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mxstellatayte · 4 months

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Would a one shot abt Charles and the vibrator panties be a possibility. Asking for a friend😸

it most certainly would, dear nonnie!

hope you enjoy :)

nsfw below the cut <3 minors please do not interact!

warnings: she/her pronouns used for reader, exhibitionism, boring white men yapping on a catastrophic level, dom!charles, sub!reader, vibrator use!, oral (f receiving), charles leclerc eats pussy for his own pleasure argue with the wall, charles leclerc speaking french MMMM, EXHIBITIONISM, carlos makes a cameo

you’ve been walking around the ferrari event all night and you can’t think of any place you want to be less than this blasted gala. it’s a marketing event, so you have to maintain a certain level of composure throughout the evening, but it’s difficult when charles’ eyes meet yours across the hall and his right hand is in his pocket, fingers dancing just over the button to the remote that’s connected to the vibrator nestled in your cunt. the anxiety of him potentially pressing the button all night is almost worse than when he actually does. your fingers tightly grip the cocktail glass in your hand, sipping the drink in an attempt to soothe your nerves. the smooth burn of the expensive whiskey does nothing to calm the boiling feeling in your core, and you nearly jump when you feel his left arm wrap around your waist.

“good evening, mr. leclerc,” the executive of some social media marketing company says. you haven’t been paying attention to the conversation for the past twenty minutes, the slickness in your core overpowering your will to pay attention to the conversation at hand.

“good evening. i see you’ve been speaking to my partner, haven’t you? i hope you haven’t been boring her too much.” he says it so smoothly, so carelessly, that it makes you want to scream. how dare he have fun when you’re feeling such sexual torture.

“if i have, she’s been hiding it quite well,” the executive responds. “i was just explaining to her our ideal plan for working with scuderia ferrari in terms of social media marketing. she had some incredible ideas for potential campaigns if our deal goes through.”

“yes, that sounds like her,” and you nearly spill your drink on yourself when the vibrator inside of you turns on, a quiet yelp pulling its way from your throat. “oh, no, love, are you okay?”

“yes, i’m okay, thank you. if you’ll excuse me a moment, gentlemen.” your drink finds its way into charles’ hand and you try your best to walk in a straight line and keep your legs from quivering. charles does his best at putting on a façade of pure ignorance and confusion as he excuses himself from the conversation as well, utilizing the excuse of unusual behavior on your part to easily leave the conversation.

you barge through the heavy door to the bathroom and barely have the sense to check the smaller stall that contains the toilet before leaning against the cool tile wall and exhaling a heavy breath, cupping a hand over your cunt in an attempt to relieve the pressure building. After taking a few breaths, you jump when the door opens, but you’re glad to see charles’ face when the door opens. you nearly crumble when his hand retreats from his pocket and only increases the pressure of the vibrations, but his strong arms catch you, your hands scrabbling at the expensive fabric of his suit. “charles, please.”

“please what, mon cher?” you pout, moaning when the intensity is increased again.

“please, just fuck me. feels so good, just need you. need you inside of me.”

“there you go, beautiful. i knew you could ask nicely.” charles’s voice is smoother than honey to your ears, and when he helps you back up against the wall and pushes your legs around his shoulders, his knees gently hitting the floor, you feel yourself get impossibly wetter.

“charles, please. just-” your pleas are silenced when he runs his fingers along your panty-covered slit, a keening breath making you throw your head back.

“so wet for me, cherie. have you been like this all night?” his eyes flick up to your face and you can't help the whimper that crawls its way out of your throat.

“yes, all night. now, please, just let me cum.”

“such pretty words. i really should, huh?” with this, he pulls your soaked panties down your legs and slips them off your ankles and stuffs them into his pocket. as gently as he can, he pulls the vibe out of you and cleans it off with one of the soft white towels rolled into cylinders on the countertop next to him. “hold this for me?” he offers you the toy wrapped in the towel, which you accept with shaking hands. as soon as the toy is in your hands, he dives into your heat, his tongue expertly navigating you like the back of his hand. you immediately fight the moan that almost wrenches its way from your throat, but despite your best efforts, a whine escapes.

“fuck, feels so good, baby, please, don’t stop,” you moan, suddenly not caring about your noise level or the fact that several of ferrari’s sponsors for the upcoming racing season are just outside the bathroom door. despite your lack of mind for your reputation, charles pulls away, making you whine at the loss of contact, but his mouth is quickly replaced by his fingers gently pressing at your entrance, coating them with as much of your slick as he can before pressing them into you. the sudden intrusion makes your back arch and a gasp fill your lungs, but charles quickly tuts at you.

“gotta stay quiet for me, baby. don’t want everybody out there hearing how good i’m making you feel.” when your walls flutter around him, a movement so miniscule it could be passed off as his imagination, the corners of his lips quirk up into a smirk. “or,” he continues, pressing a delicate kiss to your clit, to which your hand not holding your vibrator to card through his hair and pull, “is that exactly what you want? for every single person outside that door to know who’s making you scream in the bathroom of a black tie event? for them to know that i’m the only person who can make you feel like this? make you sound like this?”

“i’ll stay quiet, baby, now please-” you cut yourself off with another whine because charles has leaned forward again, captured your clit between his lips, and sucks. “oh, fuck, charles. please, please don’t stop. feels so good.” you’re embarrassingly close to cumming from the short time he’s been eating you out and fucking his fingers into you, but you could care less. after being on the edge all night, you whine as you tighten and your back arches off of the wall, your right leg still propped up on charles’ shoulder. “charles, ‘m close. ‘m so close.” your fingers tighten in his hair, the pain on his scalp making him moan into your cunt, and the vibrations from his voice are the last thing you need before you’re sent over the edge, clapping a hand over your own mouth to stop your breathy moans from echoing too loudly off of the tile walls of the bathroom. he continues eating you out through your orgasm, and you almost have to push him off before he’s satisfied. “holy…”

“fuck,” he finishes, making you laugh. when you look down, charles looks absolutely wrecked. his hair is a mess from where your fingers ran through it, his eyes are droopy, pupils wide with lust, and his face from his nose down is covered in a mixture of your cum and his saliva. you almost take out your phone to take a photo of him, but you’re snapped out of your afterglow when someone pounds at the door.

your stomach drops, and charles blanches. you mouth a silent “fuck” to him, but somehow relief fills your body when you hear a familiar voice on the other side of the door. “oi, cabrón, open the door. it’s time you make even on that bet.”

HEEEEHEHEHEHE this one was so fun to write! let me know if i should do a part two!

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trying-harder-then-u · 6 months

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Philip wasn't used to all the stares he was getting from his workers; for god's sake, he was the CEO, and they should be paying respect to him, but instead all the builders to whom he paid the salary just stared in confusion and pity at the tall man in his suit guiding the investors around the construction site.

His black suit, thin build, and clean-shaven appearance drew a harsh contrast to the men that watched. The bored faces of the investors showed that they were just as interested in this as he was, so it was a respite when he managed to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.

Stumbling along, dirt and dust caking his boots, he finally ran into the manager of the property, a bulky man with a short fuse. "Where is the bathroom?" he inquired, only greeted by a judging glance as he stared down. "It's employee only; the public bathroom is a block away." Philip was shocked by the never-ending argument, but he made a mental note to find some recourse for the attitude. He picked his way through the clogged city blocks, finally coming to the public bathrooms.

As he walked into the graffiti-covered stall, he felt his disgust build as he saw a strange liquid covering not just the floor but the bathrooms and walls as well. and judging from the smell, he could tell where this liquid came from. Knowing that he didn't have time to waste, he quickly rolled up toilet paper and wiped down the seat of the toilet. After a few seconds, he went to chuck it when he stepped into a large puddle of cum, glaring at the gunk stuck on his heel. Using the wall to support him as he tried to scrape it off, he only managed to get it on his clothes before finally feeling more drip from the roof on top of his bald head.

Now thoroughly disgusted, he went to leave but found he couldn't; he seemed to be...

rooted to the spot? Phillip's whole body began to shiver as his eyes moved rapidly in his sockets. The shivering began to localize on his legs as a cracking sound filled the air. Did the door seem to grow bigger and bigger, or was he getting smaller? He remembered from the view that his height had gone from 6 feet 3 to 5 feet 6. His mind kept screaming as his body tingled, his thin arms tingled, and he began to thicken along with his legs, a small gut growing out.

His pale skin soon would change too as his skin darkened and tanned, matching that of his many workers. changed rapidly now, his once clean, shaven body growing hair all over and his slightly below-average "tool" shrinking a few inches. Finally able to leave, he felt his head fuzz as if his thoughts were being yelled at him through glass, but he did begin to panic when he didn't return to his investors but rather to the man. "Where have you been?" Phillip thought he was yelling; he couldn't hear anything, though. Looking down, his clothes also changed to a plain tee and some shorts; he truly looked just like a worker now.

The next 5 hours, his body went on autopilot, working harder than his old body ever had, but when the work day finally ended, he kept walking to a house he had never seen, climbing stairs after stairs before finally coming to a door that reeked of cum and sweat. Opening in, he saw a young Latino man, no pants, and busy playing some kind of video game. He somehow knew that this was the man whose cum had covered the bathroom that had caused all this.

glancing over the man—his boyfriend? No, that can't be. He was married, and his thoughts were getting harder. Mmm, Phillipe could see the bulge in the other man's underwear, and the other man obviously could see Phillipe's eyes. "Why don't you come help Daddy out, baby?" excitedly he moved forward and began stripping his BF. "That's it, ik you liked the stuff you found in the bathroom you slut, come get some from the source" as he greedily sucked away his memories. Natural, his Spanish accent? attractive to the ladies, not like he needs it with his boyfriend around. His memories shifted fully, and Philip was gone. He was Philip, a Mexican immigrant working hard so his hot boyfriend could play games. His life was difficult with working and then doing all the chores, but at least he got some good dick. and not a person would miss who he was...

#straight to gay #personality change #mental changes #top to bottom #racial change #gay tf #race change #male transformation #dom to sub #cock shrink

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drinksondaph · 1 month

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.ೃ࿐𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 » S.H

.ೃ࿐ PAIRING– Steve Harrington X fem!reader

.ೃ࿐WARNINGS– enemies to “lovers”, name calling, slight degradation, choking, finger stuff, nicknames, sexual acts in a public setting, sweaty men mention 18+

.ೃ࿐A/N – uhmmmmm first writing on this account, I've written on here before but wanted to start something new, request if you would like, I'm in a writing mood anddd lmk who else I should write for. Enjoyyyyyy mwah.

Steve Harrington is a pain in the ass

For 1,248 days he has done nothing but torment you, say slick shit behind your back, to your face, and on your fucking locker, how childish!

But for 1,248 days you've done nothing but fight back, called his phone and told him he won a life supply of Farrah Faucet spray (which he didn't) and you dropped off an empty pizza box to his house. Two ways to break a mans heart.

You hated Steve and Steve hated you that as that. It will always be that. Right?

There were twenty minutes until the last basketball game of the season, the last basketball game of Steve's entire high school career before he went off and graduated, doing who knows what after. He was gonna miss his friends, his status, how your legs looked in those knee high socks you always wore—Steve shook his head, fuck, he couldn't go in the game with a hard-on, he splashed cold water on his face, trying to remove the thought of you, you you you

You groaned as Nancy dragged you into the gym—hundreds of your peers crowding the bleachers, she continued to tug on your arm despite your protest, “Nancy, this is so fucking stupid, I don't want to see a bunch of guys running and sweating everywhere” you whined

Nancy gasped, “Are you insane?! Who doesn't want to see sweaty guys running around” she giggled and finally she pulled you into a seat

You can't believe you were here, you don't do basketball games you don't do school sports, especially if those sports consist of a big haired boy with an inflating ego

Just as the game was gonna start there was a commotion behind you, six smaller heads rushing into the seat, Nancy turned around to see her brother and his friends sitting content on the wooden bleachers “Mike! What the hell are you doing here?”

The boy in question scoffed, rolling his eyes, “We came to watch the game Nancy, don't flatter yourself”

You muffled your laughs with your hand as the siblings continued to squabble but soon after an obnoxious buzz interrupted the moment and Hawkins High's very own basketball team ran out to the court

Sighing, you prepared to be in your own personal hell for the next two hours

...

The game got fairly interesting, score coming down to 12-10 by the second quarter. You've made eye contact with Steve a few times each time ending with a sneer, you were mad, mad at yourself for eying Steve's arms as they flexed, the sweat on his skin shining under the reflection of the gym lights

The buzzer did what it does best and buzzed, signaling half time, you rolled your eyes and tapped on Nancy's shoulder, “Hey, I'm gonna go use the bathroom”

she nodded at you, giving you a thumbs up before you slipped out the bleachers, various bodies crowding the hallway, you just made your way to the restroom when you saw a big line forming out the door and along the bricked walls a sigh rolled through your lips before you eyed your surroundings until you you spotted the staff bathroom

scanning your eyes through the crowd, you slipped into the secluded restroom, quickly hopping from foot to foot until you reached the stall, you actually had to piss really bad and you wanted to grab a snack

quickly pulling down your skirt as you hovered over the toilet, finally getting the relief you needed, better than a fucking orgasm

Suddenly the bathroom handle started to jerk, nearly making you fall into the the toilet. Nervously you looked around realizing an actual staff member could come in, there was one stall. You were Fucked.

instinctively you deepened your voice, calling out “Uhm, occupied!”

that's when you heard a deep chuckle that came from a man causing you to panic a bit more—you yanked the skirt back over your hips, was your adult voice slightly convincing? Hell no

You decided to peek through the crack, trying to see how bad the damage would be when you glimpsed at a pair of slender legs clad in miniscule shorts, the ones the basketball team wore, you rolled your eyes realizing who the legs belonged to, “Fuckin' hell, Steven”

you let out a sigh, one you didn't know you've been holding in, you nimbly unlatched the stall lock, not paying attention to the smug boy who pushed himself off the wall, following you to the sink

“I'm honored you recognize me so easily sweetheart, truly”

You scoffed at his faux sincerity “Yeah well, your smell was telltale sign”

“I smell wonderous, thank you very much” Harrington bought his hand up to his chest faking offense once again

“Why the fuck are you here!?” your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced at him through the mirror

Truth be told he didn't know why he was here. He may or may not have seen you slip into the bathroom over the crowd, he can accidentally always notice when you would walk into, and out of a room, even if it was filled with tons of people

“The real question is what are you doing here?” he crossed his arms, leaning on the sink next to you, watching the warm water cascade through your fingers

“I was obviously taking a piss before you came prancing in here with t-those, booty shorts!”

