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celtic-crossbow · 6 months

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Blood Ties Chapter 2

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Chapter Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore

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You were doing up the buttons on your flannel when you heard Daryl grumbling behind you.

“I hate rubbers.”

You chuckled, putting your hands on the nape of your neck and pushing outward to coax your hair out of the shirt. The man had done as you asked all those weeks ago, returning to the next meetup with condoms in hand. You had left it up to him to dispose of them afterward, earning an amusing curl of his lip.

“So,” you began, plopping down on the ground, “guess what.”

Daryl zipped up his own pack and shrugged it over his shoulders, raising a brow at you with his usual expression of indifference. “We gon’ start cuddlin’ after too?”

“Shut up. It’s not just every day conversation, asshole. I’m late.”

“Ya got a curfew now?” He scoffed, snatching his crossbow up off the ground to slide the strap over his right shoulder.

“No, idiot. I mean, my period is late.”

“How ya even keep up with tha’ now?” He was still standing, fingers of his left hand tapping nervously against his hip while he chewed on the skin of his right thumb. Uncomfortable again.

“I always kept a little date book in my bag before things went to shit. Just started marking off days when we came up here. Hoping this would all end and life could go back to…well, being life.” You picked up a twig and started breaking small sections off, not really wanting to look at him. “I’m 6 days late, which is pretty odd for me.”

“I don’ need the details. D’ya need a test or somethin’?”

“I will if it doesn’t come soon, yeah.” You tossed the stick down and got to your feet, dusting off your hands on your thighs. “Probably should do it next week if it’s still not happening.”

The man was a ball of anxiety, fidgeting and shifting his weight from foot to foot. You watched him warily, waiting for him to bolt and that would be that. If you were pregnant, you’d be in it alone.

“I’ll make a run n’ see if I can find one.” He finally said after a few minutes of unnerving silence, shouldering his string of squirrels. You blinked at him, eyes as big as saucers. “Wha’? Said we’d deal with it n’ I meant it.”

“I’ll go with you then.”

“Nah, I got it. Jus’ bring it next week.” He sniffed, looking down at his boots as he kicked at the ground. “Ain’t no reason fer ya ta go out in that mess.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re being protective.”

He scoffed, scrunching his nose in a way you could almost say was adorable. “Jus’ don’ need ya trippin’ me up.”

Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms over your chest, deciding whether or not to argue with him. It was something that involved the both of you. You’d feel horrible if something happened to him while he was trying to take care of it alone. And you’d never know. He’d just never show up again, leaving you to wonder if he had simply bailed or—

“I’m going too.”

“No, ya ain’t.” He snapped while you picked up your rifle and the three rabbits you’d bagged. You started walking, leaving him trailing behind you with his stomping feet and flared nostrils. “Ya ain’t goin’!”

“You gonna stop me?” You asked, not missing a step. You heard him pause before his boots moved faster to catch back up with you. “I’m a big girl, Dixon. I can handle myself.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

You only encountered two geeks at the base of the mountain. Daryl took out one with a bolt between the eyes while you handled the other with your hunting knife. His scowl was thoroughly in place by the time you were cleaning the dark blood from the blade with the bottom of your shirt. He didn’t say a word but he didn’t have to. You knew it was because you had to get close to the corpse to kill it. You couldn’t risk firing your gun when so many others could close by.

The two of you were crouched in the bushes, the pharmacy across the street in the little town in clear view. Three geeks shuffled aimlessly in different directions, making it difficult to find a way straight through.

“Maybe one of us could distract them?” You suggested. “I could go out over there, make some noise and draw them off while you go inside.” You looked over to find him staring at you like you’d sprouted a second head. “What?”

“Yer the one tha’ knows whatcha need in there. I’ll handle the geeks.”

You really couldn’t argue with that. There were so many different tests for pregnancy, ovulation, and other things, Daryl would probably bring out the entire shelf and still not have what you needed. With a nod, you watched him make his way down the ditch, staying low. His eyes met yours briefly and, with a jerky nod, he left the cover of the foliage and whistled, waving his arms.

You waited for an opening, nearly leaping out before two more corpses stumbled from the alley next to the pharmacy. “Fuck.” Daryl was going to be sorely outnumbered. Something in your gut twisted, the strong urge to stay and help the redneck, ensure he was safe, before you entered the pharmacy. He’d have your head if you dared. With another curse, you left your hiding place and dashed across the street, your steps that of a hunter— swift and silent.

The pharmacy was blessedly clear, a few geeks sprawled out between aisles, clean holes in their skulls. Daryl had been there before. “So, this is where you got the condoms. You reckless son of a bitch.” You smirked, the knowledge that fucking you was enough fun to have him scurrying down the mountain for the means to continue.

You grabbed two of each kind of test, deeming labels and specifications unnecessary when Daryl was outside fighting the undead to keep them off your back. The boxes were quickly shoved into your bag, and you were creeping back toward the door. Just as your hand touched the glass, a geek stumbled by. You quickly ducked and moved to the side, peeking around the magazine stand to ensure it had passed before you pushed the door open.

There were at least 7 of them on the far end of the street, walking toward nothing you could see. Where was Daryl? You barely lifted a foot to step off the curb when an arm snaked around your waist and a hand clamped down over your mouth.

“S’me. S’jus’ me.” Daryl whispered against your ear. Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you forced his hand away from your face and spun around to give him a shove.

“You scared the shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled.

“Got whatcha need?” He was already ushering you toward the trees across the street. You gave a sharp nod and ducked into the bushes, finally releasing a breath when you could look back and no longer see any trace of the town.

“Well, that was fun.”

Daryl snorted beside you, adjusting the strap of his crossbow on his shoulder. Once your heart rate slowed, you were able to settle back into your appreciation for the forest. So far, the turn had been unable to strip that away from you. The wildlife continued to flourish, seeing no difference between the dead and the living. Plants would grow. Flowers would bloom. Seasons would change.

In some ways, life would go on.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You turned to find Daryl facing away from you. With a quick look around, you realized how long the two of you had really been walking. It was time to part ways. “Oh. Right. Heading back now?”

“Nah. Gon’ see if I can bag a deer. So, ‘nother day or two.” He was gnawing at his thumb again.

“Right. Well. Three days, midday?” He nodded his agreement, those blue eyes of his flitting to your pack and back to you. You smiled through a strange feeling, pushing it down as he started to walk away. “See you then.”

“See ya.”

“Hey, daddy.” You smiled, finding your father sitting by the small fire when you parted the last bit of foliage to enter the camp.

“Peanut, you’re back late. I was gettin’ worried!” He shifted in his wheelchair to sit straighter, smile wide and arms open. You leaned in for his offered hug, holding up the rabbits when you separated.

“Got some meat for tomorrow.” You smiled for only a moment before looking around for the rest of your family. “Did they seriously leave you out here alone?”

“I’m fine, darlin’. Told ‘em to go on to bed and that I’d rather wait up for you.”

You gave him a pointed look, laying the rabbits aside to prep later. “Well, I’m here now. You should get some sleep.”

“It’s early yet. Tell me how it was out there.”

You sat down in one of the fold-out chairs, toeing at the rocks surrounding the small fire. “It’s quiet. It’s always quiet.”

“You see any of ‘em?” He asked, a hint of concern in his tone. You shook your head. “I worry about you going out all alone.”

“I can handle myself, daddy.”

“I know you can, peanut. I just…wish you didn’t have to. It’s a parent’s job to worry about their kids, you know.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’re gonna give yourself gray hair with all the worrying. Oh shit, I think I see some from all the way over here!” You laughed with him for a while longer before the fire burned out and the camp was dark.

You bolted upright in your sleeping bag, still groggy and not really remembering why it was you were awake in the first place. Rubbing your eyes, you sat there for a moment before deeming it time to get the day started. The sun was barely up but your uncles were already stirring if the sounds outside the tent were anything to go by. Your aunt had taken watch several hours earlier so she’d probably be sleeping now.

Scratching at your scalp with a yawn, you glanced over at your open pack, the top corner of a box peeking out from beneath your jacket. You sighed, knowing you would need to take the test. You still hadn’t bled and you’d be meeting Daryl the next day. You groaned and grabbed your clothes, slipping on everything haphazardly while your uncles banged and clanged on everything they possibly could outside. Shrugging on your jacket, you unzipped the tent.

“Jesus, some of us are still half asleep! Uncle James, could you put on some coffee for daddy before—”

Just as you began to crawl from your tent, a geek came barging in, teeth clicking and rotting fingers grabbing. You screamed and scrambled backwards, kicking at the corpse while your hand searched blindly for your knife. Another clumsily shoved its way inside, pinning one of your legs and leaving you just far enough from your weapon that your fingertips brushed the handle.

Somewhere outside, your father was screaming.

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ohbabydollie · 2 months

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having serious thoughts about mean schlatt and bimbo!reader 🫠

oh my god (idk what possessed me to write this)

when he sees your big doe eyes and glossy lips he knows he needs you

he just wants you underneath him, in every position he can think of, making you cry your pretty eye makeup off

he wants to slap and grab at your ass

see your pretty tits jiggle in his face

he wants to see your cute faces when he makes you cum all over him

he wants to see your hair and makeup that’s normally always done, absolutely ruined

spitting in your face, maybe slapping you a little

and trust me, he is not wasting a second once you both decide to get physical in your relationship

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“can you not take anymore?” schlatt cooed as he thrusted harshly in and out of your tight heat, hitting that special spot inside you making you drool and moan weakly out

“look at this slutty little pussy” he said smiling, reaching down to tease your clit a little causing you to gush slightly around him “makin’ a real mess dolly”

you let out a weak sob from being so overstimulated by him

“oh the poor little baby” he said grabbing your face in one hand “can’t take the dick she was beggin’ so badly for” he says now slowing down as you let out a sigh of relief

“too bad”

before you know it your legs are being pushed over his shoulders and he starts up with a fast pace

“h-hold on!” you squeal out, digging your nails into his back only encouraging him to go faster

“You better hold on doll” he teases as he feels you tightening up around his length for the umpteenth time tonight. however this time felt different, you felt knot growing in your tummy making you squirm as schlatt laughed

“gonna cum for me doll, go on, cum” he said playing with your clit and you suddenly couldn’t hold back

“gon’ cum!” you cried out “gonna-gonna cum!’ you whined as schlatt only sped up

“cum dolly” he demands as you finally let go, shutting your eyes and letting out a scream. once you open your eyes you look at schlatt who is now looking at you in awe

“shit, you squirted everywhere doll”

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jeansplaytoy · 9 months

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“Ain’t shit.” - c.springer

(part four here.) (part six here.)

part 5

when this might be you and connie’s last conversation, you couldn’t care less about an argument.

violence, mentions of medium blood/bleeding, arguments, language.

it was another friday, a week after you made up with connie.

but coming to your senses, you realized he did admit to cheating on you, which didn’t end well for him because you were now in his car calmly telling him how much of a bitch he was for even thinking about doing that and how “you shouldn’t even have admitted to that shit cus that just pissed me off the moment i heard it.”

“mm-hmm.” connie hummed, nodding slowly.

the whole floch thing had ended, and you forgave each other. but the whole cheating thing just caught you off guard as you thought about it.

a whole week later.

“and who was the bitch? cus i know damn well she wasn’t better than me.” you raised your eyebrows and pointed to yourself while looking at him.

connie shook his head. “nah, she wasn’t.”

“i know. cus you piss me off. how you gon get mad at me for putting yo dumbass out and you was the one lyin to my motha’ fuckin face.” you spoke to him in such a calm voice, but he sucked in air through his teeth with every harsh shot you threw at him.

“peach-“

“matter fact, i don’t even know why i’m in yo damn car when i could’ve brought my own shit. i don’t know why you wanted to pick me up.” you cut him off, completely ignoring that dumb nickname he gave you.

“y/n-“

“and then you had the nerve to blame me for all the shit i did when it wasn’t even as bad at what you did? shit, i must’ve been in my feelings when you admitted that shit cus i would’ve punched you in yo shit.” you looked at him with a frown. “see this exactly why ion listen to yo ass because you be having me forgive you for that dumb shit, nigga i should run this car off the road.” you nudged his shoulder a little.

“y-“

“and then i was dumb enough to keep you at my house? boy fuck you— i should whoop yo ass in this fuckin’ car. but i can’t mess up my nails again.” you mumbled the last part while looking at your nails that he paid for.

