#not being allowed to try on clothes in stores but she's just by herself

[breha]

i'm reading crescent city girls: the lives of young black women in segregated new orleans by lakisha michelle simmons and one detail in it is about how although the french quarter during the first half of the twentieth century was overwhelmingly white, a black order of nuns owned a building there, at what's currently the site of the bourbon orleans hotel, from 1881 to 1965. they lived there and ran an orphanage and a school for girls (the order and the school still exist, just in a different neighborhood). i think it's an affecting image that 1132 royale street was so close (a 7-minute walk, just down the street and around the corner) to a high school claudia was pointedly not attending. she probably walked by the building hundreds of times, at night when it was shuttered and quiet. she walked by it when she was 14, 15, 16, 17, just like the girls who studied there, but she was fundamentally separated from them forever. she could go there, even slip into the classrooms or the dormitory where the nuns slept, but she could never get there, across the veil to the place it was during the day. and at first she didn't really grasp what any of this meant because it was novel, even a little exciting, it made her feel special – "i've gotta go to bed when the rest of the world wakes up, so there's less kids to play with..." – but you know it sank in eventually. as the students moved from grade to grade, graduated, grew up, and were replaced by new girls, claudia stayed the same. her and the building, its balconies, its arched windows, the cross against the night sky, unchanging. singular. forever. fuck!!!!!!!!

[simpforboys]

daddy’s money

rafe cameron x fem!pogue!reader

summary: rafe overhears someone being rude to you at your job. it doesn’t end well for either of you, but rafe tries to make up for it.

warnings: arguing, violence (a punch is thrown), protective!rafe, sugar daddy!rafe (?!??), fluff, reader can speak spanish (but race or anything isn't described), not proof read

these are based on my personal experiences (love working retail), just minus the punching

the ring of the bell made your ears perk up as you folded clothes.

you began working at amor, a popular clothing shop for kooks of all ages about a year ago. why they hired you, a pogue, was beyond you, but nonetheless you appreciated it.

especially since your manager, kat, loved you, as she came from rags and rising to riches.

you loved your job, being able to wear casual dresses and clothes, as half the store was beachy clothes and the other half was fancier.

“is that y/n l/n?”

you turned your head to see rafe cameron, kook prince. you hadn’t seen him in awhile, his hair now buzzed as he walked with the same prideful look.

you grinned, putting the shirt you were folding onto the table before hugging the tall man.

you and rafe had a thing, as one day he came into the shop you two immediately hit it off.

“did you find everything okay?” you asked, trying not to stare at the attractive man in front of you.

you scanned the shorts and polo shirts he was buying, noticing him smiling down at you. his hair was pushed back with a baseball cap on his head.

“i did now,” he said slyly.

“oh yeah?” you grinned, taking the security tags off the clothes. a heat rose to your cheeks as you bagged his items.

“didn’t realize they had pretty girls working here, y/n.” the man read your name tag.

“i wouldn't say that..." you trailed off, not knowing the man's name.

"rafe, rafe cameron." a cameron, huh? it had shocked you, really. the camerons were all over the news and basically ran figure eight.

"your total is going to be $259.73." you couldn't help but peek as he pulled out his wallet, his gold card practically dissing you as he put it in the pinpad.

you handed him his receipt, feeling electricity as you two accidentally brushed hands. he smiled down at you, grabbing his bag.

"i'll see you around, y/n."

"have a good day, rafe."

you watched as he exited the building, but quickly turned around after he paused. you furrowed your brows as he walked back up to the register.

"can i take you out?"

the rest of the story turned around, but you still kept in touch with rafe until he was on the ship with his father. he never texted or called you back after that.

"thanks for answering me." you said sarcastically, trying to hide your beaming smile. even though you hadn't heard from him, you still missed talking and being around him.

"sorry, mama. things got tough."

rafe's eyes wandered your body. from the way your hair was styled, your shorts that displayed your pretty legs, cropped tank top that showed some cleavage with a hawaiian shirt over it to make it seem a bit more modest, although failing to do so.

"i bet, being a cameron isn't so easy, huh?" you teased, continuing to fold the shirts you had previously ditched.

rafe didn't get to respond before kat came over, cutting off your conversation. "y/n, hay un cliente (there is a customer)."

kat was a very strong person. her family had come from mexico in search of a new life, and kat had quickly picked up the pace as she was able to open up amor. the store allowed her family to move from the cut to figure eight. she was around 5'6, brown hair that looked black in some lighting, with a mole next to her top lip that just added to herself, in a weird way.

"lo veo (i see him)." working at amor, you quickly picked up on spanish (unless you already speak it). kat eyed rafe, before nodding at him and heading back to the fitting room.

"did you find everything okay?" you questioned the man. he was around 40, dressed in a collared shirt with jeans to match. he had a rolex on his wrist, displaying his wealth.

rafe had moved to look at some of the mannequins, staying close by.

the man didn't respond, scrolling on his phone. you pursed your lips together, biting back your tongue as you continued to scan his items. his body language seemed defensive as he stood away from you.

"i like your-"

unfortunately, working customer service you had some rude customers from time to time, especially being a pogue in kook territory.

"just zip it pogue and bag my clothes. and don't try anything suspicious, either."

you were taken aback by his comment.

"don't talk to her like that." rafe had appeared next to the register, his nostrils flaring as his normal blue eyes turned dark. his pupils were blown wide as he stared at the man like he was going to kill him.

"and who are you?" the man scoffed.

"she's just doing her job, dickhead."

"if she was just doing her job, she wouldn't be tryna talk to me. now, who are you? do you even work here?" the man eyed rafe angrily, trying to appear more dominate but ultimately failed. rafe was taller and seemed to be much stronger.

"rafe-" you tried.

"rafe cameron, is that right?" the man suddenly smirked, sizing rafe up.

"i should've known. all camerons are dicks, especially your father."

you saw how rafe clenched his fist, the veins in his hand looking like they were on the verge of exploding.

"but i never expected a cameron to be protecting a pogue, or less a whore."

you gasped as rafe's knuckles made contact with the man's cheek, a cracking sound that could be heard around the store.

"rafe!" you shouted as he shook his hand, trying to not beat the man to unconsciousness.

rafe saw red as he grabbed the man by his collar, dragging him out of the store. "never fucking come back, got that?"

the man, now with a bruised cheek that appeared to have a broken bone, quickly walked off. rafe spit on the floor, walking back into the store.

kat had come running over, the noise causing her to be alerted.

"y/n, what the hell was that?" she asked, her voice thick with an accent as she was fuming.

"he was being-"

"we have a no violence policy. i told you to stay away from that cabrón (asshole)." kat swore.

"kat-" the woman wasn't letting you finish.

"you know i love you, kid. but that was unacceptable."

your lip trembled as your heart sank. you knew what her next words were going to be.

"you're fired, and i want rafe out of the store permanently."

rafe watched the scene, opening his mouth to speak but quickly stopped himself. a tear ran down your cheek as you wiped it away.

"who needs this stupid job away," you mumbled. you grabbed rafe's bicep, guiding him out of the store.

once outside, you let go of him and slightly pushed him backwards. rafe stared at you in shock, his knuckles throbbing in pain.

"what was that for?"

"you got me fired, asshole!"

"you just let dickheads speak to you like that?" rafe asked, an appalled tone in his voice as his mouth slightly hung open.

"yes! i need money, i don't care what gross rich men say."

the north carolina heat radiated off of you two, seagulls squawking as they flew above.

"y/n-" he went to grab your hands but you pulled away.

"i don't have daddy's money to support me, rafe. you just cost me my entire income and home."

your words were harsh as you stared directly into his eyes, a flame ignited in you that he lit.

"listen, okay. i can take care of you."

rafe was trying to remain calm, not wanting to scare you away from him if he raised his voice too much.

"oh, yeah? how?"

"c'mon." rafe took you down to where barry was sitting in rafe's car. the man got out as he saw you and rafe approach, the tension thick.

"long time, y/n." barry nodded his head at you, which you pursed your lips in response and watched as rafe popped the trunk.

inside were cases as rafe opened one, shiny gold beaming off the sun to peek at you. your stomach dropped, looking between rafe and barry who had huge smirks on their faces.

"how did you-"

rafe carefully handed you a piece of gold, watching as you inspected it.

"each one is worth at least 20 grand. we're set for life with these, baby."

you let out a surprised laugh, any feel of anger going away from the sight of all the cases filled with your new riches.

"no bullshit, right?"

"100 percent real, honey. rafe melted it down himself."

rafe gave barry a death glare from the nickname he called you.

"how- where- you know what, never mind. i don't care. you guys are fucking loaded."

"we're loaded, y/n." rafe put his arm around you, bringing you into a side hug as you smelt his dior sauvage cologne.

you grinned, feeling rafe press a kiss to your temple as you hugged him tightly. you ran your hand up and down his muscular back as his hand went down to your lower back.

"so.... are you my sugar daddies?" you joked. barry laughed as rafe rolled his eyes.

"c'mon, country club. we got clients to see."

[existentialcrisis-24-7]

Winx Season 2 Outfits

Once again, I finished this way back and just never posted it.

Season 1 Outfits

Onto the why! This got long, so cut! ✂️

The main factor for these outfits was the fact that they're on Earth for almost all of this season, so the outfits had to be a little more in-line with Earth fashion while still being "them".

Tecna finally opens up to different clothes. While shopping for Earth clothes, she comes across a jacket (Pictured above) that she absolutely falls in love with and never takes off. The shoes she's wearing are an old pair of Bloom's. She still prefers Zenithian clothes (as seen by the shirt), but is glad to have stepped out of her comfort zone a bit.

Musa's been saving up her allowance for some new clothes for a while, and finally got to expand her wardrobe. It's not too far from what she wore in season 1, but it's new, and it's actually hers this time. The headphones were a group gift to her for her birthday (they do actually fit her ears. It's not pictured bc I didn't want to edit the bases much, but all pointy ears get hidden via magic).

Flora brought some of her nicer clothes with her this year, now knowing the kind of group she's with (and she's glad she did when she meets Helia). There's not a huge change in the types of clothes she wears this season beyond that. Most of her clothes can reasonably blend in with Earth fashion.

Stella wears a little less jewellery this season. The illusion hiding their more alien features is her doing, and it's dark magic too, which she still isn't strong at, so no earrings to make it easier. The dress is actually Vanessa's. She starts the season off in something typically Stella, but gets very close with Vanessa, and gifts her a dress of hers. Stella still wears the sunglasses (I forgot to turn on the layer with them when I took the picture, and I'm not going back or this will never be posted).

Bloom is wearing some of the clothes she had to leave behind when she first came to Alfea. She takes full advantage of having access to her full wardrobe this season, and this is really only one of many outfits. She's still struggling to figure out how to incorporate pink into her outfits.

Aisha!!! She makes her first appearance this season! This isn't her introductory outfit, but she changes to this pretty quickly after being accepted into the group. This was meant to be similar to the group's season 1 outfits, where she's still trying to find herself a bit. Luckily, she has a lot of people ready and willing to help. It's nearly entirely second hand and paid for by everyone else.

Roxy also makes her first appearance this season. She gets a lot of her trousers scratched up from various animals she takes care of, so she ends up patching them with custom-made patches. Her docs are also customised. She wears fingerless gloves because they look so cool. I will not be taking any kind of criticism on this point. She has a few outfits with some different styles, but likes to stick with either darker colours or neons.

Extra Tidbit: Most of this season's wardrobe is from various second-hand clothes stores.

Aisha and Roxy's first appearance outfits

[jadeoru]

liar's love.

00: prologue -- masterlist

warnings: family issues, briefly mentioned religious trauma, smoking, slight alcoholism, unhealthy coping mechanisms, broken childhood, depression, self harm (burning skin with cigarettes), overall pretty angsty, you have been warned!

She remembers when she was a kid; watching models twice her age strut down a pristinely clean catwalk, looking flawless. She remembers the flame that ignited within her, her eyes sparkled at her cheap television. It was old - older than her, and it frequently froze and glitched. She remembers battling the dust that rested on top of it, choking on it as she hit it with whatever was closest to her, trying to get it to work again. Static brought her a strange sense of nostalgia; the snow reminded her of cold evenings, barely back from school and immediately locking herself in her room. She’d stay up until the sun rose, over-analysing each and every model she saw: every move, down to the smallest of habits. She wrote down everything in a pink glitter gel pen, inside of her unicorn notebook she spent all of her allowance on. Before bed, she’d read through every note, with the television blaring in the background.

The noise created a shield, a blanket, that helped protect her from the outside world. To her, her bedroom was an escape. In her eyes, she thought it was normal; the shouting, the sounds of broken glass, furniture being thrown to the ground. She wasn’t aware that it was wrong, but it made her feel bad. Her parents shouted a lot, and although she didn’t comprehend what exactly was happening, she knew she didn’t like it. She was too young to understand the words they’d scream. Instead, she shrugged it off, waiting for the day her teacher would mention the terms; definitions. Unfortunately, ‘affair’, ‘alcoholic’ and ‘divorce’ weren’t relevant to her education. When the snow danced on the screen, and the low humming static snapped her back into her sad reality, she felt a pit in her stomach. She didn’t have the vocabulary to describe it, other than “painful, but not physical”. Whenever the aching feeling washed over her; found home inside of the deepest parts of her mind - where not even sunlight could reach, she’d reach for the remote, and fill it with noise.

She always liked fashion, although due to her financial situation she could never express her passion the way she wished she could. She remembers staring through the windows of designer stores, up the ‘rich people’ side of town. She’d take her mom’s phone, and take pictures of all the beautiful gowns that were on display. She was never really sure why she did it, she just liked looking at them; drawing them in her unicorn notebook and imagining it was her wearing them. She dreamed of the day she could wear those clothes. Unfortunately the second-hand charity shops in her town didn’t have the extravagant garments that she’d find behind those windows. Her fanciest dress belonged to an old lady before it fell into her hands. It barely even fit her. She didn’t like the life her parents put her in, but she wouldn’t dare complain. Her father, although he never had much to say to her, made it clear that her opinions weren’t worth his time. If she had a problem, he’d send her to her room, to ‘pray it away.’

She always had a weird relationship with god.

She remembers when she came home from school early one day, to the television accidentally left on. She didn’t know where her parents were, they were often gone. She learned not to question it. Instead, she took her shoes off, and curiously checked what show her mother left playing.

That was when she first discovered modelling, and quickly she fell in love with it.

The camera’s blind spots hid a lot of things from her, she realised as she got older. She learned much more when the camera’s stopped rolling than she ever did on tv. She was fooled by the tabloid press into thinking her life would become a life-long party. She thought she’d finally have the life she’d dream of; she’d earn her way to happiness. She never had much free-time. As a model, she needed time to ensure she was always in peak physical condition, to meet the demands of the job. As a freelance model, she used to spend up to eight hours a day in front of a camera. Sometimes she’d take a break, and enjoy a day to herself, but sometimes, that would make her think. And whenever she thought, the empty feeling from her youth revisited her. Which is why she worked hard, consistently; constantly. She buried herself in work, to distract herself from her cruel mind. Maybe if she worked hard enough, she’d finally feel fulfilled.

Luckily, when her career started to kick off, and her name started to get recognised, she found a modelling agency that would support and represent her with pride: the Tsugi Agency. They helped project her in ways she couldn’t fathom: booking frequent jobs, scheduling shoots, runways, interviews, everything she needed to boost her career to the fame she has now. They provided help and wisdom, encouraging her and helping her reach the confidence she didn’t know she was capable of having. She finally had the life she dreamed of as a kid. Her face was plastered on billboards all over the country, and she couldn’t step outside of her house without people recognising her face, knowing her name. It was weird, and there were plenty of times she felt as though she didn’t deserve any of this. Despite the fact that she was living the life she dreamed of,  it felt wrong. She distracted herself from those thoughts by working. She bottled up every negative feeling, just as she did in her family home; the static television filling the emptiness inside of her. She ignored her body's need for breaks. She ignored how desperately it needed to release the growing dread and sadness that she buried deep within her.

