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spacebobastories · 3 months

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Treat you Right

Mafia!Köing x OC

Author’s note: *deep sigh* you know that feeling of wanting to write any thought in your head? Yeah, that’s what this is. Idk if I want to make this a mini series or not, but it’s definitely more of an indulgence than anything else. A self-insert if you will. Cause I was at work and I was like “why not just make a self insert series?” Idk, I like have to get this out of my system.

So, it’s a self insert meaning…well me! It’s set in the modern times and well, it’s about Mafia!Koing who wants a sugar baby. Look, this might be stupid but I cannot stop thinking about it and I can’t really draw or I would be drawing Mafia!Koing all the freaking time lol.

Warnings: none that I can think of. Except my thirsty ass wanting Koing 😂 so maybe some light NSFW on my part.

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*I knew this was a stupid ass idea.* Alicia thought as she sat awkwardly at the bar. The club was loud, hot, and smelled of sex and too much liquor. She was definitely out of her element as she sat at the bar, trying to not break down and cry from overstimulation and anxiety. Her friends that she came here with left her at the bar because she didn’t want to dance, too awkward and shy to even dance. The woman wasn’t exactly…small. Alicia was fat, she had a large stomach that slightly hung down, big thighs that became bigger when she sat down and arms that were flabby.

Did she try and work out and do all those diets, you bet your ass she did. She tried hard, but it was never enough. And with her five days straight of working at retail, it was hard to find the time. Especially since she worked night shift. Alicia was very much an introvert, a homebody. Preferring to stay at home and play games on her PC. So *why* was she here? Because she wanted to check the club box on her bucket list.

Growing up, the woman never really had friends. In fact, it was hard for her to make friends as she liked things that were typically for ‘nerds’ Anime, video games, wrestling, etc. So, going out and making friends was hard, especially since she didn’t really know how to talk to people. It has gotten much better since she graduated high school and college, making some friends but it never lasted after school. She had one best friend, but he was a complete asshole most of the time and while she loved to spend time around him, he was a guy. And she never really had any girl friends.

So coming out with friends from work was supposed to be a brilliant idea…until it wasn’t. She was uncomfortable with people touching her she didn’t know, uncomfortable in large crowds. It was like she didn’t really know how to…interact with others. Men usually didn’t want to talk to her because of how quiet she was…but she also had an idea as to why they didn’t look at her. Because she was unattractive. No man wanted to be with a bigger girl. The brunette looked more like her dad, he’s African American, dark skin and thick hair. Although he’s bald now, but she got his height, hair thickness and his smile. Her eyebrows are naturally thick, thicker than most but she likes them as it fits her face. Her mother is Puerto Rican, Alicia had her eyes and personality. As her mother was more introverted than her father.

Alicia had actually went out of her comfort zone to be here. She got all dolled up with new goddess braids that stopped at her mid back, make up and nails done. She even shaved *everything.* The miniskirt stopped at her mid thighs, but was riding up more as she sat on the stool. The top was just a regular black shirt, but the sleeves were short and it showed off a little of her belly. They were a little uncomfortable as she wasn’t used to wearing them along with the black kitten heels. But she wanted to look good and when she looked in the mirror earlier, she had confidence. But now…Alicia swallowed thickly, holding back tears of frustration and self pity. She was fed up with being left out and while she didn’t mind it some times, having it happen all the time was mentally draining.

Alicia sighed deeply, fidgeting with the half empty glass. She had one fruity drink but that was about it, not really feeling up to drinking anymore. *Might as well text James to pick me up.* she thought with a frown, knowing he was going to say “I told you so.” She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, already feeling her throat start to tighten as she was close to tears.

“Why the sad face, kleine Maus?” A voice beside her made the woman flinch and she quickly looked to her right, only to gasp lightly as she had to look up at the tall man before her. The man standing beside her was quite *large.* He looked to be standing around 6’10, making her crane her neck to even look at him. The black suit he had on hugged his body in all the right places and she felt her mouth water at the thought of touching those large arms of his. He had a black surgical mask over his mouth, hiding most of his face. But, what really drew her in were his eyes. They were this gorgeous brown, almost black color that looked at her with…softness? Maybe something else, she couldn’t tell. He had dark brown hair which was shaved a little on the sides, making the top of his hair stand out. It had a nice look to it.

“O-oh! Um, do I look sad?” She stuttered out stupidly, not expecting anyone to even talk to her. This was the first man that had came up to her in the entire hour she was here.

He nodded lightly, eyes crinkling lightly and she knew he was smiling under the mask.

“Ja. I noticed you sitting here by yourself. Why is a pretty little thing like you by yourself?” She felt herself flush and tense, not really knowing what to say or do.

“Oh, um,” she had to look away from him and back down at her glass. “Kind of got left behind by some friends. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a club.” She had to project her voice a bit as the music was still pounding loudly above.

“Mm, then they aren’t your friends.” He moved to sit down beside her and she clenched her hand around the glass. *Crap, he’s sitting down next to me! What do I do?!* she panicked as she awkwardly kept her gaze on her glass.

“Ah, I don’t think so! They just wanted to dance and I didn’t want to so…yeah.” She lamely finished and cringed slightly. *I am such a lame. Can’t even talk to a cute guy…* she thought as she swallowed thickly.

“You are a very beautiful woman. You should have men swarming you.” Alicia couldn’t help but scoff softly, shaking her head lightly.

“Nah, if that were the case, I would have tons of guys numbers.” She muttered and glanced over at the man, feeling her heart skip a beat as he still had his eyes on her.

“I’m Köing.” He reached out with his big hand and she stared at it for a moment before turning and placed her hand in his.

“I’m Alicia, it’s nice to meet you, Köing.” Her breath hitched and she stared at him in pure shock as he lifted her hand to his clothed mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“And it’s a pleasure to meet a woman as yourself. Would you like to go somewhere more quiet so we can talk?” Warning bells were going off in her head as she watched him, but that was just her paranoid self talking. He hadn’t done anything to make her uncomfortable. She nodded her head lightly “Sure!” She hoped she didn’t come off as eager, not really expecting anything out of it.

Köing stood up and helped her down from the stool. He placed a hand on the middle of her back, keeping her close as he guided her to the VIP section of the club and Alicia honestly couldn’t believe she was coming here. *Don’t people who have money come here?* thoughts moved through her head a mile an hour as she quickly glanced at the bodyguards who opened the red rope for them.

“Much better, I can hear your beautiful voice now, Alicia.” She liked the way he said her name, her heart beating fast and hard against her chest as she wiped her sweaty palms.

“Yea-yeah! It is much quieter back here.” She couldn’t help but stutter out of nerves as she was lead to a large booth. The VIP section was a little further in the back, but still could be seen from the bar. So, it wasn’t like she was in a closed off section.

“Um,” she started as she sat down, cringing at the leather against her thighs. Köing hummed softly, listening to her and she shifted nervously beside him.

“I ah…don’t really like…” she huffed softly, trying to get her words out “I’m not really like…a hooker or anything. So, I don’t really feel comfortable doing anything…” she had her purse in her lap, fidgeting with the white strap.

Köing was quiet as he looked down at her with surprise before he snorted and laughed. It was a nice, loud laugh and it made her jump in surprise. “Oh kleine maus, I didn’t bring you back here for that! I really did want to talk to you.” He laughed as he reached out to place a hand on her lower back.

Alicia stared up at him with surprise and slight disbelief. “Really?” She asked, feeling a little silly she even had to bring that up.

“Really. Unless you really wanted to do anything. I’m just here to talk.” He chuckled and she let out a deep sigh, relaxing more next to him.

“Oh, okay.” She smiled and he smiled down at her, his hand still on the small of her back, it was warm.

“Do you want anything to drink? Or eat?” He asked and she realized how hungry she actually was.

“Oh yeah, I can definitely eat.” She said and he chuckled as he nodded his head. “Alright, you can order anything you want.”

“And she completely lost her shit because we couldn’t let her out the front door.” Alicia laughed as she leaned against Köing who chuckled at her story. “She sounded like such a bitch.” Alicia snickered and nodded her head.

“She was! All because she couldn’t go out through the front door, even though two managers had to tell her the doors only open one way.” She sighed out while snuggling more into his side. He smelled so good and she felt so comfortable around him. “Why don’t you look for another job?” He asked and the brunette sighed deeply, shaking her head lightly.

“I haven’t found anything. I’ve been applying and no one gets back to me.” She looked down at his arm around her waist and she reached down to take his hand, placing her hand against his. “So big…” she muttered and smiled as he closed his fingers with hers.

“Do you need any help?” His voice was quiet and she tilted her head to look up at him, surprise swirling in her eyes.

“Help? Like…money wise?” She asked and immediately thought of him becoming her sugar daddy. But then that would mean giving him sugar. She really wasn’t used to giving anyone kisses or anything. She kind of was a virgin, she knew of masturbating but it was more of clit orgasms.

“Yes, you don’t have to accept it now, just think about it.” He said as he leaned down to place a covered kiss on her cheek. She felt her cheeks become warm and shyly looked away. “Okay…um I’ll think about it.” She looked down as her phone began to ring and it was James.

“Oh my god! I didn’t realize how late it was!” She gasped, finally realizing the club was close to closing and James was waiting for her.

“You know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.” He said and she laughed lightly, answering her phone.

“James! I am so sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was….yeah, I’m okay! I met someone. No! Asshole…yeah you can come pick me up now. Mhm…talk to you soon.” She hung up and sighed, not wanting to leave Köing so soon. “I really thought this night would be horrible…but it was nice. I had fun talking with you.” She smiled and felt a shiver go down her spine as those thick fingers went under her chin and lifted her head to look at him.

“And I had a nice time too, liebling. May I have your number?” He asked and she could hear the nervousness in his voice.

Alicia smiled and nodded her head “of course you can.” She happily said as she looked away and grabbed her phone, putting his name and gave her phone to him.

Alicia hummed happily as Köing gave her phone back, his phone number now in her phone. “He should be here in five minutes.” She said as she began putting her shoes back on then snuggled back up against Köing who chuckled softly.

“You’re so cute…can I kiss you?” He asked and she looked up at him, heart pounding against her chest. She swallowed thickly and nodded her head “yeah, you can.” She whispered and watched as he reached up to pull down his mask.

Now with his face fully exposed, she saw that handsome, with a Roman nose and a scar above his lip. “Wow…you’re so handsome…” she breathed and let out a small sound as he cupped her cheek. She was a little nervous, not really knowing what to do.

“Relax, kleine Maus, I’m not going to bite.” She gave a nervous giggle as she sat up a little, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“Sorry…not used to being held this way.” Her voice was soft and he smiled.

“I’ll treat you right, Alicia.” She closed her eyes as their lips met, it was odd at first since she hadn’t kissed someone…ever. It was her first kiss, so she was getting used to it.

The woman made a soft sound as he pulled her onto his lap, she sighed in the kiss, shifting on his lap to become more comfortable. Their lips moved together in a dance only they would know and she liked it. She reached up to loosely wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, a soft giggle escaped her as he pulled her even closer. Alicia pulled away after a few seconds and bit her lip, looking up at him with a small smile.

He looked down at her like she was the only woman in the world and she liked that look. A lot.

“Wow…that was amazing. Can…I have another kiss?” He chuckled and leaned down to capture her lips in another soft kiss, holding her close to him. Alicia did feel him shift beneath her, gasping softly as she felt hips bulge press against her clothed pussy. She pulled away and looked up at him with surprise and he was actually blushing but didn’t look away.

“Sorry, libeling. You’re so beautiful and soft I can’t help it.” Alicia swallowed again as she could feel the warmth shooting straight to her pussy but decided this was definitely not the place for her first time.

“It’s okay, can we stop here?” She asked and was grateful when he nodded his head and let her get off of him.

“I’m sorry, I…want to get to know you better before I go any farther. But I do like the kisses.” She happily said as she fixed her skirt and stepped back as he stood up. He smiled down at her and leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“I understand. I don’t want you to think I’m just using you. I would like to get to know you better too.”

Alicia was giddy all night as she finally got home, humming happily as she laid in bed with her large squish mellow next to her.

Köing ended up giving her $500 in cash just because he had fun with her. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when he gave it to her, she wanted to give it back saying it was too much, but he insisted.

*so he is my sugar daddy I guess?* she thought as she rolled over and held her squishmellow to her chest, yawning widely as she began to drift off. But her phone dinged and she turned around to grab it off the night stand.

Köing ❤️: I had a lot of fun tonight, liebling, when are you free next?

Me: me too, Köing! I’m free Sundays and Mondays since I work Tuesdays through Saturdays. Retail sucks :(

Köing ❤️: aw, I know, libeling, but we can do something Sunday. I can take you out to a restaurant downtown.

Me: that sounds like a lot of fun! How does 1 sound for you?

Köing ❤️: ja, that is perfect. I’ll see you Sunday. Sleep well, Alicia.

Me: you too Köing!

Alicia placed her face in the pillow and squealed, kicking her feet on the bed. She couldn’t believe this was happening! This Sunday she would be going out with Köing. “Wait…! I need something cute to wear. Mmmm, I’ll call in tomorrow to go shopping.” She yawned as she plugged her phone back up and turned over. This was one hell of a night, she was glad she got out of her comfort zone and went to the club.

What do you guys think? Should I make a second part or even make it into a mini series? I honestly don’t know lol.

#writing #self ship #writerslife #oc community #original character #oc #Koing #koing x self ship #Koing cod #cod #mafiakoing #mafia #im just a girl #just putting this here

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goddamnwebcomics · 2 years

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Alright. So what are the best character designs you've encountered in a webcomic? It can't all be bad.

Oh sure, this time I'll go in no particular order. Let me start with the most obvious.

1. Matt from Gene Catlow

I may be biased but Matt is a character design masterpiece, he's got a simple yet effective design that captures his personality as a self-serving schemer. His appearance is very much inspired by Cassius from Kimba the White Lion, making him appear as a vicious panther-like cat as opposed to Gene's tomcat design. Matt is also sexy despite not being conventionally attractive, but part of that is thanks to the wide range of emotions Matt goes through. He is the most emotional character in this comic, and his expressions come off as natural due to how flexible his face is. He can look adorable in one panel and scary as hell in the next. You can tell Albert put a ton of care in Matt's design. It didn't start out perfect, hell, it didn't even look like him at all, but eventually, he became the design masterpiece he is now.

2. Dr. Universe from Spinnerette

While Krawniverse is an annoying objectivist self-insert, I think he has a great design. The mad scientist look that is eyecatching from the get go. He also does look somewhat like a normal human being when he's in a civilian outfit, but he looks so much more interesting as the mad scientist. I went with the black jacket he wore at the beginning of Fat Spinny arc as my favourite look for him.

Demikhov does also deserve a shoutout for being a russian remix of Universe's design.

3. N.O.S. from Console Girl

Of course the best character from Console Girl also has the best design, it really sucks that every other console's design prioritizes author's fetishes or cosplay instead of giving them an unique outfit that have the colors of console on the forefront. N.O.S. not only looks great, she can go from elegant to psychotic in the blink of an eye. Her grey skin also makes more sense than with Vibibi because it's part of the CONSOLE's color. She also looks oddly cute when she doesn't do the mad eyes.

4. Sir Ari from Kit n Kay Boodle

It's a snake with a top hat. Sometimes less is more.

5. Celesto Morgan from Dominic Deegan

This is another biased choice but of all the characters in Deegan Celesto has the best design, he has a consistent hairstyle and his design is the perfect foil for Deegan. He started off as Szark/Lady Szark's lover who later became the truth-spitting edgelord we all know and love. I also like how his eyes glow black instead of white, which probably fits the seers more. Anytime shit is about to go down Celesto will show up, but he also might show up to bang some chick.

6. Stealth from Alien Dice

Yes, Stealth is also in the best design list, more specifically her old design. Even if Tiffany has learned to draw the new Stealth, the old design is just so much superior. I think Stealth's old design may be my favourite of all the dice designs as rest of them are either malformed animals or discount Digimon. She looks like what you expect alien cat to look like with green large eyes, two tails and hypnotic fur pattern. Can you imagine what the evolved forms would've looked like if she never got whitewashed? Just...keep the human hair out.

7. Alejandra Coldthorn from Las Lindas

Chalo's art and Las Lindas as a whole peaked during Alej's revenge, originally she was just another big booby cow with tight office clothes but when she plotted the insane scheme of ruining Mora's life she became both fashionable and threatening at once. I love her brown jacket and her much more menacing demeanor. Makes you think she's gonna play the World's Most Dangerous Game with Las Lindas residents. Of course that didn't last long, but damn, Alej was so fun to watch during this time and her design here was the cherry on top of the cake.

8. Bloodcrow from Spinnerette

We end on another Spinnerette character. Bloodcrow is a tragedy because when he isn't wearing that stupid Birdman of Alcatraz mask he looks actually really sexy even with his facial scars. He's also built great like damn. Now I kinda wish I could riff that porn co-OKAY I STOP.

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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱?

〈Kenma and Kuroo stumble across your tumblr page, which exposes somethings they did not expect from their kitten. Guess it’s time to turn your fantasies into a reality.

𖤐 Genre: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI

𖤐 Pairing: Kuroo x Kenma x Fem!Reader

𖤐 Word Count: 6.9k 😅

𖤐 Warnings: BDSM elements, bondage, rope, ballgag, poly relations, daddy and sir titles used, spanking, praise, oral (fem! receiving) use of a vibrator, squirting, overstimulation, mentions of sub drop, a bit of a bimbo reader <3, loads of aftercare, reader is referred to as “they/them” but has fem anatomy!

❦ hello hello everyone! So this piece is hella self Indulgent!! hehe it was actually a self insert before but knew it would fit perfectly with the theme of the lovely @anime-nymph collab theme of firsts~ so Enjoy you subbing for kuroken for the first time hehe!! I didn’t include fucking in this because— well I just didn’t BUT! Maybe in a part 2~ lemme know what y’all think! Also I didn’t get this betaed so lemme know if I missed anything or if there’s anything wrong! <3

You were slipping your shoes on at the front door, glancing up right in time as your boyfriend pressed a kiss into your cheek. “Text us when you get there okay baby?” Kuroo said softly, a smile on his face as he placed a few gentle pats on your head. You looked up at him with a grin, nodded and slipping on the red jacket— Kuroo’s old Nekoma jacket you claimed to be vintage— over your shoulders.

“Will do! Hinata and Kageyama said they’ll meet me at the station so I won’t ride the whole way alone~” you reassured, pressing one final kiss to your grinning man before you gripped the door handle. “Bye Kenma Cat!” You called out, before blowing a kiss to Kuroo (who happily caught it) and slipping from the front door. Kuroo sighed softly before slight annoyance showed on his features.

“You couldn’t get off your game long enough to say bye to our pretty baby?” Kuroo called out to Kenma, who was still in their shared bedroom. Last Kuroo had seen him he had sat down on the desk in there, preparing the spot for one of his live streams.

“Tetsurou, come here.” That was all he got in response. This annoyed Kuroo even more, brow twitching as he made his way to the room. He opened the door a bit too aggressively, shocking himself rather than Kenma who just stared wide-eyed at the screen.

His cheeks were flushed, tongue reaching out to lick his lower lip as he nudged his head. “C’mere, look at this.”

“What the hell is up with you Ko—“

Oh.

Pulled up on the screen was a Tumblr page. The page had an edgy aesthetic, mixed with light pastels and a bit of softness. But that’s not what Kuroo’s eyes focused on. Instead, they focused on the many pictures of well— they were lewd, to say the least.

Pretty pink ball gags and matching cuffs, girls wearing leather collars, collar bones lined with love bites. Panties with the word “Daddy” on them, prompts that he assumed were just as filthy as the pictures. Kuroo blinked, feeling his own cheeks heat up a bit just like Kenma’s before he came to.

“Who’s— what is this?”

“Y/N’s. It’s Y/N’s Tumblr.”

That made his cheeks flush again, a little darker this time. He blinked, looking down at Kenma.

“What?”

“This is Y/N’s Tumblr.” Kenma had to say it again, eyes finally breaking from the screen to look at Kuroo. The look he gave him was all the black-haired male needed before a snort erupted from him.

“No fuckin way, lemme see.” He was quick to nudge at the rolling chair, scooting Kenma back a little so Kuroo could scroll through the page himself. It was endless. The more Kuroo scrolled, the bigger his smirk got, another howl ripping from his lips.

“Our Y/N?? There’s no way Kenma—“

“They left it open, I was just gunna close it but...” he trailed off, pulling himself closer to the screen as the two continued to look through the blog. Their Y/N was such a sweet little thing. Energetic yes, loud and bubbly, yes of course. But this was something they never expected.

The three of them had been intimate so many times, and not once had you shown such aside. Sure there was a bit of hair pulling here and there, nails scratching along backs, playful swats to the rear.

But this— this.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Kuroo muttered, finally pulling away from the laptop screen. Kenma just nodded, tongue coming out yet again to lick along his lower lip that seemed to dry once more. Both boys still had a light flush on their cheeks. This was exciting, their sweet little kitten...

“We should surprise them.” Kenma blurted out, such a phrase almost surprising Kuroo more than the Tumblr page. He looked to his younger boyfriend, brows cocking as he looked to him expectantly. Kenma just shrugged, fingers reaching out to playfully brush along a photo of a girl propped on her knees, arms held tight along her spine by a deep red rope. “Maybe they’ve just been too shy to tell us.”

“Or maybe they’re not ready,” Kuroo responded, the idea sounding absolutely thrilling but it made Kuroo a bit hesitant. You knew you could tell the boys anything, trust them, and you usually did, even the nitty-gritty details that they could go without.

But no mention of this.

