#gorgeous gruesome faces

[richincolor]

Have you read Gorgeous Gruesome Faces by Linda Cheng? It's a sapphic YA Supernatural Horror set in the K-Pop industry, and I swear that book changed my brain chemistry.

We haven't yet! It sounds very cool, though:

After a shocking scandal that abruptly ended her teen popstar career, eighteen-year-old Sunny Lee spends her days longing for her former life and cyberstalking her ex-BFF and groupmate, Candie. The two were once inseparable, but that was then—before the tragedy and heartache they left in their wake.

In the here and now, Sunny is surprised to discover that Candie is attending a new K-pop workshop in her hometown. Candie might be there chasing stardom, but Sunny can’t resist the chance to join her and finally confront their traumatic history. Because she still can’t figure out what happened that horrible night when Mina, the third in their tight-knit trio, jumped to her death. Or if the dark and otherworldly secrets she and Candie were keeping had something to do with it . . .

But the workshop doesn’t bring the answers Sunny had hoped for, nor a happy reunion with Candie. Instead, Sunny finds herself haunted by ghostly visions while strange injuries start happening to her competitors—followed by even stranger mutilations to their bodies. In her race to survive, Sunny will have to expose just who is behind the carnage—and if Candie is out for blood once more—in Linda Cheng’s spellbinding sapphic thriller that will have readers screaming and swooning for more.

[daphneblakess]

books i read in 2023: gorgeous gruesome faces by linda cheng

All that practicing. The singing. The dancing. We've been preparing ourselves for our own slaughter.

[the-final-sentence]

We drive north, the brutal mod-August Georgia sun beating down on the road ahead, the hot haze making bits of asphalt glimmer like crushed diamonds.

Linda Cheng, from Gorgeous Gruesome Faces

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: Yellowjackets meets She Is a Haunting in this debut speculative thriller that follows a disgraced teen idol who comes face-to-face with the demons of her past in a glittering, cutthroat K-pop competition. After a shocking scandal that abruptly ended her teen popstar career, eighteen-year-old Sunny Lee spends her days longing for her former life and cyberstalking her ex-BFF and groupmate, Candie. The two were once inseparable, but that was then—before the tragedy and heartache they left in their wake. In the here and now, Sunny is surprised to discover that Candie is attending a new K-pop workshop in her hometown. Candie might be there chasing stardom, but Sunny can’t resist the chance to join her and finally confront their traumatic history. Because she still can’t figure out what happened that horrible night when Mina, the third in their tight-knit trio, jumped to her death. Or if the dark and otherworldly secrets she and Candie were keeping had something to do with it . . . But the workshop doesn’t bring the answers Sunny had hoped for, nor a happy reunion with Candie. Instead, Sunny finds herself haunted by ghostly visions while strange injuries start happening to her competitors—followed by even stranger mutilations to their bodies. In her race to survive, Sunny will have to expose just who is behind the carnage—and if Candie is out for blood once more—in Linda Cheng’s spellbinding sapphic thriller that will have readers screaming and swooning for more.

Review:

Suspiria meets K-pop contest in this story about a disgraced teen idol who has to fast the demons of her past while reuniting with the girls who haunt her in a deadly K-pop competition. Sunday “Sunny” Lee is an 18 year old teen who spends her day in hiding and cyberstalking her ex-best friend and groupmate, Candie. Sunny is still reeling from the death of her other group mate and best friend Mina, and the events that unfurled that lead to her career being destroyed and their group disbanding. When Sunny discovers that Candie is going to be attending a new K-pop workshop in her own hometown she knows she has to enter too and to see Candie again. it doesn’t help that Sunny still see’s Mina’s ghost everywhere and the events of the past haunt her every living second, making her see ghostly visions... and the fact that competitors are being strangely injured one after another. Something darker is happening in this competition and Sunny knows that somehow Candie is connected to it.... but just how deep it goes will unravel everything and both Sunny and Candie will have to face each other after all these years and the reason their friendship and possibly something more, had broken... and see if they can depend on one another to survive this cut throat competition. This was a surprisingly delightful horror read, I loved the blending of past and present as we get to see how Sunny and Candie’s history unfolds, and how it slowly adds more and more to the tension that is currently happening in the present. They have a complex relationship and what happens in the past that really impacts the mysterious injuries of the present competition was a fun reveal. I would definitely recommend this for horror fans who enjoy some hauntings, some folklore, and a bit of sapphic romance!

*Thanks Netgalley and Macmillan Children's Publishing Group, Roaring Brook Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[bones-clouds]

books i read in 2025:

"gorgeous gruesome faces"

linda cheng

"there's a note of incredulity in her voice, and I relish the fact that she's realizing she doesn't know me as well as she used to. that the sunny who trailed after her all day long like a dumb puppy, who she spoiled then abandoned, has come back to her with longer claws and sharper teeth. (...) the thought of candie being my enemy, of standing toe to toe against her on the same stage, fills me with deep dread. and at the same time, a secret, feverish thrill."

[sammystruggles]

Sapphic, K-pop, Thriller? Sign me UP.

Gorgeous Gruesome Faces by Linda Cheng 3.5/5 stars

I will consume any K-pop inspired book without question and enjoy all of its flaws and wonderful moments. This was such an interesting story and it had me on the edge of my seat the entire time. 

Sunny is very traumatized after losing one of her best friends and fellow member of their K-pop group, to an apparent suicide. She has been questioning how true that is ever since it happened. Something was off about the entire situation and she is determined to figure out what really happened. Candie, the third member of her group and now an estranged friend, has a secret that she is clearly not telling Sunny. After joining the same workshop, they are forced to deal with their past and maybe reconcile their relationship.

This book was pretty much what I expected it to be, but with less K-pop. I heard about this book on Tiktok and was sold by the K-pop storyline but it definitely wasn’t the main plot (imo) and that is totally okay. I like that it was just a setting and not the main focus. This book gives the same vibes as I Feed Her To The Beast And the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea. Both are about ambitious young women who will do what it takes to get to the top and deal with controlling gods who want more. In my opinion, there were some pacing issues, like the beginning was pretty slow but then ending was so fast that I found myself going back a few times to make sure I caught everything. But overall I enjoyed the book!

[ill-try-to-do-book-reviews]

Gorgeous Gruesome Faces

Linda Cheng

RATING: 🕯🕯🔥 (2.5/5)

This book, being all of 400 pages, took me nearly a week to get through. It is not my cup of tea. I acknowledge, however, that the level of not-my-cup-of-teaness that it is has clouded my ability to judge how well-written everything is. If the synopsis sounds fun to you, then I do fully encourage you to check this book out. It is just not my personal style.

SUMMARY: After a shocking scandal that abruptly ended her teen popstar career, eighteen-year-old Sunny Lee spends her days longing for her former life and cyberstalking her ex-BFF and groupmate, Candie. The two were once inseparable, but that was then—before the tragedy and heartache they left in their wake.

In the here and now, Sunny is surprised to discover that Candie is attending a new K-pop workshop in her hometown. Candie might be there chasing stardom, but Sunny can’t resist the chance to join her and finally confront their traumatic history. Because she still can’t figure out what happened that horrible night when Mina, the third in their tight-knit trio, jumped to her death. Or if the dark and otherworldly secrets she and Candie were keeping had something to do with it . . .

But the workshop doesn’t bring the answers Sunny had hoped for, nor a happy reunion with Candie. Instead, Sunny finds herself haunted by ghostly visions while strange injuries start happening to her competitors—followed by even stranger mutilations to their bodies. In her race to survive, Sunny will have to expose just who is behind the carnage—and if Candie is out for blood once more—in Linda Cheng’s spellbinding sapphic thriller that will have readers screaming and swooning for more.

MY DETAILED REVIEW (SPOILER WARNING): I wanted so badly to like this book. I'm not usually one for paranormal horror, but I was very interested in the premise and decided to check it out. I nearly DNF'd it several times, and it had sat at 94% completion for the past 3 days until I finally forced myself to finish it today for the sake of this review.

The development of Candie and Sunny's relationship is not one that I liked very much. I was super excited for more queer horror - but the queerness isn't very... involved in the story, I suppose? It's horror with queer characters, but it doesn't seem like queer horror to me I suppose.

I wasn't aware that this was part of a series (or intended to be) when I chose it, and based off of the ending, I see where the author has set up for a series, but I will not be checking it out. Given how much I disliked the way the workshop was written, I don't think I'd fair very well with the two of them on a roadtrip.

I can't really explain it, but this book just felt so flat and bland to me. It had all the makings of a story that I'd love, in a subgenre I don't check out very often, but everything just fell short for me. I probably couldn't even explain to you what happened at the workshop except for the end where it was revealed to be a cult, and I was going to list off one of the severe student injuries here but I can't recall any of them with any level of certainty.

All in all, getting through this book felt like a chore. I only got so far in originally because I thought that it just had a slow start - I've read books that I ended up loving that started slow and I had to force myself through until things got good - if my memory serves, namely The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay. Unfortunately, this was not one such situation.

I hope that someone else can find this book and love it much more than I could.