Instead, she worked.

She remembered the first time she held a cigarette to her lips; the smoke hit the back of her throat, causing her to choke. It was weird, and she didn’t like it all that much, but she didn’t stop. The smoke filled her lungs, providing her with warmth similar to a hug - it was the closest thing she had.  She remembers when her thoughts got the best of her, and she put the cigarette out on her skin for the first time. It didn’t hurt much, especially in comparison to the pain her mind brought her. In a way, it was relaxing. The light scars that accompanied the burns made her feel stable, secure. But the pain was only temporary, and the guilt that followed her after never felt worth it.

Eventually, that wasn't enough to distract her. Her shaky hands brought the cigarette to her lips, but the smoke no longer felt like home. It wasn’t enough to satiate the ache that begged to be hidden. The ache that only seemed to go away when she’d suppress it, burying it in other problems: Her sweet distraction. That was the night she tried alcohol for the first time. At that moment, when the bottle crashed onto the floor, shattering into shards that reflected the broken remnants of herself, she understood why there were always so many empty whiskey bottles next to the sink. As she witnessed her father’s drunken state, she remembers when she promised she’d never drink; swore to herself that she’d never end up like him. But, as the bottles began piling up in her room, she came to the cruel realisation that she was always her father’s daughter. Nothing could ever change that. Even as a child, she mimicked his coping mechanisms without realising; blaring the television, drowning out her problems - to the present, burying herself in work.

Distractions. 

Her childhood habits followed her into her adolescence, providing her the comfort her parents failed to teach her. Eventually, when she stared into the mirror, it was her father’s face that stared back. As his angry eyes stared into her, her own screaming filled her ears; nails grasping her hair for stability,

She decided to give sobriety a try.

It ultimately made her worse.

There was only one person that understood her, and that was her stylist, Hitoka Yachi. She was younger than her, only by a year, and she was beautiful. She wasn’t as experienced as her in the modelling field, but her enthusiasm made up for her inexperience. She was great; the living embodiment of sunshine. She could light up a room just by entering it. In a way, she kind of envied Yachi. She wished happiness could come to her as naturally as it did to Hitoka. Her smile filled out her cheeks after almost every sentence, like muscle memory. She was one of the only people in her career that treated her like a human being, and not an object to shape and mold to their desire.  She always felt comfortable around Hitoka. When she saw the burn marks that littered her skin, in places her clothes would usually cover, (she was a model after all, she couldn’t let the media see her flaws.) her voice was filled with genuine concern, a tone she only heard a few times prior to that. A voice she never heard as a child. 

Yachi understood her. - in ways no one ever had. She cared for her, in a moment of her life when no one else had. They often spent late nights together; after a frustratingly eventful day. They stayed in her dressing room, and talked about every problem that crossed their minds. She opened up to Hitoka, and never once did she shame her. She was flawed; made so many terrible decisions, mistakes, and honestly spent most of her life being a terrible person, but Hitoka never  judged her: she listened to her, and understood. She saw through the mask she wore, she knew the fragile, broken person that hid behind it,

And yet she stayed.

“Hitoka?” her voice was low, almost a whisper. She turned her head to the side, facing her friend, who was lying on the cold floor with her, staring at the ceiling next to her. “Hm?” Her head turned too, a brief silence encompassing the room as they held eye contact. Her mouth opened, lips twitching slightly as she hesitated to speak.

“You shouldn’t be my friend.” Her words were certain; demanding. Her tone was like a warning. Yachi’s eyebrow raised, a small smile creeping onto her face, the same smile she never struggled to wear. The same smile that she shared with everyone, spreading it around the office like a breath of fresh air. “And why’s that?”

“Because,” she began, turning her head back up to the ceiling, “I'm a mess. You deserve to spend your time with someone happy. - like you.”

She laughed, loudly, it almost made her feel stupid; regret even opening her mouth to begin with. “I’ll leave it up to me to choose who I’m friends with, thank you very much.” she spoke matter-of-factly, elbowing her gently; playfully. “I want to be your friend.” Yachi added, noticing the uncertainty in her friend’s eyes. Her voice was significantly softer, she spoke her name like it was natural to her, like she’d been saying it all her life. She sighed in response, “I’m miserable. I’m going to drain you.” She briefly paused, before continuing, “I’m- I’m going to make you miserable.” She did a bad job at hiding the shakiness of her voice. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, both to fight the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, and to brace herself for the oncoming insults she would inevitably throw at her. She waited for Yachi to realise the truth: That she really shouldn’t be her friend. Although she knew it to be true, she silently hoped she was wrong. She was broken. She was an empty shell of a young girl that used to be so bright, so full of life, so passionate. She ruined everything she touched, everything she loved inevitably tainted by the infectious evil that nestled its way into her fragile core. Her life was a constant losing streak, and she prepared herself to lose the one person that made her feel normal; safe. Before she responded, she flinched slightly as Yachi grabbed onto her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“It’s okay, I won’t let you.”

Over the course of a few months, they quickly became best friends. They were inseparable. Finally, she had something in her life that made her feel valuable, and special. She had a constant. She had finally found the key to recovery; the lighter that reignited the fire inside of her that died so long ago. She found someone that made her realise she wasn’t a horrible monster that only caused destruction,

She was just young, and scared.

All good things come to an end. She knew this. She had everything good taken away from her, that’s just how things were. It always happened, no matter how hard she tried to fight it.  But still, she mustered up the wounded faith that was forced upon her, and prayed for a change. She prayed for God to take away her pain, and grant her the freedom and salvation that was ripped away from her.

As usual, he never listened. 

She remembers walking into her dressing room, coffee in her hand as she prepared for another busy day of shooting. She looked forward to seeing her; excited to talk to her about a funny encounter at the café she spent her morning in. She looked forward to seeing her signature smile; hearing her laugh that always made her happy. The laugh that made her laugh in return. But as her eyes scanned the room, there was not a single trace of her to be found. Instead, standing in her side of the room, was a tall man, with glasses hung lowly on the end of his nose. A man with dark hair, and a cold, focused gaze. Not Yachi. He had a clipboard in his hand, and was meticulously writing something down on it. Before you could even question the stranger, his eyes turned to you, and he quickly filled the suffocating silence.

“You must be Yn. It’s nice to meet you.” a fake, sickeningly polite smile plastered on his face. 

“My name is Akaashi Keiji, and I’ll be your new stylist from now on.”

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[orinfucker]

devilish intent

summary: being an adventurer in the lower city was growing quite boring, so why not sneak into the home of the devil himself! surely nothing could go wrong, right?

warnings: darkish content, manipulation, rough sex, throat fucking, threesome (harleep & raphael), degradation, dom!harleep, dom!raphael, biting, blood, overstimulation, begging, dumbification, fem!reader, breath play, dacryphilia, dubious consent, hair pulling, slight praise

note: i dont think there are words to describe how filthy this is. i've been working on this for awhile cus i was trying to find inspo but i'm pretty happy with how this turned out! enjoy <3

this is was a comically bad idea. what led you to make the decision to sneak into a devil’s home? boredom - an emotion that many other people would deem easily avoidable. a normal individual would go to a bar, perhaps take a walk around the city, maybe even find a companion for the night; but not little old you.

you’ve heard whispers around the streets of people sneaking into this so-called ‘house of hope’. at first, you brushed it off as some silly fairytale - there was no way that normal folk could find a way inside a devil’s house. well, that was until you had stumbled into the devil’s fee on a particularly stormy night. you had just stopped there to wait out the weather, allowing your now soaked clothes to dry off in the midst of this peculiar shop.

you found yourself carelessly browsing around the store, observing the various skulls and mementos scattered across tables. “ah, welcome to the devil’s fee!” a feminine voice spoke from behind the wooden counter, drifting your attention from the objects to the woman herself. “oh, um, hello!” you awkwardly replied with a wave of your hand, approaching the owner at the counter. she watched the way you nervously shuffled over towards her, an eerie grin manifesting itself on her face.

“are you looking for anything in particular, dear?” she paused, “or perhaps somewhere in particular?” you looked at the woman with a confused expression, what did she mean by somewhere? with a shake of your head you replied, “oh no, just waiting out the storm!” the woman frowned, but soon she began to smile again. “you look like quite the adventurer; have you ever considered going somewhere more, extravagant?” a sense of intrigue flooded your body before you sheepishly nodded at the strange woman. “where exactly are you talking about?” thunder erupted the moment you finished your sentence, your body twitching from the loud sound.

“why, the house of hope, of course!” she exclaimed with excitement in her voice. “i have the means to get you there without a soul knowing.” it was a convincing offer, you hadn’t had much excitement in months - so why not give it a shot? “i assume you’re not charging for free?” the girl laughed with a shake of her head. “of course not, i’ll take you there for the right price.” she hesitated before continuing, “fifteen thousand gold and i’ll give you the instructions.” you nearly choked on your own spit; fifteen thousand? maybe you were stupid, or just insanely desperate, but before you could think even further you were handing this stranger a pouch of gold.

“a pleasure doing business; here’s the instructions on how to make the portal, just head upstairs and it’ll all be there for you, dear.” her finger pointed to the staircase at the right of the counter as she handed you a small book, a piece of paper and a golden key. “ah, thank you..” she smiled at your pause before replying, “helsik, dear.”

you gave a polite nod before ascending up the stairs, a feeling of anxiety coursing through your veins the closer you got towards the door. you slid the key helsik had given you into the hole, a soft click! signaling that it was unlocked. you breathed in heavily before finally stepping into the room, rows of bookshelves filled the walls as various tables flooded the corners.

your eyes caught sight of a pentagram drawn in blood on the floor, the one you assumed you’d be using to enter this devil’s home. you began to read the list of items you’d need to grab as you aimlessly searched around helsik’s room to find them. after locating the variety of objects, you began to align them on the pentagon in accordance to how it was described.

you noticed how each item lit up into a hue of orange the moment you placed them on the point of the star, almost like they were set on fire. once the final object was placed, you watched as the wooden floor transformed into what you assumed was a portal; a void of black consumed the center as the rest of the star glowed a bright orange.

‘this is such a bad idea.’ you thought while placing the instructions back into your bag, your eyes scanning over the mass of black you’d have to eventually step into. with a nervous sigh, you stepped one foot into the center, and felt your enter body get sucked into the ground. your eyes squeezed shut for just a moment, and before long you felt yourself land onto what you assumed was your destination.

as you slowly opened your eyes, a wave of heat washed over you; beads of sweat beginning to spill from your pores. you finally began to take in your surroundings, a series of pillars pulsing with some sort of magic stood in each corner of the room you’d appeared in, and a massive door placed itself at the front of the room.

you slowly approached the door before lightly pushing it open, revealing what you assumed to be a dining room of some sort. various plates of food were scattered across the table, making your mouth salivate for just a moment. your legs began to move on their own as a sense of clarity washed over your mind - you had never seen a place like this on all of the journeys you’d been on. after walking throughout the halls for a few minutes, you stumbled across a doorway that was blocked by a magic barrier.

a frown appeared on your face, but you quickly noticed a opening that led to the outer parts of this odd place. you approached the ledge with caution before clumsily jumping onto the rocks below, steading yourself before walking amongst the ragged path.

as you began to grow closer to the blocked off room, you noticed a bed was placed against one of the walls. ‘must be the owner’s bedroom.’ you approached the railing fairly quickly, hoisting yourself atop it before quietly dropping to the floor. your eyes quickly caught sight of something— no, someone laying on the bed you had saw earlier.

anxiety rushed through your veins as you started to plan out your next move, maybe they wouldn’t notice if you snuck towards the doorway. with a shaky breath, you began to stealthily walk towards the front of the room. “and where do you think you’re going, little mouse?” your entire body froze in terror, a gasp escaping from your throat. “u—um,” you stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought to reply with.

“aren’t you just a cute little thing.” the voice spoke, their tone bordering on erotic. you finally found the courage to turn and face them, your entire body flushing with pink as you did so. their skin was a deep red, wings splayed across the pillows as horns protruded from their head. the most striking component, however, was the skimpy bondage that brandished their body.

a daring smirk spread across the devil’s face as their eyes seemed to see right through you, eyeing the entirety of your being. “i, um, didn’t know there was someone in here.” you finally spoke, trying to claw your way out of this mess before anything extreme happened. the devil was silent in response, the same expression cast upon their face as your eyes moved between them and the doorway. “i’ll just, um, make my way out of here!” a laugh erupted from the creature before you heard a creak come from the bed, signaling they were moving about.

“oh raphael is going to love this.” they spoke before leaning against the headboard, one of their arms resting behind their head as they peered at you. “come pet, i must know why you’re here.” with a nervous sigh, you walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge carefully before fiddling with the skin on your fingers. you felt their gaze burning into the flesh of your thighs before finally shifting to your face, their tongue coming out to lick the skin of their lips

. “go on, tell me why you’ve come.” you paused, unsure if you should be truthful or not. “i was, uh, bored.” silence filled the room, and for a moment you thought this might be where your end is, until laughter began to echo throughout the room. “oh that’s, that’s quite the reason!” the devil calmed themselves before leaning forwards, one of their hands brushing against the plump of your leg before landing on the sheets besides it.

“this is very naughty - what shall i do with you?” they paused for a moment to think, before a sinister grin clouded their expression. “how about we play a game, hm? if you win, i’ll give you everything you desire.” you looked at the devil, an anxious feeling rising in you. “and if i lose?” they stifled a laugh before trailing one of their hands against the side of your thigh, “well, you’ll enjoy yourself much more if you do.” you looked into their eyes for a moment, getting lost in them as they trailed their hand further and further up your thigh until it brushed against your center.

a whimper caught in your throat, and before long, you whispered a quiet yes, allowing the devil to play whatever game they had mentioned. they smirked before standing up from the bed and walking towards where you sat, towering over your quivering form.

“on your knees, pet.” your entire body felt like it was on fire, lust flowed through your veins as you felt yourself obey every word that left the devil’s lips. as you shifted from your spot on the bed, a hand rested itself on the top of your head, guiding your body to its knees. “such an obedient toy, we’re going to have lots of fun together.” as they reached to pull down the fabric that covered their cock, they paused for a moment before bringing their free hand to cup the underside of your chin, tilting it upwards so you could look in their eyes.

“would you like to know my name, mouse?” you nodded, feeling yourself melt into the devil’s touch. “i am harleep, raphael’s personal incubus.” harleep noticed your head tilt at the mention of raphael, forgetting that you had zero idea of who he was. “raphael is the master of this house, pet. it’s quite impressive you managed to get here without him noticing.” they watched you nod in acknowledgment, unaware of the consequences there would be when raphael did return home.

“such a naïve girl you are.” harleep whispered to themself before finally tugging down the fabric of their underwear, revealing the sight of their hardened cock. your eyes widened at the sight, and you felt yourself grow nervous at the thought of having to take it. harleep guided the tip of their cock to your lips, pushing it past them before finally entering your mouth. “gods - that’s it, take it down your throat.” your eyes glossed over with tears the further harleep’s cock moved down your throat, the incubus letting out low growls as they began to slowly thrust into your mouth.

trails of saliva began to drip from the sides of your mouth as their thrusts became more rough, the tip of their cock brushing against the back of your throat with each move of their hips. all you could do was gag and moan around them as they used your mouth like it was some toy, their hand tangling into your hair to support the weight of your head.

