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[ziee]

One question, are you single? Sorry for the question but I'm more than curious :b

yes. please don't remind me

[ziee]

Warren x Reader (18+)

Im pleased to announce...

You don't know how you got roped into this. Here you were, sitting across from some weird, smelly, pink discord mod. Your face scrunched up as you looked over his face. Large, beady green eyes glanced over at you and smiled with crooked teeth. You swallowed your disgust and returned a small smile of your own.  

“So how's the food?” He asks, leaning slightly over the small diner table. You raise an eyebrow.

“We haven’t even ordered yet.” You look at him as if he’s insane, and with the way his eyes bulge you figure he wasn’t too far from being.

“Right! Aha… Well, while we wait, do you want to hear the script for my latest recording? For my podcast, of course.” He smiles, reaching behind him and seemingly pulling out a stack of papers out of nowhere. 

“Um..” You look away, trying to figure out why a pile of papers would be wet. And chewed on?

“Here, look! The trick to building a business is-” He was cut off by the odd-looking waiter stopping in front of the table. Two glasses of water were placed in front of you, which you mentally thanked. You did not want to listen to that. The waiter also placed menus in front of the both of you, bidding a mute goodbye before walking off. You opened the menu, gazing over the array of options. 

“Nice, they have Cha ruoi.” You always had around-the-world tastebuds. If it was edible, you’d try it. 

“Oh, what’s that?” Warren asked, tilting his head as he tried to find it. You sit back and smile, watching his face drop when he finds it. “O-oh.” 

“Mhm, it’s really good.” You lick your lips in emphasis, probably a little too much. He paws at his gloves, eyes wide as he looks from you to the menu. You’ve already decided to get the dish, but a part of you feels a tad bad. You know, since it is a worm meal.

After a few seconds of silence, his face perks up on a different page of the menu. “They have pizza! Instead of, um.. The other thing, why don’t we share this?” His hands cling closely to each other, rubbing over the felt material of his gloves.

“Share? With you?” You stare at him.

“Mhm, yeah.” 

A shiver runs up your spine as his eyes cross over you. Waiting for your answer. You sighed. You’ve listened to one of his speeches about friendship and one point was apparent, to compromise. You think. You didn’t really pay attention. 

“I guess.” You finally say, taking a sip of your water as he called the waiter over, giving them the order. Once the waiter left, he turned back to you. 

“Great! You really did listen to my lessons.” He makes a weird noise at the end of his sentence, a high-pitched sigh? You’re noticing the pattern of strange noises and awkward actions with him. Unfortunately. 

“Uh, yeah. They’re very.. Detailed.” And personal, and egotistical, and-

You jolt out of your frozen state at the pointer and index finger touching yours. You want to pull them back towards your body, but the texture of felt is always something you’ve liked. Soft, slightly scratchy material. Mmm. Your eyes glance from the shaking fingers touching yours to the pink.. Even more pink face of said fingers. 

He's smiling anxiously as he kinda pets your hand.

..Ok?

“Th-Thanks for listening to it.” You kinda feel bad for him now. Despite always shifting the focus towards himself in his seminars, there were some good points in the teachings. It kind of sucks no one listens to him though. 

“No problem..” You let out a soft chuckle, trying to roll the slight sombre atmosphere. You feel a little uncomfortable at the fact he's still touching your hand. You don’t even know if he feels himself slowly tracing his fingers over your fingers. You decide to pull your hand back, awakening him from the trance he was in.

He simply slides his hand back to his sides, a grin on his face. You look around, wondering when the waiter would be back with your food. You were getting a little hungry. “I heard the food here is good.” He speaks up in an effort to avoid silence.

“Oh? Cool.” You both nod slightly. Silence ensues. 

A few minutes pass of silence and quick banter until your food actually comes. “Oh thank fuck.” You whisper under your breath as a large pizza is placed in the middle of the table. Two colourful pink drinks are also placed on the table. “Um, excuse me but what are the…se?” You began to ask the waiter but he disappeared. Like, disintegrated in front of you. 

You swallow, turning back to face the also distraught worm. “Did you order these?” You pointed to the two glasses. He nods fast, shaking his headphones and hat, you’re afraid they’d fall off.

“Mhm yep! Best friends drink together.” He grabs ahold of his glass and holds it up. “Cheers..?” You stare at the drink. It looks like alcohol. You and alcohol don't have the best relationship, one sip and you’ll end up in a garbage can 50 miles from where you began the night. It did only happen that one night, but you’re not taking chances.

You push the drink over towards him as he slowly lowers his glass. Shit, you feel bad now. “Um, I would, totally but I don’t do alcohol..” His frown turns upside down as if he wasn’t expecting that answer. 

“That’s fine! Let’s cheers with the water then, mate.” He grabs his cup, holding it out across the table. Mate? You pick up yours and clink gently against the glass before bringing the rim to your lips. You sip slowly, watching as the worm takes a large glug. Is he dehydrated or something? “Let’s dig in then.” Handing you one of the small plates put down beside the pizza, you thanked him before pulling a slice from the circular tray. 

You take a bite of the pizza, fuck this is weirdly really good. You had the feeling of being watched as you took another bite. Slowly, your eyes trail up from the godsent pizza to.. Rat eyes. He blinks, looks away, bites his own pizza, and looks back. 

“You good there?” You say with a mouth slightly stuffed with bread and tomato sauce. He nods, it looks like his neck is literally being flung back and forth and you’re once again worried about his hat and headphones. 

“Mhmm, yep! Peachy, this is really good! Don’t you think?” He laughs as he slides the glass filled with colourful liquid over, taking another large gulp. You’re a little worried at how he inhaled alcohol that fast. 

“It is, actually.” You let out a small laugh, smiling as you take another bite. You keep eating your pizza as a jaw-slacked Warren stares at you. You laughed.. And smiled at him. Him! Well- Maybe not him, it was more directed at your pizza but still, you were talking with him and you smiled! 

You had picked up another slice when he finally snapped out of it. “U-um, well if you want we can come here again? For another restaurant-style meal! Hm?” He fiddles with his gloves, taking them off so he can properly eat and not make a mess on white felt. You chew and think about the offer. This has turned out a little better than you expected. Although he was a very awkward, and very, very, very weird worm.. He was nice. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Sure.” You shrugged, chewing your food. He makes a small sound, akin to a whine before stuffing his face with his own piece. You were too entranced by eating to notice 3 empty glasses near pink arms. When you finally finished your fill, you glanced at the cups as your eyes went wide. “Did you.. Chug those or something?” You point to the empty alcohol glasses. 

“You paid attention! That’s great in friendships.” He grinned, looking from you to the glass. You rose an eyebrow, watching as he sticks a slice of pizza in his mouth. You wondered if it was hard to chew, missing a few upper teeth and all. 

“Mhm, yes friendship..” You had a small suspicion he didn’t know how to handle liquor, and drank both drinks to avoid embarrassment. He picked up another piece, offering it to you. You held your hands up. “Oh no thanks, I’m pretty full.” You had like, 4 slices already and the pizza wasn’t even close to running out. 

“Aw, cmon.” He pleads, leaning over the table, closer toward you. You lean back against the seat as he continues reaching further. 

“Warren, I’m good.” You hold your hands out, eyes widening as his tail slides up on his seat. Pizza nears your lips. “Dude, I’m full.” He stops, just as the tip of the pizza touches your lips, only slightly. 

“Ok! No worries.” He chuckles, in an instant sliding back into his seat. The slap of his tail onto the ground worries you, it sounded wet. That was.. Weird. Not disgusting weird or annoying weird.. Just, weird. You look up to see him eating the pizza, the pizza that touched your lips.

You struggle to sit still in your seat, wanting to leave. It’s been a real delight being here, but you’d like to have an hour-long shower. Like, right now. Once the pizza is finished, on behalf of Warren, he slides up to the counter to pay. You stand up too, walking towards the door when you notice how wobbly he is. You squint, worms don’t shake that much.. Do they? You remember the 2 colourful drinks. Alcohol. Ah, fuck. He’s drunk, isn’t he? 

You sigh and walk up to the counter, grabbing your own card and paying for the meal. He tries to argue with you as you tap, mumbling about how he should pay but you instead push him towards the doors. He’s wobbly, almost falling on his face onto the hard cement so you cautiously wrap a hand underneath his arm, your other hand pulling his arm over your neck. Shoulder-carrying a worm was not something you signed up for.

“Ugh jeez, you’re heavy. Where do you live?” You hold him up in the diner’s parking lot. You had a feeling he didn’t come here with a car. 

“Uhh, there.” He points to the ground.

“Where?” You question. His head turns, looking up at you. He clings closer to you, in which you try to recoil. 

“The ground.” You’ve got to be kidding me.

“The ground? You live in the ground?” You raise an eyebrow and let out an exhausted groan. It suddenly clicked, he was a fucking worm. Of course, he lived in the ground. “Ok well, how do I get.. To your house or whatever.”

“Will you listen to my podcast with me?” 

“I’d rather not.” You say honestly.

“Made it myself..” 

He whines and slouches in your arms. You don’t have time for this. It's gonna make you look like an asshole, but do you care? You let him drop from your arms and onto the ground. He curls around himself and starts to sob. You look around the parking lot of the diner. It was relatively dark, around 8:30 if you'd guess. You turned around and started to walk off when you heard your name called.

You ignored it the first time.

You heard it again, louder. Ignore. It wasn't until the 5th call that you jumped, a hand touching your shoulder and twisting you around. Warren pleaded at your feet, his gloved hands touching the tips of your boots, sliding over the leather slowly as he begged to stay with you.

"Please, please, please.." You grimaced, this was freaking you out a little. How the fuck did he get behind you so fast in such a drunken state. You looked around, watching the last few people in the diner exit, the neon sign being turned off in the process. Heads turned towards the maker of snivles, the worm at your feet. 

..Now you can't leave him. Fuck. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Ok fine, Warren get up." His sobs stopped, turning his head up. His thin lips broke into a wide smile, presenting those crooked teeth. Rolling himself up onto his tail, he slithered to your side and went to grab your hand. It was almost pitiful how he looked.

It was too late to stop it, and you figured to let the drunk man have some physical touch.. It was just a hand in another, so why did you keep looking down at your own wrapped around the larger, gloved ones? 

You walked back to the car, opening the passenger seat for him as he slowly climbs in. You were tempted to just push him in, but he managed. You got into the driver's seat, starting the engine as you entered the road. “Guess you’re gonna be rooming with me tonight.” You sigh. You wondered if this was the right idea, bringing him to your house. If you’re lucky he’ll fall asleep the moment you get inside. 

Out of your peripheral, you see him turn slowly toward you. You hear heavy breaths before he speaks up. “R-room? With you?” He slides so he's facing you, hands on the center console. You nod, staring at the road as you drive. 

“Yep..? Is that uncomfortable with you or-” 

“No! No, t-that’s fine. It’s fine.” He pulls his hands towards him, picking at his gloves. You glanced over at him, he’s looking back and forth as he fidgets with his hands. 

“You sure? If you give me directions I can drop you off at your house.” He stiffens, tail flicking in the feet rest.

“..No.” You still think he’s a little out of it, so you hum to reply. The drive is short, entering the parking lot for your apartment complex. You step out of your car, coming to the other side as Warren flops out of the seat. He’s still a bit wobbly, so you offer your arm. How gentleman-like.  

He slowly takes it, as if anxious you’d pull away. You don’t, for the sake of not having to pick up a face-planted worm on the ground. It’s a little hard getting up the stairs with him, living on the 3rd floor and all, but you manage. You fish your key out of your back pocket, inserting it into the lock to your door as Warren slumps against the wall. 

You finally get the door open after several failed tries, motioning to the invertebrate inside. “C'mon, let’s go.” You steer him inside as he slithers on the floor, watching in surprising amusement as his tail steers him through. Your apartment is quite small, only having a kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. Not even a living room. 

He mumbles something as you take off your sweater, hanging it on the door as you kick off your shoes. You ignore it as you walk into the bathroom. “Let me pee real quick.” You say before closing the door. Once you’re done, you wash your hands and exit. You look around for a second, not seeing him in the kitchen anymore. You open the door to your bedroom revealing Warren looking over your dresser. There’s not much there, a hairbrush, deodorant, some jewelry and whatnot. 

“Um, sorry it’s so small. I don't have an air mattress but I do have a fuck ton of blankets and pillows.” You say as you enter the room, opening your closet and pulling out said items. 

“It’s no problem..” He watches as you bend over, laying out covers for him. He pulls his hands to his chest, rubbing them in a nervous fidget. He swallows sticky saliva when you lift your arms up, only wearing a tank top beneath your sweater. Once you're done with the makeshift bed, you stand up. 

“Alright then. I’m gonna change, feel free to get in.” He moves away from the dresser when you open one of the drawers, pulling out a matching set of grey shorts and a shirt. You quickly change in the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth as well. You’re eager to get into bed, energy drained from the day.

Walking out, you turn off the lights and make sure the door was locked. Getting to your room, you release a relieved sigh. Eyes shut peacefully, body curled around one of the blankets you laid out was Warren. You step around him carefully, climbing onto your own bed as silently as possible. You covered yourself with the blankets, snuggling up into your pillow. 

It was when you were drifting between the stages of actual sleep when you heard a soft noise. You wouldn’t have been able to hear it if you were moving, but by the fact you stilled yourself upon recognizing the sound, they grew louder. Your eyes widened, frozen, stunned, speechless. 

It.. It can’t be. No.. You almost had the sense to laugh. You decided to try and ignore it, whatever it was coming from the end of your bed. The noises kept on, continuing for at least a few more minutes before you had enough. Removing your blankets, you slowly creep over your bed to peer down. 

You look over the side to see Warren, eyes clenched, tail curled around the blankets you’ve given him.. Humping them. His back was facing you, so you at least had the pleasure of not seeing whatever was actually touching your blankets, but you did see a small wet spot. It looked like he was still asleep, probably having a wet dream. 

You shivered as he let out a soft moan, quickening his pace. You kept watching, for whatever reason. It was like you couldn’t pull your eyes away from this man, this very awkward and disgusting worm who was thrusting into your covers. You pushed yourself further over the edge, watching as his eyes relax before clenching, his hands gripping the blanket twisting around his body as his tail hugged the material. 

You wondered what he was dreaming about. A quick thought burned its way to your cheeks, heating up as you clenched at your own blanket. You made the mistake of moving once more though, trying to get into a more comfortable position as you moved your leg. The bed loudly creaked. You froze, eyes stuck in place as you watched Warren slow to a halt, opening tired eyes. 

“Ugh.. W-” He stops when he realizes his position. “Oh god..” He whispers, immediately letting go of the blankets he was clutching tightly. He shuffled, twisting trying to unravel himself. He turned, eyes locking with yours. You blinked, trying not to look down. 

“Uh-” You started to speak when he let out a loud gasp. 

“Don’t look, don’t look!” He squeaked, flaring his arms as he covered himself with a blanket. You rolled over and scooted yourself back, hands covering your eyes. 

“I’m not!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you listened to his quick movements. You could feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment, for the both of you. You heard him sigh, another movement before an angry sound. “Can.. Can I look now?” 

“N-no!..” A minute of silence before he whispers again. “..I.. It um.. Won’t go down.” Oh man, this was so awkward. You slowly removed your hands from your face, refocusing on the pink man. Very pink man. The sight before you was almost pitiful. Warren had a blanket over his bottom half, while his tail peaked out and curled around himself. His gloves clutched the cover, if you could see his knuckles you’re sure they’d be white. 

His mouth warbled, eyes wide as they stared back at you. He hadn’t taken off his headpiece, so it was a little crooked on his head. You felt bad for him, and a little part of you wanted to laugh. 

“Do you want me to go? So you can deal with that?” You hesitantly pointed downwards, in which he clutched the mass covering himself tighter. 

“No, no- It’s fine.. I can just, ignore it. I’m sorry.” His voice quivered as he spoke, eyes darting from you to all over the room. You frowned, now feeling even more sorry. How much action does this guy get to pop a boner sleeping in a stranger's house? You guess you weren’t that much of a stranger, but it wasn’t like you guys were besties, despite what he said over dinner. 

He had turned over whilst you were in your own mind, covering himself in the blanket and trying to fall asleep. You didn’t move, instead watching as he twisted and let out shallowed breaths. You could try and sleep, but you think his sounds would get annoying. I mean, would it be the worst to help him out? A shiver of excitement ran up you, surprisingly you thoroughly. 

For some reason, you liked how his tail flicked, peeking out of the blankets. You scooted to your before spot, at the end of the bed. He heard you move but didn’t respond until you leaned down and poked his tail. He let out a surprised gasp, sitting up. 

“Do you want some help?” You whisper, reeling your hand back. He stared at you, releasing an anxious sound. 

“You.. You don’t have to.” 

“I think I want to.”

“Think?”

“..Yeah.” His breathing got heavier. 

“..Ok.” It was silent for a second, waiting for someone to make a move. You finally decided to slide down off your bed, onto the end of the makeshift one of pillows and blankets. His tail uncurled from around him, straightening out. You looked at it in amusement, scooting on your knees to sit in front of him. You took a breath for good luck before you slowly placed your hand over the blanket. 

Looking up at him, you gestured towards your hand. He nodded as he did in the diner which made you smile a little. Eager worm. You removed the blanket, tossing it to the side as you got the chance to finally see vertebrate dick. It was.. Anything unlike you’ve ever seen. It seemed to sprout from a slit on his lower abdomen, a long, pink tentacle-like phallus pulsed with ache. He let out a whine as you stared, embarrassed at the fact it felt like you were examining his dick. 

“Sorry, it’s um.. Cool.” …

…

Why the fuck did you say that. Your cheeks flushed as the tentacle twitched. Warren placed a hand over his mouth, groaning into it as he watched you stare. He unexpectedly bucked his hips, unable to contain himself. You got the message and shut up, wrapping your hand around a rather hot part of his body. 