Steve practically shrieked an amused, yet bewildered look on his face as he stared a you “you wish I was in booty shorts!”

you scoffed, the rough paper towel scratching at your hand as you murmured “slut”

Steve audibly gasped—the nerve of you

“you're one to talk”

“I know you're not calling me a slut–spell it!”

You don't know how but suddenly Steve's chest was pressed against yours as your back was pushed into the sink, the both of your breathing got heavier as his brown eyes gazed into yours

That's when he attached his lips to yours and brought you into a heated kiss, his tongue slipping through the small opening of your lips causing you to snap back into reality and push at Steve's chest

“You're a fucking asshole”

He pulled you to his lips again, his hold on your jaw never faltering, his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, collecting the remainder of your chapstick from the plump skin, right before he pulled away, “Don't think I never notice the way you check me out huh?”

His voice, laced in lust, causing you to squeeze your thighs together, attempting to relive the ache between your legs “you're delusional”

Steve brought his hand up to your neck, you attempted to keep an unfaltering composure as he applied slight pressure, but your eyes betrayed you as they began to roll back

He let out a light chuckle “So if I were to reach into your panties right now, you wouldn't be soaking wet?”

You frantically shook your head, not trusting yourself to utter a single word

Steve lifted your skirt and flowingly slipped two fingers into your undergarments, swiping through your folds and collecting your wetness in the process

Fuck you bitch you mentally spoke to your pussy

The pads of his fingers began to circle your clit and his grip on your neck got tighter, the sound of your slick and moans caused Steve's dick to stir in his pants

“You know you never were a good liar sweetheart” he rasped into your ear, pushing his middle finger inside of you while his thumb continued to rub circles on your bud

“M-more, please Steve I need more” your legs started to grow weak as his fingers reached deep parts of you that you've never even touched before

He easily slipped his pointer in next and began to make rapid movements in your pussy

“ Yeah? And you called me the slut earlier, yet look at you,” The sensation he caused in between your legs and the pressure he applied to your throat made you dizzy “Tell me who the real slut is baby, hmm?”

Your wetness coated your thighs as you felt Steve's hard on nudge your leg, you wish you were able to focus so you could pull it out right then and there and have his cum coat multiple parts of your body

“Fuck! I'm the slut baby, I'm the slut”

Damn it.

A smug look danced on his face as your low eyes bet his “Atta girl, I bet that's what the school would think too if they knew you were begging for little ole me”

Steve curled his fingers inside you and sped the movement on your clit up, the knot in your stomach tightened as he continued to whisper dirty words in your ear

“Yeah baby cum alll on my fingers, there you go”

“I can cum from just hearing your sweet sounds”

“You feel what you do to me?”

“Let everyone who's slut you are, go ahead”

“Fuck Steve, I'm cumming” your tongue started to go numb as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your pussy clenched around his fingers causing his movements to still

You snapped back to reality, your breathing heavy as Steve removed his fingers from you, you feeling significantly empty compared to when he was deep inside you, you watched as he licked his fingers clean of your wetness, a moan leaving his lips as he sucked on the tips of his fingers

“Wow”

You rolled your eyes straightening your skirt as you tried to steady yourself on your feet, still trying to catch your breath, you ignored Steve's eyes on you

“Knew some day I'd have begging for me sweetheart”

You huffed, “Don't you have a game to get to Steven?”

Steve's eyes widen as he stood up straight “Oh shit!”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #stranger things #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you

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unholybacon355 · 2 months

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Everything stays in the family: Part Three

Park Jihyo x Huh Yunjin

Word Count: 4.2K

TW: Incest.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 4] [PART 5]

DISCLAIMER: I'm adding this disclaimer because I think it's necessary.

This story have some taboo themes like incesto to name one. I need to say that obviously some of the things I wrote here aren't good and by any means I'm trying to make it look like good and normal things. Read at your own discretion.

Everything you see here is fiction and many things in this story are not really good. This is for fun and only for that. Also, all the characters you see here are adults and Jihyo is older, but I'm not specifying how old she is.

Another thing to say is that I have no clue about how human bodies actually work, so you can't expect me to be very accurate about some things. I'm not saying what because I want you to figure it out as you read.

CHAPTER THREE

When Chaewon said that they wouldn't make it to Yunjin's car she was really right. They gave up on the idea after just taking a few steps in the hallway outside the classroom. Chaewon was too wet, and Yunjin was too hard to last until they reached another place. But luckily for them, they knew a place that they could use.

Yunjin came in, almost kicking the bathroom door, totally impatient. Behind her came Chaewon, who after checking that no one else was there, pounced on her girlfriend.

The place was a small bathroom, it only had two cubicles and a sink. It was located at the end of a hallway that wasn't normally frequented by many people. There were only two classrooms next door, and it was rare for both to be occupied at the same time. So it was quite unlikely that anyone would interrupt them here.

Chaewon hugged Yunjin by her neck and without wasting time began to kiss her with all the hunger that she had accumulated in the few minutes since they left class. Hunger that, to tell the truth, was quite great compared to the time that had passed since Yunjin began to move that intruding hand.

Yunjin didn't waste any time either and immediately grabbed her girlfriend by the butt. She loved the way her soft but firm cheeks felt when she squeezed them. They were small and round, and the tender flesh gave way to the slightest pressure from Yunjin's fingers. But it didn't matter what kind of punishment you gave to Chaewon's butt, because her buttocks were so firm that they only trembled for a few seconds before returning to their natural shape. And the tight shorts she was wearing did nothing but exalt all of her attributes.

“Get in the cubicle, they can still see us here. “Yunjin said with her orange hair all tangled from kissing her girlfriend.

“I bet that makes you harder.” Chaewon mocked, taking Yunjin's erection over her clothes. She gave her cock a few strokes before releasing it and going into one of the stalls. Yunjin obviously looked at her butt again when she turned around.

Chaewon had not only decided to wear the tightest shorts she had that day, but she was also wearing a small top. Frankly, it looked more like a big sports bra than a top. But since she was also wearing a croptop sweatshirt over the smaller garment, in the end she still had plenty of skin covered.

After also getting into the cubicle and closing the door, Yunjin gave her girlfriend a resounding spank. As expected, that perfect buttock hardly even jiggles. In response Chaewon turned and pushed the redhead against the stall door, then sat on the toilet.

“Come on, take it out. I can not wait any more." An impatient Chaewon hurried to her girlfriend who was clumsily unbuttoning her pants. The anticipation and the little space they had were playing tricks on her. When she was finally able to free her member from the oppression of her clothing, the erection jumped and punched Chaewon in the face. Who, far from feeling upset, smiled broadly. The brunette gave Yunjin's member a chaste kiss near the base, and then gave it a slow upward lick, until she reached the tip where of course the precum accumulated. Still without using her hands she played with her tongue over the throbbing head, collecting as much of Yunjin's natural lubricant as she could.

Yes. Chaewon might seem innocent and even a little stupid, but of course she was nothing like that. Of course she sometimes blurted out the most random thoughts that came into her head without warning, but that didn't mean she was stupid. And of course, her innocent, good-girl face (which in a way she was) didn't mean that she didn't lose her sanity when it came to making love to her girlfriend. Some might call that an incredible duality, but for Yunjin it was the multiple layers of personality you had to go through if you wanted to truly know Kim Chaewon.

“Ssshhhh be more quiet.” Yunjin, who now had her hands and back pressed against the door, scolded her girlfriend for sucking the head of her cock and making more noise than she should. “Remember that we are in a public bathroom.”

“Oh, I thought you were as horny as me.” Chaewon replied calmly, as she used one hand to pump Yunjin's cock. “Since you started touching me in the middle of classes, I thought you didn't care if we were discovered. Maybe we should stop” Now she violently jerked the cock in her hand.

Yunjin squirmed before she could say anything. "Sorry Sorry. Don't you see how hard you have me?”

"Yes, I see it." Chaewon now resumed her slower pace. “But I want to hear you say it.” The change of pace made Yunjin squirm again.

“My Fairy, I want you so bad. Please can you use that little pretty and slutty mouth of yours to suck my dick?”

The brunette's smile was wide as she heard her girlfriend dedicate those words to her. "Yes, I can." Then she put Yunjin's cock in her mouth, to the point where her lips collided with the hand that was holding the hard member at the base. The redhead could only squirm at the actions of her girlfriend, and contract her groin, in a desperate act to avoid coming. She had already provoked Chaewon, and if she didn't fuck her properly now she was going to be in serious trouble.

While Yunjin struggled to distract herself by reading the graffiti on the cubicle walls, Chaewon used her hand to masturbate the redhead's member, at the same time using her mouth to suck. In a truly impressive synchronicity, Chaewon sucked and moved her hand, maximizing her girlfriend's pleasure. “Don't you dare cum yet or I swear I won't let you touch me for a month.” The brunette issued the threat after taking the cock out of her mouth to catch a breath. “Or maybe two months.” Very calmly after adding that last part to the threat she swallowed Yunjin's member completely. Surprisingly, Chaewon didn't stop until her nose touched the redhead's abdomen, a pretty amazing feat considering the size of Chaewon's anatomy and Yunjin's cock.

Chaewon withdrew completely gasping for air, amidst renewed spasms from Yunjin. “You're making it difficult for me not to cum.” “I know, but you owe me for treating me like a piece of trash this morning.” Yunjin could see how her girlfriend sucked her index finger and filled it with saliva. That could only mean more problems for her. “Now relax.”

"No no. Wait… Aaannnnggghhh!!” Yunjin's words turned into a moan as Chaewon shoved a finger into her ass. The brunette was truly getting revenge, and Yunjin couldn't be more than happy that Chaewon didn't know what she had done that morning in the small bathroom at her house.

“Crybaby. I can take your cock in my ass.” That was true, but when Yunjin was fucking her from behind the idea was that she would cum, not that she would avoid reaching orgasm like the redhead was doing right now. To further Yunjin's bad luck, Chaewon completely swallowed her length again. Now the brunette was using her throat muscles to apply pressure to Yunjin's sore glans. How she did that was a complete mystery, but in the end it didn't matter because Yunjin couldn't think about it right now.

“Fairy I swear I'm so close.” Yunjin let out a pathetic moan as her girlfriend moved her finger inside her ass. “Please, I don't know how much longer I can take. Please." Yunjin really sounded pathetic begging to her girlfriend.

“Ask for it.” Yunjin clenched her fists, watching as Chaewon was now not only sucking the finger that she had inside her until recently, but also covering a second finger with saliva. Swallowing, she prepares herself to ask the question.

“Can I cum please? I swore to you that I'm at my limit."

Chaewon first responded by sticking both fingers into the redhead's ass before speaking. “Okay, you earned it. But you still have to fuck me after.” And without giving Yunjin time to say thank you, she once again completely swallowed the redhead's throbbing cock. Yunjin at this point was having trouble standing, as her knees felt quite weak. She was sure that if she wasn't leaning on the door she would have lost her balance by now.

Unable to hold on for another second, Yunjin exploded in her girlfriend's mouth. For the second time that day she came locked in a bathroom, she really hoped that wouldn't become a habit. While Yunjin was lost in her overwhelming orgasm, Chaewon managed to swallow all the cum that the redhead shot directly down her throat. In a truly admirable feat she practically swallowed the viscous liquid, all the while sucking to ensure that her girlfriend gave her every last drop.

Yunjin, who was afraid that the door was going to give way since she was pushing all her weight on it, closed her eyes and simply let Chaewon do whatever she wanted with her cock. She was happy because all this had served to get her mother out of her head, she no longer continued fantasizing about fucking Jihyo. At least not at the moment, which was great progress.

Chaewon removed her fingers from inside Yunjin at the same time she pulled her cock out of her mouth. The redhead almost collapsed right there at the wave of pleasure that the lack of fingers in her ass caused her. Chaewon was evidently very good at giving blowjobs and playing with her girlfriend's ass, to the point that Yunjin's strongest orgasms usually occurred when she let the brunette play with her prostate.

Chaewon stood up and without warning kissed her girlfriend. At first Yunjin was surprised, but she quickly let herself be carried away by the kiss and opened her mouth to welcome her girlfriend's tongue. The redhead could taste remnants of the salty taste of her own semen in Chaewon's mouth, and she was grateful that at least this time Chaewon had swallowed it all before kissing her. With a vigor regained by her dirty kiss Yunjin grabbed her girlfriend by her buttocks and pulled her towards her body, but Chaewon quickly pushed her away from her using her arms and breaking the kiss in the process. Yunjin frankly didn't understand what was happening, and the expression with which she looked at her girlfriend showed it.

“You're going to stain my shorts with your dirty cock.” Chaewon then slapped Yunjin's saliva-covered cock with her hand.

“Aauuchh! If you don't want them to get stained, take them off.” Yunjin had to admit that that little hit had made her hard again. Why did she always have to get so desperate when she had sex with Chaewon? “Plus I bet you're so wet you're going to stain them by yourself.” She scoffed trying to regain some of her dignity.

"It's not funny." Chaewon complained, starting to pull down her shorts, which was a more difficult task than it seems since it was quite tight. “By the way, you owe me a pair of panties. There is no way I will wear these again.” Yunjin could clearly see how soaked Chaewon's panties were once she finished taking off her shorts, having to take off her sneakers first because they were really tight. There was a huge wet spot on the brunette's crotch, the fabric was completely soaked and stuck to Chaewon's vulva lips. The white panties were soaked to the point where they were almost transparent.

“You act tough but you are so needy of me.” Yunjin scoffed again, as if she didn't know how wet Chaewon got for her.

"Hurry up. Sit down or my socks are going to get dirty.” As best they could, they moved inside the narrow cubicle so that Yunjin could sit on the toilet. Once she had removed her ruined panties, finally revealing a perfectly shaved vagina (Unlike Jihyo's) Chaewon sat on the redhead's legs, rubbing her soaked vagina against Yunjin's throbbing member. “Are you going to behave and fuck me? I deserve it."

“You talk like I have a choice.” Yunjin protested, about to let out another one of those pathetic moans, because feeling directly on her cock how wet Chaewon had gotten was wreaking havoc on her.

