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busy-ness + rest

Hello friends!

I have to be honest with you all… this week time has gotten away from me a little bit. For my university, fall break is this weekend and I have been scrambling a little to finish everything I need to get done for my classes and prepare everything I need to complete during break. It’s also a festival weekend at the historic site that I’m interning for so I am writing this post before I have to leave for the day. (I will be there all weekend and I just know I am going to crash Sunday evening when I finally get home.) Regardless, because of all this busy-ness, this post is going to be ridiculously short today.

Some updates on my creative writing:

I have not worked on either project this week

I wrote a short story for one of my classes which could maybe turn into an expanded story someday but I am content with it remaining short for now

I am in the process of developing a podcast with my friend for one of our classes and it is very fun

Other than that, however, I haven’t done much this week. And, that is okay!  ᕱ__ᕱ Sometimes you just need to give yourself a little time and space to breath and let the creative juice stores refill themselves before diving back in. That’s all for this week then!

And don’t forget, cross your j’s and dot your t’s!

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

PS. The weather has been getting really cold recently! I love autumn but dipping into freezing temperatures already– no thanks!!

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Hold Me Down (Is This A New Start?) - Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: After a long, hard day of work you just want to go home and go to bed. But, when you get a persistent knock on your door from Rafe fucking Cameron. you know you’re gonna have a long night ahead. Letting him in, after two months of not seeing him, you fully anticipated a screaming match. But, you got something much different than you bargained for—much better too.

CW/TWs: brief angst, brief mentions of Rafe being on house arrest lol, feminine pronouns used, gorgeous/sweet girl/baby/darlin' as nicknames, toxic behavior, canon-adjacent Rafe, mean-ish Rafe, smut, piv sex, oral sex (male receiving), impact play, (not really) lowkey daddy kink, brat reader, dumbification, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, breath play, unprotected sex (be safe I am nawt your mom gn), allusions to a pain kink for sure, mushy gushy sweet ending, not highly edited or reviewed

Words: 8.1k+

Note: 18+ MDNI, really just fucking don’t. I wrote this one in first person because writing in second person irritates my very soul. Uhhhh so this kinda came out of left field and I did nawt plan on writing this but here we are! But such is life! Anyways…back to regularly scheduled programming.

It had been a long day - too long. There was something exceedingly exhausting about living paycheck to paycheck that the average person didn’t understand. There was nothing quite as specific as the exhaustion that you encountered by overworking yourself day after day, week after week, month after month, all for nothing. Because that’s what this all amounted to. Nothing. Nothing extra at the end of the week to take home, nothing to do anything nice with. Just nothing. And nothing sucked the joy out of your day like knowing you’d have to get up the next day and do it all over again.

When I’d finally gotten home from a shift that didn’t end until almost the crack of fucking dawn - a good twelve hours after I was supposed to have gotten off shift - there was not a thing I wanted more than to sleep. Still, even as I sat on my fucking couch, my woes could not end. There was a loud, demanding knock on the door.

The first time I ignored it.

The second time I ignored it.

The third time, an annoyed voice accompanied the knock.

“Baby, open the fucking door,” came the snarl from the other side. I groaned and ran my hands down my face. I really didn’t want to deal with Rafe today. Not like that had ever deterred him before. “Baby, come on. Listen. Please. The cops are fucking trolling around outside. Baby, please open the door.”

I groaned and pulled myself to my feet, opening the apartment door. Standing there, looking at pitiful as ever was Rafe fucking Cameron. The bane of my existence. My more-or-less on-again-off-again boyfriend—though I’d sooner bash my head against the door than admit that. I glared at the ass who had done nothing but make my life harder since he’d entered it. Then, I stepped to the side and let him in. He stepped in and closed the door quickly, locking it behind him. He turned to me and pressed an absent-minded kiss to my forehead before going to sit down on the couch.

“You look like shit, darlin’,” he said. When he even had the decency to look up and notice I was there.

“Thanks,” I said dryly. I looked down at his leg. His ankle monitor looked fucked. “What the fuck did you do this time?”

“Just a little mod,” he said casually. “I needed to get out for a minute.”

“Why did you come here?” I demanded. “Did you stash more fucking coke in my house I swear to fucking God I will kill you. I am not catching a fucking charge for you, asshole.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I leave my coke with you knowing that you’d throw it out, baby? That’s just bad business. Besides, darlin’ the cops aren’t outside for me some loser is probably getting caught selling a few doors down again. And hey? It’s a crime to want to see you now, darlin’?” he asked, winking.

“No. But it is a crime to skip out on house arrest, Rafe,” I said blandly. “And I know damn well that you’re not here because you want to see me. I’m just convenient to you like fucking always.”

He rolled his eyes as if I were being the dramatic one. “What’s wrong now, gorgeous?” he drawled. “Always seems like there’s something these days, hmm?”