“you take my cock so well, pet. maybe i should- ah, keep you around.” you whimpered around their length, unable to utter a word as they sloppily fucked into you. harleep’s grip in your hand tightened as they started to let out animalistic moans, their head leaning backwards while the speed of their thrusts quickened. within a moment, you felt them push once more into your throat before feeling hot spurts of cum spill from their cock.

warmth filled your mouth as the liquid began to dribble down your throat, burning the flesh of it in the process. “good girl - swallow every drop of it.” you could barely breathe as harleep’s cock stayed pressed against the depths of your throat, forcing you take all of their cum. once they were satisfied, harleep finally removed themself from your mouth, leaving you to cough up wads of spit onto the ground below. they watched in amusement as you wiped the saliva from your lips, a look of disgust in your eyes as you peered up at the incubus.

“is that,” you began to cough once more, your throat aching from the abuse harleep had caused. “is that all you wanted?” before they could respond, you caught sight of their eyes drifting from your own to the front of the room, their expression shifting from lustful to one you couldn’t quite read. confusion washed over you until suddenly, the sounds of heavy footsteps began to approach from the doorway. “ah raphael, welcome home.” harleep finally spoke, and it was at that moment you realized how incredibly fucked you were.

raphael was about to greet the incubus before he finally noticed your disheveled form on the ground, his eyebrow cocking upwards as he looked over at harleep for a brief moment. “harleep, who is this pest on the ground?” the devil glanced back over towards you, eyeing your body before finally putting the pieces together in his head. “it seems they found a way in here, i’m shocked you didn’t notice them here sooner.” raphael hummed before approaching you, your body quivering in fear as the man crouched in front of you. “it seems harleep has already had their fun with you.” he paused for a moment to think, and you thought that maybe he would have some mercy on you and allow you to leave.

“i—i’m so sorry for intruding in your home, mister.” your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, too nervous to allow yourself to speak any louder. “please, please let me leave; i promise to never come back here again.” you were practically begging at this point, your eyes pleading with the devil to have sympathy towards you. raphael looked towards you with a dark smile as you begged, enjoying how desperate you sounded before finally reaching his hand out to cup the side of your cheek. “i can’t just let you off easily, little mouse. you broke into my house uninvited - i think you deserve to punished.”

you shook your head repeatedly at his proposal, trying to yank yourself away from the man’s grip on your face. raphael clicked his tongue at your resistance, an annoyed sigh brushing past his lips before allowing himself to stand up, releasing his hold on you. “how disappointing, i expected you to be more compliant.” as he spoke, you took this an opportunity to attempt an escape, your legs shaking as you tried to make a run towards the door.

seconds went by before you felt the grip of a hand on your arm, a scream erupted from you as your body was thrown face down onto the bed, another hand knotting it’s way into your hair to hold your weight. “looks like we have a brat on our hands.” raphael hissed out, his nails digging into the flesh of your arm. you assumed harleep’s hand was the one in your hair, their grip bordering painful as drool began to leak from you lips from the pressure. “they were such an obedient thing for me.”

your legs thrashed around the sheets as you attempted to free yourself from their grip, yet it proved to be futile as you felt a heavy slap against your rear - causing a whimper to escape from you. raphael leaned across your backside, his lips brushing against your earlobe before whispering into your ear, “unless you want to get hurt, i suggest you stop squirming.” your legs went stiff at his threat, any resistance you once had vanishing from your mind. a satisfied noise left raphael as he placed a kiss against the back of your neck, lifting himself up from your backside.

harleep’s grip released from your head, allowing you turn it to the side to glance at the incubus, their eyes already piercing into your own. raphael’s hand gripped the back of your pants as he harshly pulled them down to your ankles, your clothed cunt now on display for the devil. his hand hand came up to brush against the fabric, rubbing the length of your cunt with his palm. whines slipped past your lips as his ministrations continued, you teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your noises. “aht, don’t hide your voice from us, mouse.” you heard harleep say from besides you, their body now sat next to your own on the silk sheets of the bed.

you hadn’t realized your hips grinding back into raphael until a heavy hand came to grip your waist, stopping your movements completely. a finger slipped past the fabric of your underwear, teasing the lips of your pussy before dipping into your dripping hole for just a moment. “such a needy thing, aren’t you?” raphael spoke from behind you, his finger slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt while moans began to leave your mouth. “shut— ngh, up.”

suddenly, you felt raphael grip a handful of your hair, yanking your body until it was flush against his own. “shut that bratty mouth of yours.” a wave of confidence washed over your body while a smirk appeared on your face as you spoke. “make me.” it was silent for a moment until the grip in your hair lessened, the hand now trailing to wrap around the entirety of your throat, the pressure of it cutting off your airflow. one of your hands flew up to grab raphael’s wrist, desperately trying to move his hand away as tears welled up in your eyes from the pressure on your neck.

you caught sight of harleep moving to stand in front of you, one of their hands coming up to caress the sides of your cheek, wiping away the tears that now stained your face. the incubus slowly leaned down and captured your lips in a messy kiss, their teeth digging into your own as blood began to spill from them. your mind felt dizzy from the two sensations - raphael’s hand gripping your throat as harleep’s lips pressed against your mouth; it was all too much for your body to handle. not even a second later, you felt harleep break away from you as raphael’s hand released your neck, a sigh escaping you from the relief.

heavy breaths were all that filled the room as you slowly came back to your senses, your eyes blinking away the tears that were left. you felt raphael’s lips brush against your ear as he leaned forward, his hand still resting against the flesh of your neck. “are you going to behave now?” you quickly nodded your head in response, not daring to disobey the devil after his display just moments ago. his free hand began to trail down your front until it slipped into the fabric of your underwear, his fingers drawing slow circles on your clit. “words, pet.” whimpers left your lips at his ministrations, and you desperately tried to muster up a response. “y—yes, yes!”

a satisfied noise left raphael as his fingers began to quicken, your head falling limp against his shoulder at the sensation. you suddenly felt harleep’s fingers sneak into your underwear as well, teasing your aching hole before finally slipping them into you. moans escaped you repeatedly as the two toyed with your cunt, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you felt harleep’s digits reach the deepest parts of you. “you’re squeezing so nicely around me, mouse.” harleep exclaimed, the thrust of their fingers quickening as they heard you whimper at their words.

“what a filthy girl you are.” raphael groaned from behind you as his free hand began to slide underneath your shirt before finally reaching your breasts, his fingers roughly pinching at your nipple. jolts of pleasure coursed through your body from raphael’s touches, your stomach beginning to ache as your orgasm began to grow closer. “ngh— ‘m, i’m gonna cum!” you moaned, the walls of your cunt pulsing with every move of harleep’s fingers against them. your clit ached at the pace of raphael’s digits against it, your thighs squeezing against the two’s hands from the stimulation.

sweat dripped from your forehead as you felt the cord within you threaten to snap, just one more thrust and you’d be thrown over the edge. but, with no warning, you felt both of the creatures movements pause, their fingers sitting idly against your cunt. you let out an annoyed whine from the loss of movement, your head leaning back to peer at raphael with begging eyes. he looked down at you for a moment before switching his attention to harleep, a smirk growing on his face as he began to speak.

“do you think our pet deserves to cum?” raphael asked the incubus, his fingers beginning to tease your clit while he spoke. harleep thought for a second, staring into your doe eyes before looking back at the devil. “perhaps we should make them beg, hm?” raphael chuckled at their response as the two returned their focus to you.

they both looked at you, seemingly waiting for you to say something. your mind was clouded, not a thought swimming around in the innards of your head. “go on, beg.” you finally heard raphael say, his fingers speeding up the pace at which he toyed with your clit. harleep’s fingers began to move inside you as well, their eyes focused on watching them thrust in and out of your hole.

“pl—please!” you managed to huff out, trying your best to convince the two to let you release. “how cute.” without warning, you felt a slap against your cunt, a shocked whimper echoing off the walls. “but i’m not convinced, try again.” you sucked in a heavy breath, still recovering from the impact on your pussy. “please, please let me c-cum.”

harleep thrusted particularly hard after your words, a choked sob escaping you as their fingers brushed against your soft spot. “you can do better then that, little mouse.” once again, you gathered whatever words you could muster up. “pleasepleaseplease! need to— cum, can’t hold it!” you were practically screaming at this point, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger as they started to speed up their movements. raphael’s lips brushed against your earlobe, his hot breath making the skin flush with red. “cum for us, pet.”

time seemed to slowed as your release finally washed over you, a series of whines and whimpers flooded the bedroom while your body shook with pleasure. the two devil’s continued to work you through your orgasm, their fingers abusing every part of your cunt. all you could do was allow yourself to be consumed by the feeling, every touch on your skin felt like pure bliss as you calmed from your release, the fingers of the two creatures finally letting up.

raphael left a row of kisses along the side of your neck while harleep consumed your lips in a fiery kiss, their tongue exploring the cavity of your mouth. you moaned into the incubus’s mouth before they moved away, your breath being taken away from the messy kiss.

your body melted into raphael’s as his hands began to caress your sides, allowing you gain back some strength. there were no thoughts left in your mind at this point, all you felt was lust and pleasure coursing through your veins. harleep took one of your hands within their own as they guided your body towards the bed, positioning yourself in their lap while they leaned against the headboard.

raphael watched as the two of you relaxed into one another, your back pressed against harleep’s front as their hands rested on the top of your waist. you could feel harleep’s cock pressed against your back, the organ slowly hardening the more you shifted against the incubus. the bed sunk as raphael crawled over towards you, his hand massaging the flesh of your thigh as he kneeled in front you.

your eyes began to feel heavy as you laid against the incubus, exhaustion washing over your body as your eyelids began to droop. “wake up, pet.” harleep spoke from behind you, their hand wrapping around your front as they trailed it down towards your sensitive cunt. raphael began to slowly open your legs, his tongue coming out to lick his lips at the sight of your pussy.

harleep suddenly took hold of your hips, lifting your body up to hover right above their cock. you could feel the tip brush against your clit, causing a whine to slip from your lips at the feeling. raphael watched as you attempted to squirm away from the incubus’s hold on you, your legs shaking as they practically straddled harleep’s cock.

harleep easily overpowered your movements, their hold on you tightening as they began to lower you onto their dick. you could feel your hole stretching open as you sunk down further, your fingers digging into the sides of harleep’s thighs the deeper they went. “t—too much!” raphael smirked at your words, watching as harleep’s cock was only halfway into you. “you can take it, dear.”

you took a deep breath in before finally feeling harleep’s cock bottom out inside of you, a hearty groan leaving them as their nails dug into the flesh of your waist. “so tight.” they practically growled out as your cunt squeezed against their length. your back was flush against harleep’s chest, ragged breaths leaving you as your body attempted to adjust to the foreign feeling.

harleep slowly started to grind their hips up into you, their cock brushing against your cervix with each move of their body. choked sobs left you as they continued their movements, and you could already feel an orgasm bubbling up inside of you. raphael crawled closer to your body as his hand moved up the length of your thigh before finally landing on your clit, his fingers slowly brushing against the nerve to add another layer of pleasure.

moans flooded from your lips as the two continued their assault on you, your cunt burning as harleep’s cock began to slowly thrust in and out of you. “cum— gonna cum!” you felt raphael’s fingers speed up at your words, his face drawing closer to yours before crashing his lips against your own. you whined into his mouth while his tongue slipped into your own, exploring the insides of it before quickly moving away.

harleep’s lips brushed against your ear before whispering a quiet ‘cum for me’ into it. your entire body shook with pleasure as you came, whimpers leaving you as your cunt spasmed against harleep’s cock. raphael’s fingers slowed and moved away from your swollen clit, a smirk on his face as he admired your current state. harleep, once again, grabbed the length of your torso to lift you off their cock, a hiss escaping you at the feeling.

sweat dripped down your forehead as your eyes connected with raphael's, his brown ones scanning the exhaustion present on your face. "turn around." he commanded, and you immediately obeyed. once you had adjusted yourself, a heavy hand landed on the small of your back before pushing down slightly, signaling for you to arch.

raphael's other hand was busy rubbing to fat of your thigh, watching as your cheek connected with the silk sheets right below harleep's cock. with a snap of his fingers, the remainder of his clothes vanished, leaving his hardened cock to press against his stomach. you could hear the bed creak as he positioned himself behind you, his cock now brushing against the flesh of your cunt.

you sucked in a quick breath as you felt raphael slowly entering you, a moan leaving his lips as your hole clenched around him. your fingers curled into the sheets the deeper he reached, the tip just barely brushing against your cervix before bottoming out. one of harleep's hands came down to soothingly pet your head as you let out a plethora of muffled sobs, your body shaking at the sensation.

raphael pulled away for a moment, his cock almost leaving you completely before thrusting back into you completely, the both of you letting out moans at the feeling. he moved at an almost monstrous pace, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. "s-slow down!" you could hear him laughing at your words, one of his hands now tangling itself into your hair as he pulled your body to press against his chest.

"slow down?" raphael questioned, a hint of mockery in his voice. "you say that, yet your clenching around me so nicely." you could feel his breath against your ear as he spoke, your fingers now digging into the skin of his thigh. harleep watched in amusement at the scene unfolding in front of them, their hand wrapping their cock as they began to slowly pleasure themselves at the sight of you two.

that familiar knot in your stomach began to bubble again as raphael roughly fucked into you, your walls burning as he refused to lessen his pace. he could sense that you were close to cumming at the feeling of your cunt spasming around him, and he took that as a chance to guide his fingers down towards your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with haste.

"fuck- raphael," you realized far too late that his name had slipped past your lips, yet you felt no shame in doing so. the devil chuckled as his hips pounded against your own, amused at your fucked out state. "so desperate, hm?" a whine was all you replied with, drool dripping from your lips as it pooled on the sheets below you. "you know, ngh- i think i'll keep you, mouse." raphael spoke lowly as he felt his own release approaching.

you whimpered at his words, the thought of having this again made your body shiver with arousal. "oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you nodded eagerly, not quite understanding what you just signed up for. "my own little plaything," he paused, his eyes connecting with harleep's for a moment before correcting himself. "our little plaything." just as his words finished, an orgasm washed over you, your body convulsing at the pleasure.

raphael quickened his thrusts at the feeling of your release, growls leaving him as he felt himself grow closer to the edge. just as he was about to pull out, a grin spread across as face before he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "do you want me to fill you up, pet?" you almost came again at his words as you nodded, your cunt clenching in anticipation. "pleasepleaseplease-"

he let out a small chuckle, "such an eager pup." raphael sped up his thrusts once again before finally feeling the knot snap inside of him, a whine brushing past his lips as his seed began to spill into your cunt. mantras of his name left you at the feeling of his cum coating your walls, the pleasure was unlike anything you had ever felt before. raphael stayed inside of you for a moment, allowing himself to come down from his high before finally slipping out of you.

your body fell limp against him, a feeling of numbness washing over you as you tried to regain some of your senses. raphael waited until your breathing had calmed down to move away, his clothes reappearing the moment he stood from the bed. "harleep, be a dear and get them washed up." the incubus hummed in acknowledgement as they also stood from their spot, beginning to search for a fresh pair of clothes for you to wear.

raphael's eyes drifted from harleep to you, admiring the number he had done on you. "get some rest, pet. i'll be expecting you to be ready for another round once i've finished my work for the day." he leaned forwards to leave a quick kiss on your forehead before turning to leave. "and harleep," you heard him say gaining the other devils attention, "do be gentle on them while i'm gone." your eyes widened, turning towards the creature who let out a chuckle in response.

"no promises, they are truly irresistible."

[yandere-paramour]

How would the yanderes feel about a darling who's really attracted to them when they're in professional/work attire?

Darling who swoons and gets unconsciously more touchy when Atalanta's in her suit. Darling who blushes when they see Vivien in his apron/work gloves and Noelle in her pencil skirts.