“They wouldn’t have left the page open if they didn’t want us to find it,” Kenma spoke, finally opening up another tab. His fingers were quick to type “BDSM toys” causing both boy's eyes to widen as Kuroo was suddenly drawn back to the screen, eyes browsing over the many links, images and reviews.

“Maybe we could surprise them...” Kuroo murmured, a smirk coming back as he took over the mouse, clicking onto a set that was a mix of leather and red and would look just delicious against your pretty skin

“Guess it’s settled” Kenma mumbled, both males getting shaken from their thoughts as both their phones buzzed. You had texted in their shared chat.

“Kage’s and Hina were late (buggers😖) but we made it to Yachi’s! Love you, boys❤️✨”

A couple days went by, Kenma and Kuroo set everything up so they could surprise you by the end of the week. They had done plenty of research, picked out the perfect items, and felt excited. They snuck in a couple of hints, attempting to see if maybe you would say something yourself about their ‘odd behaviour’. One night Kuroo had stepped behind you while you were cooking, sliding a hand that rested on your hip and allowed it to travel all the way up your chest until his palm lay flush against your neck. There was a subtle flutter of lashes as he spoke softly against your ear...

“Think you’d look real pretty in a collar kitten.” He murmured. You had just shooed him away, giggling up a storm as you focused back on your task. But Kuroo saw the flush on your cheeks, the subtle squeeze of your thighs. You and Kenma had been on the couch one night while Kuroo was working, curled in on one another as you watched dumb tv. You had leaned up to place a kiss on the underside of Kenma’s jaw, and he had taken the opportunity to press you back into the couch cushion.

It was a bit firm, and he had scooped up your wrists in the process, pinning them above your head with a bit more ease than expected. Kenma kept his eyes locked on your face, watching the way your lips parted slightly, your eyes twinkling with a bit of surprise and desire as your smaller hands curled into fists. “I’m trying to watch tv, Y/N.” Was all he said, keeping your wrists held as the two of you continued the soft make-out session.

There were just little things that had become more obvious. The way you bit your lip when they used a firmer tone, your fingers gripping at the hem of skirts when you all watched someone get kidnapped in a cop show. The way your chest would stutter slightly during voice calls with your friends when Tsukki mentioned Yams had been a “bad boy.”

This weekend was going to be fun.

“Kenma Cat, Can Hina and Kages come home with me?? Hina says he misses you” You giggled through the phone, the voice of Hinata piping in to confirm that he did indeed miss Kenma. Kenma shook his head a bit. He did hate saying no to you.

But tonight was the night and considering he was only wearing a pair of boxers, it would have been pretty awkward for the boys to enter.

“Sorry Sweetie, but tonight Kuroo and I....” he paused a bit, thinking his words over carefully as he licked along his lower lip.

“We want it to be just the three of us tonight. Thank the boys for me and tell them we’ll see them next weekend, okay?” He could hear the pout in your voice as you whined ever so softly. “Boo, fine, fine. I’ll be home in five, love you!”

Kenma smiled softly as you hung up, hearing the whining of Hinata as the phone clicked silent. Rolling his shoulders back a bit he placed his phone on do not disturb, leaving it on the kitchen counter as he gave himself a once over in the mirror they had near the front entrance.

Kuroo was the one who insisted he be in these boxers, tight and short and definitely out of his comfort zone. Kenma was very reluctant considering what Kuroo had chosen for himself, but he went along with it anyway. Tonight wasn’t for him after all, it was for You.

With a soft sigh, he grabbed a small box from the countertop and waited for their partner. “They're gonna be here soon.” He called to Kuroo, who gave a howl of excitement from their shared bedroom.

It was only a couple minutes when Kenma heard the familiar click of the lock, his eyes glazing over with a tint of excitement as he watched you enter, yapping away as you slide your shoes off.

“Hi, babies~! What the heck is happening tonight?? Did I forget something? Oh is it taco ni—“

Your words caught in your throat. There Kenma was, practically naked and flushed and— was that a smirk? Was Kenma really smirking?

A nervous little giggle bubbled from your lips, your cheeks seeming to heat up as words tumbled from your lips. “Uh Kozume you’re missing some clothes there my love, what’s—“

Kenma held a finger up to his lips, an indication for you to silence yourself, and it worked almost too quickly. Your words simply left you, a smug look almost replacing Kenma’s little smirk as your thighs subtly pressed together beneath the skirt you wore. He then held his hand out, finger moving in the come hither motion. “C’mere.” He spoke low, words laced in a tone you had never heard, but it certainly did make you feel all the more flustered

As you walked to Kenma he pressed his fingers to the bottom of your chin, tilting your face up so they could make direct eye contact. He brought his face close to yours, watching the way your eyes threatened to flutter closed as if he was going to kiss you. Instead, he hovered his lips inches away from yours, breath hot as he spoke.

“Kitten... you’ve been keeping something from Kuroo and I...” He spoke slowly, watching the way your eyes searched his own for some form of clarity. His fingers were slow to curl around your chin, pressing into your jaw and earning a little fluttery breath.

“We came across that naughty Tumblr page of yours and well... if you really wanted to be treated in such a way, you could have said something.” He murmured, lips brushing close enough to your own to cause a subtle tremble to run down your spine. Your eyes had widened a bit, fingers clutching desperately at the hem of your sweater as you squirmed on the spot. Feeling his fingers press into your cheeks your lips parted some, making Kenma chuckle as he watched you already begin to submit.

So their precious little Kitten really did want this.

“Tonight, Kuroo and I will do our best to make your fantasies come true. It’s all about you kitten... be grateful.” He spoke the last phrase with a gentle grip at your jaw, a bit of firmness that had your lashes fluttering and a hitched breath pressing past your parted lips.

“I—“ you swallowed hard, a heat travelling through your body. You wanted this, you really had left the Tumblr page open on purpose because you weren't sure how to voice to your boyfriends “can you dominate me?”, but you hadn’t expected them to set up such a scenario, heck you weren't sure they’d be into it at all.

So this was all a little overwhelming.

“You what Kitten.” That firmness was back, Kenma’s eyes seeming to burn into yours as you squirmed a little, the small needy noise slipping past your lips almost making Kenma groan. “I—I’m grateful Kozume.” You sputtered.

“Good girl.” There was that same little needy noise, and Kenma finally released your jaw. “You’re gunna go to the bathroom and change into the outfit Kuroo and I have in there for you. Then you’ll head straight to our bedroom, kneel on the bed. Understood?”

You tried to find your words but nothing came out, instead, you just nodded a bit. Kenma let it slide for now as he gave you a small smile, sliding his fingers away from your jaw. Before you had the chance to depart he held up the little box in his other hand, causing your brows to furrow.

“Let me put this on you first kitty.” He eased the box open, having to hold back a pleased noise at the way you gasped, eyes wide and face flushed

There was a thin leather collar in the box, dotted with pretty red jewels. The tag was in the shape of a red heart, “Kitten” engraved in the metal that you recognized to be Kuroo’s handwriting.

“O-oh—“ You stumbled over your words, Kenma unable to keep back the amused smirk as he easily lifted it from the box. He held it before your neck, that firm persona coming back as he raised an expectant brow.

“We don’t have all day Y/N. Lift your hair up for me.” Rather than trying to make words, protest or even process what was happening you lifted your hair, holding it loosely at the back of your neck so Kenma could latch the collar securely around your throat. He huffed fondly as it clung to you, his fingers playfully brushing over the leather before he dropped his hands.

“Very pretty baby.” He voiced, watching the way you followed suit and ran your fingers over it, biting softly on your lower lip. “T-Thank you..” you managed to whisper, the excitement in your eyes making Kenma chuckle ever so softly.

“See you in the bedroom.” With that he headed to their room, making sure the door was closed and leaving You in the entrance. You took a couple seconds to move, eyes still wide and fingers still brushing over the collar before you snapped out of it, an excited tremble running up your spine and urging you to move. You were quick to head to the bathroom, eyes widening yet again at the outfit that hung pretty on the towel hook.

Red and lacy. A garter belt and stockings. It was dirty and soft and everything you imagined you’d wear when you and your boys finally decided to have such dynamics. Swallowing the lump that seemed to form in your throat you quickly dressed. You stumbled over yourself a bit, wiggling out of the skirt you had on.

It took you a few times to fix the garter, swallowing a lump in your throat as it clung to your thigh just right. You had to work up the courage to look at yourself in the mirror, eyes fluttering and lips hanging open. The babydoll fit you perfectly as if it had been made for you. Your fingers subconsciously ran over the collar again, a trembling breath escaping you as You fixed up your hair a bit, applying one last layer of your favourite chapstick.

None of this really felt real, but for the boys to set this up—.

With a final huff, you made your way to the bedroom. You inched the door open, cheeks blooming deep crimson to find both boys staring intently at the door.

“Damn.” Kuroo breathed out, perched on the edge of the bed. You could have said the same about him, clad in tight black jeans and a red collared shirt all the way unbuttoned. You intertwined your fingers before you, swallowing hard as you gave a small little smile toward Kuroo, earning the devilish smirk you loved.

Kenma broke the moment by clearing his throat, causing you to bring your eyes to his much more serious ones. He nudged his head towards the bed, reminding you of the order he had given you at the front door. “Oh—“ it was soft and innocent, almost enough to have the boys breaking their respective roles to laugh. You scurried to the bed, biting softly on your lower lip as you sat on the bed, perched on your knees like Kenma had told you to.

“Good girl... you look so pretty kitty,” Kenma spoke softly, taking a seat to your right. His hand travelled over your bare arm, fingers teasingly travelling over the lace that covered your breast and earning a shiver.

“Very pretty,” Kuroo repeated, placing himself behind you and running a hand through your hair, earning a little mewl of delight.

“We’re gonna ask a few things before we start, okay kitten? We want you to be 100% comfortable so you let us know what’s okay.” Kenma spoke, watching the way you melted into Kuroo’s touch, how his long fingers slowly eased over your thighs. You nodded in response, biting down on your lip as Kenma moved a bit so he could sit before you instead.

“Would you like to address us as anything?” He asked first, chuckling softly when he watched your brows furrow a bit, head tilting slightly. “Like Master or—“

“Oh.” You interrupted, cheeks once again heating up at how casually he asked. “Um..” you swallowed a lump that seemed to form in your throat, letting out a shaky breath when you felt Kuroo’s lips against your ear.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable doing that yet baby... we’re going at your pace remember?” He reassured, hand gently squeezing your thigh.

You bit your lip again before looking up to meet Kenma’s gaze. “K-Koz.” You paused for a moment so you wouldn’t stutter, fingers clutching the lacy fabric of the babydoll. “Can I call you Sir... and Tetsu... D-daddy...”

Kuroo chuckled low beside your ear, lips dangerously close to the skin of your neck. “Knew it~” Kenma rolled his eyes at that remark, but quickly snapped back into character when he saw your lashes fluttering, thighs pressing together.

“Those are excellent, kitten. But I need you to focus a little longer.” His voice was a bit firm, his eyes shooting daggers at Kuroo who had a mischievous smirk on his lips. He decided to join in and his free hand slid up your body, grasping your chin and turning your head to face Kenma, your eyes widening at the sudden harsh action.

“Listen to Sir when he speaks to you, Kitty.” There was that tone you weren't familiar with, the one that had you making a little mewling noise and the one that had Kenma’s lip twitching into a smirk.

“Now then.” Kenma continued. “We’re going to restrain you tonight. What do you prefer, rope, soft cuffs or handcuffs?”

You blinked at such a request, eyes widening a bit as you tried to process the question. This Kuroo and Kenma allowed the pause, sensing your overwhelming excitement as you trembled ever so slightly. “R-Rope please.”

“Good girl.” Kuroo purred out, his excitement becoming evident as he was having trouble keeping his hands to himself. Kenma nodded. “And would you like to be gagged? Blindfolded?”

Kuroo couldn’t help but chuckle lowly when he felt you swallow hard. You bit onto your lower lip before speaking up, your voice a bit shaky and low. “I-I wanna be able to see you guys.. b-but a gag is fine..”

Kenma’s lip twitched in approval, a little nod of his head as he spoke. “Okay. Are you comfortable with us using toys on you? Like a vibrator?” A string of little noises left your lips, Kuroo’s grip on you tightening ever so slightly as You began to squirm. “Uh— nothing too big or strong..” You mumbled.

Kenma nodded, feeling his own cheeks flush as Kuroo began to place long open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “This is important. Listen up kitten.” He spoke, earning a little mewl from you who attempted to squirm from Kuroo, only for him to squeeze you in tighter, playfully sink his teeth into your skin.

“C’mon Kitty... listen to Sir~” Kuroo murmured against your skin, chuckling softly as Kenma narrowed his gaze a bit.

“The safe word is pudding. When you’re gagged it'll be three taps with your foot. If you ever feel uncomfortable you use them. Okay Y/N?” Kenma decided to use your name, strictly to show the seriousness of his words. He looked at you expectantly, causing you to take in a deep breath and nod.

“Y-Yes..” You breathed, only for Kuroo to squeeze your skin.

“Yes what?” He purred.

“Y-yes Sir! Yes sir...” You spoke with a whine in your tone, having Kuroo groan softly as his hands almost snuck their way under the lacy babydoll. Kenma cleared his throat harshly before Kuroo had the chance, reminding the older gentleman who was in charge. Slowly Kuroo pulled his hands away, much to your dislike as you whined softly.

“Good girl. C’mere and gimme a kiss.” Kenma stated, holding a hand out to you. You were about to scoot forward before Kenma clicked his tongue.

“Crawl.” He stated, earning a shocked little whine from you. Despite that, you still got onto your hands and knees, allowing Kuroo a full view of your pretty rear and earning a groan as you crawled toward Kenma, stopping mere inches from his lap.

“Such a good girl... so obedient..” Kenma purred, his hand lifting to grip your chin. He allowed his lips to brush over yours, watching the way your mouth opened and eyes filled with a desire he had yet to see. “You wanna be a good little girl for Daddy and I right?”

“Yes Sir..~” You responded softly, pressing yourself forward a bit so you two could share in a very soft kiss. Kenma allowed it, sighing softly against your lips as he pulled back, a playful glint in his eyes as his hand travelled down from your chin to gently grip your neck instead, fingers brushing over the fine leather collar there.

“Good, we’re gunna start with a little punishment, since you weren’t being truthful with Daddy and I. Hands behind your back Kitten.” He pressed against your neck so you went back into your crouching position, your eyes widening a bit as you felt Kuroo’s fingers wrapping around your wrists, pressing them against your lower back.

“P-Punishment?” You asked softly, a tingle running up your spine when you felt Kuroo’s breath on your skin, Kenma leaned over to the bedside table to retrieve a bundle of deep red rope. “Mhm, Kitty...~ gunna spank this pretty ass of yours,” Kuroo spoke as his hand ghosted over your rear, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Kenma handed the rope to Kuroo, who happily took it and began to work. You kept your hands where Kuroo placed them, gasping softly as he tugged the first knot, wrists pressing together. Kenma held back a little chuckle at such a reaction, smoothing his palm over your cheek. “Is it alright kitten? Not too tight is it?”l

You swallowed a lump that seemed to form in your throat, shaking your head a bit. “N-No Sir... it’s okay...” you breathed out, heart picking up in pace as Kuroo tugged a bit tighter, pretty little knots travelling up your forearms until both arms held firm against your spine. Kuroo leaned back a bit, a playful little snicker leaving him as he admired his own handy work.

“Pretty...~” he murmured, having you look over your shoulder at him shyly, fists balling up. He bit his lip at such an image, allowing it to burn into his memory before Kenma came back into the picture, ran his fingers through your hair to grip at your scalp.

“Push that pretty ass up kitty, I don’t wanna hear a single whine when Daddy punishes you.” He spoke, pressing on your head to ease it into the mattress. You didn’t bother to fight, rather you couldn’t even help but groan ever so softly in delight as your face was flush in the sheets, ass raised high and thighs slightly spread. You could feel the way the rope subtly pinched at your skin in such a position, making an excited pulse travel straight to your core.

Kuroo had such a large grin on his face, rubbing his palms together before smoothing one over the supple skin of your ass. “The louder you whine, the harder daddy spanks Kitten. So be a good girl for me okay?”

“Y-yes Daddy...~” You allowed your eyes to close, biting your lip slowly as you arched your hips a bit more, wiggling your ass under Kuroo’s palm. Kenma gripped your hair a bit at such an action, tsking. “None of that. Don’t be greedy kitten.” He warned, squirming a bit at the stern tone he used.

The first slap came suddenly and without warning, Kuroo’s palm striking your flesh with an open palm and having you yelping. Kuroo’s grin grew even larger, his body leaning over yours ever so slightly. “Shhh, kitty... I didn’t think we’d have to gag you this early hm?” He teased, his palm smoothing over your tingling flesh before he smacked you again. You tried to keep quiet but you couldn’t help the little bubbling mewls that left your lips, toes curling up in desire.

Kenma hummed in disapproval, lifting your head by the grip he had on your scalp. “What a bad little Kitty, getting off on your punishment... Do you like when Daddy spanks you?” He asked, watching the way you bit your lip hard as Kuroo’s palm came down on the opposite cheek.

“A-Ah~! I—I like it, Sir...”

“I wanna hear you say it all~” Kenma purred, amusement in his gaze as he watched your cheeks flush, lips hung open as you waited for the next spank. When it didn’t come you began whining softly, trying to look back at Kuroo only for Kenma to grip your hair harder. “Say it all Kitty. Or no more.”

“I-I!” You were quick to pipe then, fingers digging into your bound palms as you could barely focus on anything else other than the pulsing on your ass, the way the rope bit at your flesh.

“I like when Daddy s-spanks me”

“Damn straight you do.” Kuroo’s voice was laced in a tone that had your pussy clenching around nothing as his palm came smacking down again, this time hard enough to have you whimpering. Panic flashed over Kenma's gaze only for a moment as he noticed the way your nose scrunched up. He was quick to cup your cheek, voice softening. “Are you okay baby? Was that too much?”

“M-more...~” you murmured, turning your face into Kenma’s palm so you could slip one of his fingers between your lips. You began to suck on it, looking up at him with wide, watery eyes that had goosebumps rising on his flesh.

“Tetsuro. You heard our Kitty.”

Kuroo was grinning from ear to ear, rolling up the sleeves of his silky shirt once more before grabbing hold of your hip in one of his large palms. He hummed as he felt you shiver under his touch, body almost pushing towards him like a magnet.

“Such a greedy lil thing you are Kitty, I would have never expected it.” He mused, before his palm smacked down into your cheek again, twice fast. You jolted, your teeth grazing Kenma’s digits as you mewled around them, tears finally spilling from your gaze. Kenma hissed gently, but watching the tears spill from your eyes, the way you trembled and panted, he couldn’t help but bite his own lip, cock stirring in excitement

“I think that’s enough spanking, come look how pretty they look babe” He was slow to pull his fingers from your mouth, while Kuroo smoothed his palms over your sore cheeks, attempting to massage out the sting before he slipped to Kenma’s side. The blonde took a hold of your chin then, tilted your face up so Kuroo could get a better look at your slightly swollen lips, the way your mascara ran down your face in pretty streaks. Kuroo couldn’t help but moan, his smirk turning devilish as he leaned in, smudged away leftover tears with his thumb.

“You’re such a beautiful Kitten, with pretty tears on your face.” You leaned into the warmth of his palm then, a little whine leaving your lips as you still squirmed. Kenma took notice and grinned a bit. “Ready to move on baby? Do you need a minute?”

You were quick to nod a response, your fists curling in excitement at the idea of getting more. “I-I’m ready Sir.” You reassured, getting a smooch to your cheek from Kuroo before he hopped off the bed, retrieving stuff from the nightstand you couldn’t see.

Kenma helped you ease yourself back onto your thighs, giving the ropes a little tug to make sure they were still secure. “Alright Kitty, you’re gonna lay in my lap now okay? So I can keep an eye on you.”

You could feel your face heat up at that, a little smile slipping to your lips for only a moment. The boys really did want this to be all about you and your pleasure. It was so planned and thoughtful, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of butterflies in your chest. Kenma could tell you were getting flustered by his comment and couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Don’t get shy on us now baby, we’ve barely begun.” Your eyes widened a bit at that, which only made Kenma chuckle more. He easily slipped back into character when Kuroo had retrieved all the things he needed, lust very much evident in the older male's gaze.

Kenma eased you into his lap, adjusting the ropes a bit along your arms so they could be looped over his shoulders instead, still held secured at the wrists. Once you were comfortable, Kenma rose the fabric of the babydoll, exposing the thin lacy panties to Kuroo. He purred, quick to ease your thighs apart further and earn a little Yelp of surprise from you.

“Fuck your so sexy Kitten, wanna hear you purr for me~” Kuroo teased, his hands massaging over your thighs and making sure his fingertips brushed over your covered slit to have you twitching some. Kenma allowed his fingers to toy with the heart on your collar, his other hands ever so gently running over your side. “Now baby, Daddy is gonna use a toy on you, get your pretty pussy prepped.”

He felt you tense a bit at that, your face attempting to hide in his shoulder before Kuroo was quick to take hold of your jaw, covering it in playful nips that had you whining. “Do you wanna be gagged now, or wait until Daddy fucks you?”

Kenma asked, his smirk growing at the way you rolled your hips into Kuroo’s hands, the pleased little noise you made at his question. “C-Can I be... gagged now please?” You asked sheepishly, which was quickly followed by a little gasp as Kuroo began to mouth along your clothed cunt. “Of course baby...” Kenma murmured, his own excitement coming through as he leaned over, scooped the ball gag off the bedside table.