“No, you don't have a choice. So…” Chaewon stood up so she could line up Yunjin’s tip with her entrance. "Behave well." Chaewon might seem like a bitch at times, but the reality was that her attitude was part of the role play she had with Yunjin. They both loved each other and despite that apparent dispute for control during sex, they would never truly disrespect each other. Well, actually sometimes Chaewon went a little overboard, but it was Yunjin's fault for always being so pathetically needy of her girlfriend. That was always true.

Opening her mouth in a silent moan, Chaewon slowly lowered herself to rest her buttocks on Yunjin's thighs, impaling herself completely on her girlfriend's member. “Still amaze me how big you are.” The truth was that Yunjin didn't feel like her cock was really huge, and she suspected that Chaewon was actually quite tight. She could practically feel the brunette's inner walls struggling to adapt to the intrusion of her member, squeezing every inch of her throbbing flesh.

“Are you going to ride or what?” Yunjin grabbed her girlfriend's cheeks and forced her to move on top of her. Chaewon couldn't help but moan in response and cling to Yunjin's shoulders for some firmness. To silence her girlfriend's moans, which were reaching a worrying volume considering where they were, the redhead pressed her lips to hers in a deep and passionate kiss.

Now having Yunjin's mouth to muffle her own moans, Chaewon began to move her hips as she set the pace with which she rode her girlfriend. Yunjin understood the message and limited herself to kneading the perfect round buttocks of her girlfriend, moving one of her fingers towards the brunette's rear entrance.

“Mmnnhhhhh” Yunjin was sure that she could interpret the sound Chaewon had made in her mouth as “Don't you dare” so she moved her finger away from her. She knew that if she dared to try to stick a finger up her ass without properly preparing her, Chaewon would bite off her cock. Well, maybe it would be two bites just to make her suffer more. In her place Yunjin pulled up her top, freeing her girlfriend's perfect tits, and confirming that the top was in fact nothing more than a big bra.

Chaewon's tits were round and perfect, like her butt. They only bounces once after being released, but were quickly attacked by Yunjin's hands. If she couldn't play with her girlfriend's ass, at least she was going to have fun with her tits. Which in the end was a very bad idea.

Feeling Chaewon's hard nipples between her fingers inevitably led her to think about Jihyo's tits and their obvious size difference. Yunjin quickly felt a knot in her stomach again, which had nothing to do with having her cock deep inside her girlfriend's vagina. If not, it was rather her fault for thinking about her stepmother at a time like this. But for her it was inevitable right now not to notice the differences between Jihyo and Chaewon's bodies.

She knew what she was doing was sick, but she let herself go and as she kneaded Chaewon's small tits she wondered if they would ever be full of milk. If it would be easy to squeeze her nipples and make the liquid flow. She also wondered if her mother's vagina felt as tight as her girlfriend's, because right now it seemed like Chaewon was strangling her with her internal muscles. The brunette's walls were clenched tightly around her aching member.

She was almost sure that Jihyo's pussy could take her much easier, almost making her cock feel small. From what she had seen, her mother's petals and entrance were much larger than her girlfriend's, so there was no doubt that Jihyo could take much more. God, she was sure fucking Jihyo must feel like heaven.

Feeling like shit inside, but also with her cock ready to explode, she broke the kiss and looked Chaewon straight in the eyes. “I need you to be quiet now or they could listen us.” Then without giving Chaewon time to ask what was happening, she grabbed her girlfriend by the buttocks and summoning a till now unknown strength she stood up with her girlfriend in her arms. The brunette instinctively crossed her legs behind Yunjin's hips, to help support her own weight. The result was that Yunjin was now standing pressing her girlfriend against the cubicle’s door, while Chaewon struggled to maintain her composure now that the redhead's cock was pounding deeper into her than it ever had been into her.

“No.. No.. I caa…” Yunjin growled in an almost animalistic way before silencing her girlfriend again with a kiss. This time however she was hungrier, more needy, as if she wanted to devour her girlfriend. The truth was that she felt hungry but for a different dish, and she could do nothing but use her imagination to try to satisfy her hunger. For the first time since they entered the bathroom Yunjin was taking control, and it was only to try to get her mother out of her head.

Yunjin knew that there was no way to compare Chaewon's and Jihyo's weight. She was sure that Jihyo was heavier, and also the woman was carrying a baby inside her, so there was no way she could fuck her like this. Just as they were, locked in a university bathroom pressing her girlfriend against the door of a cubicle, she could only fuck Chaewon. So she clung to that idea to try to give the best to her girlfriend, and stop thinking about her mother.

With her balls swinging at the relentless pace with which he fucked Chaewon, Yunjin gave her everything she had. It was almost impossible for another drop of semen to come out of her that day, but that was not going to stop her from trying in an almost animalistic way to put her cock as deep inside her girlfriend's body as was humanly possible. Her thighs hurt from supporting the weight of both of them and from thrusting, her cock also hurt from how tight Chaewon had become. The brunette's orgasm was close, and Yunjin didn't know if she would be able to stop once she reached it.

Yunjin was hungry, very hungry. And as much as it pained her to admit it no matter how much she loved her girlfriend, the one she wanted to fuck right now was Jihyo. She knew that was wrong in every way possible, but that somehow turned her on more. It was something so forbidden that succumbing to the temptation felt so bad and good at the same time. It was something almost feral that she couldn't control, a seed that had settled in the back of her mind and was germinating in a matter of hours. Maybe it was the emotional vulnerability she was in right now, or that she had simply always been a pervert, but right now her cock was throbbing for Jihyo. Which didn't mean she wouldn't enjoy fucking Chaewon.

They broke the kiss because it was already difficult for them to breathe, so Chaeown hid her face in Yunjin's neck, pressing her lips together as much as she could to avoid making noise. Yunjin for her part pressed her forehead into the cubicle, and also using it as a point of support she quickened the pace of her thrusts. Chaewon couldn't take it anymore and reached orgasm screaming with her mouth closed. Her tight walls closed even more, squeezing her girlfriend's cock to the limit of causing her a little pain.

But having Chaewon literally shaking in her arms from having reached an orgasm didn't stop Yunjin. She continued pumping her hips as deep as possible, lost in the cloud of lust. Looking for an orgasm that she knew she would arrive without a drop of semen, and that would do little to satisfy the hunger he felt.

Yunjin only lessened the intensity when Chaewon couldn't take it anymore and started patting the back of her neck, asking her to stop. Because if she had to use her mouth she was going to let out a moan that would be heard throughout the university. Yunjin then realized what she was doing and she stopped dead, buried balls deep in her girlfriend. They were both breathing heavily and were sweaty from all the effort they had just made.

Suddenly Yunjin remembered that she was not that strong, in addition to the fact that the adrenaline of the moment was leaving her, and her legs began to shake. Chaewon certainly wasn't heavy at all, but it wasn't like the redhead was a great athlete either. So they both collapsed onto the toilet, making a thud as they fell. Besides, Chaewon screamed because with their fall, Yunjin's cock had been buried to almost impossible limits inside her tired pussy.

Almost instantly, hurried footsteps were heard in the hallway outside the bathroom. It was obvious that the noise had reached the classrooms and now someone had come out to see what was happening. “Quickly, grab my sneakers.” Chaewon say quickly. "Fast." She rushed Yunjin in the face of her girlfriend's lack of reaction.

Just as the door was opening Chaewon contorted herself to pick up her sneakers and throw them into the toilet pond. Although they were inside a cubicle, the lower part of the walls was open, so from the outside it could easily be seen if there was more than one person inside.

“Everything is fine in there?” Someone asked from outside the cubicle. Chaewon, who had propped her feet on the wall so as not to be discovered, gestured for Yunjin to respond.

“Y… Yes, everything is fine. “I just feel a little sick.”

"Need help?" The stranger asked again.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You sound a little agitated.” Chaewon rolled her eyes at the stranger's insistence and decided to take matters into her own hands. Partly also because she was already becoming quite uncomfortable with the position they were in. The brunette put her hand to her mouth and used it to make a loud noise of flatulence, but not just one but it made it seem as if Yunjin was leaving her guts in that bathroom.

“I.. I'm sorry.” The redhead apologized, making faces at her girlfriend to make her stop. “I think I ate something bad, but I'll be fine.” She had to keep raising her voice as she spoke because Chaewon didn't stop with the noises she was making.

“Ok, I'll leave you then.“ Both girls could hear, with some difficulty because of Chaewon's noises, how the person left and closed the bathroom door.

“You can stop now, they're already gone.” But Chaewon continued making noises for a few more seconds, then gave a small giggle. “I hope they don't see me leave or my reputation will be ruined.”

“I didn't know you had a reputation to take care of.” Chaewon laughed again. “Besides, that is better than being discovered and expelled from university.”

“Because of you I'm going to be an outcast.”

“Even better, so you only have time for me.” Chaewon rested her arms on her girlfriend's shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes with that blank expression she sometimes had. As if there was nothing else on her mind at that moment.

“Okay, but you better get off. We have to get out of here before class ends or they're really going to discover us.” With some difficulty, and grimacing a lot at how sore her vagina was, Chaewon managed to stand up.

“Give me your boxers.” Chaewon looked downright amused at that moment. She still had her bra up, so her tits were still visible. In addition to being completely naked down, except for her socks. But the funniest thing was that she had her arms on her hips, and she was looking at her girlfriend very seriously.

"But why? Did I fuck you so well that you lost your mind?” Yunjin raised her ego a little with that joke.

“My panties are ruined, I will never wear them again.” Chaewon responded by pulling down her bra. “And if I wear the shorts like that, everything will be marked, plus it will get stained. My vagina is still soaked, everyone could see my lips eating the fabric. Is that what you want?”

“So what am I going to wear?” Yunjin asked, but she was already starting to take off her underwear.

“You should have thought about that before provoking me in class.” The brunette stretched out her hand, rushing her girlfriend. “Hurry up, I don't want to have to throw away my socks too. Besides, we have to go to my house, you still owe me an explanation” Frankly, Chaewon wasn't going to let Yunjin get away with anything that day.

#twice #twice smut #le serrafim #le sserafim smut #jihyo smut #yunjin smut #yunjin x jihyo #This is kinda dead dove #fanfic

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marlynnofmany · 2 years

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Kittens in Space

The first rule of keeping cats aboard a spaceship is don’t lose the cats on the spaceship. I know this. I know it better than the rest of the crew! I’m the Earthling here, the animal expert with actual veterinarian training, and I’m the one who brought them onboard. I told the captain with confidence that I could keep track of them.

Well, guess what I just did.

The problem was immediately obvious when I woke up. Every morning for the last few days had started with cutesy kitten pounces and thumps as they batted toys about the room. Sometimes I’d get a tail in my face; other times I’d hear a crash as they discovered how to reach another yet high shelf. Not once had I woken to silence.

Today I did. And as soon as I realized it, I sat up with a jerk to scan the room, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

Catnip mice and foam balls were everywhere. My shoes were still on the coat hooks; they hadn’t managed to knock them down yet. Nothing was swatted off the shelves. And no kittens lay on the floor dead after eating alien food, so at least there was that. But where were they?

I moved my feet toward the floor, disturbing a lump that meowed sleepily. Tapestry the mom cat was curled up on my bed; I hadn’t seen her. And now that I wasn’t jostling the blankets anymore, she curled back up for some hard-earned rest.

But no kittens. I stroked her tabby fur and looked for smaller balls of fluff, but found none. She didn’t seem worried. Hopefully that was a good sign. I stood and hurried to the bathroom.

My quarters were small, basically just the two rooms, since I spent most of my time with the rest of the crew. There really shouldn’t have been any good hiding spots that I hadn’t already blocked off. The bed didn’t even have space underneath it; that’s where my clothes drawers were. And I’d made sure the little fluffbrains couldn’t open those on their own, much less close them again.

They weren’t in the bathroom. Not in the closed-lid toilet, or the space-age shower stall, or the cabinet of supplies. Not in the trash can (again). They hadn’t gotten closed up in the foldable sink; I always left it sticking out of the wall. Where were they?

They couldn’t have gotten out into the hallway. No. Just not possible. I would have heard if someone inexplicably opened the door to my quarters without knocking, not that anyone would. Especially while I was asleep.

I told myself that there was no way they could be wandering the ship and getting stuck in the engine room. Mimi would notice animals hiding among his engine parts. Heck, the entire ship was bound to have someone around, ready to spot the furry little troublemakers, no matter how stealthy they were. I was pretty sure they resembled food on at least one homeworld. My crewmates weren’t the sort to hurt them, though; everyone knew full well that I had them here. The kittens wouldn’t be mistaken for pests.

Hopefully.

I really don’t want to announce to everyone that I’ve lost them, I thought, leaving the bathroom. They’ve got to be in here somewhere. What am I missing?

I surveyed the toy-covered room, trying for the umpteenth time to see catproofing opportunities that I hadn’t addressed.

Bed, bookshelf, other shelves. Bedside table with the lamp bolted down. Desk and chair. The litterbox was in the bathroom, with the food and water dishes along the wall beside me. There were no curtains to climb, and hardly any decorations, just the digital window with its chunky gold frame — someone’s secondhand idea of class — and the fake plants on the shelves. The bite marks on those weren’t new.

But the positioning was.

I stepped closer, staring and second-guessing, and yes they were definitely pushed out of place. And now that I thought about it, the digital frame was slightly crooked too. That spectacular alien sunset with the planetary rings in the background was out of alignment with the corner of the room.

Like someone stepped on it. Now where would they—

I froze in place, feeling stupid. Ah. Right.

Ever look at something so often that you stop noticing it? I may have mentioned that this was a spaceship. Metal walls, plasticky floors, no real windows.

A ceiling covered in twisty pipes.

I hadn’t considered catproofing the ceiling; it was too high to reach (ha), and surely not the kind of place that kittens would hide.

But as I stepped onto the bed and brought my face up close to the lowest curve, I realized that the faint engine sounds I’d long gotten used to sounded an awful lot like purring.

There they were. All five of the fuzzy little bastards were snuggled into a happy pile among the pipes without a care in the world. They meeped sleepily when I stuck a hand in.

“I can’t believe you,” I murmured. They ignored me.

The air was warm but not hot, and the pipes were vibrating faintly. While Captain Sunlight had assured me that there was no radiation to worry about, I figured it couldn’t hurt to double-check. Sleeping on top of the things could easily be a different prospect from sleeping in a bed below.

“All right, down for now,” I told them, scooping up the kittens despite their protests and setting them on the bed. “Be good little fluffbrains and sleep here while I — no? No, of course not.” They were already tumbling to the floor with strident mews for food. Tapestry stretched and jumped down as well.