Semi related, would Ata enjoy her darling putting on/taking off her coat/tie? Like housewife style, welcoming her home and giving her a kiss while hanging up her coat, as well as tying her tie and pulling on it gently to kiss her.

I don't know how you do it, but you always come up with great ideas.

I think the yans would be very pleased, especially Vivien. Vivien loves his job, but he's a little self-conscious about the fact that he only went to high school (although he did do A LOT of research on the side by himself) and now works doing a lot of manual labor. He doesn't want you to think he's stupid or a mindless golem whose only use is lifting bags of soil. He would be very glad that you think he's handsome and rugged, and he would try to wear them around more often, like when he's making things for his online store or just doing some normal gardening.

Atalanta and Noelle also like it. They love feeling pretty and desirable to their partners. Atalanta is more casual about it. She knows she's drop-dead gorgeous, the Montclair genes basically ensure it. But she is glad you think so. She will let you choose clothes for her, provided they are work appropriate. Otherwise, she will just sit around being hot and allowing you to drool over her. Noelle loves to let you watch her get dressed in the morning in the morning. She doesn't let you dress her, you know how independent she is, but she might intentionally dress herself a little sexier than normal. She might even incorporate her "uniform" into the bedroom as well. How would you like to be dominated by a strict professor or perhaps a wealthy lady or even just a normal strict Mistress? Not the Executive/Assistant roleplay though, that disturbs her a little due to her relationship with Atalanta.

I don't remember if I even mentioned she wears pencil skirts but I love how you just instinctually knew.

Atalanta would VERY MUCH like you to take care of her like that. It makes her feel somewhat marked as yours, like a form of domestic bliss. It also makes her feel important, like you're her perfect little wife getting her ready to go earn lots and lots of money to provide for and spoil you.

[lovethetasteofnothing]

Hi I seen ur requests are open so I wondering if you could possibly write sugar mommy hcs for Farah and/or valeria plz!😋

this is so good I just had to do it asap. i need drabbles for this too

Sugar mommy dynamics (HCs) - Valeria, Farah, Laswell

includes: kate laswell, farah karim, valeria garza (this is for the gay girls)

fem!reader, female anatomy, fem terms of endearment

warnings: nsfw content, dirty talk, spanking, use of straps/toys, fingering, degradation, consumption of alcohol,

word count: 1.8k, aprox. 600 words/ character

Valeria Garza (smut + fluff)

sugar mommy supreme

this woman is richer than god and her love language is gift giving

i don't see a better combo for a sugar baby

and she's a busy woman, she doesn't have time for relationships so this is right up her alley

i feel like it happened a little more or less by chance

like she was just talking about it one day to one of her men or he overheard her

and he subtly mentioned you because you were actively looking for a sugar mommy

neither of you knew what to expect at first, but after meeting her...

you went home and masturbated to a scenario about her

you were both on board with it being sexual from the get go so that worked out

makes you update a wishlist regularly and buys everything you put on it

sometimes you'd put an item there at night and wake up with the package at your door the next day

her card? black like her soul

and she just handed it to you one day like?

made you do a little runway show with all of the stuff you got with it

goes shopping with you to de-stress

she likes it more than you do, like this woman is making you try everything in the store if she wants to

makes you twirl so she can see the full outfit before smirking and nodding approvingly

holds the clothes for you while you're inside the store so you can browse easily

her guard carries the bags afterwards

this woman buys you designer on the regular

even though she doesn't wear it herself because it gets ruined on the job, she loves it on you

she took you to a fancy dinner with her business partners once

put you in a dress that costs more than your whole apartment (and a set of really nice lingerie underneath)

she made you cum all over the expensive fabric, squirming while she fingered you in the backseat of her car

"you're being so filthy, muñequita. por Dios, you even ruined your dress"

spanked you for being so "inconsiderate" even though it was her fault that you had a pool of cum dripping down your thighs

talking about spanking, she definitely spanks you with designer belts

like this woman does not care how much it costs

that piece of leather can pay off your rent for months

she'd probably pay off your student loans/ pay in advance for your rent and utilities

gives you a weekly allowance, sometimes buys you extra stuff if you've been good

her favorite thing to buy for you? lingerie and sex toys

makes you send her videos of you wearing them/using them on yourself

talking about texting, I think she'd leave you be most of the time since she's so busy

also enjoys the fact that you're a bare minimum engagement type of deal

she's just happy someone isn't pestering her 24/7, while she gets the advantages of making a girl squirt happy

she's constantly traveling and you don't see her for weeks sometimes

you asked her what she does because you got curious

"don't worry your pretty little head with useless details, cariño"

but she expects you to show up when she tells you to

on time, god forbid you're late

she had to wait for five minutes, you had to listen to her complain for hours

while her favorite strap stretched you out so good

makes you apologize and beg for forgiveness, promise you won't be late again

while bullying her strap into your already sensitive pussy, crying from the overstimulation as you whimper out promises and pathetic 'sorrys'

Farah Karim (fluff, i love Farah fluff okay?)

you still don't understand how it happened

like one day she was the cute regular customer at the coffee shop you worked at

and the next she was taking care of your rent and restocking your fridge

she just wanted to help you out since she had more than enough for herself

you didn't expect her to be that rich? because when she was a customer she was always dressed normal

don't get me wrong, she looked bomb, but she never gave off that 'i'm rich, look at me' energy

and she still doesn't, literally buys you the cutest stuff out of the kindness of her heart

keeps it casual, doesn't expect you to pay her back in any way

she can't help but smile when you kiss her cheek as a thank you after she hands you your allowance

doesn't want to pressure you into anything, she just likes the idea of taking care of someone

doordashes groceries for you because she knows you're too lazy to do them yourself

checks up on you every once in a while, mostly asks you to come over to keep her company and just chat

but you were renovating your apartament for a few days and you decided to stay with her

made sure you were nice and comfortable in the guest room and got everything you needed

also made sure to leave a few little gifts on your bed on your first day

got you some books and your favorite treats to keep you company while she's gone to work

and you realized you actually liked spending time with her and that her attention made you happy

so when she got home from work, two days before you were meant to leave you decided to speed things up a little

so surprised when you straddled her lap while she was talking

she thought you felt pressured to do it

she tried to start one of her monologues before you stopped her

you got so bold??? like just telling her you like her and it's not because she practically is your main source of income but because she's so nice as a person

baby got so touched she had to go smoke a cig to calm down

and now she's your girlfriend and sugar mommy

weekly dates (as long as she's not gone with work, makes up for it when she's back tho) to your favorite restaurants/locations in general

hates physical shopping but will power through for you

grabs whatever she thinks you'd look cute in and makes you try it

you got so so flustered when she gave you a revealing outfit to try on

she had already bought it in her head before you even tried it on

also loves to spoil you with little things

like getting you gorgeous flowers every week, making sure they're replaced before they wilt

ordering your favorite food for you when she works long nights

buying you the nicest skincare/makeup because she sees how your face lights up from it

i feel like she'd always bring a trinket home (uhaul lesbian things)

something that melts your heart too because she really pays attention to everything you say

like getting a box of pastries from that really luxurious bakery that's close to her office

buying you a new pair of sneakers because they match the outfit she got you last week

literally bought you a stunning outfit for your one year anniversary

dress, heels, jewelery everything designer because fuck it she loves spoiling you rotten

money comes on her card and leaves it, but you're a forever type of investment

Kate Laswell (fluff + smut)

canon mommy

also a sugar baby's dream

she paid for your drink (TF 141 went wild when they saw her)

so she pulled you to the side and paid for the rest of your consumption too and for your taxi back home

a bit sad when you told her you weren't looking for a relationship

so she did what's best and spoke to your capitalism rotten brain and asked to be your sugar mommy

you had shit to pay off okay? and she was hot and spoke to your mommy issues...

takes it slow until she doesn't anymore (with consent ofc!)

when she asked you to hang out at her place and drink some wine, you didn't think anything of it

that was until you were bent over the couch, hands pinned down as she scissored your pussy open

made a little bet with you, every minute you could last without having an orgasm, she'd give you your allowance's worth in cold hard cash

you were cocky until she stuck that fucking vibrator inside of you

she pushed it in so deep and made sure it was hitting that sweet spot that made your whole body weak

didn't even need to wait too long before you squirted on her expensive couch

you didn't get a lot of money that night....

and you lost some of your dignity too

made sure to send over a bouquet of flowers to your workplace to remind you of how expensive house cleaning got these days

so fucking cocky and flirty when she feels like it

but also a sweetheart

would regularly ask you if you were doing well and eating properly

has food delivered to your door everyday so she knows you have a balanced diet

makes you take so many days off from work until you just decide to quit

she's way too happy knowing that you're now so much more available for her use

entertains the idea of being your only source of income for a bit

"you can just relax, take it easy. i'll take care of things for you"

busy woman no. 2

but she'd never forget to take you out on a fancy date somewhere really expensive to remind you how nice she treats you

made sure you had everything you'd ever need and then fed into your little whims and fantasies

doesn't have enough time to spare for you to show her what you got but she'd be happy inside knowing you were entertained and pleased

offers to send you on your dream vacation since she can't go

you beg her for so long until she finds a way to take a short break and enjoy her time with you there

this woman is literally working in the hotel while you go out shopping

you give her a nice massage after she finishes most of it because she deserves it <3

gets room service the next day for the both of you and spends the rest of the day cuddling you and visiting places

she definitely didn't develop feelings and neither did you, no not at all

she's upfront about it because really, what's the point?

she's too old to play the whole 'chase' thing

so while you're enjoying the jacuzzi in your room and sipping on some wine, she decides that's the best moment

you nearly choke on the wine

but she looks so...<3 and you know she'd treat you so well...

[pupyuj]

missing step daughter wony hours…

you ask and i DELIVERRRRR i missed her too 🥺🥺 THIS WAS KINDA... YEAH. I WAS REALLY INTO IT 😭😭😭

okok wony is already spoiled enough by her dad what with the big allowances n all that stuff and where does she decide to spend all that money? why, it's all for her lovely mommy! buying makeup, sexy lingerie, and pretty clothes—everything she can get to get praises and kisses from you! 🥺 as much as she loves the money, she loves being spoiled by you more. being pretty rich on your own, you often take wony with you to those big and fancy outlet malls just so you can get her whatever she wants,, mmfhdjgsjkfj taking her to those lingerie and nightwear stores,, joining her inside a changing room just to watch her strip down her clothes,, and she's always making sure to look right into your eyes,, ofc she doesn't actually get to try anything on bcs the moment she takes off the last piece of clothing that she has, you've pushed her against the wall and started marking her up 😵‍💫😵‍💫

omggg not caring about who might hear you outside the room?? turning her around and overstimming her from behind,,, pulling on her hair and just being a bit mean to her in her ear :(((( "so willing to let mommy fuck you in public like this... what a slut," AND LIKE... "might as well open up these curtains, huh? show everybody how good your mommy fucks you... what do you think, baby?" and wony's whining,, she's trying her hardest to not be too loud but with the pace you were fucking her in added with all your hair pulling.. it was so hard :((( yanking her hair and putting her back against your chest, sucking on her skin while she moans pathetically loud that she ended up covering up her mouth,, it was no use though! letting go of her hair and using that hand to play with her clit instead,, making it completely impossible for wony to not scream "mommy" every second you fucked her 🫠

heheuehdusdkj letting her go through the humiliation of facing people with the ten or so hickeys you've left on her neck,, the staff in the store feeling so awkward right up until the two of you left 😭 you started to feel a little bad after you've calmed down but to your surprise, wony was really really into that! bcs ofc she was, wony is rlly just such a whore for you 😩

heheheudhshk i also had this thought of you and wony being alone in the house again and feeling a little silly so you share some drinks 🤩 getting buzzed off some expensive champagne and letting wony take you to her room,, lazily making out with her while she takes off your jacket,, then she sits you down on her bed and you reach for her but she stops you,, "watch me, mommy... i learned a few good things from some unnies." and guess what! wony's giving you a show! turning on her lampshade, putting on some slow and sensual music, and god,,,, her keeping her eyes on you while she slowly let her robe fall to the floor,,,,, fuck,, her silhouette was so captivating,,, you wanted to grab her, to throw her on her bed, and just fuck her until she's crying and screaming,,, but you let her entertain you instead,,

leaning back on her bed while she dances in front of you,, fuck if you had a dick you would be so, so hard,,, watching as wony turns around, lowers herself just a bit so she could grind her ass on your groin,,, mmmfkdjssdfk losing control of yourself and pulling down her panties, lightly slapping her ass while she continues her work,,, eventually you really just couldn't take it anymore so you grabbed her waist and made her sit on her bed sjsdhhsk,, "you didn't let me finish, mommy," wony was pouting :((( but you knew that she would forget all about being upset after you were done with her <333

spreading her legs open, seeing her pretty, wet cunt all ready for you 😩 kissing her inner thighs first before almost literally making out with wony's pussy 🥴🥴 moaning against her cunt bcs she tasted so sweet :((( wony burying her hands in your hair and pushing you closer, her pretty moans getting louder and louder with every flick of your tongue on her clit :((( teasing her entrance, never rlly putting your tongue inside her cunt and focusing your attack on her little clit.. sucking, nibbling, giving it little pecks god wony doesn't even know how she wasn't coming yet 😩😩😩💦

noticing that wony was practically grinding on your face so you make her sit on top of you heehuehufhjs 😵‍💫🫠 holding onto her thighs while she rides your face,, her using your mouth as if it were your thigh, rocking her hips desperately,, pulling and tugging on your hair when you finally slipped your tongue inside her warm hole :(((( she was crying, so fucking overwhelmed by how amazingly skilled you were with your tongue,,, holding her down on your face as she came with a squeak, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes bcs it all felt way too fucking good???? mmdskshsjsdkh but like after all that wony is obviously super tired, but you're still energetic and so fucking horny... you definitely send her to sleep while slowly rubbing her clit and sucking on her perky little tits 🫣😳😳 her falling asleep with a smile bcs you kept calling her your good little princess, shes so obsessed with you in a silly wayhdfkjhfdjhc

AND PERHAPS... PERHAPS YOU FUCK HER WHILE SHE'S SLEEPING! 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 7

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: Smut and drama, mentions of Sy sustaining war injury-graphic, PTSD, language.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

Part 6

Emma seemed to be in a much better mood after spending a few hours with the dogs in nature. We held hands throughout the hike and I felt myself falling for her even more as I saw how she carried herself after a stressful situation. She felt like sunshine, always smiling and bubbly, even though I know she was fearful and anxious after what happened. We headed to the local Home Depot and after placing Mills in the buggy, and leashing Aika, we got to work looking for security cameras and video doorbells. Emma called and made an appointment to have a security system installed in her home next week, and I ended up getting a few things I might need when working on her sink later too. Emma just about had a fit when I tried to pay for everything and said she wouldn’t allow me to install anything if I paid for it so I conceded. Stubborn woman. We headed back to her house and I felt her anxiety increase when it came into the distance; like she was worried that he was going to be there waiting on her or would pop out of the bushes.

“I’m going to try and clear out the garage of moving boxes so that I can start parking inside there. That way, nobody can tell if I’m home or not.” She said and I nodded.

“If you want to wait, I can help you after I install the cameras.” 

“No, I’m so grateful that you’re doing that. It’s mainly just boxes of things that I didn’t need immediately. Decorations that I didn’t have time to go through, some winter clothes I knew I wouldn’t need anytime soon. I sort of just shoved them there when I moved and have been parking outside but this will be better anyway.” She told me.

Once we got inside, I decided to get to work. Emma started working in the garage while I installed four cameras around the outside of her house and then a doorbell camera so she could see who was on her doorstep even when she wasn’t home. It was quick install and I was done in just over two hours, before heading inside to work on the sink. Emma called and ordered us Chinese takeout and was packaging up some cookies she baked in her kitchen when I made it back inside. I stole a cookie from the pan and Emma pulled a crumb from my beard and ate it.