“you done?” connie asked after a long amount of silence. you nodded and looked out the door.

he looked at you and then at the road before softly inhaling to say something.

of course he couldn’t.

“and i fuckin hate you. we never getting back together. ever. we ain’t even together right now. i don’t even know why i’m wasting my time wit’cho ass, knowing you prolly gon do the same shit again.” you nudged his head to the side while staring at him with a pissed face.

connie sighed. “are you done?”

“yes.” you said quietly.

“so we really not getting back together?” he asked, glancing at you from the road. you raised your eyebrow and looked at him again.

“fuck. no.” you said in almost a whisper.

all he did was nod before parking his car somewhere near the house before turning it off. as he got out, you stayed in the car, giving him a mean look as he walked around the car to open your door and close it behind you.

“i gotta open the door for you too?” he mumbled with a small smile. you gave him another mean mug and fully ignored him while walking on the concrete up to the entrance.

connie only followed closely behind you, looking around at all the people that looked at you two — like they always did — because of the way you argued last week and was walking together this week.

it could’ve been a never ending cycle. if you were dumb. but you couldn’t even forgive the dude for what he did it you.

as you opened the door for yourself, you walked in, and just like last time, everything filled your ears and nose. “aye ima go wit the gang. don’t get in no trouble.” connie poked your back before walking off somewhere else. you stared at him before humming and rolling your eyes.

you’ve never even been to whoever’s house this was, but it was more spacious for a party.

you went to the kitchen, again, getting compliments on your outfit along the way.

you rubbed your glossed and lined lips together before pouring yourself a drink, taking a long sip before swallowing the whole bit, sucking the bitter flavor off your own tongue. looking around to find sasha or mikasa, or anyone other than one of the guys in that case, you couldn’t find them.

so you just decided to walk over to where connie was, in hopes of finding someone other than him, and to your surprise, everyone was there.

“girl where you been?” mikasa smiled looking you up and down. you smacked your lips. “ain’t nobody tell me the whole group was over here.” you said before glancing at connie who was already smoking weed. “my bad.” he said before exhaling.

you looked around for any source of alcohol, just to get your mind off of the normal things. but the only cup around you was connie’s. you looked at him before leaning down to get it and stared at him as you used his t-shirt to rub the rim of it before drinking the whole thing.

“so y’all back together? again?” eren raised his eyebrow as his arm rested around mikasa. connie shook his head. “nah. we cool off each other. just hanging around each other.” he mumbled before taking another swift hit of the blunt in his hand, already looking high as hell before sitting the rest on the ashtray and reaching towards the cup you had, looking at you when he saw it was empty. “thirsty ass.” he mumbled, grabbing another bottle to fill the cup.

“so y’all just chillin for now.” ony said, rolling up another blunt. you nodded slowly. “for good.” you corrected him.

“yall ain’t getting back together? crazy.” sasha chuckled at you. you shook your head. “i can’t get back wit his ass.” you mumbled to yourself, but loud enough for connie to hear. “man you look like friends sitting over there. like when yall asses first met.” ony laughed at you.

“suck my dick.” connie smiled a little before taking a sip from his cup.

“aye bro, ain’t that floch?” eren frowned, pointing behind you and connie. connie didn’t even try to look back, and when you did, he looked at you and then ony. ony widened his eyes a little before resting them again.

“you ain’t gon fight him again, right?” sasha squinted at connie. “cus if you do ima whoop yo ass.”

connie smacked his lips. “i ain worried bout him.” he mumbled. “i already beat his ass, as long as he don’t come over here fuckin wit nobody, i’m straight.” he held his hands up in defense with a light smile.

everyone but you looked at him suspiciously. you were too focused on the way floch glanced at you.

‘don’t bring yo ass over here.’ you thought to yourself. but it was too late because as soon as he saw you, he was.

you sighed. “fuck.” you muttered lowly to yourself before scooting closer to connie, who looked at you. “you good?” he asked. you nodded. “mhm.”

you tried to see if anybody else noticed the fact that he was literally walking over to you, and of course they didn’t. you felt someone touch your shoulder. “y/nnn, long time no see. it’s been what, a week?” floch said, leaning towards you.

everyone went silent and looked at connie, who licked his lips and stretched his legs out, taking a deep breath in and out.

“didn’t you just get yo ass beat by connie? so what the fuck you doin over here?” mikasa squinted at floch. “did i? oh, ion remember that.” floch mumbled before moving around the couch and sitting right beside you, gaining stares from ony and eren.

as much as you wanted to get disrespectful, you didn’t wanna get that nigga jumped, so you kept your composure and bit your lip, looking at the ground as he wrapped his arm around your waist, moving you slightly closer to him.

connie’s eyes moved to floch’s hand, before he side eyed you and looked forward again, grabbing his drink and taking a sip.

“aye, you don’t see she uncomfortable?” ony frowned, dabbing his blunt with his tongue while staring at floch. “she ain’t say she was uncomfortable, did she?” floch pursed his lips together. your hands rested underneath your thighs and you deeply inhaled.

“why you acting so different from last week? you just wanted me all up on you.” floch mumbled, loud enough to make sure connie heard, and he did, manspreading and grabbing his phone, scrolling through instagram.

“that wasn’t for real. i was tryna make somebody jealous.” you laughed a little.

“mh. it did work, didn’t it?” he said, keeping his eyes on you, taking one quick glance at connie who kept his eyes on his phone.

“ion know.” you shrugged while looking around the crowded house. “you know you ain’t always gotta stay wit the same person. i could give you sum better.” he said, moving his free hand to your thigh. you smacked your lips. “man get away from me, i don’t want yo ass.” you pushed him off of you.

that’s all it took for ony to put his blunt down, eren to start laughing, and connie to put his phone down, exhaling.

“c’mere.” connie grabbed your hand, leading you to the other side of him. before you could sit down, floch grabbed your wrist. “nah she good over here.” he said, pulling you towards him. connie finally looked at floch before chuckling.

“didn’t she just tell you to get away from her?” connie squinted. floch stood up. “you still got a problem huh.”

connie bit his lip before standing up along with floch. “ight chill con’.” sasha said, looking at him and floch.

“nah cus you wanna get’cho ass beat again so ion know why the fuck you still testing me.” connie pulled his pants up, pushing you back a little. “connie don’t even worry bout it-“ you tried to stop him, but it seemed like this time he was more mad than annoyed.

“you tryna start wit me bout a female that don’t even want yo ass, connie.” floch laughed and squinted.

“ight, but it’s still war over her ass when it come to me.” connie bit his lip, while raising his eyebrows.

“war, huh? you ain’t so shit yet tho.” floch muttered.

“listen, i ain wit allat talkin shit cus i’ll hit’cho ass right now.” connie chucked a little, reaching and resting his hand under his shirt. “connie, for real, just go outside.” eren said, sitting up.

“nah if he wanna do sum he can do sum.” floch raised his eyebrows.

“oh i can?”

“hell yeah you can, so wassup?”

suddenly you saw connie quickly reach in his waist band and you heard a gunshot, jumping and flinching.

everyone started to scream.

you looked down to see that floch was holding his thigh, panting as he looked up at connie with a frown. “what the fuck?!” he yelled before connie tucked his gun in his waistband and pulled his tshirt down, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you outside.

“what the fuck is wrong wit’cho ass?” you frowned, trying to release his grip from your wrist, but he was far more strong than you. suddenly, connie was grabbed by someone else. one of floch’s lil friends.

“you think you finna get away wit that shit?” he frowned and pointed backwards. “fuck away from me.” connie mumbled, pushing the guy. the guy pushed him back, but before he could even throw a punch, you reached in connie’s pants, grabbing his gun and pointing it at the dude.

“get the fuck back, before you get shot too.” you mumbled, finger itching to pull the trigger.

“and connie, get the fuck back. go.” you waved the gun back.

boom.

everyone paused, it’s like the screams that got louder, blurred out and everything was moving in slow motion. you looked at connie.

blood soaking the side of his waist.

you looked behind the guy in front of you, seeing floch. “the fuck? what the fuck?!” you panicked, looking at connie.

that’s when eren and ony rushed out of the house, guns in their hands too.

“shit…” you whispered.

last comments left me a lil astonished, cs that’s how y’all feel? jk hope you like this. :)

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live4lust01 · 2 months

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sex, mouth fucking, head(both recieve), public teasing fingering, sex, backshots in car, names(baby), degradation like once, makeout, begging

triplets bday, you plan a dinner for them to go out but you and Chris just end up touching alot I'm awful at captions. (3.9k word count)

We gon pretend my boy Chris in a suit in the first pic. He giving those "I'm gonna fuck your throat till you choke on this dick" ahh eyes.

Chris sturniolo

I was waiting in the triplets house, sitting alone and uncomfortable in their living room. Uncomfortable due to my attempt to not ruin my dress. It's Chris, Nick and Matt's birthday today and I've planned a surprise dinner for them and their close friends. I'd also planned a major after party that was currently brewing at Larrays. I'd got a text five minutes prior that decorations were almost done and people would start showing up in an hour.

The table i'd reserved was on the roof of a well reviewed, formal restaurant so we all had dressed in suits, ties and fancy dresses. Partially because we just wanted a reason to dress up. I was in a black tight dress that looped around my neck and laced up the side of my thighs, sitting just bellow my ass. My hands were covered in black gloves and my neck, arms, ears and gloved hands were dripping in gold jewelry that blinged white gems and pearls. My hair thick and wavy.

"Chris are you done yet? Were gonna get late" i shout hoping for a response this time, being ignored the past three times I asked.

"can you help me with the tie, I don't know how to do this thing." Chris whined, walking into the room I was in. He stops directly Infront me, towering over me as his head hangs to make our eyes meet.

I look up from my phone and see Chris in the birthday suit I bought for him. I just gawked, mouth open for a few seconds having never seen him and outfit like this. It might just be my new turn on. He stands their, so innocently holding out the tie to me but my thoughts have took me to a world that's anything but innocent.

"Close that mouth baby, and it's rude to stare" he smirks down seeing me explicitly check him out. He hasn't even done anything and I'm soaked through just looking at him.

"you look so handsome Chris" I smile standing up and taking the tie from him. He stands with an inch between our bodies, drinking in my features. I put the tie around his neck but seconds later Chris' arm is around my waist and he's pulling me in and I'm stumbling into his arms with my hands on his chest as support to keep me upright.

"you look so gorgeous tonight princess. I don't think I could take my eyes off you" his words a shared whisper only we hear in the universe hear. A whisper that turns me to a slut. "Do we have time?" My eyes run all over his face and hair.

"I've always got time for you baby" I say backing up towards the wall, yanking the tie so he's pulled into me. Our bodies collided and our lips become a kissing sloppy mess as they swallow each other. Chris' yearning hands roam my body. Up and down my sides then back up to my shoulders and neck and face. My heartbeat beating faster than the speed of light at the urgency of everything happening.

My hands are now stuck in his hair, ruffing them up then sliding down his faces mushing his lips against mime while our bodies grind of each other. I pull the tie downwards again keeping Chris close. We share the same breath, inhaling each other as my back is slammed into the wall. Chris pushes himself onto me, his throbbing hard dick could be felt through the smooth material of his suit pants. Everything is so frantic and needy. I feel wet between my legs as Chris grinds himself onto me, one of my legs raised letting him in between further.

He lets go off me as I run my hands down his chest, sliding out his grasp to get on my knees, leaving the tie draped over his shoulders. He looks down at me smirking, hair all messy from my pulling. I take off my gloves and place them on the table next to my phone. His bulge in my eyeliner, I begin zipping open his zipper and pulling down his pants and boxers just as frantically as our kiss was. His dick springs out into my bare hands.

Chris rests his hand on my head and lovingly strokes it as he watches me work. I spot on his pink tip and use my hands to stroke the spit over his dick all while giving him puppy dog eyes knowing how it turns him on.

"fuck baby, the sight of you is enough to make me come all over that pretty face. Do something please" he gently moans out, pushing himself in my hands. I wrap my lips around his tip and circle my tongue around it. I grab his hips to keep him steady as I take his full length down my throat, lips touching the base, earning a groan from Chris. His eyes closed, head throws back,sharp jawline,messed strands of hair falling to his eyes. Seeing him feel so good alone made me feel like I was drowning in a pool of my own wetness. My warm breath and saliva hugged his dick. I started bobbing my head up and down slowly, sucking and licking and curing hit tip with my tongue occasionally.