“Hah..” His breath hitched, pushing his glove further against his mouth and his other hand clenched onto a pillow. You swallowed, ears burning, hand wrapping around his wet cock. Shlick sounds filled the room as you stroked him, biting your own lip as you listen to his needy moans. 

His sounds encouraged you, weirdly enough. They were weird, high-pitched, and a little disturbing. You can lie to yourself that you don’t find this hot, but the way your thighs are pressed tightly together says differently. You began to feel the want as well, your clit aching to be touched as you wrap your palm around the tip of his cock, holding for a moment before releasing. 

He made a shaky gasp, almost choking on the glove in his mouth before he pulled it out. “Mfh- Close, close..” Your hand that was idly stroking his tail came back to you, shoving itself into your underwear. You arched your back, leaning back as tiny pleasure rolled over you. You rubbed at your clit, hand becoming soaked in your juices as your other jerked his dick.

“Oh fuck..” Your eyes rolled, biting your lip as your hand stroking the tentacle became shaky. Warren whined, letting out heavy pants. His tail wrapped around behind you, pushing you closer toward him as your pelvis bumped against his body. You slowed the hand in your shorts, looking up with half-lidded eyes. “Do you wanna..” You breathed out.

“Yes.” He replied with no hesitation. Removing your hand, you quickly tore off your clothes. You wondered about your shirt, but you decided to just take it off. You climbed onto him, hands planted on his pink chest as he grabbed his cock, positioning it. You slowly hovered down onto the twitching tentacle, wincing as you sink down. The stretch is small, but delicious. 

The noises don’t stop at any point with him, whines, pants, heaves, moans. You use them as encouragement when you arch your back. You roll into him, using him as a toy. He’s long, twitching in the deepest part of you. His hands cautiously grab you, wrapping around your waist. 

You arch your back, displaying your breasts with slight pride, gazing down as his eyes go wide. He reaches up and takes one in his glove, the sight makes you bite your lip. Stupid hand difference. His thumb runs over your nipple, quickly reacting as it hardens under his grasp. He does it again, and again. Squishing, rubbing, pinching even. You thrust your hips above him, causing a gasp. 

He lets go of your breasts, allowing you to move once more. You push yourself up, sliding almost all the way off before sliding back down. His voice cracks as you let out a long moan. “F-fuck..”

You cooed as you watched his face scrunch up, continuing your actions faster. He held your hips tighter, even pushing you down when you come up. You felt him tense up, clinging to you. His eyes shut as you speed up, feeling his tail come and curl around your leg. Your thighs burn as you push up, panting as your movements cause pressure to build.

You reach a hand down and rub shaky circles over your clit, quickening the arrival of your orgasm. “So good, so good..!” You cry out, clenching around him as you come. 

“Mpfh!” He squeezes your waist as he comes with you, a high-pitched moan leaving him as you fall into him. Hot breath tickles your skin as you pant against his shoulder. Hot liquid spreads inside you, warming you up, filling you. You both continue to heave and pant against each other, trying to gather your breath and process what the hell just happened. 

It's about 2 minutes before you slowly rise from such close proximity, sliding off him before laying across the blankets. “That was.. Nice.” You whisper, staring up at the ceiling. He shuffles, and you feel his tail touch your arm before you’re covered under a quilt. 

“Y, yeah..” 

[ziee]

YO SHE’S GONE MENTAL!

I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I lo-

[ziee]

dhmis fans scare me

pEOPLE have GOT to stop making Warren so fucking nerdy and hot GOD DAMMIT 

(do i smell a new fanfic...??) 

[ziee]

Starlight, starbright (Moon x reader 18+)

You hate capitalism. It's not like you hated your job, but you hated having to work over 40 hours a week to make ends meet. But, in all that's not right in the world, it's not like you can change it. So here you are, waking up at 10 PM to eat, grocery shop, clean your house and ready yourself for your 9-5 shift at a Pizzaplex. If you're lucky that is, you're usually either called in early or asked to stay later. 

Ah, the Pizzaplex. You've been working in it for over a year now and you've yet to celebrate the accomplishment of 'not getting lost' in a single shift. You work as the only second night-time security guard, the first one being Vanessa, aka your manager. 

Vanessa, despite her rather grumpy first impressions, wasn't that bad. You found it easy to work with her, usually since you rarely ever see her. You always attempt to wave and be friendly when you're both patrolling the large building, but you often see her up top watching the security cams.

So, that left the rest of the work for you. Apparently, it's too busy for what human staff there is in the mornings that most of the chores that need to be done for the next day to run smoothly fall onto you. Yay.

Usually, the tasks aren't that bad, but you've been known to be a people pleaser. Taking out the trash, restocking plates, dishes, toilet paper, and your very favourite, cleaning. It didn't matter there were more cleaning bots than humans after hours, oho no. They left all those dirty spots which weren't the floor, to be cleaned by you. 

And as seen fit by paying parents and kids mostly under 10, there were a lot of messes when you arrived. Mostly in the atrium where all the parties started, but there were some spills and stains on Roxy Raceway carts, around the walls of Fazer Blast but surprisingly not a lot in Monty's gator golf. Probably cause golf is LAME!

You finished gobbling up your poorly made dinner, slightly burnt salmon and overcooked asparagus. You're good at your job, but not so much at other things. Cooking, for example. All cleaned up, you figured no time like the present to get going.

You've already changed into your uniform, all black attire. Snug pants and a button-up shirt you tucked into them. Slick flats that often got caked in dirt, dust, and other variations of wetness known to man from around the building. After all the things you've witnessed kids spit up, you're not that keen on having any yourself. 

A shiver runs up your spine as you step out of your apartment, partially from the conversation going on inside your own mind, really you have to go into all this detail and make people wait for the good stuff? But it was primarily due to the increasingly colder weather being thrown at you in the early months of October. 

You huffed and ran back inside to get your Fraz-tastic sweater, as marketed in the plex. You just call it your work sweater since you have to wear something that has the logo on it. Does it really make that much of a difference corporate?

Inside the car, you switched the radio on and turned it up. Humming, you tapped your fingers along the wheel as you listened to the beats broadcasted to the beginning of a long night. You were a little hesitant about coming in tonight, all because of a stupid animatronic.

Here it is folks, what we've all been waiting to talk about... The main event. The night time daycare robot called Moon, as opposed to his brighter counterpart. You've met the both of them, having been introduced to all the sentient bots at the start of your work. It was only a few months after you got hired you were offered the position of security guard, which you took up right away. 

Since you only worked night shifts, you got to see a lot of the black and blue fucking menace. Moon was, which everyone referred to him as, the watchdog. For some reason, they let this thing have free roam at night which before annoyed you to no ends. Constantly sneaking up on you, poking you, scaring you, playing the goddamn Michael Myers song on his inner music box as he chased you in the dark. 

You'd just about had enough and often thought about carrying a broom just to swat him away. 

It was horrible at the beginning, but now that you've put up with that "Naughty, naughty go to sleep" bullshit, there were times you could hesitantly chill around him. Usually, when you got fed up and yelled at him, he'd follow you around silently. Throwing a few sarcastic comments, you would ignore them, take deep breaths, and try to have a civil conversation. 

You could say you were friends with him? In the past, it wasn't like you and this robot were buddy-buddy but things had changed in a short matter of time. But back to the matter at hand, why were you so iffy about coming in tonight?

Well, amongst the few times you'd finish work early you'd have about a 30-minute window before you could actually leave the plex and complete a shift. That left a few options on how you wanted to spend your time. You could go to the few hidden human break rooms scattered around the building and scroll on your phone, visit the arcade, talk to the glam rocks... In which the whole time you'd be creepily stalked by Moon.

You didn't know why he kept following you, seeing as you were here each night and he knew it was you tripping over mop bots. Of course, he'd be there when you did and laugh in your face with that glitched voicebox of his. It annoyed you, obviously, but what could you do?

With him hovering over your shoulder for the 8+ hours you were in the dimly lit plex, you had no choice but to endure. Your chats started off with you trying to initiate, a peaceful, friendly conversation but it always turned to rot with Moon either not replying, avoiding, dodging, or insulting you in the process. You kept trying though, seeing as both your personalities didn't deter one from the other and you soon found yourself smiling a bit at Moon's antics. If you tried hard enough, you could convince him to play one of your favourite songs from his music box. 

It was all fine and dandy up until around 2 months ago. Moon started acting.. Weird around you? If you could call it that. Before, he had made no effort to stand close to you let alone touch you. He would usually just cling to the ceiling with the hook on his back holding him up with a wire (..?) or stalk idly behind you. Now when you went in, it was almost like there was a line connecting you two. 

You always kept to a schedule when doing your tasks, heading to the Glam-Rock rooms first, cleaning their trash, fixing cracks in Monty's walls, and reassuring Roxy her hair looked good for at least the first 20 minutes of your shift. Then you would drag the giant ass garbage cart around that took a person and a half's strength to push around, hauling black trash bags into the even bigger bag. 

You would do this for each and every garbage can, which took you about two hours before coming to the daycare's trash. It was there you'd meet up with Moon, who'd sometimes greet you with a sly remark, "Hav-having fun?" and start following you.

The wait time shortened though as he started meeting up with you in the atrium instead of waiting for you to get to the daycare. It was a little weird at first, this robot that didn't seem to like you all that much but did have an obsession with following you started following you more. You started teasing him when it became constant. 

"Missed me again? It's only been a couple of hours Moon." You smirked as you threw another bag of trash into your cart before looking behind you. The animatronic stood still, crouched, staring ahead at you with beady red eyes. They didn't creep you out as much now.

You heard him speak, static, incomparable. Too low for you to understand and too jumbled. You sometimes felt bad for the guy, having a broken voice box. "What was that?" You turned around, continuing to push your cart as you waited for a response. Even though you were here for 8 hours, there was a lot to do. 

"..Nothin-g." He spoke, gargled. You hummed, peeking a quick glance behind you as you continue your work. A few more trash stops later and you're a little concerned for the animatronic tailing behind you. Normally you'd be able to make some small talk with him, but today he seemed quieter than usual. 

Just as you were bent down over a can, stuffing another black bag inside it you felt a presence from behind you. Pushing yourself up, you stumbled a bit before your back hit something hard. "Ack!" You jumped, turning around from whatever you just touched. Moon was standing so oddly close behind you.

"K-Klutz." Moon chuckled a bit as your face scrunched up. 

"Oh shut it, I've seen you trip over your own pants." You looked down at the baggy blue jester pants. Red points seemed to glaze over you in the dimly lit building as he stared at you. Huffing, he made his way over to your cart. Your eyes widened, hands reaching out to stop him as your feet began to move. "Moon, no don't-!" 

Too late. 

Pushing a button on the side of the cart made whatever was in the large can tip over. The function helped a lot when you were unloading the trash bags into the chute, but it also served as one of the many ways Moon fucked with your work.  About 20 medium-sized bags had fallen out of the compartment and onto the tiled floor. He really knew how to push your buttons.

Moon chuckled at your furious expression as they fell. You fumed and marched over towards him, glaring at the smirking bot before bending down to pick up a bag. "What can I do.." You hissed and threw another bag into the cart. "To make you stop.." You had the urge to throw a bag at him. "Doing that!" Smashing the last bag down, you looked up panting. Hauling 20 bags is no easy joke. 

Moon had crouched down, usually being lower to the ground than his counter-part to add weirdness to his already creepy 'spider-like' aura. He had one arm laid across his leg and the other dug into one, hand cupping his faceplate. He tapped on the metal once, twice, humming out a static noise. You groaned, he was taking too long. Not that you expected an answer anyways. 

Turning away, you put all your annoyance and anger into pushing the heavy cart towards the back door to dump. Once reaching the back door, you turned to see if Moon had followed you, but all that was met was an empty room. You rolled your eyes. Good, he'll have some time to reflect on how much of a jackass he is! (He won't)

Getting outside, you were faced with the lovely stench of.. Garbage. Yuck, yuck, yuck. You were in the midst of breathing in through your mouth and lifting the 2d bag when the back door opened. Turning, you jumped at the sight of a tall being.. Only to recognize it as Moon. Shit, you always forget how tall he really is. 

Stepping outside, you turned away in annoyance. "What do you want Moon? Here to dump my cart again?" You hauled another bag in. 

"No, nO, nooo. I tho-ought abOut it." He giggled, coming closer towards you until he was right beside you, next to the cart. You looked at him, stared. Shifting your weight, you waited. You tilted your head. He copied you. 

"Well, what is it!" You expressed through your hands, opening them in a flash, spreading them into the air. 

"Call m-me sometHing el-LSe." He tilted his head, further, until his face plate spun around. You narrowed your eyes. That's it? Does he not like the name Moon?

"Like... Jackass?" You let out a laugh, not so mad now. He shook his finger in front of you. You thought, like.. "Like a nickname?" 

"Y-YEs, yes. Sun-Sunny gIves eveRyon-ne t-them." You nodded softly. Uh, ok.. A little bit of a weird request since Sun is so bubbly and Moon is.. Not so much. Well, what kind of nickname can you give Moon? There had to be a thousand possibilities, but you were never known for being all that creative with names. 

"Uh, well what about.. Moony?" You shrugged, smiling awkwardly with the basic way of adding Y to a name. Fuck it sounded stupid when you said it out loud. There was a second between Moon stilled before his faceplate started to spin. Fast. Your eyes widened as you backed away, for safety, a grin spreading to your face. "Woah, shit dude alright. Moony it is." You let out a laugh as he gripped his head in a hurry, slowing down the spinning metal. He grinned with you, rewarding you with a soft, scratchy chuckle. 

And so, it started off being closer to you, talking to you a bit more. Giving him a nickname, which has grown on you in the last 2 months, often using it instead of his actual name. I mean, that's the point of a nickname right? 

After becoming used to the hovering and the poking and the "He's standing so close to me what the hell." It got more intense. More touchy. Hands on your hips, to move you?? Playing with your hair, observing your face, trying to poke your eye one time. Aside from trying to blind you, you didn't mind it that much. It was nice, somewhat. Plus, you got Moon to open up!

 Intimate touching was what it moved into. How? You had no idea. Did you want it to stop? 

...No?

You let out a loud groan, leaning into your seat as you turn off the engine. Welp, if you want to get paid this week... You turned the keys, stepped out of the car and shoved them into your black purse strapped tightly to your hip. 

You parked a little further away from the Plex than usual, giving you more walking and thinking time. Moon's hands would snake farther down, deeper. In the 30-minute window, you could do a lot of exploring something. Like.. One's body. It wasn't sex or anything, PFT I mean, could you? Even? Imagine? IT???

...

It was more touching his hands, him touching yours. Examining his faceplate, the tiny scratches around his body, hand prints on his back, the ripped stitches on his nightcap that definitely needed to be sewn. 

It was never you who initiated but had yet to complain when his hand swept away a strand of hair or held your cheek. His hands that caressed your waist, eye lights that ran over the piece of skin that lay uncovered by an unused shirt button...

You shivered. 

Your hands shook inside the pockets of your hoodie. Instead of a leisure stroll, you upped the ante and began speed walking towards the glass doors. God damn this cold is nipping you in the ass right now. Scanning yourself in, you ran into the much, much warmer area than outside. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, you immediately went towards the janitor closet. Hopefully, you'll be able to get a few things done before Moon pops in. You did a quick scan of the Glam-Rock's rooms, seeing fewer marks on Monty's room than the night before. 

A quick 45-minute session of cleaning 4 rooms went by quickly. Freddy was nice and considerate as you took away and replaced his trash, Roxy wanted your advice on which keytar would be better to use for the show tomorrow, Chica offered you pizza, and Monty was surprisingly not in his room trashing it.

Once done with that, you did a quick unload of garbage before starting your real rounds in the atrium. It was then when your thoughts started to wonder, where was Moon? I mean, it wasn't always he'd be so early to follow you but it hadn't been this late to see him in months. 

You looked around you, trying to find 2 red lights either by you or above you. You didn't, with a small pout on your face you continued pulling the garbage bag, tightening, wrapping, knotting, and hauling it into the cart. 

It was only when you were heading back inside from emptying the cart outside that you heard the soft jingling of bells. You pushed your cart through the doors, back into the warm 4 walls and looked around. "Moony?" You stopped when the door shut behind you. You couldn't see him.. But you could hear him.

 You trudged along. Next stop was the daycare. You kept eyeing the ceiling, turning to glance behind your shoulder in case he was following you. You did not want to get jump scared tonight. Or any other. 

Finally, with your arm strength being put to the test each night, your cart was parked outside the entrance to the daycare. Moon started leaving the doors open for you, in a generous gesture to make it easier for you to get the garbage and clean. Only after he got tired of you asking to help push open the doors. 

In front of you stood a line between light and dark. The daycare's lights were shut off, leaving a vast, unseeable depth. You heard a deep chuckle from above, no.. Inside? You looked behind you, but nothing. 

"Moony come out!" You yelled out to the darkness. But nobody came. You stepped inside, hearing another high, static laugh. "If you scare me, you're getting smacked." Bells from above alerted you, lifting your head up. High above you, in almost complete darkness, you could see the etched figure of the tall Moon robot.

"Star light.. St-star brigHt.."  Two red eye lights began to hue upon you as he swings closer. He dangles from the hook supported him, but perfectly balanced in mid-air. You can't even imagine the core strength. "F-FiRs-t stAr I s-sEEee tonIghT." He spins, twists, and dances as the jester he was made to be. 

You smile, recognizing the poem. It's funny how much of a performance he's set up for you tonight. "Wi-Ish I may, Wish I mIghT," Gracefully he falls, one shoe before the other in front of you, he raises a hand and lifts your chin slightly to look up at him. "HaVe this wISh-h I wish tOnigHt." 