[bokutoko]

ᴀᴋᴀᴀꜱʜɪ confessed his feelings in a handwritten note.

he felt silly, really. a grown man, working a full time job and living on his own as a (mostly) fully functioning adult, and he couldn’t seem to say how much he cared for you to your face? it was a shame how much akaashi’s overthinking truly held him back. he was a handsome man, with a tall, lean—though recently gone softer—build, a full head of soft and healthy hair, and a pair of beautiful chocolate brown eyes that had the ability to bring anyone to their knees.

he was gorgeous.

but his mind betrayed him often, acting as his own worst enemy.

before he psyched himself out this time, though, he grabbed a pen and paper from his desk drawer. before he lost the courage, he wrote a note from the heart, explaining how wonderful you were—how you helped him believe in himself, offered advice and listening ears when needed, and brightened his days every moment you were on his mind—which was all the time, actually.

he hastily folded the note in the envelope, signed your name on the front, and placed it on your desk face-down before you and his other coworkers returned from lunch break.

hopefully, you’d see it.

and you did see it. reading every word over and over and over, your cheeks felt hot, stained scarlet.

akaashi didn’t want to look, but even if you didn’t feel the same, it was like a trainwreck—he couldn’t look away. in his peripheral, he saw—

you putting the letter away like it was nothing?!

his brows furrowed, confusion settling over his features. he was expecting you to at least meet his gaze; he wanted to see your pretty eyes, even if it was you rejecting him.

but then again, he shouldn’t have been surprised. you were ethereal, destined to be his version of the epitome of beauty, his definition of divinity. you were intelligent, quick to match wits with any man who dared to challenge your skills in the workplace. you were incredibly funny—to the point that his drink (embarrassingly) once shot out of his nose at dinner when you told a story (he went home and took a shot of something stronger afterwards).

how could you, the embodiment of perfection, love a man like him, who fought gruesome wars in his mind on the daily?

this was, of course, until later that evening where you both were out at dinner with mutual friends. you mentioned an anonymous note, and that was when akaashi realized.

he forgot to sign the letter.

a/n: oh, akaashi…🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

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[misstycloud]

Shapeshifter x fem.reader

“Please stop.” You whimpered, shaking like a leaf.

The creature crouched down to your level and whispered in a soothing voice- it didn’t have the desired effect, though. “Why? Don’t be scared, I would never hurt you. There’s no need to be so frightened.”

“….just leave me alone..”

“No I can’t do that. I love you (Y/n). You’re everything to me. You don’t understand the depth of how much I need you.” He- it- pleaded.

You scoffed despite the inner turmoil. “Well, feelings not mutual.”

He sighed and shook his head slowly. “Why can’t you understand? I just love you so much.” He caressed your hands while staring straight into your eyes. It felt like he was unveiling your soul, like you couldn’t hide from that look, no matter what. “I,” he started, “can be whoever you want me to be. I can be whatever you wish.”

Suddenly, he started changing. It was like something was alive underneath his skin, that wanted to move and reshape the shell it was inside. Slowly, but surely, its features morphed into someone else.

This new shape was clearly tall, even when he was still couching. He looked a little rugged, wi the jet black hair and also at as equally dark grey eyes. He was muscular, too.

“Would this be better?” He asked in a deep voice, tilting his head in wonder. “Would you like someone like this- someone who can protect and care for you? Someone who wouldn’t hesitate to get into a bar fight to defend your honour.”

You looked away and shut your eyes.

“I see.” He said. “So this is not your type, then?”

Once more, you heard the familiar sound of flesh and bones. And against you better judgement, you glance his way again.

This time, he was not as muscular. In fact he was quite thin, but still tall. Messy brown hair shot in all directions, coverering his forehead, it almost shielded his face entirely from view.

“Or is this better?” He gave you a dorky smile. “A nerd? Someone who can relate to your interests and become just as engrossed in them as you. Wouldn’t that be nice? We could talk for hours about the things we like.”

You shook your head hastily. Rejecting his suggestion.

“Or maybe not.” He sighed.

The sound of flesh moving followed and you looked away, not wishing to see the peak of the gruesome transformation, before facing him again.

This new body was considerably shorter than the previous two. It was one of a mousy young man, appearing to be in the beginnings of adulthood.

“If you like being the one in control, I wouldn’t mind. I think this form would fit for that, you see. I’d be nice to be dominated by you. You wouldn’t have to hold back from anything, you could be completely in charge if that’s what you desire?”

You remained silent.

“I take that as a ‘no’, then.” He stopped for a few seconds, thinking, then the smile retuned. “Wait, I can’t believe I didn’t think this.”

Suddenly the young man disappeared and a woman took his place. She was gorgeous by all means. Her long blonde hair flowed in waves down her back. Her curvaceous form would have any person staring.

“I apologise. I should have asked if you would prefer a woman instead, my mistake. Now, finally, is this desireble?”

“I told you to stop. I don’t want any of this- I don’t want you. I don’t want to be near you. Leave me alone, please.” You cried in desperation. Hoping it would be able to push away the creature for good. But you knew it was a foolish dream for it to become bored with you.

The woman hushed you and took you into her arms. “Shhh, shhh, it will all be fine. No need to worry about anything. You’ll be good, I promise. I will take care of you.” She tried comforting you by patting your back like a mother consoling her crying child. “And don’t worry. It doesnt matter how long it’ll take, but I will find the right form eventually. You will just love it~.”

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[pinkhoodi]

bat dads or girl dads ? girl dads !

✎ᝰ — bat boys as girl dads !

♡⃕ — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd x reader

♡⃕ — genre + warnings: fluff + children ??

♡⃕ — a/n: dick as a father would make me- nvm that !

꒰ BRUCE WAYNE ꒱

Ꮺ “no” rarely exists and he realized that a while ago. when his beautiful daughter was first born, he would be stern (still loving) and make sure to deny any of his daughter’s requests. as years go and his daughter gets older, it becomes harder to say no to his precious child

Ꮺ he won’t admit it but it’s something about her adorable features that make it harder and harder to say no. even if it’s the most wildest request, he’ll try to accomplish it or tell her “I’ll think about it”. the cute pout, the ways her eyes widen, and her adorable going please please please dad. how can he say no :(

Ꮺ BUT if he can’t obtain that request, his favorite excuse is “I’ll think about it”. even when his daughter catches onto his games, he’ll continue use it and just throw on an extra lie to help out

Ꮺ bruce is the dilf that everyone flirts with and it’s exhausting for him. he tries to avoid pta meetings at all costs but can’t cause his daughter loves those meetings. while the women flirt, the daughter gets free cookies ;p

Ꮺ this man bruce is studying long and gruesome hours on how to raise a girl. raising his eldest son at ten years old is the closest thing he had and it wasn’t helping. prepare yourself for the “am I doing this right?” “is this good for her?” “are you sure this is what we should give her?”

Ꮺ surprisingly, he became quickly accustomed to his bat cave and his office being glittered and glammed. the buttons on the monitor have stickers and his batmobile having a bow on it

Ꮺ learning from his mistakes from his other children, he will try to leave little to no detail about his night activities to his daughter. she knows about the bat cave (due to exploring and being bored in the mansion) but he refuses to take her on missions and don’t allow her to be in the bat cave if the mission is extremely dangerous

Ꮺ daddy-daughter days is something bruce prioritizes! he doesn’t care what is planned before or after that, he’ll make one day every month to spend time with his daughter. whether it be going to the mall, the movies, spending the day at a kids play center, or even napping. that day in his calendar is meant for his daughter and his daughter only

꒰ JASON TODD ꒱

Ꮺ the most laidback father you could ever meet BUT he knows when it’s time to be concerning and when it’s time to be the fun dad

Ꮺ the man almost passed out when his gorgeous daughter was born. he couldn’t take how adorable his lil girl was in the room, he had to step out and started crying. he couldn’t believe he’s a father now :(

Ꮺ it does take jason time to adjust being a father. his patience isn’t the best but he is learning ! he tries as much as he can to unpack all his bad qualities and become better for his daughter before she was born

Ꮺ as much as he is laidback, he is also very cautious and makes sure to have all his weapons away and locked up from his daughter. he refuses to let ANY incident happen just cause he was being careless

Ꮺ he is one to always allow his daughter to decorate his face, no matter how ridiculous he looks. he’ll gladly pose with stickers on his eyelids, three bows on his head and one tied on his wrist, and heart glasses on if it makes his daughter happy

Ꮺ his daughter is lowkey his mood maker. he won’t admit but however his daughter feels is how HE feels. but he won’t take it out on her, absolutely not ! if she’s grumpy, he’s grumpy with her. she’s hungry ? he’s hungry as well. even if he’s feeling fine, he’ll play along with her so she can get what she want from YOU (mischievous mfs mmcht)

꒰ DICK GRAYSON ꒱

Ꮺ the most girliest dads of all girl dads <333. he’s there for any and everything and is NEVER one to say no to his daughter. though sometimes he doesn’t realize when to be a disciplined dad and a fun dad

Ꮺ he’ll make sure to never, and I mean never, have his daughter follow into the life that he is in. as much he enjoys saving gotham and bludhaven, he refuses to let his daughter lead into a life of danger and being unsure of whether or not he’ll be home soon

Ꮺ he has an endless amount of pics of him and his daughter. his lockscreen is you and him holding her at six months old, his homescreen being his daughter at one years old, and even his voicemail is him and his daughter saying hi and sorry to miss your call

Ꮺ being a dad is something dick cherishes so much and he’ll gift everything his child wants and more. he’ll do any and everything to have his daughter be happy, even if he can’t get it

Ꮺ between him and his daughter, the exchanges of “I love you dad” and “I love you more” happen more on his side. many “I love yous” as the two of them giggle and he kisses her forehead. they’re so cute :(

Ꮺ unlike bruce, he loves going to pta meetings. he does get uncomfortable with the flirting from other moms but he’s really only there for the free treats and how to better improve his daughter’s education

Ꮺ the biggest gift giving dad as well ! he likes coming home with a surprise in his hand and hearing his daughter gasp and smile at the gift in his hand. it warms his heart when she says thank you and hugs his leg tightly, nearly squeezing it with the gift in her hand

Ꮺ the two nap a lot together. it’s one of dick’s favorite pastime when he’s relaxing with crime fighting

♡⃕ the bat boys as girl dads ☹️🫶🏽. it would be uber cute seeing jason walk into his helmet decorated in barbie stickers

𝐕��𝐓𝐏 💗: 2 thessalonians 3:3

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

SOLD!

Pairing - Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Summary - You’re locked away in the Arrow House. Until your abductor returns to bear the good news.

Warnings - Noncon, dubcon, p in v, smacking, rough, virginity loss, breeding implications, mean tommy.

Word Count - 1.5k+

Despite the fire being lit across the room, your body shivered underneath the thick blankets on the king sized bed. The lamp stayed on most nights, you were too distressed to turn it off. It had been weeks – months even since you’ve been confined in this mansion, Arrow House. 