He dangled it in front of your face, watching the way your face contorted into one of need while Kuroo’s eyes narrowed in delight. “Let’s try this Kitten, remember if you feel any discomfort you tap Daddy with your leg three times, or even tug my hair okay?” Kenma wanted to get his point across that your safety was his priority, and despite the distraction, Kuroo was currently giving you, you nodded.

“O-Okay Sir, I’m ready.” You spoke through a little mewl, back arching a bit as Kuroo replaced his mouth with two fingers that slowly teased your dampening panties.

“Good girl, open your mouth nice and wide for me,” Kenma murmured, biting his lip softly as he watched you lull your lips open, face still covered in mascara streaks. Kuroo had to pause his teasing to watch as Kenma eased the red rubber ball between your lips, smirk widening at the subtle flutter of lashes. When Kenma pulled the straps behind your head Kuroo rose a bit, brushing his thumb over the ball held between your teeth.

“You okay still Kitty? Fuck you look so pretty with a gag on...~”

You nodded, eyes suddenly feeling a bit heavy. You had never had this kind of euphoric feeling, arms being bound, lips being stuffed shut. You lost all control, willingly gave it to your boys who were more than happy to take care of you.

It was a little overwhelming but in a good way of course. Kuroo’s smirk grew, trying to be a bit more playful as his thumb pressed the ball further into your mouth. It made drool bubble up in the corner of your outstretched lips, a muffled whine leaving you as you arched towards him. “You’re a tease... “ Kenma spoke, although he didn’t put a stop to the antics, rather he watched with a grin of his own, cock continuing to twitch. But this wasn’t about him, or Kuroo for that matter. So when he saw your thighs begin to twitch he spoke. “C’mon Tetsu, give our pretty baby what she needs. What do you think, one or two orgasms before you fuck them?” You tried to give your input, failing and only muffling into the gag was Kuroo hummed, finally pulling your soiled panties from your legs. “Probably just one, not sure our kitten can wait much longer, can you baby?” “Yea, you just wanna be stuffed don’t ya, want daddy to ruin that pretty little cunt?” Kenma took hold of your chin, made you look up at him with those wide, needy eyes of yours. You already looked dumbed out, a string of drooling dripping from the silicone wedged between your lips. Kuroo took the opportunity to pull the vibrator from his pocket. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a bullet that was long enough to sink into your greedy walls if needed. But Kuroo had other plans as he rubbed it along your glistening folds, watched how it coated the red toy. “Pretty..” He murmured more to himself, the smooth material of silicon along your damp folds making goosebumps rise on your skin. You wanted to watch him, wanted to be ready for the vibrations started but Kenma kept you occupied, keeping your jaw gripped and pressing a soft kiss against the ball gag. “Pretty indeed” Kenma agreed, eyes softening only a moment when he noticed your lashes flutter.

The moment was cut short as Kuroo finally pressed the ‘on’ button, the vibrations being pressed into your clit. Your eyes widened some, body arching forward as much as possible from the suddenness of it all, the way the vibrations shot pleasure directly into your core. The sounds of your muffled whines egged Kuroo on, making him groan himself as he dove into your pussy, mouth open and lapping at your folds. It was sloppy, the lewd sounds of his tongue making Kenma twitch beneath you. “Look at you, coming undone on daddy’s lips. C’mon baby, make a mess, be a good girl and make a mess.” Kenma insisted, one hand easily pulling down the lacy material of the babydoll to play with one of your pretty nipples. You had trouble keeping your eyes open, with the vibrator being pressed into your clit with more pressure, with Kuroo’s lips on your cunt, with Kenm’a fingers on you and his dirty words in your ear. You were a mess already, wrists surely bruising some as you tugged on the rope, babbling nonsense into the gag and letting the drool fall freely onto your chest. Kuroo looked up at you through his bangs, lips latching around your sensitive folds and giving a few harsh sucks. He didn’t think you could look so lewd, pressing your hips into the vibrator and body trembling for more. “Cum angel, cmon, lemme taste you.” Kuroo mumbled into your pussy, the deep sound of his voice only adding to the vibrations already assaulting your clit. When the vibration speeds suddenly went up you still a moment, eyes rolling back into your head. It only took a few more licks of Kuroo’s talented tongue, a few more tweaks of Kenma’s fingers, and you were seeing stars, hot flashes of white covering your vision as you came undone.

You gushed, quiet literally, juices squirting from your pussy and dousing Kuroo’s lip, bangs, the vibrator. Kenma couldn’t hold back his moan, eyes glazed over in awe as he watched you jolt, the lewd image being burned in his brain forever. “That's my fuckin girl.” Kuroo all but growled, seeming to forget the vibrator and letting it roll off as he grabbed your hips in both hands, devouring your arousal like his life depended on it. He went as far as licking just above your pretty pussy, having no problem cleaning up the mess you created. Your breaths came out shaky through your nose, each added lick of Kuroo’s tongue making you feel fuzzier and fuzzier. When the unfamiliar feeling of overstimulation started to build up in your tummy you grabbed at Kenm’as hair, giving it a tug as instructed.

It knocked Kenma out of his daze, a small little ‘shit’ leaving his lips as he was quick to work two fingers under the leather band. He pulled the gag free from your lips, drool connecting you to it in strings as you sucked in a breath. “What's the matter kitten? You okay?” “C-Can’t, s’too-- too much~!” You whined, the sound making Kuroo lift from your pussy despite how drunk he was himself. His lips and chin were coated as he looked up, the fat tears leaving your eyes making him panic a moment. “Shhh, it's okay baby, you’re okay, we’ll stop okay?” Kenma quickly reassured, pressing kisses along your face, thumbing away your tears. Kuroo gave your hips a little squeeze before coming up, waiting for your gaze to fall on him before speaking in a much softer tone than moments before. “M’sorry kitty, did daddy do too much? Shoulda let you come down first…” He murmured, borrows furrowed in concern as you shook. You shook your head, trying to find your words as your body still came down from the intense high. “M’okay, its okay-- j-just, felt too tingly daddy--” “Overstim,” Kenma spoke. When the two had done their research, they looked into everything, including this. Kuroo was grateful that it hadn’t been something worse, a little sigh leaving his lips as he pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips. “No more than okay baby? You did so well for us, let's call it a night okay?” “B-but…” Kenma was already pulling your bound arms up, Kuroo leaning forward to undone the knots. You couldn't help but feel guilty, feeling Kenma’s painfully hard erection digging into your backside, the dazed-out look that still lingered in Kuroo’s eyes. The boys shushed you, your arms seeming to flop to your sides when the last knot was finally undone. Kuroo kissed at the subtle bruise forming on your wrist, giving you that signature smirk of his. “No buts, this was for you remember? We’ll take a break, and if you wanna continue later, we will. But if you don’t, then that's okay to kitten.” “Tetsuro is right baby, we aren’t pushing you... “ He helped you sit up straight, pushed sweaty hair from your face as you stretched your body. You didn’t realize just how exhausted you were until you tried to move your legs, whining in the process.

“I got you, baby, don’t you move a pretty muscle.” He reassured, ignoring the way his cock was twitching in his pants as he scooped up your trembling form. You didn’t fight it, rather just let your head lull onto his shoulder, clinging to him tightly. Kenma smiled fondly at the two of you, pressing a few kisses up your arms. “Just relax now Y/N, Tetsu and I will take care of you.” He spoke, following suit as Kuroo lead the way back towards the bathroom where they planned to set up a bath for you. “Oh, and kitten?” Kuroo spoke, making you look up at him. “We’re really proud of you, you did so well, were such a good girl for us.” “Next time, we’ll make sure you come twice as much, you deserve it,” Kenma added, both boys chuckling when your face dug into the crook of Kuroo’s neck. After that evening, you gained two new followers on Tumblr, ones that took note of each like, reblog and post, to put into practice for the next time.

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Always be my plus one - part 3

Ok, look, it's 4 am, there are going to be typos, and we're just going to have to deal with it. I also tried to find a gif that was Tyson and Cale but I couldn't find one in the gif insert thing on here so I just went with this one (it feels weird to change it up but like, oops)

I make no promises that you aren't going to be mad at me for this part so have fun !

This is shorter than the last part, coming in at around 5k words.

The only warnings I have here are implied sex.

Translations for the Italian in here: "tu sei uno stronzo" - you're an ass(hole)

stronzino - little asshole

Also want to thank @justjosty @zinka8 @hockeylvr59 @hockeywocs anons and I'm sure I'm forgetting people for helping me write this part but ily all I'm just dumb and tired

Read the previous part here!

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Valentine’s Day

The Feast Day of St. Valentine is traditionally celebrated in the Western Catholic Church on February 14, to honor the patron saint of love. Though not traditionally celebrated as a Catholic holiday, millions of people celebrate the day of love with those who mean the most to them. While pessimists of the day say it’s a ‘holiday made up by greeting card companies,’ approximately 190 million Valentine’s Day cards are sent in the United States alone, not including cards given by school children to their classmates. Couples enjoy the holiday with a romantic night out, presents, flowers, chocolates, etc., while those who don’t have someone or don’t care do whatever they want without the pressure of living up to a holiday that doesn’t mean very much in the grand scheme of things.

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February 12, 2022

“Where are you going tonight?” Matthew’s voice came through his younger sister’s phone. He had called early in the week to see if Anne could babysit Harper so he and Stephanie could do something for Valentine’s Day without having to shell out an extravagant amount of money on a sitter.

“I’m, uh,” Anne hesitates, “going out with Tyson. Sorry.” She hears Matthew let out a sigh on the other end. “Hey, stronzo, why don’t you ask Lucy? Her and Jason never do anything on Valentine’s Day.”

Matthew starts talking about how the last time he asked Lucy last minute to watch his daughter, despite their girls being best friends, she ended up going on a fifteen-minute rant. While Anne gets her heels on, staring at herself in the mirror and admiring the floor-length, red dress she had on the slit going up the side for no one but herself, Matthew continues to tell her about how his twin goes on and on about needing a schedule at all times, how she can’t just drop everything in a moment’s notice because he wants to do something with his wife.

“Hey, Matthew,” she cuts him off, trying to shrug her coat on, “Why didn’t you ask Lucy or Sebby after I said no earlier this week?”

“Because I didn’t think you actually had plans.”

“Again, tu sei uno stronzo.”

“I am not an ass!” he detests.

“Fine, you’re a stronzino, happy?” Anne hears him stammer again, not letting him get a word in, “I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, ok? Ask Ma, Dad’s off in Florida right now so she would probably love to have Harper for the night.”

He lets out another sigh, Stephanie’s voice coming through in the background despite Anne’s inability to understand what she was saying. “Fine. Have fun with Tyson. I don’t need another niece or nephew around Halloween, though, ok?”

“Don’t be gross,” she says, hanging up and finally heading out the door.

Her cousin Adriana was getting married to her soon-to-be wife, Izzy. Her family had no idea that she was the only one who still talked to them, her mother having a fight with her brother after their parents died when Anne and her siblings were younger and vowing to never talk to him again. So far, the stubbornness that seems to run through her mom’s blood going strong since it had been over a decade since she had last seen her brother. Anne was invited to Uncle Frankie’s daughter’s wedding, but no one else in her family.

Adriana and Izzy had this Valentine’s Day-themed wedding, everyone asked to wear red or pink in theme with the holiday, Anne not doubting that there would be paper hearts and cut-out cupids as the decor. The wedding gift she bought them, one of the first things she found on their registry that Anne could afford, was shipped to the apartment they already shared two weeks ago, Anne just needing to remember the card.

She was fully prepared to just sit in the corner with a bunch of people she didn’t know and watch as her cousin got married to the love of her life. Anne wasn’t sure that that side of her family would recognize her after how many years, guaranteeing her to spend her time on the sideline.

Anne slips into the back of the church, seeing no one she knew or recognized to even go up to and sit with them. Everyone was dressed in red, pink, and black. A bit too much for her own taste, but at least she looked good in red and would have worn the color anyway. ‘Note to self, no themed weddings,’ Anne thinks, not particularly fond of the lack of color or real choice that everyone had in figuring out what to wear.

A blonde boy in a red suit walks by her, too far past her to get a good look at him. There was something about him that caught her attention. Anne knew that walk, but she had no idea where she knew it from. It didn’t stop her from admiring him from afar, though, the short blonde hair and the obviously fit physique under the suit captivated her for whatever reason, leaving her practically unable to pay attention to the ceremony in front of her. Not that she cared, at this point she was just there to enjoy the free food she knew would be good at the reception later.

Anne sat at the table against the wall, her cousin not bothering to make a seating chart and just leaving it up to the guests to sit where they pleased. That meant she didn’t have to talk to anyone she didn’t want to, being virtually left alone at a wedding where she knew no one.

“Anne?” a familiar voice snaps her out of the trance she fell into watching Ana’s sister and brother-in-law, Catie and Danny dancing with their two daughters, remembering seeing their pictures on Facebook when they were born, not realizing how much they had grown.

She turns to the man in the red suit who had her attention throughout the ceremony. “Cale?” she smiles at him, not sure how the two had missed they would be at the same wedding this weekend. Since New Year's Eve, the two of them had been texting, calling, FaceTiming, they had hung out, spent the night with each other, Cale insisting he buy her dinner at least once a week. The only reason they weren’t dating each other was because neither of them had said they were. They both said they were busy this weekend, but who would have thought they would end up at the same place. “What are you doing here?”

“Izzy’s brother and I grew up playing hockey together. I grew up with her. What are you doing?” he asks her, taking the seat next to her.

“Ana’s my cousin. Her dad is my mom’s older brother.”

Cale smiles at her, Anne’s heart racing at the sight of it. “So I get to meet your family?”

Anne shakes her head. “I’m the only one here,” she tells him, explaining the family drama that went on between Frankie and Teresa.

Cale looks down at his lap, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his suit jacket. The red bowtie, red pants, red jacket even against the black shirt were so much Anne couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red because of the reflection of his clothes or for another reason. “Tyson’s met your family, hasn’t he?”

She nods, taking his hand in hers. “I told you, Tyson and I are just friends. I needed someone to come with me to a family thing, so he came with me.” Cale nods, not entirely sure that something wasn’t up with her and Tyson. Something was off, there was something he was sure Anne was leaving out, but he wasn’t sure. “Hey, I’ve seen Tyson, what, three times since New Year's? All of them when I was with you. I like you, Cale.”

Cale leans over for a kiss, his hand grazing Anne’s thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. “How about we dance like we did on New Year's?” he asks, standing from the seat, shrugging off the red jacket before he extended his hand out to her.

She rolls her eyes, getting up with him anyway. “I told you then, too, that I don’t like dancing.”

“And yet,” he says, pulling her close, his hand finding the small of her back while he presses his forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes, “you danced with me all night then, and you got up to dance with me tonight.”

Anne laughs, knowing he was right, burying her face in his shoulder, swearing she heard some camera’s clicking, probably the wedding photographer hanging around somewhere and taking pictures of the guests dancing.

“I know I have to say this about the brides when they come in,” Cale whispers in her ear, “but you are the most beautiful girl here.”

Anne could feel herself blushing, her mind flashing back to New Year’s Eve when Tyson told her she looked beautiful. He seemed so genuine saying it, Anne thinking back and not sure if he meant it or was actually pretending. But with Cale, she knew. Cale meant it. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she tells him, ghosting his lips before kissing him.

Being with Cale felt fine. Not perfect, but fine. It was right, but not correct, and Anne couldn’t figure out why.

Everyone starts clearing off the dance floor, the bridal party getting ready to come in. Cale takes Anne’s hand and leads her back to the table where he left his jacket, some other people finding their home base at the same table. Cale knew one of the men at the table, probably from their little hockey group that involved Izzy’s brother. The bridesmaids and bridesmen, as the DJ put it, started coming in, Cale leaning back with his arm slung around the back of Anne’s chair. She leaned back into him, his fingertips dancing up and down her arm as they watched everyone come in.

They watched Ana and Izzy dance their first one as wives, Anne’s stomach starting to make noise as they waited for the food to come.

Cale leans over, nervous about what he was about to whisper in her ear. “Are you hungry for food or maybe something more?”

Anne felt her entire body go numb at his words. They had been seeing each other for a month and a half already, so was what he was insinuating really that strange of an idea? “That depends.”

“On?” he asks, nibbling on her ear before kissing the skin right behind it, losing any sense of care over who at their table was potentially watching.

“On how long you think we need to wait before we can slip out without it being rude?”

Cale inhaled sharply, wishing he could say right now. “At least until they cut the cake. Unless,” he says, his hand moving up her thigh, slowly in case she decided she wanted it to stop, “Unless you wanted to try to find somewhere to sneak away to now.”

“Not for our first time,” she tells him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “And not with my family around,” she laughs.

“I’m fine with that,” he tells her, kissing her. “Your place or mine, though?”

“Well, I drove myself here.”

“And I got a ride.”

Anne smiles, crossing her legs in hopes that whatever she felt would be stifled by that simple action. “So it looks like it’s going to be mine.”

They spent the rest of the night waiting for the moment the cake was cut so they could leave as planned, Cale’s hand never leaving her leg unless he really needed both hands to do something.

Anne could feel her heart racing as she watched Ana and Izzy smash their cake in each other’s face, Anne looking over to Cale and smiling. “You wanna go?” she asks, her keys already out of her bag and in her hand.

Cale drags her out without saying a word, Anne leading him to her car. He walks over to the driver’s side, his arms wrapped around her waist with her back pressed against her car. “You’re sure about this?” he asks her, his eyes flicking between hers and her lips.

“Yeah,” she says, kissing him before he opens the door for her. She couldn’t wait to get home, sure she broke a few traffic laws as she sped back to her apartment with Cale sitting next to her in the passenger seat, his leg shaking the entire time.

They got to the elevator, Cale leaning against her against the wall with his lips pressed against hers, Anne’s hands already working to unbutton his shirt. Cale’s kisses trailed down her jaw to her collarbone, his grip tightening on her waist.

Anne pulled away to lead him down the hallway, practically running, partially due to anticipation for what they were about to do, and because Anne could feel a breeze on her back, indicating that Cale had already unzipped her dress. That, coupled with the fact that Cale’s shirt was already open, his jacket in his free hand, Anne had no desire for any of her neighbors to be given the chance to see her and however Cale was to her already getting naked before closing the door.

As soon as she unlocked her door, Cale had her turned back around, kicking the door closed as he carried her to her bedroom, Anne able to feel everything about him against her body. Cale laid her down on her bed, his lips never leaving hers as he positioned himself over her, sliding her dress off while she did the same with his shirt. Anne’s breath hitched at the sight of him, his body perfect while he stared her down, the first time she saw the typically innocent boy she had been seeing with a mischievous grin covering his face, his eyes darkening at the thought of doing what they had both been wanting to do all night.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks one more time.

Anne nods, taking his face in her hands. “Yes, Cale. I’m sure.”

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February 13, 2022

Anne woke up the next morning, the events of the night before rushing back despite finding the space he had occupied in her bed empty. Her dress was on the floor, Cale’s red bowtie somehow having ended up on her night stand. Maybe he left it there as an excuse to see her again, making a mental note to put it in the living room so she would remember it the next time she saw him.

He had slipped out at some point that morning, Anne playing the voicemail that he left her while she slipped on a t-shirt to cover herself. “Hey, Anne. Sorry, I couldn’t stay, but morning skate was calling. I,” she hears him sigh, knowing he had a stupid grin on his face for whatever it was he was about to say, “I can’t wait to have another night like last night with you.”

It was her turn to have the stupid smile on her face as Cale continues, “Um, anyway, I’ve got something going on with JT and some of the other guys tomorrow for Valentine’s Day, a, uh, charity thing? I think? So would you be free this weekend for a proper date for the holiday? You know, not as crowded, not as much pressure, ideally the same outcome, if you’ll allow it? Oh, hey Tyson,” she hears him say, figuring that he was calling her on the way into the rink despite her being unable to hear Tyson. “Yeah, I’m planning Valentine’s Day with Anne. No, not tomorrow night, this weekend. Uh, Anne, I’ve gotta go, but let me know about, say, Friday night? Alright, talk to you later. Bye.”

Valentine’s Day date with Cale? Part two, more like, but still. Anne liked the sound of that.

“So, uh,” Tyson starts, already dreading what he was about to hear from his teammate given what he had heard him say into his phone. “You and Anne?”

“Yeah,” Cale breathes out, chuckling at the thought of what happened last night. “We, um,” Cale couldn’t even get a full sentence out, acting like a child who just got the toy he had been begging his parents for on Christmas morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he was that happy. “We spent the night together last night. I left from her place this morning.”

More of their teammates were filtering into the locker room, looking at Cale’s face turn bright red while Tyson stood there with him looking like he just about wanted to die. “Ok, but did you spend the night, or spend the night?” Ryan asks.

Cale started to stammer out nonsense, not really wanting to divulge the private details of his and Anne’s night despite the guys teasing him and congratulating him for what he wasn’t saying.

“Guys, keep it civil. Anne wouldn’t want us talking about any of this,” Tyson pipes in, Cale letting out a sigh of relief as the guys disperse to get ready for morning skate.

“Thanks,” Cale tells him, going off on his own to get his gear on.

JT appears by Tyson’s side, a stupid smirk on his face. “Would Anne not want us talking about anything, or would you not want us talking about anything?”

“Well, Anne definitely wouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on, we both know Cale would never.”

“Doesn’t mean I want him to have the chance.”

“You’re treading in deep water, dude,” JT sighs.

Tyson looks at him, hating that he knew what he meant. He had barely seen Anne, despite her brother’s texts from the night before asking if Anne really couldn’t watch Harper because of the two of them going out, Tyson going along with the lie just in case. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“It seems like you don’t know what you want from Anne, either,” JT shrugs. “But Cale does, and he got it.”

