#corny crew answers

[v3ros]

Any of you know about a sky of blue, sea of green, with a yellow submarine? :) /ref

(Ok its pretty obvious whos under this anon mask but shhhh /lh)

Maybe if Salem let Moss pick the movie for Corny Crew Movie Night™ instead of picking Who Framed Roger Rabbit every time he'd know what they're talking about.

[silly-moss-man]

DSaC ask redraw Original by V3ros

[saltpepperbeard]

Hello! Person who pulled the temperance card for the show back again ✌️ was checking on some other stuff and decided to pull an oracle card for the show. I got the card “sweet success” so!!! 🥰🥰 just thought I’d share something hopeful (:

VERY HOPEFUL INDEED <3

[dilf-docs]

All Roads Lead To Rome

pedro pascal x younger!reader

summary: your boyfriend swears he isn't annoyed at your little surprise visit on the set of gladiator II; you might have to help him release his anger, one way... or another.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (BARK BARK BARK), smut, p. in v., bit of exhibition kink cause they fuck on his trailer, he swears he's mad but he just wants head, oral (m. receiving), he also uses his armor and skirt while at it bc its hot and not bc i totally want that to happen to me or smth!!!, brat taming, orgasm denial, breeding and daddy kink lowkey, i'm so down bad for him so there's fluff!!! + pedro being whipped cause that's exactly what i want in my men, the cast makes cameos bc i love them!!! use of spanish (i'm latina so don't even try me), pedro wearing a skirt tehee

word count: 3,519 words

side note: i'm about as FERAL and horny as much as one could be!!! damn u pedro, making me walk out in the middle of class and walk on foot to the nearest theather for an early gladiator II screening (bc they're cheaper and i'm a jobless broke student lmao) that mind u it's my first solo trip to the movies but it's okay!!!! nobody interrupt me on my horny dilf hours amirite I TELL U that cinema was almost empty: just me, pedro and hey there's a spot if u wanna join mescal (look at my blog banner IYKYK) so yeah!!!! enjoy this porn lovechild that steemed from it; my pedro renaissance that'd been asleep since tlou dropped AWAKES (u don't get it, i literally watched narcos just for him) i'm so fr i need this man BIBLICALLY!!

"Lemme guess, that's her, right?"

Pedro looks up from his phone, slightly red and embarrassed. He would blame the color on the sun, and as an actor, fake his way out.

"No idea what you're talking about, Paul"

The young man chuckles.

"I mean, every break we get, you take your chair, sit the farthest and pull your phone with the most ridiculous grin I've ever seen. I'm afraid to tell you, friend, you aren't as slick as you think"

He leans back against the chair, covering his face with his large palm.

"At least I tried" he finds no point in lying anymore, "seems like I'm addicted, but if it wasn't for y/n, I wouldn't touch it"

"I'm curious, though" Paul scoots his chair closer, "who texts who? You or her?"

"Me" he answers, but then corrects himself quickly, a bit ashamed of how that makes him sound, "but it's mostly her first".

"Right" he doesn't sound convinced, rather curious and annoyed, something he's too old and tired for, "I don't believe you"

He's about to lock his phone, but the wallpaper (a selfie with you) would probably earn him another mock from Mescal.

"Too bad I don't need you to"

Before he can do so, the irish man yanks his phone away.

"Give it back!" he shouts, earning a few glances from the crew around them, "what are you, ten?"

"No, twenty-eight" they look like kids bickering. "No need to fight me, Mr. Pascal, they haven't taught us the new fighting choreography yet" he mocks, before the phone chimes; they both stop at the sound.

"What does this mean?" Paul asks. "Malta's nice" he reads out loud, "were you talking about possible future vacations? I might have to tag along"

He doesn't follow the man's joke, instead, looking at the message on your chat. Malta's nice, says the little cryptic message, and yes―it is cryptic, because you were just talking about missing each other and some other corny stuff he'd take to his grave. Not vacations, and certainly, not about the european island, which happens to also be the place were he's filming his latest movie.

"No, we weren't" he replies confused, "what do you think it means?"

"Well, obviously, you boys don't know anything" May pops up from behind, laughing.

"Were you eavesdropping?" he asks playfully, albeit, a little offended.

"No, you guys are just too loud" she replies nonchalant. "Besides, you aren't very good at hiding it, either"

"That's what I said!" Paul backs, laughing on his face.

"Stop being misterious and just drop it"

"It means" she pauses―laughing at her own little dramatic effect, "that you're getting a visit soon"

When you met Pedro, you were working in The Last Of Us. Nothing fancy, just part of the technical cast of the show: helping with the filming and stuff.

During those months, it was easy to find yourself falling for the main star (alongside Bella Ramsey), especially when you spent months behind a camera, capturing all of his perfect features; learning them by memory until you could draw them without seeing his face.

Yes, you had fallen for the older man, because it was as natural as breathing; easy as being alive―the fall so gentle and so easy, it was hard to know when the feelings started. You just woke up one day, feeling different.

You liked to act up―always had what you wanted, and times had changed (so it's not like he had to ask first): why not? Which is why during your last day of shooting you took some liquid courage on your veins and went up his way. It was at a little gathering the crew you've grown to call family organized, while wearing your favorite and tightest dress, that you approached him.

It surprised you that he even recognized you, but that's who he was: warm, welcoming and caring.

To augment the surprise, turns out he had eyed you already, but was too shy to do anything. Yes, the worlds most famous Chilean man. It did stroke your ego, and maybe that's why you feel like most of the time, you've got the upper hand on your relationship, despite the years in between.

Still, you feel like the last message you just sent was a bit too blunt. Now you sit at the tiny airport, pondering your next move.

You know your boyfriend isn't exactly the type to scold or get mad―despite his strong figure, but going against the only thing he asked you might test him. Which is why you feel nervous, despite the happiness around you, everyone in the airport looking straight out of a picture perfect summer edition magazine.

And your theory is proven exactly right when you arrive impromptu at the Gladiator II set: making heads turn and guards almost kick you out, thinking you're a fan.

"You don't get it!" you protest, "he's my boyfriend".

"Sure", they laugh on your face. "you're not the first to say that".

"She's not lying" oh, how you love that gravely voice. But not today: not when he sounds like a parent scolding a naive child. Not when his eyes bore into you, slightly irritated.

So now he's dragging you among the set, right to were his trailer is.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" you ask, puffing your cheeks out in annoyance. He keeps dragging you by the arm, without sparing a glance in your way. Who does he think he is? "I wanted to tell Paul he made me cry―twice. You know I don't play about Normal People and Aftersun"

"But you do seem to play about my orders" he grunts out, opening the door to his trailer. The sunlight reflects against the white, slightly bothering your eyes with its shine, contrary to your boyfriend's gloomy behaviour.

"Are you being serious right now? You're not my dad to scold me. I just wanted to surprise you" you stand still, refusing to get inside. Pedro knows your character tends to be stubborn, and thought he finds it hot to reel you up sometimes, there are other times where he can't just stand that juvenile spirit of rage you tend to have when things don't go the way you want them to. "What's gotten into you?"

"I could ask you the same" he mocks. "Get inside. Now"

"Rude" you scoff, but obey regardless, and he breathes out relieved you didn't do a scene like last time; he still can't show his face on that restaurant to this day.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me" you say a tad bit dissapointed, and Pascal feels the pissed off feelings clouding his brain start to dissipate.

"I do, amor" he sighs, "just hate to see you do things I tell you not to; waltzing in here like you own the place".

You don't see the mistake, though. What's wrong with wanting to do a little surprise? It's not like you were a stalker or something; just a very clingy girlfriend who happens to miss her boyfriend.

"So, you're not mad?" you venture, "tell me you're not embarrassed"

He looks at you, the fondness of his gaze betraying him.

"I'm not the one wearing a skirt while trying to sound intimidating" you joke while caressing the crook of his nose, knowing you always get on his good side. Being mad isn't something that lasts, "if anyone should be embarrassed, that's you"

"Are you saying I shouldn't wear one because I'm a man?" your boyfriend looks offended, "Have you forgotten the movie I'm starring in? People feared the skirt-wearing Roman army"

"Well, I'm not intimidated" you stand defiant, and something dark tints his brown eyes. You can feel the excitement begin pooling in your stomach.

"You're not?" he grips your wrists and yanks you to him, then holds your chin, tilting your head between his calloused fingers. "Well, cariño, you should be"

Your body slams against one of the trailers walls, and you have to suppress a whine.

"You must be punished for what you did today"

You give him a doe-eye look, pretending to be all innocent, as if you weren't enjoying the punishment.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been a good girl"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" he clicks his tongue, "don't play dumb with me"

"I just came to visit you" you murmur, voice husky against his ear. He grunts, and with the proximity, his hard-on rasps against your bare legs, only partly covered by the flowy summer dress you're wearing, "is that so bad?"

"It is. Has sido mala, cariño" his hand travels down under your dress, carresing with his large palm the silhoutte of your ass. The rings on his fingers create a shock, cold metal against your warm sun-bathed skin. "Naughty girl"

"I promise I'll be good, papi" you purr, using that honeyed voice of yours that makes it hard: hard to say no and hard between his pants.

Pedro sits on a small couch he has inside the trailer, guiding you with his hand enveloped around yours, motioning you to follow with a care so soft, you'd doubt he's about to do to you what he is about to do to you. He pulls you across his lap, smiling (God, you love his smile) as your stomach presses against his tights.

"Don't worry" he breathes low, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make you a good girl. Tell me, aren't you?"

You swallow, "I am"

He moves the panties easily to the side, rubbing your pussy a little. He then spanks it softly, making you mewl at the sting.

Pedro continues to trace over it, "Are you sure about that?"

"N-no" you shiver in delight, resolve dissolving as quick as it came. "I'm naughty"

"It's good to be aware" he murmurs, "Dilo otra vez"

"I'm a naughty girl"

He lifts your head by your hair. "Tell me what you did"

"Disobeyed your orders, coming to the set" you whisper. He lets go of your hair, his hands traveling down again, slowly teasingly rubbing your pussy while he humms.

"You were a little brat, amor"

You whimpered and mewled in delight. "I was a very naughty brat"

He pushed his fingers inside you, plunging his fingers into your pussy.

"Look at you. You're soaking wet" he pumped his fingers in you, making you moan, "Is that why you came to see me? Couldn't wait any longer for daddy to be inside of you?"

You bucked a little, making him stop. He drags his fingers out, causing you to beg for him to go back.

"Answer my question you greedy thing" He leaned closer to your ear. "Did you need my cock this much?"

You whimper, "I do! Missed you so much"

He pushed his fingers back into you, provoking a moan out of you.

"You're always so needy for me" your core tenses, making you shiver. "How badly do you want me? Tell me"

You whimpered "Badly, papi"

"Say it" his face contorts in satisfaction at your pathethic display; crying little mess, "Who's cock, fingers and mouth make you feel good?"

You can't think at this point, your brain fuzzy and pussy hot, leaking. You kiss his lips, moaning against them, "you!"

"Just me, yes? Nobody else can make you feel this good?"

"No one!"

You involuntarily roll your hips to aid you in pleasure, yet Pedro stops you just before you can reach your orgasm.

"Little brat." he tuts, making you groan. "Did you think I'd let you? You were naughty today, baby"

You huff in annoyance, used to having your way.

"That's your punishment"

"But I'll behave" you mewl against his ear, "I promise"

“Good, because I'm planning on fucking your brains out” his hot breathe whispers in your ear seductively, trying his best not to slur the words at the drunken haze that your arousal provokes in him, "but you have to help me first"

You get on your knees, looking at the garment he's wearing. The skirt and general costume makes this all the more hot, mouth watering at the sight. You raise the skirt, glancing at the briefs; just seeing his dick strained against the fabric makes you wet in anticipation.

He sees the pleasure bore into your orbs, and before you do any dirty idea of yours, he's already warning:

"You have to take this off, what if we-"

"Alright" you cut him off, "but the skirt stays"

"Sigue, pues" he growls, voice low yet demanding, following you in your little game.

As you pull the briefs down, his erection springs out enthusiastically, slapping up against his lower abdomen. You shifted your gaze up to meet his, his eyelids heavy and his proud smirk driving you absolutely wild.

"That's right" he chokes out, "show me how much you missed it"

You give him a proud lick, and Pedro hisses at the moment his preseminal fluid goes in between your hungry lips.

Your tongue darts to the head of his cock, running over it several times before bobbing your head down, taking most of him in your mouth. He keeps praising as you pump the base of his cock with your hand. Your head bobs, yet you peek up to hear Pascal's little sounds and facial expression, a motivation so intimate in the way his brows furrow and eyes roll, mouth agape at your movements while his lip suck on those pretty lips of his. It makes you keep going. With every bob you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, before slowly moving your way back up to the tip, increasing your suction the closer to his head you got. A throaty moan escapes the man above you when you now focus on the final lick, making him closer to coming, all while maintaining eye contact the entire way through.

"Don't do that" he rasps, yanking you by the hair again, as of punishment, but he knows you enjoy it, "you promised you'd be good"

You can't answer, so instead, you reach the head of his cock again, and now his eyes roll back, mumbling profanities that sound like heaven.

"Do you want them to hear us, brat? Qué necia eres" he manages to chastise while moaning.

You feel his dick stuck in your throat, and the way he's about to come; you think that after some time dating, you know him well enough.

You're about to leave with your mouth when he stops you.

"No" your eyes open in shock, "what? Did you think your punishment is over?" Pedro laughs, "don't look at me like that. Like you have never done it before"

He keeps you in place by the hair, the rings prickling against your scalp. You feel his muscles tense up, and before you can think anything else thick and hot shots of cum invade your mouth, making it sticky and warm.

"Don't pretend you don't like it" his voice goes dark, husky. "Swallow it all. Te han enseñado a no desperdiciar nada, ¿verdad? Show me your good manners, then"

When you pull out, your throat feels raspy.

"You gotta reward me" you cough out.

"I promised, didn't I?" his fingers trace your face delicately, with adoration.

"It's all about duty, General Acacius" you purr, and the dick springs out again. Hard.

"Princess..." he warns.

"For the glory of Rome" you joke and laugh, then cough, as your throat is still sore.

"Have you been reading my script?" as you avoid to answer, he just chuckles, "ay, nena"

"C'mere" he motions, and you sit on his lap again. Pedro lifts your dress, exploring the curve of your ass. There's anticipation as he hooks his finger around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to access your core.

"Fuck" you squirm at his touch, grinding your freed cunt against his hard cock. He grabs you by the hip, adjusting you right on his lap.

"You taste so good" he kisses down your throat, ending at the chest were your tits peak.

"Want them?" you offer, pulling your dress down. He kisses them, gently nipping at your perked up nipples.

A wave of pleasure courses through you, and with whines and moans, you show how desperate you are, the hunger making the meal taste better. After all those weeks missing him, you just want him to fuck you senseless.

His lips are rosy and swollen against yours, mouths clashing; starved of the yearned contact. Truth is, no matter how much you know how to touch yourself, it'll never be the same as having his hard cock tear through your tight folds.

Pedro easily aligns his leaking cock with your uncovered pussy, all while mantaining the kiss. He pushes down on you, your dripping cunt taking all of his rock-hard cock, fingers holding onto the soft brown grey sprinkled locs.

"Pedro" you cry out his name, full of ecstasy as the stretch burns so sweetly. His low grunts only fuel your desire.

You trace with your eyes his body, now bare without the upper part of the costume: his pecs and abs, flexing with every pump. With now free hands, your fingers travel to softly caress his stomach, even if your tits are jiggling and the pace is rather frenetic.

"I miss your tummy" you pout.

"I miss eating too" he whispers out, tiredly. He's reminded of his old age, forgetting about it as soon as you two kiss, because you bring out a stamina he thinks he doesn't have anymore; almost animalistic. His bones creak and adding the tiring filming day under the hot sun, he feels his body start to give up, the orgams closer and closer.

"No matter how you look" you clash your lips onto his, the adoration translating through the smile you press against, a trail of saliva that symbolizes how interwined you are, "you always look so fucking good"

He blushes, feeling like a stupid school boy with a crush. What did he even do to deserve you? Never thought a pretty young wild thing like you would even spare a glance on his way, but now you're taking all of his cock inside with such greed yet loom into his eyes with a love he's only dreamed of.

You're real, and his.

As soon as those words leave your mouth your orgasm spills over him, some of it dripping onto the skirt, making him curse. You can't stop, still meeting his thrusts halfway, despite your trembling body after reaching your high.

"Mierda" he groans against your mouth,

You feel yourself collapsing on top of him, the weight of the jet lag catching up.

"Getting tired, baby?" he coos. "Shit, and I thought I was old"

"You are" you reply back; you can never not have the last word. And he lets you, because, God, doesn't he love you? He pretends to look offended by it, but the way your eyes shine tell him you didn't mean it that way. "You and your white hairs" tracing over his moustache, a soft hand combing through his locks, "These wrinkles... don't you know how much I love them? how much I love you?"

"And you have no idea how much I love you" he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling it coming through. "God, wanna make you mine. Sólo mía" his pace slows. It's coming, and yes, you will take it all. "Wanna make you a baby, mami. Want you to take it all like the good girl you are"

When he comes, filling you with burning hot cum until you feel like you might burst, you're numb. But there's a feeling so content that pools warmth in your chest, that you can't say anything else, resting your head against his bare chest, both covered in sticky sweat.

"No sé cómo voy a explicar esto" he speaks through ragged breathes, and you can only smirk, "a squirted and cummed roman skirt".