You lost track of counting the days, your mind slowly danced with the sensation of being stir-crazy. None of the domestic workers spoke to you unless necessary, all of the men kept their eyes low around you. For the men who wore peaked caps, their eyes stalked you, awaiting a sudden move on your behalf. The only company you were allowed was the son of the household, Charlie. 

For the first time since being here, the door creaked open loudly. As your head shot up, you instinctively pulled the sheets up to your chin as your body curled into a ball. Finally he had returned, your abductor stood like a statue in the doorframe, his jacket already removed. If it wasn’t so dark on the other side of the room, you’d be able to see his demeaning smirk. 

Whenever you saw Thomas Shelby, you only shared a couple of sentences together, he wanted to keep you in the dark of whatever sinister plans he had with you. He came and went, an addicted businessman he was, likewise to your father. After all, they both had empires to watch over, to rule and to use in battle. How were you so foolish to let the Peaky Blinder Devil’s eyes wander into your soul and drag you to his depths of Hell. 

“Hi darling” his words spoke slowly, it was intimidating as he slowly approached you until he was standing right next to you. “Are you excited for tomorrow?” He tilted his head to you as his weight dipped into the bed, his shoes off now.

“What’s tomorrow?” your timid voice squeaked out, your eyes peeking out from the covers. 

Tommy breathed out in contempt and laid next to you, he tugged the sheets down enough to see your gorgeous face. 

“We’re finally getting married, my love” he smiled in a trance of love and obsession. 

You choked out a sob and couldn’t help but to shake your head at the thought of marrying the ruthless Thomas Shelby. Being cursed by the Shelby name, you’ve heard the stories with their gruesome deaths. 

Tommy cooled you and pulled down the covers to your knees, his body straddled your hips as he whispered soothing words into your ear to help calm you. “No, no… It’s okay, your father gave us his blessing. Our families will finally be united, unstoppable is the word he used” he smiled softly, almost innocently as he believed that would ease all of your stresses. 

But when your head rapidly shook underneath him, his smile dropped. He planted his elbows next to your ears to warn you, but you stubbornly continued to deny the truth. 

“Please no! I’m already engaged! I have a fiance Tommy! I- I need to talk to him!” You explained desperately.

As you tried to push your upper body up, he pushed you back down. 

“I am your fiance!” Tommy roared, his hot breath gusted over your mouth, his fingers now twirled into your hair as he tugged your head back. “You’ll talk to no one without my permission” he growled into your ear. 

“Please Tommy let me go!” You pleaded pathetically as tears continued to stream down your flustered cheeks. 

You felt yourself start to hyperventilate underneath him, you couldn’t breathe or think anymore. Thomas Shelby was going to be the death of you. As your hands gripped onto his biceps for a reminder of reality, you tried to control your breathing, stop your crying, but you had been holding it all in for weeks. Everything has driven you insane. 

“There, there… Let it all out little one… Let go off all of your stresses” Tommy coached as he stroked your damp cheek. 

Your eyes darted to his and your teeth gritted together. Abruptly, you tried to fight him off of you. Foolish even to believe that you actually had a chance.

“No, get off of me!” You demanded harshly, Tommy’s expression didn’t flinch. 

A forceful backhand to your left cheek silenced you momentarily, then as the realization settled in, you started to mewl again severely. Tommy tutted to you and rubbed your stinging flesh as you couldn’t stop crying, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“That’s it… Let it all go… Can’t have you be all emotional for our big day eh?” Tommy grinned as he felt his cock twitch in his trousers. His dark eyes lingers over your body. “Fuuckkk… I don’t think I can wait another day” he mumbled to himself, gently pressing his hips into yours. 

Your sobs stopped suddenly as you looked at him with wide eyes. After a deep exhale, he smiled at you before quickly taking off his shirt. You laid frozen underneath him momentarily. 

“Please… Don’t do this, I-I’m a–” you blubbered out, completely lost for words as you watched him unbuckle his belt. 

He fell back over you and roughly kissed your neck, his teeth nipped at your skin. You could smell the whisky and smoke on his body. Tommy’s rough, cold hands ran over your bare shoulders. For bedtime, you were only allowed to wear a silk dress gown, with nothing else underneath. 

“It’ll be our little secret… No one will know except us eh?” He grinned by your ear as his hands worked to get his hard length out. 

“Tommy please! Anything else!” You begged for mercy, your hands weakly pressed against his shoulders. 

Tommy huffed at you as he stroked himself and you couldn’t help but to squeal as you felt him poke against your upper thigh, he felt thick and long. 

“Must I teach you obedience? My dear wife-to-be” Tommy threatened with a firm slap to your side. 

After you cried a little more you told him no and he nodded his head in approval. For his pleasure, he kissed you from your torso all the way up to your jaw as he slowly stroked himself. Whilst you laid stiff, your body trembled lightly as you watched him fearfully. 

“Can I have a kiss, my dear?” He asked softly as he looked up to you. 

All you could do was squeak out in compliance and he gently pressed his lips to yours. Quickly his tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands caressed your hips, his cock pumped against your inner thigh. Tommy moaned into your mouth and you whimpered into his. 

One of his hands slipped up to your bare pussy and you yelped out. Quickly he hushed you before kissing you again as his fingers played with your folds before two gradually pushed themselves inside of you. Since your mouths were connected, it quietened your painful groans whilst your legs squirmed around. After he was able to fit a third digit into your tight hole, he pulled them all out and licked them clean. 

“Let me show you how I’ll take care of you everyday” he gasped as he teased your entrance with his tip. 

“Please I’ve never-!” You objected.

But he only shushed you and coached you to breathe as he roughly tried to push himself inside of you. You cried out in agony, your walls clenching in resistance as he continued on. Tommy muttered to himself about how tight you were and he rubbed your tits through your dress. 

Eventually, his large member was buried deep inside of you, his hands intertwined with yours as he rested on you for a moment, both of you trying to steady your breath before the worst came into play. Tommy was whispering praises into your ear. You were so tight and warm for his cock. Lightly, you were cursing, blubbering and sniffling. Tommy gave you a soft peck on the lips to grab your attention. 

“How do you feel?” He asked sternly. 

“Full” you choked out, your face tear stained. 

“That’s a good thing” he nodded, his hips ready to unlock just to lock again. “You ready?” Tommy raised an eyebrow to you. 

“No” you sniffled, your lower lip trembling.

It went ignored as he started to slowly thrust his massive size inside of your tight canal. Your hands shot up to his back and you held onto him for dear life as his pace gradually picked up. Both of you were moaning in unison as he began to slip in and out of you more smoothly. 

“Fuck… You’re going to look after my son. Then give me some more children. You’ll always keep the bed warm for me. Distress me whenever necessary. In return, I’ll give you whatever you want. Take you to whatever fucking country you want to go to” he explained his proposition calming despite how quick his hips were snapping into you. 

“Tommy please” you gasped out. 

“Yes, now scream how good of a wife you want to be for me” he moaned as his hands went to your hips and he thrusted more viciously into you.

[risuola]

V — SILENT PROMISE // Sukuna thought he won't bend, but the sight of you made him question himself.

contents: blood, usage of weapon, reader discretion is advised — 1,5k words

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You were wet, your breath was heaving and your heartbeat rumbling in your head.

You were trembling.

Bleeding.

The red iron stung your eye, made your hair stuck to your temple and cheekbone. Pain pulsated, spreading its waves around your skull, focusing right where the wound was somewhere underneath the strands of your wet hair — a mark left by the grip of a gun that hit your head hard.

You coughed.

Yet another splash of ice-cold water hit you in the face and you weren’t ready. Again. Your clothes were soaked, sticking to your body in a harsh cocoon of fabric. Your light-blue t-shirt translucent against your skin, stained with blood that dripped from your face. You felt exposed, cold. It was humiliating, having all four of the men around you look and snort at every shiver that run down your spine. They seemed amused, they were amused to torture you.

Someone grabbed your hair, pulling the wet locks violently and forcing you to look up, to tilt your head back. Something sharp touched your neck, poking and prodding at your delicate flesh on the side of your throat.

“I don’t know anything,” you whimpered, before the question was asked once more. What do you know about Sukuna Ryomen? You heard that already twenty times and each of them was a little lower, a little more cruel, a little more violent.

Fact is, you couldn’t even recall how you got into the dimly lit room lined with cold concrete and furnished with steel. One moment you were heading home with a bag of snacks and the most gorgeous, most red strawberries you found in the store and in the next, you were here — tied up with the very same strawberry red running down your face.

The ropes were digging into your flesh, partially taking away the circulation and your hands felt numb, tied behind the backrest of a metal chair. You could feel your skin ripping underneath the roughly textured bounds, it stung every time you were yanked around or hit by someone. It wasn’t humane, you didn’t do anything, you shouldn’t be treated like that—

“I’m sure you can tell us something. Sooner, the better, princess.”

—but you were. The men around you were kind enough to explain the situation to you before the terror began. Apologized even, but they didn’t seem sorry when the first pain was inflicted on you. When they screamed and threatened, they didn’t seem sympathetic or regretful. No. It was pleasurable for them, you saw it in their eyes, on their faces. Pathetic joy that they got from torturing someone like you.

You felt the blade press its way into your skin and it stung. A hot drop of, what you only assumed was blood run down the side of your neck and along your collarbone, sinking finally into the ruined fabric of your blouse. The cut was shallow, you could tell as much, but it still sent yet another jolt of fear throughout your body. You felt your heart going wild inside your chest and you held your breath, afraid to move too much when the knife was that close to your throat.

“I really don’t know you fucking asshole!” You groaned the moment he took the weapon away. The stress and fatigue made you lose your temper but you were determined to not cry, no matter how much you wanted to and god knows you wanted to wail.

* * *

“Seeing something familiar?”

Sukuna felt in real time how the blood in his veins was turning into fire. Rage — indescribable and heavy — was taking over his thoughts and his muscles were twitching. His shoulders, up until now relaxed, squared up. His brows furrowed, a crease formed between them and the look of his eyes became cold and dreadful. Menacing.