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February 14, 2022

12 hour shifts were the only shifts Anne knew. And they were the shifts that Anne detested the most. She was fine the first ten hours, but the last two always seemed to suck more than anything, leaving her exhausted for the rest of the day, into the night, depending on when she got home in the first place.

All she wanted to do was order dinner from the Thai place down the street, having it delivered despite her really not needing to since it was within walking distance, plop herself on her couch and watch whatever reality TV Lucy had texted her that she thought Anne would like. Anne knew she would turn it off after a single episode and switch to Food Network, but at least she could tell her sister she tried.

Anne walks to her apartment, dragging her feet to her door when she sees someone sitting on the ground, his head down looking at his phone. “Tyson?”

He gets up, grabbing the two bags he had with him as the smell of food filled her nose. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my fake girlfriend,” he says, raising the bags while Anne opens the door to let him in.

“I’m confused,” she tells him as he sets everything down.

“Well, Matthew called me on Saturday asking if the two of us were sure we couldn’t watch his daughter, and I figured he might as well have some sort of photographic evidence as proof of us spending Valentine’s Day together,” Tyson explains. “So, I figured I’d go all out: flowers, dinner, and a present. You know, really convince them that we’re together.”

Anne stares at him for a second, not sure why her heart was racing at the thought of him going out of his way to keep up this facade with her family. “I don’t think I like that you and Matthew are so ‘buddy-buddy.’ Or that fact that he didn’t believe me the first two times I told him I was busy on Saturday night. And I thought that you guys had a charity thing tonight?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Tyson asks, handing her the container of food as she joined him on the couch, the Thai food she was planning on ordering right in front of her. “We have a groupchat. Yeah, it’s me, Sebby, Lucy, and Matthew.”

Anne scoffs, rolling her eyes at his failed attempt at a joke. “And let me guess: you gossip about me the entire time.”

“Actually,” he says, his mouth full of food, “you never come up. They think of me as the fourth sibling. The name Anne means nothing.”

Anne laughs, Tyson admiring the way her eyes closed as her smile grew. God, he wished he had gotten to her before Cale did. Why did he have to leave her alone at all on New Year’s Eve? If he were by her side the entire night like he had wanted to be, then he wouldn’t have to pretend to be her boyfriend, he could actually be getting somewhere with her.

“Hm,” Anne hums, swallowing her mouthful of food. “You said flowers and a present. When do I get those?”

“You can get them now on the condition that I can take a video to send to your siblings,” he offers, pulling out his phone and pushing the bag with the flowers and gift behind him. Anne rolls her eyes, smiling and nodding while he starts the video. He hands her the card first. “Read it.”

Anne pulls it out of the envelope, glitter getting everywhere and making her cringe, knowing that it would be impossible to get off her scrubs later on. It was covered with roses and hearts, bringing her right back to the wedding that weekend. “No one has ever made me feel like this. To the woman I love: Happy Valentine’s Day,” Anne reads, feeling a lump forming in her throat. The card was so corny, a little too corny for her taste, but coming from Tyson, she didn’t know why she loved it. She shakes her head, laughing at Tyson. “I love you, too,” she lies.

Tyson swallows hard at her words, wishing she meant them, pulling out the flowers from the bag and handing them to her. She looks down at the flowers, trying to figure out what they are before looking up at him. “Queen Anne’s Lace?”

“Queen Anne’s Lace for my Queen, Anne,” he tells her, cringing at his own words.

Anne giggles, placing them in her lap. “And my favorite flowers, anyway. Thank you, Tyson.”

“Wait, I have one more thing,” he says, hoping that the camera wasn’t shaking too much while he reached for the gift he bought her.

He hands it to her, a small red box wrapped with a gold bow. She unties it carefully, opening the box and gasping at the sight of it. A golden necklace with a white enamel heart as the charm, a golden pattern outlining the heart. “Tyson, it’s,” she starts, unable to find the words, “it’s beautiful.”

He stops the recording, figuring he had enough to hit send to his ‘girlfriend's' siblings. “Let me put it on you,” he says, Anne turning around and moving her hair out of the way. “I thought you would like it.”

Anne studies his face, the smile plastered on it despite her knowing that he didn’t mean it. “You didn’t have to do this.”

He shrugs, grabbing his food off the table and staring at it now in his lap. “It was fun. I’ve never had a girlfriend who I could buy presents like this for. I mean, I still don’t, but I have you.”

“Oh, come on. You, Tyson Jost, have never had a girlfriend? Look at you,” she says, praying that she was careful with the words she chose. “You’re gorgeous, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you get along with everyone you meet.”

Tyson hated hearing Anne go on about him, knowing that she was just saying it as a friend instead of something more. He scoffs, trying to save face from whatever pain or other emotion he was feeling. “Come on,” he says, not believing her anyway.

“I’m serious!” she insists, reaching up and starting to fidget with her new necklace. “Any girl would be lucky to have you as her boyfriend. I’m lucky to even have you as a fake boyfriend.”

Tyson nods, turning his body to face the TV instead of Anne. “So what are we watching?” he asks, changing the subject and putting his feet up on the table, Anne doing the same.

“Whatever’s on Food Network?” she suggests, holding the remote in the air pointed at the TV.

The two of them settle in, Tyson not paying attention to the show she had turned on. “Hey, what’s that?” Tyson asks, racing over to the red fabric that was on Anne’s coffee table.

“Oh,” Anne blushes, taking it from Tyson. “This is Cale’s. He, um, let it the other night,” she explains, Tyson watching her turn his teammates bowtie over in her hands.

“So you and Cale are doing pretty well?” he asks. Anne looks at him, not sure if she really wanted to tell him about it. “Come on, we’re friends. You can talk to me about anything.”

“I mean,” she says, putting down the bowtie on the table, not taking her eyes off of it. “We’re together? I think?” Tyson already hated that he even offered to listen to her talk about her and his teammate. “I like him. A lot. And I know he likes me, but,” Anne lets out a sigh, not sure where to even take her sentence.

“But, what?” Tyson asks.

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head, looking confused. “Everything is great, but it’s, I,” she stammers. “Something is off, and I can’t figure out what.”

Tyson stares at her for a second, trying to figure out what to say. “It’s probably just that it’s new,” he shrugs. “Everything seems weird when you’re still figuring it out. You and Cale will be ok,” he tells her, hating hearing those words come out of his mouth.

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February 19, 2022

Anne stared at herself in the mirror, the black turtleneck she borrowed from her sister coupled with a beige skirt and black tights on her as she got ready for her date with Cale. He was bound to show up any minute, promising each other they weren’t going to do gifts due to a general lack of time on both ends. She didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to get her a gift, however, sneaking out to the bakery down the street and buying some pastries that the two of them would like, giving them an excuse to both show up back at her apartment. And if he didn’t give her a gift, then she got the pastries all to herself.

If not, she could share them with Tyson, who had been showing up at her place or asking her to go to his place any free chance they both had.

She heard Cale knocking at her door, Anne rushing as fast as she could in her heels to answer. Cale was standing there, a black crewneck similar to her own turtleneck, paired with dark jeans, black boots, and a grey coat. Cale kisses her hello, one hand behind his back with the other resting on her hip. “Every time I see you I don’t think you could get more beautiful, and yet, you do.”

“You’re cheesy,” she jokes as he kisses her forehead, Cale laughing against her skin. “But you,” Anne says, resting her hands on his chest, “get more handsome every time I see you, too. And, you’re hiding a present behind your back, aren’t you, even though we said no presents.”

Cale laughs, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I saw this and had to get it for you,” he admits, kissing her again and holding up the bag near her head.

“Should I open it now or should I do it later when we come back here?” she flirts, holding the bag in her hand.

“Oh, we’re coming back here?” he teases her, trailing kisses down her neck.

“I might have gotten some dessert for us so we had an excuse to relive last Saturday. Plus, you left your bowtie here,” she gestures to it, still sitting on her table, “And I was thinking maybe you wear that tonight instead of keeping it off?”

Cale raises his eyebrow at her, a silly smile on his face. “And what else would I be wearing?”

Anne shrugs, pretending to act innocent. “I was thinking only the bowtie,” she tells him, feeling his grip around her tighten at the thought.

Cale kisses her again, unable to keep his hands off the girl in front of him. If he could, he would forget dinner altogether and just go straight to dessert, but he knew Anne wasn’t that kind of girl, and he wasn’t about to force her into anything she didn’t want. “Hey, I like that necklace you’re wearing,” he says, twirling the charm around in his fingers. “The heart is perfect for Valentine’s Day.”

She reaches up and takes his hand in hers. “Thanks. My sister got it for me a few years ago for my birthday,” she lies. She couldn’t tell him that Tyson had gotten it for her for Valentine’s Day.

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Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Word Count: 2,854 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Temperature play, Oral sex, Dom/sub, Unprotected sex, Hand jobs, Sex toys, Thirsty Hotch Summary: The East Coast is currently experiencing a heatwave, and so is Aaron Hotchner.

The East Coast is currently experiencing a heatwave, and so is Aaron Hotchner.

Temperatures are in the nineties in the daytime, seventies at night, and Sophie has taken to wearing the shortest shorts and skirts anywhere she can get away with it—tight spandex shorts at the park, black denim skirt at the bar, pretty embroidered shorts when they go out on a date, high-waisted pajama shorts around the house… Even the cocktail dress she wears when he takes her out to dinner is absolutely minuscule. (He absently wonders if he could get away with fingering her under the table cloth, but he doesn’t want to end up on the nightly news, so he doesn’t test the theory.)

Her hair has been almost exclusively up, too—he knows she’s self-conscious when the humidity makes it frizzy, but he loves it because that’s part of her—and he gets to nip and nibble at her throat more often than usual throughout the day, lick it and bite it in bed… the point is, he’s hot and horny all the time, and according to channel 4, there’s no end in sight.

That night, they eat cold leftover Chinese for dinner because they don’t want to cook anything, heat anything, or touch anything hot, and then they strip down and lay on top of their bed with the fan blowing on them, because even with AC, the bedroom is a nightmare.

That, of course, inevitably leads to sex, because he’s been insatiable, eyes always on her bare, toned legs, which lead up to her perfect ass, which is almost always threatening to peek out of whatever pair of shorts she’s wearing—honestly, he should be commended for even continuing to go to work everyday and not just keeping her home so he can have his way with her 24/7. He’s fairly certain that anyone who’s seen her would understand if he did.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs as she moves on top of him, rubbing her pussy over the length of his dick, her fingertips pressing back against his thighs. She’s very wet, sliding over him easily, and he aches with the urge to lift her up, slip inside, and let her fuck him until she can’t support herself for a second longer, until her thighs quake with effort.

She wants slow, though, this evening, and he’s gotten his way a lot lately, so he just rubs her knees and studies the way her mouth falls open when she grinds against the head.

“Feels so good,” she breathes, rolling her hips, flexing her fingers. One long, curly strand of hair has broken free of her messy bun, and he reaches up to tuck it behind her ear, then runs his palms over her damp throat, her breasts, her stomach, earning a groan. “Feels good but you’re like, 200 degrees,” she says, closing her eyes with a soft laugh.

“Aw, baby’s too hot,” he pouts, teasing her, and she opens her eyes, tilts her head playfully.

“At least the heat is only affecting my body; I’m pretty sure it’s melting your brain.”

He’s pretty sure she’s right, but there are at least one or two good ideas still rattling around in there; he moves his hands to her back, rolls them over, presses her arms down against the bed.

“Be right back. Don’t move.”

When he returns with two glasses—one with ice water, one with ice cubes—she’s lying just where he left her, and her tongue sweeps over her lips at the sight of him.

(Maybe her brain is a little bit melted, after all.)

“Whatcha gonna do with that?” she asks, a little breathless, and he takes a sip of water, grins, leans down for a kiss that makes her shiver. “Mmm. My brilliant man.”

“Even when the rest of my brain is useless, you can rest assured I’ll figure out a way to get you off happily,” he murmurs in her ear, and she grins for him, so sexy.

Since she wants slow, he starts by trailing an ice cube from the inside of her wrist to the inside of her elbow, then up to her shoulder. Her breath hitches, and she looks up at him like she wants to skip the foreplay and be pinned down by him—which he would happily oblige, any other time, but he really wants to watch her squirm.

He slides his ice over her collarbone, then up the long line of her throat; his mouth follows that trail, and she moans, turns her face toward his for a kiss. He repeats it all on her other side—throat, shoulder, arm, wrist—and then pops what’s left into his mouth and leans in for a kiss.

“Think I’m gonna come just from that,” she pants against his lips, and he smirks a little, pleased with himself.

“You can, if you want to, but I’d pace yourself.” She tips her head back, groans, and he nips at her chin.

The next piece of ice is just for teasing: he draws a line down between her breasts, her stomach, but doesn’t slip it over her nipples like he knows she’s aching for. He drags it over her left hip bone, down her thigh, all the way to her foot, and then finishes the circuit along the right side of her body. There’s just a little left, and he sits her up, presses it to her lips, pushes it inside her mouth, and kisses her until it’s gone.

When he pulls back to look into her eyes, it’s clear she’s become completely submissive, without him even trying. His cock is so fucking hard.

He nestles a cube into her bellybutton—her stomach muscles are trembling—and they both just wait, breathing, until the heat of her skin melts it; it drips down her pussy, one long line of icy cold sensation that’s enough to make her shudder and come, clutching at his arm. “Oh, god,” she gasps softly, looking up at him, and he gently presses his lips to hers.

“I’m just getting started, baby girl. I warned you to pace yourself.” He grabs a pillow, lays it behind her back, and guides her against it so she can be a little more comfortable; when she’s settled in, he takes another ice cube, slowly traces it around her breast, drawing a spiral that gets tighter until he’s sliding it over the ridge of her nipple. She moans, loud.

He does the same to the other breast, but rubs the ice roughly back and forth over her straining bud; her knees come up, and her hips move like she’s looking for friction down there, but he’s not ready to give it just yet. He dips down, sucks the nipple into his mouth, and her whole body tenses, and she comes again, body bowing off the bed, gripping his hair tightly in her fist. He could almost get off just looking at her: her open mouth, heaving chest, flushed face, bitten lip. She squeezes her eyes shut, shivers, and he holds her body tightly in his hands.

“Gorgeous girl, that was incredible. So sensitive for me, and you like the cold.” She nods, and he softly kisses at her neck, the sweat at her hairline. “I want one more thing, okay? Can I do one more thing?”

“You... can do anything.” Oh, yeah, that’s one of his absolute favorite phrases. He takes a minute, exhales against her throat, and she shivers again.

He lays her back down, grabs one last piece of ice, and crawls between her legs, drags it over her pubic mound, her clit, slowly between her lips; his other hand gently squeezes her ass, and she swallows, runs a hand over her chest like she’s soothing herself.

“Does that feel good?” She nods, looks a little overwhelmed, but okay, and he rubs the ice over her lips, then glides his tongue along them. Her stomach and pussy are quivering, and he groans, a little overwhelmed himself. He presses the ice to her clit again, slides it down to her soft, slick opening, and rubs it up and down between the two until it melts to nothing. He follows that with his tongue, inserts one finger about halfway inside her, and she grinds against him and comes, quiet and gentle. He sighs, leans up, and roughly jerks his cock, spilling hot onto her pussy and making them both groan.

He snuggles in beside her, pulls her close, and they kiss steamy and sweet, her hands in his hair. A couple days later, he’s sitting on the couch, in his boxers, reading a book, and she comes up behind him, takes it out of his hands, and leans in to nibble his earlobe. It makes for an instant hard-on, and he licks his lips, wonders what she’s got up her sleeve; it’s clear she’s trying to initiate something, but she hasn’t dropped any hints throughout the day, so he’s left curious.

“Are you still hot?” she asks, her voice wrapping around him like a sultry caress, and he thinks dumbly, um, yes, want to feel it? Then he realizes she means temperature-wise, and since it’s their eighth straight day of record highs, he nods his head. “Hmm. Good. Can I try something?” He nods in response to that, too.

She leaves, heads to the kitchen, opens up the fridge or freezer; when she pads back into the room, sinks down beside him on the couch, she’s got a soft ice pack in her hand. She gestures to his boxers.

“Can you take those off for me?” She bites her bottom lip, knows he likes when she looks innocent and slutty at the same time and that that’s a great way to achieve it. He ducks his head to kiss her there, and then does as she asked, pulls them off, sits back with an extremely hard cock at attention for her. Her eyes flick over his body, back up to his face, and she puts her hand on him, pumps her fist a handful of times, making him groan. Then she switches hands, rubs the head with the cold one, and he moans a lot louder than he normally does, his hips twitching up for more.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, and she continues to tug for few seconds before switching back to the warm hand.

“Does that feel good?” He brings her close for a rough, wet kiss that answers her question and then some, and she smiles against his mouth. “I saw this online, thought it was worth trying out. I know you liked teasing me the other day,” she accuses, switching hands without warning and making him grunt in surprise, “so I wanted to reciprocate.”

He leans his head back against the couch, because it does feel really good; the transition from very cold hand to less cold hand to very warm hand—especially now, as she tucks her warm hand under her thigh for extra warmth—is pleasurable, and not knowing when she’s going to switch keeps him on edge, his muscles tense. She scoots closer to him, kisses the bare skin of his arm, since that's really all she can reach, wraps her cold hand around him, and looks down at his lap like she finds his dick fascinating.

He doesn’t know why that’s so arousing—maybe because of his melted heatwave brain, or just because it’s her—but he groans, ready to come; she quickly looks up at his face, then takes her hand off of him and replaces it with her hot mouth, sucking tight until he spills.

Running a hand through his hair, he exhales long, and she touches his body, kisses it; the difference in the temperatures makes him shiver. “You should put that in me while it’s still hard,” she murmurs, pushing down her shorts and panties, and he pulls her into his lap, happy to oblige. “Mmh. I’ll be quick, promise.”

She kisses him, wraps her fingers in his hair, and rides him hard, rubbing her breast through her tank top with the other hand. “God, you’re sexy,” he breathes, and he quickly realizes he should be helping her get off and not just staring at her like a creep; he squeezes her ass, drops a couple of fingers to lazily rub her clit, and she tosses her head back, grinds down on him. “Fuck. Come on my cock, baby girl. It’s all yours.” She rotates her hips faster, leans in for a kiss, and she does come, moaning against his throat and tugging on his hair.

He lays her back on the couch, pulls out, because now that she’s gotten what she needed he’s sensitive, soft; they cuddle very briefly, but then they’re both too hot, so they force themselves up and take a cold shower instead. Saturday night, they each mention a couple things they could go do to get out of the house, but it’s still so fucking stifling that he doesn’t even want to. What’s the point in putting on clothes, suffering, sweating with the rest of the damn city, when they could not do that, and suffer in the comfort of their own home? At least they could be naked, and it’s always good when she’s naked.

(Apparently, the heatwave has made him thirsty. He thinks that sounds too stupid to say out loud, but it’s also probably true.)

Ultimately, they don’t go anywhere, just lounge around the house—Sophie reads, he watches the news halfheartedly, rubs her feet in his lap—until she eventually sighs, drops her book onto the table.

“Do you want to have sex?”

“Yep.”

They’re halfway to the bedroom, her in his arms, when he stops, pivots, and heads for the kitchen. He’d actually planned on something for later, but he forgot all about it when she asked him about the sex. Stupid, melted brain.

“Wrong way, big guy,” she says, laughing, but when he deposits her on the kitchen island and opens the fridge, pulls out the slim glass dildo he’d tucked away for the sake of surprise, she looks serious and turned on instead. “That’s for me, huh?” she says, sounding kind of melted herself, and he kisses her lips, her neck, her breasts, and lays her back on the counter.

“Technically, yes, but it’s also for me, when I get to do this.” He spreads her open with a thumb, presses it inside—it’s chilled, cold to his touch, but it’s got to be an extreme sensation for her when he slides it deep, because she starts moving her hips right away, like she’s desperate for it, even though she’d only suggested sex in the first place because she was bored.

“Oh, Aaron, fuck.” She releases a moan that’s almost a squeak, and her hands scrabble about the counter, knocking a notepad onto the floor, a couple of reusable grocery bags. He moves it inside of her at an easy, steady pace, watches, a little dazed, as she fucks herself on it as well, forcing it deeper than he would have himself. He’s going to have to remember about this one even after the heatwave has passed. “Yeah, oh, yeah.”

It’s not long before she’s coming around it, slamming her hips, squeezing her breast so hard it has to hurt—if the sounds she’s making are any indication, it hurts very good. He pulls it out of her and replaces it with his cock, and she calls his name, so sexy it makes his toes curl. He leans down for a kiss, and she leans up, her hands on his neck so she can keep him close. Both of his palms are flat against the countertop for leverage, and he kisses her, pounds her, and they come within seconds of each other, hips still frantically crashing together until they’re both satisfied, until he’s panting against her lips. She flops back against the counter, and he rests his head on her stomach; her nails feel so good as they scrape over his scalp.

“The weather’s supposed to break soon,” he says a couple of minutes later. The kitchen is the coolest room in the house, and the marble counter doesn’t feel half bad, so they’re making up for lost cuddles, holding each other closely. “Heard it on the news.”

"Aww. That kind of sucks.” He looks up at her like she’s crazy, because she’s been complaining about the heat as much as he has, but she only shrugs. “I’ve liked you being this thirsty for me. It’s hot. Soon, your brain won’t be soupy anymore, and I’ll miss it.” He rolls his eyes, leans up, presses several soft kisses to her face and mouth, and then slides down so his head is between her legs.

“I’ve always been... thirsty for you,” he says with a swipe of his tongue—he can taste them both, and he doesn’t hate it. “And I promise, I always will be.”