I clenched my jaw. “Fuck you, Rafe. Get the hell out,” I snapped.

Rafe frowned. Stood again and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my hips, refusing to leave. I, in turn, refused to look at him. “Look at me, darlin’,” he demanded. Reluctantly I did. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer. He brushed my hair back from my face and just kept looking at me. “Come on, sweet girl. Tell me…what’s wrong.” He smiled to himself when I still didn’t answer. “You know better than anyone I’m not going to leave until you tell me, baby…so come on…what’s wrong with my sweet girl?”

“Fuck you,” I repeated weakly, pulling out of his arms. I plopped down on my couch, curling into myself and closing my eyes. “Just fucking leave when you see the cops are gone. I can’t be bothered today.” The asshole had the audacity to laugh at my words. “Shut the fuck up, Rafe.”

Dramatically, Rafe sighed and knelt down on the ground in front of me. I felt him grab my knees and pull me to face him. I had no choice but to unfurl, otherwise, I would’ve fallen into him, which I had no interest in doing. So, I leaned back into the couch, trying to ignore the heat of his hand sinking into my cold legs through worn jeans. It was hard to ignore that. Hard to ignore any of him, really. And he knew that. That’s why he only waited through my stubborn silence for a few minutes.

“Come on, baby,” he hummed. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m sorry I’m a dick, darlin’…you know I care.”

I laughed weakly, eyes still closed. “No. No, you don’t,” I said flatly.

He ignored my words and kept rubbing my legs. “It’s so fucking cold in here, baby,” he commented. “And your legs are freezing. Your heat not working?”

“No, it's working. It’s just too fucking expensive to heat this shitty goddamn apartment and I’m not forking over more money to the cunt landlord,” I said sharply, glaring at him. “Did you suddenly forget what life is like if—” I cut myself off, shaking my head.

He had the audacity to glare back if you could believe it. Then, he slapped my inner thigh. “I told you to call me if you needed help,” he hissed. He slapped my other thigh. “The fuck are you doing? What game are you playing at, baby?”

I pushed him away from me with my foot. “A game where I don’t need to rely on a man who is a fucking wannabe felon,” I snapped.

He rolled his eyes and got to his feet. “Newsflash, baby, you do need me,” he said, sounding way too smug about it.

“Fuck you, Rafe. I need a bullet to the brain more than I need you,” I sneered.

“That’s cute.” He continued on like I didn’t even speak in the first place. “I could give you that, if you want. But that doesn’t change anything about it, darlin’. You need my money, you need my cock, you need my love. You’ve said it yourself that no one gives it to you as good as I do. And I know you haven’t been looking which means you’re still as invested in this as I am. So.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “When I tell you if you need my fucking money to heat your stupid apartment because your ass is too stubborn to move in with me…then you fucking call me.”

“You are not my fucking father,” I snapped, pulling out of his tough.. “Like I said. Bullet to the fucking brain before this shit anymore. I’m sick of it.”

“I don’t know. You do call me daddy a lot,” he mocked. He smiled down at me, but there was hardly any warmth to it. “But, oh? You’re so sick of it, hmm? You want to be brainless?” He laughed. “Well, I can make you brainless without having to put a hole in your pretty little head.” He wound his hand tightly in my hair, pulling my face towards his while I sharply inhaled. “And you’ll remember exactly why you’re not done with me, gorgeous.”

I glared at him. “I haven’t seen you in two months. The last time I did see you, you called me a stupid, worthless cunt and told me that you never wanted to see me again. And you think you can just show up here and get me to listen to you?” I demanded. I felt my face heating with my frustration. “Just like that? You think you’re…you think you’re worth me listening to?” I laughed. “Like I said. Fuck you, Rafe. I deserve…I deserve so much better than this. Than you.”

There was a mocking pout on his face. He reached out and grabbed my face again, squeezing my chin. “You think you’re going to find someone better than me?” he asked incredulously. He let out a laugh. “And where do you think you’ll find someone like that?” I didn’t answer. I refused to give him the satisfaction. He chuckled, but then his face went serious. “I’m sorry that I haven’t seen you in months, darlin’. I’m sorry that I said I never wanted to see you again. I was pissed, sweet girl. I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh you never mean it,” I said, the sarcasm’s impact dampened by the tearful sound of my voice.

He moved his hand from my chin to cup my face. I hated myself for it, but I did lean into the touch. “Come on, sweet girl…don’t be like that, baby,” he said. He leaned forward and dropped a kiss to the side of my neck. “You know that I love you.” Another kiss, followed by a short nip. “I’ve been busy, darlin’. That’s all. I’m sorry. I should’ve called, sweet girl. I know that. I’m not mad.”

“You were mad,” I accused, glaring at him.