"That isn't my problem" he scoffs, and you feel your head rise against the movement, earning a laugh out of you, "I'm not part of the movie"

"You'd sure think so, with the way you walked in here"

You roll your eyes, face hidden against his chest, "can you let that go?"

"You're right" he pulls you closer to him, hand enveloping you behind your bare back. The quiet doesn't bother you as you lie closer to his chest, his heartbeat the only thing you need to be at peace, "I think punishment time is over. Think you've learned your lesson"

"Then, how about we go out? I've heard Malta's beaches are pretty"

"Relájate, cariño. Seems you've gotten your energy back" he quips, then kisses your forehead. "We need to wait for everyone to get out"

"That embarrased you are of me?" you joke.

"No" he can already imagine his fellow cast members making fun of him, starting with Paul and Joseph when they see you and Connie who will totally notice the fun sticky stains on the costume, "but embarrased of the explanation I'll have to give"

[hyperions-light]

Okay so clearly the Lighthouse book club is kind of like movie night except those haven’t been invented yet

But hypothetically

Here’s movie night with the crew

Harding: you know it’s a complete gore fest. Every single Saw movie you’ve ever heard of, plus the ones you haven’t, Hostel, Terrifier, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, etc. you definitely lose some people before the night is over bc it’s just TOO bloody but at least Harding and Taash are having fun. Lucanis and Davrin sit there complaining about how that’s not what it looks like when you draw and quarter someone

Neve: It’s all noirs, murder mysteries and psychological thrillers. Maybe some Blade Runner for diversity. She solves the mystery 5 min into the movie but won’t tell you the answer. Bellara is taking notes on everything and Neve looks over occasionally and nudges her in the right direction. The tragic antagonists make Emmrich sad

Bellara: Think she’d do a little bit of everything? But there’s definitely at least four documentary feature films on wildly variable subjects. She’s going to put on like Planet Earth, and then an Elvhen history one, and then like How It’s Made for some number of hours and then you look up and you’re halfway through the extended edition of Lord of the Rings

Lucanis: oh man. You’re watching Atonement, The Notebook, 50 First Dates, When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle; whatever corny romcom you can think of. And then he’s playing the entire catalogue of Hallmark movies. You thought this movie marathon was only one night? Ha! This guy is mainlining caffeine and hasn’t slept in four days, you’re going to exist in a haze of sleep deprivation interspersed by emotional confession scenes. Have fun

Davrin and Taash: they are teaming up to make you watch the entire Fast and the Furious franchise, all the John Wicks, the Independence Days (I think it has sequels?), the Expendables, the Top Guns, I don’t know any more action movie franchises. Things are going to explode, preferably with a lot blood so that Harding is happy too. When everyone falls asleep Davrin puts on Marley and Me to watch with Assan

Emmrich: Mr Art House Cinema over here. I hope you love reading subtitles because at least 50% of it is in other languages and involves people soliloquizing for three minutes at a time and then staring at barren landscapes forlornly. Also at they’re all preoccupied with death in some way. What was that movie where Daniel Day Lewis was a clothing designer and his wife was poisoning him but he was into it? You watch that. You only watch a movie per week though because you have to have time to think about the artistic merit of each one

*I forgot Bellara would love Mythbusters

+ check reblogs for bonus features

[overtaken-stream]

Sweets Full Of Lies

Sanji x F!Reader

``I think you stole something from me.``

``I stole something?``

This doesn't need a warning, this happens after the drum island and It's just tooth-rotting fluff for me and me only, be grateful I'm sharing my Pookie with all of you😤

The sky is captivating, gleaming, and full of wonder as it overlooks the reflective sea below, each star lit with passion is moving along the calm waves that are dragging behind The Going Marry, gently slanting the ship to its tastes.

The watch tonight is beautiful as the cure for the country's heart dims on the horizon, scattering pink cherry blossoms across the dark and endless ocean, each piece lightens the midnight, giving hue to a brand-new kingdom.

The scenery is getting further yet, the cherry blossoms follow after the ship, leaving no space for a threat too small.

The chilly atmosphere grows distant as the island strays and the crow's nest feels ever desolate in this bitter aftermath. If it wasn't for the subtle footsteps making their way up to your location in this stillness, you would have slacked off.

A nice scent of roasted baby potatoes entices your nose as a pleased sigh leaves you, slacking off indeed.

Crows nest is not made for two people, yet, with intense and swift maneuvers he lets the plates holding the delicious food dangle on his palms, your pupils follow them, until he brings the right one near your face. You spare him and grab the food, digging in with vigor, among the bites you let out a satisfied hum.

``This is delicious Sanji!`` Delicious as always, one can taste the love and passion through the spices and the warmth of the meal.

His voice volume dismisses the late hour of the night.

``Really?! Thank you (Y/N)-chwan~♡`` Sanji sure appreciates compliments from a lady, maybe a little too much. Though you don't mind his swooning, it's certainly fun to see him become overly affectionate and energetic, a considerable change compared to his interactions with the male members of the crew.

``Thank you too, Sanji.``

After you, Sanji turns to his plate, staring into the view that brought the night chill. He doesn't waste any time as he bites into the hot meal. The silence is welcome among the stars, shining bright from the dark horizon. The obscurity brings peace, the comfort of knowing little and needing no more.

The time is but an illusion as the meal on both plates shrinks until it's consumed with no remains left. Calm is not addressed between you two, finding peace in each other's presence in enough, no words are needed.

Binoculars rest on the floor, unused, but no amount of enlargement of distant images could find the reasonable explanation for the bravery brewing as you stare at the side profile of a blond. The soft features and the clean skin mix well with the pink undertones. You know he is handsome.

You're sure most would agree to that statement. Perhaps that's the thought that picks the simple, sweet, and corny line out of your teeth. It pierces the silent atmosphere.

``Sanji.`` You watch as he turns. The dim blue eye answering your curiosity. At first glance, the cook appears yellow or black, depending on the individual. However, you'd say his soul is the color of roses, with shades of light and hot pink mixing with his pale outer layer. Yet, you can hear a green-haired man argue that his inner soul is but a burning red and orange at the back of your mind. The color of blood on the tip of a silver knife he handles with ease.

You find yourself seeing all three views. Sanji is all of them. You don't seem to mind.

You watch that eye blink twice before opening your mouth.

``... I think you stole something from me.`` You find yourself craving that shade of blush that only appears on his face whenever a compliment is given to him by a woman. You want to see the pink blush appear on that ear once more tonight, it would be such a beautiful sight next to the falling cherry blossom petals.

You watch as Sanji takes in what you said. His baby blue lights up with curiosity and focus. He thinks about what he could have stolen as he goes through the memories of today, only to come up blank.

``I stole something...?`` The confusion settles as a smile appears on your face. The man appears oblivious to your deep emotion. The wicked hidden-entertainment. He can not distinguish the extra twist added to your lips.

``I think you stole my heart, Mr. Cook.`` There's a moment of silence that's quite loud, it stretches for a while as you stare at Sanji's widened eyes, you would have compared them to dinner plates if it weren't for the fallen cigarette, that you stomped and made sure to put out. (Can't forget to pick it up later!)

His reaction is not something you've expected. The frozen state as he gazes at you is new. The blank eyes speak of such a shock that you are not sure it could be considered as an emotion, rather a process of doubting oneself, the reality, and the life itself. You're thankful it doesn't last because soon the man you are familiar with, returns.

Sanii who closes his mouth and lets the pink petals land on his head, shining and adorning him with pink light. The blush that arises on his cheeks is shy, the pupil holding a small heart as love colors the iris. Eye round and sunken, Sanji seems small, his body unmoving as he gazes at you. Tongue dripping with romance.

``...I did...?`` You didn't know that a voice could be described as small. It's almost enough to shock you into silence.

Lightly, you bite your lip. You should know better by now.

Your mouth moved. It spoke in a tone you are unfamiliar with, almost like in a trance, addicted to a man much like candy, so sweet and sugar-coated. Your face must be red too, but it can't compare to the flustered Sanji standing in front of you, lighting up in shades more intense.

Cute.

Hopeful, he felt hopeful. The smell of fright coming off of him, is thin.

Shit. You might just devour him tonight.

[kyokikia]

Could I request Sanji x reader who like him in the sense that he is a hopeless romantic. Like the reader is so flirty and clingy, and the moment they meet its love at first sight.

I would do anything for you.

Pairings ; Vinsmoke Sanji × gn!reader

Type, fluff, romantic, love at first sight trope

Warnings, y/n is used a couple times, really really corny

Life recently has been so fun for you, since you joined the straw hat pirates. Even if the way you got asked to join was rather unorthodox, you were nonetheless thankful. When you joined, everyone was so nice, and there was one particular person who caught your eye, way more than the others.

That person turned out to be Vinsmoke Sanji, the cook of the crew. From his personality all the way to the way he cooked, you loved. Ever since you joined, Sanji has been overwhelming you with his chivalrous ways, and you loved every moment. And ever since you joined, Sanji had his eye on you as well, more than he had for any other girl before. The two of you honestly thought it was love at first sight in your own minds.

Sanji was so nice to you, always cooking you good food, always helping you out if you needed something, he always gave you attention and company, and other things. You heard from Nami and Robin that Sanji was also like that to them, but to a much lower degree, and you took that as a sign.

You loved being around Sanji, and you two honestly got extremely close very fast. The both of you were always around each other, and if you weren't, you at least knew where the other was. You loved to watch him cook, the way he was able to perfectly cook the recipe, his down bad personality, his voice and laughter, and most of all, you loved how easily he got flustered.

The times when he tried so hard to fluster you, in all honesty it worked, it got you to blush, but when you would flirt with him back, and he became 10x more flustered than you, were some of your favorite times on the ship so far. You knew the effect you had on him, and you also knew how much he affected you as well.

The hugs you gave him, the slight hand-touching, the smiles all got him so in love with you, and you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. Everyone could see that you both were so madly in love with each other, but for some reason, Sanji couldn't.

He was such a silly and clueless lovesick boy, and you really did try your hardest to make it clear to him that you loved him back, without actually having to say it out loud, but it seemed like he couldn't get the hint.

As of this moment, you were just chilling with Sanji while sitting on the ship deck, conversing with him as you had laid with your head on his lap, a small tint of red on both of your faces, before he tried excusing himself saying, "Love? i have to go cook dinner now" The sound of the pet name was like music to your ears, you often called each other petnames, more often that you called the other by their real name actually.

You didn't want to stop, but you chose to get up from his lap and reply with, "well, can I at least help you?" You watched as his eyes softened, he wanted to spend more time with you as well, but he didn't want you doing any work.

"Mon chéri, you know i don't want you doing any work, why not just bless me with your company, yea?" He answered your question with a soft smile, as you gave him a small pout before agreeing with a, "yea yea" as you both headed for the kitchen.

You watched as he gathered the necessary ingredients for the meal, with you fetching him some of the ingredients as well. You sat in silence as you watched his skillful hands prepare the meal, before you chose to get up and stand beside him, "Sanji?" You called out for him, as he started looking at you in slight suspicion, wondering what you wanted to say as it was probably serious and it wasn't often you said his actual name rather than a petname. He still loved the way his name sounded whenever you called out for him without a pet name, down bad behavior at its finest.

"Yes, mon amour?" He answered back, turning to look at you instead of the uncooked ingredients. You took a deep breath, before quietly declaring,

"You know I love you more than anything else, right?"

As those words rolled off your tongue, his eyes widened, blood rushing to his face, his cheeks turning to a similar yet much more obvious red than your own face. You looked him dead in the eyes, as his mind blanked at the sudden love confession. He knew he gave a lot to you, but he never really got one from you. And it was just some random Sunday.

"You mean that?" He asked lowly, not really believing in this moment. You gave him back a small "mhm" as you smiled at him, watching him register what you just said in disbelief.

"I love you too." Was all he could whisper back, him staring right into your eyes as a really big smile crept up on his face.

You gave him a big hug, with him hugging you back as he really took in your confession, "thank you for loving me back, my dearest Sanji." You whispered to him as you faced him, hands now on his shoulders so you could look at him.

"No no, thank you, love for loving a person like me!" He exclaimed back to you, now that your words fully reached his brain, before he gave you a kiss on the lips, with you quickly kissing him back. Pulling away from the kiss, he softly says to you, "I've loved you, from the start mon chéri!"

You smile even more as he said those words, "I've loved you since we first met as well, Sanji."

Okay so, this one was longer than the last one! I really hope you enjoyed it <3 and I also hope i was able to fulfill the request nicely!! This is really really corny

[fuxuannie]

Hi, so feel free to reject this but your choice of HSR characters with either a little sibling or child they are babysitting for that is like Klee from Genshin Impact.

* pairing(s) : various hsr x gender neutral reader

* prompt : request ♡

* authors note : this was rlly cute as someone with younger cousins!! i hope you like it anon ♡ Chunhua, (Dan Heng's little sister that doesnt exist lol) will be the child in all 3!

DAN HENG is ever so embarassed as he holds onto the hand of a small child that stood next to him, hes hanging his head down low in embarrassment as the little girl with black hair and light blue eyes smiles. "Hi there! Big brother has to take care of me today, because he made a promise to me!"

"You.. have a sister?!" March 7th exclaims in surprise, while Welt and Himiko were already aware of her existence. Stelle shrugs before returning to her game, and you giggle a little. "Hello, everyone. I promise she won't bring too much trouble." He says in a mumble, letting her hand go and she looks over at the unfamiliar faces, before seeing you and her face immediately lights up.

"Pretty!" She runs in your direction, and clings onto you. This leaves you surprised and looking at your boyfriend, "Love?" You say with a chuckle, the little girl looks up at you and bounces a little. "I'm Chunhua! Big brother calls you pretty!" She says with an excited expression, "Shhh! Stop blabbering the first thing you think of!" He hissed, pinching her cheek.

"Oooww! Ow ow-"

"You think I'm pretty?" You say with a teasing tone and Dan heng chuckles. "I always do."

"Please, not infront of Chunhua. You two are corny!" She'll cover her eyes and shake her head. Dan Heng feels an uncontrollable shade of red color his cheeks as you look away and clear your throat. "Aaanyways, yeah.. Dearest, please help me take care of her." He asked of you, and you happily nod and pick her up into your arms. She immediately starts to squish your face, in which you giggle at her little antics.

The entire Express crew couldn't help but either be happy (mostly from Himiko and Welt), throw up (mostly from March.) or wish they had a partner (mostly from Stelle.) as Dan Heng looked at you and was just absolutely lovestruck that you got along with his little sister.

"I knew I made the right choice when I chose you."

"You can watch her for a while, can't you? I have to help Herta with something involving Stelle and a few others.. I have no one else to ask." Dan Heng practically pleads MARCH 7TH, who pities him in whatever evil scheme Herta's planning for whoever is involved. "Fine.."

You notice Dan Hang thanking March 7th whos back is turned to you, something like that between those two was a very rare ocassion. "Oh? Did you get him his favorite dish or something? There's no way that he'll be thanking you for anything.." You say with a little chuckle, but she turns around with who seems to be Dan Heng if he were a petite little girl. You squint a little and she gives you a toothy grin, one you immediately recognized. "Chunhua?" You raised a brow, "Thats me!" She answers with a giggle as March 7th seemed surprised that you boh knew each other.

"I was stuck on babysitting duty once too, I can help out with taking care of her."

All you really needed to do was borrow Peppy from Asta, and handed the small little dog to Chunhua who was entertained for the rest of the hours that Dan Heng was probably suffering in Herta's experiments. You and March 7th only used that free time to talk and talk while watching over the little girl, maybe the time together was enough of a payment after all. (Though truly unintentional on Dan Heng's part)

When GEPARD first boarded the Astral Express, he didn't expect that a small visit turned into a babysitting session. Once again, Dan Heng leaves his little sister with you and an unwilling Gepard as he has to run a few errands in Belabog with March and Caeulus.

"Sorry.. he does that a lot.. it's a little funny." You apologize on Dan Hengs behalf, as Chunhua seems to be staring at the unfamiliar blonde in the room. He's staring back down at her, tilting her head and he imitates the action. She tilts it to the other side, and he follows, making her giggle a little.

You notice the gentle smile in Gepards eyes, lifting her up into his arms and letting her rest there comfortably. "I didn't know you were good with kids?" You say with a surprised chuckle, crossing your arms and leaning on the nearest wall. "I mean.. Serval was older, but we had each other. There are a lot of kids who look up to the Silvermane Guards, you know? Sometimes we have to meet kids and.. they're always sweethearts. Most of the time, at least." He says while patting her back, swaying back and fourth as your heart warms at the idea your boyfriend is loved by children and elderly.

He always had such a big heart, and it was always so clear with how loved he was within the city. And he was good with kids? Truly husband material, you couldn't wait for the day your future would be spent every day with him, and you were reassured that if you ever decided to adopt children.. they'd be in good hands with Gepard.

The sound of him clearing his throat snaps you out of his daze, and you make eye contact with his beautiful eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He asked curiously, but you only shake your head and smile. "Nothing," You walk towards him and place a hand on his shoulder, looking at Chunhua who fell asleep in minutes while in his arms. "Just a little jealous."

He scoffed playfully, rolling his eyes. "You get me everyday, and can't handle not being in my arms for a few hours?"

"Exactly. Hours without you is simply devastating!"

[hunnidmilly]

soap |r.r|

(a/n): ill be honest, i never intended to write anything on this blog. as a college student with a job, a bitch be tired asf. but, writing is my happiness. so is delusion ;). complete inspiration comes from @itjazzbicch and their “Cheiftess” series.

enjoy.