“Delicious. Mind if I see your phone so I can set up the surveillance cameras and doorbells to it?” I ask her and she immediately hands me her phone. I get to work adding the apps needed and have her create a password so that they are protected. She was so open, telling me the password so I could plug it in even though it wasn’t smart for anyone to have her login credentials. “You protect me, not hurt me. I trust you to have it.” She replied when I told her she didn’t need to tell me. God, this woman. 

“You know, I don’t expect you to fix my entire house.” She said as I was working on her sink. I decided to snake the sink with the tools I grabbed at the hardware store first to see if that would help and if it didn’t get better, I’d replace the pipes. 

“I’m not fixing your entire house but I will if it needs it.” 

“How much do you typically charge to do these type of handyman services?” She inquires.

“Nah ah, Sugar. Don’t even think about it. I’m doing this because I care about your safety and I want too.” 

“I know and I’m so grateful, but I’d really feel better about it if I could pay you for doing this. It wouldn’t feel so much like charity.” She whispers. “Alright, how about after we eat supper tonight, you take me into that little bedroom of yours and shower with me?” I say with an eyebrow arched.

“Are you suggesting that I pay you in sexual favors like some sort of bad porn storyline?” She admonishes.

“Well now, when you say it like that I sound like a jackass.”

She giggles and walks closer to me. I inhale her floral scent and watch her bite her bottom lip. I feel the blood rushing to my cock as she looks up at me through her lashes with those ‘fuck me eyes’ and trails her fingertips down my chest and over my covered dick as she whispers seductively, “I’m fucking with you, Sy. I’d loved to pay you in sexual favors. I’d like to start by getting on my knees and tak”

DING DONG!

I groan loudly as she giggles and steps back looking at her phone.

“Looks like my new doorbell works well. Dinner is here.” She giggles as she turns and sways her hips seductively as she heads to the door. Little cock tease. I follow her quickly and wrap my arms around her to pull her ass directly on top of my hard cock. She moans as I hold her hips and slightly grind her body against mine. 

“Ya gonna leave me hangin’ sugar?” I grunt in her ear and watch the goosebumps trail across her arms. Her nipples peak and harden under her sports bra and I gently tweak them with my fingertips which earns me a quiet mewl.

“I gotta get the dinner.” She breathily replies. Keeping her positioned in front of me with her ass directly against me, I unlock and open the door for the delivery kid. He looks at Emma with wide eyes and hands her the takeout bags and she confirms that his tip was added online. He thanks her and shuffles off back to his car. 

“What about my tip? Where can I put that?” I ask in her ear and she giggles.

“Austin, you horn dog!” She playfully smacks my arm. “I think that poor kid was terrified.” 

“Nah, he just saw a beautiful woman and got flustered. I did the same first time I saw you. Men aren’t the quickest thinkers when all of the blood leaves their head to rush to their other head.” 

“You did not! You were so confident and cocky. You convinced me to give my personal cell phone number out and I’ve never done that!” 

I wink at her before pulling her in for a gentle kiss. “Don’t tell me you regret it?” I murmur against her lips. 

“Not even for a second.” She replies with a shy smile. That smile makes me want to forget dinner and take her to bed. 

“I’m hungry, let’s eat.” She whispers and I close my eyes before smiling at her. I’d do anything she wanted me too. Fuck, I’m in too deep.

“I’ll make it up to you with dessert.” Emma says quietly with a kiss to my cheek. I have to adjust myself in my pants before I follow her to the kitchen. I let the dogs out in her backyard to use the restroom and then we settle down to dinner. Emma has gotten us beers from the fridge and we start making our plates.

After we eat, Emma wordlessly cleans up the takeout containers before grabbing my hand and tugging me toward her bedroom. Everything is clean, but with a lot more clothes laying out on the chairs and dresser. 

“I wasn’t sure what to wear yesterday for our date. Too many options.” She admits slightly embarrassed. I hold up a little black dress and arch my eyebrow. “I wanna see you in this at some point.” I tell her and she nods with a grin.

She walks into the adjoining bathroom and turns the shower on. I watch her bite her lip before she removes her top and sports bra. Next, she slides her leggings and panties down and kicks out of them. She pulls her hair out of the ponytail before prowling towards me. Her little cold hands cause me to startle as she reaches under my shirt and slides it up my chest. Being so much taller than her, I have to help her pull it off of me. Without ever losing eye contact, she unbuttons my shorts and pulls them down with my boxers at the same time. She grabs my hand and tugs for me to join her in the shower. As soon as we step into the cubicle, I reach forward to adjust the water a bit cooler. Women and their hot showers. So much for that hot water heater having trouble. I have a feeling her unnaturally scorching showers are the cause of that problem. Before I can even say anything, Emma is down on her knees grabbing my throbbing member. She wraps her tiny little hands around me and licks the bead of precum on the slit while staring directly into my eyes. 

“Fucking hell, Sugar.” I moan and she shoves my cock all the way into her mouth. Her tongue is sliding all over my dick and I immediately rest my fists on the tile wall just to steady myself. She pulls off and sucks my balls into her mouth and I have to force my eyes open so I don’t miss a single second. She pulls off of me and I look down at her, “Fuck my face, Captain.” Holy shit.

“I don’t want to hurt you, beautiful.” I tell her as I’m trying to keep myself from immediately cumming just from the view and her words while using my title.

“You won’t, I trust you.” She says before she puts me back into her mouth, places my hands on her head, and sits back almost submissively on her heels. 

“Slap my thighs if you need me to stop.” I tell her and she nods while I’m still in her mouth. I gently hold onto her hair and start shallowly thrusting. Fuckkkkk her mouth is heaven.

Without meaning too, I get lost in the sensation and pick up the pace and my dick starts punching the back of her throat. She gags and tears start trickling from her eyes but she grabs my thighs when I try to remove myself. 

“Darlin’, I’m hurting you.” She shakes her head no and forces herself to deepthroat my cock again. She gags and her throat constricts around the head of my cock and I involuntarily groan.

“Ah, baby, I’m gonna cum. Pull off.” I tell her so she won’t choke on it. She shakes her head no and doubles her efforts to please me. I know most women don’t like to swallow cum and even though she has before I don’t want to assume. 

“I hope this is what you wanted, cus here I cum.” I choke out before I roar out a moan as my release starts spurting down her throat. Emma works me through my orgasm until I’m squirming back from the oversensitivity. My forehead and fist are resting on the cold tile above her as I try and recollect myself.

When Emma stands, I immediately wrap my hand gently around her throat and pull her into a passionate, heart stopping kiss. I taste myself on her tongue and am even more aroused that she took me so well. I know I’m pretty decently endowed and I can’t imagine that was an easy feat. I start kissing down Emma’s neck while she catches her breath.

“Fuck me, baby. Please, I can’t wait anymore.” She begs.

“Let me taste you, angel.” I tell her as I shove two fingers in her tight little hole. 

“Ah! Later, I need your cock inside me right now, Captain.” If I wasn’t still hard, that’s all it would take to get me ready again. I quickly turn Emma around and bend her over against the tile. She shutters at the cold but moans loudly when I slide into her. Damn, she’s always so tight like a damn virgin. 

“Mmm, this pussy is perfect. So tight and wet, molding to my cock like it was made for me.” I tell her. I know she loves my dirty talk. I grab onto her hips and start really slamming into her before reaching down and pressing my fingers against her little pearl. Emma is squeezing her perfect tits with one hand while the other helps hold her up as I repeatedly ram into her. 

“Come on, Sugar. Coat my cock. Cum on your Captain’s cock. That's an order.” I grunt in her ear and moments later she releases. I have to take deep breaths in order to keep from cumming as she squeezes around me but I eventually turn her back over and lift her up. I push her back against the tile and her legs on my shoulders as I hold her up in the air and slide back inside of her. 

“Ah, Austin!” She yells when I slide back into her. I still inside her.

“That’s not how you address your superior. Try again.” I grunt.

“Cap… CAPTAIN!” She screams and I slam into her. 

“Much better, Sugar.” 

“Oh, fuck Captain! You’re so big!” She whines.

“Yeah, baby, I’m all the way up in your belly. Look at you taking my fat cock so well. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.” I praise her.

“Mmmm. Ruin me, Cap.” She moans and I place my thumb right on her little button which detonates her second orgasm and I can’t resist this time and follow after her. 

“Take my cum, baby, I’m going to fill you up with me.” I grunt as I coat her walls with my spend. Her body is like jello in my arms as she is exhausted from her orgasm. She doesn’t have a bench in here for me to sit her on so I just hold her and bury my face in her neck as we recover. Moments go by with nothing but our heavy breathing and the sound of the water pouring on our skin before she tries to disentangle her legs from my waist. I carefully pull out of her and stand her on her own two feet without letting go of her. She buries her face into my chest and I just wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on the crown of her head.

“How are we ever going to stop doing this?” I hear her whisper.

“Who says we gotta stop?” I ask aloud as I gently start massaging her shoulders.

“Nobody, I guess I just wonder if it’s the newness of us, or what. My poor vagina has never been so abused yet so happy all at once.” She moans as I rub her back and I chuckle at her response.

“I didn’t initiate this one, so that’s not on me.” I joke. “If you or that cute little cunt need a break, just tell me.”

“Mmmm, I don’t want a break.” She whines and kisses my chest. 

“Let me clean ya up.” I tell her and start reaching for her body wash. I’m going to smell like a chick when I get done in here but I don’t give a damn. I lather up her body wash and wash her. She lets me wash and condition her hair and proceeds to then give me the same treatment even though I have a buzzcut. I joke that it’s not necessary but bite my tongue when she starts scratching my scalp with her nails. 

“Mmm, that feels divine, Darlin’. You’ve found the way to my heart.” I tell her and she continues to scratch.

“Sy, could I ask you something personal?” Em asks me as she washes my body. 

“I think you’ve earned the right since we’re about as personal as we can get.” I gesture towards our soapy, naked bodies pressed against each other.

“Tell me about how your last relationship ended.” She inquires.

“Already told you the gist of it. Got cheated on and got a Dear John letter while deployed. She moved on with the coworker that she swore to me was just a friend.” Emma shakes her head almost disconcertedly.

“How long ago was that?” 

“Hmm.. Shit, I guess about eight or nine years ago.”

“Really, that long? There’s been nobody since?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly say that. Just nobody that I’ve actually dated. I didn’t date at all after, while still in the army because the last few years I spent deployed in a sandpit with a bunch of men. Since leaving the army, I guess I became content with finding comfort and stress relief through occasional one-night stands. It’s not something I advertise as I’m certainly not proud of it but it’s the only way I was able to be upfront with my intentions for a night of fun.” It’s just smarter to leave after the fact so that I don’t have to worry about my night terrors with a woman around. Nobody needs to witness that fear or see me being weak, I think to myself. 

“Most of the women here that are single are young and looking to get hitched right away so they can start having babies. Ain’t nothing wrong with that, in fact I once had every intention of finding myself a woman and doing the same when I was young. At one point, I desperately wanted the wife and kids but I wasn’t willing to settle.” I don’t know if that’ll ever happen though, and I hate the thought of that. “After my mama died and I got cheated on for the second time while on deployment, I was in a pretty bad place. I thought fuck it. I’ll become a career army man and focus only on rising in the ranks and the fight in front of me. I remained laser focused on that initiative until I got injured during my last deployment. As I was recovering I realized how my grandparents were getting on up there in age. Mark moved to Tennessee for work and met Jenn and I just couldn’t stand the thought of them out here on the farm all alone without someone to call when they needed help. My grandparents did hire a few workhands around the farm but I didn’t want to leave them without family.”  I also realized I couldn’t run from life anymore.

This was the first time I’ve really said it all out loud to anyone. I really want to say that it’s because I was scared to get hurt again, but I don’t want to seem weaker than I already am. 

“May I ask about your injury?” 

“Ah, just got shot in the leg. Tore up my knee and needed lots of physical therapy to be able to walk on it again. I technically could have re-enlisted, but I decided to retire. Wanted to be close to my grandparents if they needed me.” I notice myself downplaying my injury like I always do. Just a bullet to the leg is how I’ve always talked about it. Emma doesn’t need to know that the sniper put the bullet that hit me through one my friends’ head first, before it hit me in the leg. She doesn’t need to worry about how I would’ve likely been the sniper’s next target if he hadn’t already accidentally taken me down and out of his headshot. I don’t want her to know how that sniper that took out a third of my team the same day I got injured before a different division captured him. I still struggle with what the therapists coined ‘survivor’s guilt.’ It’s way to heavy to get into with a civilian, especially someone as kind and gentle as Emma. I don’t want the images in my head to ever taint someone as perfect and loving as her. 

“Thank you for telling me.” She smiles up at me and I feel guilty for not really telling her the truth. It’s only a matter of time before she realizes how fucked up I really am.

“Let’s finish up.” I say to change the subject and we rinse off the soap that lingers on our skin before drying off with big fluffy towels that Emma has on the towel rack. Women really buy some luxurious shit, I think to myself as I wrap the extravagant towel around my waist. Guess I’m just used to living like a bachelor and haven’t been around a place with a female touch in a while.

“Want to stay here tonight or go back to yours? I still have my bag packed.” Emma asks.

I doubt I could sleep a wink here since I’m not used to the sounds and smells. My nightmares would either wake me up or I’d never be able to sleep at all.

“Would you mind if we went back to mine? I don’t have any clean clothes or dog food here.” I ask.

“That’s perfectly fine with me.” She replies. God, she’s so easy going. Most women aren’t as flexible. Emma’s flexible in more ways than one, I think to myself.

“Thanks, Sugar.” I walk up behind her and kiss her wet hair that she’s gently brushing through.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I tell her as I wrap my arms around her towel covered body. Water droplets still dripping down her neck and disappearing into her cotton covered cleavage.

“I look like a wet rat,” she giggles, “but thank you. I feel the same way every time I look at you.” She turns and kisses me softly.  “Just let me dry my hair and then we can go.” She tells me. I go and lay out across her big king-sized bed and chuckle. Emma’s so little, imagining her snuggled up in this big bed makes me smile. At least if I did have to stay here I’d be comfortable, even if sleep evades me.

Once Em dries her hair, she comes out to her bedroom still in just a towel. I’ve thrown my clothes that I was wearing earlier back on and am still sprawled out across her bed although now joined by the pups in the floor. Aika would be up on the bed in a heartbeat if she could still jump without injuring herself. Emma smiles at me and then goes to her dresser to find some clothes. Without seeming to be embarrassed or shy, she drops the towel and bends over to slide a bright red lace thong on. Goddamn this woman is ethereal. She quickly picks up a matching bra and slides that on. I have a perfect view of the front and the back of her gorgeous body thanks to a full length mirror she has by the bedroom door. I can’t decide which part of her body is my favorite and I’m staring at her like a teenage boy who just found his first playboy. 

“See something you like?” Emma asks as she makes eye contact with me in the mirror and I growl in response.

“Mmm, there ain’t enough words to describe how much I like what I see.” I admit.

Without hesitation, she runs and jumps on top of me on the bed, straddling my lap. My hands immediately start roaming the soft skin of her body without me even telling them too. 

“I really like the way you look all spread out and manly on my floral bedspread.” She giggles and I smirk at her.

“You love to tell me how manly I look.” I observe.

“Can you blame me? You’re so strong, muscular, and hairy. The way you looked when you stepped in front of Colin today made my panties wet. So protective and possessive and I loved every second. My big, strong bear.” She says with a kiss on my nose.

“Sounds like you have a size kink, my little Goldilocks.” I smirk and expect her to deny it.