She says aww again, but it’s not long before he has her screaming his name.

#aaron hotchner/original female character #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #heatwave #latina original female character

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amphtaminedreams · 3 years

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Sitting Front Row at...(On a Budget Obvs): Lookbook no.15

Hey to anyone reading!

And welcome to my fave lookbook I’ve done in a longggg ass time! Yes, that’s partially because it involved making collages and doing the low effort work of scouring Vogue Runway for “research purposes”, but I promise, that statement wasn’t made out of COMPLETE laziness-I am super happy with it too. It’s been a good use of pre-part-lockdown-lift time in the interim between that brief period of Christmas celebrations and eateries finally fucking opening again because let’s be honest, I always knew I was gonna get distracted by oat milk vanilla lattes and veggie all day breakfasts once I could actually sit down with them at my fave local cafe. You could say I was very much operating on a self-imposed deadline.

The “what I would wear to sit front row at...[insert designer here]” TikTok/Instagram reel trend was something I wanted to get on board with ever since I first saw one and whilst the option of doing my own live action take-I really cannot bear the thought of having to edit footage of myself awkwardly attempting to sit nonchalantly in front of a camera for hours on end-was off the cards considering my complete lack of screen presence, I decided a Tumblr text post would work just as well, and if not even better in a way. Given the absence of the time limitations you face when you’re making a reel or a TikTok I thought it’d be cool to present the looks as part of a mini moodboard for each designer which adds a bit of context to each look even if you aren’t familiar with their past collections and establishes the general vibe of the brand I’m attempting to replicate. Not to sound snotty or as if I am the font of all knowledge on anything high fashion related but even with my amateur knowledge I noticed that as the video trend took off and was adopted by big name influencers, it became less about the average person putting their own personal spin on the aesthetic of the labels we can’t ordinarily afford and more about them building outfits that only vaguely resemble the general public perception of the brand around the real corresponding (and often gifted and thus inaccessible to someone who doesn’t makes thousands for a sponsored post) pieces they own SO I thought I’d take the trend back to its roots and get a bit resourceful. All that being said, in no particular order, here are the outfits I would wear to sit front row at Gucci, Vera Wang, Miu-Miu, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana, Brock Collection, Alexander McQueen, Etro, Burberry aaaand Saint Laurent based on their past collections and guess what? They didn’t cost a shit tonne of money :-)

-disclaimer: will include an asterisk before any new purchases if from a high street store though to be honest, I don’t think there are any, we shall see! I do include where I got old purchases from in case anyone wants to search anything on Depop/Ebay-

1. Saint Laurent (formerly Yves Saint Laurent)

-blazer from identityparty on Depop, pleather trousers from Zara, jewellery from Dolls Kill-

I know technically abbreviating Saint Laurent to YSL doesn’t really make much sense anymore given the brand’s name change in 2012, but I’ll always think of it as that in the same way I’ll always associate it with the slightly dishevelled yet simultaneously glitzy rock n’ roll aesthetic. The thing is, whilst YSL hasn’t done anything wildly out of the box for a long time, it’s rare they put a look on the runway that I wouldn’t wear; they never end up being a fashion week standout but the Parisienne take on grunge we’ve seen Anthony Vaccarello establish as his go-to will always have a place in my heart.

2. Alexander McQueen

-embroidered leather jacket from Ebay (originally Topshop), harness from Amazon, dress from ASOS, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

Alexander McQueen is a brand that is pretty much universally liked, from the historically extravagant and groundbreaking shows the man himself put together to Sarah Burton’s more toned down but still beautiful collections. Obviously I didn’t attempt to do justice to the former, so I tried my hand at putting together a look inspired by Sarah’s blend of delicate femininity and nomadic edge, and it went...okay? Like it’s definitely not my favourite of all the looks because it does give off slightly cheap copycat vibes buuut outside of the context of this lookbook it’s cute.

3. Brock Collection

-boater hat from Ebay, midi skirt from morganogle on Depop, corset top from ownmode_, heels from amybeckett1, bag from Primark-

Brock isn’t as well known a brand as most of the others in this list but I adore everything Laura Vassar Brock does and I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to try and channel the vision of one of the OG pioneers of the cottagecore vibe through my own wardrobe. I mean fr, this woman’s work as a steady provider of meadow photoshoot worthy dresses and corsets and skirts is v slept on and I will not stand for it. I will sit in front of a camera and then write a paragraph in my blog post begging anybody who reads to give LVB (an abbreviation I acknowledge is unlikely to catch on because Lisa Vanderpump anybody?) some form of acknowledgement for her services to period romance novel inspired moodboards everywhere.

4. Marc Jacobs

-coat from House of Sunny, white shirt from Retro World Camden, co-ord from Sugar Thrillz, bag from Poppy Lissiman-

If there’s one thing Marc Jacobs always does, it’s COMMITS. TO. HIS. THEME. I just KNOW he has a secret Pinterest with separate boards for every fashion era of the 20th century and he is putting those boards to good use providing us with collections that are as immersive as they are eclectic year in year out.

5. Miu Miu

-beret from H&M, hair clips from H&M, jewellery from Primark, coat from mollyyemmaa on Depop, shirt from YesStyle, sweater vest from YesStyle, skirt from Depop, diamanté belt from Brandy Melville, shoes from Koi Vegan Footwear-

We all like to talk about Bratz dolls and Monster High dolls and Barbies as fashion inspo but can we all focus on Cabbage Patch dolls for two secs so as to acknowledge the fact that a Miu Miu collection is basically all their fits grown up? And made boujie as fuck? If I want my fix of Wes Anderson meets Scream Queens (what a combo) inspired outfits, if I want prissy and girlish but also glam, if I want to look like a bratty rich girl whose one redeeming quality is her eye for vintage clothes, I know where to look and that is the Miu Miu section of Vogue Runway.

6. Vera Wang

-blazer as in no.1, velvet bralet from catdegaris on Depop, harness from Amazon, skirt from Ebay, knee high socks from Ebay, lace up boots from Ebay-

Vera Wang’s RTW aesthetic, a blend of the ethereal, ultra-feminine bridal designs she’s known for and British style punk rock influences, is something I feel has only become firmly established in recent years but it is everything I ever wanted and more. I always find myself trying to balance the part of me that loves everything girly and delicate and pretty and the part of me that would love to be in a biker gang and Vera’s collections are always an inspirational reminder of just how well it can be done.

7. Burberry

-coat from charity shop, suit from emmafisher3 on Depop, top from simranindia, shirt underneath from Zara, jewellery from ASOS-

Now I’m not gonna lie, I’m not the biggest fan of Burberry but there have been a few looks over the past few years I’ve really liked and as someone who owns numerous trench coats, high necks and way too much plaid, I thought it’d be an easy one to replicate. Plus, if you can count on Riccardo Tisci for nothing else you at least can rely on him giving you some layering inspo which is very much needed in a country where it literally just snowed in April and where my plans for today have just been cancelled because the iPhone weather app did a Karen Smith and didn’t predict rain for today right up until it started raining so thanks for that one British meteorologists. Your incompetence strikes again.

8. Etro

-corset from Urban Outfitters, vinyl trench coat from Topshop, boots from Ebay, black slip dress from kaoanaoleinik on Depop, fur trim afghan coat from louisemarcella-

Like with Brock Collection, Etro isn’t a hugely well known brand, but it is always one of my favourites-to add a spanner into the works of any attempts to cultivate a firm sense of personal style, I live for the ornate Bohemian look that Etro does so well just as much as I love both grungy and girly pieces, and so I really wanted to include a brand whose collections go down that route. It was a toss-up between this and Zimmerman, the flirtier, free spirit counterpart to the dark romance of Veronica Etro’s designs; her vision really shines through the most when it comes to the brand’s winter collections, imo, and given that I live in a country where winter or some weather state resembling it does seem to take up 70% of the year, I did decide on channelling her work rather than that of the equally talented Nicky and Simone Zimmermann this time round.

9. Dolce & Gabbana

-flower crown from ASOS, tiara from Amazon, earrings from YesStyle, dress from alicealderdice1 on Depop, opera gloves from Ebay, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

D&G is a brand I felt really conflicted about doing-I don’t include their current collections in my fashion week reviews based on the actions of designers Stefano Gabbana and Domenico Dolce over the last few years because I don’t want to mitigate the collective effort of fashion critics to push them towards irrelevancy. Though people like to claim the brand has turned a corner since Lucio Di Rosa was brought on board as the manager of celebrity and VIP relations last year (they are as prolific a force on red carpet fashion as ever), we haven’t seen any real meaningful apologies or reparations made by Dolce and Gabbana themselves which once again leaves us in the all too familiar quandary of whether or not we can separate the art from the artist especially when it is far too much of a simplification to only credit the two men for their work given there’s a whole design team behind them. There are a LOT of shitty people working in fashion, the whole industry is a bit of a cesspit if we’re honest, but I don’t think that should stop us from at least being able to appreciate old collections if we make sure we aren’t engaging in any kind of promotion of current works whilst doing so. D&G are a brand of high highs and low lows, with looks that range from hideously ugly to showstoppingly beautiful in a single show-when the looks are good, they are GOOD-and their presence in the fashion world is most definitely felt whether we want it to be or not. It would just be shit to refuse to recognise the existence of some real iconic runway moments, the practical work that went into the ornate detail and opulence that helped cement D&Gs place in sartorial history, the styling that’s made goddesses and fairytale queens out of modern day women as they’ve glided down catwalks, the far more extravagant and, let’s be real, sexier version of our world D&G shows have transported us to in the past. Will I talk about D&G ever again? No, and if you Google the scandals their brand has faced over the past few years, there are more than enough reasons why, but just this once I did want to pay homage to some of the collections, the snippets of which I saw on my Tumblr dashboard back when I was about 13, that first got me into fashion.

10. Gucci

-fur coat from Topshop, clips from Zaful, glasses from Ebay, dress from gracewright246 on Depop, shirt from Boohoo, blazer from charity shop-

Now last but, if you ever read any of my fashion week reviews (the likelihood of someone actually having read one of them and reading this is incredibly, incredibly slim lol, I wouldn’t read me either) you’ll know, definitely not least, is Gucci because Alessandro Michele comes through every!! single!! time!!

The man is truly the king of quirky throwback maximalism and it hurts my heart that a lot of people seem to think of it only as a brand associated with ostentatious displays of wealth. Year after year since Michele was made creative director he has released purposeful, fully-fleshed out collections which unravel themselves to us on the runway like time capsules containing the belongings of the rich and whimsical and yes that can sometimes result in outfits which are *ahem* a bit mismatched but it doesn’t matter because through fashion he manages to take us to a vivid version of the past where people could dress as freely and lavishly as they wanted to, into the wardrobe of a person unaffected by the side-eyeing of others. You get the impression he doesn’t design so much as plays around with some kind of enchanted dress up box and takes inspiration from there and to give that impression is only a credit to his talent-to make outfits so kooky and extravagant look like they were meant to be takes a boldness and genuine love for clothes that I do tend to feel a lot of the big name designers have lost in the pursuit of profit and the necessary placating of the dying customer base that keeps that coming in. Of course I'm not for a second saying Gucci does not care about profit, but at the very least, they have on board a creative director who genuinely has fun with what they’re putting out there and wants to make a statement too and that really shows; you can rest on your laurels and sell tweed boucle jackets to rich old white women for eternity but nobody’s going to mention your brand name and the word groundbreaking in the same sentence ever again unless they’re talking about what it was a century ago, you know (mentioning no names...unless...did I hear someone say Chanel)? That feels like such a shady way to end, lol, but I’m sure said brand will survive-to be fair, they’ve been included in every other What I’d Wear to Sit Front Row At video I’ve seen so although I’m always slagging them off for doing the saaaaame thinggggg year after year, for that same reason their aesthetic is instantly recognisable and so will always be a source of imitation. There are obviously pros and cons to being a brand which constantly reinvents itself but I think it’s totally possible to do that whilst maintaining an overall mission, and Alessandro Michele’s work at Gucci demonstrates that with ease.

Anyway, if you got to here, thanks for reading! I know I’m super behind on this whole TikTok trend and I know a Tumblr post instead of a video is a bit of a cop out but all the real, physically awkward ones out there know that watching yourself back is excruciating lmao, so I hope this does the trick. After this, I’m gonna get back to the reviewing S/S21 collections post though knowing me I’ll probs take a few days to get back into that because I feel like since I left full-time education (RIP me going back in a few months) writing continuously like this for any longer than about 15 mins fries what brain cells I have left. Again, thank you for reading and if you are, sending many good vibes your way! Stay safe!

Lauren x

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #530

i’m sorry i’m spamming tf out this tag, y’all. I missed surveys a lot bro.

Do you know anyone who does have cancer? I don't believe I know anyone with active cancer, no. Has your house or where you stayed ever flooded? My childhood home, at least outside, got pretty damn flooded from Hurricane Floyd. Thankfully, our porch was tall and it was a brick house with a strong foundation, so we were fine. Who or what would you like to be remembered as when you leave this earth? I want to be remembered as someone who deeply cared about others and animals, and hopefully as a relatively talented artist of some sort. Ever felt like punching a hole in a wall? Yes, but I would never actually do that. Ever been a part of a search party? No. Have you ever had swollen ankles? Yes, from edema. I actually experienced awful swelling leaving the hospital yesterday that I nearly collapsed going to the car and came so close to crying. I'd done a lot (for me, anyway...) of walking, power-walking at that, and my legs just can't handle it. if you could have any accent which one would you want? British. What is your least favorite fruit? Maybe cantaloupe? I'm not sure. [insert a random fact about yourself here please: Ummm I was born in an ice storm. If you could own your own foundation what would it benefit? Maybe like, abused and rescued pets? I'd have to think on this a while. Are you against wearing real animal fur? Unless you live in the arctic and absolutely need to for survival, absolutely. Would you know how to use a flare gun in case of an emergency? No, but it looks easy enough to figure out. Ever seen a woodpecker? Yeah! do you know anyone diagnosed with autism? My niece, and Mom and I speculate I might be a high-functioning autistic for a pretty big number of reasons. I was just never tested for it and by this point in my life really don't care. Have you ever been bullied because of the things you like? I was never really bullied, but I felt very judged in elementary school for being a girl that loved Pokemon. Have you bullied others because they like things you do not? No. Never, ever aim to make people ashamed of what makes them happy. Have you ever been a bad friend? I'm sure I have. Do you like Elton John? Not particularly, no. I do enjoy quite a few covers of "Rocket Man," though, and I like his parts in "Ordinary Man" by Ozzy. Have any celebrity deaths hit you hard? Which one(s)? Steve Irwin hit me the hardest; he was my hero. Chester Bennington was also hard. Have you ever been ghosted before? No. Would you prefer a black or white cellphone, or a bright colored one? Brightly colored. Does your mom, dad, or siblings play any instruments? No. My older sister played the clarinet in either middle or high school, I don't remember, but I'm sure she couldn't play it now. Your last ex: how did you two get together? My mind was kinda drifting while I was riding in the car with Mom, and I rather suddenly had a daydream about her and realized "oh shit I like her" and not long after told her. Does your mom dye her hair? Yes. She's self-conscious of her gray. If yes, does she deny that she does? No. What's the last thing you searched on Google? The definition of "succor" because I heard it in Elden Ring, and it was a very familiar word, but I just couldn't quite remember what it meant. How would you react if your mom got a lip piercing? THAT would be shocking. What animal is really common to see in the woods where you live? Squirrels. Would you like to follow in one of your parents' footsteps? No, honestly. What/who do you take the most pictures of? My cat, lol. Be honest, does the person you like actually deserve you? Or are they actually not worthy of your affections? I don't deserve him. But I'm trying to be what he's worthy of. Who were you in a relationship with last October? Girt. What is better, history or science? Science, for sure. Would you ever wear black lipstick? Do you know anyone who does? If I ever wear lipstick, it's always black. If you wear eye shadow, do you put on a dark colour or a light? And if you wear mascara, what colour is it? Always black, bby. Do you combine your socks and underwear in the same drawer? Yes. If the last person you kissed told you that kissing you was a mistake, what would your reaction be? I'd cry, like, a lot. What’s the meanest thing anyone’s said to you? I don't want to think of this. Which one of your friends should be a stand-up comedian? GIRT! I have believed since I met this dude that he's the funniest person I know. He makes me laugh so damn easily. Is your mom a better driver or your dad? Yes; my dad has a tendency to tailgate. What did you do the last time you hung out with your boyfriend? We played Shadow of the Colossus! We've only got two bosses left. What was the last food item craving you had? Peach rings. John had them in his Elden Ring vid I was watching yesterday, and I'm just like,,,,, bro mail me some What do you think of archaeology? It's super interesting! Do you like D&D or Magic The Gathering the most? I've never played the former because I'm too awkward for it, but I do enjoy Magic. Did you get enough rest last night? Nowhere NEAR enough. I was too excited to be home and wanted to do stuff instead of sleep. Who would you like to spend one day with that is no longer living? Steve irwin. What are you least proud of? My body. Have you ever kissed someone in the rain? Yeah. Do you think anyone has feelings for you? I know he does. When’s the last time you talked with the opposite sex on the phone? A few days when Girt called me at the hospital. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing? Wal-Mart. It's actually a really cool candy skull tank top. Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? BRO if the recent surveys have been enough of a sign, I've been really, really appreciative and thankful for my boyfriend lately, more than usual, or ever. Where is your boyfriend/girlfriend right now? He's at work. Favourite place in your country? Bro I haven't explored NEARLY enough locations to answer this. I just know I love mountainous areas. Do you get confused with other nationalities? No. Which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best? Canada. Which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with? Uhhhh... most hated, I suppose that we're all starving for war or that we see America as flawless. One that I agree with is we absolutely stick our noses into places they don't belong. Are you interested in your country’s history? To be real, no, but I'm not interested in history, period. Do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? What about the national anthem? Our flag is fine, imo. I don't have much of an opinion on the anthem. What makes you proud about your country? I mean, I guess we're probably the most free? But I'm not interested in world politics like that to really know. Do you have people of different nationalities in your family? Ancestors, yeah. Not close family, though. If the last person you kissed invited you to a family dinner, would you go? I'd be stoked! I wanna meet his family so badly, he's just self-conscious of his house because it's apparently hectic and likes to get away from it. Do you remember what you were wearing last time you cried? Hospital scrubs. Do you have any friends you have never gotten into an argument with? I know with certainty I've never had an argument with Tez! Have you ever been in an on-and-off relationship? So annoying right? No. Have you ever developed a crush on someone the first day you met them? I don't think so? I thought Jason was kinda weird at first, but I did develop a crush on him quickly. Would you be able to tell me your mom’s favorite food? No. Maybe something Chinese. Would you rather have a pet snake or a pet cat? Those are the two pets I have and adore! ;-; IF I had to pick between the two though and my current babies weren't in the question, I'd probs choose a snake. Have you ever gotten anything racist about you yelled at you? No. Does the last person whose house you were at like anyone? Yeah, she's married. Has a boyfriend/girlfriend ever given you a stuffed animal? Yeah! I love that. What is your opinion on sex without emotional commitment? It ain't for me for sure, but if others are safe, smart, and knowlegeeble about any precautions they need to take (like if having a sexually transmitted disease), you do you. I've heard there's science about an almost inevitable attachment, so it may not be the smartest choice, but I'm not sure about it. Name of your first grade teacher? Mrs. Jones. What books, if any, have made you cry? Oh god, many. Whose car were you in last…? My mom's. Who was the last person to piss you off? My mom and I got into a fight earlier, and I was STEAMING afterwards.

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harryspet · 4 years

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little doe [1] peter parker

[Warnings] peter parker x oc, multiverse oc, future dd lg dynamic, future dubcon?, mostly fluff, very innocent oc, broken english

A/N: This is part one to a short series! I usually write dark fics and this idea has a lot of potential to go that direction so forewarning! For the most part, I plan to make this similar to a dd lg style relationship with Peter being more of a big brother rather than a daddy. Anyways, some darker themes and smut are probably ahead! (I’m imagining the oc as Dahyun from twice but feel free to imagine whoever or self insert)

In which she’s not from this version of earth but Peter still grows fond of her.

word count: 2.5k

Peter would never tire of being Spiderman. He thought things might change after high school but there seemed to always be bad guys to test him and for him to defeat. He loved saving people, of course, but the learning was the best part. He had seen things people could only dream about. And staring at her through the glass that separated them, he knew he was about to learn a lot.

“Where did you find her?” He asked Pepper, who was the one who had called him to the lab.

“Wyoming, she landed in the middle of a field there. The man who owned the property thought lightning had struck nearby. She wasn’t in some capsule either, completely naked, and barely breathing. She looked human so they took her to a nearby hospital.”

Peter crossed his arms, still in his spider suit minus the mask. He had been called here just after a mission and, although he desperately craved a shower and a warm bed, his interest was piqued, “I’m guessing something went wrong in the hospital if she’s here now.”

The girl was on the thinner side, a little malnourished, and her hair was a bright white. The gray jumpsuit she was wearing contrasted with it, “When she finally gained consciousness, she panicked. Long story short, the entire hospital floor was wrecked. It burned and then it flooded.”

The girl did not look like someone who could do something like this, not when she was so small. She was walking around the room, running her fingers against the wall as if she was trying to understand every detail of her surroundings.

“So her powers?”

“We think it has something to do with the elements. I don’t think she can summon them but she can control them. S.H.I.E.L.D brought her to us to develop some sort of device to keep her powers in check.”

“She still looks . . . human,” Peter said as the girl approached the glass. It was one way but the girl’s neon blues stared right into him. Could she somehow see him?

“We think she’s from earth but a different version. She must’ve escaped through some hole. That’s why Fury thinks we might already have the sources to control her.”