*credit to owner. @romanreigns*

Parings: Dom!Roman Reigns x Black!Female Interviewer

Warnings: enemies to lovers????maybe still enemies. Smut. Lots of Smut. Swearing. Don’t interact if you’re under 18. ion like prison.

*NOT EDITED. SPELLING ERRORS AND MISUSE OF PRESENT/PAST TENSE*

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*takes place in 2021, feud between Roman Reigns vs Kevin Owens.*

It was Friday; Another boring ass Friday. The only difference was that he was here. And today, Jesus was he mad. But that’s just him nowadays anyway. Maybe it was due to the fact of Kevin Owens calling him out repeatedly. If there was one thing Roman Reigns refused to tolerate, it was disrespect. Disrespect to him meant disrespect to his family, his bloodline. Everyone in the arena already knew what he was capable of when he felt his heritage was disrespected. And best believe nobody wanted to engage with those consequences.

Over the last few months, since Roman’s return, he’s had a complete fucking identity change. He came back with a badass attitude, ready to take on anyone who was a threat to him and his family. His ego boost was on 100, with no sight of it coming back down to earth. But between you and your late-night thoughts? His persona, the “Tribal Chief,” had you imaging shit you didn’t even know could be possible. You knew that man could turn and twist you in ways that could be so pleasurable you could forget your name by only thinking about it.

As a backstage interviewer covering for Renee, while she enjoyed the beauty of her pregnancy with her husband, Jon, and you were temporary for now. Still, rumors swirled backstage on whether you’d stay. Stephanie and the other backstage crew mentioned more than once before how they loved how you can get into the superstars' minds during their interview. You gave a talk, unlike other interviewers—who were playing around the bush and being corny. You asked questions that could make them shiver or test their confidence. Or both.

You were on your way to your interview point, to interview Roman. Which you already knew was going to be dreadful. With how he treated Kayla during her interview, you knew he already had multiple insults ready for your questions. Little did he know you had something for his ass had he decided to pull it.

“You’re late.” He growls, readjusting his championship, Paul and Jey behind him

“I’m right on time. I said at 8:30, and it’s currently 8:30.” You smartly answer, taking your mic from one of the production members

“You’re supposed to be here when I’m here. I don’t give a damn about what time it is.” He snarls in your direction, “You have a once in a lifetime opportunity, don’t blow it.”

“I’ll assure you I won’t, Tribal Chief.” You give him a challenging smile

You clear your throat and smooth out the wrinkles in your skirt under his intense gaze at you before looking at the camera.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently here right now with our Smackdown WWE Champi—”

You were cut off as Roman placed his hand over the mic stopping the sound, “No, no, no, baby girl. If you want to introduce me, you’re going to do it right. Paul.” He calls for as he stepped aside for the short stubby man to speak

You roll your eyes as you lean your mic over to Paul—who held a grin on his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, myself, and your lovely interviewer y/n are currently grateful to be in the presence of Head of the table, Smackdown WWE Champion, and ‘your’ Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns.” Paul giddily recites into the mic

“Okay, so Roman, last week you unleashed a brutal attack on Kevin Owens. You believe that you have to make him fear you, but are you starting to think his words are getting into your head?”

Roman lets out a chuckle before turning to Paul and Jey, “You see what I mean now? We give people like her chances in a million, and they blow it on stupid questions. Kevin Owens is irrelevant, just like you’re about to be. Find a better question. Next.”

You kiss your teeth before, letting out an aggravated sigh. With Roman’s new ego boost, you and practically everyone else in the arena wanted to sucker punch him in his face. And you planned to do so on your last day here.

“Do you feel as though, by using Jey as a pawn, you’re allowing yourself to get too comfortable? By using Jey as a backup, you make yourself an easy target to attack. Maybe other superstars think It’ll be easy to use him to make you riled up?” You question with a slight smirk

“Another dumb question. Ever since I took Jey under my wing, he’s been the main event three times in a row. I love my cousin. I’m a provider. I get riled up when I sense disrespect. Disrespect to me is disrespect to my family, my bloodline. Everything my family worked for will only be recognized with respect and decency, not in a silly conversation or this interview. If anybody would like to test that theory of me as a target, they can try; they won’t get too far.” He responds in a healthy, confident tone

“Jey, would you agree? Those people who disrespect your family will be dealt with? Perhaps in the same fashion, he’s dealt with you?”

Strikeout.

You knew that was the easiest way to get to Roman; Through Jey’s head. He also made his blood boil by mentioning the gruesome beating Roman gave to Jey in their matches.

Roman stated multiple times that the beatings Jey endured were well deserved in all aspects. He also hated when Jey answered any questions about it. He knew that by Jey telling his story of their bond, it would be dangerous to take it and misuse the information, making Roman vulnerable.

Roman gave Jey a side glare—silently telling him to choose his words carefully—before turning to Paul with an impatient expression.

“No...you know….” Jey stammers in nervousness, “It takes a lot to understand the pressure my cousin has on his back. He’s a provider to our family. He does what he has to do to take care of the people who matter most to him. People like Kevin Owens, Drew Mcintyre...they threatened that position he has at the table—”

“Do you agree? Roman feels threatened by Kevin Owens and WWE Universal Champion Drew Mcintyre?”

You could see Jey start to shift, meaning he was immensely trying to pick his words before saying anything that could cause Roman’s anger to be retaliated. Again.

“That’s enough for this interview. The Tribal Chief is needed elsewhere.” Paul inserts before moving his hand back and forth over his throat—signaling the production team to cut the cameras

You pop your lips before looking up at Roman’s frustrated brown filled eyes. You notice how his expression softens for almost a second the longer you look at him, “You have some strong confidence, I see. That attitude can get you in some trouble, babygirl.”

“My attitude is wonderful. I’m doing my job, just like you’re doing yours, Roman. The only thing is that I’m not a little bitch, with the urge to belittle everyone because I’m insecure about my potential and qualities.”

Roman gave you a sly smirk that almost makes you want to kick him in his face, “Insecure?” He chuckles devilishly, “That mouth of yours is dangerous. You should close it before I show you how to use it properly.”

He whispers the last part, leaning down to your ear, so Jey and Paul are out of shot, leaving your cheeks flush from embarrassment. Your shift on your feet, shaking your head in amazement.

You were sick of his shit.

You stuck your tongue in the side of your cheek and turned on your heel to walk over to the monitors. You continue watching the rest of the show, occasionally engaging with other superstars who walked by. Your mind continued to lose focus as you thought back to your interview with Roman.

You thought about his body language against you. He consistently sized up and was rigid towards everyone he talked to backstage as if with one wrong move, he’d be ready to bodyslam anybody. But around you, he wasn’t as tense. He was in his natural element; himself. You could see small smirks appearing on his face suggesting he was enjoying getting under your skin.

Roman ended up winning his match against Kevin through Jey handcuffing Kevin to the steel cage. You crack your neck and relax your shoulders. Roman could win a match without Jey or Paul by his side. Of course, that was just his character now. Still, something about seeing how much his dominance shows through his performance and his interactions with everyone else was secretly intriguing to you, how he ditched his vest and began to wrestle shirtless.

He should've been doing this shit when he got out of The Shield with Jon and Colby.

After Smackdown ended, everyone started to clean up. The long drive to the next city was crucial. You’d be driving all night long practically, inside of a small rental car. You could already feel the back cramps, the charlie horses, and the arm strains. You wanted to get your body at least some kind of relaxation before you began the midnight journey, so you head straight to the locker room showers for a hot shower to calm your nerves.

On the way towards the locker rooms, you heard yelling. You turn your head for your eyes to come in direct contact with Roman’s brown ones, completely tensed and filled with rage. You could feel the tension sweating off his muscular body throughout the atmosphere. He was yelling at Jey for interrupting his match when he had it under control. Jey being his current lapdog, he had no choice but to listen to the 6’3 ‘Tribal Chief’.

You swallow harshly under his intense gaze and continue your path to the showers with your luggage in your hand.

You were met with complete silence—thank god.—when you enter the showers. You lock the door behind you and turn the knob to a blazing hot setting. What? Hot showers are good, but blazing hot showers? Even better. Just the feel of your skin under the water steaming off you made your body instantly settle.

You quickly undress from head to toe, cracking your neck to the side. Before you could lift your feet to walk into the shower, you felt a large hand on your lower back shoving you inside, causing you to let out a screech.

The person roughly turns your body to face them, and you come face to face with none other than the Samoan. Nude as the day he was born, with his cock standing at attention against his muscled stomach.

“Ah!” You squeak under his large hand, covering your mouth, with the under holding the arch of your back close to his hard-built and sweaty frame.

“You’ve enjoyed this, haven't you. Were you running around all damn day provoking me? Getting in Jeys head, asking bullshit questions, smart ass remarks, and this tight fucking dress squeezing your body in all the right places? Do you enjoy playing games with me? Why would you play games with me? With your Chief?” He growled close to your face; the showers were now steaming around both your naked bodies.

“Do you enjoy being a little bitch boy? Fucking thinking everyone falls at your beck and call to please you?” His hand on your mouth was lowering as you struggled to get out of his hold on you.

“I don’t think, babygirl. Everyone falls because of who the hell I am! I am the Tribal Chief. I am your Tribal Chief. I am the face of this company, holding it on my back every day. You have no clue what that will ever feel like because you’re too busy running that pretty little smart-ass mouth of yours. Maybe it’s time for me to give you some discipline? For you to acknowledge me?” He pants in a cautious tone

You stop struggling for a moment, letting him pull you closer. You lean up closer to his lips, a mere centimeters away from your lips touching, “Like hell would I ever acknowledge you as anything other than a whiny fucking brat.” You sultrily respond

He lets out a humorless chuckle before responding, “It’s your punishment, babygirl.” With that simple response, he smacks his lips onto yours with force ending any further communication. You kiss him back with just as much roughness.

Your hand slides up to tangle themselves into his long dark black hair, pulling softly. You moan softly as Roman bit down on your lip, gaining entry to your mouth, both your tongues fighting for control.

The control you desperately desired to have.

He let you win for a moment to lower his hands under your ass to lift you around his waist. He takes a handful of your ass, pressing your body into the wall.

“Fuck!” You whine out as he takes a large hand to deliver a smack to your ass.

“You will acknowledge me. Do you understand me? You will fucking respect your Tribal Chiff, or I’m going to make you respect me. Am I clear?” He moans in your ear as your lips latch onto his neck, leaving love bites.

You were so caught up in the clouds of your head, with the thought of him fucking you that you didn’t even think twice about what he said, “Am. I. Clear?” He reiterates each word with a smack to your ass

“You’re such a jackass!” You mewl loudly, feeling him rub his long thick cock between your wet folds; lifting your legs to wrap around his muscular torso

“What was that?”

“I said you’re such a—Fuck, Roman!” You scream as the feeling of him stretching out your pussy to accommodate his cock overtook you to places you haven’t visited in a long time. You were anything but a virgin. But working at WWE had its downsides to finding good dick. Deciding to focus on your career, you decide to pause on sex for a while

Roman gave you a second to get used to the feeling of you being so painfully stretched out around his cock. “You wanna finish that sentence, babygirl?”

You could barely pay attention with his cock slamming in and out of you, already fucking at a furious and rough pace so quickly. Breathing in harshly as he pulls out to split you open on his cock again.

“Don’t stop! Roman, please don’t stop!” You moan, gripping onto his stiff shoulders

“Fuck! Look at you moaning my name like the slut you are. What happened to all that shit you were saying a moment ago?” Roman pants deeply in your ear

“I—Ah!” You squeal as Romans hands grip your thighs, bouncing you up and down his thick cock

“Shit, where am I, baby? Do you feel me in those guts? Deep inside that pretty little pussy? It’s my pussy now. The Tribal Chiefs pussy.” He deeply chuckles into your ear, his cock rubbing over your g-spot at every thrust, letting silent screams come out your mouth “All that bratty ass attitude...talking to me like you’re above me. Giving me nothing but fucking sass. The whole time you’re nothing but a slut for my cock, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in the showers? You’re gonna give me this pussy anytime I fucking want it.”

You let out a loud salacious whine as Roman slowly pulls out. He sets you down on your feet, flipping your body around letting your hard nipples collide with the cold and wet glass wall. He uses his foot to spread your legs apart. Roman slides a hand into your hair, yanking while simultaneously sliding his cock back into you.

“Fuck! You’re so fuck–“ You swallow a silent gasp as you felt him bite down on your shoulder. “You’re so fucking aggravating!”

“I'm aggravating, but who's taking this dick right now? Who’s dripping more than a faucet?” His confidence booms into your ear in a grunt

“Good dick doesn’t stop you from being an asshole.”

“But it makes you satisfied, doesn’t it?” He responds breathlessly before speeding up, cutting off your next reply

You place both your hands on the glass attempting to throw your ass back on him.If he thought he was controlling the situation, you were definity about to show him otherwise, by making him cum first. As breathless pant’s begin to leave his mouth, you feel him lean forward pressing his front against your back. You work hard at the thought of not cumming. Roman’s left hand comes down to rub your clit at a fast pace making that thought…just a thought. You bite down on your lip until the blood drains from it to stop yourself from relishing in the euphoric bliss you knew Roman was about to grant you.

“I can feel you clenching around me. Look at you. Fighting the urge to cum right now. Come on, babygirl. I know you’re good for it, let go. Acknowledge me as your chief. Let me see how fucked out you turn for me.” His voice sends shocks through your spine that leads to your core.

You gasp as your leg turns inwards, you throw your head back mewling to the ceiling for mercy as you finally let your orgasm crest. Not too far behind you; Roman allows his orgasm to follow through deep into your pussy. Primal roar’s coming deep from his chest bounce off the walls.

If anyone else was showering, they're certainly gone now.

With Roman holding your body in a death grip tight to his chest, you allow yourself to take a moment to let the following events settle in your mind. Having sex with Roman wasn’t the problem; it was the what if’s that clouded your already fucked out brain. Sex didn’t change how you felt about him. He was still an entitled brat with no sympathy for anyone. And he was definitely the last person you’d fall in love with.

“I think you should get going. I’m sure your entourage is going to come looking for you soon.” You choke out, attempting to break from his hold.

“They’re fine wherever they're at. They don’t do anything unless I give them the ok for it.” He sighs into your neck leaving kisses behind

Before falling too deep into his trap, you muster up enough strength to remove his arms from your body, “Okay, stop it.”

“Oh c'mon. Are you seriously about to ruin an amazing time here?” He snaps leaning onto the shower wall

“Did you think fucking me was going to make us best friends forever?” You question turning off the shower

“I see it didn’t work too well. You’re still the same old Y/N. Don’t act like this wasn’t the best thing to disturb your night.” He says returning back into his asshole self

“Oh no, trust me. That was amazing. Maybe you can get permission from your Daddy again to come and play again.” You laugh grabbing your body towel to dry yourself off

“Oh we’ll have to see about that. The next time you’re in need of me to make you forget your own name, just call me. I’ll always come running, baby.”

You drop your towel as you bend over with hysteric laughs coming out your mouth, “Oh fucking please. Me? Beg you? I wouldn’t hold my breath on that.”

“We’ll see. You know where to find me.”

[c0s-lettuce]

heart - nikolai lantsov x reader

gender non-specific, reader is grisha (sort of)

a/n: had this idea for a while, so i thought i'd finally finished it. even though season 2 came out a while ago now. thanks for reading! <3

word count: 1323

The sea was calm. The night was peaceful. And the wind meant no squallers were on duty. The deck was a perfectly private place for you to mope.

You are the beloved healer of the Volkvolny. At least you were before you lost your powers, hence the moping.

You had gotten injured. Badly. You barely remember anything from the incident, only that the whole crew took on the joint responsibility of nursing you back to health.

There was irony in that, you thought.

You've been up on your feet for a couple of days now. It didn't take long for you to realise your lack of healing abilities. The crew quickly came to comfort.

"You just need more rest."

"We'll find a way to fix it."

"What matters is you're ok."

Their sentiments were kind. But it didn't stop the unease you felt. You couldn't sleep because of it. So there you stood, leaning over the ship's edge and watching dark waters pass by.

You hear footsteps approaching. You recognise them. Nikolai.

"What are you doing out here?" he asks.

You turn to look at him. You notice the effects of Sturmhond from the day are gone. Tonight, he is simply Prince Nikolai, adorable and dishevelled as he is.

He looks angelic in the moonlight.

You look back at the sea, stopping yourself from staring at him further.

"Just getting some air," you reply.

Nikolai joins you by the side of the ship. "It's freezing out here, love."

"It's not too bad," you say.

A moment of silence passes. You feel Nikolai's gaze on you while yours stays fixed on the water.

"Alright, tell me what's wrong," he says.

You look at Nikolai again. He is indeed looking at you, waiting expectantly.

"Nothing's wrong," you're quick to reply.

"Is this about everything that's happened?"

When you hesitate to answer, he continues. "You know you can tell me anything."

Alright, you think. Nikolai's not going to let you get out of this.

You take a breath. "It's just… everyone here has a purpose. I had one too. And now I don't. So you can imagine how I feel."

A second of silence passes.

"Need I remind you that you almost died?" Nikolai replies.

"Yeah, but I should be better now," you argue.

"You've been through a lot lately. You can't blame yourself for anything that's happened," Nikolai says, "And besides, you are so much more than just your powers."

"How do I know you're not just saying that?"

"I swear to you I'm not," he tells you, "You're gracious and thoughtful, both to me and the crew. And you're the kindest companion anyone could ask for. I really mean it."

You look at him, unsure of what to say. In your silence, Nikolai takes your hand.