"Faster baby, please" his desperate whines ring out and I do as he says. I move my head faster, now both my hands in rhythm with my mouth movements. Chris pushes himself a little more into my mouth everytime my head moves closest to him,hitting the same spot at the back of my throat causing tears to form in my eyes.

My phone rings. I take my mouth of his cock for a second before telling him to answer then moving my head back and forth again, sucking hard and fast.

"where are you guys? You said you'll be here for seven it's five past?" It was Matt. My hands run over Chris' clothes thighs, up to his balls as I start massaging and playing with them. Rubbing my thumbs in circles around them as the rest of my hands hold them up.

"y-yeah Matt, we'll be there soon. I'm just getting changed." He mutes the phone to swear as he grips a fistful of my hair in his hand. He tilts his head sideways as he looks down at me, admiration and unstable composure clear on his face. His knee buckles a little as he bends down, knowing he's about to come.

"You're not even changed yet?! Chris you always do th-" Matt's voice is cut off mid sentence.

"Yeah don't worry we'll be there in te-en" Chris stutters. I see his stomach tighten and I stop instantly. I want to hear him when he comes in my mouth. He hangs up the phone immediately after his sentence.

"Did I tell you to stop? Open that pretty little mouth of yours." He says as he cups my face with both hands, narrowing his eyes the littlest bit. I do as he says, sticking my tongue out. Chris places his tip onto my tongue and I close my lips over it again. Without warning Chris fucks rough thrusts into my mouth, using me for his pleasure as I gag and struggle to breathe.

"Yeah baby, just like that." He groans, keeping eye contact with me, smiling. His hands are back to the back of my head as he pushes my head back and forth in sync with his thrusts. His pace quickens, fucking my mouth relentlessly. I'm a whore for his wild rough side, just knowing he's using me to get himself off makes me so horny I can't comprehend any more thoughts throughout this.

He pushes harshly into me, making my back hit the wall. Chris rams his thick dick down my throat. He bends backwards slightly, moaning small sounds everytime his hips snapped into my mouth. I'm left hopelessly holding onto his hips to ease the pressure as my face is being used as a fuck toy. I'm practically buried into his cock and I can't move anywhere.

"Swallow for me baby." He breathes, keeping my face pressed against his stomach. I can't breathe at all being crammed in-between the space of the wall and Chris pelvis. He finishes down my throat then lets me go as I take deep breathes gasping for air. I run my thumb across the side of my mouth picking up a stray drop of come and suck my finger clean as my chest rises up and down. Chris shamelessly stares at the mess he's made of me with a cocky grin. "Shit ma, you're good"

He offers his hand to help me up. Chris tucks his dick back down his boxers and zips himself up.

"You okay? Was it too much?" He asks once he's done, pulling me in and kissing my forehead. I'm fine but my aching wet throbbing clit isn't. I need to be ate out bad but we're already late and Matt gets angry.

"You know I like your rough hands, here let me help." I reply to his question with a soft voice, grabbing the tie draped over his shoulders and tying it for him. I look into his gorgeous blue eyes and the way they look like tiny blue orchids blooming so bright.

"I could never ask for a better birthday gift than you" Chris smiles "We're fifteen minutes late we gotta go" he gets his suit jacket on. I fix my hair and makeup in the mirror quickly, slip into black heels and grab the keys to my car.

"nuh uh, I wanna drive" Chris says running out after me, locking the door.

"Chris you crash my fucking Porsche and I'm going to chop your dick off and let it marinate in a jar of pickle juice and use it as decoration for my room."

"So you can look at it and think of me 24/7. You're such a sweet girlfriend nothing gets as romantic as that" Sarcasm. Chris catches the keys with one hand as I throw them over the car, both of us getting in.

"Drive." My voice stern as I strap myself onto the red leather seats.

"Yes ma'am" Chris says eyebrows raised and a slight chuckle in his voice as he starts the car and begins driving. I was very excited for dinner but now I can't wait until it's over. I just want Chris inside me again.

I thought a forgotten thought. Nate was also waiting at the reserved restaurant. I didn't tell anyone that I asked Nate to fly from Boston to LA secretly because I know everyone will be thrilled seeing him as a surprise. Especially the three boys. Nate's birthday isn't too far from theirs so this is an excuse for them to celebrate together and continue tradition.

Twenty minutes later

"Why'd you have to book a table on the roof?" Chris pants walking up the stairs behind me.

"We wouldn't be doing all this if you would just man up and stop being scared of lifts." I say feeling my legs burn myself.

"Me and Matt got trapped in one when we were younger. It's called unhealed trauma, don't pick on me for it" He says as I roll my eyes.

"Then quite complaining birthday boy"

"Who's birthday is it? I'll complain as much as Id like to" he says with a fake snobbish tone. We finally reach the top of the stairs. Feeling like I've completed a hike I turn to Chris just before we go through the door to the open roof. "Wait" I say fixing his hair to sit better and smoothing out his tie and jacket. "Need to make my boyfriend looks his best on his special day. There you look flawless" i say kissing his cheek and grabbing his hand to walk.

"This is why I date you, you got you're priorities straight" he chuckles letting go of my hand and pulling me into his side by my waist instead. We walk through.

"Chris you absolute mo-" Matt starts but is cut off.

"Finally! What took you guys so long" Nick says loudly acknowledging us, knowing Matt was about to go for a rant.

"You really wanna know what they two were up to?" Nate laughs as I punch him in the arm and tell him to shut up. The fact his guess was right too.

"Yeah what the hell were you doing taking this amount of time?" Matt walks over angrily. Followed over by Ramona and Alahna.

"Calm down Matthew, it happens it's okay" Ramona rubs his shoulder. I hug Alahna a greeting.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Chris' face lights up with pure joy. That's exactly the reaction I wanted to see. He hugs him.

"Here for your wedding obviously. You're girl invited me, can't believe you got one. Finally over you're fear commitment issues huh?" Nate hugs him back tightly.

"Bro shut up. You asked him to come?" Chris talks to me now. I nod my head.

"Mhm, I knew you guys always celebrate your birthday together, I didn't want you to break that tradition since you are in La now and I know how much he means to you guys."

"You're the fucking best, this is why I love you so much. Seriously. Thankyou for literally everything you've done for me and my brothers today this is unreal and definitely unnecessary." He lets everyone hear his praise to me. I smile smugly.

Matt leads us towards our table and I hear Chris whisper something in my ear for only me to hear. "You're getting fucked good tonight". He pulls back to flash me one of those grins that make me weak in the knees. He walks with his arm around my shoulder. I'm in pure heat and I need some sort of relief.

I booked a VIP booth, which was unnecessarily expensive. However its next to the balcony that overlooks the lively city hustling with busy people walking into entertainment clubs or shops. There's a potential aroma of the grill cooking away and we're sitting in a busy but comfortable and chatty atmosphere. There's live jazz music playing in the background on a small stage with people dancing in the space Infront. People talk and eat and laugh and drink which completes the happy vibes of this place.

Chris lets me have the balcony seat so I can looks at everything going on. He knows I love pretty views. There were a generous amount of other tall buildings surrounding us too. It was a dark breezy night. Slightly chill but bearable. It was also a full moon which was the only source of light other than the dim lamps listen in the middle of each table. I looked over at Chris who's seated next to me. Nate next to him, Alahna next to him. Nick across from me,his partner next to him, Matt and Ramona next to them.

Chris looks unreal. The way the moonlight and dim lanterns cast dancing shadows across his face,his pink full lips and sharp features. His eyes, the way the light blue pops more in the moonlight. I look at his laugh and I feel like I'm falling in love all over again.

I listen to the conversation Nate makes with everyone. Soon enough a waitress takes our orders. Chris leans back and rests his hand on my exposed thigh, rubbing slowly. My breath hitches as his hand gets higher under the table. He keeps it rested there, squeezing my not doing anymore.

Our dinner goes well, the food arriving and definitely living up to it's famous reviews. We ordered deserts and conversation flowed again as our wait began.

"seriously though, Thankyou for everything again baby, you didn't have to do all this but we appreciate it" Chris says so the whole table hears that everything was organised because of me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead.

"Yeah man, youre real for this, we appreciate it thankyou" Matt says.

"You're my bestfriend I already loved you but the fact you go out your way to do all this is insane. Thankyou" Nick also talks and everyone else at the table thanks me for inviting them and making it happen.

"funny you say this is too much. I booked us all a holiday to Brazil for next week, you better pack your bags" I say as everyone's jaws drop.

"YOU BOOKED US A HOLIDAY OUT THE STATE FOR NEXT WEEK AND DIDNT THINK TO TELL ANYONE IN ADVANCE?!" Nicks eyes widen in disbelief.

"..... Surprise?" I shrug my shoulders. Everyone talks over each other. "Shut up" "no way". All of a sudden question are being launched at me. Chris finds this the perfect opportunity to slide his hand back down my body and place it on my thigh again. He squeezes hard as I try not to make a sound. I feel his fingers slip under my dress and hook my thong to the side. He runs his fingertip across my folds, circling around my entrance. I mean back, knowing how cocky Chris is gonna get knowing I'm already dripping wet.

"Am I coming too?" Alahna perks up in her seat.

"Of course you are, I've booked it for everyone here, I wouldn't ever leave anyone out" I smile. Chris index finger rubs on my clit. I squeeze my legs tight, wanting to feel the sensation of his rough hands touch everywhere but not be confronted. He takes the same hand to open my thigh then snake his hand down my dress again except this time plunging it straight inside me.

"How long for?" Nick inquires.

"two weeks" Chris squirms his fingers inside letting my heat build up again.

"TWO WEEKS?" Matt says in his gentle scream.

"Mhm." They all remain oblivious to the pure heavenly sensations I feel whilst talking to them with a poker face. Chris wet fingers are back on my clit, rubbing circles up and down and left and right. I subtly rock my hips with his hand, trying to feel more. His fingers are slipping and squirming inside me again as I arch my back, playing it off as a back scratch. I feel deep butterflies in my stomach. Everyone's still oblivious. I just want to moan out his name. Archig just makes his fingers dig deeper. My pussy pulsates around his hand as my clit rubs of the palm of his hand. I fight the urge to start grinding on his hand right there, his fingers slick moves driving me crazy but it isn't enough.

Our deserts arrive. Chris removes his hand gently wiping the wetness off onto a tissue in his lap, staring at his hands. I also stare at his hands, wishing I could suck my own wetness off him. I'm partially relieved, partially left feeling lika a desperate whore for his fingers to spread me apart and make me come right here right now. I need to feel him so bad.

I take my ice-cream ice-cream and watch as Chris eats his, licking the spoon clean after each bite. The way his tongue spreads into the dip of the spoon to clean it off. I look away over the balcony, lust spreading over me at the thought of what else he can do with his tongue.

The city could be heard singing joyful songs from different streets and cars could be scurrying down roads like beetles. The lights beamed skywards from some buildings as they faded off into the pure dark abyss of the sky. Buildings in all shapes and sizes were spurting up from the ground around us.

Half an hour later, the desert plates were empty and the bill was paid. Everyone already knew of the party and had brought clothes to change into. We agreed we get changed either in the bathroom here or at his house. Everyone was going to go in the same ride they arrived at the restaurant with. Everyone said temporary goodbyes and headed to part ways.

It was just me and Chris left now. He picked me up bridal style as I squealed, walking down the stairs with me in his arms. He took long quick strides across the parking lot towards our car that was parked under the shade of a tree. I watched his serious expression, my arms clinging around his neck to stop me from falling. I inhaled the sweet aroma of his perfume, wanting it to intoxicate every part of me.

Without a word and with a swift movement, Chris opens the back door to my car and gently lays me down onto the backseat not taking his eyes off me. He climbs on top of me and closes the door gently with his foot knowing how protective of my car I am.

His lips latch on to mine whilst undoing his tie in the almost complete darkness of my porsche. There's little to no light and we can only make out the outline of each others bodies. The smell and the feeling of Chris makes me open my legs wider letting him kneel in-between them. I feel a heart beat bouncing inside my pussy having his hands and lips all over me. Our breathes and wants desperate, Chris takes his lips off mine only to undo the top two buttons off his shirt before cupping my face in his large hands and kissing me again. His tongue slides into my mouth licking mine as our mouths inhale each other. He sloppily moves to my jaw as his knee moves between my legs, pressing against my clit. I arch against it, letting out a breathy moan, fueling the sensation

"Chris.." I get out before he puts his finger on my mouth to silence me. His lips move to my neck and down to my chest where he runs his hands over my clothes nipples. He tugs down my dress taking my tits out to grope and suck them. He leaves a hickey on my left breast before kissing down my body.