Peter took a step closer to the glass, completely entranced by her eyes, “Does she speak English?”

“We don’t know. That’s why you’re here,” Peter’s eyebrows rose and he flashed Pepper a confused look, “If she loses it, you’ll be able to handle it better than one of our engineers here. Besides that, aren’t you curious, Peter?”

Pepper knew that the young and adventurous side of him was still there. That was why she chose him. Either that or she thought he was expendable.

He put his masks back on and Peter willingly entered the lion’s den. Except the girl didn’t pounce on him … at all. In fact, she backed away quickly from the college student, positioning herself in the corner. She scowled at Peter, her fingers balled into a fist, as she grew frustrated that she had no sources of energy to draw from.

Peter’s heart sank and he quickly pressed a control on the holographic control system that appeared around his forearm. His mask disappeared and he put his hands up, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m one of the good guys.”

Her fists seemed to loosen but she didn’t move any further. Peter looked around the room and there was only a metal bed bolted into the wall, a fire-resistant blanket sitting on top of it.

“I’m Peter,” He spoke again, “Do you have a name?”

Again, no response. Maybe she didn’t understand English. He moved a hand to point to himself, “Peter,” He repeated his name a few times and then pointed to her, “What’s your name?”

Excitement shown in his eyes as she slowly lifted a fist and pointed to herself, “What’s… .your . . . name?” She repeated back. For a moment, he thought he was successful but she didn’t seem to know what she was saying. Her pronunciation was good but he wondered if that was only because of her intelligence. She was trying though and he continued to smile.

“Peter,” he pointed to himself and then pointed back to her and waited expectantly.

She shook her head. Well, it seemed that it was a universal gesture.

Peter sighed, slowly lowering his hands and then suddenly she spoke but it was a language he did not understand. Still, it was her name but, unlike her, he doubted he’d say anything close to correct pronunciation.

“Good,” Peter nodded, “We might have to come up with a nickname.”

“Peter,” She said, his name and his eyes widen. She pointed to her throat and then down to her stomach. She was hungry.

Although he couldn’t see Pepper, he looked towards the glass, “Food and water please.”

A few moments and several awkward glances later, a tray was being slid through the small slat in the door. Apparently they had decided on a turkey sandwich, chips, a bowl of fruit and a small glass of water. Peter was about to carry it towards her but she flinched again.

He decided to sit it down in the middle of the floor, take a few steps back and sit. He sat cross legged and then gestured to the food. She was going to have to come closer at some point and he’d sit and wait until that happened.

Her stomach growled, he heard it, but she didn’t move closer. She held her stomach in pain and fell to her knees. Peter wanted badly to go to her but he knew that would only scare her more, “Please come and eat,” He practically begged. He held his hands up again, “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

She thought for a minute longer until she started to crawl closer. Peter tried not to make any sudden moves because her striking eyes never left his. She made it to the tray and looked at him over one time. There was a plastic set of utensils but she didn’t seem to notice as she dug her hands into the bowl and pulled out some strawberries.

She ate as if it might be her last meal, palming the food into her mouth. How long had she not eaten? When she lifted the glass of water, she spared him another glance. She thought she might send the water through his nose and try to drown him but she gulped it down instead.

When all the food was gone, she looked under each plate for more, “Do you want more food?” He asked and she shook her head. That was universal enough to understand.

She seemed to stare at him for a long while until she suddenly pushed the tray to the side and began crawling towards him.

He leaned back to move away but she heard him say, “Won’t hurt, promise,” She learned quickly, to say the least. She reached out and she let him, she ran a hand down the length of his arm. She felt the red and black suit calmly.

“It’s not my real skin,” He spoke hesitantly, admiring her now that she was so close, “My skin is like yours.”

She took his wrist, placing his hand on her cheek, “My skin like yours,” she repeated. She did feel human but something special sparked underneath. He wondered what she felt when she touched him.

“Yeah,” Peter grinned, his cheeks starting to redden, “Like yours.”

Peter tried to come back every day. Even after his missions and, when he couldn’t seem to get away, he thought about her the entire time.

Though she was still hesitant sometimes, she was comfortable around Peter which he liked.

This particular day when he arrived, it was the first time in two weeks. He’d been halfway across the world for a mission and this was the earliest he could come see her. Pepper gave him a worried look when he approached, “She hasn’t been sleeping and she’s refusing food. We tried to put a sedative in her food but she knew something was off.”

When Peter entered her cell, she immediately perked up. He learned at another visit a few weeks ago that she slept under the bed and not on it. She came out of her small hiding place as he entered with a tray of food in his hand. No sedative this time. He walked over to her bed but was taken aback when she growled at him.

“You leave,” She stated, anger and sadness in her tone, “Peter, you leave.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” He set down the tray gently, “But I had a mission. I can’t see you everyday but you have to get used to that. You can’t starve yourself when I’m not here.”

She frowned, trying to process his words. Peter continued, “It makes Peter sad when you don’t eat. When you don’t sleep.” He spoke using facial expressions and gestures.

She seemed to understand that. She came forward and started to eat her soup. She held the spoon with her entire hand. After a few bites, she looked up at him, “Peter sad?”

“No,” He shook his head, “You’re doing good.” He tried to praise her, showing her a smile.

She liked this, understanding him and having his approval.

When she lifted her water glass, she gestured to Peter. She began twirling her fingers in a circle and suddenly the water rose. It formed the shape of a standing man. Though the facial features couldn’t be carved out, she said, “Peter.” The water figure began to walk in place in the air.

Peter stared in amazement and then another shape appeared, a girl with long hair who was walking beside him.

She smiled and then the water dropped back into the glass, “You’re amazing,” Peter was flabbergasted.

She gave him a look of appreciation.

Although her eyes were bright, they were soft and gentle. She was strong but so easily scared, She was precious like a baby dear, “Doe,” Peter decided.

She flashed him a confused look but he explained it by pointing to himself to say, “Peter,” She already knew that but he pointed to her next, “Doe.”

She mimicked him, pointing to herself, “Doe.”

She played with the simple name on her lips, “Do you like it?” Peter asked nervously.

She nodded her head quickly, probably sensing his hesitance, “Doe. Peter. No sad.”

He smiled at that, “Doe and Peter. Happy. We are happy.”

“Happy,” Doe repeated and, though he was sitting in a prison made for her, Peter truly felt it.

“Peter, I don’t think you know what you’re suggesting. She’s not from this version of the universe. We can’t just integrate her into society.”

“Trust me, Pepper. The sooner she becomes accustomed to the outside world, the less afraid she will be. I’ll give her the suppressants and I won’t leave her unsupervised.”

“If I agree, Fury won’t be able to know. That means, she can’t burn down any buildings or we’ll both be in deep shit.”

“He wants a weapon, right? Another Avenger? He won’t just let her be.”

Pepper sighed, “I doubt he will, Peter. I suppose it’s better than keeping her trapped here. It’ll give her a taste of freedom before Fury tries to make her a killing machine.”

His apartment was one of the first big purchases Peter made after he turned eighteen. It was closer to school and Aunt May was close enough to come over and feed him. It was quite luxurious for someone his age but Peter only really slept here. Ever since he met Doe, he spent even less time there.

He spent most of his money on tech and merchandise related to his favorite comic books rather than decorations.

Doe didn’t seem to mind and Peter thought that might just be because she liked everything. She looked over every single thing in each room just because she wanted to. She liked the collectable action figures the most though she didn’t like how Peter kept them locked away in glass containers.

Pepper had loaned him some clothes for her. He soon learned that she disliked the tightness of jeans. And shoes in general. A dress was the safest bet to avoid a tantrum and she had chosen a red sundress over Pepper’s usual black and white clothing.

When they got to Peter’s bedroom, she already knew it was his. It was the room that smelt the most like him. Ned had called it a sweet master bedroom for an even more awesome bachelor pad.

“Peter, sleep?” Peter nodded and then explained how it was called a bed. He had been doing that for almost everything in his apartment.

“Doe, sleep,” She gestured again to his bed.

“Doe has her own bed,” Peter corrected her, deciding to show her down the hallway where the guest room was. He placed a hand on the small of her back in order to guide her.

She kept trying to turn around, “Doe bed. Peter bed. We happy,” He understood her but pretended he didn't.

He opened the door to her room and was shocked by what he saw. It seemed that May had done much more than he had asked her for. It was decorated like a teenage girl’s room, soft pink and gray. Fairy lights, fluffy pillows and the works. He asked her to make it cozier, not to make it unrecognizable to the rest of his apartment.

There was even a canopy draped over the bed. Doe walked further into the room, rubbing her feet against the new, soft carpet. She climbed onto the bed, patting the spot beside her, “Peter bed. Doe bed. Happy.”

Peter sighed, “Doe, this is your room. My room is down the hall.”

She frowned and then the cycle began. Peter showed her the rest of the room, where her clothes were and the bathroom. They ate takeout together and Doe had pizza for the first time which, of course, made her “happy”.

She managed to distract him until one in the morning but it came the time when Peter had to take Doe to her room. He helped her pick out pajamas, a pink nightgown, and then pulled the comforter back as she climbed in. She even had a stuffed animal she’d quickly grown attached to, a bunny, stuck to her chest.

Even after that, as he walked to the door, a gust of wind roared past him and the door shut.

“Doe,” Peter’s lips pressed into a thin line.

“Peter,” She countered, frowning.

Peter was too tired to argue anymore as he ran a tired hand through his brown locks. He switched off the lights before he crawled into the bed beside her, above the comforter. He laid his head against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

“Peter?”

“If I’m going to stay, you have to sleep.”

She understood and Peter turned his head to look at her. She was already facing him, clutching her bunny as she closed her eyes. A successfully dismantled bomb.

Peter closed his eyes too.

Resisting her might be the hardest mission he’d ever go on.

If you enjoyed this, make sure you check out my other Peter fic! If you’d liked to be tagged when I post the next part, please leave a comment or send me an ask! (If you reblog, I’ll probably add you as well)

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 4 years

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First I wanted to say that I binge read a lot of your fics and I love all of them! Thx for sharing your amazing work with us 💜 I wondered if I may request a fic with J and a reader who's insecure about her body because she's a little bit chubby (really only a little bit). But she was mocked in her past, and now she hardly wants to show anything of her body, e.g. even in summer she never wears shorts etc. Fluff would be great 💚 Feel free to ignore my request if you don't like writing about it.

Hello, anon!! I’m back with your fic! Thank you so much again for your request 🥺💕 I hope you see it and I really hope its what you were looking for! It’s a very fluffy comfort fic with a very soft version of J. A girl needs some comfort sometimes!

Self-insert, Ledger Joker x fem reader, comfort, fluff, fluff fluff

Word count: 2, 574 🙈

Warnings: body issues/low self-esteem, anxiety, triggers involving removing clothes, not quite NSFW but clothing is taken off

Heat

Sweat beaded on your forehead as you reached to turn on the fan by your window. The artificial breeze did little to relieve your discomfort brought on by the sweltering heat wave blanketing Gotham.

Summer decided it wasn’t finished yet and the temperature suddenly soared this late September evening with no sign of cooling down, even with the setting of the harsh sun. You hated the summer. Sweaty clothing sticking to your skin, the humidity in the air making you feel sluggish. Everyone walked around in shorts and tank tops, soaking up the sun’s rays at parks and on patios, or cooling off in the waves at the shore, comfortable showing their skin. You weren’t.

This time of year was hard for you. You didn’t want to show your body. Long pants and shirts with enough fabric to conceal your torso, thats all you wore, even when you were by yourself. People would see you walking around in jeans and a zip-up hoodie in ninety degree weather and look at you like something was wrong with you. There wasn’t anything wrong with you, well not in that way. You’d been mocked for your appearance so much during your life, especially when you were young, that if you spent too long in front of a mirror you’d find plenty of things. You’d look at your reflection and lament about the little extra weight you carry, your smaller bust, this crease, that stretch mark. People are cruel. People are shallow. If you don’t have a body that meets their standards, they’re sure to tell you.

Part of what attracted you to Joker was the fact that he couldn’t care less about what anyone thinks of him. His clothes were loud, his face was one that no one can ignore, his presence commanded attention. He basked in it, reveled in having eyes on him, but had no interest in their opinion. As long as he made a lasting impression, he was happy. Of course he knew that he would, no one forgot him.

You certainly didn’t. You saw his face and were instantly mesmerized. His eyes drew yours in and held them there with an invisible force. Of all places to find yourself, it had to be at Gotham National Bank that morning. Everything happened so fast. Fear turned into fascination and fascination turned into an unlikely new job for you. When he didn’t scare you away, curiosity flashed on his face. You couldn’t look away. He let you go on one condition, you worked for him now. You were his eyes and ears, a little birdie, listening for rumors and word of mouth from around the city. He found your inconspicuousness useful.

You managed to keep your feelings secret for awhile now. You couldn’t help your attraction to him, he was so enigmatic and charming. His charm was undoubtedly a tool he used for manipulation but with you, it felt different. He didn’t try to scare you. He towered over your shorter stature but you liked it, when he stood over you he was all you could see. He started calling you names like “doll face” and “kitten”, even “my little bird”, making your heart flutter every time he said them. You never saw him interact with anyone in a romantic way, but you had a feeling the ability was there, hiding. There was a softness in his hands that you could see. He always said his scars scared people, not you though. You wanted to run your fingertips over them, kiss them, love them. You felt this emptiness, a lack of intimacy, that you wanted him to fill.

But you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t feel like you were good enough for him. He’s the Joker, how could you be good enough for him?

You apartment door swung open and you jumped from your chair, scrambling to your feet.

“Jump-y little bird, aren’t ya?” Joker chuckled.

Your widened eyes narrowed at him before sighing and flopping back into your seat. “Well someone suddenly bursting into my apartment is a little startling, yeah.”

Joker grinned and giggled again, he always seemed to have fun getting you riled up so you’d be snarky with him. “Ahh what’s got your knickers in a knot, hm?”

“Its… its just so hot out,” you answered, your face darkening at his mention of your underwear.

It was so hot out he was without his trademark purple trench and suit jacket, even his vest and tie were missing. The sleeves of his hexagon shirt were rolled up so you couldn’t stop eyeing his bare forearms. He cocked an eyebrow as his eyes studied your attire. “Uhh it would prob-ably help if your weren’t dressed for a, ah, snow storm, doll.”

You smirked and huffed a giggle at his joke like you always would, trying to hide that the subject of your appearance was already starting to grate at your nerves.

“No! Not a snow storm! I just, um, I like to be comfortable,” you lied with a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t fool him. He saw right through your phony casual demeanor, tilting his head to the side while he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him the truth.

You still tried to change the subject. “S-so, uh, I heard something about Batman today.”

Of course he knew you were lying. He could see the hesitation in your eyes, the way your brow was slightly furrowed, your nervous fingers fidgeting with the loose thread on your shirt.

“Nooo you didn’t,” he said in a deep voice, his tongue flicking over his lip. He continued to wait with his eyes on you, breaking down the façade you were attempting to build in front of you.

You swallowed and stared at him, the forced grin dropping from your face. He wanted to be serious. Alright, you can be serious. You always joked about things but never this. It was too personal.

“You’re gonna make me talk about this?” you asked, your heart now pounding in your throat.

Joker nodded slowly. He didn’t like to be lied to, you knew this, and he wouldn’t let it go until you talked. He stepped closer, his expression like stone while he lowered himself to sit in front of you. Your instincts compelled you to hide yourself even more so you drew yours knees in to your chest. He wasn’t going to back down.

You kept your eyes on his and look a deep breath before looking away, your hands starting to shake. “I… don’t like the way I look. I cover myself with clothes so I don’t have to see, so no one else can see.”

Tears formed behind your eyes, burning with embarrassment. Why did you say that? You’ve never told that to anyone and you just told Joker. Why? Your head started to buzz and your chest tightened. You wished that the floor would open and swallow you up so you wouldn’t have to face his ridicule.

“You care about that?” you heard him ask.

Your heart nearly stopped and your gaze jerked back over to his face. What did he just say?

“Um… what?”

His heavy black eyelids blinked at you and he said, “That’s no way to live your life, my little bird.”

All you could do was blink back, your mouth opening to speak but no words came to mind. You never expected him to say something like that.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I wanna see. You’re gonna show me,” he said, completely serious.

Your stomach sank so violently you though you were going to throw up. “What?? No! N-no…” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, this situation was heading in an unexpected direction so fast it was making your head spin.

He reached out and gripped your wrist when you tried to stand up. He’d never touched you before. His hands were rough but also soft. His skin was so warm. You stopped and slowly lifted your eyes to meet his, your rapid breath slowing.

“I won’t force ya, doll, its not like that at all. But… you’ll feel better.”

You stared back into his eyes. They looked different. He looked at you with a sort of reverence, like you were the one that would be granting him the privilege. Something stirred inside you. He was suddenly holding the door open for your relationship to become something more. You’d always wished it so, but now you were nervous. Your pulse was racing again and you tried to come up with something to say. You didn’t think you could do it. What if he didn’t like your body? What if you disgusted him? What if…

“What if I do it too, hm?” he asked.

Your eyes widened and you almost choked as your throat when dry as a bone. You’d… get to see him too? Now you really couldn’t speak.

His eyes took in your expression before he leaned forward and slowly used his hold on your wrist to guide your hand to his chest, where his shirt was buttoned near the top.

“I’ll go first,” he said softly.

Your fingers touched his chest and goosebumps prickled your arms despite the oppressive heat. You stared at your fingertips that now touched him so lightly. You’d never touched him before either. A tingling feeling swirled in your belly and you looked from your hand to his eyes. His eyelids heavy, he silently nodded at you.

Your fingers trembled as your other hand came up to grip the fabric, sliding the button through. It was like you had no control over them as your hands continued to move down each button, his chest steadily rising and falling with his breath. You looked at his skin, small scars littered over his chest as it was slowly revealed to you. Then he slipped his suspenders off of his shoulders to pull his arms out of the shirt, leaving it on the chair behind him. He watched you stare at his naked torso before kicking his shoes off and bending to pull off his socks. Without hesitation, he stood and unbuttoned his pants to let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them to stand in front of you, wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts.

Now the room felt even hotter, your blood rushing to the surface and face flushed from watching him just undress in front of you, like it was no big deal. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, his body like a magnet for them while your heart thumped against your ribs. You felt his gaze on you and you slowly looked up at him.

“Your turn, doll. Are ya ready?”

Your breath quickened and you bit your lip. Maybe he was right. You spent so much effort and went through so much discomfort to hide yourself from people. He made it look so easy. Maybe you would feel better.

You cleared your throat and said quietly, “Can, um… can you– can you do it for me?”

He nodded and put out his hand for you to take. A tingle traveled down your back and he lead you away from the windows to the privacy of your bedroom to sit you down on your bed. He caught you in his gaze once more before gently taking your arms out of your hoodie, his fingertips brushing against the skin on your arms to raise yet another ripple of goosebumps.

You took a sharp inhale when he lightly gripped the bottom of your t-shirt and he stopped. You tried to gain control of your breathing and stared at his hands. Fear tightened your muscles and all of your insecurities came bubbling to the surface. Memories of sports physicals, locker rooms, and swim class, anxiety about having to take your clothes off, flooded your mind. This almost didn’t feel real.

Then Joker let go of your shirt and started running his hands up your arms. It felt… amazing. His touch was light and gentle, comforting. It was so unlike what you’d expect. He was carefully taking in all of the bends and curves, paying attention to your details. You didn’t feel like he was scrutinizing, just appreciating. The urge to feel his hands on more of you made your stomach flutter you took his hands to guide them back to the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you and you nodded slightly.

Slowly, he lifted your shirt until it was over your head. Your eyes were squeezed shut when you felt his fingertips on your collar bone while he coaxed you to lay back. Your eyelids softened but you kept your eyes closed while he took his time tracing it before running his finger down the center of your chest, between your breasts. Your breathing quickened and he slowed down again, taking care to pay attention to how you reacted to where he put his hands. His thumbs grazed your belly when he ran his palms down your sides. You stiffened a bit as he entered an area you were self-conscious about, but you started to relax when he carefully caressed the plush skin from the center outward to follow your curves with his fingers. You sighed when he placed his hands on your shoulders to glide his fingers over your chest then down to your waistband. He gripped the button on your jeans and stopped, waiting until you opened your eyes.

His gaze was tranquil, putting you at ease and giving you a confidence you didn’t know you had. A soft smile tugged at the corners of your mouth and you nodded again before he unbuttoned your pants and gently pulled them down. You tried to keep yourself calm as you watched your legs become uncovered, marks and lines highlighting every area you’ve spent so long deploring, wishing you could change, hiding.

Your thoughts began to revert to their typical self disparagement until Joker laid his hands on your thighs, palms flat, one on each leg. He was knelt over you with your ankles between his knees. He slid his hands down toward your knees, putting light pressure, like a massage. He hadn’t said a word since he started undressing you but it didn’t seem like he needed to. His hands rubbed and kneaded your muscles, fingers traced your shapes, and palms soothed. You even felt cooler. He continued to explore your body, rubbing your calves and your ankles, with nothing but admiration, like he was grated access to appreciate something beautiful. You felt like one of those women in Renaissance paintings, reclined on soft cushions to be venerated by an attentive admirer.

He lifted his fingers from your ankles and sat back for a moment. His eyes scanned down your body while you breathed and he purred in a low voice, “Now you, well you are a sight to behold, doll face.”

A genuine smile stretched across your face and suddenly he moved to bring his face up to yours, his hands propping him over top of you. “Feel better?” he murmured, his lips so close they nearly grazed yours.

“I… I do actually,” you said softly, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders while your heart raced.