"And your powers aren't completely gone," he places your hand over his chest, "You still heal my aching heart."

You're glad the dark somewhat masks your reaction, "That's really corny, Nikolai."

"Yeah, I know," he smiles, "But you love it."

"Well, I suppose you're not wrong," you say, smiling too, "Thanks, Nik."

Nikolai pulls you into a hug. His arms, full of intent, wrap around your shoulders. You reciprocate, finding comfort within.

You know he means everything he has said to you tonight. The way he holds you now proves it.

"You're most welcome, love," he replies.

A few moments pass before you two separate, and you finally notice how cold it is.

"Hey, there's something I want to give you," Nikolai says, "Come back to my room with me?"

"Oh, sure," you say.

Nikolai smiles as he takes your hand and leads you inside. You liked seeing his room. As Sturmhond, he doesn't get to have many possessions, so it's interesting to see what he keeps around.

After much anticipation, he stops at the dresser. "Ok, close your eyes and hold out your hand."

You do as he says, only slightly sceptical of what might await you. A heavy metal object is placed in your hand.

"Alright, now open," Nikolai says.

You open your eyes. A golden compass with intricate patterns and royal blue highlights sits on your palm. The shine it radiates tells you that it's still very new.

"Saints, it's beautiful!" you say, admiring the delicate craftsmanship.

"I was planning to save it for your birthday or something, but I don't want to wait any longer," Nikolai tells you.

"I'm glad you don't. Where did you get it from?"

"I saw it at the markets the other day. It reminded me of you, so I knew I had to get it."

You laugh, "That's two for two on corniess, Nikolai."

"I'm sorry, I can't help myself," he smiles.

"Well, thank you, it's lovely."

"Maybe I could get a kiss in return?" He faces his cheek towards you.

He really is adorable, you think. Without much deliberation, you step towards him, turn his head to face you and kiss him on the lips.

It's heaven.

You're unsure how much time passes before you realise what you are doing.

You pull away. Nikolai's smiling.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," you're quick to say.

"No need to apologise," he says.

You take a second to evaluate. Nikolai's arms are around your waist. And you definitely remember him kissing you back.

"So," he continues, "Does this mean you like the compass?"

You laugh, "Yes. Yes, I love it. Thank you."

"It's my pleasure," he says.

The two of you stand for a moment longer before you take a small step back. You notice Nikolai doesn't loosen his grip around you.

"I should probably head back to my bunk," you say.

Nikolai's expression falters.

You're about to ask him what's wrong until he asks you, "Would you maybe like to spend the night here?"

You're slightly taken aback. "Oh, are you sure?"

"Only if you'd like to," he smiles sheepishly, "But yeah, I'd appreciate the company."

You smile. "You know what, the company does sounds nice."

Nikolai breathes a sigh of relief. "Ok, great. Make yourself at home, alright?"

"Sure," you smile.

Nikolai finally lets you go, and you both get ready to sleep. You walk to the bed and place your new compass on the side table.

You've shared beds with Nikolai before. They were usually during expeditions where there wasn't much of a choice. Even so, it would never be awkward or uncomfortable. You always took that as a good sign.

Tonight, as always, it didn't take long for the two of you to get comfortable. The effects of the cold night can no longer be felt. Now, it's just you and Nikolai.

As the two of you lay side by side, you say, "You know, Tolya's been watching me like a hawk. If he sees my bunk empty in the morning, he'll freak out."

"He's a big boy. He can handle it," Nikolai replies.

"Are you sure about that?" you ask.

"Well, no. But we can deal with it tomorrow," Nikolai says.

Tomorrow. The idea of tomorrow unsettles you. You're suddenly reminded of all that upset you earlier. Nikolai notices your silence after a while.

"Hey, come here," he says.

He opens his arms to you. It's an invitation you accept instantly. You relax into him as he embraces you once again.

"Everything will be ok. I promise," Nikolai tells you.

"I believe you," you say.

"Good. I need you to know you mean the world to me. No matter what happens. Alright?"

"If you say so."

"I'll say it a million more times if I must."

"Thank you, Nik. But if you say one more corny thing, I just might explode."

Nikolai laughs, "Alright, I'll stop. Let's get some sleep then. To prepare for Tolya."

"Yes, that's a good idea," you say.

You bury yourself further into Nikolai as he holds you tighter.

"Goodnight, my love," Nikolai says.

"Goodnight, my prince," you reply.

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Disgrace Chapter 6 : Crosshair x F!OC

Where is the man Tah'nyem had come to know? Reserved, cautious, definitely not one to take risks... well there was that one time... and then... well... Regardless. Despite the ensuing chaos, she's told him to do as he likes and he has every intention of showing her exactly how he likes it.

Chapter Specific Warnings: Canon type Violence (Blaster fire, blood, strikes) stampede, attempted SA, a variety of kisses, light bondage, oral (m receiving), deep throat, inappropriate use of tools, car sex(?) overstimulation, forced orgasm, orgasm countdown, piv (unprotected) w/cπ, breeding press.

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Authors note: Off to the races! and other such corny lines. I got this done in time for Kinktober AND my deadline! Woo!

Word Count: 10,500

Dynamic: Princess x Guard, Speed running Co-dependancy, A Mangy Cat and his Aggressive little Chihuahua. She's a damsel, she's in distress- she can handle it.

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Chapter 6 -Madly

We debated staying in the box but the reality of being cornered with a several story dive onto an active raceway as the sole escape was only an attractive idea to one of us. There was time before Bly would be able to traverse the roundabout path from the opposite side of the track, though not a lot. I brought up the map of the casino compound while we figured out our next move. 

“Bly'd have goons looking for me anyways once he figured I was here, but after that little display, you he might actually want dead… fun part, killing him in turn would be a major political incident,”

“So we find somewhere to hide for the next,”

He tapped the pad to check the time again. 

“Two hours,”

Was that really all?

“Maybe we could catch a holofilm… as long as no one sees us slip in.”

I pointed to the holoplex in the west wing, not too far from the stadium.

“Let's stay in the arena, go down to the general seating and keep moving,”

“The day's races will be wrapped in an hour, where do we have to be to meet our connection?”

“The track loading bays,”

“It'll take a while for the crowd to filter out… sounds like a plan,”

I closed the map and made for the door, but hands pulled me back from the panel, turning me into another kiss, slow, firm, a delay in pulling away. 

“I'm glad he saw,”

“Mm, Let's see how long that sentiment sticks,”

But I smiled as I turned. I've never seen someone turn the shade Bly had. The memory was almost worth whatever issues it might cause.

~~~

We settled on the top panel of complimentary seating five floors down from the balcony. The rows were crowded as we navigated the smaller stairs between the benches. 

I rolled my eyes at Cross's suggestion to share a seat and picked out a spot middle left where we could both fit. Side by side. I was curious about this sudden cavalier attitude and lack of caution. 

Did someone spike the drink I gave him?

I pulled my hood lower as the familiar buzz of a droid flew overhead, cursing Jar'ath's name again. 

The man next to me was relaxed, watching a brutal collision on the holoscreens, the resulting explosion blooming hot in the distance to thunderous applause. The pods pit crews were running to retrieve the cockpits. 

“Did they survive that?”

He was watching the crews pry open the ejected compartments. 

“Likely… not without injury, but people don't die in these races like they used to. Ejectors and inertia dampeners became regulation,”

Plus other safety features that made getting a pod up to code very expensive. It was no wonder Riot Racing was finding an audience, but that was the natural progression of any sport. 

“If you want to see the hardcore stuff you’ll have to tune into the Safa Toma races starting off the underground in a few months,”

He didn't answer and I turned to find his attention elsewhere entirely. 

“What's up?”

“Security, on the steps, three paces back,”

I glanced without turning, catching a tall shadow looming over the stairs. 

“What about him?”

“Suits nicer than the staff downstairs, I think he's one of Bly’s boys,”

“That didn't take long,”

There wasn't a way to get up and slip out without drawing attention. 

“Maybe he'll just, gloss over us and leave,”

“Maybe,”

But he had slid his left hand between my legs to squeeze my thigh, making me jerk on the bench.

“Hey! The varp are you doing? Are you looking for a fight?”

“Maybe.”

This time it was purred into my ear as I was lifted to stand and ushered back into the aisle. The figure had already started moving towards us. We could get to the dark alcove marking the exit but we've been made. There could already be back up on the way. 

Swifty up the steps and into the shadows. The through traffic was light now that the race had begun and once we were around the corner we were relatively alone. 

Crosshair pulled us to a stop and pushed me against the wall behind him, waiting. 

The security guard rounded the corner at a casual pace… Cross pressed his side arm into the man’s ribs as he came into view, squeezing the trigger before he was even noticed. The bodyguard was down, and we stepped over him to hurry in the other direction. 

Down two flights of stairs into a busier hall and back out into the rows of spectators. There was only standing room here, and we pushed ahead to be closer to the track. 

As we hit the barrier, the pods zoomed by with a high, metallic whine and a gust that made my hair fly into my eyes. I turned away to try and straighten it, catching Crosshair craning his neck to look at the balconies above. 

“Looking for something?”

“I was hoping for a line of sight where we were, but the boxes are more steeply oriented than I thought,”

“Trying to see if more showed up?”

“If they did and I could see we could take care of this quickly,”

“Not sure that much blaster fire would go unnoticed…”

One or two shots maybe… guess you could do that though couldn't you?

I scanned the crowd around us but couldn't see any more fancy suits so I let myself relax a little, aiming my attention back to the other side of the track. 

The stands across the way were elevated over an open middle section allowing a view of the horizon. Trailing lights against the dark backdrop gave away the pods darting through wilder bends away from the cheering onlookers. 

Below the panoramic view, a wide area of standing room, also flooded with people. 

Half of Nohct City must be here tonight…

A glint caught my eye in the crowd. There were glitters and flashes everywhere, but this one sent a chill through me, like I had just met eyes with someone I couldn't actually see. 

“Cross… somethings down there…”

He caught the timid tone and pulled me against him, following my gaze to the lower levels, scanning quickly. 

“Shyte,”

His hand went to the back of my neck, pushing my head down, kneeling us below the barrier. I felt dust and small debris rain down on me. 

“What the kriff?”

“That's not one of Bly’s security… looks like we have two problems,”

Did someone just shoot at me?!

The tourists around us were mumbling excitedly, thinking the sharp crack to the divider wall was somehow part of the show. We were stuck in a sea of people, unable to tell where the pursuers were behind us and a new player training their sights on our current position. Stuck. 

“We have to try to move, stay as low as possible, use the crowd to hide yourself,”

“What if they get caught in the crossfire?”

“That's not my problem,”

He shifted me to move, tucking me to the inside of the aisle as we squeezed behind a group of tourists leaning dangerously far over the rim. 

We shuffled carefully, moving back up the way we came in a zigzag, shifting with the moving crowd to keep bodies between us and the open side of the stadium. 

I could still see the rim of the large, lower viewing area, which erupted in raised hands as the pods passed through the channel of the arena once more. 

It wasn't heard, but the first sign was a smell of burnt flesh. A man that had been standing in front of me as I moved up another few steps crumpled, crying out at the blaster wound suddenly smoking through his shoulder. 

There was a ripple of silence as heads turned to the fallen man. 

It started slower than you would expect. The audience members closest to the scene were the first to turn, wedging themselves hard between Crosshair and I as they rushed the stairs. Others forwent the stair aisles and simply started to hop up and over the stadium benches. 

I whipped my arm out to snag Cross’s outreached one as I was dragged by the sudden surge of people that began to flow between us. His hold on my wrist was strong but I was still being jostled and at this rate, might fall and halve my chances of getting out of here. 

“Wait for me!”

He had to shout to be heard over the din, and had more to say, but time had run out. I nodded and we let go, allowing me to turn into the current with better control. 

I tried not to worry at the new blaster fire opening up behind me, focusing more on keeping my footing, half carried by the throngs of panicked tourists. 

The pack was moving illogically, continuing upwards and past the turn offs that would lead back to the inner corridors. I fought the current, getting tangled and shoved as I tried to angle myself into a path out of the stadium. 

Screams were confused with cheering as a pod lost control and slammed into the barrier wall just under the commotion, causing a plume of flames to cast the sickening scene into a flickering show of obscene shadow puppets. Our section was in complete disarray and the occupants of the private boxes suspended above leaned over to better observe the spectacle. 

I couldn't see Crosshair. Couldn't even tell exactly where the blaster fire was coming from, if it was him or not, and then visual was cut completely as the throng pushed me into the exit tunnel and out into the wide hall overlooking the Casino. 

The crowd broke and scattered allowing room to breathe finally. I backtracked to a wall near the exit, security was rushing to the area and I was suddenly hoping Cross hadn't actually started to return fire. 

A few of the suits began to coralle guests into composure while another set slipped easily through the stampede and into the stadium. 

“Miss, if you would come with us,”

A pair had sidled up to me while I was scanning faces for the token tattoo. 

“I'm fine, really, just separated from my escort,”

I tried brushing them off, not turning to address them. One stepped in too close for comfort causing me to tense. The telltale press of a blaster in my side warned me too late of my mistake. These weren't casino security. 

I jerked my arm away from the fingers attempting to close around it. 

“Go ahead and shoot me,”

I snarled, but the big men only chuckled as they snatched at me, getting a hold of an arm and my neck. They shifted my struggling form between them, making a more discreet profile as they carted me off. Not that anyone in the confusion was paying any mind. 

“Let go!” 

My screeching barely broke the din, left helpless and fluttering like a bird in the stoney hands holding me firm. 

A well dressed pair of Muun chuckled as they caught my struggle. They probably thought I was a drunk being detained, observing with amusement as I was dragged into a roped off bar. 

The noise of the casino hall grew muffled as I was pushed past tables stacked with chairs, up a stylish set of metal stairs to a raised platform overlooking the silent dance floor.

The lights were off, but the whole club flickered in a harsh blue cast from floor to ceiling tanks lining the walls. Colorful fish the same size as myself swam lazily behind the glass casting eerie shadows in the already inconsistent glow. 

I was dumped on the floor by a darkened booth in the corner, table pulled away, leaving it open to the wide, suspended floor. A flashy shirt sat silhouetted by one of the large tanks, legs crossed, and a look of controlled fury across familiar, handsome features. 

“Lady Ra,”

“Duhanis…”

He stiffened at my omission of the adopted honorifics, 

“That was… humiliating… Are you proud of yourself? Did you make your point?”

“This might come as a shock, Bly’ju, but not everything’s about you,”

“Hmm, so you didn't put your little friend up to that? That vulgar display, you in the arms of that…”

His words cut off as anger made his jaw clench. He stood up, prowling towards me with a dangerous air. 

“Your behavior is unacceptable as one of my intendeds. What’s next little Can’gulia? Spreading your thighs for Clones and Katjarls ?”

I stiffened, Crosshair passed as natborn to the unskilled observer so of course Bly'ju missed it. A wicked smirk broke through my practiced gray expression.  

“Already there Bly’ju… or did you not notice my escort is cloned? Should I describe what those Kaminoan enhancements can do?”

Even if they do marry me to you, you won't own me Bly. I'll kriff who I want. 

His face darkened in a momentary rage that he repressed with a determined clench of his jaw. 

“…I've been asking politely, Tah’nyem, but what's the point when you'll just give yourself away to anyone?”

I didn't ever like his tone, but he was rubbing my nerves raw today. I sneered, making my contempt more than known,

“Oh no, Not anyone… just anyone but you,”

I spat in his face.

The backhand was expected, an angry strike was a telegraphed one, and I rolled with it, minimizing the sting. I wouldn't be able to take many of those though, and flexed my jaw to work the burning out faster. This bantha brain wasn't gonna get the satisfaction of seeing me scared. I forced a dry laugh,

“I see we've improved that temper,”

He looked down at me coldly, loosening the buttons at his wrists. 

“You should be grateful li’ha, a half-blooded off worlder like you still holds my attention, your Vah'hadarr, I'm sorry, the governor, will give in eventually, but perhaps it's time I forced his hand…Hold her down.”

I tried to dive away, scrabbling under a table but hands were already closing on my ankles, dragging me out and back to the open floor. I shrieked in fury as I was pinned, kicking out frantically to make a connection with any part of my assailants. A few soft grunts was all I managed to elicit as my arms were easily restrained. 

Bly stood over me, an ugly expression painted over him as he made for my hips. I aimed a kick at his knee caps which was caught with a cold laugh.

“This was always inevitable li’ha, I'm just done being nice, this was the last kriffing provocation,”

I yanked my foot in an attempt to break his hold, instead, pulling my leg free of the loose, old boot. Bly stumbled slightly as the tension released, letting his guard down. My heel connected with his groin next and this time I was rewarded with a bellowing howl of pain. 

“Idiots, get her legs,”

He was wheezing, his tall form hunched and… wide? 

His shadowy silhouette seemed to double in size… It took me a moment to register through the horrid adrenaline that a figure had materialized behind Bly, erupting from his shadow,

Crack

Bly's head snapped to the side as a fist hooked into his jaw. Before he could react, Crosshair aimed another swing to land with a wet crunch into his nose, sending him backwards to sprawl on the club carpet. Blaster fire, and the security holding me down fell limp. 

I struggled up, angrily stumbling to the disheveled suit gurgling on the floor and ground my heel against the man's crotch, crushing the family jewels and ripping an undignified squeal from the battered Bly. 

“You sick Kark!”

Swinging my leg back in a swift kick for good measure, I jumped when gentle hands slid about my upper arms, pulling me back. 

“You okay?”

No.

“...I'm fine, we should go.”

Forcing the adrenaline making me shake away, I picked up my boot and made towards the stairs.

“You want to give him another kick?”

I looked back at Cross who gestured invitingly to the whimpering form of Bly on the ground. 

…

“Yeah…”

I slowly put the old boot back on and circled the large, quivering shyte stain of a man, surveying the available surfaces before giving him a hard, firm kick right to the ass. I wanted to go for the gut but the coward had curled up in fetal position. Blood was pouring from his nose which was crooked from the hard strike Cross had delivered. It was the best he had ever looked. 

“Better?”

“A little,”

He pulled me to him, cradling me as I stared down at the bloody mess. Stroking my hair and arms, but I was antsy to get out of here.

“We should go,”

“Soon,”

His answer had an odd tone to it. I stepped out from his hold but was spun back, lifted to be held against his armored chest plate. 

“Kiss me,”

“Now?”

He just squeezed me, eyes filled with a playful peevishness. 

This man’s insane, isn't he?

I pressed my lips to his, evoking a happy little groan deep in his throat as I played along. I thought I might be going a bit insane too, something new alighting within me at his possessive display. 

A gurgling, frustrated growl came from the man on the floor as he struggled to find his feet. Cross answered by squeezing my ass in an exaggerated way before setting me down again. 

Bly had finally managed to stand but before he had a chance to move or speak a blaster pulse hit him square between the eyes. 

“Crosshair!”

“Relax, he's stunned,”

“Oh…”

I had forgotten military weapons could do that  and turned to the security out on the floor. They didn't seem to be breathing. 

“Those ones are dead,”

“Ah… good…”

He chuckled, leaning to brush his lips lightly across mine. It was quiet now, and as much as I wanted to revel in the daring rescue I could once again hear the distant voices of the crowded walkways. 

“What happened out there?”

He sighed, standing straight again and turning to look off where my attention had been pulled. 

“Management seems to be working wonders in crowd control. No ones too concerned about blasters going off during the races… I didn't get the gunman though,”

“You missed?”

“No, just… once one person started shooting others joined in, I couldn't get a fix on the original, so they're still out there,”

“Sounds like a podrace… how much time do we have,”

“45 minutes,”

It would take some time to get to the loading area of the track from here.

“We should grab lunch,”

I picked up my bag from where it had been cast aside unnoticed and pulled up the holomap. I was half joking but my stomach perked up at the thought of food. 

“You think there's time,”

He moved closer to me again, fingers playing lightly over my shoulder, the touch was casual, but was becoming constant. Perhaps blanket permission was a bit hasty, I didn't account on him being so… handsy. 

“No, but I'm hungry, One of these quick stands should do, The staginging area is just past this pavilion, We’ll snag something we can walk with,”

He nodded, and grabbed a napkin off the bar, cleaning the blood off of his knuckles before taking the bag off my shoulder. I put my hood up and followed his lead, leaving the mess where it was. 