Your cheeks deepen in colour as your eyes wander the worn, darkened faceplate. You swallow thick saliva and put on your best sly grin. "Hello, Moony." It came out more breathy and awkward than you anticipated. 

"Hello-o STarliGht.." He spoke as he dropped his hand from your chin. You didn't like to admit it but you liked it when he touched you. It was a moment before the two of you spoke again, instead deciding to stare at each other in silence. You finally coughed.

"Um, well.. Man of the moon, what is your wish?" You jokingly asked. The small bells strung by long red ribbons dangled from his wrist as they lowered with his body,  the only sound in the daycare paired with your soft breathing. There were times when you thought he was breathing, as silly as it sounded with a robot but you figured out the noise he made while examining you was more akin to a cat. A slow purr. 

His crouching stance served a purpose, supporting one metal elbow dug into the thick fabric of his patterned pants as his hand folded around the bottom of his face, tapping against crescent cheeks. It's what you've grown accustomed to when he thinks.

"..ThiNking."

"..Well, you let me know by 5." A small laugh escapes you before it's rendered silent once more in the plex. You look backwards, towards your cart before you make your way towards it. Moon watches as you roll your cart inside the daycare, stopping when it's too dark to see before clapping your hands together. "Ok Moony, you gonna help today or do I need this?" You gesture to the flashlight attached to your work pants. 

Moon stands up before offering an out-stretched palm towards you with a weirdly, but not surprisingly dark chuckle. "I gUe-ess I'll hElp, todAy sT-tarlight." Faking a gasp, you roll your eyes with a smile as you take his hand, soft silicone melting into your own fleshy palm. 

"Well aren't you a gentleman." You laugh as he looks at you, red eyes trailing over you before turning away. He guides you through the dark, showing you the way to the many tiny garbage cans scattered throughout. It's a couple of trips back to the cart, throwing garbage bags, crayons, and ripped paper into the mix as well as heaving cleaning supplies over to spots even Sun can't scrape out. 

Moon continued to follow you around the plex as you did your tasks. It was surprising to say at least when he offered to help you, picking up tidbits of trash, scrubbing the spots on walls where you couldn't reach and throwing the large bag of garbage from your cart into the trash with ease. 

With the extra hands, you had just less than 2 hours before you were allowed to clock out. With nothing else to do, you decide to go back to the daycare. You were often told you had energetic hands, and with the cart shoved back into the janitor's closet you didn't know what to do with them. Swinging them as you walked, Moon behind you, you turned around just a few inches away from the tall robot. 

"Hey, do you have anything I could hold onto? It's just I need to touch something right now." You explain with a short laugh. Moon knew about your dance hands, usually having small items in the pockets of his pants for this occasion but it had been cleaning day the night before and he hadn't any time to fill them. He shrugged, eyes trailing your mouth as you pouted and went to turn away.

Cold softness wrapped around one of your hands, your eyes looked down to see Moon's hand wrapped around your own. You looked up, Moon's non-changing smile, eye lights going back and forth from your face to the connection. Your lips turn upwards. In silence, you thank him for the kind gesture by squeezing his hand slightly, which he does back in return. A giddiness of excitement passes through you, and your heart begins to race.

You start to think of how things have done a 180 from meeting Moon to now. From being terrified, scared, aggravated, annoyed, and now.. What? Did you have feelings for a robot? No.. You definitely thought you were raised better than this. 

The walk back to the daycare suddenly felt longer, the only thing you were focused on was how large Moon's hands actually were. Your hand was engulfed by his, long fingers reaching your carpal bone, or otherwise known as the pointy bone that makes slender hands so sexy.

Finally arriving at the daycare, you expected him to let go of your hand. But he didn't. Instead, continuing to walk further into the darkness of the childish, wild room. You came to the usual place you spent chilling with him during the end of your shift, a pile of blankets, pillows, and beanbag chairs pushed into a corner.

It was you who let go first, brushing off the weird vibe in the air as you fell back onto the plush bed, saying a quick "Weee!" as you fall. Moon rolled his eyes, stood still for a moment, before flipping himself into a bridge, twisting his faceplate around and coming straight for you. Your eyes widened in terror as the spider-like robot came full throttle towards you. 

"ACK! No Moony, oh my gooAWD-!" You held your hands up in front of you, clenching your eyes shut as your face braced for impact. You waited..

Nothing.

A low chuckle came before it started to pierce your ears. Your eyes opened slowly, realizing he was just inches away from your face, body turned back over. Thank god. "S-SillY stAr, alwayS so easILy afRaid.." You scoffed as he leaned away from you, flopping down onto the cushions behind him. 

"Ugh! Stop doing that! It's not funny." His laugh said otherwise. You started kicking him softly, the tiny bells on his jester shoes tinkering with the movement. He laid his hands over his lap, smirking at you as your attacks did nothing on him.

"Is toOoo." Seeing it was better than arguing with him, you dropped it. Instead of continuing kicks, you brought your feet up close enough to take off your increasingly dirty flats. Stretching out your legs, your feet started playing with the bells on his own shoes. Silence hovered, wanting to speak but what to say.

"Moony, how about some tunes?" You suggest, head cocked in the beanbag behind you. Moon seemingly snapped out of the trance he was in, staring at the way your feet touched his. 

"HmMmm.. PlaYin-ng sonGs otHer tHan L-Lullabyes is prOhIbiTed." He tapped your foot with the bottom of his shoes, red eyes poking up and looking into yours. You clicked your tongue, groaning into the beanbag with much exaggeration. 

"Oh cmon, you did it before!" But only after like, 10 minutes of begging. He shrugged, eyeing you as he gave you an in. A moment to try something. You thought..

"Please, please, pretty please?" You sit up, clutching your hands together in a prayer. A moment passed, the two of you falling into a stare-off. Moon's head finally made the first movement, spinning before he lets out a low sigh. 

"W-WhaT sOng?" You smile and cheer, falling back into the beanbag. 

"I really hope you're not asking that Moony. 'What song?' pshh." You waved your hand, closing your eyes as Moon shook his head. Your favourite song entered your ears in a matter of moments, humming along as Moon continues the 'staring contest'. 

It was by the end of the song that you heard something else. Loud thumps from outside the daycare. Opening your eyes, you looked up and saw Moon already standing and alert. Music shut off, you get up onto your feet and edge closer towards him. 

"Maybe it's a cleaning b-?" You were shushed by a long, blue-tipped finger pushed against your lips. 

"Shh." He didn't turn to look at you, which was a blessing. If only he could have seen the way your eyes widened, maybe he felt how your lips parted ever so slightly. Too bad he took his finger away. 

A shout was heard, more loud thuds coming closer towards the both of you. You furrowed your brows, who would be in the plex this late..? Vanessa isn't this loud.. Nobody can breach this place.. Who would be so loud?

Your eyes flipped from Moon to the light entrance of the daycare. The thumping became louder, louder, until you could see a large shadow in front. You squinted your eyes, taking a step forward trying to make out who it was when a hand wrapped around your waist.

In a matter of mere seconds, you were in the air. You screamed, clutching onto the body of the hands securely holding you up. "Qui-eT." Moon whispered in your ear. Your breathing, fast and heavy at the fact you were so high up, slowed as you instead focused on counting how many stars were embroidered into his hat. 

Moons gaze was focused on the entrance but caught glance of your own eyes as you tilted your head. It took you a moment to calm down before realizing you were entangled with Moon. Your legs were instinctually wrapped around his waist, his hands pressed against your back and under your butt, carrying you as one would a child. Your arms pressed against his chest as your head reached just below his neck. 

"I thought I heard somethin'.." A rough voice came from the ground. You turned around to look. Whirrs from Moon's chest picked up as he made a low growl of annoyance. 

"It-T's thE stUpiD gAto-or.." Sure enough, it was Monty at the doors, checking out the place. You remembered how he hadn't been in his room at the start of the night. You rolled your eyes as you watched the broad animatronic huff before thumping away. 

"Well atleast it wasn't an intruder, heh." You awkwardly laugh, turning your head back around to face Moon. Now that Monty was gone, shouldn't he be lowering you by now? You can't say you're much of a fan of heights. That's when a thought came back to you. "Hey Moony?" You whisper, watching as his eyelights fall upon you. "Were you ever gonna tell me your 'wish'?" Using quatation marks with your fingers as you spoke. 

His grip on you tightened slightly, making you raise a brow. It was silent for a moment as if he needed a second to collect his thoughts. The mechanisms inside of him spoke when he didn't, whirling fans seemed louder now that you were closer. 

"My wi-wISh.. StaRlighT," He groaned out, clutching your body against him as he loomed his face over yours. "Is.. YoU."  It was your turn to shut down now, mouth slowly parting as you processed his words. 

"..Me?" You spoke, suddenly feeling cocooned within his hold. His eyes never left you, focusing on your reaction. It's true when they say hot air rises, suddenly feeling warm in your thick sweater. Ok think, be.. Reasonable with this.. You have got to think, think rationally! "But.. Moony you know-"

Now for the third time tonight, he's shut you up whilst talking. But it wasn't with his finger or words, having been only inches away from your face as he held you, it was a quick surprise when his faceplate smashed against your lips. You yelped, only to be caught breathless as you felt a latch open against your cheeks. With your lips parted, something long and dreadfully wet entered your mouth.

You couldn't gasp in surprise, your hands clutched the skinny shoulders of your kisser. How could you think rationally when Moon was kissing you! With a tongue! Since when do they have a tongue?? 

A hand left your back, only supported by the one under your butt as you were pressed against his chest. The unoccupied hand cupped your cheek, stroking it for a few before it slid down your skin. The kiss deepened as you fought to breathe. His hand wrapped gently around your throat, squeezing only slightly enough to send a shock of something through you. 

Finally, contact was broken. You gasped for air as a line of thick saliva separated from your own mouth from his tongue. A low chuckle rushed through your ears as his hand patted your rosy cheek. 

"I f-fOrgot yOu NeEded to bReaThe." He tsked, rubbing your cheeks as you felt yourself being lowered towards the ground. You were at loss for words. Moon's put you at a standstill with actually thinking about how you feel about him and not just denying the feelings. 

You can't say you didn't.. Enjoy the kiss.. Infact, you really, really liked it. Feet attached to the ground, thank you Gaia, you watched with half-lidded eyes as Moon unhooked himself from the attachment on his back. 

Turning to face you, he smiled. Well, he closed his mouth and made his faceplate look natural again but this one.. This smile looked.. Non-threatening? Inviting, genuine? Does he like you that much? Was all this time being so close and touchy, was it because he liked you?

..God how dense could you be. 

But you think.. You liked him back? Something inside you just snapped, intelligence. How stupidly unaware of his advances for the past months? And you liked them! You liked his touches, the banter, his, although annoying and cruel, jokes! 

You let out a deep breath, looking up at the standing animatronic. "Uh, Moony?" He crouched down to your level. You shook your hands, a little wet from sweat, and stepped forward until you were mere inches away. "Can I.." Your lips wobbled, feeling awkward. "Make your wish come true?" Your hands reached out, carefully close before you touched his neck ruffle. 

In a swoop of motions, you were cuddled in his lap, arms encasing you once more. "YeEsSssS.." He purred in your ears, face hovering rather close to your own as his hands dug into your arms. "H-How I've waItED for th-this." He touched his faceplate against your forehead, nuzzling against you. 

You smiled, reaching a hand up. Your fingers came behind his faceplate, tangling through the strands of multicolour wire. Moon froze for a moment as your hands finally touched him. "Moony, kiss me." You looked at him as he pulled away from your forehead. He complied with your request, wasting no time opening his mouth and revealing his long ass tongue. 

You moaned softly as his tongue entered your mouth, swirling around the inside. Unconsciously, you began to grind upon him, lifting yourself higher into the kiss as you straddled him. His tongue felt wet even inside your mouth, slime-ish even but with the small droplets of drool seeping through the cracks of your lips and his, you didn't mind. His tongue grappled with yours, twisting, sucking as you clutched around his wires, pulling slightly. 

He choked a groan inside, a deep rumbling moving through his chest as he pulled away. A hand tore away from your arm, grabbing a soft hold upon your throat. Such long and slender fingers never did seem as beautiful when they traced your skin. Trailing upwards, his fingers quickly gripped your chin, tilting your sight upwards as you swallowed hard. "Oh h-hOw eXcitIng.." Your eyes watched intently as he slipped his tongue back inside his maw. "LittLe sta-arliGht is eVer soOoo eaGer.." His other hand came to rest on your lower back, pushing you, grinding yourself against him. "To fUfiLl my wiSh?"

You flushed, biting your lip as your lower body continued to press into him. "Ngh.. Yes Moony.. I- Like you." You shut your eyes, insides wobbly, butterflies in your stomach bad. "I.. Wanna live up to my nickname, heh.." Starlight, the nickname he'd chosen for you from the poem he recited. Your hand dropped from the wires, instead resting on his thin shoulders.

"MhmMm.. Is th-THat sSo?" Arms dropped from your back and chin, leaving you to continue softly grinding against him. His hands slid upon your waist, sliding up and down as he felt the way your body was moulded. You nodded, too focused on not losing the feeling of how good it felt shifted to his thigh, the seam of your pants were justttt right. 

"WeLl theN.. ShOw m-me darLinG, shOw me yoU." His eye lights circled you, only on you. Your face, your mouth, your hands clutched to his shoulders, the way your body moved on him. Moon felt himself heating up, as did you. You continued riding his thigh, trying to find and keep the right pace..! It would be easier if you were actually touching him!

You whined as you lost another high, too creaky and clothed in order to get yourself off. Moon aided you with the problem. Slipping his hands from your waist to underneath your shirt and sweater, you grinned as you removed your hands from his shoulders, held your arms up and helped him help you out of your clothes. 

You couldn't believe this, taking your clothes off in front of Moon. But.. The way his gaze, his look, the hunger in his eyes doubled at the sight of your skin. Soft and precious, all Moon wanted was to touch, but another part of him wanted to rip you apart. Urges, you know?

Moon made sure to retract his nails as he slid his fingers along your stomach, making you giggle as you clenched at the ticklish feeling. "SofT.." He purred, hands trailing closer to your bra. "So s-sOft.." In a blink, he cut the middle of your bra, exposing your breasts to the world. You gasped, unexpected and oddly sexy of the night robot. 

He pulled the straps away, leaving you bare top for all who could see. "Moon that was expensive." You sigh at the remanence of your bra. It was old anyways but still. 

He chuckled at your face, cupping your boobs in his large hands as he laughed. "OhH weLl." Squeezing your tits, he began experimenting with your nipple. Taking one between a pointer and a thumb, he softly twisted. You breathed heavily, watching his hands. He did it again whilst massaging your other breast. This continued, switching from one to the other. 

Your back arched, feeling shocks of arousal running through you. You want more.. 

"Muh- Moony, please, please.." You gasped as he pulled at one of your nipples, sending a wave of pain and pleasure down your spine. He stopped at your sound, going back to massaging both boobs as he focused on your face. 

"YeSssSs..?" You pat on your pants, slipping a finger around the waistband. 

"Off, I need them off." You couldn't do it when you were on top of him, furiously grinding as he played with your tits. Moon's head tilted, faceplate rounding to a spin as you gestured to your lower self. He will, of course, help you.

He set you down gently onto the ground, which was thankfully covered in pillows and blankets. His fingers climb up from your feet, ankle, knee, up your thigh.. To around your waistband. You sucked in a breath as you waited in anticipation. 

Moon couldn't help but stare at your face, bitten lip, wide eyes that held excitement,  rosy cheeks just exasperating fumes. He pulled off your pants quickly, socks and underwear following soon after. Naked as the day you were born, you had the urge to cover yourself. 

"PreTtY.." He spoke, making you look up. Moon hovered above you, knees bent around your legs, one hand beside your head holding him up as the other traced your inner thigh. You spread them further, which caused a chuckle from him. "Mmmmm.. WhaT i-iF I coUld.." He pressed his pelvis against your bare self. 

You gasped at the contact, feeling something rather large squirm from the inside of his pants. "BreEd yoU..? YesSssS.." As he spoke, staticy, he undid his skirt, letting it fall behind him as he slipped his pants down just enough for you to see it. A dark blue, galaxy coloured swirled around a squirming tentacle. His dick. It reminded you of the things you've seen on bad dragon. 

"Fuck.." You whispered, gawking at the size. Moon spun his face, clicked his tongue and leaned down. His finger traced your cheek, reassuring you. 

"D'aWwh.." He grinned at you, making your heart beat race. Pulling away, he grabbed hold of his dick, sliding the slim, wet tip up and down against your entrance. "I-I'll maKe yoU fe-feel gOooOd.." His high chuckle resonated through you as you felt him start to enter.

"FiLl you uP a-and maRk you as.." You bit your lip, clutching the blankets around you as he pushed himself further inside you. "Mine." The stretch burned, hurt, it was painful fitting however large he was inside of you but.. Man! Did it fucking feel amazing. He was only halfway in, and you were already so full. Did he say something about breeding you? 

"GoOd giRl, looOoSe youRself.." Moon cooed from above, watching as you suck in tiny breaths, trying to regulate this wonderful intrusion of your body. He pushed further, free hand grabbing onto your hip like a starved animal. His fingers dug into your skin as you bit your lip. "You'Re doIng sO g-good." He encouraged, seeing your face less scrunched up.

The pain was lessening. After a moment, Moon was situated inside you. The pain was still there, just dull. But what distracted you was the tentacle moving inside you. It felt weird, unlike anything you've ever experienced before. You couldn't deny it, it felt good. 