“Good.”

His lips took hold of yours to pull you into a deep kiss, wrapping you in a different kind of heat.

#heath ledger joker #ledger!joker #the dark knight #soft!joker #joker fanfiction #joker x you #ledger joker x reader #anon request #tw anxiety #tw body negativity #tw low self esteem

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bellaslilpapercut · 3 years

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Eclipse reread part 2! This is gonna cover a lot of chapters because I forgot to include stuff from chapters 4, 5, and 6 in part 1 (in my defense your honor, this book is very grating to read). Awayyy we go:

1. so chapters 4-6 really could have been one chapter tbh since the plot is: Bella ditches work at Newton’s Outfitters to hang with Jake and then writes some graduation invites with Angela. She pushes her rusty old behemoth as fast as it can go through driving rain but then hangs outside with Jake the whole time so I don’t really know where the rain went. She also manages to hear Jake gasp through her closed car door! Super sonic! Anyway, Bella insists that Edward is a good guy, Jake makes Bella hold his hand, Jake explains imprinting (yuck we can skip that), and then Edward drives threateningly past Bella while she’s on her way to Angela’s house. Angela reminds Bella that, at his core, Edward is a teen boy who is Totally Jealous of how Ripped and Sexy her 16 year old best friend is. Then Alice kidnaps Bella. Fun times!

2. During the imprinting convo it becomes very apparent that Meyer thinks the worst thing that can happen to a girl is getting broken up with. Somehow Leah got the “worst end” of the Sam/Emily/Leah fiasco despite Sam turning into a “monster” and Emily getting literally mauled in the face. What’s worse is later in the book, during the “Legends” chapter, when Bella wonders if Leah thinks Emily’s scars are a form of “justice.” Yea, Bella, that’s justice.

3. I love this Rosalie quote but hate the entirety of they way meyer writes her story. Others have mentioned it before but Meyer writes Rose's dialogue there as if Rose is an author and not like...a person telling a story. An easy fix would be to format Rosalie's story "flash back" style rather than have her narrate all the way through. Then you can include all the superfluous details of exactly what everyone's voice sounded like and all the excessive dialogue tags you want.

I also Violently Abhor this quote here:

Yea, meyer, the Hot Girl hates your self-insert because her stupid ass brother didn't have the hots for her. It just reads like weird middle school revenge fantasy "I only hated you because you were so Special!!!" Sure, sure. Also "all those females!" People don't talk like that @stephanie

4. I do love the scene when Bella “escapes” from Alice with Jake (I don’t know why i put escape in quotes, Alice could definitely murk Bella) but then that whole adventure ends with Jake telling Bella he’d rather she die than turn into a vampire. And yeah, fair buddy, but also you’ve known Bella for a long time. This should not be a surprise to you at all even a little bit. a) she mentioned it before, b) you knew she would never get over Edward even if your plan in NM had worked, and c) you’ve known that she’s fully obsessed with the Cullen’s since you started hanging out with her again. The last time you guys hung out she went on an impassioned rampage about how lovely and good and fantastic Edward is (footage not found) I really don’t know why you’re surprised that this hard-headed girl is prepared to commit to vampirism for him. She is not normal lmfao.

5. The legends chapter. Oh boy. Stephanie, Meyer, Smeyer. Honestly it might have been less offensive if she had just made up a whole new tribe to give these backstories to, for all that they have in common with real Quileute legends but actually that would still be offensive and terrible anyway. I don’t know how to describe this adequately but if you’ve ever seen G.I. Joe’s portrayal of indigenous people that’s exactly what meyer made Old Quil and Billy’s dialogue sound like. Just absolutely dripping with Mystical Native/ Magical Native trope from the content to the tone. https://mthg.org/ Because it can’t be plugged enough.

6. The legends chapter ends with this Wuthering Heights quote:

I have no qualms with it's inclusion, if you really want to push the Edward is Heathcliff and Bella is Cathy agenda, I don't believe it but fine, whatever. But those last two paragraphs are such a dumb way to end a chapter. Every chapter ending should make the reader want to turn the page: this makes me want to shut the book (actually I did take a long break after this lmfao). Anyway, just end the quote on "drank his blood," bold those three words, and end the chapter there. Don't go back and say "the three words that stood out were... Anyway it could have fallen to any page I believe in coincidence teehee!!" That's just annoying.

7. Okay guys I hate to say it but Edward does get a lil bit of ~character growth after the first few chapters. He comes home after having Bella kidnapped (she decides not to be angry, surprise surprise) and is all "so I've been thinking about it and you're right my Beloved Angel Face or whatever, please hang out with Jacob but also wear a helmet on your motorcycle my Beloved Dumb Idiot or whatever" (paraphrase). And he also says this in chapter 12:

Which is like, man I hate when I agree with Edward but I agree with Edward here. Now I know from MS that he only wants Bella to stay human because he's creating an Unfolding Drama in his head but this bit of dialogue is really sweet. And it's funny that he thought Bella didn't want to marry him because she just wanted to use him for immortality but it's also a Dark Reminder that he's literally only romantic with her because he can't read her mind and can't tell that she's just as obsessed with his looks as the other Teen Girls TM.

8. uuuh Jasper’s Backstory Time. This is so infuriating to read for so many reasons. So we know that smeyer got Jasper’s name from a confederate memorial/ listing (from a New Moon Q&A but the link isn’t secure so I can’t share) so I know that his backstory was always meant to be Confederate Soldier which makes everything else about his characterization just baffling. Again, he was the only Cullen that was genuinely kind to Bella besides Carlisle for the entire first book and he’s still incredibly kind during Eclipse (which is another issue I have though because no one mentions again that Jasper tried to eat Bella and they stand close to each other and hang out and Bella’s never like “this is scary, this dude tried to kill me” but i digress). The point is: smeyer knew he was going to be a confederate from book 1. She never addresses that this was bad, she never has Jasper mention that he regrets his role in the war, he is the only Cullen that’s actually capable of empathizing with humans anymore (Carlisle cares but I would not categorize him as empathetic), it just... None of these pieces fit together. This is a fraught and bloody history that smeyer throws in with no thought to how it might alienate black readers (though tbh she constantly emphasizes “white beauty” throughout the series so I doubt she cares) and the editors don’t question it either. No one, at any point in time, said “Hey, steph, you know confederates fought for slavery, right?” Every black american deserves reparations. White women and men who glorify the civil war should be the first to pay up.

9. I’m gonna jump back to chapters 9 & 10 here (target & scent, respectively) to say: no tension is being effectively built. I get it, someone stole your clothes. You’re annoyed because you have nothing to wear and Victoria is scary. But where is she? Where is the volturi? Move it along, please! This is one of the challenges of 1st person narrative because the author is stuck in the eyes of, usually, the person who knows the least. Meyer is not a talented enough author to make this interesting. Not to bring up THG again but Suzanne Collins really knew how to work 1st person. Everything that Katniss asserts with certainty throughout the series gets either confirmed or denied by the narrative, keeping it interesting. She assumes the worst of the people around her so we’re pleasantly surprised when people violate those assumptions. We’re kept on edge by how little Katniss knows and SC never gifts Katniss with more knowledge than she could be expected to have. Bella is constantly gifted with knowledge and her assumptions are rarely proven wrong. You can dig into the canon a little bit more, read the lexicon and the guide, and find all the examples of Bella being unreliable or making wrong assumptions. But within the narrative she is rarely incorrect. She doesn’t get opportunities to grow out of her false assumptions (while Edward does, at least in Eclipse). So to keep the Victoria debacle interesting, smeyer has to plant seeds like- during these two chapters- Bella thinking of Laurent and Victoria while the cullens discuss who could have been in Bella’s room. That just doesn’t cut it for me.

This is hella long and I’m only halfway through the book. I probably should split the second half into two parts as well but based on how talented smeyer is at stretching out the mundane, especially just before the climax, I probably wont need to.

#eclipse reread #saga reread #the twilight saga #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #long post

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Glee Live Tour Part 4 - The ShirtGate Essay Dianna published to the felldowntherabbithole Tumblr

Inserting a cut because this thing is long

or skip Dianna’s gay panic and click here to keep reading the masterpost!

June 2, 2000

What does that day, month and year mean to you? President Bill Clinton used that particular day to declare ”Gay and Lesbian Pride Month”. Nine years later, on June 1st, President Barack Obama spoke to incorporate an even wider group. Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgendered citizens alike could all have this month for recognition, respect and appreciation. However, I am aware that not all minds meet equally about the rights and respect that we should pay to others. As each generation leaves their footprints, and paves the way for what is to come…to some, change is an impossible idea or action to put in motion.

You know what? Often, this unfortunate reality is because of learned behavior! As much as we may often preach that we like to speak for ourselves, or outside the box, how many times have you caught yourself, or someone you know repeating the thoughts of another before them? Sometimes without proper information? And how many times have you felt that perhaps further knowledge on an issue or subject matter might result in a different voice, a different understanding? Perhaps even going against the ideas they’ve learned, heard, or grown up around? We have the ability to fly planes, send astronauts into space, develop technology such as cellphones! Things that once were unfathomable. I can sit at this small computer and type this message. Once I push send, this message can be seen by anyone who’d like to engage, all across the WORLD.

As many of you know, we (the Glee cast) have been storming the country at whirlwind speeds to put on a forty-two show, month-long tour. It has been a constant reminder of why we do this. We’ve witnessed the impact our show has had, from the very beginning, to these moments, three years later. You LOVELY & AMAZING fans! Just indescribable. The love, affirmation, and dedication you provide! We see it all, value it all. Trust me, we do! On stage, the excitement that we absorb from your ball of energy brings our adrenaline levels to highs that often-times, we aren’t sure we can reach. Bottom line, we love you guys. And our crew! Without this diverse group of hard-working people, this venture would be impossible.

Yesterday was June 11th, and we were tackling our newest location, Toronto! We had finished our first concert of the day, and I was about to take a moment to relax before the second. On the way to our dressing rooms, I passed a stack of shirts lined up on the merchandise tables. The white T’s were modeled after shirts we wore in a performance set to Lady Gaga’s, “Born This Way.” This sparked an idea. And that idea ended up on stage.

Kindness moves mountains. Acceptance opens doors, makes room for change, diffuses misunderstanding. Every day, people commit hate crimes because of misunderstandings. Hate effects the target, and consumes the person behind the gun. It is crazy to realize that we have been in war for almost our entire existence on this planet. Many times for reasons of greed and hate.

Anyone that has experienced the death or abuse of a loved one can tell you that, “IT HURTS BEYOND EXPLANATION!!! AND WE SHOULD DO EVERYTHING IN OUR POWER TO MAKE ANY CHANGE POSSIBLE.” Raise your hand if you’ve spent nights crying yourself to sleep, raise your hand if you’ve felt as if you’d rather hide in bed all day than face the people that make you feel small or powerless! Raise your hand if you’ve felt as if you’d rather lie to people than tell them the truth about who you really are, because at least you wouldn’t be the victim of hateful behavior or prejudice! And raise your hand if lying feels almost as bad.

I was not raised in a family that accepted prejudice or hatred. For that, I thank my Mom and Dad each and every day. Look, we are human, we make mistakes. I will gladly shout from the rooftops that I AM NOT PERFECT. Nor will I ever be. But I can happily say that to my knowledge, I do not ever intentionally cause people pain. I love my family, my friends, my co-workers…and they all consist of girls AND boys. I do tell them that I love them. Yesterday, during our second show, Instead of wearing my usual shirt during “Born This Way” I decided to wear one that said “Likes Girls”. It should actually have read, “Loves Girls”, because I do. The women in my life give me things that the men in my life can’t. And vice-versa. No, I am not a lesbian, yet if I were, I hope that the people in my life could embrace it whole-heartedly. And let me tell you, I can easily spill (quite comfortably) what I admire, respect and think is beautiful about any of the women in my life. Piece of cake!

Last night, I wanted to do something to show my respect and love for the GLBT community. Support that people could actually see. Which is why I decided to change my shirt for the show. I happened to read a few comments that were posted on twitter. Many of you asked, “why?” This is my response. I am not asking for you to agree with what I am saying, but if you are listening, thank you. That is all I can ask. And a step further would be to take a moment to (honestly) answer the questions that I have raised. We can’t always put ourselves in someone else’s shoes. But we can try.

I am lucky to live in a place where I can wear almost anything that I want to express myself, and that jail is not a probable consequence. Which makes me feel as if I should exercise my right to do so every now and then. Think of the people that have died because of their passion and heartfelt hopes of change? So many good men and women. All because of an inherent wish for tolerance, love and support.

Our show celebrates the GLBT community. We are proud to be a part of something that embraces an often avoided topic. Hate is terrible, especially when we pass it down to a new generation of innocents. Recently, I heard a lament about San Francisco. How SFO just didn’t sound like a fun place to be, or visit, because that person wasn’t gay. Wait, really???? I wanted to laugh! But that would have been a response that wouldn’t have encouraged that person to be open-minded. To see that perhaps, their statement was foolish? Why won’t San Francisco be fun for you? Do you think the whole city is gay? Do you think they will judge you? Won’t feed you good food? Perhaps they won’t let you have fun, the way THEY have fun?

Sadly, we’ve gotten letters from people who explain that they love the show but hate the gay story-lines. That we shouldn’t be polluting their children’s heads. To this I’d sometimes like to sarcastically reply, would you also like us to tell them that a stork is dropping off our offspring? That the sky is purple? That it is not practical to be true to yourself, because there are mean people in this world that will make them feel wrong for being honest? That instead of embracing themselves, they should lie to the world? THEY should be the ones being untrue and unhappy?

I believe that if you are bringing a child into the world, you should be willing to accept them in any reality. Whether they are Black, White, Asian, have four fingers, are disabled, gay….that the only wish should be for a happy and healthy baby. We are each other’s children. Unless someone has committed a violent or hateful act, why should we judge? We can so quickly resort to anger, often, the product of a whole other issue. Most often, an issue with our own self.

I understand that I am sitting behind the protection of this computer screen, in this hotel room, and to many I might sound “preachy”. Especially now that I have written an essay. I hope my intentions sound pure, and just. I speak, because I am passionate. I write with this passion because I know how it feels to be hurt, to be depressed, to not value yourself, or your feelings. If any of this has inspired or moved you, even just made you think….I encourage you to tweet or reblog a picture, quote, anything that you feel will continue to spread the love. And if any are interested in tracking the chain, perhaps visualizing the greater collective, include the hatch tag, #letlovein.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives. - C.S. Lewis

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. - Lao Tzu

Fortune and love favor the brave. - Ovid

AND remember that sometimes….

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least. - John Harrigan

To thine own heart be true. Many thanks for your time, your love, and the gift you’ve given me.

Sincerely,

Dianna Elise Agron

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15x16: Drag Me Away (From You)

Then:

Castiel confesses a bombshell to Dean

Now:

We pick up right where we left off. Dean and Cas are about to share mutual I love yous and ---. A man checks into a motel late at night. The man is nervous entering the room, but reassures himself that he “can do this.” He sets up shop, and by “shop”, I mean he starts hitting the bottle.

Travis gets a text from Caitlin asking him why he would go “back to that place.” The creepy ring he grasps as he tells himself it was never real tells me it was VERY REAL. Get out of there, Travis!

Alas, it’s very real and he’s murdered by Closet Ghost Boy.

Sam and Dean are on the case!

Oh wait, I guess they knew the guy back in the halcyon days of their youth and they’re actually heading to his funeral. Sam recaps recent events, including Cas bailing on the fam. Then he asks if Dean and him are fighting again.

AND IT SENDS ME. #SamKnows

Dean denies knowing anything (AHEM. I sense DRAMA by the end of this episode --I’d normally say this would be left for the end of the season, but we’re really at the end of the season and the END OF THE SHOW...what’s with all the manufactured drama??) Dean then gets a text from Cas asking if he’s told Sam.

That’s a negative.

*Flashback Alert*

January 1993

Dean’s about 14 or 15 and Sam is 10. They’re dropped off by John to chill at a motel while he heads out on a hunt. Sam’s hiding something under his coat, and with a little prodding from Dean, it’s revealed to be a college guide.

#NerdAlert

Also, angst alert, I guess. This sets up the rift between brothers. Sam wants a normal life, Dean’s happy being a good little soldier. (Hmmm, something tells me neither of them will be in The Life when this is all said and done…)

Sam laments his life but unpacks his bag anyway.

Dean, meanwhile, heads to the vending machine to grab dinner. A young girl and her younger brother catch him stealing and introduce themselves as the mysterious Caitlin and Travis. And the young Travis is the DEAD KID.

They exchange life stories and Caitlin insults Dean’s Precious.

Present Day Sam and Dean meet up with Caitlin again.

(Mid recap mind-melt: THERE ARE FIVE EPISODES LEFT! What are we doing here????)

She tells them that the funeral was last week, but she needed them to help her. “I think she’s back.”

*Flashback Alert*

Travis was her first “victim”. He attempts to get a candy bar from the vending machine, and her gnarly hand attacks him instead. Travis DOES NOT deal well with it.

The group gathers in the motel room and Travis is upset that no one else saw the old lady in the candy machine. Dean tells Caitlin and Travis that monsters are real. Dean asks if weird things are happening in the town.

Apparently kids go missing in this town.

And in the present day, Dean tells Caitlin that he killed the thing that preys on children, so Travis had to have killed himself.

Team Youth start their investigation.

They think they’ve got things figured out, and Dean is IN CHARGE...or a dumbass even at 14. He heads out alone to fix things. Caitlin follows. (Insert Lucille Bluth gif: Good for her!)

Sam and Travis stay behind to play Boggle. #nerdalert

But seriously, now they’re setting up the idea that SAM might die at the end? No.

Dean and Caitlin continue their explorations, and Caitlin takes their endeavors less than seriously. GIRL. They find a nest, and something Dean freaks out about and pushes Caitlin to leave the area.

Sam and Travis start to spell out very grim Boggle results, when the game shakes and the room goes dark. The hag appears in a tangle of gnarled hair and dirty robes and heads straight for them. Dean and Caitlin burst in just in time! Dean chops off her fingers and gives her a bit of a stabbin’ and the witch evaporates into dust. Her ring is left behind on the floor.

Grown up Dean paces through the motel and encounters a ghostly version of his younger self. Young!Dean mocks him, tells him he failed, and hands him a knife. “You know what you have to do.” Dean sinks to his knees, the knife poised to slice into his heart.

When Sam interrupts him, Dean discovers that he’s been hallucinating everything - even the knife.

Later at the bar, Dean confesses to Sam and Caitlin that he saw the monster’s nest when he was hunting her as a kid. It was full of dead kids around their age. Sam’s horrified and asks why Dean never told him. Sweet bby Sammy, you know why! Though he tried to forget, the experience cursed him with nightmares for a long time. “We were both just kids,” Sam says to Dean’s BIGGEST GUILTY FACE MY GOD. “We used to keep a lot of secrets from each other!” Sam assures him. But that’s toooootally not the case now!

At the adjoining cafe, Dean orders dinner to go when Billie appears. “Working a case? NOW?” she asks. (Mmmmmm yes Billie lay it on us!) She’s fresh from the last of the alternate universes, having just watched it burn alive. (Guys, it was probably squirrel-verse but Boris saved Team Free Squirrel 2.0 for us!) Billie warns Dean that Chuck’s only days away. Amara’s on board and Jack’s ready so...let’s go Team Free Destruction! Dean asks her how she convinced Jack to turn himself into a bomb. Billie flips that right back on Dean. She told Jack that destroying Chuck and Amara (and incidentally, himself) was the only way to earn Dean’s forgiveness. And just...YEESH EVERYBODY.

Anyway, Billie’s not in Chuck’s book again until the very end, so she bids Dean a broody farewell. “This is on you, Dean.” No presssuuuuure! “I don’t like loose ends. I don’t like disorder,” she scolds. She orders Dean to come clean to Sam about Jack.

At the motel, Sam and Caitlin research monsters. She wonders whether he wants a normal life. GURL there ain’t no normal in Winchester-land. Sam stumbles across an article on Baba Yaga. She wears a ring which contains her heart, and is the source of her power. Caitlin recognizes the ring as belonging to her brother. Her mom had given it to Travis from the lost and found years ago. She heads outside to her car to find it.

In her trunk sits a box of Travis’s belongings. She can’t find the ring and is soon confronted by her dead brother holding the ring and grinning maniacally.

Dean returns with dinner, only to find Sam ready to hunt Baba Yaga and find the now-missing Caitlin. Because the attacks have all been at the motel, they prowl from wing to wing. Dean heads to room 214.

He walks inside, and I am momentarily agog at the wonders of these perhaps final motel rooms of the series. I love that the floor tiles in the rooms echo the Patchwork logo from the prior episode and that the quilt square design itself emulates tradition and family. And all the eyes in the wallpaper!

For Motel Room Science:

Ahem. Anyway. Dean heads inside, only to be instantly trapped behind the slamming door. Suddenly, he’s not in the motel room anymore. He’s back in the cannery, prowling its quiet spaces. He finds the site of the nest and flips back the tarp, only to reveal young Sam’s face lying there. Rattled, he tries to leave. Travis confronts him, but of course it’s not him. Baba Yaga tells him that she’s hungry for delicious people, and starts to throttle Dean.

Sam hears the struggle and heads in, stabbing the witch. Stabbing is distraction enough that Dean can yank the ring off her finger and smash it with the butt of his gun.

Later, Caitlin bids Dean farewell. He confesses to always being afraid and she smiles. “The old you never would have admitted that. What do they say about getting older? You tell the truth more because lies...they don’t make anything better.” Okay, first of all, literally nobody says that. Second, thank you for this theme acorn - I shall settle on my haunches to eat it! Nom nom nom.