"Hips up baby" he breathes. "I'm so desperate for you" he moans as I do what he says. Lifting my hips slightly giving him access to pull my dress up my stomach. He hooks a finger around my pants and pulls them down and throws them to the front seat.

I now lay bottom half bare and exposed Infront of his eyes. Pressing his hands into my thighs he snaps me legs open. Through the dark car, I see a faint version of his eyes look up at mine. The deathly grip on my thighs has me painfully soaked. He leisurely lowers his head but pause for a minute.

His hot breathe hits off my clit which makes me arch my back pushing my pussy forward for him to taste. The sensation of his breath on my clit, the anticipation of his open mouth centimetres from the place that needs him most. I'm almost, I really need him but I know what he wants.

"Chris please. I've been longing for you all night I need you to touch me please. I can't wait any longer. Please Chris, please touch me." I moan out desperately trying to wiggle my hips closer to him but proving impossible from the added pressure Chris has on my thighs to keep me pinned down.

"Needy whore" Chris smirks before flattening his tongue against my clit and licking up. I let out a moan of relief after longing for this all evening.

"mhhh, Chris fuck, more please" I beg as I feel his tongue circle around my clit and dance over my folds. He removes a hand from my thigh just to plunge two of his lengthy fingers into my hole making me string out satisfied moans. He keeps his eyes on mine. He looks, wild, the unbuttoned shirt, collar bone slightly exposed, his hair disorderly. The eye contact he doesn't let go off. This sight alone pushes my orgasm. He works with his mouth sucking and spitting until I'm arching and his fingers are slipping and sliding and speeding and I'm screaming his name and it's all so much so quick and my stomach tightens and i grip onto the seat heads and he stops.

"Baby, please dont stop" but he's unzipping his pants again and throwing them on the floor of the seat. His hands find my waist flipping me onto my stomach faster than i can comprehend.

"i can't take this longer" he says to himself. My clit left again, swollen, wanting, throbbing and deprived of touch once again.

"baby you know how it goes, face down ass up" he says bending down to my right ear to kiss the top of it, hands still placed on hips. He assists me in pushing myself up. He pulls down his boxers and makes me feel his thick cock, snapping his hips deep without letting me get used to his size.

"oooh, baby" I cry out arching my ass, pushing against him as his hands on my waist move me in time with his body. A loud slapping filling the air.His fingers on my clit again.

"Back it up on me" Chris sighs out as I feel the heat between my legs get hotter. I listen. He stops moving and I start shaking my ass on him,my arms straight gripping the door handle and my face lay sideways on the red leather seats.

"Yeah just like that" Chris moans dropping his hands arms by his side watching my ass shake and bounce off his pelvis. I feel the top of his dick inside me punching my g spot with every move i made, this making my legs loose strength. Chris slapped my ass and spread his harsh hands across my cheeks before thrusting into me again moving my ass with his hands. His head leans back to groan then he looks down at the mess he's making off me.

I knew he was coming when he bent over me, stilling inside me as far as he could go. Hands still positioned on my ass. I arched and moved foreward,screaming as Chris kept pushing into me.

"Chris I can't" I squeeze myself tighter causing Chris eyes to squeeze shut and let out a crude moan before keeping his thrusts going after fucking out his high. He touches my clit, rubbing. Seconds later im moving back into him,making the same face and sounds letting myself go all over his girthy dick. Chris slaps my ass one more time and let's go.

He pulls out and smirks flipping me back over again in his arms as he lies on my chest for a minute in silence. After hours of needing I finally feel satisfied. We both catch our breathes. Chris then kisses my neck, his after sex glow flushing his cheeks pink making him look adorable in the distant light of the moon.

"baby?" He says softly breaking the silence. He looks up at me. I look down at him.

"hm?"

"i don't think I wanna go to the party. Can we just go home and watch something together?" He asks. A lot of effort went to this party but if that's what he wants then what's he gets.

"that's sounds perfect." I say smiling. He pecks my lips before we get up and get dressed. Chris drives us home.

Ik it lacks plot It was mainly written for the sex lmao 🙏

#chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #cars #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #smut #writing #dinner

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kurosstuff · 1 month

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prompt 7 or 8 with Lute, but have fem!reader be the sub 🍯

Hope you enjoy these~ I hope you don't mind I used both prompts♡♡

Warming(s) straps, first times, it's smut, small dirty talk(?), lutes attempts at praise. Detailed lf a "stomach bulge" a bit? Idk if thats a warning. Lute being mean and nice? Idk

Gonna kinda jump right into this and it's kinda short hope you don't mind

Lute x f!reader

Truly. You didn't know how you got into this mess-

Firstly- Adam sent you to retrieve Lute for a meeting, which was hours ago. But here you are in her room. On her lap making out with her "gon-gonna be late~ Adam wants you~" you whsipering moaning against her bruised lips- causing her to snarl biting at your equally if not more bruised lips

With little effort, she flipped you around, so you laid on your back under her flushed seeing her smirk "don't give a shit if I'm late~ I want one thing and one thing only~" purring out kissing you deeply groaning loudly kissing the obvious question off your lips "don't tell me you don't know~?' Seeing you shake your head, she hummed, grinding against you to feel the toy she wore

"You. Obviously. I want to fuck you"

Hearing that? Made you yelp, covering your face in embarrassment as she striped, huffing smug as she saw how in awe you are. How you peaked watching her "oh come on~ I dont bite~", grinding on your lap to feel the toy on her waist "much~" pushing your hands away kissing you roughly, moaning at the broken whine escaping your throat

Flushed watching her practically rip your shirt open, shredding it with little to no concern. "Wait! That's my shirt!" Yelping out before she kissed you again - mumbling something about getting you another later. Leaving marks across your body in her wake. "fuck~ eager, h-huh?" Whining out under her

Snarling loudly, she nodded, stepping back, pulling her pants down, finally showing you the toy she had "yeah maybe I am~? Why can you blame me?" Purring out, spreading your legs open for her settling between them reaching a hand down rubbing your entrance slowly "gonna be a good girl and let me fuck this pretty little pussy~?" Purring out pushing a finger in slowly to tease. Slowly stretching you for her

Moaning loudly flushed, nodding shakily clinging to her bed tightly, "Please ~? Fuck me?" You begged under her panting heavily watching her groan. Smirking, she nodded, watching you grind against her before pulling away lining the silicone dicks tip to your entrance pushing in slowly but roughly. Holding your waist tightly relishing in the whines you let out

"Oh stop fucking whining~ you can take this dick can't you? Come on~ say. It" Lute smirked smug, pushing more into you, hearing you cry out flushed, panting heavily

"Ive- I've never done this before~" you stuttered out, shakily opening your legs wider for her gasping softly "i- I can take it~" Feeling her freeze tensing up over you panic on her face as she took in your words.

"This is your first..? Shit ok- it's ok~ I've got you ok? I'll take good care of you~ just lay back and relax~" Rubbing your waist, kissing you almost more gently, then before the rough kissing "ill- I'll be gentle. Make you feel so good, ok?" Her wings fluttering in embarrassment or a show? You weren't sure.

Nodding, you smiled, moving to wrap your arms around her neck and pulling her into a deep kiss, moaning softly. "I trust you ok~? I'm glad.. its you" you whispered against her lips as she slipped all the way into you, dragging out a loud whine moaning

Humming, she nodded, gently moving to pound into you- marking your neck up, unable to be gentle dispite her wanting too "fuck~ just like that little dove~" she snarled out flushed wings fluttering at the yells of her name leaving your mouth "go on~ let everyone know who's fucking you so good yeah~?" Whining softly a hand on her bed the other on your lower back pulling you impossibly closer as she eagerly- almost hungrily fucked into you

Nipping at your neck at the red bruising mark, she smiled at the almost possessive marks she left on you- as if she truly was claiming you for herself in such an almost selfish manner. "Harder~, please ~?" You sobbed out, grinding into her, trying to match her pace. Humming leaning back, who was she to object to her beloved dove? Holding your waist pounding rougher into you, rutting into you, making your sob out arching more against her bed clawing at her back careful to avoid her wings

"Fuck like that dove? Such a whore for my cock?" She snarled out panting nails digging into your waist watching how the bulge in your stomach expanded and vanished from her pounding into you- biting her lip hearing your pleas for her "fuck that's it my dove~ that's what I wanna hear~" she growled out leaning over you more pounding faster "so good for me~ so tight~"

Sobbing our kissing her deeply, wrapping your legs around her waist, pulling her deeper, making you practically mewl under her squealing from the spot, she hit roughly eyes rolling back "g-gonna can i-? Can I please~?" Sobbing out loudly,

Hearing you beg? Made her practically purr over you nodding "go on little dove~ cum for me~?" She growled our her pace unrelenting even as you screamed releasing around her cock "fuck~ good girl~" panting heavily helping you ride our your high before finally pulling out Of you softly panting

"What- what about you?" Shakily pulling her onto them, she hummed, rubbing one of many bruises left on you, making her shake her head, easily pulling you on her chest. "Rest. Their will be more next time~" she whispered against you, making you hum smirking. "There's gonna be a next time?"

Looking away, grumbling, "of course there will be.. if you wish for that as well" she hummed, flushed wings puffing softly smug. "I'll properly clean you up when you have your breath i.. uh I'll make a bath for you- or whatever you need" clearly not understanding how to do aftercare.

Smiling, you nodded, kissing her gently panting "as long as you join~" nuzzling into her neck knowing later. You'll both need to talk about what happened but for now. You just want to be held by her. In her arms. Safe

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #lute smut #EVENT

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gffa · 8 months

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Hi Lumi. This year I’ve watched The Clone Wars, Rebels, Mandalorian, Book of Boba Fett, and Tales of the Jedi and I’m watching Ahsoka as episodes are released. But I feel like I’m missing some context as to why people are wary of Filoni. What things should I know so I’m caught up, so to speak, in the fandom discussions?

Hi! That's a lot of Star Wars to watch in a year, I hope you're having fun with it all! And I will gently remind everyone that Filoni is not the be-all-end-all of Star Wars creators--Henry Gilroy was there for TCW and Rebels, too. George Lucas was holding writers' meetings years after the show started (at least into 2010!). The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett are far more Jon Favreau's shows. The Bad Batch is Brad Rau and Jennifer Corbett. Resistance was developed by him, but was run by other producers. It's just that Filoni tends to get the most camera time and has become the face of Star Wars creators. That said, the issue with Filoni is kind of two-pronged, though, they overlap. 1. He's done a lot of interviews where he's said a lot of anti-Jedi things that have drifted from reasonable critiques in the beginning to eventually "Qui-Gon Jinn was the only true Jedi. [blatantly wrong citations]" This has put a lot of people off him as a creator, because we love the Jedi Order that Lucas talks about and established, which Filoni has actively contradicted over the years, despite being promoted as someone who follows Lucas' themes. And it's hard not to be aware of his interviews when watching his shows and it's hard to enjoy shows that do your faves dirty, you know? 2. His writing has become weaker over the years for a lot of us--Rebels is a show most of us love and found to be incredible. Many of us really love The Clone Wars, which he was heavily involved in/was probably the central voice after Lucas started phasing out. But his biggest story told over the course of those series--basically, the story of Mandalore's history and fall to the Empire--has been extremely thin for a lot of us. And a lot of us get frustrated at his inability to be objective when it comes to Ahsoka's character, that we love her as a character very much, but it hasn't felt like Filoni really knows what to do with her character arc and yet almost everything he writes is centered around her. His final season of The Clone Wars? Gave her the walkabout arc and the Siege of Mandalore arc, both of which often did not hold up well under scrutiny. His episode of The Book of Boba Fett? I actually really loved it, but it absolutely just stopped the pacing of that show to focus a lot on her. More on Luke, but he couldn't resist putting her in there, either. Tales of the Jedi was half devoted to Ahsoka and so much of it wasn't even about her time as a Jedi! We're frustrated because he doesn't set things up well anymore--Morgan Elsbeth is a Nightsister?? Why wasn't that established in The Mandalorian instead of pulling out randomly in Ahsoka? Why does Sabine Wren suddenly so badly want Jedi training, when they barely even had a conversation in Rebels?? There's a lot of good that Filoni has given to Star Wars, I think he genuinely cares about the Force and what it means--he's very consistent on how it's not easy and how it takes discipline and control, that he has been consistent on how anger and fear are paths to the dark side, even his episode of TBOBF had Ahsoka saying, yeah, attachment is a path to the dark side, because the Jedi mean "attachment" in a more Buddhist-aligned way. A lot of his writing for the character of Ahsoka is actually pretty good, like I've been enjoying her being a prickly, traumatized hot mess in the show! It's just that I kind of hate all the interviews he gives and I think he's a lot less objective than a lot of fans and media coverage that would hold him up as a perfect writer/interviewee about all things Star Wars, and it all comes together to make him kind of a hot-button topic.