~~~

We only got lost once on our way to the shopping pavilion that stretched in all directions once you decended into the underground cavern of the spiralling complex. 

As soon as we entered the wide entrance plaza, a family of Toydarian tourists tried to stop us for pictures. They were under the mistaken impression we were a celebrity couple,  apparently recognizing us from the holoscreen display. It took a moment to untangle ourselves, letting them snap a few quick shots to keep from making a scene, before being allowed into the marketplace proper.

An internal fountain sat at the center of the forked halls, the bubbling liquid changing hues from a brilliant sea green to turquoise and back. Projections of little figures made of light danced across the surface, performing complicated acrobatics and romantic plays. Younglings delightedly tried to grab at the shimmering sprites as they splashed in the vibrant pool vaguely unattended by the tired and distracted adults around them. 

Sound echoed off the hollow stone roof filled with whispy artificial clouds painting a false pastel sky shimmering against the ceiling. 

I checked a posted stand marking our location and gestured for Cross to follow me to the left passage. As I turned away I felt him take my hand, falling in stride next to me. 

“What are you doing?”

“If they think we're a couple wouldn't it be strange to just trail around after you?”

“That was one group of tourists…”

“Was it now?”

Something in his tone had me scanning the crowd. 

Ah, varp…

The occasional group was casting glances at us, whispering behind their hands excitedly. More than a few. 

“Well that's definitely not good,”

He chuckled, leaning in to whisper,

“Just play the part.”

“We should duck into the service tunnels, there's still a shooter out here somewhere,”

“Easier if they come to me,”

“Careful now, almost sounds like you're using  me as bait,”

He wrapped an arm around my waist and ushered me along the hall past storefronts with dazling displays of poor taste and kitch. 

“Best bait around, besides, you're hungry, right?”

Kark it. I can chew the scenery.

I leaned into him, pressing against his side suggestively.

“Something sweet, okay?”

I set my stride to something more confident suiting a debutante flaunting her affair. Heads definitely turned to watch us make our way, more than just the giddy whispers from before. It was wonderous what a change of posture could do when it came to commanding attention. 

You better know what you're doing, Cross…

My pace faltered as we passed in front of a clothing store, high fashion displayed in minimal stands. I glanced down at my tailored clothes, or rather, my father's tailored clothes. 

“I need to make a stop…”

~~~

We reached the alcoved pavilion in swaggerish stride, a small bag with clothes that would actually fit me hanging off my arm. Semi permanent food stalls lined the walls and a few snack carts were littered throughout the large, circular room between hundreds of scattered cafe tables. The noise was almost unbearable, voices bouncing off the domed ceiling, the clatter of cutlery, and the occasional babbling infant. 

Cross was already dragging me to a cart near a service entrance. It was a practical choice, the loading dock was a short ways through those doors. 

I looked over the pastries on display, flakey rolled crust with caramelized spices sprinkling the tops. 

“Sweet enough?”

“Mhmm, it looks good,”

We stepped into the short line, Cross keeping me close with a hand at my back. He was standing casually but I could see his eyes systematically checking our surroundings. We were vulnerable while standing still and I silently urged the couple ahead of us to hurry the kark up. 

I took the time to really look at the room. Pillars divided the wall, disguising projection systems that were casting the illusion of being outside. It looked like the holo images were of Naboo with it's waterfalls and old, elegant architecture. As I watched the images faded, replaced with new scenery; as if we were overlooking Coruscant under the sparkling lights of night. 

I looked over the planet I had lived half my life. The projections had a convincing amount of depth to them and I wondered if the feeds were live. This particular section of skyline looked familiar…

If that gold glow over there is the memorial…

I turned slowly, scanning the horizon till I saw the obvious red streak staining the sky in the distance and tapped my companion’s side. 

“Cross, you see that over there?”

It took him a second to refocus and realize what he was looking at. 

“Is this supposed to be Coruscant?”

“It is, but you see that tall tower off in the distance… the red one?”

“Yes,”

“That's The Red Spire, the club at the top is called The Red Crown… it's where you can find me,”

His eyes narrowed, memorizing the point and landmarks. Coruscant was a massive place after all. The eagerness of it was charming me and I leaned against his chest just in time for the couple in front of us to move. 

I stepped up and motioned for two orders from the attendant, turning to relax against the pick up counter. Crosshair leaned over me, keeping his body mostly turned to the room. 

“You live at the club?”

“No… I live where you picked me up, you won't find me there though, I usually stay at Kahtzi’s in The Spire, No one looks for me there…”

“But you want me to?”

“Sure… if you don't die in some gruesome way or another,”

He made an amused tone, but his eyes went distant, then flicked back to the smear of red in the far off projected sky before it shimmered out of focus again, casting a new illusion of a distant land. 

“And Kahtzi, she's gonna… fight me?”

“Hm?”

“Jar'ath… he said she'd want a piece of me,”

I choked on the guffaw that tried to escape me.

“Oh, oh no li’nen, she'll wanna kriff you,”

He looked stunned. 

“Because… you like me?”

“Mm, it's a twisted kind of protectiveness, wants to make sure I'm not being too nice and faking it to spare your feelings or… something,”

He raised an eyebrow trying to process this… complication?

“I don't really get it either, I think she wants to give the guy I end up with pointers or something,”

“You and yours are… strange.”

“Welcome to Strange, here I thought you were a resident yourself,”

That earned a chuckle, and it seemed like processing my ‘strangeness’ was put on a back burner. 

I was handed our snacks, two spice rolls in each little paper tray, and put Cross’s next to his hand on the bar before taking a bite of my own. The flaking crust dissolved with whatever fat they used to make the layers, the spices salty and slightly acidic, all rounded off with a sweet cream filling. 

It was divine and I moaned deep in my chest in delight, closing my eyes as I savored the dessert. 

I had taken another bite before the feeling of being watched became apparent and turned to look at the man looming over me. He was once again stern with intensity. I struggled to swallow the over zealous chunk of pastry, wiping the bit of cream that had landed on my chin and licking it from my finger.

“What? You see the guy?”

He leaned down, growling in my ear,

“You didn't make noises like that when I was inside of you,”

The sudden plain vulgarity sent a heat through me, crashing to my core. My guard had been down and I could feel my cheeks flush, my eyes glazing over with sudden need… his voice was husky,

“What do I have to do, to make you sound that satisfied?”

I couldn't answer, his whole demeanor had changed. The kisses had been playful, daring, and charged with mischief… but this was a possessive lust tinged with a bit of hurt pride. He leaned in closer so that his breath tickled my neck, his lips brushing my ear. 

“I don't plan on holding back with you…”

“Ooh, you better not…”

…

A child let out a high pitched scream, snapping us back to reality. We separated partially, and I finished the sweet I had been working on while Cross picked up the first of his. He took a bite and made a similar noise to my groan of pleasure, eyebrows raising at the mix of flavors. 

“Good, right?”

I chuckled, and he went back to scanning the crowd. 

“Let's move,”

He said suddenly, picking up our paper cartons and quickly shifting me to the other side of the stand, weaving us towards the service doors. 

I casually glanced over my shoulder and caught what had spooked him. A slight figure, dressed plainly for the tourist crowd, walking swiftly in a little too straight a line in our direction. 

Show time.

I picked up the pace to be even with Cross as we got closer to the double doors that would lead to a wide tunnel for staff and deliveries. 

We didn't look back as we pushed through, the heavy doors hissing on their hydraulics, shuffling quickly passed workers who turned their heads questioningly as we went by.

“You got a plan?”

“Working on it,”

We had looked over the public blueprints of the back halls. Most things weren't listed but the outlines of rooms had to be shown for emergency purposes. There would be a few turn offs before we reached the side entrance to the loading docks. 

“We need to get rid of them before meeting our connection, for now, act normal like we don't know they're there,”

I quickly ate my remaining pastry roll, somewhat skipping along to keep up with Cross’s long stride. He kept his arm around me though, squeezing me occasionally to his side and leaning to give my temple little pecks as we walked. I could feel him scanning behind us whenever he did. 

“Alright, we'll end this quickly,”

He gave my ass a squeeze as we passed the last few employees, backing me against a door alcove, leaning in as if to kiss me. Instead he whispered,

“Once we're through get on my back, and hurry,”

I nodded and he pressed the panel opening the door behind me.

 As soon as it shut he knelt, and I climbed on, crushing my bag between his back and my front. The charging pack concealed under his cloak pressed into me uncomfortably but there wasn't much time to adjust as I wrapped my legs around his hips. 

“Can you hold on?”

“Easy,”

He nodded and after sizing up the gap in the hall, put one foot on the wall, braced himself and then the other foot on the opposite. We climbed carefully like this, upwards like a spider, till we were nestled into the space above the door. He found foot holds on the framed doors, and leaned against me in the ceiling corner. 

“Hold. Very. Still.”

I didn't move as he carefully braced against me, taking his hands off the walls and drawing his side arm, aiming it below us. 

A few, shaking breaths, and the door swished open. The slight figure from before stepped into the narrow connector hall, carefully sweeping and seeing nothing. Cross squeezed the trigger, and they were down without even a whimper. 

“Brace yourself,”

Crosshair let go of the footholds and we dropped to the floor. He stumbled a little from the uneven weight but we landed sound and I was put down again. 

The assassin's pockets were turned out; nothing but a small data stick and their petite blaster in a leather holster. 

“Here,”

He undid the belt and handed me the small gun.

“I’m not sure I should… not exactly trained like you,”

“Take it, next time someone grabs you just shoot them, it's not like it's hard,”

In today's headlines, Elite Sniper, shot in back of head after too much sass…

Eyes narrow, I took the belt and drew the gun, gripping the small handle, feeling the weight of the little pistol. It felt nice… right. 

Crosshair had hit the projection on the data stick, the file inside was simple. A list of names. 

Lieutenant Jerimnah Hervos - Confirmed Petty Officer Kuregt Talosi - Confirmed Aviation Specialist Kerna Holotsa - Confirmed Petty Officer Suito Jurlois - Confirmed Comms Specialist Gurino Frasolti - Confirmed Clone Commander CT-9904 - Unknown  Comms Specialist Hailla Jua - Confirmed  Nav Specialist Tai Kinu - Confirmed  Civilian Tah’nyem Ra - Unknown

“What is that?”

Kerna’s name was on it, and mine, but Crosshair's was the only clone code on the list… it couldn't be a complete ships dossier. 

As I watched, the status by our names switched from ‘Unknown’ to ‘Active.’

“I don't know…”

I wasn't sure he was telling the truth.

“Let's hope we don't have to find out,”

He pocketed the data stick, and before I could blink my back was pressed against the wall, hands in my hair pulling my head backwards as my lips were roughly claimed by the tall figure pressing against me. 

He lifted me slightly, pinning my hips with his to grind his codpiece between my legs. The hard metal hurt in a delicious way and I groaned as the embers from earlier were breathed into new life with my desperate gasping against his lips. 

Hands slid over my breasts, the silk of the fabric transferring the heat from him to feel more distinct than if it was direct contact. 

I let out a little whine when he pulled away, his raspy voice coming to me as a pant,

“Soon… soon,”

He nuzzled my hair as I slid back down to standing. I didn't want to wait, waiting was making me… irrational; Reaching for his belt, sliding fingers around the edge of the codpiece, feeling how tight the fabric underneath had gotten. 

He found my lips again, unhooking my fingers from his armor. 

“Soon, we have to go,”

~~~

We casually slipped into the loading dock, passing droids operating sparking tools. The wrecked pods were in the middle of a wide track running the length of the hangar style structure being loaded into a larger towing barge. There were hundreds of participants, and they scattered about sorting out their pods and dock numbers. 

“What do we do now?”

“Loading dock 54, we're meeting the captain of team 88,”

I scanned the bays. Luckily the entrance we used dropped us in the middle of the docks, we were already in the fifties. 

“Wait!”

I let out a delighted little squeal and pranced over to the pod parked at dock 54, throwing myself over its shiny yellow nose.

“Hey baby, did you miss me?”

Crosshair was slowly tailing after me, puzzled by my draped form over the racing vessel. I felt silly not noticing, but a lot had been happening since the race started. 

“Cross, meet my baby, Cowardly Jyck,”

“It's yours?”

“Mhmm, I'm not allowed to pilot it… obviously, but it’s mine, I own the team,”

Well, my father does, and manages it. Explains why they didn't bother to send anyone for me, we were already here. 

“Why would you name a racer ‘cowardly?’”

“Mm, it's fitted for defensive piloting,”

I stroked the paint job, noticing a large gash in the black and yellow stripes on the back hull. 

“Oh baby, what'd they do to you?”

“Oi, ger’off me pod, woman!”

I sighed, sitting up to straddle the vehicle. 

“Hello Sevill,”

The small woman looked up at me. 

“T… I sai’ geroff,”

“You know damn well it's my pod,”

“Like varp, I'm d’pilot,”

I gyrated my hips against the hood of the pod sticking my tongue out, causing Sevill to roll her massive eyes. 

“Ya finna ruin d’paint job,”

“Looks like you already did,”

Crosshair cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows in amusement, but also pointedly glancing at the living mechanics who stopped working to stare in our direction. 

I slipped off the pod. 

“An who's dis, den?”

Sevill stepped back so she could see more than Cross’s codpiece. 

“Don't you recognize T’s scandalous new squeeze?”

A Ga'haiian I recognized had approached after Sevill. 

“An ‘ow I'm s’posed ta do dat, den?

“You're telling me you kept your eyes on the track the whole time?”

She pointedly cocked her head at the gash in the side of the pod. 

“Dunny' see what dat's got to do wit it…” 

Sevill grumbled, but stepped away to start working on strapping the pod's engines into the loading flat. 

“How've you been Ger’nahei?”

“Not as good as you apparently, your team places top ten and you've got yourself a new toy,”

She was pacing about Cross, scanning down his sleek armor. To the Clone’s credit, he seemed to be getting used to my peer’s lack of boundaries and base level respect. It was amusing seeing how small he looked next to Ger’nahei, who stood a full head over him. 

Being full blooded Ga'haiian, her skin was slightly darker than mine, her hair pure white and tied into braids that pulled the silvery strands away from her face. Her frame was built to handle the strenuous life of being on the move with tons of mechanical equipment in tow. She was the Captain of team Yellow Jyck, and I gave her a big hug around her middle. 

“If I knew you guys were racing today I would have come down here sooner,”

“Well, as we established, you had your… distractions, besides, your Vah'hadarr has never been very specific, wouldn't be the first time he left out important details,”

“Mm, it's like he thinks no one will actually have to use his contingencies…”

It was a bad habit of hubris, overconfident that his first plan is foolproof and no one needs to know about the details but himself. 

“So we're hitching with you guys?”