Flashback to Dean and Caitlin parting ways as children. Dean hands her a phone number to call if she ever encounters trouble. So...typical kid stuff.

Young Sam asks if anyone ever found the missing kids. Baby Dean lies to his face and tells him that they were never found. John pulls up in the Impala and honks to beckon them out. The boys head out, a team for the moment.

As adults driving in the Impala of Feelings, Sam tries to call Cas. Dean orders him to hang up because he’s got a confession - I mean, update - to make. Billie visited him and told him that it was time to fight Chuck. “And there’s something else,” Dean adds. Jack’s going to die from the encounter and he’s ready and willing to sacrifice himself. Furthermore, Dean tells Sam that he learned this a while ago from Cas before he left.

Sam’s outraged that Dean would keep this from him. “I knew you couldn’t handle it,” Dean shouts at him. “You raise these ethical questions.” (I perk up.) He tries to justify it, but Sam shouts him down in turn.

They drive into the fade-to-black in brooding silence.

Brooding Quotes Lay Fragile Eggs:

I thought your imaginary friend told you it was bad to steal

Don’t you want a partner?

Hunting usually means going to gross places

Shoved it down the ol’ memory hole!

Not to make light of the death star galactic genocide, but what else is new?

I’ve seen this movie before

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Requested by @walkxthexmoon

“ My last one i promise. Could you please write number 44+46 from the smut list with both our men Roman and ivar pretty please?”

(A/N): Bear with me guys,

I didn’t only pubblish the wrong ask, but guess what... TUMBLR DIDN’T SHOW IT UP IN MY TAGS (which is funny because like yesterday it DID SHOW UP IN MY TAGS... what the actual fuck Tumblr) (this is the main reason why I am honestly closing my asks, I can’t... I can’t do this shit anymore).

WARNIGS: Swinger Party, Pubblic Sex, Mention of Teasing and DDLG Relationships.

When your lovers had suggested the party you hadn’t thought much of it.

Your naïve and innocent self certainly not realizing that what they had truly meant was that it was a ‘swinger party’, till a few days into after their proposal, when lavish pieces of lingerie had started being brought to your doorstep, with the order of wearing them on Saturday night.

And finally your innocent brain finally managed to realize what you had gotten yourself into.

But it excited you, since although you knew how possessive those two could be, you had always been curious about the feeling of somebody else’s eyes on your skin, meanwhile you did the dirty.

And the way the boys had worshipped you thoroughly the whole time with gifts and soft messages had only ignited the flames between your legs and when they came to take you out that night, in their elegant suits you were already wet, a small surprise hidden between your legs for them.

“… are you ready?” asked softly Ivar, as he moved to come and get your coat from your hands, adjusting it open on your shoulders, draping it elegantly, as he knew all too well about the breezy air outside, but certainly he enjoyed the sight of your elegant dress

Roman’s wolf whistled at you as you bowed softly your head, meanwhile he put a protective hand on your waist, eventually getting something out of his back, a little reddish mask, resembling a firebird, since you weren’t supposed to be recognized, although everybody surely knew who was who, under their masks.

But they knew better than to speak out.

“… here is your invite, miss” joked Roman, then proceeding to adjust the mask over your face, attentive at not tightening it too much to ruin your hairstyle, meanwhile Ivar adjusted his, a black wolf-shaped one with silver inserts that brought attention to his elegant face

Roman then did the same with his, slightly resembling a reptile, the accent this time having small details of gold that were probably not simply glittering dust, but pure gold.

“Are we all ready?” you said, as you slipped inside the private car, the driver immediately knowing to roll on the partition.

“Are you, little fox?” spoke softly Roman, as he moved close enough to swing an arm over your shoulder, whispering straight up in your ears.

He lightly followed the cold trail of your pendant earrings, making goosebumps appear on your neck, meanwhile Ivar’s wandering hand palmed you roughly over the fabric of your dress, making you smirk at his eagerness.

“Do you remember the rules?” asked instead Ivar, as he pointed out every passing minute with his hand raising higher over your knee, eventually getting closer to where you wanted him.

“Of course, sir” you addressed him, exposing your glittering diamond necklace, a combined gift of Roman and Ivar and some kind of elegant alternative for a collar, since they both thought they were all quite tacky, even more to show off at galas.

Their pets deserved better than rubber and spikes.

And you never forgot to wear it on special occasions.

And thank them for it.

“Then repeat them, little girl…” muttered Roman, as his cold fingers lightly dipped further down, till they were right on top of your cleavage “… for your daddies”.

“First of all, whenever I am uncomfortable I just have to tell the special world” you muttered, a bit annoyed but knowing all too well that they were doing this to make sure that you knew that you could back out at any given time and behaved yourself in a way that wouldn’t have put you at risk.

“… which is?” teased you Ivar, his hand finally slipping under the fabric of your sheer dress.

“… ‘Emma’ “ your favorite Jane Austen book, since it had been the first thing that had ever come up in your mind, feeling both familiar and both something that couldn’t be mistaken.

“Go on, little one” pushed you forward Roman, as his fingers entered your dress, gently moving down the valley of your chest.

“… and then I don’t have to speak unless my daddies allow me to” Ivar’s hand was quite distracting on your thigh, but you didn’t let it ruin your focus “… don’t let others touch you, unless your daddies allow you to”.

“The final one, now” ordered almost growling Roman, as his lips finally touched your cheeks, such a chaste gesture that utterly contrasted with the sinful way they were bullying your body in a relaxed seduction “… you are doing so amazingly good, baby”.

“Even if daddies allow me to have…” your headstate made you blush lightly at the words that escaped your lips, although you shamelessly moved to thrust into their movements, Ivar’s hand finally reaching the surprise you had prepared for both of them “… sex with others, they are the only ones I’ll go back with tonight”.

And then Ivar’s hands brushed against your completely naked folds, and although you moaned in pure satisfaction, Ivar’s eyes shone at first with delight and then annoyed satisfaction in them and he shot a quick look at Roman stopping from properly taking one of your breasts in his big hands.

“… what has the little minx done, now?” asked Roman tightly, knowing all too well what that look from Ivar truly meant.

“She didn’t wear her panties” commented Ivar, as his hands, caressed gently your folds, before he soundly slapped them, making you feel thoroughly surprised and you squealed loudly, almost in protest, stopped by Roman tightly wrapping his hand around your face to block you “… I wonder if she just forgot, or if she is simply a whore”.

“Definitely the second” commented loudly Roman, lightly loosening the grip on your face, enough for you to protest loudly.

“… I am not a whore, daddy!” it was loud enough that it earned another slap and again Roman’s hands tightly brought you to face his rageful eyes again, as Ivar enjoyed prying his hand away from you, knowing that the worst torture for you would be being held between the height of pleasure and the nothingness of teasing.

“No, you fucking are” retorted Roman, without the need to raise his voice "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into”

"Why don't you show me then?" you retorted, knowing that teasing them, being a brat was part of their favorite play, but soon you were turned to Ivar, Roman letting you go completely, as you already felt pain at the loss of his touch.

“… if you keep up this rude attitude, we’ll turn around and punish you at home” explained loudly Ivar, his severe blue eyes shocking you and you immediately shook your head, not wanting the fun to end up quickly.

“No please, daddies!” you pleaded desperately at first facing Ivar and then Roman as they slouched off on their seats, enjoying your cries and pleads, your silly excuses and the pretty way you looked “… I swear I didn’t… I am a silly girl… I just wanted to play…”.

“We all agree on the fact that you are indeed a silly girl…” commented Ivar.

“… and just because of that, and if you promise not to be a brat, we’ll allow a bit more of playing” finished Roman, leaning down for a soft kiss, to reassure you, hating to see you in tears, although you were always so pretty and adorable.

“… oh, thank you! Thank you, daddy!” you immediately throwed your hands around Roman’s body, making him smirk softly, meanwhile Ivar complained loudly about not receiving an hug, and you rushed to give him one “… to you both”.

The rest of the car ride was silent, spent in a giggly silence, as both your daddies took turns telling you silly thoughts and crazy ideas, and most importantly letting you know how much you’d enjoy everything.

‘Have you brought any other girls, there, before me?’ you asked, a bit jealous, as they both teased you for it, but answered negatively.

‘… do you think that girls even followed after Roman?’ teased him Ivar, as he moved to lower lightly one of the thin straps of your dress, to kiss the soft skin there.

‘Talk for yourself, Boneless’ shot back Roman as they faked a fight, solely for you to break them apart to get you to giggle loudly at them being extra.

But soon you were to the place, a rather antique villa, still anonymous enough that you were surprised the purpose for which it was used, but loved the whole aesthetic, and the insides were even better, completely matching a royal castle with marble colons and golden details.

A few guests were already around in the main room, ‘the one for chatting’, explained your daddies, but on the first floor, surrounded by a circular intern balcony there were private rooms and communal rooms, the keys to two being handed to you as you checked in.

The clerk who took your coats, shot you a quick look, his lips quirked up in a knowing look and you blushed, more than glad to hide your blushy face in Ivar’s chest.

His hands coming around you to shield you and protect you.

Since you were gaining quite the attention, from your entrance.

‘… do they have to look at her like that?’ mumbled annoyedly Ivar, meanwhile Roman chuckled, kissing softly your forehead, to stake his claim ‘… fuck, we know she is a pretty thing, but she is ours’.

The world ‘ours’ echoed in your stomach as you could feel the butterflies literally moving in your stomach.

“Don’t be grumpy, Ivar” reprimanded him Roman, as he gripped one of your hand in his, leading you through the crowd of people, the gazes being the only thing that set on your body, at least till you reached half of length of the room…

… and then the ‘come on’s started.

A couple, a beautiful black woman and a younger white man, tried it first.

The woman immediately went to kiss your cheeks something that made you blush as you checked in with your daddies, their angry gaze being on the girl and not on you.

‘… interested into discovering something else?’ she asked you, meanwhile the beautiful man with her, looked at both Roman and Ivar adoringly, making you huff lightly.

‘Sorry’ had retorted Ivar, keeping his most elegant tone, although you could feel he was straining against the rude opinion he was about to give ‘We are still browsing’.

And the woman backed off, although she commented ‘what a shame’ and you sent her a small smirk, blowing her a kiss, as she laughed loudly, moving forward with her boy to whom you showed your tongue.

Both Ivar and Roman laughed at that.

You had different people coming at you, but eventually you decided to simply settle up for a communal room, since you felt a bit too attached to both of your daddies, not fully wanting to share them yet.

And neither they.

And in the end, you moved to the communal room you had been assigned to, holding Roman’s and Ivar’s usual guests, the one they felt more comfortable with.

And before you went in, they both reminded you that you had to just what you felt comfortable with, alongside just having to say that word in case you wanted to move away.

‘You say the word and no matter what, no matter who…’ explained softly Ivar ‘… we go back home and watch Netflix with a huge amount of ice cream’.

‘… you have been already an amazing girl’ added Roman ‘… even if you aren’t wearing panties, little slut’.

You giggled at his comment, but nodded at their sweet worries, glad to have such professional doms, that loved you and cherished you.

As if you were their most important belonging.

Inside the room the situation hadn’t started boiling up, yet, the center of the circle, the part where all the toys were displayed alongside with a big bed, was already full of people touching each other.

Two couples for instance stood out, two males touching each other eagerly as two girls, who looked like their girls, exchanged a bit of champagne.

A flute of it was soon in your hand, as you looked around, finding another three couples doing the same, and you couldn’t help but look attentively at the women, comparing yourself with them, till a blonde one, that you had been worried from the start, came at you, and before you even knew what to do, she kissed you on your lips.

She giggled as you pushed away lightly from the kiss, nervously matching her laugh, as both Roman and Ivar sent her a reprimanding look, but the girl certainly didn’t back off, and you had to admit that you hadn’t completely hated the kiss.

It had just been a bit too sudden.

And you didn’t even know her name.

Although you were sure she wouldn’t have given you her true one.

Had you been asked, Roman and Ivar had instructed you to answer with ‘Catherina Morland’, as the main character of ‘Northanger Abbey’.

“Mor” reprimanded her teasingly Roman “… she is new, don’t scare her”.

“I can’t believe that you kept this little jewel to yourself all this time” muttered heavily the blonde woman, completely ignoring Ivar’s murderous gaze “… will she join us or is she only here to look?”.

“It depends” muttered Roman, being the more polite one “… she chooses”.

“Then, sweetheart…” and now Mor’s light gaze was set on you, as she took your hands in hers, almost as if you were nothing but a couple of besties “… I do hope you’ll choose to act, because you are too pretty to stand on the sidelines”.

Mor’s flirtatious nature had certainly dissipated the nervousness in your head, although you knew that both your lovers had decided that they’ll act in only if you allowed them, giving you the same power over them that you gave them over him).

“… I’ll think about it” you promised, and Mor left you with a lascivious look, her body swaying to the bed, where the two men were slowly undressing themselves and both the women were topless, touching and teasing each other, through brushing their perky nipples together.

Their moans were so pretty that your arousal could accompany the atmosphere around the room.

And soon you were red-cheeked but not for the warmth or embarrass.

But because you wanted some relief.

And Roman and Ivar were more than happy to comply it.

And soon Roman’s hands were the ones teasing your tight hole, meanwhile Ivar’s hands lightly pushed down the upper part of your dress showing him your naked nipples, as he took one immediately in his mouth, the sudden gestures, making you moan out loud and soon you felt everybody’s eyes on you.

And a strange kind of shyness settled on you.

But it did not make you stop.

"They're gonna hear us” it was your last attempt at resistance.

"Then I guess you better be quiet” they both uttered at the same time making a shiver go down your spine and as Mor’s light gaze moved on you, you didn’t deflect it.

You just held it.

And smiled.

You were definitely enjoying all the attention.

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Boss X Fem!Reader !NSFW!

@peacelandbread requested some romantic dominate Boss, so I delivered.

Happy fathers day everyone! This request actually goes well with today's holiday! So enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking !SMUT! !Breeding kink! !Unprotected sex!(BE SAFE) !Dirty talk! !!Baby Making!! (You heard me.)

*Late night. Coruscant, your apartment*

You were startled awake from your wonderfully deep sleep by a loud bang, then a knocking on your balcony doors. Your blood ran cold with fear. Your adrenaline took the grogginess away from you immediately, but your thoughts still ran rapid. You quickly found the small blaster pistol your boyfriend gave you a little while back, and snuck to the curtained glass doors.

Pulling back the curtains and swinging open the doors, you aimed the blaster. “Woah there Cyarika!(Mando’a word for darling or sweetheart) Boss spoke in his smooth gruff voice, as he held his hands in the air with a smirk on his face. “Boss!! What the fuck are you doing breaking into my house?! It’s the middle of the night!” You let the Clone Commando walk into your bedroom. You tossed the pistol on the nightstand and huffed, your heart racing.

You closed the doors and pulled the curtains, then faced him. Your eyes looked him up and down once you realized he was in civilian clothes, good fitting ones too. Boss was in a pair of well fitting black jeans, boots, a plain shirt, and a very nice looking leather jacket. He winked at you and you laughed, which made your clone lover smile.

Boss quirked an eyebrow at you only wearing a t-shirt his brother Scorch had given you, well one he stole from Boss. “So care to explain?” You plopped down onto your bed and he sat beside you, “We got back earlier today, so we went out for some drinks…….When the others blacked out I left.” You knew Boss was a little tipsy, he seemed very relaxed and not his usual tense self. “I hitched a ride here, I can leave if you’d like…….I just wanted to see you. I’m sor-” He tried to continue but you quickly grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss.

Boss had extremely soft lips, that were very kissable. His lips tasted like the cheap alcohol he had been drinking, which you didn’t mind. “I missed you too.” Boss smirked at you, “Can I spend the night?” You raised an eyebrow, “Will your brothers allow that?” The other three liked you, they just didn’t want Boss and you to have anything more than a sexual relationship. You understood the many reasons and insecurities of why, so it was fine.

Boss shrugged and gently ran a hand along your bare thigh, “I think they’ll be fine.” You grinned and kissed him again, which he happily deepened. One thing to note about slightly drunk Boss is that he becomes very horny and goofy. If he gets more than a few drinks in he’ll be emotional and absolutely impossible, so luckily he wasn’t the latter of the two.

You stood up, pulling him with you. “I like this outfit a lot…..” Boss smirked as you traced a finger down his toned chest before hooking in the waist of his pants. “Not the armor? I thought you loved that baby girl?” You hummed and looked into his dark eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust.

You kissed along his jaw, “I prefer when I wear your helmet...but with you definitely wearing nothing.” Boss groaned and exposed more of his neck to you. His large calloused hands rested on your hips, then one hand slowly moved to your bare ass. He groaned deeply in his sexy gruff voice, causing you to shiver. He loved it when you went Commando, just like him. Haha pun intended

You quickly started to remove his clothing, which he gladly helped with. Once he was only in his dark jeans he grabbed your hands, “Slowly babygirl…….” You narrowed your eyes at him, “Or what?” He cocked an eyebrow and quickly picked you up, throwing you over his naked shoulder. “BOSS!!!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!!” You heard his chuckle as you slapped at his nice ass with all of your might.

Boss dropped you ungracefully onto your bed and you scowled at him. “You’re fun when you’re mean and desperate baby girl.” He slowly unzipped the jeans, forcing you to sit there and watch. It was pure torture, and the smug look on his handsome face made it worse. His skilled fingers moved slowly as he finally pulled his cock free. You rubbed your thighs together, already soaked for him. He took even more time removing his jeans, not looking away from your lust filled eyes.

Boss had a huge thick cock, and he knew how to use it too. “Boss. You’re too much of a tease, I need you inside me now.” He slowly kneeled on the bed after you begged him. Boss slowly crawled towards you and passionately kissed you, “You’re such a desperate thing tonight my beloved.” He growled against your ear and nipped it. You let out a small whine as he pinned you but didn’t do anything yet. “Boss. Please, I need your thick cock in me now! Please! I need you stretching my tight pussy and filling it up with your cum!” Boss had a massive breeding kink, so saying stuff like that drove him mad.

He removed your stolen shirt quickly and threw it across the room, “I was going to try to go slow tonight.” He purred as his lips and teeth attacked your neck and chest, “Take my time slowly eating out this tight soaked cunt of yours.” You whimpered as his teeth grazed your nipple, and a calloused finger ran along your soaked slit.

He growled softly and kissed and licked along your breasts, “I would’ve worshipped you, making you cum more than ever. Every nerve in your gorgeous body would be on fire. You wouldn’t know where you felt more pleasure...Because it would be everywhere.” You moaned and arched your back as he slowly inserted one thick finger into your core.

He kissed, licked, and nipped his way slowly up your body till his soft lips were a breath away from yours. He slowly moved his index finger inside of you, only stroking your walls gently. “Such a shame my dirty little girl does not have patience.” You went to protest because what he said sounded incredible, but his soft lips and tongue distracted you.

Your thoughts were thrown off course by the fiery kiss. Boss removed his finger and sat back some, causing you to whine his name. He slowly licked his finger and growled, “You taste so amazing baby girl.” Then he was back on top of you, his tongue battling with yours, “You made me impatient.” His hot lips attacked your throat, “So you are going to take every last drop of my cum. You understand? I’m going to breed you over and over, till you’re pregnant.” You nodded and gasped when he suddenly shoved his throbbing cock inside you.

You gripped his back and threw your head back moaning. Every Time he fucked you it felt like the first time, and it was wonderful. He held himself above you with one hand, and the other slowly rubbed your breasts. “I cannot wait to see how round and beautiful you get when you’re carrying my child.” You moaned quietly as his hand ran down your stomach to your clit.

He started to move his hips with a slow rough rhythm, as he rubbed your clit at the same pace. “Boss I can’t wait to be full with your child.” You gasped and gripped his back harder when he hit that sweet spot inside you, “I need your cum inside me so badly! Please breed me Boss!” He growled and picked up his pace, “I promise to cum inside this tight little pussy of yours.” You cried out at his words, your walls clenching tightly around his shaft.

Boss moaned eroticly against your neck when you came hard, your wetness flooding down his shaft. His thrusts grew faster and sloppier as he approached his climax. Your tight velvety walls and the teasing made him desperate to cum inside you. You arched your back and cried out as he hit that sweet spot deep inside you everytime. His skilled finger quickly rubbed your clit in time with his thrusts. His teeth and tongue attacked your throat, making you feel pleasure like never before.

You gasped, “Boss! Fuck! Don’t stop please!! Cum with me! Breed me!!” He growled and muffled his erotic noises in the crook of your neck. His thrusts became more and more erratic as your tight channel milked his cock. Boss came with a stream of cusses, but you couldn’t hear the profanities over your screaming. He shot hot thick ropes of cum deep inside of you, like he promised he would. Your walls clenched tightly around him, hoping to gain more from his throbbing cock.

He panted and kissed you passionately, “You fill me up so well Boss.” You ran your fingers through his sweat soaked hair. “Only because you’re so good to me Y/N.” You flushed slightly at the sweet words. He slowly got off you and laid you both on your sides, with him spooning you. His softening cock was still deep inside your fluttering channel, keeping his hot sticky cum inside you. He hummed against your neck as he stroked your stomach softly. Boss pulled the covers around you too and held you close.

You both soon fell asleep, with Boss deep inside of you and a warm hand on your stomach. All night Boss made sure to breed you like he said he would, so when he left you’d be full of his seed and hopefully his child. In the morning Boss woke you up and teased you slowly, like he wanted to do before. Boss never broke his word, so many wonderful things happened after this.

(oooooohhhhhhh what does that mean?? You can find out! Someone just needs to ask for a second part! It may even become a series…...who knows what the future holds?)

Part two Part three

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