So, a lot of people LOVE Filoni's work, a lot of people are frustrated by it, a lot of people are casually fine about it, a lot of people HATE Filoni's work and it can be a fun mix of any of the above or even other issues that come up. (And that's all fine! I have my views on Filoni's work, but it's fine if others hate it more than I do or love it more than I do, there's room for us all, all of it is valid.)

But I think if you want to understand some of the roots of this corner of fandom's frustration, two (admittedly long as heck) homework assignment reads would be:

- My own rebuttal to Dave's behind the scenes Mandalorian Gallery talk (this is jokingly referred to as "Davegate" because I refused to take it too seriously) - @david-talks-sw's collection of comparisons between Lucas' commentary on the Jedi and Filoni's commentary on the Jedi

This response itself is more focused on laying out the problems a lot of people have with Filoni's writing, but also honestly I still have my giant collection of Jedi source material citations that quotes his commentary, I still bring up Filoni's quotes in current meta a lot, I still talk positively about the things I enjoy from his shows, so overall there's equal amounts of both praise and criticism here. So, as short as I can make it (which isn't very, shut up, I know! XD), that's basically what people mean when they say they're wary of Filoni.

#star wars #dave filoni #meta

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caramelcleopatraa · 3 months

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iv. SUIT & TIE

word count : 1,400

x : hey y'all, its the owner of The Bank speaking! Finally got this shit finished, and I'm halfway into part 5 already 💋 Here are the playlists loves! I will actively be adding to these as the story progresses. We got ms. plot in the building as well xo

content : Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive

Playlists 💋 Spotify Apple Music

“Rommannn! Are you done yet baby?” A high pitched yell on the other side of the door startles you. Roman’s grip on you tightens and you give him a confused look. He plants a tender kiss on your cheek, leaving you a little bit flustered, and he smiles at your flustered expression. His hand pushes your head down on his shoulder and you take a deep breath.

“Yeah. Just be patient, ok?” Roman says sternly. “But Baaeee! You’ve been in there too lon-” “I’m not finna tell you again. Wait,” Roman says, rubbing the back of his neck. Annoyance was written all over his face. De’arra groans in defeat and the comfortable silence settles back into the atmosphere

‘Pleeaase! Please! Pleeaassee! Don’t let this turn into some drama…’

You let your nails drag across his chest. “Am i gon’ have to worry about her fucking up my shop?”

“Nah, she all bark no bite,” Roman says, looking down at your hands. “She’s not that petty or jealous.” You look at him with your eyebrow raised. ‘For him to be a ladies man, he should know how petty bitches are. ESPECIALLY when it comes to a man.’ “I hope so. I don’t wanna deal with yo’ loose ends,” You say, getting off of him and standing up to pick your bottoms off of the floor.

“I got my shit together girl. I already told you i’m not fucking with her. She’s only around me cause her daddy likes my money.” ‘Money? Who’s her dad?’

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“The couples are finished.” Aahkilah yells at you from the otherside of the door. Both of you get dressed and clean up the dressing room. You were about to walk out of the room until Roman grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You were going to question why he pulled you away before his hands rose above your head. His hands firmly smooth down your hair and fixed some stray hairs. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He handled you with such care and delicacy. You tell him thank you and he responds with a short hum.

You open the door to greet your clients. Gio and Madison are working as cashiers, ringing both of them up for their suits and dresses. Jey and Jimmy are putting in their payments while Talia and Trinity are talking. “Girl come over here real quick!” You hear Talia yelling at you to come over. From the tone in her voice, you couldn’t tell what this conversation was going to be about. However, you wouldn’t be in the dark for much longer. “Wassup?”

“Girl you ain’t hear?” Trinity says looking at you with a confused face. You shrug your shoulders and replied, “I be busy. Enlighten me.” “There’s a new family trying to replace the Anoa’i family.” Talia crosses her arms and sits into her hip. The blank expression on your face says everything. The Anoa’i family has been managing Florida for decades. To challenge them would be like walking straight into a turf war. Apparently, someone wanted that war. “They’re offering hella bank tryna take their spot too. I wonder if that shit’s fake… or a bluff maybe.”

“They’ll take that offer back when they realize who they’re messing with,” You mutter to your friends. Even your family didn’t dare challenge them, because they’re smart enough to know it’ll go every other way but good. Your family, the Semele’s and the Anoa’i family have always been on good terms. The Semele’s don’t own turf however, they are known for having access to a lot of things most mafia’s don't. Your family is known for being suppliers of information, stolen goods, weapons, you name it. So if Reigns is being threatened, that means you could be in trouble too, since everyone knows these two families are tightly tied together. A power duo, if you will.

“You’re not worried about this?” Trinity’s face is laced with concern for you. You shrugged your shoulders and rolled your eyes. “This could just be a scare tactic, and those don’t work on me,” You said confidently as you gave them a reassuring smile.

“That’s not something for a pretty lady to worry about. I’ll handle it,” Roman says, looking straight into your eyes. Goddamnit, those eyes. Somehow they made you so flustered. His presence was enough on its own, but his stare was so damn powerful. You were ashamed that someone you had only met an hour ago was making you so giddy and out of character. The tension between you two was thick, and everyone was starting to see it. “You gon’ let me handle it?”

“Well you're not gonna let me handle it?”

“It’s not your problem,” Roman says sternly, deading the conversation then and there. You walk closer to the cashier desk to talk to him directly. “Is this your way of caring for me?” Roman smirks at your comment. “When I said I'd take care of you, I wasn't just talking about that pussy.” Gio and Madison’s jaws drop at his comment. You could see them looking at you through the corner of your eye and you knew you would have to explain what he meant by that. You couldn't hide the smile forming on your face. “You like that?” You didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was smiling. You could hear it all in his tone. “Boy, I’m not playing with you,” you say, walking away, still wearing an existing smile. Roman laughs to himself and hands Gio a stack of cash.

“Neither am I.”

You finished another successful busy day. A shit load of fittings and pickups. Roman had someone pick up all of their suits and dresses, which completed all of your custom orders for the day. Finally, a chance to get off of your feet.

“Ummm what the hell was that this morning?” ‘Ahh shit’. You internally roll your eyes. Eventually, they were gonna bring it up to you. Maybe trying to play dumb was not the best decision on your part.

“What was what?” You innocently bat your eyes at the two ladies. “The smile off you had with your private client. Don’t tell me something went down after I dropped off your drink,” Madison says, sitting down in the swivel chair next to you. You almost muttered a snarky comeback when you were hit with flashbacks from this morning. How he spoke to you and how he touched you kept replaying in your mind. A pool between your legs was forming just from the thought of him.

“Oh he definitely put it down.” You are quick to defend yourself just as Gio says, “You’re over here in lala land! And at your job too!” Gio acts shocked and puts her hand over her heart and lets out an exaggerated gasp. You hit her in the side and shy away from their investigating eyes. The deafening silence was telling the truth for you.

“Well we didn’t fuck.. But he did eat my pussy,” you shyly said, still looking away from them. You didn’t have to look at them to know that their mouths were wide open again. What you didn’t know was those open mouths turned into wide smiles. “Ok! Ms. CEO gettin some head! Was it good?”

‘WAS IT GOOD? GOOD’S AN INSULT’ “Um…”

Before you finished your sentence, Madison interjects with, “Musta been, you looked like you were in a good mood today too. Especially after Roman’s fitting” You regrettably looked back in their direction and saw Madison wiggling her eyebrows. You lightly shove her away from you and stand up. “No, the fitting went well with no complications. That's what I was happy about.” You attempt to defend yourself, but you should’ve known that it was falling on deaf ears. Madison and Gio help you close down and lock up the shop. Of course, Madison had to tell you her two cents before going your separate ways.

“Look at you smilin-”

“Shut up.”

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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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I can’t remember if I requested this, but here. I know that you made some sleeping headcanons for the OT trio, so could you do one for the PT as well?

Sleeping Headcanons: The Prequel Trio

A/N: Of course I can, angel. Have some sleepy headcanons for these three hot-ass messes. 🛏

Anakin

I feel it is important to state the fact that, as a Padawan, he often slept on the floor, next to Obi-wan’s bed, because he was worried about losing him as he had his mother and Qui Gon.

This habit has kind of stuck with him, in that he likes to be close to you.

Personal space? He doesn’t know what the concept means.

He likes sleeping next to you and will be touching you at all times during the night, even if you don’t realise it at first.

The physical intimacy, and security, of having you in his arms help ease any nightmares or concerns he may have about losing you.

He’s also used to sleeping in unusual places. From his tiny bed as a child -which he shared with his mother - to on the floor of far off planets, whilst on missions… he can sleep anywhere and doesn’t take long to drop off.

He also doesn’t really hog the sheets either, given that he’s used to sleeping without them on warm planets. He also has you next to him as a portable heater, which means as long as you’re toasty then he will be too.

It also means that you wake up most mornings, to find him tangled about you, with his face buried in your chest, his hair all ruffled and fluffy.

It’s when he looks most at peace, and this is one of the reasons you two are nearly almost always late out of bed in the mornings (much to everyone’s amusement).

You just don’t have the heart to wake him and spoil the moment… even if it does mean putting up with constant teasing from Ahsoka.

Obi-Wan

This poor man needs a nap. Like, constantly.

He is always on the move… usually chasing after Anakin or some other chaos that he’s somehow got himself dragged in to, and it surprises no one that he always looks minutes from passing out.

It’s a bit of a joke amongst you all, but you all know that if he’s sleeping then you do not wake him unless you have to - he’s earned five minutes of peace.

In fact, more than once, he’s woken up after passing out somewhere to find a blanket has been draped over him by someone.

(Anakin swears he saw him dozing in the archives once, but you can’t tell if he’s lying or not)

When Obi does make it to a bed then he’s a light sleeper, I feel.

This doesn’t change, even after the Jedi order collapses. He wakes easily, and will often struggle to return to sleep.

Pre-Order 66 this would usually mean some kind of morning meditation, or getting up to make a tea to drink in bed beside you. However, after the order, you usually find him tinkering away at something or staring out at the rising suns in a bid to pass the time until you also wake.

I think he’s also keen on having some kind of tether to you when in bed, but he has no qualms being the little spoon from time to time.

Actually, he rather like being able to let his guard down and just sleep, head pressed against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat.

He’s also been known to melt when you run your hands through his hair just so - a fact you enjoy teasing him with.

He also snores (though he denies it. Adamantly)

Padmé

This angel sleeps soundly most nights, and is only too happy to let you crawl in next to her.

She (like Obi-wan) isn’t always known for getting rest, as she always insists there is work to be done.

However, she will often at least agree to sitting in bed beside you, staring down at some draft of a Senate bill.

It’s a decent compromise as eventually her eyelids droop and she is forced to give in, and nestle down next to you.

Most mornings you find her like that, with her papers still cast about the place just inches from her hand, where they fell when she eventually passed out.

Before she sleeps, however, Padmé would enjoy the sight of you resting next to her, your body curling up against hers.

It is one of the few precious moments she gets to just pause and be content.

The other is waking up beside you, normally as soon as the sun rises.

It’s also the time when she doesn’t have to be dressed in her finery, with her hair pulled up or her person decorated with jewels and other tokens befitting her status.

She is simply Padmé, with her hair flowing and a loose silky nightgown - unencumbered and at her most natural.

To see her like it is a privilege, and one not to be taken for granted.

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The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ -Chapter 11-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 3,545 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Sexual language, foul language, use of a slur, depictions of violence. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: This chapter was an intense write, I flew through it and the momentum continued right into chapter 12. I sort of rushed the art a little due to having a bunch of exams lined up this month plus assignments so please be patient. Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

Please enjoy this chapter! I worked very hard on it so reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated very much.