“Oh, for you I absolutely do. You do too though, I know how much you love it when your big cock is rearranging my guts and you can see it all the way in my tummy.” 

“You caught me. I love how tiny you are compared to me. And that naughty mouth.” She smiles.

“So we both have a size kink and like dirty talk. Sounds like we’re pretty good for each other. At least in bed.” She says with tinted cheeks. 

“Like two halves of a whole, I reckon’”. She beams at me. 

“Now, let me put some clothes on and take me to your home. It’s been a long day and I wanna snuggle with you before I fall asleep.” She requests.

“Sugar, I’ll give ya whatever you want.” I bite my lip as she climbs off of me in that little red set and quietly sigh when it gets covered up with shorts and a tank top.

We lock up her house and head back to mine. She brought a bag of snacks as well as some clean clothes and her toiletry bag. When we get there, she puts her snacks in the kitchen and goes to let the dogs outside while I change clothes. I shoot Walt a text thanking him for getting to Emma’s place so quickly and helping me out. I tell him I’ll buy him a beer or two next week if he wants to meet up. Emma comes back inside all high pitched and baby talking to both of the dogs who seem absolutely enraptured by her. Looks like I’m not the only one wrapped around her finger. 

Part 8

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[mulders-too-large-shirt]

my favorite scully moments from s2

after the x-files are shut down, she gets moved to teach at the academy, and in episode 1 she does a little monologue on how a person’s body is a physical manifestation of a lifetime, which one of the students describes as “spooky”

when mulder sneaks off to puerto rico in the same episode, she goes into his place to try and figure where tf he went, and prevents his sneaking about being caught by the investigators who broke into his home with the power of feeding his fish

lecturing about the dangers of eating raw steak in episode 2, then getting lost down a rabbit hole of worm science

when no one was answering the door in episode 3, she just walks in. this made me laugh hysterically, i cannot explain. both of these guys WILL enter your home.

every single time she is a bit of a medical nerd, like when she learns about the surgery that allowed people to survive without sleep in episode 4, which she describes as “incredible”

(and the freckles + flower earrings combo were also a fave)

when she scans the piece of metal that came from duane barry in a grocery store in episode 6, and the cash register goes crazy. and she denies involvement and just walks away LMAOOO <- honestly i'd do the same!!

she wakes up from her coma in episode 8 and wants to write a thank you note to the nurse that took such good care of her, only to learn no such nurse ever existed. scully got to witness the paranormal for once!!!!

in episode 9, someone brings up a volcano scientist in conversation, and she says she had heard he was brilliant, which means that somehow she is keeping up with volcano news. she is a woman of many layers.

being deeply worried about this scared looking grad student she just met, and once again not waiting for an answer to enter her room and figure out if she is okay

(and when said grad student is being consumed by a fungus, scully thinks quickly enough to get herself locked behind a door, keeping herself safe, despite being handcuffed and otherwise looking death by fungus in the face)

in episode 11, mulder walks into his office, only to learn she has been there and has been going through his stuff since 6 in the morning. queen of getting results!

in the same episode, an old man overdoses on mushroom pills, and she shifts into Doctor Mode, yelling about “ventricular fibrillation” and “milligrams of lidocaine” and it was, like every other time she goes Doctor Mode, so deeply satisfying to watch

when she meets the two cops in episode 12, and can immediately tell they are having an affair and that the detective is pregnant, and despite the detective pleading with her not to tell a soul, the absolute MILLISECOND she is reunited with mulder, she spills the tea. and he is SHOCKED! <- arguably my favorite moment in the entire series so far

(and, to make the woman feel more comfortable, she confesses to also having had feelings for coworkers before which. elaborate on that, please)

but she really does care; when the detective ends up in the hospital, scully brings her a change of clothing <3

when she is so shaken by what she sees in episode 13 that she goes to the FBI’s onsite therapist; she’s too scared to tell mulder how she feels because “i don’t want him to feel like he has to protect me”

(as if there was ever going to be a choice; he is the protector and he Will protect, it's just his nature)

((and then later sobbing into his arms, realizing she doesn’t have to always put on a front))

toads start falling from the sky in episode 14, so she rationalizes that they likely came from a nearby tornado. this is a scully-approved theory.

they’re investigating a murder in the same episode, and a teenager starts pouring her absolutely horrific trauma out to both of them, scully holds her while she sobs into her jacket

honestly any time either of them know weird information, i love it. she says that it would take hours for a snake to eat a man and then weeks for it to digest in episode 14, and mulder makes some funny remark but it’s sooo endearing to me. she knows her snake facts.

then in episode 15, she notes poison in someone’s blood, but specifically that the poison comes from pufferfish eaten in Japan… girl i’m crying, she just knows stuff!

during that same case, they get rooms near each other like always, and she knocks on a door thinking it’s mulder’s. he doesn’t answer. she walks in and hears water running, so she just talks to him through the door to the bathroom. and i love this so much. i love that they are close enough to just walk into each other’s rooms and talk from behind the door while the other showers. it’s such married behavior.

working on the case in episode 16, we see her at home wearing a flannel, checking her computer, still serving looks but now giving casual

(and seeing the art she keeps on her walls- little postcards of beach scenes <3)

in the same episode, she knows mulder left to go get himself in trouble, so she bursts into skinner’s office to ask for help. but she feels bad for barging in on skinner, so she apologizes to him. which was very sweet.

when mulder is gone, she goes to his apartment to look for clues, and falls asleep on his couch

(and when X knocks on the door, she knows he is hiding something, and screams at him to tell her where he is)

this whole monologue from episode 17, which i loved more than life itself:

“several aspects of this case remain unexplained, suggesting the possibility of paranormal phenomena. but i am convinced that to accept such conclusions is to abandon all hope of understanding the scientific events behind them. many of the things i have seen have challenged my faith and my belief in an ordered universe, but this uncertainty has only strengthened my need to know, to understand, and to apply reason, to those things which seem to defy it”

(and that is just Her, isn't it? the need to understand, to rationalize. the worldview shaped on science- if she doesn't understand something, it's because a key piece is missing, and she'll find it. because the world Has to work that way, has to be bound by a greater logic, even if it is yet to be understood. to imagine otherwise would be impossible, to imagine otherwise would be to abandon hope in everything, and she cannot abandon hope)

((and maybe the idea that the world being something she cannot perfectly comprehend is a failing of her own understanding makes me a little emotional. but still))

she says that the whole loaves and fishes deal was a parable in episode 21; she is not a biblical literalist

(she then makes some sassy remark about things generating spontaneously, and mulder laughs in the corner. good to know he thinks she is funny)

every single time she answers the phone, she says “mulder, it’s me”, and idk i just think it’s so endearing

she thinks she might have been infected with a killer disease in episode 22, but mulder calls, so she tells him she’s okay and to take care of himself out there.... those are the last words she chooses, just in case they never talk again </3

and every time she says unsettling things, like “could be the residue of burnt human flesh” or “darkness covers a multitude of sins”, both in episode 23, i eat that up

reassuring her student who has just become a detective that she is doing just fine!!!

and then going to said student's funeral when things do not turn out fine... she loves her students that she taught for like 3 months so much :(

getting pulled aside by skinner and her bosses after mulder just acted wild in episode 25, and denying that she had seen any top secret files even though they say they will fire her if she lies lmaooo <- she is a ride or die!!!

but also going to his place, demanding assurance that she is doing the right thing by assisting him, and i love that. i love a character who will break all of the rules as long as they believe they are doing the thing that is morally Right, and that definition is so deeply her own, but she is committed to it, and she'll do anything to stick by it. and he just says something about getting the code that he wants broken, and despite how awful he's being, she goes through with it anyway because it's the Right thing to do.

later, her being the one to realize that mulder should not leave the house after his father was killed because he will be the prime suspect (he does not listen to this sound advice)

he stumbles into her place with a million degree fever, and she carefully lays him down in her own bed, despite the fact that he is soaked in his dead father's blood. and she takes care of him.

this one honestly deserves its own post because it is so incredible, but: shooting mulder with enough precision to get him to knock off his wild behavior that was going to make him look like he killed his dad, but not actually HURT him, then finding out krychek was putting LSD in his water, knocking him out, and driving 2 days to New Mexico to get him where he needed to be. AFTER he had been acting wild because he was inadvertently drugged, and had accused her of spying on him and being a traitor. that level of love is deep. very very deep. she is a Lover.

[novthewolf]

Hi!! Could you write for bella swan? Maybe the reader helps her find the dress for the dance? Or maybe the reader is in bellas place and goes to the dance with Edward? Thank you!!

Helping Bella find her prom dress would include :

- When you first heard the news about the prom, you weren't exactly that thrilled.

- That was until you considered going with a certain person... With deep brown eyes, long brown hair and snow-like skin.

- You knew Bella wasn't a prom person, so she would probably turn down any date. Which was both a great thing, since she wouldn't go with anyone. But also a stinging reminder that you had yet to have the courage to ask her out.

- But maybe you could convince me to go with you.. a night out between friends, just fun !

- That's when you decided to meet her first thing in the morning with a bright, almost cheeky smile.

- "Oh no.." She sighed the moment she saw you and you proceeded to babble the great idea of going to the prom together, as friends, of course.

- She insisted she didn't even have a dress, and you beamed with excitement and she knew she made a happy mistake.

- "Yes !" You had chirped, grabbing her hands and squeezing them tightly.

- "No." Bella repeated once again, face as blank as possible, despite her heart missing a beat at each squeeze.

- "Oh this will be so much fun ! I'll help you choose your dress ! And you will help me choose my outfit too !"

- She tried at first to dismiss you but at the sight of your giddy behavior, she simply rolled in fond annoyance.

- You didn't have a car, so you had to ask very nicely for her to drive you. In counterpart, you offered her the best car ride.

- During the whole time you sang with your best singing voice, guiding her through the town and overall drawing any adorable smile from her lips.

- Windows wide open, making waves with your arm, Bella joining you as she allowed herself to laugh fully. You looked at her pale arms shining under the sunlight, grinning

- She spotted your gaze and a faint blush grazed her cheeks. She smiled sheepishly and asked. "What..?"

- Caught red handed, you chuckled bashful and looked away. "Just thinking about what color will suit your blinding white skin."

- She rolled her eyes, and slapped your arm playfully. "Hey hands on the wheel, thank you." You scolded light-heartedly.

- Once you arrived, you had to drag her from store to store, much to her disdain. But she couldn't really be mad, not when you wrapped your hand around hers so warmly.

- At every store, you had her sit down and look through the hangers like a child in a candy store. Bella watched you pass around the boutiques, shaking her head and rubbing her temple softly as he laughed.

- The sellers watched you curiously and Bella had surprisingly no problem ignoring them, despite having some anxiety about being perceived.

- She just felt so free around you, like she could do anything without ever being judged or feeling ridiculous.

- At each dress you brought her, she felt her belly twist gently, loving how thoughtful you were. You even remembered her favorite color and was mindful of the length she felt comfortable in.

- When she was in the cabins, trying on the dresses, she couldn't help but wonder... how you would look next to her. It was actually one of her criterions to choose the dress.

- One of the dresses had the zipper in the back and as much as she tried, her hands just couldn't do the trick. So.. just ended up calling for you.

- "Y/N..?" The sound of her voice made you look up from the mountain of clothes your nose was buried in.

- "Yeah ?" You moved to the curtain. "Can you come on for a sec..?"

- A small sting lingered on your lips as you nibbled on them as your heart fluttered. "S-Sure.." You gulped and pulled the curtain open.

- Sighing in relief at the sight of her body fully dressed, you're not sure your cheeks could take that level of redness.

- The dress suited her so well. The long pleated skirt flowed down her deer like legs, a belt was implemented in the dress, covering the full waist and embracing it perfectly. And through the mirror you could spot how the wide straps led down to her chest, but you stopped your eyes before you overstepped.

- Bella caught the sight of your eyes following the trail of the open cut on the back of the deep blue dress down to her hips. Her breath shivered but she kept her gaze straight on the mirror.

- "Can you help me please..?"

- "Uh ? Yeah ! Yep, yep, yep..." I stumbled on my words and hurried to zip the dress up. Your knuckles briefly grazed the smooth skin of her back, causing goosebumps to spread across the milky surface.

- Bella froze at the contact, lips parting softly as she watched how focused you were on the zipper, your hair softly clouding your eyes and making you look.. a bit darker.

- "It really looks.. beautiful." You whispered, your breath making its way to the back of her neck.

- It really did. That was her favorite dress by far, even if maybe.. it had to do with you being in the picture. Like halo shining around the moon, highlighting the beauty of each other, without neither of them could ever shine to their brightest.

- However, someone outside the cabin called out. "If you are doing anything nasty I must ask you to leave !"

- Snapping out of the moment, you hurried out, flustered out of your mind. "W-We weren't doing anything !"

- Bella, tho flustered too, couldn't help but snort before bursting out in laughter. She changed back and exited the cabin to find you explaining yourself to the seller in a mush of sentences.

- She shook her head once again, tender eyes covering your form as she tightened her grip around the fabric.

- "Yeah... definitely the one.." She whispered to herself and smiled, coming forward toward you.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Evil Queen x Fem!AFAB!Reader ll Drabble

Plot: Your gentleman caller thinks you're being attacked by a goblin 🧝‍♂️ before his eyes. He doesn't know about you and your queen's escapades... not even the rumours.

*Inspired by Grumpy suggesting that she can turn herself invisible.

Warnings: This is VULGAR, guys. 'Ghost' sex, eating out, public sex, exhibitionism!!!, dubcon on your end (this is a whole surprise from her) and non con for your poor date. Horny lesbians this is for you.

You're out in the grounds on a walk with a possible suitor (one who obviously doesn't know about your dealings with the Queen. Not even the rumours. A foreign nobel), having stopped under a particularly pretty tree to talk - at a respectable distance from one another, -, when you feel it.

Soft lips on your neck. You're startled, eyes widening for a moment. What in the worl-

The lips, belonging to someone apparently invisible standing between you and the nobel talking on about grain to you, press another cool, lingering kiss on your neck before trailing more of them all the way up your neck- leaving heat all over your skin in their wake. Then theirs a hot breath on your ear and you're truy wondering whether possiblh a malevolent castle ghost, or a goblin or something equally devious and scary has taken interest in you- when Hilda's voice whispers ever so softly in your ear. So soft you almost mistake it for the wind.

"Don't react just yet, pet. Let him think everything is fine... "

The words make you nervous but excitement licks at your insides, too, like a flame; A very bad flame that you should put out. You should, you should, you will...

You can't. You've always been weak when it came to the wills of Grimhilde, your Queen. She could make you do anything far too easily, like some sort of siren. You let her teach you things, familiarise you with things... no Lady should know about.

Like how to kiss, and how to use ones lips and tongue on another lady under her skirts when its just the two of you, and the feeling of two wet 'pussies' gliding against eachother... not to mention that vulgar word... You can't help eagerly anticipating whatever she has in store for you right now. Even if it is a wholly innapropriate moment, and you feel terrified that this man will notice, or see something, and call you horrible names. Ruin your reputation. Ruin you.

As if the Queen hasn't already done that.

Except for your reputation, which is still intact by a loose string in this palace- if only because she handles the rumours. 'Gets rid of them'. How? You're not sure. And you're afraid to ask.

While Hilda continues to leave tantelising ghost kisses all over you, your jaw line and the little sensitive spot where your jaw ends just under your earlobe (There she sees it fit to glide her tongue gently, making you shiver when the breeze blows against the area), you try your best to listen to your date. He's talking about- what was he talking about again?? Oh god oh god!-

"Anyway- my apologies, I must be boring you. No one wants to talk about grain for an entire walk." Grain! Yes, it was grain! That was the topic! As Hilda moves over your chin and to the other side of your face and places a hand on your waist and you wonder shortly if her invisibility spell works on her clothes (or if she's naked right now), the nobel gives a lovely smile and nods. "What are you interested in? Do you read?"