“How unwise,” he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. The officer in front of him flinched, bending underneath the gruesome, unnerving aura that turned the air in the room into a thick substance, impossible to breathe in. Despite his best effort to hide his nerves, the droplets of sweat gave all away. Sukuna smiled, grinned in a way that’s thirsty, in a way that craves blood and pain. “You’re getting very nervous, detective.”

“Cooperate and all of that will soon be over,” the man said, struggling to hold the gaze of the criminal that’s now leaning towards him, asserting his nightmarish dominance over the situation.

“Oh, it will be over soon, but I doubt you’ll be happy with the results.”

“We predicted you might not be thrilled to see this girl interrogated, and—”

“That is what you call an interrogation? Beating a little girl? It seems like my ways of dealing with people are more humane than the ones of police.”

“Unfortunately, it’s the mean to an end. You are too valuable of a capture, it gave us a green light to use every method possible to get what we want from you and that includes torturing this hardly innocent little girl.”

Sukuna scoffed. Then laughed — the sound of it ominous and loud. His head tilted backwards and he leaned against the backrest. He knew how it worked; he used those very same methods to get what he needed in life. He threatened women, he threatened children but, in his etiquette, violence against those groups was forbidden. Fear, yes, but physical abuse not and he stood by those rules, enforcing them on his pawns. He used those methods because they were effective. Not a single man in love, not a single husband or father, stayed strong for long when a wife or a kid was on the line. They always bent.

Was he now one of those men who bend?

“A mean to an end, huh?”

“It’s either you or her. You can tell us what we want to know and she’ll be safe and sound, with no charges to her name. You can also keep up the stubborn and we’ll see how much she can take. If that doesn’t work, we can also put her to prison and, I assure you, she’ll be very popular over there. Female inmates love to play with newbies.”

Sukuna couldn’t imagine you being in jail. You were too fragile, too sensitive to be incarcerated, you belonged in silk and flowers, not steel and concrete. You deserved to be free and now they threatened to encage you? Very, very unwise.

* * *

“I didn’t cry, you know?”

“You’re one very, very brave kitten, are you not?” Sukuna cooed, holding you tight to his chest and kissing the torn skin around your wrists for the nth time. He’s got you in a cocoon of his own jacket, on the back seat of a black car driven by one of his pawns. You were tired, exhausted, but happy to see him, to feel him.

The praise made you giddy, his menacingly loving tone made your heart bang against your ribs despite there being no danger anymore. You still shivered due to your wet clothes but now it was somehow bearable. Now, with a large, mighty body next to you and callused hands gripping you tightly, the discomfort of wet clothing was just a nuisance. You were smiling, nuzzling into him, craving the touch you’ve been stripped off for way too long. Nearly three whole weeks you spent without seeing Sukuna, neglected of his warmth and once you saw him again, you realized that the constant of danger that followed him has got you hooked.

“I missed you,” you said into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin that poked through the metallic hint of blood and plain smell of soap he had to use while in jail. The jacket you had wrapped around your upper body carried his expensive perfume — rich and woody, smoky note of tobacco and vanilla. It was sexy, spicy with a touch of sweetness that you couldn’t get enough of.

“Me too, sweet thing, me too.”

Sukuna exhaled, allowing the tension away from his shoulders. Despite the crime he just committed — another one to his name — he felt at ease, because you were safe. The moment he saw, not more than an hour ago, the fear in your eyes; the moment one of the officers ripped your shirt open and used the knife to snap one of your bra straps, his patience snapped as well. It didn’t take him long to put down the detective that was assigned to him — headbutting him so hard he passed out cold. Once he undid the chains, he was out the door and searching for you, fighting his way through the officer-packed halls until your frame came into sight.

“Ryomen—” you gasped out, once your beautiful eyes landed on him and he could have sworn they glittered in the dim, dirty lights around. There was a cheer in your voice, a melody of joy and relief and at the moment he couldn’t care any less about the violence he was exuding. He needed the men around you down and you out of here. And he’s got you out quickly, carrying you in his arms and towards the car that waited for him.

That’s how he’s got you there, trembling against him but safe. Whilst kissing your wounds, he made silent promises to never let that happen again.

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[saradika]

— liminal.

din djarin x f!reader

rated e - 4.2k

tags: snippets in time, amnesia, winter soldier-esque trigger-words, implied brainwashing/cult!au, angst, descriptions of wounds, yearning, soft smut & piv, outdoor sex, canon-typical violence and death (bounty hunters), ‘darksaber is haunted’ vibes, unhappy ending

a/n: gorgeous moodboard is from the angst challenge hosted by the lovely @almostfoxglove! was so excited to contribute to freya’s event!

If there was a past, he has forgotten it. But you’ll help him remember.

You’ll make new memories with him.

(or - you find yourself spending the summer with a stranger who can't seem to remember anything about his life. And you might just be falling for him, too.)

Twelve weeks have passed since your stranger slipped headlong into your life.

Sudden, in the way you found him, stumbling into the aftermath.

You had thought him a machine, with the way the metal armor had encased him, glittering in the sun. The dome of his helmet, seemingly still and unblinking - a single figure, amongst the dead around him.

The sight was gruesome - red spilled across the ground, darkening to umber where it seeped into the earth, and you still shielded away from the memory of it.

A yelp, when he had stirred. You hadn’t been able to leave him behind. Even then, you had known he had needed your help.

It took another week for his wounds to heal, even with your care.

Vicious things, the tears in his side. A glimpse of bone and sinew in the tender space beneath his armpit - a weak, unprotected spot. A dagger still buried in his thigh that you had had to tug free - the limp still slipping to the surface on rainy days.

Bacta was an expensive commodity, but you had given him all you had stored. Smeared carefully across his wounds before you bandaged them - how alive he had been, then. Your hand pressed against a bare chest, his heart thrumming beneath.

It knitted him back together but hadn’t fixed everything.

His head must have been hit hard. There’s no memory of the battle. If his friends or family were amongst the fallen, what had lead to the fight in the first place.

There were no memories of where he came from. Of his home - his look blank, when you carefully prod.

Why he was here.

“If there is a past,” He told you, “I have forgotten it.”

Even his name is shrouded, lost inside him.

A ‘hey’ and a ‘you’ is enough in the time that followed, as he trails behind you like a shadow. Shaking off your questions - the rapid-fire trying of titles, to see if one feels familiar. Unmoored and left adrift - your small home and bit of land are the only spaces that felt familiar.

So, you let him stay.

The shadow sticked, melding with your own.

It’s been ten weeks since he removed his helmet.

You hadn’t pushed.

His grip was firm that first day - catching roughly around your wrists as your fingers hooked along the edge. Unyielding. No words spoken, but you had understood, even then. Leaving him to his own devices, letting him eat in the guest room you cleared for him.

Until a morning comes, when you catch yourself looking into a pair of eyes. Warm and brown beneath dark curls that spill across his forehead - and even then, something behind your ribs had hitched.

The movement slow as the helmet had lifted fully, with hands that hesitated. A stiffness in the way it was set down on the table beside him as you doled out breakfast, as if there's something about it.

An urge to keep it near, though he did not know why.

Like he shouldn’t, but there are no words to explain why he felt this way. Just the same sense of knowing that kept him in his armor every day. The routine in the way each piece snapped into place, down to the short hilt of black metal at his belt, though there had been no blade.

You had examined it yourself, once. While he slept, fingers traced over the handle, each groove. Hot beneath your touch, a sharp wash of unease had pulled your hand away.

It’s written across his face - the lines near the drawn-tight pull of his mouth.

Without the helmet, he could not hide.

Despite how much he does not know, you can read him. Even when his words come slowly and quietly.

In the days that followed, everything flickered across his expression. A furrow of his brow in concentration. The quirk of his lips when you said something funny. Those eyes sliding away, as his hand scratches at the scruff lining his jaw.

A flicker of worry, under the heat of summer. Reacting to the hiss that slipped from you when you burned the side of your wrist, working on repairs to your speeder. The barest brush of a hand at your hip, as he moved you out of the way.

Something innate alighting inside him, as he finished welding the piece himself. The bright sparks glanced off his armor, stars in the afternoon light.

Finding his voice, as time passed. Uncovering that edge that must have always been inside him. Sharp snark, and a sense of humor that could rip a surprised bark of a laugh, from deep in your chest.

And when you’d caught his matching rumble after, it felt like a triumph.

Eight, since he gave you something.

The sun dipped low, bathing your cabin in orange and purple. Exhaustion weighing down your limbs, after another long day of gathering fruit for your stall at the market. Hours spent standing in the shade of the trees, but it hadn’t made the heat much more bearable.

Though you had to admit - time passed much more pleasurably, with his addition.

It had been hard at first, to pick out what to say, when he had no stories to pull from. When everything he knew had melded together, unsure of what was dream and what may have existed.

You filled the space instead. Your own stories not much to tell, but you could feel the weight of his gaze often. Small comments and questions, when silence stretches out. Encouraging you to continue.

Conversation turning easier, with each passing day.

A dutiful presence at your stall. Catching everything - a leashed hound at your side, hackles ready to bristle. As much of a fixture as the handmade wooden crates, lined with soft linen. The hand-carved sign, passed down by your father’s father.

And in the quiet, evening light, he had plucked it free. A bruised jogan fruit from the basket at your feet - the word tumbling from him around a mouthful, teeth sinking into the purple flesh.

“Din.” Chewing, then swallowing, “I think that is my name.”

Your eyes had bounced to his. Dripping down to the tongue that had peeked out against his lip, before slowly repeating.

“Yeah?” You asked, before trying it for yourself.

“Din.”

It tasted sweet.

Fruit-ripe against your lips, and you had found yourself smiling.

Six weeks, since your lips had first touched to the nape of his neck.

Fitting together in your tiny bathroom, with the stone walls curling in.

Din’s back had been to you. Head bowed as you trimmed the grown-long curls, skin sticky with heat. His armor was in a neat stack at his feet, shoulders bared.

Mirroring your first few days together - but so different.

Your fingers had traced over the silver at his temples, catching in the warm light of your bathroom. Meaning hidden, in the careful touch.