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Chapter 11

Charlie made you stay on the property close to the house, if you needed to leave in order to work the orchard or check on the construction on your home, you had to bring him or Tommy along with you. After you told Charlie about the incident, both he and Tommy searched the property for clues, footprints, anything to be able to try and identify who it may have been hiding in the forest that night, but they always came back with nothing. It was as if the shadow person really was just a shadow and nothing more, but you knew what you saw, you saw its form very clearly in the dark of the night.

It had been three days since you told Charlie about it, Luda Mae was on edge worrying about you and your safety. Tommy was also being overly protective of you, he watched you everywhere you went when you were outside, he made you join him in the barn to have you near him while he tended to the animals, you didn’t mind spending the extra time near him.

Today was no different from the rest, the sun was bright in the sky with a cloudless expanse of blue surrounding it. You spent a lot of the morning doing laundry, as you finished hanging up the last of the garments on the outside hang line, you heard a call from Luda Mae,

“Hun, can you come in here when your good and done that laundry?”

You respond in agreement, the final clothespin now tightly pinching one of Tommy’s massive white shirts. You step down from the stool and admire the clothes swaying in the gentle breeze, you felt a certain nostalgia for hanging clothes, your grandmother used to have you help her hang the laundry on the line when you were small, and you never forgot the fresh smell of the outside air on the clothes when you took them down for folding.

You walked into the kitchen from the backdoor with the empty laundry basket in hand, Luda Mae was dressed to leave the house, she grabbed her purse and turned to look for you,

“Oh, there you are. I need to go to the gas station today. Charlie’s gon’ drop me off, then he has to go to town and get some things.” She walks over to grab her sun hat which hung on the wall, and continued,

“Thomas’ gonna be out in the barn with them cows while we’re away, one of ‘em needs a hoof trim so he’s gon’ be a while. Can you stay inside ‘til we’re back? I don’t want to risk you gettin’ hurt by some weirdo or nothin’”

You follow her to the main entrance, you felt compelled to ask,

“Shouldn’t I just stay outside with Tommy?”

Luda Mae is now already opening the door, Charlie is honking the horn in the distance to push her along,

“I just wanna be sure you’re safe hun, it’s mighty boring watchin’ a man shave a hoof down, n’ it takes forever to do.” She opens the door to leave but turns and says some final words,

“Every door in this house is locked, as soon as I close this one make sure to lock it and check the door you came in as well. If you’re in the house at least I know you won’t be messed with. I’ll be back in a few hours hun.”

She shut the door and ran to the idling truck while Charlie reamed her out for taking so long. You lock the door as she asked, and head to the kitchen to lock the back door as instructed. You sigh and look out the window at Tommy who was pushing one of the cows’ legs into the holster to prop it up for the trim -I guess I can go to my room and read for a bit-. When you entered your room, you noticed a bit of dust floating in the air, you decide to open the window to let fresh air inside. You went over to one of the bookshelves in the room and picked out a book you never got to finish from high school titled ‘Island of the Blue Dolphins’.

You lay down on your bed to start the book from the first chapter, each sentence reminded you of the past. The book took you out of your head and into someone else’s world, a story from history retold. As you continued to read you grew tired, your eyelids became heavy and before you could put the book down, you were out like a light.

Tommy was still working on the cow, he was gentle and sliced thin sheets off the keratinous layer keeping in mind the comfort level of the cow. He was at it for over an hour, he decided the cow had enough and deserved to take a break. He unhooked the leg and brought the cow out to the pasture with the others, he watched as it happily bounced away to go find a moist patch of grass to munch on. He missed you, and wanted to check in to see what you were up to and get a glass of water while he was inside.

Tommy unlocked the door to the kitchen and poured himself some water which he guzzled down in an instant, as he filled the cup again, he called out to you but there was no answer; Finishing the next glass of water, Tommy went to look for you, calling your name as he moved through each room, but there was never an answer. He felt a chill go up his spine and began searching more frantically, loudly yelling out to you in hopes you were on another floor. He went to your room and knocked on the door, no answer.

Tommy opened the door and looked around the room, he saw your bed was messed up and the window was wide open. You were gone. He screamed for you, running all over the house in case he was wrong about his assumptions but each room he checked was met with dead silence and no one to see. He ran outside, the barn was the first place to look, nothing. He ran to the wheat field, searched around each corner including inside the silo, nothing. He looked in the car graveyard, opening the doors and trunks, searching under the cars, nothing. The final place was the pond, he ran as quick as possible, he looked through the trees and all around the surrounding forest, he searched the dock and the water, nothing again.

Tommy felt like his world was collapsing in on him, he couldn’t find you anywhere, you were taken from him and he wasn’t there to stop it, he was brimming with rage at his failure to protect you. Now that you were missing, Tommy was hell bent on finding you, he would search to the ends of the earth if he had to, he won’t stop until you are in his arms again.

You woke up in a dark room, it was lit dimly with old string lights. The ceiling and walls of the room were made of dirt, like they had been dug into by a shovel, the walls were reinforced by wood beams that the string of the lights would loop around. You felt exhausted, you could barely keep your eyes open and your vision was going in and out of blurriness. You felt like you were laying down on a hard surface, it was cold in this place, -am, I dreaming? Where am I?- You were too exhausted to panic, when you tried to lift your arm to rub your eyes, you realize you couldn’t, you were unable to move your whole body, the best you could manage was just curling your toes or twitching your fingers.

You groan to see if you could speak, you were able to squeak out a noise thankfully. You hear footsteps coming towards where you lay, a smell follows when the footsteps drew close, body odor, really bad body odor. You push out some words,

“Hhhwho, whos…there?” it was weak but audible.

You hear the footsteps come close to you, a chuckle rattles into your ears, someone walks up to your side and looks down at you, their face is too blurry to make out, they speak,

“Nice o’ you t’wake up.”

The voice was familiar, but you struggled to think of the person it reminded you of, you squeeze out another question,

“Hhhh…hhhwho?”

The person kneels down and gets really close to your face, its Dover. You grumble and try to move to get away but he laughs as you struggle.

“Recognize me now dontcha bitch?” his words were pointed, he continues to speak,

“Finally caught ya when those freaks went away. They fucked up muh dang fire and now yer still alive. I intend t’change that.”

You squirm, tears start to roll from your eyes, -why can’t I move? Please let this just be a bad dream- you blink frantically, feeling like if you could just push yourself then somehow you could get out of there. Dover goes over to a shelf area and grabs some ropes, he comes back to you and starts tying your arms and legs down,

“I drugged ya while y’slept in yer nice cushy bed at the Hewitt house.” He ties your hands together and attached the rope to a pole that was behind you,

“Im gon’ wait ‘till it wears off so y’can get the full effect of what I’m gonna put ya through. Payback fer Tilly just up and givin’ everythin’ away t’some whore from Canada.” He ties your feet together and lifts you so you sit upright against the dirt wall next to were you lay.

He walked away and disappeared around the corner, all you could do was cry, as time passed you started to gain your movement back and were finally able to speak. You didn’t remember anything other than falling asleep in your bed with the book, you felt like you were in a waking nightmare. You tried to scream out for help, calling each of the Hewitt’s names in case either of them could hear you, tears streaming down your face as you yelled.

Dover returned, he mocked your screaming and crying and laughed when you stopped, he looked worse than usual, his beard had grown in and was yellowing already, he smelled like he hadn’t bathed in forever. You try to free yourself from your bonds but they were so tight it just cut into your skin the more you struggled, you look up at him as he stood over you, smirking, you ask,

“Why are you doing this?!”

He tilts his head back to chuckle to himself, then says,

“I deserve some fun b’fore I take up the deed to Tilly’s property, I earned it.”

You respond,

“Where did you go after the fire? And where the fuck am I?”

He kneels down to you, his rank smell overwhelming your senses,

“When I saw the fuckin’ Hewitts drivin’ up I had t’run, so I made my way out to an abandoned lot n’ dug this hole so’s I be able t’kill ya without no one knowin’ where I was.” He looked around and continued,

“Seems it worked. Oh, y’can scream all ya want here, no one’s gon’ hear ya.” He cackled and walked over to the table where he got the ropes from,

“Y’see, Im gon’ take pleasure in fuckin’ ya up. Maybe after I kill ya, I’ll give yer body t’the Hewitts, so they can eat it.”

You hang your head down, the tears dripping onto your legs,

“What the hell are you talking about? Just let me go! If you let me go, I won’t say anything to anyone, please!” you had to choke past your tears to speak, you were so scared of what was coming next, you continue to plead,

“Please let me go, please, I don’t want to die.”

Dover just laughs at you, he turns away from the table and is holding a knife, he inspects the edge of it with his thumb as he walks over to you,

“Y’think I’m stupid? I know If I let y’go, those cannibals’ll be after me.” He kneels down and starts to cut away your shirt exposing your bra,

“Y’gon be mighty uncomfortable in the cold down here. Ain’t no comfort comin’ t’ya. While yer awake and alive, you might as well know the truth ‘bout the freaks you lived with.”

You cut in, “What?”

He smirks and continues to tear away the rest of your shirt,

“Those Hewitts, used t’eat people back b’fore the orchard grew. The economy was down, real bad, everyone left town fer greener pastures. Not them though, those dumb fucks wouldn’t leave their big fancy house. Once the food went out n’ deliveries stopped, the animals starved n’ stopped producin’, they ate what animals were left ‘til there was none.” He looked up past his brows at you,

“That’s when they started eatin’ people. Travellin’ folks would be picked off when they came in town fer gas, killed ‘em all n’ cooked ‘em up fer dinner. That big retard one did most of the killin’, he’d slaughter ‘em all then butcher the bodies fer the meat. He’s evil with how many he killed.”

You just sat still, eyes wide,

“How do you know all this? Why didn’t they kill you?”

He ran the knife up your arm, tracing the tip over your skin, he said,

“I used t’be the one deliverin’ gas to the station, only reason they had a fuckin’ store t’begin with. Then when Tilly came round, she hired me on t’start up the orchard. She paid me t’keep quiet. None of it matters now anyway, I’m gon’ report them to the sherriff, and blame them fer ya dyin’”

You yell at him, “What makes you think they won’t hunt you down after I’m dead?”

He laughs,

“They ain’t gon’ get the chance, the sherriff’ll be called b’fore I leave this hole after I’m done with ya”

You start screaming again, as loud as you could just in case any of the Hewitts were nearby. Dover slaps you across the face,

“Save yer screams fer when the fun starts.”

The sting from his slap was panful, you already felt dizzy from the drugs he injected into you wearing off, the slap just made it all worse. You try to struggle again, hoping to possibly get loose form the rope, Dover was now cutting away at your shorts laughing at your efforts to escape,

“Struggle all ya want whore, yer never getting’ out of those knots.”

You curse at him,

“You fucking evil pig, what are you planning?”

He tears away the cloth from your shorts, now exposing your underwear, the chill of the room now giving your skin goosebumps, you feel so cold you shiver. He says,

“I’m gonna take y’apart, piece by piece.” He laughs to himself as he gets up to grab something off the table again.

You wriggle your hands back and forth; you start to feel the rope loosen so you continue steadily wriggling to help loosen it more. You watch Dover to make sure he still has his back turned, you were able to get your hands free, you start to untie your feet while watching Dover. You were able to loosen the rope on your feet and quickly placed your hands back to where they were, holding the rope with them so he didn’t know they were untied, he turned around and had a larger knife with him now.

He came and squatted down to look over your body, he touched your leg and ran his calloused hand up your thigh,

“Don’t know where t’start.” He said as he looked over your legs.

He placed the knifes edge on your collarbone, he pressed in and you winced in pain, he started laughing maniacally, his eyes closed tightly as he threw his head back with glee. Just as he exposed his neck, you punched him right in the Adams apple and he fell backward choking. He dropped the knife to his side as he held his throat, you picked it up and plunged it into his calf, it penetrated and sliced through his muscle and poked through the other side, he clenched his calf with his hands as he choked, trying to catch his breath.

You removed the rope fully from your feet and ran out of the area, you turned the corner and found a doorway made of scrap metal, you fling the door open and start running, barely able to see in front of you. The pathway was at an incline upwards, it led you to a dead end, you looked around for a door and spotted a ladder, you looked up and saw a wooden latch door. You frantically climbed the ladder and pushed up on the door, it opened up to a field with extremely tall grass, you were almost fully out of the hole when you felt a tug at your foot, Dover was behind you pulling you down, it made you fall to the ground above the latch door and he began to drag you into the hole, you screamed as loud as you could.