I sighed and got out the cat food. If I was quick about it, I could get out the door before they tried to follow me. That net I’d tried to rig up as a baby gate hadn’t stopped them crawling under.

“Good kitties,” I said, tugging my shoes on as they ate. “You behave yourselves. I’m just going to make sure your favorite new hiding place isn’t going to give you extra eyeballs or something. Maybe I’ll set up a new shelf there so you don’t fall on my face during the night.”

I slipped out the door just as the first kitten finished eating — appropriately enough, it was the gray shorthair who Mimi had insisted I name after him. There weren’t any green cats in the litter, so gray was close enough.

“Meeeeee,” declared Mimi-the-kitten as the door closed.

“Yup,” I agreed.

Once I was sure the latch wasn’t about to pop loose, I took long strides toward the engine room. My heartbeat was totally calm and normal; why do you ask?

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The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #cats #kittens #life with cats #haso #hfy #eiad

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 1 year

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Lily- a DCA!Serial Killer AU drabble

CW: vomiting, mention of drug use

" 'Boy,' she said courteously, 'why are you crying?' "

Sun read aloud to the collection of children at the day's reading circle, his voice module shifting to a higher, feminine pitch to match the character Wendy when speaking her lines. Today's book was 'Peter and Wendy' by J.M. Barrie. Some of the children gathered around him giggled, finding it as silly as when he was pretending to cry as Peter Pan just seconds earlier. A smile of his own was etched on the sun animatronic's face plate, it always elated him to hear the children laugh.

" 'Peter could be exceedingly polite also, having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies, and he-' "

"M-Mr. Sun…?"

A small voice croaked his name, and a smaller hand rose in his peripherals. He knew the voice, and his eyes fell on one particular child. His jovial smile became one of concern. The child didn't look very well.

"Lily, are you alright?"

The child, Lily, looked up at Sun with watery eyes slightly obscured by her glasses. She was shaking, appeared rather pale, and a hand was gripping at her shirt over her stomach. It was a familiar sight to Sun. As well as the children, as some had warily begun scooting away from her.

"I…h-have to go…"

Sun knew what that meant and he nodded. Tucking a bookmark in between the pages, he sat the book in his chair and carefully scooped Lily into his arms. "The reading circle will continue in just a moment, Sunbeams! We will be back very soon! Gavin, please make sure the little ones behave," he instructed one of the older kids as he was already on his way to the library's bathroom, hurrying inside.

He knelt with her in front of one of the stalls, removing her glasses and tucking them over the collar of his sweater, then he brushed back her black hair for him to hold. With his other hand, he rubbed Lily's back as she began to cough and retch into the toilet. He gave her a sympathetic look.

"There there, Sunbeam. Get it all out," he gently instructed the poor girl. He had done this a few times with her in the past. The poor thing was prone to sickness due to a heightened sense of anxiety, least that's what Lily's mother told him over the phone the first time it happened. Fortunately, Sun was unbothered by such predicaments. He was used to dealing with ill children.

When Lily had finished, he moved to the wall and let her sit in his lap. He returned her glasses to her, then reached into his pocket and gave her an apple juice box he grabbed before coming here. She sipped it while he continued rubbing her back. "Are you starting to feel better, Lily?" he asked, soft enough that his voice didn't echo.

Lily rubbed at her eyes and nodded with a sniffle, but that didn't stop her from crying. When asked what was the matter, she hiccupped, "I-I feel bad, f-for making you always stop story time…! I-I don't mean to…I'm sorry, M-Mr. Sun…!"

"Aww, Sunbeam…" Sun pulled her into another gentle hug, a hand going in circles on her back. "There is nothing for you to be sorry for. I am not at all upset, sweetie. Only worried. I know you can't help this. Just take a breath. Everything's alright." Sun held Lily close as she buried her face into his sweater, shaking a little less. The small girl sniffled, letting out a shaky breath. She adjusted her head in an odd manner, almost like she was…nuzzling him. He continued rubbing her back as the smallest sob escaped her.

"…I wish you were my mom…"

His hand froze in place.

Sun went completely still. His smile fell entirely, his eyes trained on nothing. It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. He heard it. In that moment, he looked back. Every time he saw Lily and her mother together. She ran when dropped off, and walked when being picked up. She never willingly held her mother's hand. The rare times Lily would glance back at him. The look on her face…

"What was that, Sunbeam?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Lily flinched a little in his arms, keeping her face buried. She let go of him, rubbing at her face. "N-Nothing," she answered meekly.

"Oh, alright then." He forced down his building anger. 'Later', he told himself, and he stood up, placing Lily on the ground. "Now, how are you feeling? Are you ready to go back to the circle?" Thinking for a moment, Lily eventually gave him a shy nod. He smiled warmly. "Wonderful! Let's hurry off to Neverland, shall we?" He lightly booped her on the nose, glad to see it warrant him a giggle out of her.

Holding her hand, he walked out of the bathroom towards the reading circle. Though outwardly cheery as he greeted the little ones and resumed reading, that sting still lingered at the base of his chest. Silently, he sent a message.

"Moon."

"Yeah."

"Jackie Langman."

"Lily's mother?"

"…"

"…I'll look into her."

"Thank you."

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Moon sat on the edge of the pier, his legs crossed. The tide was high, and he didn't want his uniform getting wet. He stared out at the empty, moonlit horizon of the bay. No boats were out at this hour, everyone had already docked in for the day. It was a quiet place, free of prying eyes and cameras. No motor engines disturbed the night's peace, leaving only the sound of the wind and the waves…

And the approaching footsteps behind him.

Moon didn't need to turn around to know who was walking down the pier. Before long, Sun joined him in sitting, placing himself at Moon's left. Seeing the high-rising water, he crossed his legs, too. Sun hung his head low, heterochromatic eyes shining back at him in his reflection as his hands rested on the pier's edge.

"…What did you find?" he asked.

Moon glanced at Sun briefly from the corner of his eyes. He could sense something looming in his twin's tone. He looked back out to the horizon with a sigh. Right. Cut to the chase, then.

"Jackie Langman. Single mother, divorced her husband--Lily's father--when Lily was only 3. Began shooting narcotics around that time. Reports from neighbors claim to have heard shouting from inside their home and things being broken. Police could never find anything. Jackie claims to have gone to rehab for her drug use, but there are no records indicating she ever went."

Moon heard the sound of wood creaking on his left and glanced to Sun, whose shoulders were tense. His hands gripped the wood, causing it to begin splintering. His rays rattled like a snake's tail. Moon let out another small sigh. "Sun-"

"Why didn't I see it sooner…?" Sun interrupted. His brows were tightly knit, teeth gritted together. His colored pupils had shrunken a little. "Three months…Lily's been part of the reading circle for three months. They were there…The signs were all there, and I didn't see it."

"Sun, you can't burden this on yourself," Moon told him calmly.

"Do you know what she said to me earlier?" Sun continued, like Moon hadn't said anything. "In the bathroom, as I held her. She told me, 'I wish you were my mom'." Moon's eyes widened slightly, hearing this. Sun smiled, but it was full of bitterness and self-disgust. "That was when I realized. Only then did I…" An inhale rattled in his chest, clearly fighting to keep himself composed. “I hate that I had to pretend to not hear what she said…”

Moon remained silent for a moment, allowing Sun the chance to collect himself. "Sun. As much as you hate it, we can’t let anything rouse suspicion. Especially from the kids. But don’t worry. What matters is that we know, now. And we can do something about it. I've already looked at potential guardians. Her dad is just as crooked as Jackie, so he's a no-go. Lily has an aunt up in Milwaukee; she seems pretty clean, and it looks like she's tried to fight for custody over Lily in the past."

"We need to act now." Moon blinked, confused by Sun's sudden declaration. "Whatever we do, we need to do it now."

"Sun, hold your horses. We still need to find a way of getting to Jackie, and make sure Lily is out of the way," Moon explained. "I understand your anger, but we can't jump into this-"

"And why not?!" Sun's voice cracked as it rose. The wood under his hand cracked as well, his face plate twisted with rage, as well as fear, colored pupils now rattling pinpricks. "We can't sit and plan and wait too long about this, Moon! We just can't! We need to act now, before it's t-too late…!" His voice wavered, and his eyes flickered before squeezing shut. Sun's breath shuddered as he tried to control it, like he was fighting to keep himself from crying. "I-It can't happen again…"

Moon waited once again, giving Sun a needed moment. Then he reached and placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Sun. Look at me." He instructed softly. Sun did so, his optics shining. Moon gave him a gentle, but firm look. "It won't be like how it was with her. We won't let that happen. I promise you."

Slowly, Sun managed to calm himself down. He took a breath and thumbed away the oil tears in his eyes. Once composed, he gave Moon a faint smile. "Thank you, brother…"

Moon returned that smile to Sun, lightly patting him on the back. Then he stood up, stretched his arms over his head, and offered a hand to Sun. "Shall we get to work?"

The other animatronic accepted the hand and was pulled to his feet. Sun gave a firm nod, walking with Moon back down the pier. "Let's do it." He would save Lily, no matter what it took.

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@moonlit-dreamers

#dca!serial killer au #serial killer duo #serial killer sun #serial killer moon #fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #drabble #cw vomit #cw mention of drug use #sun the librarian

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peppermint-monster · 2 years

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Itachi Uchiha X Hussy. Chubby Reader!

Warnings: Slight Yandere!Itachi, Stalking-ish (Watching her every move by his crow), Blackmail-ish, Manipulation…?, Unprotected sex, Dirty Talk, DDLG, Strangers to Lovers….?, Blowjob, Protected Anal sex, Praise kink…?, Caught-ish, Public Display, Confession...?, Possessive!Itachi (Just can’t handle seeing his boo with someone else), Size kink...?. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also be mindful that I didn’t really mention much of the reader’s appearance (Besides she’s female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that all photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️ If you’re not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Itachi Uchiha x Hussy. Chubby Reader! How she happened to stumble across the strange man one night while engaging in a late-night activity. Calmly waited in an empty cubicle while checking herself in a little pocket mirror, with a lack of a bra, she wore a size smaller crop top tee, low waist booty shorts that did little to conceal her pudge's tummy and obviously fat fupa, and thigh-high socks with the sexiest high heels that highlighted her legs. Personally, she looks hot.

When she hears knocking, she smirks, smugly licking her lips.

"Right on time," She murmurs, making her way to the locked door and opening it to grab the strange man's sweatshirt, yanking him inside and pinning him to it. Now, the dude was an average person in his early twenties who appeared to be a boring guy.

"You know the rules," She said, slowly backing away and promoting the hem of her shirt in a teasing manner. "Anal only."

Before fully lifting up her shirt til her breast slips out.

Quickly they lock lips with each other, tongues wrapping around one another while caressing his cheek.

“Ahn~!” She moans, drawing away when feeling her sensitive nipples being pinched. In a split second, she wrapped her arms around him, her shorts around her knees as he rested his hand on her chubby hips.

“Mmm… Fuck, my ass is aching for your dick.” She pants out, drawing a hand behind her and to her ass where she stuffs two of her fingers inside, prepping herself. She continues to kiss the man, slowly pulling him close to her wanting him.

Sitting on the toilet seat legs wide, ass and pussy on full display with no pants on, she seductively taunts the guy, “Alright cutie, shove that thing in me~”

Prompting him by using her hands to spread herself wider to see her gaping hole.

“Mmm… Show mommy how big you are~” Licking her lips at the sight of the tent in front of his pants, fantasized about how big his cock is until… “Oh… Wow…”

She was not expecting it to be so small much to her disappointment, quickly changing her demeanor as a fake smile spread on her face.

“You like that?”

“Oh yeah…” She plainly said over the guy's ear. With a neutral look on her face as he fucks her. “You’re so good...”

What was supposed to last 30 minutes ended up finishing 5 minutes after sensing he cum. Pulling out and discarding the used condom, she seductively goes and toys with her ass.

“You still got 25 minutes left. Don't you want to keep going?”

“Nah, I’ll be late for my next mission.”

“Oh okay.” She disappointingly said as he get ready before leaving.

After a few minutes of refreshing herself, she walks out of the bathroom stall and heads to the mirror to reapply her lipstick.

Well, that was boring, another day and another boring guy using her for his own sexual pleasure. Sure she likes being used and all, but she just wishes she could find someone who was more…exciting.

Quietly wondering if what she was even doing was worth it.

“Pardon me, but what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” Suddenly sensing a shadow towering over her she quickly turns around.

Standing in front of her was a handsome-looking man with enchanting crimson eyes that almost seemed like they were glowing underneath them were long tear troughs. Having as well long jet-black hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail with long center-parted bangs. Overall he looks casual wearing a black shirt and pants and sandals with white leggings over them. Yet strangely he seemed to be wearing a black cloak with red clouding on them.

“My apologies, sir. I guess I was in a rush and went the wrong way. Silly me. Well, I should be leaving!” Trying to compose herself from being caught she cheerfully puts on a fake smile switching to her fake innocent persona before quickly grabbing her things and walking past the cloaked man.

“I see you put a front wherever you are. Always so polite and helpful to others. But then again, I doubt being so naive enough to make such a silly mistake.” She pauses for a moment, turning around to meet those eyes again, making her take a step back.

“How dare you speak to me that way!”

“You’re in the business of serving people, arent you? Giving them what they want. And I want something.” He said, ignoring what she said.

“Hey, listen to me! You don't know the first thing about me! Thinking I’m some hussy.” She screeched out, stomping her foot as she slowly lost her temper.

Yet he remains calm.

“Oh really?”

In a blink of an eye, he was close to her, leaning over and whispering in her ear, “You’re right. I don't know the slightest thing about you. Besides the fact that you live two different lives. One of them is helping your parents by working in your family's Dango shop, acting all sweet and innocent with a lovely smile on your face. And the other…” He pauses for a moment. “Hm. A naughty side, that would bring shame to one's clan.” She gasped, seeing the once crimson eyes with black comma patterns were now changing right in front of her eyes into a pinwheel shape.

Suddenly she could see everything he was saying, whispering every single detailed description in her ear of what no one should know yet she could see it play out in front of her. It felt like she was in a dream, one so real she thought she was really there.

Until finally coming back to reality, “How did you know it was me?”