Oh, he's kind. You feel bad for what's happening right now- but Hilda doesn't. Her hand starts to rub slowly up and down your side as she lathers you with kisses. "I do! U-um, recently I've been reading some old fables... a l-little childish, I realise, but they're in Portugese so I'm using them to, ah, learn."

"I think that's very admirable. What made you inclined to learn a foreign language?"

"I wish to travel. And, I figure, if I'm going to be there I should know how to communicate there." Hilda allows you to reply, before leaving a particularly sweet kiss to the corner of your lips. More then the corner. Almost half your mouth. You can't kiss back, though, even if you want to- that would surely be an odd sight.

"Very good." Your nobel date laughs, before going into another tangent- this time about Portugal. He's been there, apparently, and if you were listening you would be revited- but Hilda's kisses are straying down onto your throat. She sucks a little on her way down there before she gets to the neck of your dress, and you feel her smirk against your skin. If you didn't feel unbearably hot before, from the affections and the embarrassment, your skin would definitely boil now from the fluster. She's definitely doing this at least partly to torture you.

It's one of her favourite games.

When she starts kissing down your body, over the swell of your chest and down your corset area, your heart truly starts to beat hard in your chest. Like the wings of a bird fighting to stay in the air.

What is she doing!??

Your skirt is long, brushing against the beautiful green grass of the Queen's gardens (matching the gorgeous, magnificent trees you're under), so she can't possibly go any further!! The man with you would definitely notice!

Absolutely not. She wouldn't. That's too-

You feel breeze on your ankles that wasn't there before and the presence of a hand slpping up between your legs. Fingers rubbing one of your thighs.

The nobelman notices the slight lifting of your skirt, despite the lack of wind and the fact that your hands are far from your skirts, and raises a curious brow. "- I'm sorry, my lady, but there seems to be uh- some malfunction occuring with your dress... "

"Oh, um, I'm not sure- " How to lie about this.

The feeling of Hildas hand rubbing your thigh, along with all the kisses before (and, you'd hate to ever be made to admit it- but the danger of the situation as well) are making you feel familiar tingles in your lower area. A greasy slick is beginning to drench your thighs, and you can't take it!! A dark part of you wants her to continue whatever she's doing.

Make you come, right there.

In front of this man. Out in the open. You know it would be the biggest orgasm you'd ever experienced so far, the most pleasure she had shown you so far, even though you know you would be

Mortified.

And the damage to your reputation, by way of this nobleman, would be irreparable.

- Yet, you feel it in your soul, and between your thighs, that you want it.

... that doesn't mean you have to be slave to those feelings, though. You can stop this, you know it. You should.

Hilda can't possibly make you go through with this, can she?

Even though her fingers are now starting to stroke your dripping wet folds, your skirts raising up higher as they probably glide up her shoulder. You just know that she must look devious. Evil, as they call her in the villages.

... you're about to speak up again, suggest you both (you and your date) go back to the castle- but then something happens that makes your stomach completely flip. The nobleman's eyes blow open wide and he looks horrified.

"G- goblin! A goblin has you!!"

The nobleman grabs for his sword after Hilda pushes your skirts all the way up to reveal you to the outside world, but he's quickly shot with a spark of some kind of magic; sparks of fire erupting from the handle of his blade and causing him to drop it instead kf valiantly 'rescue' you. He goes to grab it again, hurried and clumsy, but another shot of magic makes him still.

"H- " You try to say Hilda, and the nobleman (fully conscious with his wide eyes stuck on you- or more specifically your glistening folds) probably thinks you were going to say help. But it doesn't matter either way, as that is the moment Hilda starts to play with your clit. A choked moan forces its way up through your throat, the sensation of her soft, dexterous fingers rubbing prompt circles in the middle of your folds- spreading your wetness all over your lips. Oh god!- oh fuck!

Your thighs beg to part more widely, give your Queen more room to rub you and finger you, make you cum, but you refuse them. No, no. This can't be happening. Fine, you will allow the man watching to think you're being attacked by an evil forest creature- but you won't spread yourself out before him and give yourself over. Even if it feels magical. No. You can't. You have to at least look like you're in distress! You must!

Hilda starts rubbing her finger in a line through your lips, stroking skilfully against your clit as if it were her own she were pleasuring. It's not, though. It's not her. Its you. She's using yours.

Before you can even think anymore, you feel her juicy wet tongue slide against your pussy, a hot flat stroke all over. A sigh slips out of you, your hips twitching.

Oh fuck- your eyes snap up to the noblemans as Hilda continues to lick you, taste you, take away your fucking sanity.

He's still watching, he saw your face change from horror to pleasure. His brows are furrowed in horror, concern and... confusion. Are you liking this!?? Being taken by a damn fae creature!?

You're so close to just giving in now, because how much worse can it really get with this guy, when Hilda's tongue dips between your delicious folds and her lips touch your delicate private skin. Her tongue is just as adept as her fingers, scooping into you and playing with your clit like a filthy whore would in a brothel (you would never tell her such a thing, but she's aware), and you completely give in.

Your feet step apart in order to make more room for your majesty between your wet thighs so she can kiss and fondle your hole even more with her tongue. She smirks once again into your skin and you hear a devious giggle; her fingers coming up between your thighs again and holding open your folds for her to abhse your hole more directly with her dirty, hungry tongue.

For the gentleman to see better, of course. You know thats what she meant, that's what she would say. At this point you're completely hers. She could make you do anything with her tongue deep in your hole like this, your pussy absolutely loving the feel of her fucking you with it in the open air, clear for this man to watch and see. You notice he has a bulge in his nice pants as well a damp spot, and you look away; closing your eyes.

He deserves a bit of respect. What you can give him, at least. Even if that's just pretending to not notice his arousal at your situation.

Before too long a finger slips into your hole instead of her tongue, digging in deep and stretching your walls so much better then her tongue could. You start moaning more frequently, rocking your hips onto her hand. She adds another finger, ripping you open so good, and then one more, and all 3 begin to thrust firmly in and out of your tiny squishy hole. Your moaning is unabashed now and you know the nobleman is seeing you stretched open in front of him but you can't bring yourself to care at all anymore. In fact- it might be making it feel better, that you're being watched- and wanted.

Your hips roll in the air and one of your hands dissapears into your hair; tugging at the strands and begging Hilda. Pleasepleaseplease. Makememakememakeme. Ijusywannacomeijustwannacome!

When her tongue comes back to you as well as her fingers, licking at your hard clit, you open your eyes a crack and see the man once more before you're sure Hilda will 'get rid of him' like she does all the rumours about you. He looks a terrible mess, caught between horror and lust, and it sends you over the edge.

One more hard thrust from Hilda, her curling her fingers inside you to rub viciously at your tight meaty walls squeezing her, hitting your sweet spot so beyond perfectly, and you come harsher than you ever have before.

[estro-gem]

Jax x Ragatha: Eyes

The Amazing Digital Circus AU: Oasis

Author's Note:

When he looks at me... and I look at him... and he looks at me... aNd I lOoK aT hIm - I'll stop now I was meaning to write about the other characters, but these 2 were stuck in my head! Blasted!

I craved fluff, so I give fluff. This is a simple, short and sweet scenario. It might take a bit for me to write again, but we'll see how it goes. Let's hope there's no mistakes in the grammar! No warnings; other than the fact that the characters belong to Gooseworx~

Sorry if I disappear for a while, I'll try not to make it too long. Final year degree stuff...

SUMMARY:

Ragatha hand-embroiders something under Jax's merciless stare.

Please enjoy!

EYES

Watching someone repeatedly poking a needle through fabric shouldn’t be so interesting.

Ragatha decided to blame it on the obvious; Jax was stuck in a digital world where every day was a chaotic deadline with the pressure of your whole family coming for a visit this coming evening and your house was still a mess, because you didn’t have the time or energy to clean it this morning, since your cat decided to shred the last toilet paper you had in you house and you had nothing to wipe with, thus it cost you an early trip to the store, but you missed the bus and it was raining, so you ditched the store to just walk to work, only to realize that you haven’t changed out of your pajama’s yet and you had no spare clothes, forcing yourself to attend a meeting with water dripping down your legs and you clothes sticking to your body.

That was oddly specific…

The point is that everyone craved some form of normalcy. Jax was allowing himself to just exist her presence, who was caught in the slow, tedious process of embroidering a purple piece of fabric by hand. He didn’t make an effort to keep a conversation going, but the ragdoll wasn’t bothered by it. Her hands tingled where his big eyes were fixated, watching intently.

They were situated on a two-seater couch that they randomly found back stage. It's been a while since the group first carried it out to place it off to the side, near the main area. It was rarely used, unless it was a scenario such as this one; Jax watching Ragatha embroider quietly.

At first, she thought that he was looking for an error to point out, or even just to mess with her by trying to make her self-conscious with his unblinking staring. To counter whatever she thought he had planned, she would just discard the fabric and thread, while she wasn’t too far into her progress. In doing that, this would be a practice trail to complete her embroidery project away from prying eyes in the future and she would have the satisfaction of seeing Jax’s face when he saw how unbothered she was losing her progress or messing up.

But the snarky comments never came.

That’s alright, Ragatha could work with that! He was just being patient, until she had something to show for her time and effort. Until her work was something of value to lose. It was only a matter of time before the bunny brought up his old schemes again, so in the meantime, she would just have to continue. She was actually making great progress; it was starting to really look like something.

Oh no…

Ragatha didn’t think that she would make it this far. What started as two big dilated, black pupils, evolved into two large golden eyes staring up from the purple fabric. She was currently hyper-focused on the black rim surrounding the brilliant golden sclera of the second eye, almost completing the set. It was coming on so nicely.

The doll wasn’t nearly as brave as she was before. She wanted to curse her patience with herself, with this project, with Jax being Jax...

A mysterious flush of heat and tingles dragged itself up the red-head’s face. She couldn’t understand why – she was annoyed, but she wasn’t angry. She wasn’t even human, so the sensations, though otherworldly, was not the strangest thing to happen to her – she could take and axe to the face without so much as a squeak – but it was still puzzling her. It was making her feel lightheaded, as she suddenly became very aware of her steady calm breathing and abruptly fumbled to consciously control it. It was like she was a flustered mess that suddenly forgot how to breathe. All her well-practiced hand motions briefly paused as there was a moment of deep contemplation.

The tingling heat instantly evaporated from her face, only to flare up onto her now frozen hands, hovering closely over the embroidery.

Ragatha almost twisted her neck with how quickly she whipped her sight to Jax sitting next to her.

She was probably hallucinating, but she almost believed that she saw him lean back slightly, as if reigning himself. The bunny was comfortably sitting back with his one arm hanging over the back of the couch they shared, bending his elbow to rest his cheek on his hand. If the doll shuffles closer, he would practically have his arm draped around her shoulders, and she would be able to rest her head in the crook of his neck.

His eyes were fixed on her hands that was now folded atop one another, covering the golden orbs she spent so long on. He didn’t look bored, per say, but he did sport his usual smug, unbothered expression. If anything, he looked content, but Ragatha knew Jax better than that. She could feel that the intensity of his gaze prickling over her now heated hands meant that he was deeply invested – interested. If she felt his eyes so prominently fixed on her hands…

Was he focused on her face before?

“Ya makin’ somethin’, Dollface?” Jax asked nonchalantly, lazily trailing his gaze up to her face. He was wearing that smug grin - and the poor dolly suffered the severe rush of heat bite into her cheeks again, desperately trying to focus. She missed the fierce flash in Jax’s eyes as she tried to keep her darn breathing steady; not quite able to just let it manifest naturally anymore – too slow, then too fast… then too slow…

“You tell me.” She bit back without thinking, “You’ve been staring this whole time.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes!” Ragatha huffed out, “What? Are you waiting for me to mess it up?”

“Only you could mess this one up.” Jax mused through his Cheshire grin, “I didn’t even touch you!”

“You didn’t have to touch me to make me- eh- nevermind!”

“To make ya what?” The sparkle in Jax’s eyes seemed to blaze into a raging fire. His eyes seemed to pin her down for a moment, before his tone suddenly shifted, "You give me too much credit, Doll."

Dangerous.

Jax felt dangerous when he was eyeing her like that. It’s a danger that Ragatha couldn’t help but get lost in, as she let out something between a huffy sigh and an incredulous cackle. Her hands were shaking. The tension was getting harder and harder to endure. When Jax was like this – when she was like this - they always ended up like gasoline on fire.

The doll would always somehow unintentionally, yet willingly tempt him by looking like his personal feast.

Jax would always somehow resist the urge to kiss her breathless.

“What exactly are ya makin, Raggs?” Jax strained his smile as he tore his gaze away from her siren-call she has for a face. Things must move along before the bunny does something he would instantly regret.

Ragatha took a few seconds to cool herself off, then followed the rabbit’s lead to look to the golden eyes she was embroidering.

“I wanted to make a plush.” She mindlessly trailed one finger along the rim of the eye, “I figured that I could embroider the face before cutting the fabric into the shapes I need. It's a bit upside down, since it'll probably by easier to stuff the plush first, but I didn't think this would turn out so well. It was meant to be a practice-run.”

“Those are my eyes.” Jax gave her a cheeky glance, “You miss me in bed or something?”

It was supposed to be a joke, but the doll decided, she had enough.

Screw it.

“I thought this would be a good alternative, yes.” Ragatha said plainly, effective shutting the rabbit up, as her voice seemed to wilt slightly, “I wouldn’t bother you as much. I know you don’t like me touching you.”

“Ragatha, I don’t like anyone touching me.” Jax turned to face her fully, tone shifted uncomfortably serious. He almost sounds upset.

Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. In attempt to save the situation, she kept het mouth shut. No more words.

Dolls are seen, not heard.

“Why me?” he asked, a simple question.

It only required a simple answer.

“I trust you.”

Ragatha wanted nothing more than to leave. She was embarrassed and uncomfortable; and she was convinced that Jax felt the same. She didn’t consider that she ripped his heart out of his chest by saying that.

She shouldn’t trust a snake...

Just when Ragatha got up to retreat to her room, she jolted upon feeling a desperate hand grab at the hem of her dress. She stood in place, but didn’t look at Jax. She wanted to forget that they had a conversation in the first place.

“Make me one when you are done with yours?” Jax spluttered out unplanned. There was a beat of silence, before the doll gave in to look at the bunny once again. At least he got her attention-

“Make you a plush… of yourself…?” Ragatha asked slowly, confused.

“Make me one of you.”

He had to be joking. There was no way that he would ask something like that and be serious about it, right? He would just wait for the moment she let her guard down to start laughing, right? Right?

The room just wailed in silence.

It weighed down his larger-than-life persona to dangle at his knees. Ragatha was dumbstruck as she searched his face for something wicked, only to find a troubled man stare back at her.

He was being sincere.

“Why me?” She asked, confused; a simple question.

It only required a simple answer.

“I trust you.”

Oasis: TADC AU list

Masterlist

[zodiactalks]

How HIGH MAINTENANCE Are the Zodiac Girlfriends

Dating a high-maintenance woman can be rather annoying. It takes her hours to be ready and she isn’t willing to go just about anywhere, she’s very picky about the way she spends her time.

However, they are also incredibly beautiful and have impeccable taste. If you’re willing to put up with a high-maintenance woman, you’re agreeing to pay a price to be able to date a woman who’s sure of herself and knows what she wants and needs.

It’s all down to preference, some people prefer to date down-to-earth women, and some are willing to keep up the pace of a more high-maintenance one. Her Zodiac sign can tell you all you need to know about her tendencies. Ask her when her birthday is and you’ll know all you need to know.