It felt easier than it should be.

Natural.

And deep down, you thought it should scare you.

Maybe it does. At night, when you’re tucked into bed. Caught thinking about the man in the other room - who he might be. Where he came from, what higher power had guided him down here, to you.

But then you see him - the crinkle of his eyes and that easy routine. Looks exchanged that you’re not sure how to interpret, as if in a language only he knows.

Ones you never learned the words for.

And you just - forget.

You hadn’t been able to help it.

The dip of your head.

A chaste kiss pressed against the notch of his spine, right at the nape of his neck.

Summer lingered in his hair. Soaking in the sun and the wind off the lake - a hint of shampoo, when your nose brushed against his curls.

He smelled like home. Like you, mixed with leather and metal and man.

Din’s shoulders strung tight where your palm pressed, the soft inhale of breath that you almost missed.

You caught his eyes in the mirror, after.

When they opened again.

Where they had snagged. Watching every little movement - the careful brush of clippings from his skin. The touch that he had leaned into.

They burned, in the hazy reflection. A different kind of heat bloomed over your skin, and you thought, maybe-

Maybe he felt it, too.

Things had changed, four weeks ago.

The surface of the lake had been like glass, stretching out from the grove of trees.

Your favorite place - you’d spend all day out here if you could. Shirking responsibilities for a few hours beneath the branches, watching the sun change the water from blues to pinks and purples.

Something you had decided you were doing, today.

Your market stall was doing well. Picking extra fruit the day before - working longer, later, for this.

Din’s look dubious, when you told him you were going in. Those eyes caught between watching and turning away, as your shirt was peeled off.

Left behind with your boots, socks, and pants.

Scattered across an old blanket, the pattern sun-bleached and faded.

A shiver wracked through you, at the cool cling of the water. A balm to the heat, soothing all those weeks spent working.

Step after step, as you had let the lake surround you. Head tipped up, as you let the water mute everything.

And underneath the clouds, you had let yourself go under.

There was a splash, at the shore.

The catch of the sun against metal, left amongst the thick grass. Half-undressed already, as he had rushed to follow once again.

Din’s hand had curled around your bicep - pulling you to the surface, leaving you sputtering.

Worry, etched in the lines of his face, when your eyes had opened.

You had laughed.

Not meaning to - his brows furrowing as you explained.

“I’m fine.” You grinned, “It’s just a lake. I’m not drowning”.

His heart hammered beneath the press of your palm. Fingers smooth against your skin, goosebumps raised with the prickle of wind.

With more than that, if you were being honest.

Even now, you’re not sure who had moved first.

Maybe you both did. A part of your lips and the tilt of your head, and suddenly, his mouth was covering yours.

His rough groan echoed your soft sigh, as arms wrapped around your waist to crush you against him.

Melding yourself against bare skin, as you opened for the lick of his tongue.

The kiss had been clumsy. Clicking teeth and churning water as you grasped at each other. Unable to get enough, now that you’d begun.

But there’d been something practiced in the way he touched you. In the cup of his palm as he felt your warmth, thrust beneath the surface of the lake.

How he tucked you beneath him on the blanket, back at shore. A knee shifting as it pressed into your thigh, opening you up for him further. The weight of him as his hips rolled - separated by thin, soaked fabric.

You can still remember the way he groaned against your mouth when you tugged on his curls. How his skin felt feverish to your touch, and you knew yours must have faired the same - those weeks of wondering and wanting building. Taking off full tilt, and neither of you wanted to stop.

His hand had slipped to cup the back of your head, as your hips lifted. A rough sound when you brushed against the straining weight of his cock - tentative at first, and then desperate.

“Tell me I can have you.”

Another roll of his hips, and heat bloomed in your belly, as a confession slipped free. Husked into the shell of your ear.

“I haven’t wanted anything the way I want you.”

Your breath hitched, as something in your stomach bloomed. Clinging to him even tighter, as he nosed against your throat.

“You can’t know that.”

But out of everything, this had been one thing he was certain of. Drawing back until he hovered above you, blotting out everything else.

“I do.” It was soft. Emphatic, as his fingers kept your face tilted up to meet his, “I just know it. Can feel it, when I’m with you.”

It’s enough.

What remained was tugged off, left among the grass. The ragged groan warm against your skin when he finally sank to the hilt inside you, your cry lost among the lapping waves and birdsong.

Learning each other in new ways, committing each second to memory.

“Please-“ It slipped from you.

Your peak had dangled just out of reach, inching closer each time you took him fully. Your thighs hooked around his hips, driving him deeper. Needing more.

“I know, cyar’ika.” He mouthed at your throat. Teeth scraped against skin, needing his mark to linger, “Feels so fucking good. I shouldn’t have waited. I-“

The rest was lost, in the snap of his hips. The admission, the sweet name coming from a place deep inside him, as something forgotten slipped free.

Gold had burst behind your lids. The sunlight was demanding, filtering through as you drifted among the clouds.

Never knowing bliss like this, until him.

It snatched your breath, as your heart galloped away from you. Thrumming down and around him as he growled your name - before he followed, just as he always did.

Content to sink into your embrace.

After - your fingers traced over sun-warmed skin.

An ache in your chest, at the split slash at his hip. The healed blaster wound on his chest. Another mark against his ribs, one that had long faded.

A dozen others, cut into the planes of his torso.

He let you, as he sank into the grass. Head tipped up, eyes closed as you trace out words you’re not ready to say.

Biting them back, from the tip of your tongue.

Ones that echo his from before.

Ones about wanting. Needing.

You’d make new memories with him.

You’d help him remember if that’s what he wanted. Write down every detail, until he could see the bigger picture.

Until he could piece things back together.

It might take time - but in that pocket of summer, it didn’t matter.

Together, you’d have plenty of that.

It’s been two weeks now, since you’ve spent every night together.

The evening after the lake had been an unspoken thing. An entwining of hands again, and you had led him into your space.

His few things mixed with yours in the nights that came after, the bed in your guest room untouched for days.

You slept better than you ever did before. Eased by the weight of him beside you. Comforted by his presence, content to wind down the evenings with your limbs twined together.

A breeze sifted in through the cracked window, after another long day. With the lights off, you could see the sky above - the scattering of twinkling stars against a blanket of inky indigo.

Din’s eyes were drawn to it, often. Head tipping up, as the sun set, and the moon slipped into view. Minutes passing, with his eyes narrowed.

Sifting through broken slivers, twisting them until they fit.

“Do you think you’ve been up there?” Your head cradled against his shoulder. His arm was warm where it wound around you, your eyes fixed on the stars like his were.

He was silent for a long moment - the room filled with the hum of evening life, the steady inhale-exhale of breath.

“I think so.” It came slowly, “I dream of flying. And it feels…”

The words trailed off, a breath before he finished.

“It feels like I have.”

Your hand squeezed against his arm, thumb smoothing over skin.

“I’ve never been.” You admitted, “I’ve always wanted to go somewhere when I was younger. Anywhere.”

You’d spend ages pouring over holo-novels, dreaming of seeing different planets. The sprawling city of Coruscant. The forests of Kashyyyk, Beaches in Iloh, the vast stretch of the ocean before you.

“I’d take you.” His voice was a rumble, beneath your ear, ”I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

Your head tilted, as you regarded him.

Curls mussed from your fingers, crushed against the cushion of your pillow.

Eyes dark and expectant. Earnest - you knew he was telling the truth.

You smiled, as your head dipped. Your admission breathed out, just before your lips touched to his.

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”

It’s been one day since everything changed.

Your afternoon at the market drawing out into the night. A runaway speeder clipping the side of the booth, sending fruit to spill upon the ground. The awning drooped, the wooden pole splintering.

Din had stepped away to get supplies. Your fingers smeared with pulp as you scavenged what you could, tucking fruit back into boxes.

Disposing enough that worry had begun to creep beneath your skin, prickling.

It had taken two hours to fix, his hands overlapping yours as the new piece was fitted into place.

The bag of credits tucked in your pocket, the evening light stretching out your shadows on the walk home.

And on a long strip between old buildings, the split of shadows became four.

Then six, as you found yourself boxed in.

Your heartbeat leaped, with the gravel-rasp of one of their voices. The glint of metal - a blaster, held loosely in the palm of a hand.

“Been looking for you. You’re hard to find, know that?”

There was an ache in your hand, as it wrapped around Din’s pauldron. It’s immediate - the way his arm had reached out, tucking you between him and the stone wall behind you.

“I don’t know them.” There was a wobble in your voice.

A rough laugh answered, “Not you, girlie.”

Din.

The knot in your chest dropped to your stomach. Fear like acid in your throat.

“The Tribe is looking for you. Not too happy you split. Offered a hefty sum.” It’s too casual, for the way the blaster pointed at Din’s chest. Still at each end of the alley, but each word brought them closer.

“Children of the Watch, too. It’s tempting, but…”

Din’s back was strung tight beneath your touch. These words meant nothing to you - names you didn’t recognize. References you didn’t understand.

The man was close enough then that you could see the glint of his eyes. The pull of lips across teeth that felt too sharp. An urge inside to run - but Din was too solid to move, and you couldn’t bear to leave him.

They paused, as their eyes dipped.

“Personally, I think we’d much rather have that.”

It’s almost as if Din instinctively knows what he meant, with the way his hands slipped to the black hilt.

Where it’s sat for weeks - an ever-constant, silent presence.

Two of the men had twitched, a foot shifting backward.

“Dead or alive, Mandalorian.” The man’s voice turned pressing, tipping towards desperate, “Doesn’t make a difference. Don’t need you, and definitely don’t need her-“

The blaster twitched towards you, and it’s as if a switch was flipped - no more than a heartbeat passed before the blade hummed to life in Din’s hand.

Inky black, fathomless. Consuming, as it swung through the air, and the last light of the sun dimmed with its presence.

Unnatural. Dangerous.

There was the smell of burnt flesh. The man’s arm cleaved at the bicep, paired with a wail.

A shorter knife pulled from Din’s hip, seated into their chest. The cry cut short. Red smeared across his armor, as you sank back against the wall in shock.