"Let’s just say you stand out around here." He indicates while trapping her against the counter his hands resting on each side of her head. Watching her eyes wander to and away from his stare until eventually, with begging eyes and her hands clasped in a pleading stance, "My family - They can't know. It would ruin them, our business, and my family's name. Please, I'll do anything."

When she felt this strange man move close to her, placing his hands around her waist and down to rest on her ass, she gasped but cut herself off.

"I'm not one of those delicate chunin boys you select. I don't want a piece of the full thing, no-I want the entire thing."

She bites her lower lip as her body starts to tremble from the proximity of his body to hers, from him fondling her ass, and from his shameless statement.

“Where do you want me?” She shyly asked, clinging to his arm.

He backed away from her just enough to glimpse those innocent, doe-like eyes of hers and said, "On your knees."

Crouching down on her heels, she was met with an undeniable erection that was pushing against the fabric of his pants.

She gasped as she scooted closer, unfastened his belt, and saw the length slip effortlessly out in front of her.

So close to her face, and close enough that she could lean forward and use her lips to touch the quivering member if she wanted. And believe me, she does.

"I’m safe." When she looks up at him with lust-filled eyes, he utters it out while turning away. "I-I may not be big like the man you've slept with, but I will satisfy you." He spoke tentatively, still not looking at her surprised expression.

"W-Who hurt you?" She murmured this while stroking the thick member as she heard him sharply draw in.

Was he a moran? He had such a magnificent dick, so long and fat with him only being a foot away she could just lean forward and kiss the flush head.

Closing her eyes, she moves in close to the length and kisses the leaking tip before trailing kisses here and there all around the girth until finally reaching the base of his cock while looking up with those innocent eyes.

She drew away and gulped down the lovely man's entire length till it reached the back of her throat and back out after keeping him in for a solid minute with saliva trickling down her chin. As her tongue aggressively travels out, lapping his balls while deepthroating him, he couldn't help but lean on the counter to steady himself. The delightful heat travels up his body every second as he attempts to relax himself.

He was a patient man by nature, but his curvy beauty always puts him to the test. While he longed to appreciate this moment, he also sought to maintain his cool so that he didn't lose control.

Yet he has no shame.

The way her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he grabbed the back of the curvy beauty's neck as she continued to sloppily deepthroat the strange man's dick while grazing the member here and there made his mouth drop open slightly. Secretly loving the roughness that added to the sensation and brought him closer to the edge.

However, as much as he would have liked to cum in the curvy beauty's mouth, he refused.

"Ahhh~" She breathed out, her eyes rolled back, and a satisfied smile spread across her face.

Taking her by the hand, he sat her down on the counter and fondled her breasts, making her gasp.

"It appears you like it when a man takes advantage of you, exploiting you in ways you could only think of. Isn't that why you're here? You don't want just any man to ruin you. No. Just that special one." He muttered huskily over her ear, his hands expertly wrapping around her plump hips and settling on her ass.

"That’s not true, that's not true at all -!" She gasped, cutting herself off from the feeling of thick fingers kneeing her cloth cunt, rubbing into her wetness before drawing back and holding it up.

"Completely turned off, huh?" He scuffs lightly.

"Be quiet." She panted weakly.

She wanted to get even with him and was about to smack him but was stopped by him catching it and pinning it above her, trapping her between him and the cool sink.

"You're in no position to make any demands."

"And you are." She fires back.

When she noticed a little grin on his face, she gave her best bitchy face.

"I believe so. If you'll allow me, that is." She experienced a chill when he moved in close to her ear and spoke in a gruff, naturally deep voice. When she doesn't respond, he gently lifts her chin to face him, and she swallows hard.

"Hmmm... perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself." He said aloud as he started to pull away but was abruptly halted. He was delighted to see the curvy beauty holding onto his robe with tears welling up in her eyes.

"No! It’s alright!"

Her eyes widened from her unexpected outburst. She covered her mouth as humiliation overtook her. He chuckles, his hand failing to hide the faint smile appearing on his face, sending her heart racing. He draws her in close to his broad chest.

"Well then. Who am I to object to your wishes?" He commented, peering out from under her neck with a smug smile on his face.

Suddenly and expertly, the strange man flipped her over and had her lean against the sink counter with her shorts hanging around her buck knees, exposing her throbbing ass and sopping pussy.

"Even though you've made this unavailable to your customers, you want it, don't you?"

"I've never felt this-," she said, trying to glance back at him in a haze.

She abruptly cuts herself off, gasping at the startling sensation of something thick slipping in between her folds.

"Keeping this all tight for me?"

Itachi took cruel pleasure in watching her shake at the slightest brush of his dick running down along her entrance and pressed in hearing her yelp every time his tip brushed against her clit. “Do you think you're ready to take me, my pretty?”

She honestly doesn't know what's wrong with her. It’s not fair how her hands can't help but get sweaty when not even a few minutes ago she was cursing at this attractive man and now her heart is fluttering by that stupid pet name as she begs him to fuck her while trying to lift her hips so the heaving rod can just slip inside.

"Yes, sir." She eventually blurts out.

Not fair that he stands so close behind her with such a low voice grazing her ear while without warning, he thrust into her, slow and deep. Plunging full-length into her warmth and all the way down til it brushes against the entrance of her cervix.

"AHHH!" She moaned, back arched and eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head as she unknowingly was seized by the strange man's muscular chest, trapping her between the cold counter and his hot body while he slowly thrusts his hips against hers as one of his hands travels up and caresses her plump face before leaning it against the bathroom mirror. If anyone was around, they could have heard her loud, enticing shrieks, leading them to their fuck fest.

Finally pulling his upper body away, he began to move his hips faster watching the way her cunt gobbled down his dick over and over again.

‘It’s official, I’m a slut.’ She thought to herself. Believing that she hit a new level of low, allowing this attractive man to have his way with her, free of charge to keep his mouth shut. And right where any man could come in and see. She was scared to be caught yet also excited.

God, every time he slides in it felt so fucking good~

She cries in ecstasy from the sudden smacks her ass was receiving. Smack after smack echoes through the empty room and not too far along her whines and whimpers. Shockwaves after shockwaves of her pussy spasming around his length making the silent man grunt at the tightness as he tries to pull out.

Wrapping their hands together, he brought them up to knead her breast while he caress and toyed with her doughy side.

“Ahn!” She gasped, suddenly feeling the stinging of him giving her what no client is allowed to do. “Noooo…” Give her hickeys.

She could feel her thoughts numbing and fading into bliss as she continued to make sounds that a stupid bimbo is meant to make on her night out, which is getting her brains pounded out in a cramped public bathroom.

“-Nngh!” She lolled out, eyes slowly crossing.

The mysterious man began to move his hips faster watching through the mirror the way her free breast swayed by the force of his thrust. She felt so good, the way he rolled his hips against hers caused her greedy cunt to leave a nice ring of cream around the base of his cock.

“Already creaming? Well, aren't you a dirty girl, huh? A slut disguised as a lady or is it the other way around?” His vein hand that was teasing her other breast slowly made its way up and around her neck in a nice firm grip tight enough for her to understand he was the one fucking her, no one else but him.

“Yes, I-I’m a dirty girl! I’m daddy’s dirty GIRL!” She suddenly screeched. The tears that glossed over her eyes slid down her cheeks, smearing her caked face.

She was a mess, her once dolled-up face was ruined with tear streaks running down her cheek, and her once glossed-up lips were now swollen and smudged from the passionate kisses they’d shared, and from sucking this beautiful man off, she must look like a mess to this man. If only she knew how pretty she looked in his eyes.

Until unexpectedly, the strange man pulls out and turns her plump body around, setting her down on the counter with her lower half hanging off, setting one of her legs over his shoulder and spreading the other as far as it could go to get better access.

"Mhm!" As soon as he slipped in, they both gasped in ecstasy.

Hours passed as they made sweet, passionate love, taking her in many positions that made her question her flexibility. Pulling out, he turns her around to face the mirror again before wiggling her backward to snuggle up close to him. Catching a whiff of his cologne she felt herself becoming hazy as he lifted one of her legs up on the counter for support and lined her on top of his length. Shushing her gently as he heard her faint whimpers, he held her chubby waist for support while massaging her breasts and leaving trails of sloppy kisses all over her neck and bare shoulder as he made her cum once again.

Before taking her in another position. Still staring ahead in the mirror, she notices multiple hickeys on her neck, shoulder, and breast, but she doesn't have time to react because he cups her face, linking their lips together as their bodies remain intertwined together.

"Bend over, beautiful." He instructed.

Guiding her forward and face away from him, he bent her upper body down till she could see her knees, restraining her arms behind her back with one hand while sliding his cock back inside her eager hole.

She couldn't take it anymore, stuttering out how lightheaded she was while feeling the blood rush to her head and how deep he was penetrating. Having to loosen herself from his grip to support herself by touching the cool restroom floor.

Begging and panting for more.

Until finally being in a carrying position. She clings to the attractive man with nothing on except her thigh-highs and a barely hanging heel. Though he was in no better shape than she was, with lipstick marks on his neck and shoulders and around his mouth and lips, his pants hanging around his ankles, his cloak and shirt discarded somewhere, leaving him naked with arms around his neck and legs wrapped behind him, he lifts her completely off the ground while thrusting inside her.

‘Yes, this is what I want. This is what I need.’ She thought and kissed again. Each kiss feels better than the last, and their kiss grows deeper.

"My girl," The handsome man declared, making her pussy flutter around him at the idea of being his girl, his good girl. And he was aware of it.

"Yeah? Like being mine? My good girl. How about that? My good girl, my good girl, my good girl…" He chanted as he dragged his cock into her writhing walls, making sure she felt every inch of his length.

She nodded, feverishly nodding her head in approval, whines pouring out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her tongue lolled out as drool dripped from her mouth.

She couldn't envision this man saying these embarrassing things, but he did, and he said them deliciously with pride.

He paused, smoothing aside the damp hairs from her forehead before continuing.

"Do you want me to cum inside? Speak up, like a big girl. Daddy loves it when you use your big girl words." He purred, stroking her cheek and staring into her sex-dazed eyes.

“Y-YES! Yes, Daddy, I want you to stuff me full of your load -Nng!”

He chuckles as he hears her feeble whimper and sees her teary eyes. Her arms clutch his shoulders as she looks him down with gritting teeth and tears-shedding eyes before eventually feeling shy and attempting to avert her gaze yet he didn't allow her to, cupping her face and keeping her gaze on his.

"Cum with me," he huffed, drawing her face close as she nodded. They were in a trance, staring into one other's eyes and panting as he looked between her eyes and lips, touching her bottom lip before gripping the back of her neck and drawing her close for a passionate kiss.

Bouncing her on his cock, over and over again, until she notices his heartbeat rising, his length throbbing, and his breath quickening when he rips away. Fucking her fast and hard, growling in her ear about who treats her well, who fills her up like this, and who makes her cum this fucking good. And all she could say while sobbing against his mouth was that it was him, and only he could make her feel good, and of course, they both ate it up.

Their bodies stutteringly clung to each other as he thrust into her slowly and deeply, cumming. She brushes his wet bangs away and puts his face in the crook of her neck, watching his body heave as his hips thrust lazily upward while firmly holding her body close to his so she doesn't collapse.

Slowly setting her down on the counter after a few minutes yet she still clung to the man in front of her with those big flirtatious eyes, peering naively up at those glowing red ones while pouting.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” Looking down to hide her embarrassment, but he reaches his long finger out and beneath her chin, gently lifting her face to look at him. Silently ordering her to speak.

"So that's it then. What’s the point of all of this? For you to just leave?" It’s so unfair." She murmurs while clutching his cloak and turning away from him, not wanting this man to see her cry.

"Enough now. Have I not tormented you enough?" He was hesitant to turn her head to face him, gently cupping her chin, seeing tears running down her cheeks and staining her once dolled-up face, and he wiped it away with the sleeve of his coat.

He focused his entire attention on her. He’d never witnessed her being that submissive. Her lips were swollen from kissing, and her face was heated to the touch with half-lidded eyelids. In all honesty, she was a mess, but to Itachi, she looks absolutely stunning right now.

"Will I ever see you again? -Only if you want to...! She paused before continuing, suddenly aware that she was yelling at the stranger. " I-I mean…"

He pulled away from her to redress himself. He smiled apologetically, occasionally massaging the side of her thighs just in case she had a cramp. "We'll have to wait and see. Until then, take care of yourself."

She cries out to him just as he is about to take another step.

"Wait! Before you go, what is your name?" As she waited for his response, she sheepishly covered her chest with her discarded top.

"It's Itachi," he said, casting a side glance.

‘Itachi~’ She touched her chin and nibbled her bottom lip.

She liked how his name sounded coming out of her mouth.

Itachi made his way to the door of the restroom, where he stops to clarify something.

"By the way, no fooling around. If what you said is true in the heat of the moment, then your body belongs to me. If I find out you forgot, I won't hesitate to remind you." He said, exiting the restroom, leaving the curvy beauty speechless and awestruck after him.

Did that just happen? She had never experienced anything so vivid, yet so dreamlike at the same time. It felt so amazing that she was already missing the mysterious stranger.

As she was getting dressed something slips out of a piece of clothing and fell to the ground leaving a clinking sound after it. Kneeling down and picking up the object she observes the metal ring with the crimson center with the writing “Shu” on it. Flashbacks of the familiar ring flood her thoughts from when Itachi had his hand wrapped around her neck as she face the mirror.

He wouldn't mind her keeping the ring as a memory of their nightly passion, would he?

———————

“There you go, enjoy your meal.” She said, bowing with a kind smile on her face before leaving.

It had been weeks since their encounter, and she had returned the next night, waiting for hours to see whether she would see Itachi again. She eventually gives up and realizes that she will never see him again.

Carrying the tray of Dangos, she headed to where the cook said the diner sat until noticing the familiar ring on her right ring finger.

She had been so attached to him in such a short time that she did not dare or intend to revert to her old self. Surprisingly, swearing not to sleep around. Sure, it was entertaining for a time, but when Itachi claimed that she was his, she couldn't help but smile.

"Sorry for the wait! Please enjoy your..."

Moving aside the short noren curtains, she abruptly halted in her tracks and noticed the familiar red cloud pattern noir cloak on the person she had assumed she'd never see again.

‘No way... It’s him. Itachi!’ She dashes back inside, hiding behind a wall, nearly knocking the sweets off the tray she was holding.

‘Hopefully, he didn't see me.’