“I was mad, baby,” he said, deceptively calm. “I was…frustrated that you wouldn’t let me take care of you. I just want what’s best for you. But I’m not mad anymore.”

“Well maybe I’m mad at you,” I retorted, harshness still lessened by the teary voice and the way I leaned into him.

“That’s okay,” he practically cooed. He pressed another kiss to my neck then moved so we were face to face, just a breath between us. He smirked, eyes drifting down to my lips and then back up. “You can be mad at me as long as you want, sweet girl. Just as long as you tell me that you love me.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “No,” I said stubbornly.

“Come on, sweet girl, please,” Rafe purred, stroking my neck with his hand lazily. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you,” I said, voice breaking. My eyes popped open and I felt the tears in them.

Rafe’s smirk didn’t waver, but his eyes did soften. He let out a hum and wiped a tear that slipped. “There’s my sweet girl,” he cooed. He leaned forward and pressed a long, languid kiss to my lips. “Let me make it up to you, baby.” Another long kiss—lazier this time. “Let me apologize for calling you names, baby.” Another kiss. “Remind you that you’re my special, sweet girl.”

I huffed. “Oh so you wanna fuck me and suddenly I’m not a stupid, worthless cunt then?” I spat, voice dripping insecurity.

Rafe rolled his eyes so hard I was shocked that his eyes didn’t stick in the back of his head. “You’re not a stupid, worthless cunt. You’re my sweet girl and you know it,” he drawled. “I was a little fucking high when I said that. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

I gave him a withering glare. “Oh and you’re not high now?” I asked even though I could already tell he wasn’t. He gave me a flat look and I deflated, leaning back, covering my face as I leaned against the arm of the couch. I sniffled. “Okay, I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. I didn’t mean it.”

He chuckled dryly and rubbed my leg gently. “It’d be fair if you did,” he drawled. He squeezed my leg. “And it’s fine that it’s not fair, sweet girl. I wasn’t fair. So.” He grabbed my legs and lowered them both to the floor. He gently pried my legs open leaning further into my space, hands dancing up both my thighs now. “How about I be real nice and make it up to you?”

“No,” I said stubbornly, glaring half-heartedly down at him. I felt his hand toy with the waist of my jeans, dancing just over the button. “I don’t want you to.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, unconvinced considering I’d begun to lean into his space more, opening my legs to give him more space to occupy, more space to get closer. “Oh?” he posed, tone almost mocking. “You don’t want to?”

“No,” I corrected, grabbing his hand, putting it back on my hair to silently prompt him to grab it just as he did before. “I don’t want you to be nice.” I glowered at him .”It’s been two months, Rafe. I need…”

He let out a low chuckle, eyes dark with quickly emerging lust. “Fuck, darlin’, tell me…what do you need?” he asked.

I blinked slowly, still looking right into his eyes, intoxicated by him already from such a short time together. “I need you to take care of me like you always do,” I said quietly.

Immediately, his hand wound tightly through my hair and he rose to his feet, forcing me to tilt my head up. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wanting. I bit my lip, eyes trailing slowly down his body, to his belt at my eye level, and then back up. He chuckled again, grinning down at me. He wound his hand a bit tighter in my hair making me let out a squeak as he dragged me just a bit closer to his body.

“You need me to take care of you?” he posed, tone just shy of mocking. “Need me to help turn off that gorgeous fucking brain of yours, baby?” He used his free hand to trail down my cheek, fingers briefly touching my neck and stopping there. “Need me to fuck you stupid, sweet girl?”

Taking a shaky breath, I reached out, hand loosely holding his belt buckle. “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

I reveled in the sudden, sharp sting in my cheek. “Try again,” he warned, voice raspy.

“Yes…please fuck me stupid, daddy,” I said, batting my eyes up at him. “I don’t wanna think anymore.”

“Fuck,” Rafe muttered, his voice raspier still, thick with lust. He chuckled and loosened his hand in my hair before dropping it. He took his shirt off and then knotted a hand back in my hair. “Okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of my sweet girl.” He stroked my cheek gently with his free hand before moving it to his belt buckle and undoing it with ease. He then smirked down at me, inclining his head. “Well? Take me out, darlin’.” I glanced down at his open belt but he tutted, tilting my chin back up. “No, baby. Keep your eyes on me.” His request was one that was most easy for me to accommodate considering I felt like I’d die if I looked away from him.

My hands trembled as I reached forward, taking the belt off of him. I was ready to throw it to the side but Rafe held out a hand. Without even questioning it, I placed it in his hand. He then set it to the side and gestured with his head at me to continue. Which, I happily did. I heard him let out a quiet chuckle as I undid the button on his pants and brought down the zipper without breaking eye contact. I almost hastily pulled down the fabric until it sagged the rest of the way down. I raised my eyebrows at Rafe in a silent plea.