"You- you can go." You puffed out, eyes half-lidded as you were suddenly struck with pleasure. With a comforting grip on your waist and words in your ears, Moon pulled back. Almost completely out of you, before settling back inside. It was slow, at first. He would pull out, the tentacle still wiggling inside before shoving himself deeper than the first. The extra wetness covering his dick added to your own, equaling squelches of sounds coming from the pair of you. 

Your moans quickened as his fans grew louder from his chest. It feels better now, better than you could even imagine. "ThAt's iT, bE mine.." You look up at him, whining at his intense stare. Red eyelights swirl focused solely on you. Like blood, crimson shines from his eyes onto you. 

Your mouth is parted, open, wet as you gasp, saliva, licking your lips. Drawn in, Moon leans down quickly. His tongue slides through your soft lips, into your wet mouth. He doesn't stop pounding into you, caging you under him. 

Your high-pitched moans lessen from the kiss. "Yess.. YEsss.." His voicebox flickers, turning his voice raspy and scratched. You can feel it coming, his dick hitting so deep inside of you.. How full he's filled you.. "YoU're goi-Ing to takE alL-lllLl of it.. oF me!" He continues thrusting, sucking your tongue, exploring your mouth, grabbing your side.

You break away for a breath, panting as drool falls from your chin. "O-Oh jesus, Moon!" Your hands sprung up, grabbing his shoulders as a knot unravels from within. Clutching hard, you feel yourself entering a high, white-headed magnificent place. 

His hips buck once or twice more before he cries out a static groan. A gush of heat spreads throughout you, the tentacle still wiggling as he poured inside you. You release heavy air, trying to catch your breath as Moon lowers upon you. His head fits in the crook of your neck, long arms reaching up, cupping your cheek and sliding through your hair.

You lay there, processing what just happened. Moon finally picks himself up and slides out of you, dark cum dripping from your hole. You shivered at the sticky feeling, pushing yourself up onto your back as Moon crouches in front of you.

"You diD sooOo goOd staRligHt." He pats your cheek, looking, before standing up fully. Making his way over to a small table, you watch as he grabs a box of tissues. You sighed, rolling your shoulders as you tried to scower in the dark for your clothes. Once back, you thanked Moon and started cleaning yourself up. 

"So.. Did I fulfill your wish?" You grin, watching as he picks up an article of clothing. Turning, staring, he threw you your shirt.

"..Yes." 

[ziee]

Upgrade (Sun x Reader 18+)

The smuts a ~tad~ sucky bc I haven’t written in a while lol

A normal day at the Pizzaplex. That's what you thought today was going to be. Of course, nothing goes as planned.

The second you got there, the air felt strange. Clutching your bag around your shoulder, you made the quick walk upstairs, hopping up the steps with your long stride towards the daycare. You had gotten the job a couple of months back in desperate times and your willingness to look after snot-covered children.

It was going alright so far, as ok as a 10-11 hour workday running around with kids and a bipolar robot could be. It was the only job you could get in a short time with fat cash. For a company with its history, at least they pay their workers nicely.

Getting inside the broadly spaced daycare area, you walked down the steps to the abnormally giant door and pushed it open with a heave. You looked around, spotless just as you left it from yesterday. You always got here a little early, after a few incidents with Moon staying active until 6 and destroying the place.. Today was the last day of your 7-day stretch, with 2 days off until you're back on it again. Your back ached from repeatedly having to bend down several times a day, so you really just wanted to get this day done with and lie in your bed for 48 hours.

It was 7:20 by the time you parked your car, so you had around 30 minutes before the kids start coming in. You had begun walking towards the small back room where you usually place your bag when you heard a shuffle from behind you. You rolled your eyes, a small smirk appearing on your lips as you continued walking towards the room.

You placed your hand on the doorknob, twisting it slowly when a pair of large hands came down onto your shoulders. "Boo!" A loud voice shouted from behind. "Did I get you? Did I, did I?" Twisting you around fast, you raised an eyebrow at the assailant.

"Sun, that worked once." You leaned against the door, smirking as his hands fell from your shoulders.

"I know, but it's fun to try!" Normally, you would have rolled your eyes and gone inside the back room. However, today was not the day. Sun's face never moves, well his head does but not his actual face. But today, he talked, his mouth moved.

"..Uh Sun, say something again." You centred your eyes on his not-so-eternal smile, which was what you always called it when trying to explain your work with a robot.

"Like what?" He cocked his head, smile dipping as his tongue touched metal teeth, before resuming its natural position. You blinked.

"So, you got an upgrade in the.." You focused on your fingers as you tried to do basic math. "9 hours I was gone?" It shouldn't be such a big deal, but you have a terrible secret. A nasty one, so nasty it can't even be typed.

He continues smiling at you as he nods excitedly, swaying from his bent knees position. "Yes, yes! I even have a tongue, like you, wanna see? Wanna?" He doesn't wait for you to answer, instead opening his large mouth as a pink tongue slips out.

You stare in awe at the somehow realistic muscle made of what you assumed to be silicone, hell it even looks wet. You want to touch it. Sun watches as you stare, confused. He waves a hand in front of your face, closing his mouth. Damn.

"It's neat right? They thought that kids might like a more 'animated' face, my face! Vanessa installed it last night just as you left." He explained, 'they' meaning corporate.

You nodded, a soft "Uh huh.." dragged from your mouth as you felt your hand behind you against the door. "Well Sun, that's very, very cool but I should.. Go in here." You touched the doorknob, twisting it as you slid your body into the small room. "Uh- wait for me out here!" You quickly say as you shut the door.

"Of course friend!" He starts whistling from outside the door, you recognize it as the tune that plays non-goddamn-stop in the daycare. Taking a little breather, you place your bag down and stare at the wall. Moments from just seconds ago rushed to your head. He has a tongue. A tongue. A super-tall robot that dresses like a jester, who's incredibly annoying and loud, has a tongue.

And you find it hot.

You let out a loud groan, planting your face into your palms as you lean against the door. It wasn't always like this, you knew a time when you only had a taste for flesh- ok that sounds weird. No, you remember a time when you actually liked humans. When you got this job and met Sun, you found him very, very cool.

It had been your first time working with anything so technologically advanced. It fascinated you that he could do just about anything a human staff could, but more. You think you were just hired here to make sure he doesn't malfunction and drop a kid.

It wasn't until 2 months ago you saw him differently. You don't know how to explain it, maybe you were reading too much fanfiction as a horny and lonely young adult but from then on, whenever he came up to you, touched you, even picked you up as this guy knows no social distancing, you tried really hard to fight off your blush.

You stared at him often during your shifts, watching as he played with the kids or got them settled in for naptime. You could call him cute, at times. It wasn't until you started having sex dreams about this goddamn robot that you would call yourself a goner.

You liked to think to yourself that you were friends with the guy, and maybe Moon. You were closer to Sun partly because you saw him the most, Moon not so much.

You huffed, bringing your hands down your face. You grabbed your bag and checked your phone, 7:55. Normally on weekdays, the kids wouldn't actually arrive until 8:30 but today was Sunday which meant about 10 kids in the first 5 minutes of opening.

You sighed, just as you were about to turn and open the door, you felt the knob turn against your back and you were suddenly on the floor. "Ow, what the hell?" You yelped as you fell, thankfully having your hands to catch you and avoid a faceplant.

"Oh! No, no, no, what were you doing so close to the door?" Sun questioned, bending down beside you as his face twirls in front of your own. You grumble and sat up.

"About to leave, that's what." Sun shrugged off your hard exterior and instead offered to help you up, sliding his hands underneath your armpits as he lifted you up. You forced a tiny squeal down your throat and instead let him place you on your feet. Unfortunately for you, he also dusted you off, his soft, silicone hands wiping off imaginary dust from your sides.

"There we go!" Your stomach did rollercoaster flips as his long hands touched your clothed sides. Oh, how you wished they weren't so covered- Oop. Is it just you or did it get like, hellishly hot in here?

"Aha! Well, um, thank you for that. We should probably get out there, don't you think?" You cleared your throat as his fingers slid from your hips, trailing almost agonizing slow as you watched with intent. It wasn't until his head cranked upwards, looking at you with shaded, white iris' and a smile that almost seemed sinister.

You moved away from him, towards the door and out just as a toddler ran through the giant doors. Sun slid beside you once more in seconds, looking down at you with a smile that seemed a bit.. Off? Whatever it was, it was only for a moment before he nodded.

"Yes, yes! Let's go play, come." He gestured for you to follow, and you did with a small smile. Apart from the stupid crush, you liked the weird normalcy of being friends with a robot. You joked and bantered with him, although it was more playful insults on your part and him being completely dense.

You'd call it a solid friendship.

That sounds so sad.

-

It was around 10:30 now but it felt like this had been going on for more than 2 and a half hours. Kids kept piling in, one then five then fourteen then thirty-seven?? Yeah, it got busy on weekends, but there were still more kids coming!

You were in the midst of putting another name into the computer, as each kid got a wrist band that stayed on until they left the Pizzaplex, for security reasons, when you looked to the side. A rampage of kids following after Sun was greeted, a chorus of tiny voices shouting "Tag, you're it!" trailed after the running robot, ducking behind the play structures.

You couldn't help but let out a snort, laughing as you shook your head with a smile, welcoming another kid into the daycare.

2 more hours pass, and it was lunchtime. Both you and Sun gathered the kids from the play structures, ball pits, and the arts&crafts station. Putting them all along the many small, coloured circle tables was, as always, a hassle as the number of kids had gone up to almost 50. You were thankful to Sun since he could handle so many at once, while you had a hard time keeping 10 kids entertained.

Some kids had packed lunches, and some kids had gotten a pizza from the Pizzaplex. Once everyone was situated and eating, you left to get your own lunch. Normally you'd have a good 10 minutes to eat, but seeing the number of kids you guessed a little less than that for today. Scurrying into the backroom, you dug into your bag for the sandwich and veggies you brought.

You had only just begun eating when a loud knock on the door startled you from mindlessly scrolling on your phone. "Mhm!?" It was the only word you could sound out as you had just stuffed your face with the deliciously dry sandwich you brought. You thought it was a kid that saw you come in here, but Sun usually keeps an eye on things when you ate so..

"Helloo!" The sound of bells filled the room as the door opened and closed, Sun standing at full height as he towered over your sitting form. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you tried to swallow. Why is he in here? He never comes in here with you.

"Sun, what are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be watching the kids?" You set your sandwich aside and looked up at him. God, he was tall. You still can't get over that. He never stood up fully for long though, as he quickly bent his knees and returned to his normal swaying position.

"Oho no, they're fine. I came to check on you, silly!" He pointed towards you as you stared at his mouth. Flashbacks of earlier came into view, in particular his tongue. How long was it? Why did it look so wet? How would it feel between your legs-

You never would have thought such a simple upgrade would cause you to think like this!

You guessed you were spaced out for a few seconds because you didn't even realize Sun had moved closer towards you, so close that his knees now touched yours as he waved his hand in front of your face. You blinked and looked back at his expressive face. Still weird to get used to.

"Tch- Friend, this is why you need to be checked! You keep spacing out, for what? Do you need medical treatment?" You were about to argue but in a second you found yourself surrounded by blue light, scanned.

"Sun, there's nothing wrong with me.. Physically." Liar. You were so pent up and horny- "I think it's because I'm really tired. That's all." LIAR.

Scan complete.

You gave a small smile as the blue light disappeared. "Hm.. It doesn't show anything wrong, but you'll tell me if anything's wrong, yes?" Sun gazed at you, white iris' locked with your own. You swallowed thick spit and nodded. He was probably like this with everyone, worried about them. It was weird, new to you to have someone be like this... Weird.

"Yeah, yeah sure.." You turned towards your food. "..Hey Sun?" He cocked his head, multiple rays twinging in the action. "Do you think you can taste now that you have a tongue?" This question was only for scientific purposes, you told yourself.

He tapped his chin or the bottom of the moon crest and shrugged, making an 'I don't know sound'. You reached over and tore off a piece of your sandwich.

"Why don't we try?" You shook the piece in your hand with a smirk, tempting. Sun looked between your face and your hand, before opening his smile. Oh, you kind of weren't expecting that. A small, hopefully, unnoticeable blush spread against your cheeks. You thought he'd grab it but ohhhhkayyy..

Positioning the piece of food over his tongue, you gently dropped it in. You swore you felt hot breath over your skin, only for a few moments before you pulled your hand back. He chewed before swallowing..?

"So..?" You looked at him expectingly.

He shook his head before responding. "Eugh! Fizzyfaz is better than this." Oh wow, so he can taste. It left you with a few thoughts, like the small urge to open his stomach hatch and make sure nothing was clogged but as you thought, he stood up and quickly left the room with a loud goodbye. Left to finish your lunch, you were eating your veggies, you realized..

He said Fizzyfaz is better than your sandwich, which meant he had already tasted stuff! Then why.. Why would he have not just answered the question..?? You were left confused for the rest of your 5-minute lunch.

Once lunch was done, the routine was that Sun took the sea of kids over to the play structures while you cleaned up the many.. Many messes on the tables. You didn't really mind it that much, beats getting tackled by a thousand tiny hands.

-

The next time you saw Sun was sitting, long knees bent close against his chest, on a colourful toddler chair. Surrounded by many little girls each in their own seat, they giggled and squealed with joy as Sun played tea party with them.

You were in the midst of walking around the playground, just making sure no one had broken any bones. Seeing the silly scene, you leaned against a slide as you watched the group lift their plastic tea cups, even Sun with such umpf he raised his glass to the sky before lowering it back down to clink against the others.

You watched with lips upturned. Most days Sun was a ball of mass energy, rolling and running and jumping around the play area was a favourite of his. So it was nice to see him not so.. Like that. Calmer, at least.

Your gaze wandered from time to time to the other children, so when it settled back on what you'd previously been looking at, you were surprised when a head had turned to you. As the little girls played pretend, Sun's attention drifted towards you. You give a little wave.

He rose the pink, plastic cup and tipped it towards you before setting it down. You both grinned at each other, a small laugh escaping you at his actions. Sun seemed pleased with his play, as he bid au revoir to the girls as he made his jingling, jangly way towards you. Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting he'd come over.

"Having fun there?" You asked sarcastically, leaning back against the slide as you crossed your arms with a smirk. Sun crouched in front of you, laying one arm across his spread leg as the other, somehow, cupped his cheek.

"Oh, of course friend! But it'd had been better if you'd had joined." You laughed at that. Like hell you would.

"Sorry Sunny, ain't happening." You have much better things to do than play tea party. Like... Make sure no one dies! Yes, that, of course. Kids were stupid, after all. Sun rolled back, doing a small backflip from the floor as he released a loud groan before standing up.

..So tall.

He walked forward, and with only 2 steps of his long stride, he was in front of you once more. You had to tilt your head upwards in order to align with his face, which was down flat resting upon you. "Sun?" You awkwardly smiled, wondering why he was just staring. Normally that's reserved for you since he does most of the talking.

His grin widened as he lifted one hand and hovered it over your head. The red ribbon around his mechanical wrist fell in front of your face, which made you open your mouth to blow it away. You felt his fingers only slightly, shaking above your head. Your brows furrowed. This is weird.

"Why are you touching my hair, Sun?" He laughed as you felt small tingles course through you. He wasn't touching the roots, but small strands that floated in the hair from the electricity of the slide behind you.

"Your hair is floating!" He exclaimed, continuing to curl and wrap the flying hair around his fingers.

"Hu-Urk!" You yelled out in pain as you tilted your face up. Sun retracts his hand in a startle, large rays becoming a tad smaller.

"What's wrong, friend?" He asks, concern laced through his voicebox. You grumbled and settled your own hands atop your head, figuring out the problem rather quickly. Your hair had become stuck in the stupid, plastic slide. You tried to yank your hair out of the small hole it had become trapped in, but it was either because of your moving or Sun twirling your hair, it just hurt like hell.

"Ow, ow, ow!" You did not want to do this today, for fucks sake. You were getting pissed.

Large hands settled over your own after a few more yanks, tugging them from your head and letting them fall to your sides. Sun looked down at your annoyed face and smiled. "Let me do it, sunshine! I'll be gentle, I promise." He began to focus on trying to untangle your hair from the hellish structure as the anger blush changed.

And was replaced with 'Jinkies. Let's not think about the last sentence he said' blush... Well, that was a given since,

His crotch was directly in front of your face.

It's not like you could see anything, it was covered by a silky feeling fabric and skirt. But, just knowing.. Oh, what the hell are you thinking, all he's got under there is metal and wires. You averted your eyes, wishful thinking.

You sucked in a breath as Sun detangled your hair. "Sorry, Sunshine." If it weren't for the cringe of it, you'd be biting your lip right about now. In the silence of it all, your heavy breathing which you hoped he didn't hear, you've noticed something. He'd been calling you Sunshine. Something usually only restricted to the kids, and on all occasions since meeting him, you'd just been 'friend'.

..Why was everything so strange today. You knew you weren't imagining it when the air felt strange just as you walked in today. First the tongue, then the touching, the staring, the smirks, hell he lied about not knowing if he could taste for what reason? What was the reason.

It wasn't until a quick yank of your hair pulled you out of your thoughts. "Ow!" You yelped and grabbed the back of your head, rubbing the sore spot. But hey, you're free! Sun leaned back and crouched down to your height.

"There we go! All, all done." He was a bit too close, cheeks flushing as your eyes wandered to his mouth. NO, not this again. You slapped your hand over his face in a not very well thought out plan. But there you were, palm to his crescent nose, fingers lacing over his white eyes. "Sunshine?" You could feel the movements of his mouth moving under your hand.

"Aha! Yes, thank you Sun. Mhm, you're super helpful and nice anyways I should probably get going ya know? Make sure no kids are dead or anything! Ok bye." Removing your hand, you began to speed walk out of there. You could feel Sun's eyes burning into your back, but thankfully after a few seconds, you heard bells ringing by a group of kids.