She wants nothing more than to run up to the mysterious man with open arms and kiss him passionately before clinging onto him while telling him how much she missed him and how she's been such a good girl since their lovemaking.

But she can't be ecstatic, at least not in front of everyone. Yet, if Itachi truly wanted to see her, he knew where she worked and where she met for pleasure, but he didn't, leaving her to wonder if it was all a dream (when it wasn't).

Easing her nerves, she took a deep breath before making her way toward him.

“H-Hello,” Showing her best fake smile, she places the sweet treats down next to him, before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. If he wanted to keep what they had a secret, so be it. She was used to this.

“Enjoy…” She mutters out, giving a faint smile before turning back so he couldn't see her smile fall.

She'd never felt so nervous before. The suspicion that he is lying to her in order to get his way with her and, as a practical joke, going where she works and claiming not to know, it hurts. However, before she could go, her hand, which was holding the crimson ring, was seized, keeping her motionless.

"So, as you predicted, we meet again." He whispers in her ear, causing her to gasp and hide her heated face with the tray in her hand.

"I-I should leave since others are waiting for their meals." She averted his eyes as she said that.

But Itachi would not let her.

"Look at me." He coos, his breath tickling her sensitive ear as he drags his finger up the side of her face, bringing her close to meet his.

Taking the dish from her and dumping it someplace near them, he immediately had her under his spell.

“What’s the matter? Why is the pretty girl pouting?” He teases, showing a faint smile. “Don't play with me, Itachi-sama. I thought we wouldn't see each other again and that what we did was just a one-time thing.” She hissed out, struggling to get out of his grip.

That made his brow twitch.

“Don’t you miss me?” He smirked, ignoring her feeble attempt and comment.

Which only seems to irk her.

“Did you?”

If only she knew, how long Itachi had been silently yearning for the curvy beauty. Observing the way she works at a local Dango shop and how she approaches every customer's table sensually, swaying her hips from side to side as she sets their treats on the table while wearing a smile and innocent-appearing eyes, and then makes her way away to take the order of another customer.

He wanted her to leave lose the phony image and show her true self. The confident, brave, and sexy woman who does not take crap, is an overly eager hussy and appears to become bashful and pouty when her Daddy is not there.

Or so she thinks.

For Itachi, he kept assuring himself that what he was doing for months was for her sake and would not interfere with anything she did, only observing her every move. Keeping one of his crows following her wherever she went.

I mean, was she that gullible?

She didn't seem to care about her personal safety.

Wearing the sexiest, tightest-fitting clothes imaginable so late at night. What if something went wrong? He’s not shaming her in what she wears -no, he just doesn't trust the outside world. If you think this man is insane now, just wait till something intervenes with her safety.

He'll be there in a heartbeat.

It was almost as if this was a test. A test to see who could deliver her the pleasure she wanted and deserved. And a test to see how long she could tolerate being with other men before being taken away by him.

To bind her solely to one dick.

His.

So, when she asks if he misses her, the answer is yes.

He was drawn to her piercing gaze, then to her lush, slightly parted lips in a cute pout, as she bit her bottom lip as noticed where he was looking.

"How about I show you how much I miss you?" He charmingly smiled, leaving her flustered and stammering.

"If you think you can just walk into my life and expect me to just-" She abruptly responds, slamming his chest to vent her annoyance, but stops as Itachi clutches her wrist. "W-what are you doing?" She stutters, feeling his warm fingers trace her arm till they lock hands.

"I believe this belongs to me." He stated this while staring her down and bringing their linked hands between them, revealing the silver ring she cherished.

Of course, he would change the subject.

“I found it.” She calmly said, trying to regain herself by pulling her hand away and behind her body.

“Of course you did.” He grins, surprisingly leaving the ring on her finger. “Keep it. I have another one.” Itachi already knew she'd take the ring, deliberately leaving the silver ring where she could see it, imbuing it with a very special seal.

“And let not forget you putting the honorific ‘sama’ after my name. It hurts my feeling when you said that…” He said, drawing her close and seductively whispering her name with the honorific ‘chan’ right behind it.

“S-Stop it, Itachi! I’m working right now. Everyone could see-” She whispered shouting while backing away from him.

"-that didn't stop you last time. Remember, pinned down on the counter while-"

“Shut up!”

He can't help but tease the curvaceous beauty. It's amusing to see her become flustered and embarrassed while attempting to fight him back. It's cute.

“Ssshhh…Relax.” He cuddled her and brought their foreheads together to soothe her down. Of course, it eases her. She clung to his cloak and gradually gave in to her loneliness and longing for him.

"I really miss you." She whispered sheepishly, biting her lip and looking at him with hungry eyes.

"I'm sure you did, Love. Have you been a good girl since I left?" Itachi knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.

"Yes." She pants out, already forgetting where she was as she clings to Itachi's arm.

“Well... Are you going to let me reward you for being my good girl, or are you going to be a brat once again?" He stated this while arching his brow, but before she could speak, he cut her off. "I'll give you two options: tell them you're on your very long break or go back and serve with me gone." He left it at that.

Itachi slips the dango from the dish and begins to walk, leaving her there with no time to evaluate her choices.

But you already know which one you'll go with, right?

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A Sims 4 Horse Ranch* review, by a Simmer who's not all that into horses

* Software not final. Sponsored by EA.

First, many thanks to EA/Maxis for the early access! This was a treat for me, to get access to an early build to try out for a while, as I'm not exactly a high-profile streamer. Or a streamer at all. Or even a creator (though I'll upload a household I came to love to the Gallery when I get a chance!). But I do love this game! And I love that I can help more of you play it the way you want to. Anyway, the review…

What I liked!

The great range of build/buy! I'll get LOTS of use out of this. It complements some other packs well too.

There are lots of helpful rooms in build mode for fast stables and nectar-related spaces! As a non-builder who sometimes tries to build, I was really happy to have a premade horse stall for my lot.

[image: a pre-built stable room in Build mode]

There's lots of Teen–Elder clothing and hair, and I love the dirty clothes swatches. I'll get LOTS of use out of this pack's CAS! And it will go well with styles from some other packs, too.

The new Afro-textured hairs are a welcome recognition that the cowboy culture of the Old West was not a White culture — there were lots of Black, Hispanic, and Indigenous cowboys and entrepreneurial women in the Old West!

I deeply appreciate the Indigenous content in build/buy, recipes, and CAS — I could see lots there in CAS, for example, that the Navajo people I saw and met in Utah and northern New Mexico (which is a part of the world I really want to go back to) wore IRL.

Lots range from fairly small (15 x 20) to quite large. I appreciate the range as someone who isn't a fan of building on large lots when I do build. There are horse practice areas in the land around some small lots, so you can still keep a horse there.

For Strangerville owners who love that landscape (which I do!), there's now somewhere for that valley, with its smaller population, to be "near". I can imagine that you'd drive up into a range from the new world and drop down into hidden Strangerville. Driving the other direction might take you to Oasis Springs.

The horse-riding and other horse animations are really detailed and fluid. They interact a lot with each other, too. I felt like parent and child horses recognized their relationship even.

[image: a mare lovingly nuzzling her foal]

The sheep and goats are endlessly adorable. Plus profitable! :D And they can sleep in your house!

The rabbithole adventure location out in the countryside has a very different gameplay than previous ones! And it has great sound effects -- play it with the volume up! It's hard to find, though. But it was nice to not need other tricks to get access. (I still have not done the secret places in Oasis Springs or the Outdoor Retreat pack!)

What I didn't like:

No new fridge, stove, bathtub, or toilet (I do like getting more of those!)

Very little boys' children's clothes. And no chaps for Children, even though they can ride and even though Toddlers got some

I would have liked a higher-tech/automated version of a nectar maker. However, this isn't a feature I care about much anyway.

You can't breed the mini goats and sheep, and there aren't even smaller baby ones. I'd have liked to have a full-on sheep farm. I like sheep. (I can practically see my husband glaring about how much I like sheep, even though he's waaaaay far away at the office right now.)

[image: a smiling, leaping mini-sheep, with a spotted goat behind it]

I definitely would never have found the countryside rabbithole without help, but maybe you will? If I could figure out how to do spoilers here, I would...

The horse-toy balls are a little… glowy? for my taste. They also weren't where I looked for them in the catalog, so you'll want to use search for them.

Cross-pack things?

I'd have liked to check out these before now, but with the pre-patch builds, that's not an option, and I'm always kind of busy when patches come out! For example ...

How do cats and dogs interact with horses, sheep, and goats?

Can horses be familiars for spellcasters?

Are there new Milestones?

Are there new Lifestyles?

Are there new Club rules, and are there enough of those?

This Simmer needs to know! (And eventually will.)

Neat things to know!

There's a rabbithole building in town where you can change or plan outfits like a dresser! And just off the main road in town there's a rabbithole building where you can buy goats, sheep, and groceries and other useful things, like horse age-up treats. I liked having an alternative way to buy these things and a whole new way to plan outfits. I'd be happy for more of that. If I can't go into a building, I might as well at least be able to pretend I can. As long as they don't end up being worlds stuffed with rabbitholes in place of gameplay (actually watching horse competition would have been nice!).

You can use a Community Board in town (or from B/B if you want one on your lot) to take local one-off jobs for money. Most need you to own a Horse or some sheep or goats. There are lots of ways to make money as a rancher without needing someone in the household to have a job. My relatives who are farmers will be seriously jealous.

Get to know that Crinkletop guy! He's very useful.

Bugs? Bugs!

Things to watch out for that were issues for me in the early-access build, which is NOT the release build, so hopefully it's a bit better:

Ranch dancing is EXTREMELY popular. You might want to not keep a radio at home until the new dancing has a mod to … moderate it. Or is tuned down by the devs. But I do like it when I'm in control!

[image: five Sims ranch dancing (line dancing) as a group, including two Don Lothario and Eliza Pancakes]

The beautiful stone fireplace was also very, very popular, and of course potentially deadly. Watch out for that.

Ranch hands are NOT reliable. They might stay really, really late. They might stop showing up after a couple days. They might forget the things you instructed them NOT to do the day before. They might be super into kicking the garbage bin over. Keep an eye on your ranch hand. At least until the day, someday, when they get fixed. I'm hoping this is also moddable for those of us on PC.

At one point I had a weird bug where my Sim decided she would NOT eat. The rest of the household could eat. Guests could eat. They could eat HER food. It was fixed by going to the world map and back into the household, so I didn't find out if she was going to just starve to death.

I couldn't find some of the new CAS at first because some men's outfits were under "jumpsuit" for no apparent reason. So, if you're looking for some cool outerwear, try "jumpsuits." Hopefully it was recategorized for the release build!

And that's it! I'm happy to answer questions!

#sims 4 horse ranch #the sims 4 horse ranch #ts4 horse ranch #sponsored by EA #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #simblr

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nightmaretist · 5 months

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TIMING: Mid April PARTIES: Mercy & Inge LOCATION: Dance Macabre SUMMARY: Inge finds Mercy in the club bathroom, where the vampire is hiding from the loud noise and flashing lights. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

Going to Dance Macabre had lost some of its charm now that Inge couldn’t get down on the dance floor as she was used to. She tended to get into the club with an air of confidence, ready to dance to the goth music that usually ruled the speakers and make it through a sleepless night. But there was no fun to be found in dancing now and so she found herself evading the club or, if she visited, sitting in a booth, sulking.

Most days, she didn’t even make her way there by car and foot — she just manifested in a bathroom stall, locked it and waited a moment before exiting. Today she chose that way, preferring her commute through the astral. She’d been back at school teaching and her body hurt from the standing, but she didn’t want another day at home.

So she swung open the door of the bathroom, finding it empty save for one person. A woman – no surprise there – and as would be Inge’s luck, she was upset. For a moment she stood there in the doorway of the bathroom stall, wondering if she could get away with astral projecting somewhere else but eventually deciding against it. “Hey,” she said, walking up to the sinks and mirrors. She opened a faucet, let cold water run over her hands despite her not having used the toilet. “Everything okay?” She wondered if this was a human, hoped it wasn’t. “Something happen out there?”

—

Mercy was tired of being confined to Caleb’s house. It was where she lingered most days, unless she were at The Sugar Pot working in the shadows learning about how the 21st century seemed to work. And even then, those days could be quite frustrating. Nothing about Wicked’s Rest was as she had remembered, except the occasional stroll through nature where somehow man had decided to leave things untouched. Those were her favorite places. And they had reminded her briefly of the life she had once lived.

But tonight, while Caleb was out doing his own thing, Mercy had found herself venturing out into the darkness and down sidewalks and streets until she had come to a place known as Dance Macabre. For whatever reason, it had given her an odd sensation. It had felt right and where she belonged. Even the name seemed to remind her of the works of one of the greatest playwrights of her time…William Shakespeare.

As she moved forward, drawn in, she smiled as a man who was much larger than her small 5’2” stature allowed her to pass into the haze of living and undead alike. It wasn’t what she had expected at all. And in fact, it was so loud that it hurt her ears. Music thumped and the smoke and haze with strobing lights left her feeling disoriented. She had immediately regretted coming into the loud nightclub. But Mercy couldn’t seem to find her way out, and instead, she stumbled towards the bar, where a tall blonde woman had asked if she was okay, before the vampire made a break for what seemed to be a dark hall that was mute with anything flashing.

Coming to a doorway, she desperately looked for the handle and out of frustration pushed on it, which sent her careening forward and into a smaller room that wreaked of an all too familiar stink that lingered in the fields of Salem many, many years ago. But Mercy didn’t care. It seemed like a safer place to be - with muffled sounds and steady white candlelight overhead, and without thinking any harder, she found a dark and safe space to crawl up under, until she heard a voice speak to her.

Peering out from under the sink, Mercy looked up to see a woman standing there, “Nay, tis much too loud and all consuming. I hath made quite the mistake in coming here. But I know not of how to leave.” The 17th century vampire realized her words were once again aging her, but in this moment, the fear and anxiety she felt was much too great to worry about what someone thought.

—

The bathroom was often a place for things like this, wasn’t it? For drunk girls to deliver compliments as if they were soliloquies and wipe a strand of hair from your face. To hold someone’s hand, tell another that the man she was after was hardly worth her time, to exchange tampons and lipgloss. Inge still carried tampons with her for this reason, even if she didn’t need them any more.