“Sort of, the cab can only fit the two of us, and we're supposed to keep you off the check point registry,”

Sevill had popped the pit team and the little droids began guiding the flat packed pod onto the small freighter through gate 54. 

“You two will be riding with the pod, you'll need to be loaded in before they weigh the crate so… load up Missy,”

“I'm riding… in the back?... The back of a freighter,”

“That's right,”

Ger'nahei laughed at my miffed expression. 

“C’mon, I'll show you,”

Cross leaned in as the tall woman walked ahead, trailing the pod as it locked into place in the truck’s hold. 

“Looks like we'll be alone,”

He walked ahead to follow her, introducing himself as I had failed to, leaving me with the implications of what was to come once these doors closed on us. I shivered in anticipation, the incredulity of riding in cargo melting into something dull witted and needy.

I snapped out of it and hurried into the open truck. The pod was locked into the back nearest the door, it's engines folded underneath. Connector cables were strewn  about everywhere and after I picked my way through them I found Crosshair and Ger'nahei chatting over a bank of heavy tools clipped into the wall. Sevill popped through a smaller door on the side of the truck towards the front… I noticed there wasn't direct access to the cab.

Alone indeed.

“Dunny touch me tools,”

Sevill harrumphed as she passed the chatting pair. 

“Dunny touch d’pod, in fact dunny touch any’ting, including me cot”

She gestured to the small bunk tucked near the tools. 

The front end of the hold was set up like a makeshift workshop, besides the tools and the cot, there was a low workbench clean and tidy and a small cubby behind a folding door. 

“Freshers ‘hind the door here, just a piss pot but better dan notin’... Enjoy”

She bowed in a sarcastic manner, collapsed the pit droids and left out the side door again. 

Ger'nahei and Cross finished their exchange and she moved to close the back doors, locking them in place. 

“Touch whatever, just be quiet and sit tight till we're on the road, if you jiggle the scale the jigs up early,”

She walked to the side door glancing back in at the two of us,

“It'll be three hours till we get to East Station, More if traffic goes to shyte, You'll be let out there before the container is loaded to the border train, get comfy it’s gonna be a while,”

The door was shut and bolted from the outside, leaving us in muffled silence. 

Crosshair dumped the duffle on the cot, followed by his rifle, placed more carefully, then the cloak falling in a rumple over everything else. The engines rumbled to life beneath our feet, causing us to sway as it started to pull from the slotted bay. 

His gaze fixed to me, poised across the bay against the shifting pulls of gravity. He crooked his finger in a beckoning motion. I raised my brow in challenge,

“Maybe you should use your words,” 

His eye gave a small twitch, then the corner of his mouth. Words fell between his lips in a hiss,

“Come to me, Tahny,”

A demand that would normally make me bristle instead sent a ripple down my spine, warming me, spurning me into motion. One step, across the rocking floor, another, and I was in his waiting arms. 

As his lips fell upon me, hot against mine, lacking in the careful restraint that had floated through us throughout the day, a sliver of reservation dropped through me. Almost as if my instincts were calling in one final check, one more, ‘Are you sure?,’ in the form of old Hyretta’s voice from a smoke laden card game ages ago…

“Never invite a man into your bed twice unless he's paying,”

The old call girl had chuckled, puffing on her death stick. 

“You'll never get rid of him, baby girl,”

I had lived by that till now, well not the… paid part, but as there's yet to be a bed maybe I've found the loophole. 

Cross seemed to notice my distracted air, biting my lip to bring me back to him and I wrapped my arms about his narrow hips. Confident my attention was where it was supposed to be he darted his tongue out to sooth the nipped skin before slipping it into my mouth. I sucked on it, greedy for the chaos that was whatever we had started doing with our lives. 

He shifted to lean back against the hood of the strapped in pod, pulling me to rest against his chest. I cradled his head, elbows to either side of his slim face and stroked the tender scar over his ear. His hands dropped to grip my ass, pulling my hips in to grind against his still armored groin eliciting a pathetic mewl of need as he kissed me rough and unrelenting.

“Just take me Cross, I need this…”

“Mm, not yet, I'm too worked up to last long like this…”

He pulled back in an attempt to cool off slightly, I had different ideas. 

“We'll just…”

I slid off him, fingers going for the edge of his codpiece. He didn't protest as I clumsily pulled it from the magnetized fasteners, dumping the metal piece and his belt with the growing pile on the cot. 

“...reset a little,”

I smirked triumphantly as I leaned back in, stroking the obvious bulge straining against the tight black fabric before slipping my fingers into the waistband. He groaned as I undid the pull strap and eased them down over the dark patch of hair they hid, letting his cock swing free. I took him in hand, biting back a soft moan myself. 

He was already heavy with blood, the vein along the underside swelling as my fingers gently caressed the velvety length of him. His eyes were on me, I'm sure he knew of my intentions long before I slid to my knees to nuzzle his exposed member. 

His eyes fluttered as he fought the urge to close them, sighing low as I slowly, teasingly lapped my tongue up the main vein, flicking over the edge of the swollen head before letting it rest against my lips. He was musky from the sweat of the days activities, the masculine scent sending little waves of lust through me. 

“Should I continue?”

My lips brushed his head, causing his cock to bob from a violent twitch, tapping my lips as his breath got heavy. 

“Kriff, Tahny, please do something…”

His hips bucked in frustration wanting in my mouth already. I obliged, opening with a little ‘ah’ allowing him to thrust in, massaging him with my lips as his head ground into my pallet and he sighed in relief. I bobbed shallowly at first, pressing against the ridge of his head with my tongue, working his shaft at a comfortable depth. 

The trick was not to overstimulate him the first time, I relaxed my tongue to a more passive role, guiding him away from my teeth, bobbing a rhythm matching his shallow thrusts against the softer tissue near my throat earning me a series of soft little moans as he desperately pressed against the resisting tightness. He was right, not gonna last long at all. 

Something was going on outside the truck, we shuddered as the vehicle stopped and a loud whine echoed around the hold, though it didn't do much to distract us. 

His hands found their way into my hair, lacing into the shorter strands in the back. He kept me at pace, thrusting and pushing me down on him as his breath slowed to a ragged pant. 

The cargo bay suddenly dropped, not far, but enough to displace us, bouncing against the hood of the pod and thrusting his cock past the barrier of my tonsils. I whimpered at the sudden stretch, tears pricking my eyes as air was cutoff, but held fast at the strangled cry that had Crosshair twitching in my throat. He came, pushing as far as he could till my nose was tickled by the soft patch of hair at his base. 

Easy… easy.

I calmed the instincts that wanted to clamp down at the invading rod, desperately seeking the balance needed to sooth my muscles from spasming. 

We both tensed as someone jiggled the side door to a sharp reprimand from what sounded like Ger’nahei. 

I tapped the plate on his thigh and he jumped, releasing me and sliding his softening manhood out from where it was still hugged by my throat allowing me to gulp air. 

“Better?”

I finally asked once my breathing was again even. He was looking at me, kneeling between his legs; Eyes teared up, wiping at the glistening saliva that had dripped down my chin with the back of my hand. 

“Not even close…”

“Good, we have time though…”

We had just finished being weighed and hadn't even left the loading station yet. I stood and wobbled to the tiny closet refresher as the truck set into motion again, splashing a bit of water from the sink on my face.

When I turned back, Crosshair was still sprawled on the hood of the podracer, everything tucked away where it was supposed to be. He was taking in the wall of tools for maintaining the pod, fingers taping his chest plate idly as if he was deep in thought. 

“A credit for your accounts?”

“Hmm”

“Just looks like your brain’s whirring”

“I'll keep my schemes to myself,”

“Scheming is it?”

I slinked to him, lifting myself back onto his chest with a foot on the pod's bumper and laying my head against the plated armor. He wrapped an arm about my waist and I clenched my teeth, trying to suppress the jolts the touch was sending through me. He may have gotten some relief but my need had only grown hotter and more demanding.

He pretended not to notice but his fingers started to tap more deliberately on my waist where the fabric was thin, the skin underneath soft and vulnerable. I could hear a low rumble through the chest plate, an amused response to the little twitches, the attempts to mask what he was doing to me somewhat obvious. 

He struck quickly, fingers grabbing into my sides and ass, hugging me tighter to him. The shock sent a wave of tingles snapping my spine to press into him more and I cried out from the sudden waves of ecstasy. My face flushed, I was getting too sensitive.

“Who knew such a brat could be so cute?”

“Euch… cute?”

“Cute.”

“That's it, put me down,”

I struggled against him, mockingly… but it took a bit of effort to make the show convincing. 

Kriff he's strong…

He cupped my chin, tightening his other arm to still me. 

“You’re cute. Deal with it.”

He cut off further protest, pressing his lips to mine causing me to hum into him. I caught his bottom lip with my teeth tugging it a little too hard. He just moaned softly as my teeth slid off the tender flesh, clicking as his lip freed itself. 

“I'm done scheming,”

He announced, sliding off the hood of the pod, leaving me standing rather wobbly and bemused. Scooping something from between the cables, he lifted himself to the open cockpit of the pod and sat on the back of the chair, feet on the seat. A tap tap to his thigh to summon me and I picked my way over to the side of the racer. 

“Up there?”

“Up here,”

“Little tight don't you think?”

His lips quirked at that and I crawled up the side and into the cockpit, kneeling on the seat between his legs. A length of knit cord was strung between his hands, being untangled and wrapped into a neater spool. 

“And what are we planning with that?”

“Stand up and you'll see,”

I hummed incredulously and he smirked,

“Not used to being helpless?”

I looked up at him through my bangs. It's not that Kahtzi and I hadn't used restraints, it was more that Kahtzi was a harmless tooka kit in comparison to the man in front of me.

“Honestly, I've only really tied myself up… Kahtzi doesn't have a knack for it,”

“So you've never been in restraints you couldn't get out of…”

“Pretty much,”

He chuckled, stroking my hair reassuringly.

“Always in control, aren't you? Don't you trust me?”

…

“With my life,”

His eyes shone brightly, reflecting the dim work light from the bench as he scanned my face, searching… I tried again. 

“I trust you Crosshair,”

I reached up from where I knelt between his knees, cradling his chin in my hands. 

It's okay… 

He swallowed hard, raising me to stand and lean back so that my hips nestled against the steering module, handles to either side of me. It slightly protruded over the edge of the pod's hood in its locked position. 

Pressing one of my wrists to a handle, he wrapped the cord around loosely a few times, sliding the end back under the loops created to tighten the binding. This was repeated on the other handle till I was tightly tied leaning against the pod’s dash. 

“Try those,”

He was focused on my wrists and I pulled at the ropes as requested. They seemed to tighten at my little tug. He made a pleased noise,

“Not going anywhere…”

He undid the holster at my waist and gave my hip a light smack, hopping out of the pod and walking out of view. He was by the tool wall, but I couldn't turn far enough to see what he was doing. 

“And now you torture me for information, right?”

“Something like that,”

Very reassuring.

Some rustling, tapping, a few clicks and footsteps pacing back in my direction, Crosshair appearing before me again a moment later. 

I raised my brow in question at the cord dragging after him. He whipped it around for more leverage as he climbed into the cockpit again, settling into the shallow bucket seat in front of me. He was holding something but I still couldn't figure it. 

Our knees were about even like this, his tucked between mine, spreading them further as he pinned them with his own. 

He brandished what he had brought with him… a sort of narrow sander with a soft pad buffer attachment. I was starting to put two and two together. 

“I don't think that's what that's used for…”

He just shrugged, wrapping one of Sevill’s clean work towels around the padded head for more cushion. 

“Don't think you can handle it?”

I wasn't sure anyone could, not like I'd ever admit that though, so I shrugged, the cords creaking around my wrists.

His hand slid up my thigh, settling into the joint that creased the soft fabric, thumb tracing the seam running up the groin of my pants. The tingles ran through me, delicious and warm as he gently massaged the soft mound underneath causing me to sigh from the ache of it all. He was subtly shifting the fabric, moving the seam from where it might cover the folds creating an even surface that clung to the shape of the labia beneath. 

“If you need me to stop, say so,”

Leaning in, he kissed the outline of me and I inhaled sharp through my teeth as his skin warmed the suede over my barely guarded vulva. Then, the tool clicked on. 

I looked down at him, that mischievous look back in his eyes as he drew his lips away from me replacing it with the towel dampened buffer. 

My body jerked instantly at the intense vibration. It had more power behind it than the toys Kahtzi and I had and my knees tried to buckle at the zap to my nervous system. Cross still had my legs pinned in a splayed position, and I hung from the steering wheel a moment before the next jolt had my back arched. 

I was choking on the gasps that tried escaping me as I thrashed against the bindings at my wrists. It felt good, it hurt, it was too much and my brain couldn't take it. My legs were working again, attempting to kick, propell me over the hood and away from the stimulation.

“Don’t run from it, Tahny.”

His voice was commanding as he pushed the tool against me. Applying pressure from the flat, vibrating surface in rhythmic beats, finding and matching the gasping breaths I was still managing between violent twitches. I was getting close fast, but it was almost difficult with just how strong the sensation was. 

“You're gonna cum Tahny, you hear me?”

My back was arching, the ropes holding me in place getting tighter. I was trembling and taught and hooked on his words. 

“Nod if you're still in there,”

He chuckled, started to push the vibrations into me with a rough, static pulse. 

I nodded weakly. 

“You're close, I can see it, so you're gonna cum -stop struggling- when I say so,”

His words sparked the fuse, the motions against my clit growing more forceful the rhythm staying steady. 

“Three…”

It was like a wave was rising in me, looming over the shore of my senses,

“Two…”

He was counting me down, the very act of it serving to push me further, the wave higher.

“One… Cum now, Tahny.”

He pushed the attachment against me, held it there, and the wave crashed, flooding in and over me. 

“Oh kriff Cross!”

I stood rigid as the orgasm flowed through me like an electrical current, painfully intense. My knees tried to close around him like a vice only to meet the unyielding barrier of his legs holding me… then tension released me and I crumpled. 

The tool clicked off. 

“Good girl.”

His hand replaced the buffer, gentle and soothing against the swollen, overstimulated flesh. I whimpered as even the small brushes of his fingers rocked through me.

“How many of those till we break that pretty little brain of yours…”

My eyes widened and he chuckled, the sound more predatory than amused. 

“Some other time, I've been wanting this all day,”

He grabbed my knees and flipped me up to lay over the hood of the pod with a thunk, anchored by the steering handles, hanging slightly upside down towards the sloped nose. My legs were pushed together and up over his shoulder as he stood, hands undoing the fasteners to the altered slacks. 

The pants were pulled up halfway, a string of moisture clinging to them to glisten in the light. He eyed it hungrily as he twisted the cloth to bind my legs at the knee. His eyes roved down the backs of my thighs to the bud nestled between them, lingering on the slightly faded bruises from our previous coupling. 

“You didn't tell me these were here…”

He ran a gloved finger over the discoloration on my flesh. 

“I didn't think you were interested,”

“I'm interested.”

He leaned in to drag his teeth over the light bruise and I sighed at how good the gentle contact felt. He closed his mouth over one, sucking the soft flesh forcefully to leave another little mark. 

Slipping his gloves off, he traced a cool digit up my folds, pressing on the sensitive button to pull a sharp squeal from me, before retracing it's track down to plunge into my wet slit. 

I jerk violently again, the coolness of his skin feeling like ice against the blood hot walls squeezing around it. The pressure of it against the over stimulated nerves lining my depths made my legs tremble. I was far too sensitive, and let out a little, strangled cry. 

“Don't over react… it's just. One. Finger.”

He punctuated each word by drawing out and then back into me none too gently and I moaned, squirming under his attention.

“You're gonna cum again as soon as I'm in at this rate,”

He had taken his cock from his blacks, stroking his length, recovered and rock hard for the task ahead. His finger kept working my cunt, dragging along where the nerves were thickest in painfully slow motions while he pumped his shaft. 

I was panting already, the pleasure of being pushed so far making me nearly incoherent as I struggled to watch what he was doing, I wanted him more than ever.

He withdrew his finger, drawing over and lubricating the skin that was pressed together between my closed thighs. He licked the digit clean, holding my eyes to make sure I watched, before guiding his cock to my ready opening. Sliding it up and down, teasing me into making desperate little whines. 

“Hurry Cross…”

“Eager for me?”

“Very,”

Dignity can go kark itself.

His eyes darkened with lust and he lined his head up to my quivering sex, pressing in slowly, letting me feel every stretch, every tantalizing inch as he filled me, pushing hard till he was buried to the hilt. 

I sobbed at the sensation, the electricity that ran through me as I was massaged from the inside grew with every inch I took. With that final push the dam broke and my over sensitive tissue clenched around him as I came again, the stimulation already too much; voice strained from the horrid tension,

“Kriff…”

He didn't let me recover, instead, swinging his hips into motion, pulling out to slam back in hard and I arched my back moaning heatedly. It felt too good, my flesh hot and swollen to feel everything; the curve of his shaft, the flair of his head…I swore I could make out his veins as they pulsed against the walls that gripped him. He groaned, teeth scraping along the fabric on my calf before he plowed into me again, picking up pace. 

My brain went foggy, the waves of pleasure swallowing me till I was blind with it, euphoric mist and glitter. His hand was tugging my top open, a button pinging off the metal as it popped from its thread, roughly grabbing my handful of bouncing breasts, pinching the nipple. His other arm was wrapped around my legs, keeping them braced to his shoulder as they shook with each violent thrust. 

That false tranquility had fallen over me, my senses completely overridden by pleasure, the pod had become a cloud and nothing mattered besides the cock hammering into me, making me feel like this… light and airy and good. 