Busying yourself with a meaningless task, it was often interrupted by your now 2-minute stare at wall activity. Just.. Why. You wanted to claw your eyes out. Why did you, literally slap him only seconds after helping you out. You didn't even say thank you.

Geez.

You really hoped this day would end soon.

-

It was nearing the end of the day now, the daycare would be fully closed in 30 minutes. There were still quite a few children still here, but most were older than 6 so it'll be fine leaving them unsupervised.

You were walking around with nothing better to do when you heard the familiar, annoying chime of, "Clean up, clean up!" Sun was in the process of cleaning up knocked-over boxes when you crept up beside him. He noticed you the second he set all 3 boxes on top of each other. "Sunshine, you're here!" He exclaimed, turning around to face you.

You nodded, giving him a small smile. You didn't say anything. Partly because you didn't know what to say, especially not after your flight only a few hours earlier and it's not like you can ask a robot how their life is or plans for the weekends. Plus, you like looking at him.

"...Is there something you need!" What..?

His face was now in yours, close, smiling, talking. "Sunshine, are you sure you're just tired?" A jingle from a bell close to your ear, you thought he was going for your cheek but instead his hand rested upon your shoulder. Damn- He was bending down, so close. Could you feel his breath, does he breathe?

You felt a wave of heat rush through you. "N-no! I'm fine, I'm fine." You shrugged his hand off of you, cursed yourself as you backed up before looking at him. He was still bent, arms hanging loosely as he stared at you in confusion.

Ah fuck, how can a robot look so judgemental? Why do you have to make things so weird? "Um, ok yes I actually do need something." He looked at you expectingly. " I wanted to ask you, uh, why you said you didn't know you could taste." His rays twirled, cocking his head with a small smile. "Because! You said fizzyfaz was better than my sandwich and I just..?"

He giggled. You narrowed your eyes as a fit of laughs came over him, the constant sound had made small glitches in his voicebox. "Was it a joke back there? Oh man, I'm so stupid." You chuckled with him, seeing as he couldn't stop. You looked around and saw a couple come through the doors, parents you assumed. Sun didn't look like he'd be stopping soon, so you excused yourself. "Um, ok. I'm just gonna get this.."

Walking towards the doors, you turned back to get a quick glance of the robot when you swore you saw his tongue stick out and..Lick his lips.. Non-existent lips..? Why is he still staring at youuu- Ok you're turning around now.

"Hello, who are you picking up?" You smile at the couple, trying to get the image out of your mind.

"Mathew." They spoke. You hummed, looking at the daily paper which had every entered kid's number. You punched it into the computer and the very, very handy GPS in the bracelet came into view.

"It says he's in one of the play structures right now, do you wanna try calling to him?" You turned towards the couple who were on their phones.

"Can't you do it?" The mom groaned, not even looking up at you. Your eye twitched.

"Of course." Bitch. You started walking towards the play structures, calling his name. You knew what the kid looked like, he was a regular after all. Couldn't imagine why. (You could) You saw the kid's head poke up once from the colourful structure. "Mathew cmon, your parents are waiting for you." You called, turning your head upwards.

"No!" He yelled before disappearing. You grumbled before turning around and.. Bumped into a yellow chest. Looking up, you saw Sun's rays fully extend outwards as he leaned down.

"Need some help?" He spoke a little, no, a lot too close to your ear. Your mind shut down for a second.

..

In an instant, you backed away at least 10 feet, cupping the ear that definitely felt wet breath. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you stared at the animatronic. Fucking scrap metal!

"Uh, yes. I- I need the kid, Mathew. I need Mathew." You coughed, taking your hand away from your ear and straightening your uniform. Pointing your finger towards the little boy, you averted your eyes from the increasingly weird robot. "He's up there."

Sun nodded with a sly smile before crawling up the slide. You swear Moon and him are part spiders. Catching your breath, you turned your head up towards the slide and shook your fist. The next time you see Sun, you'll strangle him. But for now, turning towards the front desk, you sighed. You're gonna have to track down way more kids.

-

"Hahhhhhh.." Your face planted against the door to the back room. Times like these make you wonder what the hell made you think you could handle chasing kids around for 45 minutes. Groaning, you lifted your tired arms and turned the knob. Slipping into the room, you went to your bag and got out your phone.

It was around the time you'd usually help and clean up, but after the shit you've been through today.. You know, you can't lie. All the staring and smiling was weird from Sun, but the dusting you off and helping you with your hair.. Was nice. Felt weird, but nice too, in a way.

But whatever, you put up with whatever bullshit he was playing today. All the arousal you had to push down deep inside you today was just waiting to burst. You had a plan, the moment you got home you were going to run to your beloved toy, sweet, sweet, clit destroyer 3000.

Thinking of that made your mood sweeten as you put everything back into your purse. Just as you were about to put your lunch containers inside, the door behind you swung open with a loud "Hellooo!". Anyone could distinguish that voice, and since you've been hearing it all day you didn't bother to turn around.

"Hello, Sun." You sighed. Leave me alone you stupid, sexy robot. You were packing the containers into your purse when you felt a weight on your shoulder. Stiffening, you looked to your side and saw Sun resting on you. It would have looked funny from behind, to see a 7ft tall robot bending down.

"Isn't it funny we keep meeting here?" Sun laughs into your shoulder. You acknowledge his comment with a hum, closing your purse. "Sunshine what's wrong?" He digs at you.

"..It's nothing. Tired, is all. Sorry Sun but," You shrug him off and turn around, tiredness shown on your face. "I just really want to go home, it's been a stupidly long day." Clit destroyer 3000, clit destroyer 3000, clit destroyer 3000-

Sun releases a whine which startles you, capturing each of your hands with his own, pulling slightly. "No! You can't leave yet! We haven't even cleaned up everything, and you know, you know clean up is the most important part of the day!" You roll your eyes. Your heartbeat sped up.

"You're the master at it Sun, all I ever really do is put a few toys in the boxes." You look towards your encased hands and his face. He looks like he's trying really hard not to put up an angry face as he tugs at you once more.

"Sunshine! You've never not helped clean up."

"I just, not today. Ok?" You tugged your hands away from his, grip loosening against resistance as they fell to your sides. His hands flew to his hips, settling on them as his stance shouted disciplining mom.

"But why? Why?" You swear to god-

"It's because you were so weird today." You eye him as you lean against the brick wall behind you. He cocks his head.

"Weird?" He asks. You nod.

"Yeah! All the staring and touching! The feeding, and what the hell was that when you literally breathed in my ear!" You snapped, rubbing your eyes before sighing. He just stared at you, smile never fading. That's weird. Now that he's got this upgrade, why isn't he frowning?

"I think I understand." He exclaimed, giddy. You raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah? You understand?" You huffed, turning around to grab your purse.

A pair of soft hands wrapped around your waist. Hot breath entered your ear with a rather quiet whisper. "You're all pent up Sunshine." You sucked in a breath.

"Excuse me?" You tried to twist yourself away, but his grip held tight by metal locks.

"Don't deny it silly, silly goose, it wasn't just me staring all day!" He laughed and booped your nose. You felt his chest press against your back as he leaned his face down. "You've been having naughty, naughty thoughts all day haven't you? Ever since I showed you my upgrade, you've been in la la land!" His hands pressed against your sides as he spoke. Maybe he wasn't as dense as you thought.

"I-No, no it's not like that-" You stuttered, trying to defend yourself. Long fingers caressed your sides, digging into the fabric of your uniform and the fold of your skin. You gasped at one particular hard dig, wrenching one of your arms free and slapping his hand. "That hurt." You mumbled.

Sun nuzzled against your neck as he softened his hands, massaging your sides. You sighed. Is this.. Real? You weren't just sleep-deprived at the wheel and imagining this?

"Let me take care of you, Sunshine." You really should say no, but isn't this what you wanted? You could get fired for this, but this is what you've been imagining. All day, was everything he did all day leading to this?

That sneaky little bastar-

You nodded against his chest, feeling his hands inch below your shirt. You let out a soft "Yes.." as you felt his long fingers slip under the fabric and press onto bare skin. It wasn't hard like earlier, but soft. Caressing, a slow sliding pace. It calmed you from your anger, what were you ever so angry about? Sun was helping you unwind. You thanked god you weren't facing him, your cheeks and ears felt like they'd been poured over with lava.

However, from all the standing you've been doing all day, you'd really like to sit down for this. "..Floor." You mumbled, pointing to it as your knees started to feel weak. His hands fell from your body and you winced in sadness, his hands were so warm.

Instead of moving down to the concrete floor as you thought you'd do, you were surprised when Sun suddenly lifted you up from under your legs, carrying you out the door and making a beeline for the ball pit. You looked up at him with a glare. "Are we seriously gonna fuck in the ball pi- ACK!" The loose grip you had on his arms around you tightened as you were lifted in the air, only for a few seconds before you felt the stability of ground beneath you.

Tuning around, you realized you were on the infamous balcony Sun usually jumped out from. "Shit Sun, don't do that without a warning next time." You shook your head, looking at the grinning robot.

"Language, Sunshine!" He exclaimed, pushing you towards a pile of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals from the gift shops. Laying down onto the pile, you smiled as you felt how soft it was. Sun quickly settled over you, making your cheeks grow a furious red hue. "But more important, importantly! Next time?"

You sputtered, looking away from the animatronic hovering over you. He grinned, sticking out his tongue in a playful manner.

"I will slap your face again." You muttered, embarrassment evident on you. Sun laughed, leaning away from you.

"You're going to have to reach me first!" His childish tone lessened from by your ear to further below you. Reach him? What does that meaaaaa- Why is he moving in between your legs!?

"I-Uh w- Sun what are you doing!" You lifted yourself up to take a better look, but a large hand on your chest laid you flat. Another hand had taken hold of your loose-fitting work jeans and was shimmying them off of you as you sputtered.

"I'm taking care of you?" Sun said it like it was the most obvious thing. He poked his head up, retracting his lower beams and placing his chin on your stomach. Smiling with mouth loosely opened, you could see the fake, pink muscle. You swallowed.

"..Ok." You let out a shallow breath as Sun's grin widened. Opening his mouth, he slid down the hand pressed against your chest further down, lifting up your shirt just enough as he licked a long stride from the center of your ribs to your belly button.

..When did he get so cocky. And hot, so hot and cocky? Where is that stupid animatronic you knew? It felt a little ticklish as he licked you as you let out a tiny laugh.

Both his hands quickly came to your waist, pulling your pants down with one quick swipe. The cold wasn't a problem when Sun literally radiated constantly with heat, plus with all this extra 'heat' in your legs, you felt warm. A little too warm.

"Uh.." Releasing quick puffs of air, your eyes widened when you felt one hand settle on your inner thigh, the other cautiously started to touch you against clothed parts. You bit your lip, trying to look down at Sun, but were immediately shot down by several 'tsks'.

"Sunshineee.." His voice lowered, more so than you've ever heard before that made you want to hear more. "If you keep moving, I'll have to punish you." You blinked, and-

You whined.

His finger pressed harder into you, the only thing separating him and you were this stupid underwear! "Look at you, sweet, sweet thing." He giggled, watching as you squirmed from underneath him. "Don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of you!" His finger only stopped short of a second, before he decided to slide it under the straps, tugging your underwear off of you.

Butt naked, you felt rather self-conscious. As expected with a person who has a vibrator called 'clit destroyer 3000', you've never really gotten 'some'.

What a life you've lived.

"Oh, how naughty.." Sun spoke up, twirling your panties on his finger. The ones you had on today were, conveniently, yellow with red stripes around the band decorated with pale lace.

..It was weird how similar they were to Sun-

"Do you wear this every day Sunshine? Do you?" He smiled, innocently as he stretched the underwear with both hands. Your cheeks grew hotter at the display of him literally inspecting the cloth.

"Uh, no. I just put on whatever's clean." You lifted yourself on your elbows, staring as Sun brought the pair up to his faceplate and.. Turned towards you. With a grin, he pushed you back down again, just when your sight went out of view as he stuffed the yellow panties into his giant pants.

"Shame."

Before you could even realize it, he was laying on his chest, in between your legs, hands on each thigh spreading them out. You gasped, eyes darting around the room as you felt hot breath cover your most intimate part.

"Mfh- Sun, please." You groaned, feeling his chuckle vibrate against you. It hadn't even started and you're already begging. It was only a few seconds later when you jolted, feeling a firm, wet pressure slide upon you.

And again.

And again.

"You taste so, so, sooo good!" He exclaimed before diving back down.

Teasing, running up, up, so close-! And it was here! Before it was gone in mere seconds. Your arousal was only growing thicker, trying to reach his head and just- Shove him in there, but he was too far down. You knew he knew what he was doing, feeling him smirk and snicker at odd times against you.

Just as you were about to snap at him, you felt his attention finally, finally! Focus on your clit. The, incredibly wet, silicone tongue of his was actually rather long. "Oh my gods, finally!" You cried, clenching the blankets around you.

You bit down on your lower lip, only slightly deafening the sounds coming from you as he circled your pink button. The moment you did, Sun had resurfaced, shaking his head as he tsked once more. "Sunshinee, let me hear your pretty, pretty little voice." His voicebox seemed to purr out his lines. You didn't want him to stop, couldn't.

God, you're so desperate.

You immediately did as told, releasing a small moan as his finger replaced his tongue. Rubbing you just as he'd done, he also moved to explore your entrance. With both hands occupied with pleasing you, he had let go of your thighs which were starting to burn at how spread apart they were. You decided to set them over his thin shoulders, which he agreed to with his quickening speed.

"Aw doll, you're getting so wet! You're splashing my hand!" He laughed at your reaction as his finger quickly rotated.

A finger had slower entered you, skinny but long, reaching deep within you. You wanted to grasp him closer, clenching the sheets around you. He tested the waters of your hole, seeing it clench around such a skinny little thing wouldn't do~

Adding another finger, he started to pump in and out with a small adjustment time. "Oh.. Su-Sun.." You rolled your head sideways, staring at small papers covered in children's drawings spread across the floor in the balcony room. You had a hard time focusing on anything though, closing and opening your eyes as the pressure in your belly got deeper. Abruptly, the finger above stopped and left you, with only 2 other fingers pumping in and out of you.

"Well, well, weeellll, you're sucking me right up Sunshine! Who knew you'd be so sweet?" Your mouth opened and closed. You saw Sun open his maw, dipping his wet fingers dripping with your essence into his mouth. It felt so, so hot, so good. Sun's words, although a little weird to say while fingering someone, were doing something to you. It felt a bit wrong to imagine a daycare robot doing such things to you, but as they were happening to you right now, hell do you even care?

The answer is no.

You jolted, sensitive as that first, familiar touch pounced on you once more. Sun lapped at your clit with exhilarating speeds, having you squirming, gasping and stomach in hoops. His tongue applied steady pressure to your pleasure making you squeeze him tighter around your thighs. You wanted to scream when he took you inside his mouth, which was unsurprisingly very hot, making a sucking motion from within.

"My, my, aren't you a noisy one?" You hadn't even realized the sounds you'd been making until now, but could you even care? You were glad Sun had a sensible mind, retracting his rays only halfway so they wouldn't poke your legs as you kept shaking.

Another finger was added when you had the sense of orgasm soon. Fingers never faltering, the pace of his hand held steady as he licked and somehow? Sucked your clit. It didn't matter that Sun's mouth was occupied when you had a built-in voice box.

"I can feel you tense up doll, are you close? Hm, hmm?? Are you going to come?" His tongue circled you, pressing hard against the soft silicone.

"Mhmm- Y-yeah it's.. It's coming soo- Ah-" You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to focus on your breathing through this mind-blowing pleasure. In, out, in out, in..

Out-

Your mouth opened but nothing was said, a silent scream of incoherent joy. Sun's actions didn't cease until your body was full-on shaking, jolting at every touch, tensing with each lower muscle.

"..Well that was super, duper fun!" Sun's head popped up from your legs, lifting your thighs off each shoulder, carefully setting them down onto the pile of blankets. You took a moment to catch your breath as Sun moved to instead sit beside you, criss cross apple sauce as he inspected your face.

"Oh, ok. My god. Phew." You took deep breaths with a small smile, inhaling the afterglow of an amazing orgasm.

"I told you I'd take care of you, didn't I?" He smiles wide, setting a large hand overtop your head, ruffling your hair slightly. You swat his hand away, leaning up.

"I guess you did." Chilling for a few minutes after, you soon realize you ought to get home. And not for your vibrator, this time, but for a sweet, sweet shower.

You fucking reek.

Sun helps you gather scattered pants, socks, and shoes when you remember something else. Turning around, you see him eye your bare ass. You give him a deadpan look. "Sun, where did you put my underwear."

[ziee]

any tips or resources for writers just starting to write nsfw?

These may or may not be helpful but it's worked for me.

Create a Pinterest board with writing pins. Save any and all writing tips, tricks, and hacks. Anything that'll help in your writing. There's a pin giving 10 different ways to say "Cock"? SAVE IT. There's a pin with 100 different ways to say "Wet"? SAVE IT. I have over 200 pins on my board called "Writing tips and crap" I made in like middle school.

Read it. Read smut, NSFW, lemons or whatever you call them. It'll give you ideas, it'll show you words you've never ever heard of. I found out about the word "Baritone" because I was reading smut about a troll. (It was so fking good) But aside from such a simple word like that, just reading what you might want to create is really helpful to get that old noggin' joggin'.

USE PROPER GRAMMAR. Please, for the love of God, know when to use any and all punctuation. Know how to spell stuff, at least. It is so easy to tell if a smut was written by a 13-year-old and an 18+ person. I would suggest getting Grammarly, I use it daily, even as I write this.

This may be uncomfortable for some people but whenever I'm stuck in a rut, can't figure out a scene or just need some ideas, I turn to good old PH. (Or any other site that gets it going) Watching people do the nasty is suuuppeeerrr helpful if you wanna write about it!