And those things she was good at, but this? A woman crouching under a sink, looking absolutely overwhelmed with her surroundings. As if this was the first time she’d been a club. Distantly she remembered what it had been like, to venture into the city and go into a place like this for the first time. She’d gone to parties back in town, but they’d been held in sheds and living rooms, sometimes in the town cafe — and the attendants had all been familiar figures. Former babysitters, classmates, colleagues of her parents, the veterinarian and friends of her husband.

Going out in Amsterdam had been dizzying. Everything had been dizzying after she had been transformed, of course, but she had felt like this. That was so long ago now — Inge frequented clubs aplenty these days, found their noise and sounds comforting.

She dried off her hands, looked down at the other woman. She spoke like she was stuck in a different era which might have made plenty raise their eyebrows. But Inge was an undead woman in an undead nightclub, so it wasn’t entirely out there. She gave a look of sympathy, something she extended primarily because she hoped the other was undead like her.

“Alright,” she said, crouching down a little. “Why don’t you get out from under there, huh?” She extended a hand. “I know this place like the back of my hand, so I can show you the way out.” Inge hadn’t planned on doing something like this tonight, but she found that life never seemed to go as planned as of late. “What’s your name? Did anyone bother you?”

—

The new world had really been something. Over the course of nearly four hundred years, Mercy had laid deep underground in a pine box that held dirt and decay leaving her with one struggle…keep her mind intact. There had been a lifetime’s worth of worry to dwell on for centuries having no answers and never having contact with anyone but bugs crawling over her slowly rotting form. In and out of her mouth on occasion. Over her eyes, in and out of her ears. Nibbling on her clothing and flesh. And at first, she would scream trying to shake off the creatures that scared her so, but as time passed, she had given in…allowed them to linger on her form considering it was as close to human touch and companionship as she could get. The millions of tiny legs and bodies over the years crawled around looking for food or a place to reside, all while she began to focus more on mental tasks and memories. Until finally, one day, there was just silence from giving up, except for the occasional hard thump, rumble, or rattle that shook the ground around her.

But now, here she was surrounded by too much noise. Too many people. Too much stimulation struggling to accept all of it and understand what it meant and why people were so different.

Leaning back slightly as she watched the other woman kneel down, Mercy was cautious. And as soon as she noticed her hand, she hesitated, before giving in and taking it. Managing to pull herself out and up, the petite woman straightened up in her posture, “Thankee. My name is Mercy, and what shall I call thee?” She looked with sad blue eyes in her direction, “Nay. No one hath bothered me.” It probably seemed absurd to someone such as the woman standing in front of Mercy, but here they both were having this strange interaction.

—

There was some kind of nurturing instinct within her still. Inge didn’t enjoy it when this instinct gave her responsibility, but that didn’t mean it didn’t prop up from time to time. She wasn’t wholly uncaring, after all — she cared for her fellow undead, in most cases, and even as a professor she didn’t mind being a bit of a guide. And so it made sense to extend a hand and be glad when it was taken, looking at the shaking woman with a hint of concern.

She continued to speak in that ancient way and it reminded her of Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet, with all the flashing lights behind the door but the Shakespearean speech falling off her lips. Something about it was theatrical, but it was also not wholly strange in a world where people could live to be a thousand years old and not age a day. Inge moved a pluck of the other’s blonde hair behind her ear.

“I’m Inge,” she said. “And I am glad no one has bothered you.” She had a small inner debate on how to broach the subject of the other’s potential immortality. She let it go for now. It could be discussed outside. “Alright. We’re just going to get out of here now, okay?” She took her hand again. “Get some fresh air. I’ll guide the way.” She gave a small smile, used her free hand to open the bathroom door and welcome the sounds of the club, heavy bass pumping through her ears. She pushed past people with ease, as she was practiced in the art of moving through large masses and reached for the doors once she’d gotten there, letting go of Mercy’s hand as they got outside. “Better?”

—

Mercy, though apprehensive about leaving the safety of the bathroom, no matter how dingy it was, had felt something familiar and warm with the woman that stood in front of her. Her words were soft and kind. There were no harsh stares, just someone who spoke gently, compared to the other people who had milled about earlier in the bathroom not even noticing Mercy tucked away in her hiding space, “Tis a pleasure to meet thee, even under such circumstance. I am Mercy.” A small, subtle smile appeared across her face cutting through the sadness that lingered in her blue eyes.

At the request to leave, Mercy inhaled deeply and released a small sigh as she nodded in approval of the plan. And with a grip much tighter than before, she latched onto Inge and followed the other woman through the overwhelming loudness of the music and modern people to finally reach the outside of the club.

With the coolness of the night air hitting her face, she let out another sigh, but this time it was one of full relief. Mercy was free and safe. The music thumping inside the building was still somewhat intimidating and the people wandering around outside Dance Macabre made her somewhat nervous, but she was free from the modern prison of a cacophony of sounds and peculiar people, “Much better, aye. Thankee from freeing me from such a prison. How dost one stand such chaos?” She looked to Inge with genuine concern.

—

Mercy’s hand was cold in her own, which was to say, she was the same temperature. Inge knew some people were just coldblooded but this was a meeting place of the undead. She would take the leap, she decided, once they were outside. For now her goal was clear: she was to take this confused and lost woman outside, to lead her to a place where lights didn’t flash and music didn’t pump.

She laughed softly at the question Mercy asked once they were outside. She had been like this once, she kept telling herself. Overwhelmed and wide eyed. Wondering why people enjoyed places so crowded, so filled with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes. Back then people had smoked inside. Back then she had smoked inside. “You learn to like it, if you want. It’s nice to enjoy the music together. To find people …” She smiled. “To have fun.”

She started to walk from the sound of the pulsing music, though, looking at Mercy to see if she was following. “So … and correct me if I’m wrong,” Inge said. It was dark out. She could disappear if this was a mistake. “But are you of the unaging kind? You seem much older than you look. And that is a compliment.”

—

Mercy looked back as people stumbled out of the club laughing. It was nice to see people enjoying themselves. To see happiness, when she had come from a stricter time. One of morals and standards you did not question out of fear of what could happen. People liked to talk, and Mercy hated being the subject of their talk, but it seemed that people in this day and age were more wrapped up in their own needs, then that of those around them. Of course, the vampire had only been present in this new, modern world for the briefest of moments, so she hadn’t discovered tabloid magazines and online trolls.

“Fun? I do not recall such a word.” It was true. The word hadn’t come around until the early 1700s when Mercy was already buried deep underground. And like the people leaving Dance Macabre, laughing and smiling was something she hadn’t done in quite a while. In fact, the only genuine smile she could remember recently was something Caleb had said. The moving people in the wall often made her laugh, but it was somewhat hollow and only because it got her mind off of things, “I hope to find enjoyment in life once more, when the shock of these modern times has dulled.”

Noticing Inge move forward, Mercy followed, “Aye. I hath not aged. At least as far as one can tell without being able to see one’s own reflection. I was born in 1657 and lived in Salem town, up until I was accused of being a witch. From there I fled to Wicked’s Rest, but fate hath determined an early grave after being accused of being a demon, in which I was laid to rest in a pine box where I hath been for nearly 400 years.” She looked towards the ground remembering what both Caleb and Alistair had warned against, but Inge had saved her, and she felt she had owed the woman an explanation.

—

There was a chance that this woman was some kind of cosplayer, a goth who committed to the bit very hard, but Inge doubted it. Mercy had seemed genuinely upset by the noise and chaos in the club and hadn’t seemed to be performing for any kind of audience. Besides, Inge had met people who were old before — vampires and mares who’d ran around the world for multiple centuries and weren’t able to shake the antiquity from their way of speaking. This seemed more like that.

“Maybe you’ll have to look somewhere else besides clubs, then. They aren’t for everyone.” She gave a little hint of a smile, glad that the other was walking with her. And then Mercy offered a kind of honesty that was dangerous in these parts — even though she had been the one with the forward questioning in the first place. She was nearly half a century old, it was hard to imagine such a life – especially such a life spent in a pine box.

She could not be a mare, then. If Inge had been buried alive for so long, she would have perished after a while due to starvation. Her mind flashed to Ariadne, locked in a van. It flashed to Italy, where she’d hungered while trapped. “That’s horrible,” she said, “Fate …” She tsk-ed, halted and looked at Mercy. “There is no such thing as fate. Just ignorant and cruel humans. I’m sorry that happened to you.” She shook her head. “I’m undead too, for what it’s worth. A mare.” She looked over the other. She hoped this wasn’t a lie. She wondered if it was — but she knew how cruel hunters could be. She could still flee away if this woman was a hunter who knew how to play her cards. “And I am of the opinion our kind should stick together, hm? Watch each other’s backs. Maybe teach you a thing or two about this twenty first century.”

— Mercy was starting to relax and find comfort in Inge’s company. She had spoken harshly, but from the last days of the vampire’s time with the living, before being shoved in a box, there was some truth held in Inge’s words. However, Caleb had been kind. Even Alistair. The paths she had crossed so far held kindness, but the more she thought about it, including learning what Inge was – not that Mercy knew what a mare was, she was coming to find that everyone who had been kind had been far from being a mere human, “I suppose you speak truth in the regard of humans.” It was still an odd notion knowing she wasn’t technically a part of the living human world anymore.

“Preytell, Inge, but what is a mare?” Mercy looked to her new friend as they walked slowly down the sidewalk. There was still so much to learn in this world. More about vampires, such as herself, and the other creatures that seemed to roam the modern streets of Wicked’s Rest. But she wanted to learn. She wanted to know. If this was to be her new life, she had to know.

“I propose a deal. I shall teach thee of life in the 1600s, if thee shall be so kind as to teach me of life in the 2000s.” With a more confident smile, now that she was away from the booming nightlife of Wicked’s Rest, Mercy locked arms with her new friend. If there were more people like the Inges, Calebs, and Alistairs of the world, she had hoped she would cross paths with them sooner or later, because at least life in modern times wouldn’t be so lonely or so hard.

#holding out for a hero.#threads.#mercy.

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sunflwryu · 2 years

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warning: yandere | suggested by: anon + 🫧 anon | part 1

surrender

“so why did you come to school with the nishimura niki?”

you stiffen as your classmates gather around your desk, faux smiles plastered on their faces as they eagerly await your response. there’s something off about them, but you dismiss it; you know they only want to hear the gossip, anything to cure their boredom, anything to talk about, and especially if it was about the hottest and richest yet untouchable it boy of the entire school. from the look in their eyes, you could tell they already had their own assumptions about everything. it wouldn’t matter at all what you said at all, the rumor would be everywhere by lunchtime, and you couldn’t do a thing about it. still, their expectant gazes paled in comparison to niki’s.

“he must like you, right? and you like him back...?”

you give a tight smile, not knowing where to look but awkwardly at your books. did they know something? why would they assume that straight away when you haven’t ever been seen together in school? you had rushed in way ahead of him, not wanting to be caught in the rumors, but they found you anyway. “well...um, we—”

something drops on the floor, making you jump in your seat. everyone turns in the direction of the sudden sound, and said boy gives a slight smile. “my bad,” he says, picking up the fallen book casually, but his eyes are focused solely on you, flashing with electricity, warning that you shouldn’t say anything but the truth to them, that you shouldn’t make any lame excuses, especially in front of him. you gulp, shuddering as you whip back around, heart thudding in your ears. you start to wring your hands, and you can feel his gaze boring into your back mercilessly, your entire body tensing, attempting to make yourself smaller.

you hate it, you hate how much fear he strikes in you, you hate the expectations he has for you, and most of all, you hate the unreasonability of his demands. you reach up to touch your neck, feeling the bandage there with a sour grimace, a reminder of your last defiance.

“so, what—”

before they can pester you anymore, you bolt out the classroom door, head down and wishing that everything wasn’t so messed up, but you still can’t shake that awful feeling he gave you. it still lingers on the tip of your tongue, like a bitter aftertaste you can’t wash down, but you try to anyway at the water fountain. it only jolts you more into the moment, returning you to reality enough to register the sound of the door opening again.

you don’t have to look back to know whose footsteps approach, your legs spurring into motion instinctively and you’re into the nearest bathroom you can find and locking yourself in a stall out of pure panic, breathing heavily, but you’re not sure if it’s from running or from the anxiety hammering in your chest right now.

it’s all coming back to you: the sense of disbelief, disgust, fear, dread, and doom in stages of rapid succession, hitting you like you’ve never felt before. he’s cornering you again, he’s going to force you into his mad delusions again, he’s going to—

“honey? is everything alright?” he calls for you from the entrance of the bathroom.

his voice alone, especially accompanied with the haunting echo of the bathroom, makes the tiniest of whimpers escape your lips involuntarily and your skin starts to crawl. his tone is just so easygoing, as if he’s talking to an innocently naive child. it makes you feel so small, it’s like you exist only to go along with his delusions. is this how he sees people? or is it just you?

either way, you hate it.

you put the toilet lid down and sit down on it, tucking your knees to your chest, trying to think how to get out of this situation without things being in his favor.

you hear him take a few slow steps into the bathroom. if it’s one thing you’re thankful for, you’ve learned, it’s his patience. the only problem is, you don’t know when it’ll run out since he always gives you false positives, like the off-putting giddiness of his demeanor and the threat in his eyes. “honey, please answer me...”

“i-i-i need some time right now,” you blurt before he can get any closer. “i-i’m alright. i just...i want to be alone...” you curse your voice for its slight tremor. it doesn’t make you sound very convincing.

“honey...” niki says softly, sounding quite concerned, “you don’t sound okay...”

each second that passes by feels like an eternity thanks to the tension in the air. you sigh and take a deep breath, hoping it would steady your voice. “i’m okay, darling,” you cringe when you use the endearment, but going along with his delusions, his image of you even just a little can chip away at his patience less, maybe even make you more convincing. “i just got nervous being questioned in front of so many people, so i wanted to take a break from it all until class starts,” you explain, clenching your fists as you pray it’ll work, that he would walk away and let you be for a little while longer so you can figure out a better plan to leave him behind, or better yet, put him in a jail cell where he can’t control you anymore. it’s most of the truth, so he should buy it, right?

“ahh, i see,” he nods in understanding, his voice sounding much more relaxed. “you’re always so shy around other people too...how could i forget? i’m such a bad boyfriend.”

you resist the urge to agree with his statement, seething with disgust at his self-proclaimed title, remembering the anger you had to bottle up inside when you first heard him call himself that. you have to play this smart though, you can’t let him win in this situation. “no, you’re not,” you reassure him as softly as you can, buttering him up with the best sugary tone you can muster. you cringe again inside; it’s not you at all. “don’t worry about me, darling. i just need some time away from everyone, including you, to get over it, okay?” you cross your fingers, your eyes on the ceiling as you pray he’ll listen to you and go away.