You were almost pulled in again but you landed a swift kick to Dover’s face with your free foot, he grunted in pain and fell backward into the hole, letting go of your foot. You closed the latch door and ran as fast as you could through the grass, you didn’t know where you were but you knew you needed to put distance between you and him. The sky was dark, it was already nightfall, you were grateful for the heat, it was warming your cold, exposed body. You snuck your way through the grass, being careful to not leave an obvious trail for Dover to find you. You hear his laugh,

“Im gon’ find you bitch! You can’t hide from me!” His words resonated loudly, he was nearby.

You crouch down low and quiet your movements to try and hide in the grass as best you could. You hear him shuffling haphazardly as he floundered around the brush. He was getting closer; you quietly move yourself to a denser area of the field and kneel down as low as possible. You listened for him, his footsteps were inching closer to you, you could hear his heavy breathing and sat as still and quiet as possible when you saw his legs through the strands of vegetation surrounding you,

“Come out lil’ piggy, I’m gonna getcha” he called out for you in a sing-song way, sounding even more unhinged than before.

He was now right next to where you were, you hitched your breath and lowered yourself further into the grass hoping for the best. After a few seconds of just hearing his heavy breathing, he moved on. You waited for a good minute and then when you couldn’t hear his movements again, you quietly snuck away. You continued moving in the same direction, hoping it was going to at least get you to a road, you raised your head above the grass slightly to see where you should go, a forest could be seen in the distance so you made your way towards that, now running as fast as you could.

Just when you reached the edge of the forest you felt your hair pulled back roughly, it made you fall backward and you yelped in pain.

“Gotcha!” he shouted with glee.

Dover dragged you closer to him by your hair, you scratched and clawed at his hand to release your hair. You were at his feet now, he let go of your hair and stood over top of you, he placed his foot on your stomach and stood onto you, you yelled out for help with your last inhalation. He kept applying pressure, now making it hard for you to breathe in, you punched his leg as hard as you could but this just made him laugh loudly. He dropped himself on top of your body, he placed his legs on your arms to prevent you from moving, you gasp for air and let out another scream.

Dover punches your face, you yell in pain and feel dizzy again, his hands are now around your neck squeezing your throat. In this moment, you feel helpless, you can’t squirm enough to get him off of you and now the blood is unable to get to your brain causing you to slowly slip into darkness. As the world around you begins to fade, you hear a low rumbling, like the growl of a wolf. The pressure from your neck is gone and there’s no one on your body, as the blood starts rushing back into your brain you gasp for air, coughing and sputtering as you roll over onto your front.

The sound you heard was no wolf, it was the revving of an engine, a small engine, a chainsaw.

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miyuhpapayuh · 7 months

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twenty

“Oh my god, I know it's been a week but where the hell have you been??” Nique asks Zora, right before jumping damn near on top of her outside of her apartment.

“Nique!” She laughs, catching her before they both hit the ground, all the while Leon's coming up with her suitcase, staring between the two like they were crazy.

“What—”

“Lank!” Nique squeals, smacking him up for all the days she wasn't able to. Just like a sister. He chuckles and swats at her, ultimately pulling her into a bear hug.

“Missed you short stuff!”

“Yeah, y'all just left us behind out here!” She laughs, following them into the apartment.

“It was only a week! You didn't miss us that much!” Zora laughs, leaning on her kitchen counter, while Leon plops down on the sofa.

“I did, too! Darnell missed Leon so damn much, he's been tearing my ear up about all the shit they used to get into in college— getting on my nerves, man!” She laughs, making them join in.

“Ah, he done told you about some wild ass shit ain't he?”

“Has he! What's up with y'all and streaking?!”

“I'm not even surprised,” Zora laughs, moving to take her suitcase into her room.

“Man, we was proud of them track bodies, girl! They was gon see us!” He animatedly yells.

“Oh my god,” Nique laughs, rolling her eyes. “How can I save Zora from the madness??”

“It's already too late!” She yells from her bedroom, making them snicker up a storm.

“Stop laughing Nique! It's too late for you, too!”

“Nah for real, y'all treatin’ each other nice?” Leon asks, first time he's asked about their relationship.

“Yeah, he's really a sweetheart. Might like his ass too much,” she laughs, “but that's my baby.”

“Aw, that's cute! I'm happy for y'all.”

“Thanks!”

“Nique, I need assistance right quick!” Zora hollers again, making Nique disappear down the hallway.

“Yes?”

“Are we having a sleepover tonight?”

“Uh, duh! I need to be caught up, cause Neoma told me some things about some things, and I gotta hear it from you to piece it all together.”

“Oh lord. This finna be a mess.”

“My favorite!”

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“Okay, spill!”

“So, before we went on this nice lil vacation, we ran into a little more bullshit. I'm assuming you heard about Craig and Eryn?”

“Have I? Eryn is ready to sink her teeth into that boy! I'm ready to do it for her, cause he knows he's wrong.”

“I agree! He definitely shoulda let them work that out, cause Eryn isn't a child anymore. I think that might've influenced his decision cause they've known her for so long— no excuse. She's grown now.”

“Yeah?? And I don't know how well the conversation between them went, but she still seems kinda sad about it all.”

“Really? I haven't talked to her since we left. But that's another thing! After Leon finds out about everything from Craig, he starts telling me about it, and I already kinda knew about it cause she sat down and told me, like a day or so before.”

“Oh no,” Nique says, shaking her head. “She got you all caught up in it, huh?”

“Yeah, but I'm not mad at her. She just needed advice. Leon did kinda blow up on me, though.”

“Huh??” Nique asks, damn near breaking her neck to look over at her.

“Yeah, he was feelin’ it that day, I don't know.” She shrugs.

“Zora, what do you mean he blew up on you? He yelled at you?”

“No, no. He cut me off while I was trying to talk to him about everything. He asked me if she ran it by me and I told him the truth cause I didn't wanna be in the middle, and he like hopped off the couch and I'm still telling him that I didn't wanna be in the middle cause now he's upset and he's saying that he ain't mad at me, but he also just pacing back and forth and I was kinda nervous, I ain't gon lie. And I'm just tryna reason with him and his fuse is really short, so he cut me off and shut the conversation down.” She sighs, eating another handful of popcorn.

“And then what happened??”

“Oh, he was definitely asking for forgiveness before leaving the crib, but I wasn't up for talking anymore. You don't cut me off and expect a conversation after that. Kissed his ass goodbye and he came to my job the next day with flowers and another apology. I think he almost cried tryna talk to me. Hell, I know I cried enough.” She laughs, while Nique is still staring at her.

“Do I need to kill him?”

“No,” she laughs again, reaching out to grab the hand that's closest to her. “He apologized. Several times. Took me home and made it up to me real nice. He's a good man, just has a temper problem.”

“Hm. I'll keep my guns near, just in case.”

“Lord. He knows not to test it. Trust.”

“Why? You tie him up when y'all got out to that cabin?”

“You're so nasty, no. I definitely taught him what patience is, cause he was killing my nerves.”

“How I'm nasty? I'm talking about straight torture shit! Shoulda muzzled his ass.” She huffs, but Zora shakes her head.

“You know I use my powers for good and not evil… anymore. He understood I wasn't playing. I promise you, he don't want whatever ill fate awaits him if he even thinks about it.”

“Okay, I'll let it go. This time.”

“Good, I'd hate for shorty and lank to call it quits!” She frowns, making Nique smile and shake her head.

“He better be glad I like him a lil bit, cause I'll still kill him. It just won't be as harsh as normal.” She shrugs.

“Girl, anyway. Back to Eryn. I hope she's okay. Maybe I'll call her in a few days.”

“Yeah, poor baby. I had to get your sister together a lil bit, too.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. Done found a lil rockheaded boy to ride and now she lost her mind. Cause why was she bucking up at me cause I told her that she was wrong for giving him the okay to say shit to Leon?! Like I ain't wrong for saying that! Am I?”

“No. Absolutely not, she shouldn't have said anything to him but, “mind your business”, but you know how she is. Lovita is the same way. That older sister complex be havin’ them telling other people's kids what to do. Like how you giving him the go ahead??”

“That's what I tried to get her to make sense to me! Eryn wasn't mad at her, but I told her that she should be. Cause it's too many hands in this situation and she just an extra one that don't belong. Be a girlfriend, nothing more.”

“This really made you mad, huh?”

“Yes. Eryn is twenty five years old. She don't need nobody hovering over her back, snitching on her or whatever other stupid overstepping bullshit has been going on. We had a long heart to heart, cause I just feel like she's just been ridiculed by so many, she just needs some love.”

Zora nods, sighing deeply. “Yeah, I know that feeling. I feel for her, I do. But she did speak up for herself. Leon said she was not happy with him yelling at her, ‘cause she is fragile right now, and that's not the way you get your point across anyway.”

“Good for her! Lank and his friends need to get it together. Neoma needs to get it together before I knock her out.”

“Y'all still beefin’??”

“Nah, I'm just saying. I mean, she was mad as hell when I left but so the fuck what? I shoulda sat in her face while she was mad, but I had a nail appointment.” She raps, while Zora shakes her head, staring at her imaginary audience. “But she got over herself after a day or so. The three of us had lunch and shit like usual, she was fine.”

“Y'all are gonna give me gray hair.”

“Please, if all you have to do is hear about it, I think you'll be okay. Besides, you've been living your carefree life since that boy came into it, so I don't wanna hear it.”

Zora can't help but smile, knowing it was the truth. Besides the minor bump in the road, the last almost year of her life has been absolutely wonderful.

“It's about time, I say.”

“Here, here!” Nique faux toasts with a handful of popcorn.

“Stupid,” Zora laughs.

“And, you know this!”

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“Wow, I forgot how good you looked in your uniform.” Zora says, shamelessly gawking at Leon as he walks around his room to tidy up, before heading off to work.

He chuckles, feeling his face grow hot. “Alright now.”

“For real. I need to come watch you work out now, cause the way them arms are filling out that sweater..” she trails off, shaking her head.

He stops in front of her, beginning to put on a show and flex for her. She giggles, eating it up.

“You like that, huh?”

“Oh, please. Don't start!” She warns, laughing it off as best as she can.

“Don't be shy, baby!” He laughs, bringing his arms down anyway.

“Stop, before I keep you here.” She half jokes, and he can see the seriousness in her deep brown eyes.

“Hm.. I might just have to be a lil late today.” He replied, leaning in to kiss her, unbuttoning her nightshirt.

“Yeah?”

“Just a lil,” he repeats, laughing at himself.

She squeals in excitement, rushing to unbutton his jeans and yank them down with his briefs, moaning at the sight of his dick already hard and ready to go.

“See? This happens every day.” He stresses, stepping closer between her legs to rub against her, his hands at either side of her head.

Reaching between them, she wraps her hand around him, guiding him inside of her, looking up to see his mouth open, eyes stuck on her in pure lust.

“So fucking wet,” he mumbles, languidly stroking just to hear the way her slick smacked through the air. His head dipped down to give wet kisses to her breasts.

“That happens every day, too,” she softly laughs.

His thrusts turn curt, poking right at her gut, making her claw at his arms and chest through the thick material, her wild moans bouncing off the walls of his room.

“Unh! Fuck me, just like that!”

“Mhm, it feels good don't it?”

“Yes! Please don't stop! Please!”

“Shit… I ain't stoppin’ baby… make you cum right on this dick.”

Her fingers ball up the material of his shirt, quickly losing her sanity as he drives right into her spot, bringing them both closer to their peaks.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she whines, “fuckin’ hitting that spot, babyy!”

“Right here?”

“Yes, I'm so c-close!” She whines, pulling his face closer to hers as he cages her in, his scent evading her senses and vice versa.

“Cum with me,” he moans against her lips, gripping her hips tighter as she squeezes around him, giving him no choice but to give in to the sweet feeling.

“That was amazing,” she breathily laughs, smothering his lips with her own, much to his liking as he groans all into their liplock.

“I wanna be so much later now,” he chuckles, hissing as he slides out of her, still covered in her essence. Their breathing still ragged.

Zora licks her lips and gets on her knees on the bed, bending down to lick him clean. If he didn't have hearts for eyes already, they were definitely there now.