The last, and my most important tip. Never, ever, as long as the grass is green and the trees grow, use the sentence, "Their tongues fought for dominance." That is all.

Hope this helped, or at least gave an idea of where to start. I know it's pretty much basic stuff, but hopefully, it's somewhat useful.

[ziee]

Draw me like one of your french girls (Yb x Reader) 18+

back from the dead.

You yawn, eyes opening and closing as such a frog. You're struggling to stay awake, the midnight hour passed long ago as your dreary eyes focus on the bright light in front of you. Your knees are pulled up to your chest in your chair, hunched over as you move your pen over the illuminated drawing tablet.

What are you drawing, that is the question. A questionable answer waits to be read.

In a badly coloured room, because no one has time for backgrounds, sitting on his knees is an sweaty, and ever so aroused, Peter. Peter from the Your Boyfriend game. The game that's got you in a chokehold ever since you discovered it.

You groan, setting down the pen on your desk as you rub your face. You're so tired, and all you want to do is go to bed. What keeps you up? Ambition. You need to finish this drawing. You absolutely, downright HAVE to see this finished piece. Why?

Because you're horny lol.

Ever since you've joined the fandom, you've searched through countless AO3 books. The books you've read with such questionable tags.. The things you've cleared from your search history.. And all the things you've imagined with the most basic character design.

For some reason, the golfball of a man, a psycho, murderous, stalking man has made your kitty SCREAM. No matter how many times you feed that cat her wet food, she's always clawing up your ass for more.

Figuring, hey, you're an artist. A heck of a lot good, hell Picasso can't believe the shit you draw, you'll make some fanart yourself. Contributing to this good old fandom by making other horny teenagers and young adults feast. Goodness, you are a saint.

You've made NSFW art for other fandoms, but this was the first for the heavily rising 'your boyfriend' fandom. Maybe this is why it has to be perfect. Staying up past dawn won't kill you, plus, you have tomorrow off so you're home free baby!

A part of you still kinda, does, really, maybe wants a t e e n y wee bit of sleep but ALAS, heroes never sleep. You can sleep when you're dead, for all you care.

Focusing back on the drawing, you start to grin. The lineart was almost done. This was your favourite part of drawing something naughty.. The crotch. Balls, dicks, and occasionally the odd boob or 2.

In this one, it wasn't like you were doing anything extremely lewd though, much to some people's dismay. Peter was on his knees, his expression which you got perfectly, one that made you blush a little might I add, with his fly down and boxers peeking out.

Yes, you weren't going to be drawing any dick and balls tonight, unfortunately. But, the mystery is what counts! I know you just read how the best part is actually drawing the genitalia, but it's more like second on your list. Anyone is going to come across this beautifully done drawing of yours and think, "Oh my god, that is single-handedly the hottest fanart I've come across. Seeing countless grey dicks has been a real joy, but the mystery of seeing his boxers, knowing what lies beneath- Oh~ I wonder how this artist will draw his cock!"

Or well, you hope that's what they'll say. You've always found that seeing the full package, yeah I mean it's exciting but you cannot go wrong with a man in his boxers having a boner. Or a woman in a sexy bikini. Don't get me started on happy trails.

Too late. You love it when you see a man half-naked, towel wrapped around his waist, the small, lip biting, toe gripping happy trail moving down towards that unknown sight! Oh god, just thinking about it turns you on.

You squeal, smack your cheek softly before shaking your head. No, ok, y/n focus. Seriously. You have a job, and you're going to do it.

Your cheeks were red, burning with the thoughts that just re-surfaced. You turned on the fan in your room, hoping it'll cool you off as you continue to work. You swerve your scooter chair to turn to your second monitor, playing some lo-fi playlist. Clicking your tongue, you type in 'sex playlist' and choose the first one that comes up.

Grinning, you turn back to the other monitor hooked up to your tablet. White light blinds you from the electronic, fucking up your eyesight even worse seeing as you're drawing in the dark, but you could care less. Your glasses prescription is already thick as balls, what's it to make it worse?

You finished up with the sketch, and now it was time for colour. Deciding to do Peter first and not the background, you start off with flat colours. An hour passes, it's almost 3 in the morning. Next was shading. By now your head was dragging down, feeling as if it'll slip from your neck. You persisted.

Until your stomach growled. As you were almost done with the shading, only needing to do the least bit on his shoes, you suddenly felt famished. Turning to your side, you were about to down yourself with water, since you knew eating this late would just give you a stomach ache, you saw that your water bottle was empty.

Goddammit, thirsty bitch. You stood up, almost falling over before stabilizing yourself. You didn't bother grabbing your bottle, instead, you stumbled to the kitchen and grabbed a small glass. Filling it up, you took small sips as you lean on the counter. You look towards the clock on the stove. 3:29 AM.

You sigh, shaking your head slowly with a smile. You're stupid for staying up for such a reason, but Jesus- Gulping the last swig of water, you set the glass down into the sink. You're one talented mother fucker.

Heading back to your room, you stopped short when you heard something fall. From your room. You froze, stopping to listen. You heard a couple of slaps, it sounded like someone was slapping your desk? You definitely knew it was a human since you didn't have any pets, you lived alone and you didn't have anything in your room that could repetitively hit your desk if it fell.

A cold wave washed over you. Oh shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why would someone break in now? This had never happened to you before, why now?! Keeping the groan inside, you slowly crept back towards the kitchen. Quickly grabbing the sharpest knife from the block, you scowled as you began the quiet trip back to your room.

You were not going to let someone just come in and steal from you. Hours of drawing furry's fucking will not be wasted on some low-life robber!

Ok, this may be a stupid idea, stupider than your last one, but your stuff is expensive. Like, really. You worked extra shifts and opened commissions for your 2 monitors, tablet and your super comfy chair. So, uh, that's your reasoning.

Slowly creeping back to your room, you stood against the doorframe. Peeking inside, you gasped as you saw an arm coming out of your drawing tablet. An arm. Coming out of your drawing tablet??

What the fuck.

You stare horrified in the doorway, knife still gripped in your lowered hand. The arm was the thing slapping against your desk, having knocked over your water bottle in the process. Well, good thing it was empty then.

You didn't know what to do. I mean, what can you do when there's a literal ARM coming out of your device? High five it?

You chuckled.

Ok no, focus. Stepping towards it, you noticed the grey tone of the arm. Looking towards your monitor, you found it glitching. Oh god, no! Your baby- You drew so much shit to pay for that!

You could crumble to your knees, but other matters were at hand. Especially the other one that was coming out of your tablet. You screamed, bending down to pick up your water bottle and repetitively hitting it against the hand.

The hand-pulled back and you thought for a second it would go and leave you be, but the next time you brought your bottle down, the, surprisingly large and slightly hot hand, grabbed the bottom before it hit. You released it with a squeal, backing up. Your eyes, which were kind of glued to the veins on whoever's arm this was, suddenly jumped to the grey head that was coming out, along with 2 shoulders.

You screamed as it dropped the water bottle. You knew you had a knife but if you avoid any murders tonight, that'd be great. So you quickly move your hand under the desk to grab your bottle, ignoring the fact that your tablet is basically giving birth to something unknown.

Grabbing the handle, you pull your arm back just as you go to stand up. Turning your head, you become face to face with a grey circle. A grey circle, that's blinking.

"AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!" You cry out, swinging your arm with the water bottle in front, successfully hitting this thing in the face. It lets out a yelp, clutching its face as it backs away from your desk. You rush out from under it, standing up quickly as you run towards your door. You take a moment to look, stopping with bated breath at the doorway and, phew oh god when was the last time you exercised because-

Anyways. You stopped at took a quick look at the- man? A blue shirt, black vest, black pants. Grey head- He turned and looked at you. Big eyes blue eyes stared back into yours.

"Oh my god." You whispered. He gives you a large grin seeing you look at him. A small blush appears on his face as his eyes trail your body. You suddenly feel self-conscious and offended in your oversized MLP shirt fit for a brony and black pyjama shorts.

"Darling.. I've waited so long to meet yo-"

"Your fly's open." You point the knife in your hand towards his opened pant zipper. He blinks, his smile falling for just a moment as he looks down. You notice his cheeks growing redder, his zipper being pushed out even more- Oh my god.

Disregarding the whole "A character from a video game just popped out of your tablet", you turned away, an awkward smile on your face as in turn, your own cheeks suddenly flush in heat. Ok, the big reveal, you're an epic virgin. You talk the talk, but you would trip and fall and break your ankles in the walk. You've seen all the porn, read, wrote, and drew everything. The only thing you've never done was the.. Thing. The actual thing.

Seeing the real.. Thing in person... Is rather.. Nerve-wracking. Watching him, this guy from a video game that's now in your room! Watching him get a boner just from you staring-! You swear if you get one of those cringy anime nosebleeds- Actually it's not far off from happening really-

A presence from behind snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn around and, wow. "Woah- hey, uh, ok- you're tall.." You take a moment to stare, eye level to his chest but your heads tilting just a teeny bit downwards, aaaand you're done. "Um, please, step back?" You accidentally turn the hand holding the knife against him, but he doesn't flinch.

It's a little to be expected from his character, but it still kind of freaks you out in real life. You've cut through his shirt a little at the bottom, and you immediately startle. "Oh shit, I didn't cut you did I?" You wince, setting the knife down on a small table outside of your room housing tiny photographs. You want to check if there's a slice, even be it small, but you think it'd be a little awkward from a man you just met. Or him meeting you. Whatever.

"Oh, that's nothing. Are you worried about me dear?" He grabs hold of your hovering hands near his stomach, shocking you as you jolt. His hands engulf yours completely, and you can't help but blush at the sight. Hell, you've never even held hands with anyone.. Oh, your life is sad.

"Uh, yeah I guess but, hold on. Dear?" You cock your head, brows furrowing as you stare up at the smiling grey man. His opened mouth bares teeth with no malice, but you know there's something behind that smile. This is Peter we're talking about. "And, wait." You tug your hands away from his, which for a moment he doesn't let go, gripping you until you tug a little harder. "How the hell are you even here?"

He sets his hand on his chin, taps it for a moment as he thinks before shrugging. "You don't know?" You ask, shifting your feet. Ugh, you wanna sit but he's blocking the doorway.

He shakes his head. "Nope. All I remember is you leaving to get up and suddenly I'm being pushed up." Wait. What the hell did he just say.

"Sorry, let's rewind. You saw me getting up?" Your mouth remains open as you try and picture yourself looking down on your tablet. Fuck, did he see your double chin?? You've been working on that drawing all day, did he see everything?? You groan, folding your face in your hands as you feel your cheeks heat up. You could hear him chuckle.

"You look beautiful when you're concentrating." Oh, did not see that one coming. You've been complimented a few times sure, but mostly from your mom and the women in your family. You've almost never been told you were beautiful. From a guy. A really hot guy, in your eyes, just told you you were beautiful. Are beautiful. Aw man- you think your lady boners popping up.

"Y-yeah?" Oh, you swear to god woman- You take your hands away from your face, cocking your head slightly as you look up at him with furrowed brows. He grinned as he looked down at you, those baby blue eyes that shone brighter in the dark got wider as your cheeks felt warmer.

"Mhm." Nodding, he takes a step closer to you. Your face to his chest again as he opens his arms. Shakey with want, he grabs you in a large hug, bending down slightly to your own height as he wraps his arms around you. You jolt, chuckle nervously, but don't move. You wonder why he's hugging you, unable to see that same lewd expression of want fill his face from behind you.

"Oh darling, you're so soft- Being brought here is a miracle, now we can be together." He nuzzles into your neck, and you're sure you feel a drop of wetness on your back, but you shrug it off. Lifting your arms, you pat his back. Your hands run over the material of his vest, feeling the creases, the fabric, the warmth. It's astonishing, really, to be doing this right now. Maybe you're dreaming. Maybe the lack of sleep got to you and now you're hallucinating.

That must be it.

..

Ok, this hug is lasting forever. You drop your hands and start leaning away, trying to break this overbearing hug. His hands still grip your back and you wince. "Alright sticky hands, let's let go now-" You lean away again, but abruptly stop when 2 things happen. 1, your groin bumps against his, and 2, he lets out a soft moan.

Apparently, leaning your front portion away pushes out your lower half.

You squeal, shouting a slur of "Oh my gods!" and "Abhuhwyhfjisg" as you break away. You could probably run a god damn marathon from how fast your heart is racing right now, not to mention the other smaller heart down below. You want to scream at it to shut up, but you'd think talking to your own vagina may seem a bit weird.

Strands of hair fall over your flushed face as you look up at Peter, leaning against the doorframe with his head sloped down. His hands are clutching onto the wood of the door, knuckles popping out as he breathes heavily. A part of you feels bad for touching him.. But only like 25%.

The other 75% is going haywire. You knew he was alright, hell he's probably trying to contain himself right now. Oh god, what a pervert. A.. Super tall.. Psycho- pervert. Whose eyes are utterly gorgeous, who would kill anyone for even looking at you. Not to mention his absolute horse coc-

You know... You think to yourself. If this really is a dream, It can't be a hallucination since you could touch him and he can touch you. The only reasonable explanation is you either fell asleep at your desk or in your kitchen. If this really is a dream then, you can do whatever you want right?

"U-um, Peter?" You whisper, stepping closer to the seemingly hyperventilating man. He turns his head and looks down at you, cheeks red with- is he drooling.

"Hah, darling just give me a minute-" You bite your lip before deciding to go for it. You move and stand in front of him, staring up with determined eyes. His were wide with confusion, and excitement.

"Wanna go into my room? Like, on my bed or something?" You said with unblinking eyes. Oh Jesus fuck, you probably look like the psycho one here. His confused expression turned a 360 in an instant, glazing his eyelids down as that same game-like smirk plastered to his face.

"Was this your plan all along?" He breathed out, staring at you with a look that could make you scream, in a good way. You blushed, eyes betraying you as they fall and focus on the large bulge forming from his opened pants for just a second before diving back up.

"I-uh, don't know what you're talking about?" You start to nervous laugh, looking anywhere but his piercing eyes. He leans in close, so close that you started to feel his hot breath on your ear. You yelp and do the only thing you know how to do because you are a pansy.

You scurry past him and into your room. Now you don't even know why you did this, since there's literally NO ESCAPE in your room. Maybe you're just stupid. Maybe it's your subconscious mind telling you, "Hey, if you go in here, there's a 99.99% chance you'll get fucked. In a good way." (Or maybe it's just my lazy writing)

You stand at the edge of your bed as Peter slowly walks in after you, a big grin on his face. "Oh, I knew you were naughty darling, but didn't know you were this mean." Your mouth opens, cheeks flushing as your eyes trail him up and down.

"I- hey, ok woah, that- THIS is not what I meant." But it is appreciated. Damn your horny mind- You can't even move when he stands in front of you, smirking down as he confidently presses himself against you. Even more gibberish comes out of your mouth as he rolls his hips into you, all you can do is have your mouth open, hands on your cheeks as you stare at where you two meet.

"Careful, you might catch flies, or something bigger if you don't close your mouth." Should you slap him? If you did he'd probably like it, but a part of you also- really likes this. You'd be too shy, embarrassed, horrified to say it, but this shit is turning you on.

He keeps dry humping you, pressing into you as you start to feel a wet spot on your underwear. You let out a soft moan as he pushes against you, abruptly shocking both of you. Did that- Did that sound just come from you? Oh lord, just take me now-

He freezes, stopping his dry humping. You can feel him still move against you, albeit not his hips. "Oh, my god. Um, I'm so sorry uh-" Your mind is in scatters, what happened to that bitch who swung a knife? You've turned into a red, horny, blushing idiot in just a matter of like, 10 minutes. You're brought back to reality when a large, grey hand brings your un-looking face towards his.

His expression sends a spark of heat between your thighs. Is it hot in here or- Fuck it's literally just him. He's staring at you with that big grin of his, shark teeth and all. Baby blue eyes wide with want, it makes you shudder as he licks his lips. "Darling, you are making it incredibly difficult not to just throw you onto the bed and fuck you so hard that you won't be able to even stand~" Just his voice might get you pregnant at this point.

Oh- oh Jesus. Ok, what the hell are you supposed to do? How do you even think when you're being squished, stared at, and turned on by some tall, weirdly attractive, bald man?! You look down, gazing over that- you choke. You must be hallucinating because IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BIGGER.

"Dear?" His voice snaps you out of whatever trance his dick had on you. Shit, you have to do something. Say something! You look up, red face, eyes wide in thought. Ok, ok, girl you've got this. You so, totally, really fucking want this to happen. And you can do anything if you're in a dream right?

Sucking in a breath, you bring one shaky hand down towards his stomach. Your nimble fingers trace downwards, stopping just above his opened fly. You clutch his shirt and pull it closer to you in an effort to- well you weren't sure what the fuck you were doing. In his mind, you were more interested in playing with his shirt than doing the actual deed. "Then do it." You finally muster.

You look up and- Oh man the expressions on this guy. "What?" He asks, cocking his head as his hands that were stilled to his sides slowly move and wrap behind your back, supporting you as he leans in. His chest was now touching yours, and you see his face inching closer. You swallow.

"Do it. W-what you just said." You're thinking it takes a moment to process, as he's just standing there staring until he actually throws you onto the bed. His hands quickly snake under your butt as he lifts you, dropping your body onto your soft mattress. You gasp, but your mouth is soon covered by his own.

It's a bit awkward as he lifts himself onto the bed with his mouth still attached to yours, but the face you see as you part for air makes up for it. "Darling," He kisses you. "You have no idea," His lips trail down, leaving wet marks on your neck. "How badly I've wanted to do this from the moment I laid eyes on you." He punctures his want by, a little too rough, bite on your shoulder.