The destruction made sense, now. The carnage you had found him in - you had thought he'd been the lone survivor in a battle.

A half-truth, at least.

Instead you saw him for what he was.

You can picture what happened - for it was playing out in front of you. He moved as if he were made for this.

Fluid. Too much so, muscle memory kicking in, in a way that tells you he had done this many times before.

A second downed, before you managed to move. His name was weak on your lips as you reached for him, trying to keep him from pursuing after the rest who scattered.

Flinching, when his head whipped your way. Your own face had reflected back at you from his visor, fear widening your eyes - and for a moment, you didn’t recognize him.

The fierce warrior, in front of you.

But then, it was there.

Finding him in the slope of his shoulders. The way he stood - weapons sheathed as he cupped your face.

Urging you back toward home, trying to shield you from the mess that had become stuck to your thoughts like burrs.

It's only these weeks together, that had your legs moving. The fact that it's still him - that he did this for you - even if it caused your stomach to lurch.

Letting him take you as far as the house, then deeper.

You needed all that red gone. His armor peeled away in the golden, safe lights of home.

He husked your name once, then twice. Red-stained hands catching at your own. Excuses and promises murmured out, crackling through his helmet.

“I couldn’t let them touch you.”

“Cyare, please-“

And you only relented, with the lift of his helmet. Those brown eyes finding yours, and it’s only then that you could breathe again.

Letting him erase what happened, as his mouth brushes against yours. Waiting for you to close the gap - and, you had.

The jolt and sting of the near misses eased with the touch of hands that you’d come to know well. Stripping him as bare as you felt, the stained armor left at the foot of your bed - the hilt stinging your hand, pain prickling up your arm as it had dropped to the floor.

Trying to erase what happened, as you fell into the man you knew, until it all feels like a bad dream.

He did this for you.

It echoed in your mind, and from his lips. Assurances uttered, with the low rasp of his voice. Smeared across your skin, pressed against the soft curve of your inner thighs.

Filling you, with a familiar weight. Fingers entwined as you��re flipped onto your belly, another promise groaned into your ear.

“I’ll always take care of you.”

“You’re mine.”

“You’re safe.”

It lingered, after. You fell asleep with that thought, those words, letting them wrap around you like a cocoon.

Maybe if you believed it hard enough, it would be true.

There’s a weight when you wake.

A third companion, in the slow creep of the morning hours. Silent as it follows you.

Somber in the eyes that almost meet, only to just miss each other.

You don’t know how to take what happened. The admission after - everything you’ve ever wanted to hear, just at the wrong time.

Wishing you had been back at the lake again, instead.

Wishing you had said something, then. That you had left the stall broken, and gone home early.

Because while it doesn’t really change things, you still reeling with the change from the slow, idyllic life you’ve become accustomed to. The two sides of the coin, of the man you’ve come to love.

That heaviness between you swells - cracking open, with the silhouette of figures against the horizon.

That fear creeps back again, as you look to him. Leaning into the hand at your shoulder once more, tucking you amongst the grove.

But it’s not the men from last night.

The ones that slip through the trees look like him. Gleaming helms, covered head to toe.

Long capes and blasters at their hips, a commanding voice ringing out from the woman whose gold helmet is adorned with twin horns.

"Djarin."

A name, a title, you think - you cannot tell. But dread still curls in your stomach, mirroring the ache when his blade had arced through the air.

You wonder if they were the ones looking for him. Wonder where they’ve been, how they knew-

“You must have known we’d come for you. That it would lead you to us.” Her head cocks, as she takes him in. Voice turning sharp, cracking like a whip.

"You’ve been gone too long. You toe the line of dar'manda, mand'alor.”

He flinches, as one last phrase is uttered.

“Ibic haar Yust.”

This time the words - what is spoken - does something to him.

Din’s posture straightens, as if awakening from a long slumber. Hands methodical with the way they drop to the clip at his waist, unlatching his helmet.

Your Mandalorian disappears beneath, his voice distorting with his dutiful echo.

“This is the way.”

He leaves your side, and your brow knits. Hand reaching for the tattered cape as he goes to them, though the fabric slips through your fingers.

The pit in your stomach drops, as you call after him - panicked.

That single syllable stretches long.

Becoming lost to the wind.

He doesn't answer. Doesn’t react. Doesn't turn, as he rejoins his clan. Melding in with the others - their figurehead back in place, after weeks of searching. The darksaber back where it belonged, calling out with spilt blood, until it could find its way home.

After all, that name was never yours.

And neither was he.

thank you for reading, and thank you again freya for this event! it was so fun to use your images for inspiration, and to tap into that angst

cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

cyare - beloved

Ibic haar Yust. - ‘this is the way’

dar’manda - the state of being ‘not mandalorian’

mand’alor - leader of the mandalorians

[jayke0]

A Pleasant Surprise

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem reader

Summary: Steven has had something on his mind for a while now, and finally he divulges his fantasy to you; degrading was certainly not on your playing cards.

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: sub!Steven, dom!reader, “mommy” title, degrading, grinding, cumming in pants, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 1,441

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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When Steven had come to you with a “fun idea”, you'd expected something along the lines of ”naive uni teacher gets fucked by his student”, but this was so much better.

“Love? I have a, uh…suggestion,” Steven calls from the bathroom between brushing his teeth. “Well, it's more of a proposal, really.”

“Yeah? Go on.” You're sitting in your bedroom reading some gruesome crime novel that Marc seems to have a real distaste for.

You hear the water running briefly before your boyfriend joins you in the room, warm morning sun streaming in through the cracked curtains and casting a soft glow over his face. “I mean, we don't have to do it now of course. I know you're reading and all that, and I have to get to work in a bit–.”

You close your book and pat the edge of the bed, making him instantly respond to your gesture by placing himself down. “I'm all ears, sweetheart, lay it on me.”

Blood rushes to Steven's face as he actually thinks about saying it outloud, feet shuffling a little on the creaky floorboards. The words feel stuck in his throat now that he has to speak them, despite the fact he'd thought about the whole image on numerous occasions... and in great detail.

“Heeyy c’mon,” your hand brushes his arm, and you move closer to him to wrap your arms fully around his, crinkling his blue floral shirt. “You know I can't read your mind, Steven… Though I wish I could, that'd be super fucking helpful, then the other two couldn't lie to me.”

His chuckle makes you smile and you feel him draw in a long breath.

”I wanna like… grind against you… and I want you to mock me for it, u-until I cum… in my trousers…”

The pauses between his words are almost comical, but you look up at his face and see that he's completely serious, looking at you with wide eyes and waiting for an answer.

“Oh! Right.”

“Ah, Gods! No no... no no no no no, forget it–.” He frantically shakes his head, his hands doing the same as his face scrunches. “It's weird, I'm sorry, pretend I never said anything. Me and my big bloody mouth.”

“Steven,” you say between giggles, hand resting on his soft face to pull his gaze towards you. “It's not weird, silly! I just didn't expect you to be the one that's into degrading.” Careful not to fall back off of the bed, you climb onto his lap, thighs either side of his as you examine his expression, how gorgeous he looks with his brows knitted together and his unruly curls that Marc would definitely be gluing down with copious amounts of gel right about now.

His chest deflates as he lets out a soft sigh, resting his head on your chest out of embarrassment while you link your arms around his neck to run your fingers through the long curls at the back of his head. You feel his hands graze up your back, gliding under your night shirt and making you shiver with the warmth.

“Are you sniffing me?”

“No! Well…” he pauses, “yeah, but not in a creepy way.” The man lifts his head and looks up at you with those big doe eyes, and you watch them close as you start rolling your hips down on him slowly. You're only in your underwear underneath that shirt, but Steven is fully clothed and ready for work… or at least he would be, if his eyes weren't fluttering shut and arousal wasn't growing in his tummy.

“I promise you, darling, I like your idea.” You reassure him with your hips drawing slow circles against the material of his trousers, creating a delicious friction. “As long as you tell me if it's too much, alright?”

The bed creaks a little with your grinding before he looks up at you, nodding with a kind of desperation in his eyes that lights a fire in your gut.

“You promise?”

“Yeah love, yeah I promise.” He says, his voice a little more whiny.

You don't bother yourself with working out the psychological reasons for why your boyfriend enjoys being degraded about how long he can last, chalking it up to his masculinity, despite your reassurances that he's just as much of a man as his other two alters.

“You've got 10 minutes, think you can do that?”

Steven groans at your question, since both of you know all too well that 10 minutes is more than enough time. Still, he nods, big puppy dog eyes looking up at you and begging you to divulge in his vision.

A smirk creeps across your face when you see those glassy eyes, your gaze trailing down to the blush dusting his cheeks and the straining muscles in his neck.

“God Steven, I love the way you look at me. Look at those big soft eyes, all for mommy, aren't they?”

He lets out a whimper with the use of that title, his cock stirring in his trousers and reminding you of the thin barrier that's stopping you from grinding on the rough material of his slacks all together. The man doesn't take his gaze off of you; he drinks in every one of your features as if he's seeing you for the first time.

Rocking his hips up, he pants.

“Yes mommy, all for you, I'm all for you.”

“That's right, sweetheart, those desperate eyes are for me. that dumb little face is mine.” You lean forward and nip his bottom lip, soothing it afterwards with your tongue as he gasps and bucks his hips.

“I can feel you twitching, baby. You just can't help it, can you? Always getting so worked up and hard when I'm around, maybe I should put this pretty cock in a cage, what do you think?��

Steven's shoulders drop as he leans forward into your neck, biting and sucking any skin he can get his mouth on while his hot breath and whimpers raise goosebumps over your skin.

The suction he had in your neck is broken as his head is suddenly jerked backwards, your grip tight in his hair and making him whimper pathetically.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he tries to suppress his moans, his head nodding wildly. “Yes mommy, I'd– agh–I'd love that.” His hips buck again.

“Mhm.. then you'd at least last longer than 5 minutes, you'd actually be able to fuck me properly.”