After sending him to work on a high he'd be on for a while, she went back to sleep for a few hours, woke back up and decided to channel her inner Leon and chef it up in his kitchen.

Her omelet was a success.

After a nice long hot shower and hygiene routine, she decided to get her mani/pedi redone. The color is orange.

Zora soon headed through the lounge with Leon's lunch in hand like always, loving the look on his face as he digs through the bag to see what she'd brought.

Today was a Cuban sandwich with fries, and he was more than delighted. “I've been craving one of these!”

“Yeah? I had one on my lunch break the other day, and it was so good! Had to get you one.”

“Thank you, baby.” He says with a kiss to her lips, as she sits down beside him.

“Welcome. How's your day been?”

“Great, actually. We got through most of our pallets already, so I might just get outta here early today.”

“Oh, I always love the sound of getting off work early! I hope you do make it home before six, today.”

"This morning gave me a lil extra motivation.” He nudges her with a smirk on his face, as she hides her own.

“Shut up,” she laughs as he wraps an arm around, pulling her closer to him. “But also, you're welcome.”

“Thank you sweet stuff. How's your day off been?” He asks, humming as he bites into his sandwich.

“Well, this morning was great,” she winks, making him chuckle. “But, I took a nap, got up and ate breakfast, then I went and got my toes done— they're orange like my nails, but my feet got cold so I had to put my socks back on. I'll show you later.” She smiles. “I've been laying around, other than that. It's too cold outside to be out there for too long.”

“What did you make?”

“An omelet. It was so good!” She smiles, making him mirror her in no time.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I gotta make you one. Use my secret ingredient.”

“Word? Let me find out you were a chef this whole time, Z.”

She laughs. “Oh come on, I'd never steal your lane. It's like a family secret but I add a lil sumn to mine. You'll love it, I promise.”

“I can't wait,” he fondly shakes his head, kissing her lips.

“Can't wait to see these cute ass toes either. Love ‘em.”

“You got a foot fetish?” She squints, to which he laughs.

“Zora, I've got a you fetish.”

“Oh my god,” she laughs to cover up the way she's just melted inside.

“Act like you ain't know,” he shakes his head, taking another couple bites of his sandwich.

“I don't wanna go back out in the cold. It's so bitter out there.” She says, looking out the big window in front of them.

“You ain't lying, babe. It's cold as fuck in the room we work in too. Metal insulation should've been installed a long time ago.”

“You need me to say something?” She asks, raising her brow.

“No, mama, I got it.” He snickers, kissing her forehead.

“It better be in there by my next visit.” She firms, before leaning on him.

“They like yo pretty ass, ima tell ‘em so they can speed the process up.” He laughs.

“Whatever works, right?” She responds with a laugh of her own.

“Mmhm…whatchu feelin’ on me for, Jean?” He asks with a grin, already knowing what she was up to, rubbing on his knee, her hand casually sliding up.

“Ya know, just the sight of a hardworking man gets me going.”

“Yeah? Where's this hand of yours going?”

The way she licks her bottom lip, biting down on it before it escapes has him ready for whatever.

“I'll be waiting in the bathroom.” She says with a smile, before getting up from the table, leaving him dumbstruck.

She giggles before slipping into the employee bathroom, not having to wait long as he finally makes his way inside, locking the door behind himself.

“Hey.” She says, smirking as he walks them backwards into the counter, her body becoming flush with his, much to her liking.

“What's gotten into you, lately?” He playfully asks, rubbing her hips.

“I don't know, you said to ask for it any time I want it, but I think it's more fun this way.”

He chuckles, before spinning her backwards, her ass now pressed up against his crotch. She smirks at him through the mirror.

“How much time do we have?”

“Mm,” he shrugs. “A good ten minutes.”

“More than enough time.”

Her sweats and panties are pulled down, and he can't help but run his fingers through her slick folds, feeling how unbelievably wet she is.

“Fuck,” he mumbles before squatting down, stuffing his face in between her cheeks, burying his tongue in her.

Her hands find the countertop as she bites back her moans, rolling her hips against his face. He wildly licks her slit, before suckling her clit into his mouth.

“Please… that feels so good!” She quietly whines, reaching back to rub her fingers through his curls.

Her legs begin to shake as he wags his tongue against her, her grip on his hair tightening. Her soft panting is making him strain against his jeans.

“I'm g-gonna cum!” She whimpers, arching and gripping the back of his neck as she does just that, wetting up his nose and mouth with her juices.

He happily licked it up, standing up to yank his own bottoms down, groaning all in her ear as he stuffs himself inside of her, bottoming out. Her lips are pursed together tightly, thankfully muffling her gasp.

“Good ass pussy,” he lewdly moans.

Her eyes stay glued on their reflection, her mouth now agape as he taps that spot over and over again. The way she's squeezing around him feels heavenly.

“Fffuck,” she quietly moans, “hittin’ that fucking spot so good!”

“Yeah? This spot right here?” He taunts, smirking at the way her eyes rolled back, her lips sputtering out a yes.

One hand comes up to grip her neck, “say it again” spilling out of his mouth with a grunt.

“Yeah!— fuck, I'm c-cummin’!” She moans a bit louder than she meant to, quickly biting into her lip to muffle herself as her orgasm rushes through her. His strokes never cease.

“Mmhm, gimme that pussy,” he grunts, nearing his own peak as he gyrates into her, kissing the back of her neck.

“H-holy shit, babe,” she grits, biting down on her lip.

“So fucking close,” he grunts into her ear, digging a bit deeper inside.

She damn near draws blood from her lip by the time he's releasing inside of her, fingers bearing down on her hips, leaving bruises for her to admire later.

“You… are fucking incredible.” He rasps, as they laugh and catch their breaths.

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Eryn’s busy shuffling through the small crowd of people at the mall, when she bumps into a familiar face. Just the person she was hunting for, too.

“And, so we meet again.” Craig says, trying to hide the fact that he might have been laying low, afraid to face her.

She scoffs. “At least we see each other this time.”

“Baby E—”

“Nope.” She cuts him off. “That's the issue, right there. I'm not a baby, Craig. You can't keep doing this shit like I'm that same little girl you knew way back when!”

“Okay, okay, I hear you,” he holds his hands up in surrender. “I was in your business and I'm sorry.”

Eryn rolls her eyes before stepping around him, having no time for his tired apology. But he wasn't gonna stop, now that he'd started.

“Eryn, come on.” He says, walking after her.

“Nah, I'm cool. I don't have time for this.”

“For real? I'm tryna apologize to you—”

“Are you?” She stops and turns in his direction.

“Quit cuttin’ me off.”

“Stop saying stupid shit and maybe I'll refrain.” She spat, crossing her arms over her chest, making her many bracelets clink together.

He stares at her, holding his tongue because she was rightfully upset and now was not the time for banter.

“Look, I'm really sorry. I instantly regretted it after I said it. I even told him to relax on you cause maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I know I shouldn't have done it, regardless. It's not my business.”

“No. It's not your business.” She frowns. “Had that man yelling at me like he'd lost his mind. I should kick your ass.”

“I know, I ain't mean to unleash all of that.”

She sucks her teeth. “Yeah, whatever. You wanted him to yell at me like he always does. That shit funny to you or something?”

“No!”

“Hm. Well, are we done here?” She asks.

“Uh yeah.. I guess? I don't think ima say anything to make you not mad at me.”

“No, you're not. Thanks for the apology, though. Just stay out of my business. I'm not your little sister.” She reminds him, before walking away.

“Damn.” Craig sadly mumbles before walking away with a hung head.

Her phone rings and she answers it with a bright smile. “Hey B, wassup?”

“I know you just left, but damn I miss you girl.”

“Is that right? Maybe I'll swing back that way.”

“Yeah, why don't you do that. I got sumn for you when you get here.”

“If it's dick, you can keep it Brandon.” She laughs, and so does he.

“Come on, it's not like that. I actually got you something.”

“Mmhm, I'm on my way.”

Right after her heart to heart with Leon, she had a separate one with Brandon, in which she admitted her feelings and told him that they would unfortunately have to go their separate ways, to which he did not agree.

He had also developed a crush on her, in the time they had reconnected, and he wasn't gonna deny it just because his ex-best friend happened to be her brother.

He assured her that they would just have to talk it out. Said he was going to reach out to him personally, which she agreed and suggested that he should've done that in the first place, to which he agreed and apologized.

She was ready to face the music a second time, when the time came of course. But for right now, she was going to enjoy herself.

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“I haven't been home before six in so long,” Leon groans into the pillow, while Zora is perched on his lower back as she rubs her hands up and down his sore muscles.

“Getting off early is the best feeling, ain't it!” She laughs, moving up to his shoulder, rubbing his tense spots.

“Why are you so tense, baby?”

“I think I pulled something earlier,” he shrugs, instantly regretting it. Zora shakes her head like he can see her.

“Okay, relax..” she moves off of him, “sit up so I can get that knot out.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Moving behind his seated body, the natural heat between her thighs is warming his bare back. Her fingers relocate the knot in his left shoulder, working to relieve pressure.

His head lolls forward, his hands rubbing the sides of her thighs as she works her magic.

“Damn, that feels good.” He mumbles, eyes closed.

She smiles, dipping down to kiss the back of his neck. He was in pure bliss as her other hand reached for his other shoulder, kneading his skin like precious dough.

“What's the real reason why you're tense, Avery.” Zora asks again.

He sighs. “I don't know, I just feel like something’s going on.”

Her brows furrow. “With what or who?”

“Eryn.”

“Oh.”

“I know she's not a baby and she makes her own decisions. I just feel like… I don't know, I just don't like it.” He sighs again.

“Listen, baby. I know she's your sister and this isn't the ideal situation for either of you I'm sure, but she's gonna have to learn some things on her own. You can only guide her so much. You're only gonna give yourself a headache, worrying about that. I'm sure that if anything is going on, she'll tell you about it, just like she was about to the last time. Let her.”

“I hear you.”

“I'm serious, Avery.”

“I'll let her come to me. I hear you.” He repeats, turning his head to look back at her.

“Don't make me fight you.” She half jokes, mushing his head back in the other direction.

“Fight me naked?”

“That's our type of fight ain't it?” She snickers.

“Huh, you right.” He nods.

“Duh!” She replies without missing a beat, making him suck his teeth and laugh.

“Alright, you're kink free up here now. Please be more careful at work!” She scolds, still rubbing his left shoulder.

“I will, I promise. Now come lay with me.” He says, moving onto his back, and pulling her right down on top of him.

The covers fall over them as they snuggle up and rub their feet together. The heat was blasting through the vents, warming their cold bones right up.

“You think I need a space heater?” He asks, flipping through the channels.

“You be that cold at night?” She asks, drawing imaginary patterns on his right arm, already dozing off.

“Sometimes, yeah. I sleep with socks on like an old man, babe.” He stresses, making her tiredly laugh at him.

“Yeah, I'll get you one, then.”

“Oh, you don't have to do that.” He assures her.

“I want to. Don't fight me on it.” She playfully smacks his cheek, before sliding up to stuff her face into his neck, sighing contentedly.

“You comfy?” He asks, arms draped around her waist, rubbing circles into her hips as he begins to doze off, himself.

“So comfy.” She responds, before going super quiet, and ultimately falling asleep to his scent and the lull of his heartbeat.

Sometime later, after coming back from the bathroom, Leon slides back under the covers and kisses Zora’s forehead, softly laughing at her still being asleep.

Mindlessly scrolling through his phone, his eyes dart up to read the incoming message from Instagram. It was Brandon and he was ready to talk.

Tapping the message before it disappears, he taps across the screen and sends a message back, letting him know he was on his way.

“Z, baby,” he leans over to press kisses to her face, watching her stir slightly and reach out for him with her eyes still closed.

“I gotta head out real quick, baby.”

“Hm,” she stretches, rubbing her face, “where you goin’?”

“Gonna go chat with Brandon.” He simply says, making her eyes finally pop open.

“Before you start scolding me,” he continues, “I'm not gonna beat him up or yell or any of that. I'm going to hear him out, for real.”

She stares at him for a few seconds, before nodding and rubbing her eyes again. She was adorable when she'd just woken up from a nap.

“Okay, be careful. Where are you meeting him?” She asks.

“His crib.” He answers, still hovered over her.

“Okay. Call me when you get there.”

“Yes ma'am. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

It's finna get juicy!

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