You bite your lip. "Ngh.." It's only a bit of pain, but you're a pussy to it anyways. Pressing your hands against his shirt, he suckles at the small wound before planting a kiss and pulling away. You look at him, mouth slightly open as you pant. You're hot, the rooms hot, he's hot. You think- oh my god is this when you take your clothes off.

..

Yeah well no shit sherlock.

... You weren't going to be the first one.

"Can you take your shirt off.. Like, first?" You nervously ask as his hands rub at your sides. Already looking down at you, his hungry gaze softens but does not dissipate.

"Of course, anything for you pretty." You blush at the nickname. Gods, he's got butterflies in your stomach and a cat clawing to get out of your shorts.

Sitting on his knees, you prop yourself up against the pillows behind you and watch as he removes his black vest first, tossing it onto the floor somewhere. You're memorized as he does so, watching intently as your hands unconsciously slide in between your lap. You can already feel the heat from your skin, your finger softly presses into the thin strand of shorts material covering your underwear. For a second you thought you pissed yourself a little, because how can anyone be this wet?

His eyes catch yours as he removes his shirt, trailing down when he catches sight of where your fingers sit. You instantly freeze in his stare, embarrassed you were seen touching yourself as he basically gave you a striptease. His fault, not yours.

Throwing his shirt away instantly, he slides himself over to you in a heartbeat before setting his large hands on your thighs. "My, darling.. You just can't wait, can you?" You nod softly, thoroughly entrapped by his entrapping voice. He smirks, rubbing your thighs before sliding one in between your lap, capturing your un-moving hand.

Not even giving you a chance to speak, or think, he brings your hand up and lifts it over your head. You've slid down further onto the bed now, head resting on the pillow as you look up at him with "Oh my god just fuck me now."

He leans down. You can feel his hot breath against your right ear. "You put up this shy, adorable act dear.. But I know how you really think. Inside, you want nothing more than for me to pound you into this bed, don't you? I've seen all your dirty glances, your face is practically an open book." He chuckles coming up, seeing your tomato face prep for the picking.

His other hand not holding up your own slides off from your thigh and makes its way downwards. You jolt as one of his fingers slowly glides over your clothed crotch. "Mhm-!" Your soft moan is cut off by him attacking your mouth. He slides his tongue in, capturing your own. You close your eyes as he starts sucking on your tongue as if it's his last meal. Sweet Jesus mother Mary, if you don't get something soon you think it'll be the end for you.

The fanart wasn't lying when they drew his tongue-

He pulls away after a few minutes of face sucking. You're both panting. His finger, which had just been settled onto the heat of your crotch began its pace, sliding up and down, pressing, teasing. You would have groaned if not for his words, "Now, let's give you what you want."

Two fingers slip between your shorts and underwear, making you gasp as they're coated in your arousal. It's embarrassing. It's weird. But, my god- Is it hot. A long finger enters you, it goes in fast and easy from how wet you are. You catch a flash of surprise in his face before that same, bedroom eyes and psycho smirk combo reign.

Another finger enters you, more slowly now. You breathe out as it slides inside. Your eyes have increasingly found interest in anything but him. In particular, his own eyes. They seem to iridescently glow in the dark room, giving off a soft hue of blue. How the hell is that even possible? No clue, but keep doing it because it's cool, cat man.

It's a bit awkward, not gonna lie, as he fingers you. It's slow, barely pleasurable in physical aspects, and whenever he slides his hand out, your underwear moves to do its job and cover your vag. But as you look down, his cheeks dusted with a soft, rose colour, smile wide enough to eat you whole, not like you wouldn't like that, and the way he's staring at you-!

You let out a soft moan to catch his attention, and it works. He brings his eyes up to yours, and through the rock in your throat, you manage a few words out of your blubbering mouth. "Can we, can you- or me, I don't know uh, take off my shirt? It's getting like, really hot." You let out a soft giggle and shut up.

His grin widens. "Of course darling." He practically purrs, removing his fingers from you as he brings them to his lips. You lean up just as he wraps his tongue around his glistening fingers, slurping up your fluids. Your mouth opens, watching in disbelief as he licks his fingers clean. A wave, a shiver of something shoots straight down. You already miss his attention, but his eyes have stayed on you the whole time.

Shifting closer to you, you lean in slightly as his hands touch your waist. "I love how soft you are, you're making me go crazy my love." He pushes his face into your stomach, breathing out a long, overjoyed sigh as he rests. You let out an awkward chuckle. You don't really know where to put your hands, seeing as you've never done this before. As soon as you decided to put them on his back, he lifted himself back up.

Startled, you quickly shove your hands to your sides, clutching into the blankets. You smile at him when he meets your face. He does the same. Caressing your sides, his fingers hitch underneath your shirt and quickly pull it off you. Hair falls over your face as he does so, and before you could push it away, he's already on it. Pushing the hair away from your face, he tucks several strands behind your eyes.

You're pretty sure you have a Charlie Brown smile, saying "Thank you." In a small voice. AH- why is this getting so cheesy.

His eyes fall from yours, giving your body a not-so-subtle look over. You let him with more confidence than earlier. Something inside you broke, you wanted him to look at you. And he, as he looked up and saw you with a small smirk, did so. His eyes grazed over you as if you were a turkey dinner, a bucket of ice cream, hell you get the appeal.

"You truly are irresistible.." He whispered, with a groan following after. You blushed, bringing your hands behind and unclipping your bra. Throwing it away, you puff out your chest as he stares. "You have no idea what you're doing right now, dear.." He leans in closer, and you slide down. He's hovering over you now, hands sliding up your sides before coming to a halt on your breasts.

His legs shift closer, and you abruptly feel himself start to grind against you as he fondles your tits. You let out soft moans, finally getting a bit of relief. "Ngh-!" You breathe out as he pinches your nipples. He chuckles before leaning down, kissing one of your abused nipples.

"So cute.." You hear him whisper. You let out a whine, it slips from your lips as he roughly grinded into you.

"Please, oh god, I can't take it anymore. Take off my pants!" You groan as he doesn't stop touching you.

"You're wearing shorts, dear."

"Take them offfff!" You whine louder. Squirming from under him, he hastily removes himself to fulfill your request. After all, he did say he'd do anything you want. You lift your butt up when he takes off your shorts, getting a little shy as he stares at the wet stain on your underwear, he takes that off even quicker. Well, cats out of the bag.

Naked as the day you were born, you shiver from the small breeze. Peter, in the midst of removing his own clothing in a haste, looks over at you just as he's taken off his pants. "Cold?" He mentions. You nod, swallowing thick saliva as you look at the tent of his boxers. He smirks, watching your eyes fall. "Let me warm you up then." You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the overused sentence but welcome him anyways as he slides off the rest of his clothes.

Your eyes are on drugs as he comes back on the bed. Looking everywhere. You look at his dick, standing up and at attention. At ease, soldier, your assignment is here. Your eyes glance to his chest, where a faded yet very visible scar of a carved heart sits above his own. The voice in the back of your mind faintly reminds you just how obsessive this man is, but the rose-coloured glasses are sewn to your face.

He settles in front of you, over you once more. His fingers tease your entrance, slipping 2 in once more. You move your hips around him, making him utter a low "Fuck.." He removes his fingers, grabbing hold of his strained cock. The fingers that were just inside you glide over his length, making him shiver. From the look on his face, it seemed as if he was already close.

Aligning himself with you, you shoot out your nervous hands and clutch his shoulders. He looks at you. You nod. "G-go, please. I really- need this, now."

"Anything." He murmurs before starting to push in. You've used toys before, some that even your friends have said, "What the hell, Y/n?" but feeling the real thing- You start to wince just as the tip finally enters you. He's going slow and you mentally thank him. Of course, he wouldn't hurt you, not unless you wanted it.

"You're amazing, you're doing so well, my love." He purrs, petting your cheek. You softly smile and lean into his touch. It feels so nice, and warm.

"H-heh, thanks." He feels you relax allowing him to slide in further. You clench your eyes shut, feeling him stretch you. It's an awkward feeling, but the more you un-tense and breathe, it's starting to feel better.

A few minutes pass, and with several compliments, touches, and relaxation, he's finally inside fully. You breathe out, eyes wide as you look at your belly. His hands are touching where you're staring, a small bump. Just how big is he??

"G-god, darling, oh dear, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now." As he's talking, he slowly pulls out. You let out a sound, a mix between a whine and a groan. His hands plant themselves on the bed beside your hips. Digging his knees into the bedding, he pushes his hips back towards you, sliding himself inside faster.

He lets out a choked sound, clenching his teeth as you moan. "Agh!"

"How does it feel, love? Am I filling you up good?" He slides out, and before you can answer he's already pushing himself back inside. He doesn't need an oral answer to know he is. The way you're clenching around him whenever he enters, his cock pressing up against your walls. He slides in further than you thought possible from a human. Hell, is this guy even one?

"Oh fuck!" You moan out, biting your lip as he thrusts into you. A chuckle slides from his lips as he quickens his pace.

"I'm going to fill you up darling. Fill you with my love, and you're going to take, all, of, it." He growls, puncturing his words with each thrust of his hips. You nod, looking towards him as you breathe heavily.

It feels so good, better than you've imagined. He slides out quicker, painless than before. The pleasure is hitting you like a rock, from how long you've held up until now. He hovers over you as he pounds you into the bed, the old wood creaking as he moves.

The only light that shines is that of your monitors and the strangely hypnotic hue from his eyes. Blue shines brightly from those baby blues, allowing you to see the way his face glosses over with excitement. The way you're under him, begging for him, allowing him to take you, to fill you.

Peter groans, widely rearing his hips back before plunging into you. It's a quick sequence of motions, repeated until both of you are reaching your end. You know how it feels to cum from clitoral stimulation, never really having any luck with the dildos you've bought. But this time, your orgasm is catching up to you quickly.

It's a wave of hotness that washes over you, you're choking on nothing as you squeal out incoherent words. You feel yourself clench around him just as he slides back inside, making him release a low groan followed by a raspy, "Fuck- Dear!"

Your eyes go white for a second, followed by a feeling of bliss. And more warmth. You pant, not even needing to look down as you feel yourself become flooded by heat. Peter's doubled over, heaving as he tries to catch his breath as he cums inside of you. It's a couple of seconds before it looks like he's come down to earth, before pulling out from you slowly.

Sticky is the only word you can describe it. As you've relaxed, you feel the warm come slowly leak out from you. He watches it, with red face and no shame, as his cum falls from your hole. You blush, having the urge to hide, but knowing him he'd move your hands faster than you could cover-up.

"Cmere." You throw your arms out towards him. It's a little chilly in your room, and you're in no mood to clean everything up. Hell, it's most likely almost 6 in the morning, that's why you're so sleepy.

Peter smiles at you, a surprisingly nervous one on his face as he shuffles over and falls by your side. You pull the blankets over the two of you as he wraps an arm around your waist. You scoot closer, setting your head against his chest as you sigh and close your eyes.

"Mhm.. You're warm." You speak, making him lean more into you.

"I love you, darling." You hear him comment, but you're already drifting asleep.

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OH OH CAN YOU WRITE BRUNO SMUT WHEN THE READER AND HIM JUST GOT MARRIED AND THE FIRST NIGHT ITS THE READER FIRST TIME OR ITS THEIR BOTH FIRST TIME FUCK i’m sorry for writing in all caps i’m just HHHHHH

Hopefully I lived up to you.

A squeal escapes you. Sat alone in a room, wearing bright white attire. A set of jewels encase your neck, as a small ring clings to your finger. You'd just gotten married, to your best friend, the man of your dreams.

You met Bruno when you were a child, along with the other Madrigal kids. You'd gotten close to the two girls, but you and Bruno just sort of clicked. You'd spend hours with him, scavenging around in the forest, swimming, playing in the sand of his room.

As you grew older, you denied the feelings of yearning for the Madrigal, instead trying to date other suitors from the village. Every one ended with heartbreak, and who was there to comfort you when you came crying? Bruno.

You knew how cliche this sounded, reading many scenarios in books of this sort. But how could you not fall for him? You've been friends from diapers, and now you're 29 and single. You never knew it Bruno felt it too if he could sense your childhood crush on him.

He would never say anything when you came crying, for whatever reason be it an ex or something minor. He'd welcome you into his room, and after climbing the long-ass stairs that dried your tears and instead replaced sadness with annoyance for a minor time, he'd sit down with you and just.. Be there.

Several rats swarmed his room, and he often picked one up and placed them on your lap. In his attempt to make you feel better, you'd pet the rat as you accounted for whatever happened. These were the times it was the most peaceful in your life, sitting and talking in his room.

It was in one of those times, bawling to your heart's content over another misfortunate breakup where he decided to speak up. Bruno had been rubbing your back, whispering short 'You'll be oks' when he made a comment on the boy.

"He wasn't good enough for you anyways." His mumble was soft, but you heard it. You had turned to look at him, your cheeks red and wet with tears.

"Huh?" Your soft voice slipped out as he stopped rubbing your back. Startled, as if he didn't think you'd hear him, backtracked.

"O-oh well, I mean, I don't think he was right for you anyways and you should be with someone better." He backed away, sliding his butt over to the side from the bed you both sit. You let out an exhausted laugh, lifting your arms to your cheeks as you wipe them.

"And who would that be? No one in the village likes me for me, all they want to do is get into my pants." You spoke with a soft sigh, lips trembling again as you remember what had just happened. The boy had tried to touch your chest, and when you said no he got angry. He yelled hurtful words before storming out of your house.

Bruno looked away, his cheeks darkening slightly. "I like you." You looked up, turning your head to face the back of his.

"What?" You pulled on his shoulder, trying to get him to look at you. "Bruno, what did you say?" Your emotions were so mixed, excitement and sadness both shook you as you couldn't decide whether to smile or cry.

He had yet to turn, but he said it again. "I like you.." You blinked. After all this time, he felt the same? He liked you? You wiped your eyes, inhaling with a shaky breath. With your silence, he slowly turned around, jolting a little as he took in the sight of you. You leaned in close, noses almost touching as you smile softly.

"I like you too."

And boom, the two of you started dating. It was wonderful, really. You dated for a few months, and on your 30th birthday, you got the best gift of all. A ring. The wedding was a quick one, your family and the other Madrigals came. You didn't want it that big, and neither did Bruno.

Julieta, Agustin, baby Isabela and Dolores, Pepa and her husband Felix. Of course, Alma was there. She was ecstatic to see her son, who had no prior relationship experience get to marry someone he truly liked.

You were waiting for him now. He had gone out when Alma called for him. You wondered what it was for as you inhale deeply. You're in the midst of wiping your dress of any wrinkles or creasing when he enters the room.

Bruno walks in, carrying a plate of food. "Hey." He mumbles, setting the plate down on a table before pointing to the spot beside you, silently asking. You nodded, obviously, you wanted to be close to him.

"Hey." Looking towards the food, you notice an array of fruits. Pomegranates, strawberries, bananas. You knew what those types of foods meant. You grinned.

Folding your hands together, Bruno sat down next to you. He coughed before talking. "Uhm, mi mama made Julieta make this for us. If you'd like some.." He leaned forward, grabbing the plate before gesturing it to you. You smiled, taking the plate in your own hands, setting it on your lap.

"Thank you." Grabbing a strawberry, you popped it into your mouth. You couldn't lie, you loved these red suckers. "Mm.. Want one?" You picked up a strawberry, holding it out towards him. His lips lifted as he looked at you, moving his hand up to take it. You smirked, swiping it back before pressing it into his opened mouth.

You licked your fingers from the red juices, all the while staring at him with a glint in your eyes as he ate. "Bruno.." You whisper, sliding closer to him. You pressed a hand against his chest as he swallows, his adams apple bobbing at the motion. "Did I tell you out there how handsome you look in a suit?" You rub your hands against his chest, sliding it up towards his neck.

His eyes widen, looking from your wandering hands to your flushed face. "You look as beautiful as ever, mi amor." He smiles as your hands touch his cheeks, leaning into your palm. You lean in as he closes his eyes, taking his lips within yours. All of your muscles are refraining from crashing onto him, you keep the kiss soft.

He really did look good in a suit. His sisters had tied up his unlawfully curly hair, which made you almost faint at seeing it for the first time. You honestly wanted him to keep it up. His face was clean of any stray hairs from his stubble, spick and span. His suit was black, with a green flower on his chest.

Moving your lips with his, your hands end up on his shoulders. "May I?"  A bit of an uncomfortable position for your hips, so you break away and slip your leg over his lap. He looks a bit surprised, with such forward nature, but welcomes you into his lap by placing his large hands over your waist.

"Of course." Pushing your face back towards him, he tilts his head as you catch his lips once more. You move in sync, slipping your hands lower as you place them against his clothed chest. You softly grind into him as you make out, feeling him jolt at first, but then moan into the kiss as you feel him grow from beneath you.

"Mi querido, I might not be able to hold back tonight." You break away with a breathless pant, mouth opened as you take in quick breaths. His hands pull you closer, your back arching as your chest presses up against his.

"Then don't." He whispers. That's all you need. Shoving him down onto the bed, you kiss him again, roughly. Sliding your mouth open, you swipe your tongue across his closed lips. He opens, and your tongue enters his mouth.

You lay on top of him, his back pressed into the mattress as you rub your crotch into his. A growing bulge is obvious as it pokes against black slacks. You're growing hotter and hotter from each growing moment, and the copious amount of cloth surrounding your body. You break away from the kiss, although not wanting to, you do want to get out of your clothing.

"Take off your pants mi amor, and everything else. I want to see you." You whisper, leaning down to his ear before sliding off his lap. He nods, face flushed with a hint of eagerness as he sits up. Quickly, his hands fumbled for the belt. You stand in front and watch in amusement, sliding the straps of the dress off of your shoulders.