Steven's mouth hangs agape, his eyes now squeezed shut as his grip on your hips tighten and he guides your hips down on him harder, wanting more, anything.

“Sh–it… Ah- Feels so good.” His eyebrows knit together in a beautifully strained way. “More, gimme more–.”

You tut with a small smirk on your lips, rocking back and forth to coat his trousers in your own arousal that's seeped through your underwear.

“Oh, look at you, you gonna cum in your pants, baby? Gonna prove how pathetic you are to mommy?” You feel the muscles in his shoulders and back tighten. “C'mon sweetheart, cum for me, ruin those pants.”

Sweet moans and whimpers tumble from the man's rosy lips as he finally lets go, staining his boxers enough that you feel the wetness as it soaks a spot on his trouser leg.

His grip on your hips loosens, but he doesn't stop whimpering, soft babbles and huffs escaping his throat as he calms down. You stroke his head, combing your fingers through his hair as your hips slow. “Good boy, you're such a good boy, Steven.” You smile brightly at him, despite the fact his eyes are still shut.

They only flutter open when he feels your hand stroking his cheek and tilting his head down.

“Are you ok, baby? How do you feel?”

His cheeks are flushed bright red still, beads of sweat sitting on his forehead from the warmth of his button-up shirt. A smile cracks across his face as he nods shyly, “I'm ok– great, yeah.. I'm great, actually.”

“You sure? I didn't hurt your feelings, did I?”

He shakes his head and tilts face to kiss your palm. “No, you didn't, love. I promise.”

His eyes drift down to the wet patch on his trousers, your eyes following as you chuckle softly.

“Should probably change…” He mumbles while resting his head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” You place a kiss on his neck as you embrace him, ignoring the fact that he will most definitely be late to work… again.

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[unholybacon355]

Milk Coffee

Mina x Reader

Words Count: 3.6k

A/N: You and your coworker Mina take a lovely breakfast together this morning at the office.

It had been an intense week of work, and it just didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. You and your team were currently working into making a contract for a new client that you bring to the company, giving everyone the smallest of margins regarding time, and placing a lot of pressure upon every detail so it remained perfect. There wasn't a day in which you didn’t stay after work hours, so coffee and energy drinks had become your greatest allies.

One particular night you had seemingly fallen asleep in the office, finishing so late that it was no longer worth going home. You simply decided to sleep on a couch in the break room. Your co-worker, and faithful assistant in your arduous task, Miyou Mina, had just happened to have fallen asleep on the sofa next to you when you entered the room, so, carefully and quietly, you made your way into your own temporary bed, the couch, and slept through the night.

Mina was a cheerful girl, despite always having loads of work like everyone else she never lost her smile. Sometimes you even wondered how a girl like her had come to be your co-worker. The word beautiful fell short for the likes of her, if elegance and beauty had a baby, Mina would certainly be her name.Not just her beauty, but she also most definitely had a figure any model would envy, and that gorgeous polka-dotted face of hers could make you buy whatever product she was advertising.

The company didn’t really have any rules about relationships between colleagues,as long as it didn't affect the performance, it wasn't a problem for anyone.But maybe in another life, where you weren't so committed and invested in work, you would have tried something with her despite the small age difference between you both.

The morning after you both passed the night on the break room couches, she decided to go out for some pastries for breakfast. The well equipped kitchen in the room allowed you to make some coffee for yourself and Mina, figuring that a nice cup would wake some senses for you both.

You and Mina were basically the only people in the building. The cleaning crew didn’t work weekends, and there was still time for anyone to arrive as well. Not to mention, you had instructed everyone to come in an hour later than usual, knowing they had earned it from the gruesome week of work that raged through.

Even though you weren't the boss, you were high enough in the chain of command to make those decisions, and after all they didn't have to suffer from the extra work you brought into the office. It was fifteen minutes to nine and you knew no one would arrive until half past that hour as you had previously told them, so you knew you had some quality time to have breakfast in peace with Mina.

Who knows, maybe today you would feel a little brave to flirt with her, but just a little. After all, reactions from cute girls like Mina would naturally bring your mood to the max.One thing is certain, and that was that you hoped that your occasional glimpses of her deep cleavage or her luscious legs had gone unnoticed. Even when you stole glances at her perfectly molded butt, which, regardless of whether she was wearing a skirt or a dress, it had always managed to look deleitable.

The last few weeks, you had also noticed that her touches and glances towards you were becoming a frequent thing, the occasional brush of your arm whenever she laughed, the playful rolling of your hair whenever she stood next to your chair, and leaning on your shoulder as you took the elevator to get to your floor. Not only that, but the occasional brush of your legs, the playfulness when you both sat together, and the faint feeling of her feet brushing against your legs whenever she sat across from you were also signs that she might have been having a little too much fun with you.

But again, you wouldn’t think too much about it. Small office would always lead to a lot of interactions. It was ten minutes to nine when you heard the door opening once again, noticing your coworker entering while carrying a small box that seemingly contained the pastries.

Mina always radiated beauty even in the most occasional of outfits. A simple cream-colored blouse with a bow adorning the middle, the jacket agreeing with the skirt that showed her long legs, meaty thighs. And the high heels with straps that secured her ankles. Everything made you want to admire her more closely. You had noticed how she had touched up her makeup before leaving for the pastries, but you didn’t have the time to admire her beautiful hair cascading behind her shoulders, something you quickly did as she entered with a smile. Despite the simplicity of her clothes, Mina had managed to look radiant. As if she had belonged in a runway and not a corporate office.

"Hope I didn't take too long, there were lots of people this morning." She apologized even though in reality she had only been out for a few minutes. "Don't worry, I made us some coffee in the meantime, so I would have still waited ifit wasn’t ready for when you came- woah.” You turned and suddenly stopped, a cup in each hand and almost spilling the contents on the person in front of you.

There she was, Mina, with her back facing you, on tiptoes that attempted to reach in order to get some plates from the cabinet in the wall; so, naturally, her skirt rose, blessing you with the sight of her smooth things from behind. Her extended form made the fabric clung to her curves , giving you a clear view of the shape of her ass, the sight of her cheeks parted without any effort was a blessing.

The sudden stop made you unable to move immediately, not to mention the way you ogled at her perfect backside like an animal, so, once she put her weight back on her heels you were practically touching each other involuntarily, making Mina let out a sudden gasp, as your heart jumped at the sudden touch. Her shapely butt pressing against your erection, which had formed at the speed of sound, but who could blame you with a view so perfect?

Mina didn't say anything, she stood still for a few seconds, making you swallow hard at what was going to be happening with you and your career. But to your surprise, she did something that took your breath away completely. Against all odds, Mina began to slowly rub her bottom in circles over your erection. "Oh. Did you get that hard just from a little glance?” You couldn't believe what you had just heard, but you weren't going to complain about what was happening either. “I didn't think you were that shy. Or maybe this isn’t really what you’re into?” She added to your silence. "I've seen the way you look at me, I know you want me."

You slowly put the two cups of coffee down on the kitchen worktop, thinking about what you were about to say."If this is some kind of prank you're going to regret it." Truth was that you wanted to grab her hips and rub against her, but if it was some kind of trick to make you fall, you'd rather stay safe. Although from her apparent response, she was very convincing, and that’s because she decided to rub her ass up and down your erection behind your pants. It was painfully slow but satisfyingly hard, the pressure she put into it made her cheeks part enough so that your cock could be felt between her rear. And she, instead of saying a word, just let out a small moan.

That moan was your breaking point, not being able to resist anymore, you took her by her slim waist, making the girl let out a gasp and a moan after you pulled her towards you even more. Letting your covered shaft be smothered by her parted asscheeks. More muffled moans escaped her mouth as she straightened herself to press her whole body against you. In an almost reflexive act, you began to plant kisses on her neck, still not finding the right mindset to believe how this was happening.

Mina rested her head on your shoulder as a sigh escaped her lips the moment you moved her hips a certain way, this only gave you more access to the intoxicating aroma of her skin, as you were able to take in the sweat that covered her body mixed with the perfume that she had applied the day before. After all, neither of you had had the opportunity to clean yourselves properly since you both spent the night at the company, but far from upsetting you, it only made your desires grow by the second.

You leave her waist and raise your hands to her supple chest, kneading both her breasts, as you bring your mouth closer to hers. Smothering her neck all over while approaching her full lips, until you finally connected hers with yours. Your tongues began to tangle in such a lustful way that you thought was forgotten in you. After all, it has been a long time since you've done something like that. The constant worrying of your job made it impossible for you to be this intimate with someone, relying on sad and lonely occasionally handjobs to relieve some pressure.

Mina decided to suddenly break away from your lips, and touch, making you surprised and left wanting more, but immediately thinking that all of this was just a cause of your twisted fantasies, that she was just playing with you to end your career and take over your place. But the moment she turned and smiled made all of those thoughts fly far away. As if that wasn’t enough, she reached down to raise her skirt and you were able to see her underwear

"We have a lot of time." She breathed out before getting between your legs and pressing her center against your thigh, as you took her by her rear to help her out with her plan, making you hiss at the soft feel of her supple asscheeks on your hands, making you give involuntary hard squeeze that earned you another moan from her lips.

You glanced at the clock on the wall.Nine o'clock, which meant you still had at least half an hour before someone would arrive. More than enough time to do whatever you were going to do in that little kitchen.

Mina began to rub against your leg at a pace that was slowly increasing over time, noticing the quiet moans and irregular breaths as she rubbed herself against you, you decided to help the chase of her orgasm by squeezing even harder on her ass, and kissing her once again.

Moving a little towards the furniture beside her, pressing yourself closer to her, you squeezed her ass and pressed your knee against the furniture, lifting your leg slightly, and pressing your thigh against her drenched cunt even more. Mina had now stood on her tippy toes because this was intense for her, riding your leg with a more feverish rhythm, as you left one of her cheeks to move your hand under her blouse and up to her chest.

Once again, your lips met and your tongues began a battle that seemed to have no winner. You could feel her quiet moans in your mouth, the way her body began to shake lightly as her movements became irregular, and you were more than sure that if it weren't for the fabric of your pants you would also feel her wetness on your leg.