“i still worry though, honey...you can’t be like this forever.”

the last bit of his sentence makes you anxious. “i won’t, darling...” your mind’s racing for some sort of plausible excuse to keep him away for now, an excuse that goes along with his thinking, but your heart’s still thumping loudly. “i’m getting better...you should go back without waiting for me, alright? i don’t want you to be late for class...”

“what kind of boyfriend would i be if i left without you? what, are your expectations of me that low? class doesn’t matter if it’s for you....” you can hear the pout in his voice. “i’ll wait here for you, honey, so take your time.” it’s not a question, but a firm statement. your heart sinks.

“b-b-but—”

you’re interrupted by him again, but this time, his tone isn’t so nice. “what? are you hiding something from me? why do you keep pushing me away?” his words are sharp, accusing, and they send you into a panic, blocking any excuses you could sputter. “are you cheating on me or something? and so soon after we got into a relationship? do you not want me around?”

yes, you silently reply, i wouldn’t want to ever see you again if i could. if only you had the guts to actually say it though...you’re too fucking scared of him, the threat last time alone’s enough to shut you up for good.

“i—”

“you’re going to open the door now, honey.”

the implications that sentence holds are clear. despite your fear of the present him, you’re fearful of what he could do to ruin your life, so you obey without even thinking, robotically, automatically before you can stop yourself, standing in order to do so.

“oh darling, you’re a mess,” he whispers as he enters the stall, towering over you with an unmatched terror to his aura that freezes you in place, his fingers brushing away the tears you haven’t even realized are trickling down your cheeks so gently, so tenderly that you almost forget the bitterness on your tongue from his advances, from his mere presence alone as he observes you, the slightest of smiles tugging at his lips. “i’m here now, okay? and i have something that might cheer you up. i know it’s not an ideal place, but...i love you so much, honey...”

broken sobs leave your mouth, choked as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out what looks to be a....no, please...don’t do this, please. you’re not even sure if your pleas are in your head anymore or if they’re just whispers he refuses to hear, but it doesn’t matter now, it really doesn’t, you’ve let him in now to capture you, to seal the deal once and for all.

his hand lifts yours, and he presses the back of it to his lips. they feel velvet soft despite how devilish he really is, like a lure to the depths of despair, but you can’t escape him, you can’t escape from the fall anyway, his grip tightening, his arm slithering around your waist to secure you in the position he wants, like you’re his own little marionette, dancing to the tune he wants, the tune everyone but you can hear, loves to hear. all you can do is watch in horror as he slides the golden band on your ring finger elegantly, a twisted affection in that hazy gaze of his, ignoring your small head shakes, dismissing your trembling as merely nerves, or perhaps it’s the happiness he mistakenly sees in you that you couldn’t see in yourself as you stare past his shoulder, focusing on the you in the mirror that stares back with heartwrenching dismay.

and then it hits you as you recognize the hints of a fake smile frozen on your face, and you understand now: the faux smiles from your classmates weren’t for you, they were for him.

all to set up the stage perfectly for him, to lead him to this moment, to encourage you to accept the inevitability to come. the happiness they showed, the happiness your new friends showed, the happiness everyone had would all fade into nothingness thanks to his terrifyingly cold presence, but the smiles remained on their faces full of fear, all to appease the one and only nishimura niki, to paint him the picture he wanted, the picture he decided on his own, because he never, never was told “no” once in his life, never was told that his ideas were wrong, never was told that maybe, just maybe his assumptions missed the mark, and because of that, everyone, everyone were his minions, robots that had no choice, no free will but to go along with him, be swept and work hard to maintain the story he’s crafted in that crooked mind of his every single time, and that was that.

they must’ve known, somehow, or he must’ve told them all about his one-sided crush on you, and both thoughts disgust you to no end.

no wonder why your friends encouraged you to confront him about his creepiness alone, all saying they had to do something, go somewhere. you had forgotten, but you remember it now. you remember their frantic eyes.

your eyes go back to the ring on your finger, focusing on its shine, on how it now permanently bounds you to him figuratively, surely not literally for at least a little while. he pulls you into a hug, patting your back soothingly, trying to comfort you, luckily unafraid of the world, unafraid of anything at all, because now he was unstoppable, and absolutely nothing could shatter his delusions, nothing could disrupt his tune, nothing at all.

and like a marionette...all you could do was surrender to his control like everyone else.

note: thanks for reading, everyone! and thank you to anon and 🫧 anon for encouraging me to do this. i wasn’t thinking about it but their suggestions caused some ideas to pop into my head. you all are so sweet. this was a fun piece to write lol. also this technically can be read as a stand alone! ^_^

to be honest, i wrote this a long time ago, back when the anons who suggested this came to my inbox and back when the first part was originally read. i never actually finished the ending (couldn’t figure out how to write the one i originally intended), but i’ve been wanting to finish and release this for all of you. the above author’s note is what i wrote originally at the time and that hasn’t changed, but i wanted to add this here ig. i hope you all like this all the same, even though it’s been a while! thank you for being so patient with waiting for me and my works, i’ve been so busy and...yeah, just a lot of tiring stuff. i hope this makes sense. niki is...quite the interesting character here. i’m looking forward to your thoughts! feel free to ask questions, i hope mc’s realization wasn’t a curveball outta nowhere and niki’s character is consistent with the last installment (because honestly i hadn’t planned for a sequel for “encouragement”, but here we are).

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fatandnerdy30 · 1 year

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please write a protective Scott Lang one as him as the giant 🥺🙏

Ask and you shall recieve!!

Scott was driving along when suddenly he got a call and on his radio the name 'PEANUT' blared at him in bold capital letters. Quickly he answered, his voice ringing with worry. "Cassie? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Dad....I need your help..." Cassie's voice was quiet and he could hear suppressed sobs on the other end of the phone. In an instant, he turned the whole car around, other vehicles blowing their horns at him, but Scott simply waved and began speeding the other way towards Cassie's school. She had just gotten into college and for her to call her dad for help meant it must be a big deal.

He drove as fast as he could before noticing there were lights in his rearview mirror and he groaned as he was pulled over by the police.

Stopping the car, he slammed his hands on the wheel and waited for wha felt like an eternity for the officer to get out of his car and make his way to Scott's window. "Do you realize how fast you were driving, sir?" The officer asked.

"Yeah, but there's an emergency and my daughter called, in tears I might add, so I'm on my way to get to her and I know I was going a little over the speed limit, but c'mon, it's my daughter." When the officer's face stayed the same, Scott sighed. "Do you have children, officer?"

"Yes I do, but I still don't speed and drive recklessly. Licence and registration."

Knowing he was getting nowhere, he pulled his backup card. "You know I'm an Avenger, right? Ant-man? Recognize me?" He circled his face with his hands.

"I know who you are, but Avenger or not, you need to follow the laws. What kind of example are you setting for the kids out there if they were to see you speeding? Now, license and registration. I won't ask again, Mr. Lang."

Scott sighed and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out the document he needed, and then produced his license with a swish of his hand, hoping to make the man smile at least once. "No? Nothing....all right, not everyone likes up close magic, I guess." He handed them over and watched the officer move on back to his car and get in.

After a few seconds, Scott began tapping his hands on the wheel. This was taking too long. His daughter was crying her eyes out at this very moment, over who knew what, and this officer was taking his time with his computer! Well, that was enough. He had to get to Cassie now!

Jumping out of the car, he began walking a safe distance away before he heard the cop yelling. "Return to your vehicle, Mr. Lang! Don't make me repeat myself!"

"Sorry, can't do that!" Scott yelled back, turning to face the officer. "Emergency!" With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled on the gloves, his helmet appearing from under his hoodie and clicked the button.

The world got smaller and smaller the more he grew, and he watched the police man and his vehicle become toys as he reached his full height. It took a minute for the vertigo to stop before he took his first steps, being careful of the cars under his feet. "Sorry, excuse me," he said to no one and yet everyone as he passed.

Once he was off the highway, he turned to where he knew Cassie's school was and walked as quickly as he could, waving to a few kids who jumped up and down at the sight of him, chuckling at their enthusiasm.

Cassie sniffled as she sat in the bathroom stall hugging herself. How could she be so stupid? SHe grabbed a peice of toilet paper and blew her nose and wiped her eyes. She was about to throw it into the trash when the ground started rumbling and immediately she knew it was her dad. Getting up, she ran out of the building, ignoring the students who were simply staring up in awe and shock at her father's large form.

He towered over the trees on the campus and made the ground quake with each step. His legs finally came to a halt out in the parking lot where car alarms were going off like crazy, but Cassie didn't notice any of that.

Instead she was focused on the large head that kept looking around before the face plate came down and her father's face was on full view. "Cassie?" He called, his voice echoind through the air like a living megaphone.

"Dad!" The girl called, coming to a stop just before his feet, panting with tears streaming down her face. Slowly the living building collapsed as Scott knelt down and made a soft noise in the back of his throat.

"Oh peanut. What's wrong? I came as quuick as I could." Slowly he brought a hand out and wrapped it around the girl and immediately she flung herslef into the fingers that were bigger than her by at least a foot.

"Thanks for coming, dad," Cassie sniffled as she nuzzled into one of the fingers, not caring about her hair. "I'm so stupid," she cried, her sobs coming out like hiccups. Suddenly the hand tightened and Cassie found herself being lifted to her dad's stern face.

"Never say that about yourself," Scott said not unkindly. "You're the smartest, bravest girl I know, peanut." He smiled and brought his other hand up to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks the best he could. "Now, tell me what this was all about."

"My geometry teacher...he....he said he would fail me if I didn't....do things for him,..." She blushed as she remembered the words that came from the man's mouth and looked down. "I can't afford to fail this class, but I can't do those things, dad..."

Anger filled Scott as he stared at his daughter's red face, seeing tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "He WHAT?!" Yelled Scott, not even thinking about his size and winced when Cassie held her ears. "Sorry...but I'm glad you told me, sweetheart. You stay here, daddy will be right back."

"Dad what are you gonna do!?" The man was already lowering her to the ground, anger written all over his face as he stood. "DAD!" Cassied called, scared for the safety of the man who had verbally assaulted her. She tried to run after him, but her dad was too fast in his current size and she had to stop and catch her breath.

Scott made his way to the school, his brow furrowed with anger as he took every step it seemed to rise. How dare that man confront his sweet little girl with those disgusting words! He would have a little chat with the man.

Making his way to where he knew the math department building was, he stopped and looked down at the terrified faces of both teacher and students alike. "Excuse me, where can I find Mr. Phillip's geometry classroom?"

One teacher pointed to the side of the building and Scott nodded. "Thank you." He took a step and lowered himself to kneel and look into the windows. Screams of fright could be heard from each classroom he peeked into, but it soon became an awed hush as they recognized his face.

Finally he spotted the classroom and raised his head to the top floor, where he found the culprit talking to a female student. The girl looked terrified but had yet to see Scott's face. In fact, both people in the room seemed to not even notice him until he took a finger and tapped on the glass, making the both jump and turn around. "You," Scott called, angrily looking at the man. "I wanna have a word with you." The teacher's face paled and he turned to run from the room.

Not caring about the damage, he broke the windows, Scott smashed his hand through the glass and quickly reached in, careful not to hit the woman in the room, and grabbed the teacher just as he was about to leave the room.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked the man, dragging him out into the light of day by the collar of his shirt. The man was dangling at least fifty feet from the ground as Scott glared at him, his legs kicking and tears streaming down his face.

"Put me down, please!"

"Not until we've had a good chat. I heard you said some pretty nasty things to my daughter, Mr. Phillips. And I think you were saying those things to the girl in there as well." Scott turned his attention to the girl who was staring at them both.

"Am I right, miss?" The girl nodded fast. "See? You're a piece of filth that I can't stand being around my daughter."

Speaking of Cassie, she came around the side of the building, panting. "DAD! What are you doing?!"

"I'm simply making sure that this creep doesn't get away with what he's been doing. In fact, why don't you alert the media what this scumbag has been doing?"

"I don't need to.." Cassie pointed to where a news van was parked, the camera pointed right at him and the teacher.

"Perfect." Scott got up and took a step towards the van, the newscaster shaking as he stooped. "Good afternoon. I have something for you." Scott lowered his hand and put the teacher in front of the camera. "Now, tell the world what you did." The man was silent for a moment, and Scott pushed him forward with a finger, almost making him fall.

"I...I told my female students that if they didn't do....certain favors for me...that I would fail them and make sure that they were kicked out of the school." Mr. Phillips hung his head, knowing that his career was over the moment he was put in front of the camera.

"That's a good molester," Scott said high above their heads. "And the window I'll take care of, by the way," he told the press, the camera then zooming in on the destroyed classroom. "Sorry about that." He then lifted the man into the air again paying no attention to his screams. "Now, I would like a written apology to each and every girl you threatened from your jail cell because that's where you're going."

Mr. Phillips felt something warm running down his pantleg and was too ashamed to bring it up to the giant man as he hung by his collar until he was put into a fist.

"Cassie, let's go get some ice cream," Scott told his daughter, stooping to let his daughter climb up on his palm. He then stood and started walking back to his car.

Officer Phelps was trying to radio in what had happened when suddenly the road started shaking again and he looked up to see Scott Lang coming his way, this time with a girl seated in the palm of his hand, talking and smiling at him like this was completely normal.

"Sorry about running off like that, officer," Scott said. He stopped and knelt down, letting his daughter off his hand and bringing his fist over to the police car. "This is a little present to make up for it." He opened his hand and let the teacher fall out into the road, the man tumbling a little bit. "A little jailbird in the making. Ask him and he'll sing you a little tune of every wrong he's ever done. Isn't that right, Mr. Phillips?"

The man nodded, not even covering his soaked pants. "I did, officer, I did it to all those girls, I swear. Just please don't let him pick me up again!"

Scott then nodded at the officer and hit the button on his right hand, his size starting to decrease until he stood a little taller than his daughter. "C'mon, ice cream is on me. We'll go to where I used to work, they love me there." He wrapped his hand around Cassie's shoulder. "Oh, and you can send my stuff to the FBI, officer. There's an agent there who'll know what to do with it."

With that, he and Cassie got into the car and drove off like nothing had happened.

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