"I've been wanting this for quite a while, my sweet, innocent Bruno." You coo, sliding your finger under his chin, lifting up his face. He breaks concentration, in the midst of sliding off his pants as his dark, green eyes glaze over you. Your dress had fallen off, now left in only undergarments.

He swallows. "I have too." You smile, taking your hand away from his chin.

"The shirt too, please." You take a step back, watching as he quickly complied with your words. Now, like you, he was left in only his underwear. "You look so good." Your voice lowers as you come towards him. Sliding a hand over his bare chest, you softly press down, signalling to lie down.

As he lays on his back, you've climbed back over him and onto his lap. As you softly grind into him, he speaks up. "I like it like this." It was soft, and you looked down at him with a small smile.

"Like what?" You trail a hand from his chest to his cheek, in which he leans into you.

"You above me, taking control." He says sheepishly, burying his face in your hand. You take a second, before giggling. Rubbing his cheek, you pull your hand away before placing it on his happy trail.

"You're so cute." Sliding your hand down, placing it on top of his growing erection, you start rubbing. Your action earns a deep groan, jolting you slightly as it was the first time you've heard him like this. Eagerness had a hold on you, pulling his underwear off and throwing it onto the floor.

You gaze in amazement at the sight before you. "You've been keeping all this to yourself? That's pretty naughty, mi amor." You chuckle as you watch him fumble, looking down at you with a very flushed face.

"I- well," His stutters are cut short when you gently grab onto him. It wasn't the first time you've done this, but it was with Bruno, so you decided to take it slow.

"You've touched yourself before, right? Tell me, have you ever masturbated and thought about me?" Rubbing him, you watch as the bright pink tip turns an angry red, glistening itself in pre-cum. You smirk as you hear him let out a shaky moan, trying to answer you.

"Ng- Maybe, a few times. You're always in my head." You shiver as you listen. Images fill your head of him alone in his room, panting over a bed with his hand on his cock, crying out your name as he cums.

"Oh Bruno, you always have had a way with words. Even at a time like this." You start pumping him faster. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. "Do you want me to take you in your mouth? Would you like that?"

He whines, bucking his hips softly. "U-uh, si, si, please-" Removing your hand, you cut him off as you open your mouth wide, taking him inside. Releasing a low groan, his hand swoops down and tangles within your hair, but you're too preoccupied to care.

Your tongue slides along his shaft as you suck him. Slurping, sucking, you try and swallow him down. His tip hits the back of your throat and you refuse to cough. Resting there for a few seconds, you pop off with a gasp, trying to regain the breaths you were denied. Using your hand, you pump him before you're ready again.

He groans loudly as you take him back inside again. You slide him in and out of your mouth, using your tongue to stroke his length. A few minutes pass, and when you're jaw feels like dislocating he grips your hair hard. Thighs clenching, he yells out a wobbly moan of your name as he releases inside your mouth.

You almost cough at the speed of it but choke it back. Swallowing his cum, you wait until he lets go of your hair before pulling back. You lick your lips, swallowing with a shiver of disgust before looking at him with a smile. "How was it?" You lay next to him, drawing small circles over his stomach as he catches his breath.

"Amazing, oh dear, te quiero, te quiero." He turns to the side, pecking your cheeks with lazy kisses. You giggle from this, kissing him back. Sliding your hand down, you grab hold of his soft cock. Softly stroking, you grin as it starts getting hard again.

"How about a round 2?" You whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe before letting go with a laugh. He bites his lip, gently nodding as he trails his eyes downwards from your eyes. You look down and smirk. Leaning up, you remove your bra, and for time sake, your underwear as well.

You hop over his lap once more, straddling his hips as you lean down, arching your back. "You can touch." You grab his hand and lift it towards your chest, effectively placing his hand over top your breast. He takes a moment, but as your hand falls, he lifts his other one.

With both his hands on your chest, he begins rubbing circles onto the fat. His thumbs flick over your nipples, hardening from his touch as you let out a soft moan. You want him to play with you, but from the positioning right now, you'll have to move back if you want any real pleasure tonight.

Leaning back, his hands fall from your chest with a pout, which you giggle at. This is the part, it's finally happening. You're giddy with excitement as you slide back, just in front of his length. Grabbing ahold, you pump a few times as you feel him harden under your touch. "Are you ready, mi amor?"

He holds a thumb up, already lost with your stroking. You lift yourself, hovering over before positioning him over your entrance. You slowly slide down. Your mouth opens as you take him in, his tip slides in fine, it's the rest that you stop at for seconds at a time.

You adjust to him fairly quickly, only taking a few seconds before taking more of him inside your walls. You feel him stretch you so well, the pain is a pleasure to you as you bite your lip. You want him fully inside, all the way, feeling you so deep.

Once he's fully inside, you both let out a sigh. Sitting, his hands move from just resting on the side to the top of your thighs, squeezing the fat softly. You place your hands on his chest, supporting yourself for when you slide up. Legs digging into the mattress, you use them to slide up.

Sinking back down, you let out a strangled moan at the insane pleasure. "Ugh- You're really, filling me up, huh?" You pant out, lifting yourself once more.

"Y-you feel so, so good, mi amor." He squeezes your thighs harder, licking his lips as he leans up, staring at you. You smile, continuing your actions. Heavy moans filled the room as heat seeped in. A squelching sound was heard from both parties, adding to the arousal of the mood.

"You're so hot like this, I love having you inside me. You're so b-big, mi querido." You throw your head back, bouncing hard on his dick as he clenches his teeth. "Te quiero, I love you so much, o-oh please!" You're getting desperate, seeking your own climax. You knew it was coming soon, approaching faster by how you're moving, from where his hands were, and the sounds of his moans that filled your ears.

"Mi amor, oh Y/n, I'm c-" He cries out, knuckles turning white as his fingers dig into your thighs. Hot white releases inside of you. Leaning up, his arms wrap around your waist and bury you into his cock. You bring a hand down in the heat of it all, so close to reaching your orgasm. A few quick flicks to your clit and you're shaking above him, clenching down around him.

"O-ohh.." You heave out, the pair of you gasping for air as he falls backwards onto the bed, releasing his hold on your hips. You shimmy down once more, mixing around him before slowly sliding off. Liquid slowly seeps from between your thighs as you get up and roll to the side.

Facing your husband, you start to grin as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"What?" You giggle as he stares.

"You're so pretty."

"Gah, stop." You push him away playfully. He grins, instead wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. You hum, closing your eyes as you lean in.

[ziee]

In the midst of writing and Mitski comes on. 

[ziee]

Headcannon

If my parents saw what I write...

[ziee]

I feel like you hate me but I wanna let ya know that I love love love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I DON'T HATE ANYONE??? Bbg why think that 😩😩😩

[ziee]

Stick pretzel

I stg these the best thing on earth. The holy grail ong. Got my ice cold water and these bad boys? My fingers are gonna hurt by how FAST I’m writing rn

[ziee]

Good boy

Male reader ;)

You knocked quickly on the glowing door, a wide smile plastered to your face. The door opens slowly, and lo and behind, the head you adored peeks out. "Y/n?" Bruno says, opening the door wide enough to let you through.

"Bruno! I missed you so much." The second you stood beside him you threw your arms over his shoulders, embracing in a hug. He chuckles and hugs back softly. You pull away as he shuts the door.

"I thought you were going to be gone for 5 days?" He says as you make your way towards the 2 arm chest resting by the corner. You waved your hand, gesturing for him to come over. He does, moving towards you quickly. You smile, he looks like a puppy.

"That was before, plus, I missed you so much." You cup his cheek, watching as his eyes widen. A twitchy smile forms once you place a kiss upon him. Leaning away, you move to sit down as he stands there, hand to his red cheek.

Bruno looks over at you after a couple of seconds, hands fidgety. "I missed you too." About to sit down, you stop him when you lift your arm. Silently gesturing him over, you place a hand on his leg, running it up and down the fabric as you look up and grin.

"Why don't you show me how much then?" Spreading your legs, you grin as your boyfriend stares in awe. He licks his lips before awkwardly lifting his legs over yours, straddling your lap. You hold his hips, moving in small circles from over you.

You can feel your growing, already a little antsy from being away for so long. At least, 4 days is long for you. One hand slips away from his waist, instead rubbing onto his bundled crotch. He gasps from above you. You tilt your head with a large grin forming, rubbing faster.

"O-oh.." He mumbles, clutching onto the armchairs as he moves his hips faster against you. You like when he takes control, begging for pleasure, but you like it more when he's desperate. Stopping his hips, you slid him off of you as you make your way to unbuckle your belt. Your eyes swoop up, seeing him standing as he looks to your pants.

Eager.. "Do you want this? Do you want to suck my cock?" You pull your pants off, throwing them on the floor. You tease the two of you, hooking your finger underneath the elastic band of underwear, pulling it shortly down, just enough to see the skin-coloured cock. "You're gonna choke it down like a good boy, aren't you?" You purr, leaning forward as you grip his hand, pulling it towards your groin.

You don't place it down until he says yes. Bruno nods, with no hesitation which you love. Dropping his hand on top of you, you refuse to jolt when he slides his hand down. Pulling your underwear down slowly, you almost laugh when your dick almost slaps him in the face. Biting your lip, you feel his hot breath on your sensitive tip as he rubs his cheek along you.

"Just gonna stare baby?" You buck your hips softly. He looks up at you with a gaze so intense you shiver from under it. You love it when he looked like this. Half-lidded eyes, the dark green you just adored staring at you like you're the sole person in the world. You felt your dick twitch from the thought.

Finally, he sets his hand along you. Pumping you slowly, you clench your teeth together as he touches you. You let out a soft moan as he swirls one of his fingers over your wet tip. He leans up, and before you know it your in his mouth. His hot, wet, mouth. Oh jeez, if you came right here you'd be so embarrassed. Your hand flew to your forehead, a shakey smirk on your lips as you watch him bob his head.

"Oh yes, that's right mi amor. Just like that..~" He whimpered as he sucked harder. Your hand grabbed your hair, the other reaching down to ruffle through his. A freehand came below, softly massaging your balls. Oh, shit- You twirled your fingers through the black curls before pulling him away from you, popping off your cock.

"I'm sorry but if you kept doing that I would have come, and I don't want our reunion to be a short one." Releasing his hair, your hand trailed his jaw before letting go. His mouth was opened slightly, drool covered around his lips as you blushed at the sight.

"I did well?" He mumbled, standing up from his kneeling position. You chuckled, nodding your head.

"You did amazing, such a good boy. Now, why don't I make you feel good?" He nodded as you smiled, softly touching your sensitive dick. "Strip, everything." He started with his green poncho, the one he always wore and most of the time stayed on during sex. Next was his shirt, quickly throwing it off.

You started pumping as he unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor as you take in the sight of the large bump from his underwear. God, you loved this. The sight of him was so pretty, like a model. Sliding off his underwear slowly, he made sure to look directly at you as he did so.

"Mmm.." You moaned as you stroked yourself, slowing down as he neared closer towards you. "Hop on up, mi amor." You pat your leg, raising your hands as you stop touching yourself. Bruno climbs back up, a growing warmth growing lower from the both of you.

Placing your hands on his bare waist, you slowly stroke up and down his skin. Pretty skin, littered with scars and scratches, pretty. "You have such pretty skin, did you know that?" You trace a large scar, one he said he'd gotten from scratching himself on a jagged piece of wood from the walls. You tsked, stretching your arms up to cup his cheeks. "My beautiful boy."

You saw his nostrils flare, eyes glistening. You smile, wiping his eyes. "Te quiero." He rubs his face into your hands, a small smile entering his face.

"Yo también te amo." He whispers, looking down at you. Lifting himself up, he sets a hand on the lower part of your cock, positioning it right just as he sinks down. He sinks down fast, making you groan deeply. Oh, how you missed this feeling.

You weren't going to last long, and by the looks of it, him as well. He bounced up and down, so fast that you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes back. Your hands dug into his waist, arms moving as he slid up. A shlick sound was heard from below from your form.

His insides were squeezing you so good, oh god.. "You feel so good, mi amor. My pretty, boy." Bruno whimpered from your words.

"P-please-" He whined, starting to slow down from the exercise. Oho, no you don't. Sliding your body down a little, your knees arched as you grip his body. Pumping into him fast, he started belting lines of, "Oh gosh!", "Please!", "More, more!" Which you happily gave him.

You moaned along with him, slapping your body against him. From the warmth to the sounds, to the look in his eyes when you caught it for just a moment, you couldn't take it anymore. Clenching down on your teeth, the hands around his waist pull him down as you release into him. Relief filled you as hot cum pumped from your tip into his hole, shivering in delight.

His cock twitched, one of his hands swinging down to stroke it before it bursts. Strings of cum hit your chest, but you don't mind. You'll wash your shirt later. "Ahh, good boy." You rub him into you, moving his hips in small circles as you empty the last bit inside.

He slides off from you, but stays on your lap. Cool air hits you before he falls against your chest. You chuckle, stroking the top of his head as he smiles against you. You should clean up and get to bed, but you'll stay here just for a bit.

[ziee]

SUN&MOON

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36210943/chapters/91004731

Hey, I’m a slut for self-promotion. Anyways, chapter 5 is out with slight nsfw at the end ;) Next chapter is gonna be sssssmuuuuuttttt

[ziee]

Fluff Prompts (With rat man)

I haven't written in a while and wasn't really feeling sex scenes rn. Scrolling through TikTok and saw a video on reverse-icks, which conjured this.

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Walking in the rain together and KISS.

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You jolted feeling a drop hit your bare skin. "Oh-" You looked up. Grey clouds were moving in fast. "I think it's gonna rain." You looked beside you, seeing Bruno look at the sky.

"Guess Pepa's in one of her moods today." He smiled as you giggled, playfully slapping his arm in the process.

"Don't tease your sister, Bruno." You stand up from the grassy spot. "But we probably should get home. I don't want to get wet." He stands up with you, wrapping his hand in yours. Humming as you both start walking up the hill, your eyes widen as it suddenly starts to downpour.

So quickly? Gosh, Pepa. "Ahgk! Run, run!" You squeal, pulling on his hand as you quicken your pace. He speeds up, just reaching the top of the hill before returning to his normal pace. You try and pull on his hand to start running towards la casita, but when you look back he's smiling smuggly.

"Bruno!" You scream at him. You weren't seriously mad, because hell you were already soaked by now. "Come on, I wanna go home." You flop his arm as he laughs.

"We'll get there, mi amor." He drags you to him, pulling you just close enough to his chest as he bends his head down. "But do you know how pretty you look right now?" Your cheeks heat up. The way he's looking at you right now.. It's so filled with love.

His eyes are softened, the doe eyes you love so much are a dark green underneath the rising moon. Glowing in the rain.

His lips bring you close, and you're kissing as droplets of water roll off the both of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It seems to last forever, and you can't help but pout when he pulls away.

He smirks before pulling away, grabbing your hand back in his before continuing the path to la casita.

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Tying his tie

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"Darling?" A soft, meek voice called out. His hands knocked on your opened door, and you turned around with wide eyes.

"Bruno! You know we can't see each other yet." Your white gown showed proof of that statement. He smiled awkwardly, one that you loved as he came into the room.

"I know, I know, lo siento. But, I can't seem to get this.." He gestured to the tie he currently held. Wrapped around the back of his neck but hang loosely around the sides. You sighed, shaking your head as you stepped away from the mirror. Your silly beloved.

Taking the ends of the tie, you carefully start the process of tying it around the fidging man. It was silent until he spoke. "You look.." It was as if he couldn't find the right words. You stopped for a moment, leaning back to look at his face with a slight smirk to your face. "So beautiful."

His hand reached up to trace your face, and your eyelashes fluttered, threatening your eyes to close and relax into his palm. "Thank you, mi amor. You look dashing." You finished his tie and leaned back. "And ravishing."

You laughed at his face, stumped and staring at you as he processed the words. His eyes showed what his mouth could not say. You refused the urge to kiss his blank face, instead, pushing him out of the room. "Go! Before anyone sees." You smooth out your dress before looking back up.

"I'll be waiting for you." You smile before shutting the door. You were gonna kiss him so hard.

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Passionate over rats >:)

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You were sat on the mysterious' man's bed as he chased several rats around the room. You had known him for a few months, and the topic of animals came up. You told him that you did, in fact, have a pet, a rat to be precise at your house, and he went nuts.

Well, not 'nuts' to say, just really excited. You were smiling all the way through the trip to the casita, where he basically tugged your hand up the steps of his room. Your cheeks started to hurt from the full 43 muscles smiling takes from you.

"Aha! Cmere you." He scooped up a brown rat that squeaked in his hold. Holding it towards you, he smiled as he talked. "This one's Isa, she's very picky on what she eats but loves to cuddle with the pack." You pet her little head as her nose moved, sniffing you before Bruno set her down.

"You have a lot of rats Bruno." You laughed as he stood up from his kneeling position. He nodded, an awkward laugh escaping as he picked up another.

"They like me. I guess, anyway this one's Brie. She came to me with a broken leg, poor thing, and I did my best to help her. She has a little bit of an attitude, but she's coming out of her shell. She's such a cute little thing too, yes?" He cooed and scratched the white rat's head, smiling softly at her.

It was kind of cute seeing him talk so much about rats. He really does love them. Setting her down, he turned and seemed a little shocked that you were just staring. "Oh, was I talking too much? Sorry- Heh."

Your brows furrowed, immediately waving your hands in front of your chest. "Oh no, no, no! It's fine, listening to you talk. I think it's rather soothing too. Your voice, I mean- Oh god." You set a hand on your cheek, rising in temperature as he stared, wide-eyed.

Several rats crowded around his feet as he shuffles, scratching his neck. "Thank you.." He sends an awkward smile your way, and you return it.

[ziee]

Gorl

I want a gf so bad >:(