His cheek was pressed against my calves and he smirked down at me. He had quickly picked up on the signs I was close again and was intent on driving me there. It looked like his stamina was holding strong. 

I soared higher, my brain buzzing as my breath switched from gasps to a ragged heaving. The walls of my quim throbbing around him, making him groan as he brought me to climax. My back arched again, and I fell silent, lungs arrested by the taught muscles throughout me. The static from my brain spread hot over my skin, until my fingers and toes began to tingle. 

Then I was limp, completely spent.

He wasn't finished with me, and shifted to hold the tight bunch of fabric at my knees down to my middle, folding me in half, leaning over me with a more animalistic ferocity. His hips snapped into me, ruining me with aggressive, wet pops of skin against skin and a vulgar, lost groaning from deep in his throat. I hung over the hood of the pod helplessly, feeling fluid running from my ravaged cunt down my ass onto the dash and hood. I didn't want him to ever stop, I didn't know what would happen if he stopped, if I fell from this high.

There was no more mounting pleasure, I had plateaued and now swam in a haze of ecstasy, tingles swirling into life with every stroke of him pressing against my insides. Pain didn't exist here, thoughts didn't either, just him and this strange little idea I supposed was me hanging above everything else. 

“You still in there, Tahny?”

Barely 

“Crosshair…”

It was more sighed than said, and I struggled to focus my eyes on him. His breath hitched in a feral groan and he grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to sheath himself as deep as possible as he came. His twitches echoed through my own muscles, sensitive beyond belief to the small jerking motions against my clenched sex clamped around him. 

Then he too, was still, besides the occasional kiss to the back of my calf between his ragged panting.  

We were both gasping to catch our breath, easier once he could pull out to unfold me, and I willed my heartbeat to return to something resembling normal as he eased my legs to hang back in the cockpit around his own. 

He had started tugging at the knots to undo the restraints while I finished gaining my composure.

“Whoever taught you that,”

I finally breathed, still partially upside down.

“Remind me to send them a ‘Thank You’ holo.”

He stopped his motions and stood up to lean over the dash, looking me straight in the eyes with nothing but befuddlement. 