Aries

Aries women have a thirst for adventure and they want to be quick. They don’t want a ten-step beauty routine that will keep them from a spontaneous getaway or that it will take them half an hour, when they could be out the door in five minutes.

They are all about efficiency and being fast over looking the greatest, and they won’t miss out on an adventure because they are picky. They still have a couple of things they can be particular about, but they are overall easy-going and down-to-earth.

Level 3/10

Taurus

Taurus women love luxury. They like the very best they can afford, and they are often very smart with money. They are usually able to afford really nice things, at least in the areas that matter to them.

They will take their time applying their expensive makeup and skincare – if they won’t enjoy it, then what’s the point of spending so much money on it? They also like the very best food and places. They are among the most high-maintenance and they are not ashamed of it.

Level 8/10

Gemini

Gemini women are always up for an adventure. They are very open-minded and they usually don’t care about how they look. They are always up for trying an off-the-wall restaurant: the thought of being the first to try out the next best thing is very alluring to them.

They do have a sense of style that does take quite some time and that they won’t compromise. It takes them hours to look for inspiration, thrift in vintage stores and then style their clothes.

If you put some extra effort in your dates, regardless of how cool the places are, she’ll appreciate it. It’s not the same to take her to a cool underground bar that not a lot of people know about than to take her to the hospital café as an afterthought. Overall, though, she’s pretty chill.

Level 5/10

Cancer

Cancer women have a couple of beauty routines they will try to stick to no matter what, and they will always prefer to eat at home than trying out a strange restaurant. Besides that, they are pretty chill about how they look, and pretty forgiving about having a bad experience while going out.

If you get to know the things that are not up for negotiation, she will be pretty calm about the rest, and won’t mind trying out new things or taking less time to get ready if it truly means a lot to you.

Level 4/10

Leo

Leo women like to be the most beautiful woman in the room. They are very much aware that this takes time and effort, and they don’t mind putting it. If you can’t handle the two-hour wait, then it’s your loss.

They have enough self-confidence not to be ashamed by how high-maintenance they are, and this makes them magnetic and powerful. Don’t dream of taking her to an uncool or poor-quality place, either, it’ll be the last time you see her.

They are high-maintenance, they know it, and they use it to their advantage. They know all eyes are on them and they are not ashamed to shine.

Level 10/10

Virgo

Virgo women don’t get enough credit for how adaptable they are. They know their routines inside and out, which allows them to make small changes here and there so they can go alongside your plans. Change upsets her, but she can handle it like a pro nevertheless.

She is way more picky about where she goes out, but she gets a lot of points for being able to adapt her beauty routine to any circumstance and manage to look beautiful in record time.

Level 4/10

Libra

Libra women have great taste, and why wouldn’t they apply it to themselves? They always make sure their outfit looks like they’ve walked out straight from the runway, and their makeup, hair and skin always look flawless.

They also have a reputation to keep and they wouldn’t be caught dead at a place that isn’t nice and fashionable. She is high-maintenance for sure, but her beauty and her social intelligence make up for it in spades.

Level 10/10

Scorpio

Scorpio women are overall flexible. They know which steps of their beauty routine they are not willing to compromise on and what standards they must absolutely keep when choosing where to go out.

But they also know the extent they are willing to negotiate to keep their partner happy. They understand they can’t always get their way, so they are very strategic about it and they know when it is absolutely important to be high-maintenance.

Level 6/10

Sagittarius

Sagittarius women will always prioritize experiences and comfort over looking good or having a bad experience while going out. Their sense of adventure knows no bounds and they will always prioritize the thrill of the moment over everything else.

It honestly doesn’t get more low-maintenance than this, the real question is, can you keep up with her?

Level 1/10

Capricorn

Capricorn women are among the least high-maintenance. Don’t get us wrong: they definitely do like to have money and they like to spend it on great quality things and experiences.

However, they are usually not very fussy about their appearance and they are fairly open-minded about where they go for dinner. They’d rather go out and live their lives whenever they have some free time from work than getting overdressed or spending twenty minutes picking out a place to have dinner.

Level 2/10

Aquarius

An Aquarius woman creates the illusion that she isn’t high-maintenance or picky at all. According to her, her beauty routine only has the bare minimum steps and she’s not picky at all.

But she does like to have a unique appearance and style, and, ironically, it ends up taking her a long time to keep up with this unique, edgy style. She also has a unique taste when it comes to going out.

She won’t be caught dead at the popular joint, and would rather hang out exclusively at off-the-wall bars and other bohemian places. In short, she’s pretty high-maintenance indeed, but she will never admit it.

Level 7/10

Pisces

Pisces women like a few luxuries in her life. They are very generous and they don’t mind sharing what they have, but they do like the good things in life if they can have them.

They also turn to pampering or splurging as a way to soothe their emotions – after a hard day at work, she might turn to a decadent bubble bath or an online shopping spree. Even though she’ll make an effort for you if it really means a lot to you, she isn’t much of an adventurous eater, either.

Level 8/10

Do you agree with our list?

Would you rank Aries women higher or Leo women lower?

Was your own sign accurate?

Do you prefer to date a high-maintenance woman or do you prefer someone who’s more down-to-earth?

Tell us in the comments!

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Hi, it's the same anon who requested the yandere annie x fem reader! The oneshot you wrote was absolutely exquisite and amazing!

Could you write a part 2 for it? Basically Bertholdt is unconscious/in a coma for a couple of weeks after the attack on him by Annie, which allows Annie to start gathering up courage to ask the reader out. But on the day she is ready to confess to the reader, Bertholdt wakes up!

Reiner, who is there when he wakes up, gets told the truth on what happened and Bertholdt asks him to tell the reader everything.

When Reiner tells the reader, she gets upset and confronts Annie about it all. Annie admits it and reader feels betrayed and tries to leave her, but Annie won't allow that.

(I understand if you don't want to do this, its completely fine!)

Crush Killer (pt2)

Yandere! Annie Leondhart x Female Reader

Weeks passed by from the incident and after school Y/N would constantly visit Bertolt with Reiner if he didn’t have practice. Annie, being the introvert she was, decided not to go as she claimed it was too crowded with his family and friends.

”I miss Bertolt so much..” Y/N mumbled as she walked into the canteen. “I didn’t even get to tell him-“

”Tell him what?” Annie asked as she turned her head towards Y/N.

”H-huh. Oh it’s nothing Annie, you should come with me to visit Bertolt.” Y/N suggested as she sat down at a table.

”No.. you already know how crowded Hospitals are. Besides his family are always there and he’s got a lot of visitors.” Annie muttered. 

“Oh right, sorry Annie.” Y/N apologised as she rubbed her neck awkwardly.

“Also, I thought we were going ice skating today. We’ve been planning this for a month but then you kept visiting him.” Annie said.

”Oh right! I guess I’ll skip today’s visit just for you Annie.” Y/N said as she clasped her hands together. “I’ll wear these cute earmuffs that I bought recently!”

”Mhm that’s nice. We’ll go to that milkshake place that you wanted to try too.” Annie mumbled shyly.

”Really?! But I don’t want you to spend so much money on just one trip.” Y/N said.

”I-it’s fine.. I’ve been saving up a lot too so you don’t need to worry about it.” Annie replied. The duo talked together until the bell rang for next period. After school, Y/N rushed home to get changed and quickly met up with Annie at the park.

”Y-you look nice.” Annie stuttered as she looked away and rubbed her neck.

”Thanks Annie! You look nice too in casual clothes, blue suits you!” Y/N said before dragging her into the bus. After a while they reached their destination and walked the rest of the way to the Ice Skating Rink. Putting on the shoes and walking onto the ice, Y/N stumbled a bit before regaining her posture only to slowly drift off to the middle of the rink.

”ANNIE!” Y/N called out as Annie put on her shoes. “HELP ME!”

”Y/N?” Annie asked to herself as she looked up and saw her drifting off. “Y-Y/N!”

Quickly skating across the ice rink, Annie grabbed Y/N’s hand before rubbing them against her own.

”You’re hands are cold. You’ll get sick.” Annie said as she continued rubbing them together.

”Let’s skate like this!” Y/N suggested before dashing off, failing to control her speed until Annie stepped in again. The day went on as they circled around the rink, talking about whatever they could until the clock read out 17:03.

”We should get going to that Milkshake Shop! It’s going to be closed in an hour.” Y/N mumbled as she slid to the exit and took her ice skating shoes off, replacing them with her normal ones.

“Let’s get going Y/N.” Annie muttered as she hot up and walked beside Y/N. Reaching the store, the duo left after they had ordered their drinks and payed.

”Mmm! This is really good Annie, thanks for taking me.” Y/N thanked as she sat down in the bench.

”No problem, I had fun with you.” Annie mumbled shyly as she sipped her drink. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something…”

”What is it Annie?” Y/N asked.

”The reason I wanted to do his was because I li-“ Annie began to say until Y/N’s phone began ringing.

”Sorry give me a second..” Y/N said as she fished out her phone from her pocket. “What’s Reiner calling me for?”

Answering the phone, Y/N listened to what Reiner frantically talked about, making Y/N change emotion mid way. Side eyeing Annie, Y/N shifted in her seat uncomfortably before hanging up on Reiner.

”What happened Y/N? Is he asking you to walk with him to school tomorrow? You know what happened last time, just tell me and I’ll help.” Annie quickly said.

”It’s not that..” Y/N said as she got up, Annie standing up as well. 

“What is it Y/N? Why are you acting so scared around me?” Annie asked.

”Where were you when Bertolt was sent to the Hospital.?” Y/N asked quietly.

”I-I was with you!” Annie stuttered. “Why are you asking this?!”

”No, you were with me in the last 5 minutes of lunch.” Y/N stated. “You were with Bertolt,”

”No I didn’t Y/N.” Annie retorted. “I didn’t do anything to that tall bastard, I didn’t crack his head open!”

”Annie.. I never said what happened to him.” Y/N mumbled as she back away from Annie. “You’re the reason he’s in Hospital. You’re a monster-“

”No!” Annie almost cried out. “I did it to protect you, I love you Y/N but all you want is Bertolt. All you ever do now is talk about him, I bet if we didn’t have plans you’d be with him till night!”

”Its be better than hanging out with a traitor! You tried to kill him! Get away from me, you sicko!” Y/N screamed as she stated the other way, only to be tackled.

”I’m not letting you leave me! Not for that bastard. Not to tell the police either.” Annie grumbled as she clasped a hand over Y/N’s mouth.

[mixelation]

more rotating on this post: kakashi dating a civilian OC who has no idea he's a ninja

original proposed concept is they "meet" via icha icha fanzine. i bothered @tozettastone and they suggested that OC be a cosplayer. what does icha icha cosplay even look like? you ever seen IRL naruto coplay that's like "naruko but she wears a miniskirt and fishnets and a lot of makeup." or like fanart of kakashi where he's wearing a bellyshirt for no reason other than to show off his abs. like that, plus some very over-the-top traditional clothing for undercover work and civilian characters. everyone has off the shoulder kimono that show off cleavage and magically stay up, etc

anyway, i can't really see young!kakashi (like 18-19-20?) actively participating in fandom. but maybe he finds a zine somewhere and starts collecting them, like a pre-internet lurker. it's his coping mechanism, okay. he likes fanart. he likes bad fics. and then our lovely OC who's also 19 and fresh to being allowed in the porn section is like: I MADE THE BEETLE WING HAORI HERE'S A PHOTO. there's a note about her sorting through thousands of beetle wings to get the right colors, and also what a nightmare they are to sew, and also what should she try next, mail me here??? and Kakashi is like: oh wow, this person is insane. i have just the challenge. <3

(OC's additional notes on the haori: no one should ever do this again. just don't. you'll regret it)

kakashi is not the only person to write her suggestions, but he IS the only one to suggest something that's actually technically difficult to make, which is what she wanted. so they start swapping letters where she sends him progress updates on this insane thing she is making. he finds this mildly amusing until about a month out from the next con when her letters abruptly turn insane. she WILL premier this cosplay there even if it kills her-- listen if her wig guy isn't up to snuff she'll just LEARN HERSELF--

and listen kakashi isn't going to FALL IN LOVE but this level of commitment is something he can appreciate.

OC sends him a letter about the con (her very first one!!) and going to a con is not something he has any interest in, but like. he is curious to know what they're like, and it's nice to like? have? a friend??

they trade letters for years without actually talking about their personal life much. kakashi is not creative (no writing fic, no fanart, no cosplay, etc) but he IS really good at analysis. you need every detail on naoki's civilian outfit in paradise? he's got you. you don't understand wtf the text is talking about when it describes a weapon? he'll draw you a diagram (and not mention he knows what jiraiya is talking about because it's based on a real thing that was popular for like a month during the third war).

this goes on for years. oc lives in a small town in a little border country with no ninja, and her family runs a clothes shop, and she's deeply bored of making and altering shirts. she has a frustrating life in a very mundane way-- she dates a few guys and doesn't marry any of them and her family gives her grief. she moves to a slightly bigger city and can't get a job doing what she wants (making high-end luxury clothes and/or just insane fashion) and ends up working at a general store and doing minor alterations as a side gig to fund her hobby. she doesn't get to travel around and do cool things as much as she dreamed as a kid. she skips some cons because she doesn't always have the money and also there's a weird guy who'd been low-key stalking her. she tries selling little pre-made costume pieces at a con and doesn't even break even. only a handful of these details make it into her very serious discussion with kakashi about how the many details the icha icha miniseries got wrong

kakashi is.... being kakashi. obviously he doesn't write to her about all the assassinations he's been doing or whatever. but he doesn't mind when OC hints at her own boring problems. it's kind of nice, actually, to know there's people out there having boring problems? anyway one day she complains her landlord won't let her get a dog and he mails her a polaroid of a random dog he met in a park.

i'm thinking around the time of just before canon starts is about when kakashi is at a place where he's like..... okay with sharing some personal details? like he doesn't say a LOT but he realizes it actually feels really nice to write to someone that he's annoyed the store stopped selling his favorite pre-rolled sushi. the letters get sent more frequently and the conversation escalates at a slow, tedious pace. kakashi sends more dog pics. he tells her that he was so exhausted after work that he considered eating dog treats instead of cooking, and this feels like a very big deal to him

her: PLEASE tell me it was at least the fancy kind that look like cookies

him: obviously i would only buy the highest quality treats for my dogs

her: dogS?

kakashi: (ignores this question in the next letter)

kakashi checks his mail everyday now and he's like. oh no my feelings. but also she's in a whole other country and only exists to him in letters and that feels.... safe, somehow.

they met via a club for porn books so they don't "get together" so much as one of their very academic discussions of kink in icha icha violence suddenly turns into deeply sexual letters that have nothing to do with icha icha. there's still their normal conversation but then it's also like "if you were here now, this is what i would do to you--"

OC has been pretty good at not prying into Kakashi's life and she's very understanding of team seven making kakashi's life insane (she's under the impression her got an apprentice for whatever his job is) but she starts bugging him for a photo. kakashi is very against this at first, but then sasuke leaves and naruto leaves and sakura runs off with tsunade and suddenly he has a lot of free time and a big gaping hole in his social life. and like. he DOES really like her. they MIGHT be dating? definitely they have a thing going. so instead he asks if she wants to meet in person

OC agrees but she goes into it VERY nervous. she figures he didn't want to give a photo because he's embarrassed about his appearance, and she doesn't care what he looks like, but what if he lied about other things? what if she walks a whole day to this resort town and he's a weirdo or gross or stood her up?? but she puts on her big girl pants and also her push-up bra and goes

she wasn't actually going to sleep with him for their first meeting but it turns out he is like. hot. and talks just like his letters. and also it's way cheaper to just share one hotel room-- kakashi are you SURE you won't couple cosplay--