You were met with little resistance on her bra that you would have loved to remove it completely so you could reveal those nice pairs of tits in all their glory, but you settled for playing with her stiff nipple since she was seemingly loving it if it wasn’t by the way she began moaning loudly out in the open room of the kitchen.

You knew you didn't have time to get naked and fuck right there, so the thigh-riding athad to do it, but the fact that she was practically using you to masturbate made you painfully hard by the second, your hard cock throbbing for some attention; but you could only keep using your hands to knead her body, wanting nothing more but to help her chase out her own pleasure.

You went back to her neck, kissing, licking it, savoring it, hungry for her. Little beads of sweat were beginning to gather on her pale skin by the way she moved around your thigh, and you were more than happy to wipe them away with your tongue. The scent of her dirty body from her sex and from spending the night in the office turned you on in a way you never would have imagined.

You used the remaining hand you had on her ass, to grab the back of her neck so you could more comfortably devour her neck, so you could suck on her collarbone and lick her chin, you were freaking out over Mina’s body as her thrusts into your leg became frantic, her moans rising in volume.

She held you tightly by your shoulders and you understood that she was about to cum, you kneaded her chest with need and you kissed her again more than anything to silence her moans. She couldn't play with her tongue anymore, she was too focused on moving her hips and keeping her heels up, so you raised your leg higher to take her off the ground, and taking her up the ass again you hit her as hard as you could. Mina hid her face in the crook of your neck, and in between spasms, and screams of pleasure, she climaxed.

Her whole body trembled against yours, causing her body to collapse against your chest the moment her orgasm finally seemed to be subsiding. You kept squeezing her ass just to feel it, loving the way your fingers sank around the flesh of her supple cheeks, and squeezing hard at one cheek to pull apart from the other.

Your bodies were still so close that despite both of them being fully clothed you could feel the throbbing of her pussy against your thigh at each deep breath she too, a breath that tickled your neck, as you found that despite not having done much you were also panting as if you had just ran a marathon.

You slowly lowered your leg and lowered Mina to the ground, but she was still so tired that she could barely stand, she was still holding you and breathing against your neck.

You stayed like that in silence for a few minutes feeling each other's body, loving the feel of her ass, the constant squeeze of her breasts, just catching your breath in a small kitchen filled with the aroma of sex, and coffee.

That is until Mina started caressing your chest and then lowering her hand until she put it in your pants. She didn't even say anything, and neither did she unbutton your pants when she began handling your cock, she just reached under your clothes and wrapped her fingers around your hard shaft before she slowly began to jerk you off, slowly and with little movement because her hand and your erect member didn't leave much room inside your pants.

Forms of affection swapped as well, with Mina beginning to plant soft and chaste kisses on your neck and chin, as her other hand rubbed along your chest, she was a little shorter than you so now that she was on the ground she had to stretch out a bit to kiss you, by lifting herself on her toes, and you could still feel her erratic breath as she pumped your cock, making you shiver at the tight yet comfortable grip she held on you.

You didn't want to let go of her ass as she worked on your cock, the soft skin of her buttocks felt so good in your hands. Her tender flesh was so malleable but firm that it seemed to melt between your fingers, but you really needed Mina's hand to move more freely, so, almost against your will, you let go of her ass to open your pants and lower them just enough for your cock to spring out.

The release of your cock was welcomed by both of you, her hand now having more range of motion which increases your pleasure, however, Mina did not increase the pace, she continued to slowly masturbate you pressing her fine fingers on your throbbing cock. Twisting her at a rate that almost made your balls ache, pressing her palm on your reddened tip, making your knees weak from her delicate touch to the point where you started moaning and breathing heavily by her technique.

You needed to come soon or you were going to go crazy, besides, you knew you didn't have much time left according to the clock on the wall, it was fifteen past nine, which meant that someone might be showing up soon. But that didn't seem to matter to Mina who simply kept kissing across your jaw without a care in the world as she kept caressing your cock endlessly slowly.

Missing her supple cheeks by a certain stroke that made you rest your hands on the counter behind you, you once again moaned next to her ear, feeling your cock twitching suddenly by her touch. You took another look at the clock and started to worry, it was only ten minutes before kick-off time and you were sure your neck was covered in her lipstick; also both were disheveled and with wrinkled clothes. Not to mention that your thigh had been stained with moisture from your partner's orgasm. Somehow Mina seemed to understand your concerns and she started stroking you harder, moving her hand up and down with a frenzy she hadn't shown until now. You helped her by moving your hips to fuck her hand reaching a new level of pleasure

You could feel the pressure building up in your balls, you knew you were about to explode and it was going to be a lot. To tell the truth, it had been weeks since the last time you came, so you couldn't take it anymore. Closing your eyes and tilting your head back waiting for the release, you couldn’t see what happened next as your breath hitched and slammed onto Mina’s hand one last time.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back waiting for the release, so you didn't see what happened next. Without stopping jerking off Mina took one of the forgotten coffee cups and pointed your cock at the dark liquid. With your eyes closed you had one of the best orgasms of your life, the release felt so good that you couldn't suppress the moans and moans that came out of your mouth. You almost fell apart right there as your legs were shaking a little, and only Mina's strong grip on your cock seemed to keep you going. Milking you to the last drop of creamy cum, she didn't stop jerking you off until she was completely sure it was all out. However, she did not let go of your shaft.

Now a little calmer you opened your eyes, and smiling for the relief you looked at her expecting to find her a mess. You thought she was going to be mad because you must have cum all over her blouse or skirt, but instead of finding the fabric ruined you saw your load floating in the coffee cup. She kissed your lips without giving you time to react, and finally she released your erection. The truth was that you would have preferred to cum in her mouth or on her body, but you didn't care at all about having done it over the coffee; after all that was the least of it.

You stared at each other for a moment as you both caught your breath, grinning like idiots, and still wanting to trade kisses. You didn't know what what had just happened meant, if it was going to be something at once or if it was going to represent the beginning of something. However, all those thoughts quickly drifted away from you when you heard the front door knob turn.

Quickly Mina gave you one last chaste kiss on your lips and separated from you heading out of the kitchen. In one hand she was holding the coffee cup with your milk, so she used the other to adjust her skirt. Before the fabric returned to their place you could see how her pretty butt practically swallowed her underwear, product of all the hustle and bustle, and how your fingers had been marked on her pale buttocks. But what made your cock hard again was watching her lift the cup to her mouth and take a deep sip of coffee before walking out to greet the newcomer.

You were stunned for a few seconds and then you realized that this was your chance to sneak into the bathroom without being seen. So even with the image of what had just happened you ran to hide to fix your clothes and clean up a bit, leaving behind your cup of cold coffee and the kitchen smelling of sex.

[notmorbid]

we could be rats.

dialogue prompts from we could be rats by emily r. austin.

that's the most insensitive thing you could have said.

i never say the right thing.

i wasn't the type of kid who wanted to be a teenager.

there were times i thought i hated you.

maybe if we'd met as adults, things would have been different.

i was the kind of kid who believed toys had hearts and souls.

nothing is ever purely good, is it? there's always a rotten piece.

i'm not depressed. i feel great.

i'm not the same person you knew.

did you feel like you knew me, the last couple of years?

i don't think i've ever been described as 'smart' before.

would it help to hear a joke?

why didn't the skeleton go to the party? because they had no body to go with.

am i getting too morbid?

i have you listed as my next of kin.

do you think i'm being insensitive and gruesome?

just bury me in a garbage bag.

i never really honed being well-mannered, did i?

i think i've accidentally made up white lies that were ruder than the truth.

creeps like us have to stay alive.

we haven't put a label on it.

i think your definition of 'creep' might be different than mine.

say i was abducted by aliens, or something.

are you mad at me? it's okay, if you are.

is my tone making you madder? i bet it is.

i don't plan to haunt you.

____ is like a comic book villain. like a caricature of a bad guy.

listen to people who have different experiences than you do.

you're being an asshole.

we're supposed to examine what's wrong, or it festers.

i used to think i could do anything.

what happened? are you hurt?

do i look normal to you?

the actual experience is never quite what's promised, is it?

it feels like i'm not the target audience for a lot of life.

tell people to fuck off more. take what you want. stir shit up.

everybody knows you.

i feel like i'm still a kid here.

i always cared about you.

everything will be fine. we'll find our way.

it didn't occur to me that not panicking was an option.

i feel sort of reborn.

it's hard to balance being both happy and considerate.

it's kinder to lie sometimes, right?

i'd rather be a pig than a cop. pigs are adorable.

being grown up feels like playing a board game with no instructions.

masks meld onto your face.

let's egg their car.

remember swinging, when you were a kid?

'to thine own self be true', or whatever.

people judge others by their own standards.

i don't remember how i got here.

i feel like i was cast as a character i'm not able to play.

i wouldn't want to live forever. would you?

i'm not sure there's a way to be alive without upsetting people.

inaction is an action.

dying is less scary than growing up.

is this actually happening? am i dreaming?

the trick to lying is to convince yourself.

i don't want you to feel sorry for me.

i feel like i don't know the things i'm supposed to. i feel like i'm pretending.

revolution is about creation, not destruction.

sometimes it's kinder to let people believe they're helping you, even when they're not.

i'd like to see where you grew up.

it sounds like a lot of people want to help you.

do you have people who want to help you?

did you egg my house?

there's no way the moon is a dude. she's got a soulful face. she's gorgeous.

we don't actually get much choice in life, do we?

i think i'm gay.

thinking about _____ sort of knocks the wind out of me.

if i hadn't met you, i'd be a totally different person.

i know i'm unbearable, but what else can i be?

i have a history of bad judgment.

what the hell did you just call me?

i'm not interested in small talk with people who offend or insult me.

i used to believe everyone was good.

i thought everyone felt that way.

did you hear it was on the news?

deep down, we're all who we were when we were kids.

being an adult is about re-finding who you were when you were eight years old.

i don't want to be someone who hurts people. i don't think i was meant to be that.

have you been outside today?