“Are you kriffing mad?”

~~~

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The Photoshoot - Part 50

Cillian Murphy series 2014, 2015

I’m sorry for not posting this sooner! Sometimes time flies and when I realize it’s boom 🤯 a month went by… but my love for these two will always make me enjoy the most for each part. And I can’t believe this story reached part 50!!?!! Like how ?

Ps. Happy birthday Cill 💙✨

Word count: 3,628

Cillian waved at the crew team as they left him in front of his hotel. As it got chiller, he shivered and walked into the small convinience store to get a bottle of water, strolling through the aisles, he found a stuffed duck and immediately thought of Scout, he loved ducks. As he walked past some people, he was aware of the glances and deep down he knew the reason.

The infamous Thomas Shelby haircut.

“Hello you.” He greeted his wife after answering his phone.

“Hey baby, how have you been?” Yael’s voice spread softly to his heart.

“Missing you like crazy.” He admitted realizing he probably sounded corny.

“Well I miss you more.”

Cillian placed the phone between his shoulder and cheek to grab something.

“Give me a sec.” He managed to make it to the register balancing the items in his arms and politely asked the cashier if she could cut the tag from the stuffed animal.

“What was that?” Yael chuckled softly.

“I’m buying some stuff.” He put his wallet in his back pocket and made it out of the store. “How’s it going? How are you ladies doing?”

“I took Mum to a yoga class and then we had breakfast at this cute little café and more ladies stuff.” She explained and he could easily imagine her playing with one of her curls with a beautiful smile on her lips.

“Oh tell me more about that girls stuff.” He stopped at the red light, checking the signal to cross the street.

“We’re getting manis and pedis later.” He loved hearing her laugh. “And oh! Yesterday when we were walking, we found an antiques shop…”

“Oh shit.” He interrupted in a playful tone.”

“Stop it.” She giggled.

“And what gorgeous rare-to-find item did you discover this time?” Cillian asked not being able to stop the smile from growing in his lips. He knew Yael too damn well.

“A painting.” Yael replied shyly. “And I immediately fell in love with it.” She rushed to explain to cover for her excitement.

Cillian laughed, seeing already the scene in his mind. His wife had a weakness for antiques, but he had to admit she had a good taste.

“It’s beautiful and the frame it’s the original, took me a while to properly clean it.” She continued.

“I bet you didn’t stop until getting it hanged.”

“Actually I didn’t, still trying to decide what’s the right place.” He heard Scout barking in the background. “How’s the scouting going?”

“Grand, grand… later we’re going somewhere else, we need some scenes by the river and the caravans look fucking phenomenal.” He explained.

The project was around the corner and he tensed his shoulders involuntarily at the thought of embarking once more into the character’s chaos.

“I can’t wait to see everything up.”

“Alright baby, I’ll let you go to your pedi time, call you later.” Cillian told her that he love her and walked into the store trying to keep a low profile.

He needed to pick up the gift he ordered for Yael.

***

“Mrs. Lieberman, Mrs. Murphy welcome.” The social worker asked them to take their seats. “Let’s see,” she seemed to focus on a sheet before her, the desk had a pile of folders and papers organized with colorful post it. “I understand you traveled for this appointment.”

“Yes, my home is in London.” Isla crossed her leg. “But right now I’m staying with my daughter.”

“I see.”

It was hard to tell anything from Mrs. O’Brien’s expression. Her lips were in a tight line and Yael always felt uneasy, not knowing if she was sharing too much or if she shouldn’t have said that.

“Would you like to tell me about your family and the dynamic you share?”

As Isla went on to talk about her children, talked about how they traveled frequently to be together as much as they could and then she shared a small snippet of a birthday party she held for one of her grandchildren.

“So how would an adoption blend into this? How do you feel about that?”

Although the question was meant to set anyone back and make you question yourself, Isla managed to pull a great comeback.

“Do you mean if I’d love that children less because it’s not biologically my grandchild?” She asked openly and when she saw the social worker nod, she went on. “My husband picked me up from the ground when I was at my lowest point emotionally and economically, for months I saw my daughter struggling with physical therapy to recover from the accident and surgery after surgery and not only that, he took my children as his own and loved us unconditionally, the same goes for our grandchildren. He never made one single comment about not being linked by blood or sharing DNA with any of them, I wouldn’t know how to love Yael and Cillian’s child any other way.”

Yael had to fight back the tears that formed in her eyes. There it was, the woman who always inspired her, opening her heart to say just what she thought.

“To me,” Isla continued. “It’s not about sharing the same genetics… it’s something deeper than that, it’s about choosing to love, care and protect for another human being without waiting anything in return and I know this takes a lot of time and steps but I can assure you my daughter and her husband will be the most loving parents if you give them the chance.”

Quietly, Yael excused herself and walked out of the office, she wasn’t needed there anyways. Emotions were suffocating her and it was impossible to prevent it. Perhaps it was the fact that Cillian was away, or her Mother’s words that touched her heart. But either way, she needed a break, to keep her guard down and trust the process and its own time. But who was she trying to fool? It was damn hard and sometimes it felt like it would never happen.

“This has been extremely hard for my daughter, the process is wearing her out, but I understand this is not like going to the grocery shop and picking a kid. I know it takes time and you’ve to follow protocols and forms, but trust me, she’s the most loving person I know and motherhood has always been her biggest dream.”

“We cannot base the approval on that Mrs. Lieberman, we need to check background, records, psychology tests… we’re talking about a vulnerable child’s life.”

Isla nodded, not wanting to upset the social worker.

“May I ask how long does it takes to finalize?”

The social worker shuddered. “It can be months… even years.”

Isla’s heart shattered by the statement. She wanted to keep a positive spirit, but the time frame wasn’t very helpful.

“That long? And there’s nothing you can do?”

The social worker shook her head. “We’ve to complete each step.”

“But there are so many kids in orphanages.” She had seen it first hand, since the following day she arrived, they went to give away the books Yael bought for the children, spent hours there reading to them. It was bittersweet, but she was grateful for sharing a moment like that with her daughter.

Yael wasn’t doing it just to look good for the adoption process, she was doing it because she learned it filled her heart and soul, because she wanted to make those kids happy.

“I just wish you get everything you need to approve their adoption, they’re eager to welcome their child into their happy little family.”

“We want nothing but the very same.”

Ending the meeting, Isla went to search for her daughter. Her heart beating faster, she just wanted the best for Yael and Cillian.

“There you’re sweetie, shall we go somewhere?”

“Yes, I need some fresh air.” Yael helped her put in her coat and the pair went to the parking lot.

“I probably shouldn’t have stormed off like that.” Yael regretted her reaction.

“Don’t worry about that, the interview was meant to be just for me, and this is draining.”

“But they seem to be monitoring everything, every little thing you do and say.” Yael waited for her green light to take a turn.

“I know you and you’re probably tired of hearing this, but try to take this one step at the time, be patient. I’m sure the reward is around the corner.”

Yael knew her mother’s words were filled with the best intentions, but it was just like telling someone grieving to not feel sad about losing someone they love.

“Let’s focus on something else sweetheart, let’s go to clear our heads for a bit.” Isla proposed, worried about her daughter, she wanted to do something to cheer her up.

“Yeah, we’ve the appointment at the salon already.”

“Yes, that’s a wonderful idea.”

Yael took a deep breath. “I don’t want to tell Cill about this just yet. He needs to focus on his next project and this isn’t exactly a major step or something that tells me we’re getting good news soon.”

Yael took a U turn at the next available exit, following the instructions in the GPS.

As she was driving, her phone started ringing and Cillian’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hey handsome, I was thinking of you.”

“I got a notification marked as urgent that you left somewhere, are you alright?”

“Yeah, we just finished the interview with the social worker and I’m taking Mum for a walk. It’s the app I downloaded for you, it keeps you updated of where am I and stuff like that.”

“Oh so I can spy on you?” He joked and made Isla chuckled. “How did it go?”

Yael took a deep breath before answering her husband. “I hope well.”

“I’m sure of it.” He offered through the phone. “Why don’t you go to the movies to shake it off?” Cillian proposed.

Yael gasped at the suggestion. “That’s a great idea!”

“Yeah.” He added thinking how it had been a while since they went out. Lately he had been focusing on the script and nothing else, he felt bad because as he was getting more and more engrossed on the role, he started to grow apart from his wife. And although she never pointed it out, now that her mother was around, he was noticing the difference.

She was so supportive of each of his projects and with the adoption process, he wanted to make sure they were still connected.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking… why don’t start planning a holiday during Christmas? Or by the time I finish filming? Let’s go wherever you want, hmm?”

“Oh that’s really nice!” Isla agreed, noticing the smile on her daughter’s lips.

“I’d love that.” A few days away just the two of them? Yael was already looking forward to it.

“Alright, it’s settled then, I’m heading to the set now, let me know when you get home.”

“Will do.” Telling Cillian, she loved him, Yael hang up.

“He’s amazing.” Isla expressed, getting out of the car, as they arrived at the salon.

“I can’t wait for that holiday already, I feel like he’s been rehearsing since forever.”

She wanted nothing but have a good rest and not worry about anything else.

“Hello, welcome.” A woman greeted them and asked if they had an appointment.

Yael left her purse by a chair and started checking the nail colors options.

“You look so much alike!” The woman pointed at Isla and Yael in shock. “It’s like you did copy-paste.”

Yael blushed, she was so used to get those kind of reactions, specially now that her mother was sporting her natural curls freely.

Another woman at the salon pointed out the same in awe.

“Thanks. We hear that a lot.” Yael chuckled.

“So who’s Isla?” A kind smile appeared on her face just as a woman that was getting a haircut turned from her chair.

“That’d be me.” Yael’s mother replied waving her hand.

“Isla?” The woman turned around to face. “Isla is that you?”

“Barbara?” Her mother asked cautiously.

Yael looked the exchange with confusion.

“Oh my God I can’t believe it’s you!” Isla covered her mouth with her hands.

As the two women moved to closer to hug, Yael stared at the scene trying to understand the story behind their familiarity.

“It’s been what? A lifetime.” Isla continued.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw you, but after all this time, you still look the same.”

Then, Isla looked around, noticing her daughter’s stare. “Goodness! Let me introduce you to my daughter, Yael, she’s my youngest.”

“Nice to meet you.” Yael greeted the woman.

“She’s Barbara, I used to babysit her and her sister. I was in my early 20’s.” Isla explained her daughter. “And one day, I never saw you again.”

“She looks just like you.” Barbara admitted. “You knew they took us to a government facility?”

Isla gasped in shock. “So it was true.”

“After a few months, someone adopted my sister and I never saw her again, she was only five years old back then, I waited but when I turned eighteen they kicked me out.” Barbara explained.

“You never saw her again?” Isla asked, her heart breaking in the process.

“No, I’ve been searching for her for so many years with no luck.”

“Uhm excuse me? We’ve a full agenda, could we continue while you catch up?” The hairstylist pointed at Bárbara’s wet hair.

“Sorry! Yes.” She stretched her arm towards Isla. “Mind if we go somewhere after we’re done here?”

Isla nodded, feeling like a knot installed in her stomach.

***

Cillian stood in the middle of Arley Hall mesmerized. The place was magnetic, beautiful and oozed this old vibe mansion in every corner.

“What do you think?” Steven asked, standing next to him.

“It’s amazing.” He turned around and moved away just as some crew walked past them with some furniture.

“They’re closing it to the public while we’re filming.” Steven stood there watching everything with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.

“Are we filming everywhere?” Cillian crossed his arms imagining the scenes in this place, it was a luxury property and according to the script this was Tommy’s ultimate dream house, where he officially kick off and gets what he always wanted.

His ambitions finally materializing, his dreams becoming a reality.

Oh, but the price Tommy would have to pay…

Cillian wandered around. He learned it had been once the home of a wealthy family, it was spacious, the view to the garden was fantastic, part of the house included a cellar, and the second floor was as incredible as the first one, but for the upstairs part, they had constructed a replica on one of the sets.

As he kept walking, he arrived at the kitchen area one floor below, he had never seen something like that, it was rustic and had a huge pantry and an area where they kept the meat stored.

It was a dream, he was practically drooling over it. It was so easy to get lost and imagine how everything would look as soon as the crew got it ready for filming. Walking around, he ended in the dining room, a couple of important scenes would be filmed there.

“I think this needs something else, but I don’t know what.” Steven joined him.

It oozed luxury, it was elegant. The chandeliers sparkled, curtains with fabric that looked so expensive. Cillian imagined the kind of life the previous owners carried before it was purchased as wedding venue and a place open to the public to visit.

“A painting.” Cillian suggested casually. “A huge arse portrait.”

Steven turned around to stare at Cillian, eyes wide open as the realization hit him hard and fast.

“Yes, right there in the back of the main seat.”

Cillian nodded, hands hiding inside his pockets. It was involuntary, but it was part of the essence of his character. He couldn’t help it.

“Can your wife be in charge?”

He nodded quietly.

“Give her a call.”

But he didn’t need to do so. Because his phone started ringing in that very moment and it was Yael.

“Hello beautiful, I was just about to call you.”

“You’ve to sit down, you’re not going to believe this.” Yael started off. She sounded like there was something important she wanted to tell him.

“What’s the matter? Is everything fine?” Quietly he decided to take a walk outside, away from someone listening.

”Mum and I were at the salon, right? So when they call her name, this woman immediately recognized Mum and went to greet her, they chat for a bit. Long story short my Mum used to babysit Barbara -the woman-, when they were younger but one day she and her sister were taken away and she never saw them again.”

Cillian listened carefully, waiting for his wife to tell him the full story.

“Barbara is the Director of the child services office.” She explained him, his heart started beating faster. “She took us to her office, took a look at our records, studies, everything,” Cillian heard her taking a deep breath, “babe, it turns out we were in some kind of blacklist.”

Silence filled the call, Cillian inhaled deeply. “Why?”

“This is horrible but… have you noticed how celebrities go to places like Nigeria or Africa to adopt?”

Cillian kicked a rock he found on his way, processing that piece of information. “Yeah?”

“I don’t know about the adoption process over there, but apparently it’s easier, no questions asked and overnight, they’ve a child, we’ll thanks to that, the kind of surroundings to these celebrities lifestyle they practically catalogued us in that list so we’d never ever get the adoption finalized.” Yael’s words came out rushed.

Cillian felt a vein in his temple pulsing. “Are you telling me because I’m an actor, they practically rejected our application without telling us?”

The realization of his own words made his heart sink to the ground. Not getting the chance to move forward with the adoption process and his wife’s sadness was his fault?

Misery took over him.

“Hold on, I know what you’re thinking.” Yael interrupted his thoughts. “Not everything is as bad as it seems, this woman, Barbara she told us, basically… she’s going to help us! I asked her what do we’ve to do in order to be out of the blacklist and she gave me hope Cill, she explained us a lot of things no one told us about and I understand the reasons why they just can’t give kids to whoever starts a process, but she said literally I know your Mother, and she was always kind to me and my sister, she gave us food when we had nothing, she shared her clothes with us too, I can imagine the kind of daughter she raised.”

Emotion took over her voice, it was impossible not to feel everything right in the surface.

“How are we so sure that they won’t make it harder because of what I do for a living?” He was still processing the impact his career had, never thought it would be a negative reason in the adoption.

“She assured us she’d take our case personally.”

Despite Yael’s words, Cillian still felt doubtful now. Feeling guilty that he was the reason of not being able to adopt a child.

“So what are we supposed to do now? We’ve been begging them for the interviews.”

Yael had been calling almost daily to get the appointments, and now he was able to understand why the process had been so hard, they were trying to push them back.

“Barbara told me she’d give me a call, but I guess we’ve to wait to hear the next steps.”

When her mother told her what the social worked mentioned during her interview, Yael felt deflated. Hearing the process could take years to finalize shattered her heart. But now there was a new chance to move things forward with Barbara behind their case.

Cillian stared into the huge garden, not paying attention to anything in particular.

“Are you still there?” His wife’s voice made him snap back into reality.

“Yeah… just thinking.”

He really wanted to feel her new enthusiasm and positivism, but he also couldn’t help but feel worried, what if they have to face new challenges in the process, all this bureaucracy because of his job? He wasn’t sure to be able to deal with the guilt of knowing that because of him the process could be harder or take longer than usual because he needs to prove that he isn’t like most of Hollywood stars.

This whole thing was a roller coaster, sometimes it was Yael the one feeling down, now it was his turn while she had her hopes up. He hated to admit it but it was draining.

“If you hear anything back, call me yeah? Or text me.” He added after a few seconds, not wanting to drag her down because of his attitude.

“Absolutely.”

“Listen, Steven wants to do some photos, so I think I’m going to change my flight… your Mum is already flying back, why don’t you come with her?”

Yael took her time, to consider her options. “How many days?”

“Just a couple, to get a few photos done.”

“Okay, let me organize my planner and see how can I reorganize the things I’ve scheduled and also I need someone to look after Scout.”

“I’ll call my brother, don’t worry.” He went on walking again, sitting on the edge of the fountain. “I really want to see you.”

She wanted the same, needed to feel him close.

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₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 14th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

Well y’all, officially it’s been 10 days since I joined this challenge! Absolutely insane that I committed to something for once. It’s like a Christmas miracle…or dare I say, a writemas miracle! Haha okay that was too corny, if you want to see the rules and invitation to the event here is the invite post and here are the prompts I will be using today! If you would like to still join, our lovely host is still adding late additions to the taglist. Everyone is welcome! If you just wanna chill on this break season and read creations for writemas then I highly encourage you to check out the invite page and look through other folk’s work and spread some love and holiday cheer! XOXO 

Prompts used:

Dialogue: "Leave this place. Leave me. I have had enough. I cannot endure another moment with you, so please, I beg you, leave."

Setting: A (stone) wall of thorns

I don’t know if anyone caught it yesterday but I actually had Perci with Nilus and Melina(although I forgot to tag her oops, it’s fixed now though)! It’s like a crossover episode. Now yesterday I focused more on Nilus and Perci, so today I will be focusing on Perci and Melina. Yay!

Read about the WIP here!!

Enjoy today’s stuff!! <333

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Perci gazed deeply at the stone wall at a safe distance from him. He smiled to himself, feeling the nice feverish heat radiating from the magical rocks. It had been a week and a half since he looked at his winter coats, or even snow for that matter. Oh, the spoils of war. Mom exaggerated so much about Haukrosen, it’s very nice here. He thought to himself, tracing the gaps between where the stones laid down atop each other with his eyes. Perci was very eager to get his time’s worth of the bustling, yet warmly inviting city before they had to leave on their mission a week from then. 

Deciding that looking at the walls that towered over the capital like an insane person was not enough, Perci walked back inside of the castle his assigned Queensman and crew were in. He walked across the halls, admiring the beautiful architecture of the place. After a while of walking he saw a room with the door cracked open, with a strange kind of green light slithering out of the opening. He pushed the door open more to peak in, allowing it to creak wide open. Leaning on the smooth wilthstone edges of the door frame, he peeped in.

Inside, there was just a lone woman in the room, dressed in a long robe, working on something peculiar. She had dozens of different kinds of plants and equipment surrounding her. Creatures in cages lined the walls behind her. Some of the life she had in there to be imports, expensive ones at that, as Perci hadn’t seen anything of the like in Pytharios before. He was sure she was their Herbalist, since she had the coordinating colors to the division, but she never, ever spoke to anyone— other than reporting to the other Queensmen, of course—, so he couldn’t know anything about her for sure. Now, he has a chance to talk to the mysterious woman.

“Uh, hey there! I guess we haven’t ever formally spoken together, one on one, right? So, moving on to my point here, um, I’m not so sure of your family name, I might have heard it from Queensmen Hyde but I just want to be sure of it. It’s Harrier right? Like the family that started the city Elares? My family traveled there once, when my dad was around, that is. We definitely couldn’t afford a trip like that now.”

He could hear her swallow hard as she glanced up from the large book in her hands. 

“Yes.”, She finally answered, although pretty shakily.

Perci took a step into the room with her, taking his hands off the archway of the room, “Oh, well then. That’s really interesting to know.” 

Silence overwhelmed the room again, as the woman absentmindedly went back to finishing her work.

Another enthusiastic question appeared in Perci’s head, “Hey, didn’t they originally establish the city to hold prisoners there? Well, y’know, not anymore. Since, last time I heard of it, they tore the jailhouses down. Right?”

“The prison is still there, believe me.”

Perci nervously laughed, not sure what exactly she meant by that, and carried on with the questions, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought they didn’t have another daughter”

“I am her.” She said in a monotonous distracted tone, almost as if she was dismissing him from speaking altogether. 

“Oh, I thought you overtook the city’s government, I didn’t think you would leave from such a good position like that. I mean, also, you just don’t seem a whole like her. She was quite the active person when I was there last.”

A quick noise of acknowledgement came right after Perci spoke that last part. He could tell she really wanted to change the subject, for whatever reason. Breathing in deeply to start over fresh, He tried to do exactly that.

“Wow! I sure haven’t seen anyone use…whatever that is, to do…whatever you are doing.” Perci awkwardly said, trying to break the ice with this strange woman.

Melina simply ignored him, still busy combining various strange herbs and substances in the pot before her. Nothing he tried seemed to break the ice again. 

“Where did you learn how to do all of this? There was nothing remotely close to this in the academy! This stuff is absolutely remarkable!”

Again, no answer came.

Perci noticed as he came closer to her she was making some kind of wellness potion. It was bizarre, he hadn’t known of anyone in ages doing this.

He tried to strike up conversation one more time, trying to help the older woman out, “Why can’t you just use magic? This kind of stuff is archaic! Magic is a much quicker and easier way to do all whatever position you are trying to make.”

Melina breathed in deep, “You give to make, child.”

“I know, but I don’t see the harm there, you don’t have to use your own life force, that would be just silly. You can always just use these plant’s lives here, they won’t mind it. You already are using them in another way, it shouldn’t be any different. It’s simple science! Anyone with life can use magic, so that means you can get magic from anything alive.”

Regret set in the moment he said that. He could see the intense feeling of anger settle into her skin in real time. The hairs at the back of her neck stood at their ends as she slowly turned around to face the young boy, her long, white coat whipping around a second after her body did. She slammed her book shut, sending echoes across the room of the loud bang. The wise lines on her face wrinkled further as her face shifted to pure yet quiet anger.

"You think I don’t know that? I—No, no, no. I can’t take it anymore, this is too much. Leave me. I have had enough. I cannot endure another moment with you, so please, I beg you, leave." Melina exhaled out, only snapping out of her usual trance-like demeanor for just that moment, then quickly returning back with tears in her eyes. 

“I’m sorry, but go on, please.” Melina said with sorrow filled words.Did I say something wrong? Perci thought, trying to analyze her odd behavior to the question. Even though it was an odd reaction, Perci realized he definitely overstayed his welcome with her. So, respecting her wishes, he left without another word. But still, as he walked back down the halls, he wondered why she was so adverse to a great thing like magic.

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SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE VII (Buggy x F!Reader)

PART VI

RATING: +18. EXPLICIT.

WARNINGS: Explicit sex, smut, swearing, inadecuate use of a devil fruit, angst and a lot of fluff aftersex.

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"Why did you decide to become a pirate?"

The question catches him off guard. In his room, already in the evening, Buggy has apologized to you for having to take care of some business about the ship's accounts. It's an issue that has come up at the last minute, but he has promised to finish quickly to have time for both of you. You don't mind, you've never slept much so you don't mind going to bed a little later. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you watch your captain - and now, it seems, also your lover - as he goes over the ledger on his desk with a grumpy face.

If you think about it, this is the first time you've had a moment of real intimacy with a pirate of renown. Whenever you've been alone with one, it's always been to cut off his head and take it to the marines, so you've never had much time to talk about trivial things. Why a person decides to go into piracy is something that has always fascinated you. You are not a bounty hunter because you like it, but because you were trained for it, you were trained to kill and you don't know how to do anything else. It's the only thing you were taught and, therefore, the only thing that feeds you.

Buggy looks at you somewhat confused, as if he doesn't understand where such a question comes from. He turns his head back to the papers on his desk and answers you without giving you too much importance.

"I don't know any other life" he replies casually.

"Then it's true?" you insist. You had heard rumors on the subject, but you had never quite believed it. Despite the feelings you have for Buggy, no one can say he's a top pirate, at least not like Whitebeard, for example. "Is it true that you were part of Roger's crew?"

For some reason that question seems to make him uncomfortable. It's odd, something like that, for a person like Buggy who loves to brag about anything, should be cause to puff out his chest and spout some kind of speech replete with bragging. However he clears his throat a little, shakes his head and tries to change the subject.

"I was a kid then."

It doesn't suit him at all to be so modest. Well, you wouldn't say he's being modest, but rather discreet, and that's not something that suits his personality either. You wonder what that experience must have been like for him, if there's something he's keeping hidden, if he had a bad time or if he prefers to forget certain things. Curiosity is killing you, but he doesn't seem very willing to talk.

"And what was Roger like?"

"Not as handsome as me."

"You're an idiot" You shoo him away, throwing a pillow at his head.

"Hey!" He exclaims, then giving you the attention you deserve "But what's all this interrogation now? Did you get the urge to write my biography or something?"

"No, it's just… I wanted to know more about you" You shrug "You never talk much about your past."

"Well, you don't talk about yours either."

There is absolutely right, but telling him about your past would imply confessing that you came on his boat with the sole intention of hurting him and that is something you obviously can't say. You conclude that it's fair that everyone has their reservations when it comes to talking about certain things, it wouldn't be right to demand from him what you don't want to give at the moment.

"The past doesn't exist" Buggy sighs, as he gets up from the chair and begins to undress. He seems to be done "It's not something that can be changed, I prefer to live in the present. Especially when I have a cutie doll waiting for me in bed."

"How corny…"

"Come on little girl, come with daddy for a little while."

He sits next to you, kissing you slowly, taking his time to make every hair on your skin stand on end. It's a patient, intense, wet kiss. You feel his bare hands run over your face, your neck, the opening of your cleavage. They are rough hands, rough from so many years at sea, hands that rub your skin igniting it with every millimeter they run. Little by little he lays you down on the bed, placing himself on top of you without stopping kissing you. Your mouth moves down to your neck, then to your breasts. He undresses you little by little, but this time he undresses too. Before you know it, you're both naked, he's on top of you, rubbing your pussy with his huge erection.

Buggy sits up slightly, gazing at you with fascination. His gaze makes you nervous, he has you totally at his mercy, under him totally naked and vulnerable.

"From now you are forbidden to be in this room with clothes on, it's sacrilege."

"And what do you want, for me to walk around naked every time I come in?"

"You said so, not me."

He lets out a mischievous laugh and you smile. He's a real jerk, but a jerk who goes down your belly, leaving traces of saliva and paint, until he hits your crotch and starts licking it, causing you to let out several sighs of pleasure.

"I have an idea, little one. Come on, get on top of me."

Buggy guides you to sit on top of his face and bend over his huge erection. He begins to lick your pussy, while you lean down curiously. You have never tasted a cock, nor did you think it was something you could be attracted to, but the pleasure he makes you feel with your tongue is so great that you feel the need to give it back to him. You are afraid of not doing it right, you have never had to make love to a man before, but you will do it as best you can. With one of your hands you take his cock gently, while the tip of your tongue runs along his shaft until it reaches the glans. You can feel Buggy tense up as you lick his cock, but it's not until you suck his glans that he lets out a grunt of pleasure. That motivates you to keep going, slowly taking his cock into your mouth, until it almost reaches your throat and start to push it in and out.

"Fuck, how hot is that little mouth of yours" moans Buggy, as he opens your pussy to stick his tongue inside.

You let out a gasp, noticing how Buggy's tongue slips inside you. One of his fingers has gone to your asshole and -previously wet with saliva- caresses the outside. It's something you find strange but it makes you very horny at the same time. You keep sucking his cock, giving it your best.

"Don't stop, my little girl. Keep it up" he asks you, letting out a couple of moans.

Buggy puts his index finger in his mouth to fill it again with saliva and starts to introduce some in your ass.

"Not there, please" you exclaim, somewhere between horny and upset.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it's not that. It's just…"

"Let me just a little bit, if you don't like it I'll stop."

At that moment Buggy moves from your pussy to your ass and starts licking it with his hot tongue. You find it embarrassing, almost humiliating, but you feel your pussy more swollen than ever, so much so that it even bothers you a little bit because you are so horny. You would never have thought that something like this would turn you on so much.

"Look at the state of you, you look like a little bitch in heat" he chuckles, listening to your moans, seeing how much you're getting all wet "Do you like it when I suck your ass, little girl?"

"Yes, yes, I love it Captain"

"But look how dirty you are when you want to be, you naughty girl."

Buggy's various body parts suddenly separate, leaving you totally discolored and on all fours on the bed. His body rejoins right in front of you, on a couch on which he appears seated, legs spread wide and one of his hands stroking his erect cock. He stares at you, pleased, excited. You naked, unprotected on the mattress.

"Get nice and horny for me, little girl. I want to watch you as you cum."

And before you can respond, you feel one of his fingers lightly push into your asshole, while another caresses your clit. Buggy has separated his hand from the rest of his body and also some fingers, which he is inserting into your various cavities. You feel how he penetrates you gently with one and the other in both holes, you start moaning as if he is fucking you. Your breasts move at the same rhythm as Buggy's fingers move your body and when you watch him he is looking at you with a hungry, almost animal expression from that armchair he is sitting on while he jerks himself off watching how he himself makes you cry with pleasure.

"You don't know how much I want my cock to have you like this" he says, panting "Little girl, your freshly fucked virgin face is the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my fucking life."

"Buggy" you moan, now the finger in your vagina has moved on to caressing your clitoris, while the other one goes a little deeper inside "Buggy I love this, I want this all the time."

"Mmmm you've got me almost ready."

At that moment he stands up, pulling you closer towards you. His huge erection close to your face, it's an invitation for you to open your mouth to him. You do so without him telling you, letting him penetrate you in it and fuck it. You hear a moan of pleasure come out of your mouth, while the ones he rips out of you with his fingers are silenced by the throbbing cock that won't let you speak.

"Like this little girl, let me fuck that cute little mouth of yours" he tells you, thrusting in and out over and over again "Y/N you're amazing. You don't know how fucking horny you make me feel."

"Mmmmm" you moan on his cock, noticing how you have less and less left to climax.

This time you're the first to cum, followed by him, who seeing how you scream in a choked way can't take it anymore and spills all his fluids in your mouth. It is the first time you taste the semen, it is salty, somewhat sour, you decide to swallow it not knowing very well what to do. Buggy collapses on the bed and you do the same, leaning on his chest. Both of you are panting, sweating, breathing fast.

"If this feels like this now, I don't know what will happen when I can penetrate you" he laughs, looking sideways at you "Fuck, Y/N. It's amazing."

You snuggle even closer on his chest. It's the first time the two of you have been like this, enjoying a moment for the two of you after you cum. You've never thought about how much you liked the idea of cuddling with him after climaxing until that moment. You can smell Buggy's natural scent mixed with the smell of sweat and sex, a scent that makes you feel strangely good and safe. You would give anything to be able to be like this for the rest of your days.

Buggy notices that you're not in a joking mood, but in a very uncharacteristically affectionate state. He instinctively hugs you, although he doesn't quite know what to do in a situation like this either. He has never been a man for cuddling after sex, but rather for sporadic sex and quick goodbyes. But with you it is not like that, with you he is born to correspond to your need for affection, to embrace you, to entangle his legs between yours, to play with your hair. He wants to have you by his side every night, to tangle with your naked body whenever he wants.

After a while in silence, enjoying each other's company, you hear Buggy murmur, almost in an exhalation of air.

"I grew up on Roger's ship, I was there until I was eighteen. I've always been a pirate."

You smile but don't say anything, you don't need to. He has answered your question, he has opened up to you. Your response is to hug yourself closer to him, who is grateful not to hear any comments from you.

When you fall asleep, the smile is still plastered on your face.

[the-octopod]

Hey shellington! Or kwaz- what's a nickname you call kwazii or if kwazii answers this- what's a Nick name you call shellington??

Shellington here! I tend to call Kwazii various names for the fun of it (I mean, don't we all with the people we're close to) but I mostly call him Kwaz, Babe and Baby, (much to the crews dismay because they think its corny-) Kitty and Kitten (these just slip out of my mouth and I have very mixed feelings about them), handsome, dummy, and probably more... why do you ask? Oh, and for what Kwazii calls me.. Shelli, Shelliboo and shellibae which never fails to annoy me.. Doctor, Smartass, Sexy, Shellington Shea Osher (I hate this one), um, handsome, pretty, prettyface, um, I can't think of anymore, but you get the idea. Its all for funsies, you know? LOL.

Sincerely,

Dr. Shellington Sea Otter