“What, baby?” he asked, amused, tightening his grip on my hair. I let out a weak whine and pouted. “What? You gotta tell me what you want, sweet girl. Use your words.”

“I wanna see your cock,” I responded, hooking my hand on the hem of the waistband of his boxers. I tilted my head to the side, jutting my bottom lip out further. “Please, daddy.”

He let out a dark chuckle. “Okay, baby,” he drawled. I hummed, pleased with myself, and looked down, prepared to take his boxers off. But, he tutted, turning my head up with his grip on my hair so I’d meet his eyes again. “Nuh, uh, darlin’. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me still. Don’t you dare even think about looking at my cock yet, baby. Just get it out.”

“But—” I began to complain before being silenced with another warning slap on the cheek making me whine and pull back slightly; not that Rafe let me get very far.

“No but, baby. You listen to me. Be a good girl,” Rafe warned, tone darkening. “You know I want what’s best for you, right, sweet girl?” I nodded through teary eyes, looking back up at him. He cursed under his breath at the sight, tightening and then loosening his hand in my hair once more. “Good girl, baby. Such a good fucking girl. Now, get my cock out. And don’t even look at it.”

I shivered at the order but complied. I reached and used two fingers to gently drag the fabric of the boxers down until they too gave way, falling down past his knees. Using every bit of restraint I had, I kept my eyes locked on his, refusing to look at his dick even as it hung directly in front of my face. Rafe hummed, his free hand moving from his side to wrap around himself, pumping lazily. I swallowed, biting my tongue as a reminder to keep my eyes up. A mocking laugh fell from Rafe’s mouth at the sight and I felt my stomach tighten.

“Oh there’s my good girl,” he cooed. “She can finally fucking listen, huh? So proud of you baby. Little slut that you are, I didn't think you’d be able to do it.” I let out a tiny whimper at his words, feeling a growing, heated pit of arousal low in my stomach. I shifted slightly, just barely able to keep my eyes from falling down. He chuckled again and pursed his lips. “How about you take your clothes off for me baby? Then I’ll let you look all you want at your favorite part of me.”

“All my clothes, daddy?” I checked. He nodded. I all but raced myself to do so. I whipped off the shirt I had on with ease and shimmied out of my jeans easily enough. Sitting there in my bra and panties, Rafe told me to stop and so I paused, looking up at him. “Yes, daddy?”

“Nothing, darlin’…just wanna look at you a minute,” he said, eyes dark with lust. “So fucking pretty, baby. God on fucking high, can’t imagine what I did to deserve such a blessing.”

“Stop,” I dismissed, blushing.

“Nah, baby. You’re a fucking twelve-course meal and I plan to have all of ‘em,” he dismissed, stepping closer and grabbing my chin. “And you aren’t gonna say some dumb shit like that again. We clear, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” I murmured, feeling his thumb ghost up to trace my bottom lip. My breath hitched in my throat and he seemed to remember himself.

He pulled away and smirked down at me. “Bra and panties off. Let me see that pretty pussy, darlin’. Been missing it so much while I was gone,” he purred. I shivered at his words but peeled them off, shivering at the cold feeling of the air against my nipples and the cool fabric of the couch against my exposed core, quickly growing wet. “Fuck you’re so pretty. Look at you…all this…just for me.” He came closer again—even more this time—and his hand loosely went around my jaw, jerking my head up. “You are just for me, aren’t you baby?” I nodded immediately. He glared, his voice gruffer. “Words, darlin’. Or I might not be inclined to be too nice to you.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said breathlessly, wide-eyed. “All yours. Just for you.” I felt my heart beating rapidly in anticipation of seeing Rafe smile down at me. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” he asked, hand still hooked around my jaw.

“Can I look please?” I asked sweetly, pouting up at him.

His lips quirked into a smirk and he narrowed his eyes looking at me, appraising. “I don’t know, baby. You think I should let you?” he asked.

“Please,” I said, pouting. “I just wan’ you. Want to see you. Wanna have you.”

“Awe with my sweet girl saying all that, well how could I say no?” he drawled, removing his hand from my neck to trail back and join the other in my hair. “Go ahead and look, darlin’. Take as long as you’d like.”

Ever so slowly, I broke my eye contact with Rafe, trailing my gaze down to his dick. Rafe’s confidence even as he stood bare as the day he was born was one of the things that had initially attracted me to him. But, looking at him now, lazily pumping his hand over his cock while he smirked down at me? I don’t think that I’d ever been quite so down bad for him. Which was…concerning, maybe? Pathetic, perhaps? But I didn’t care. At that moment, with his long, thick dick just hovering right in front of me, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him. Of how long I’d wanted him…of how long I’d waited.

“What? I don’t even gotta fuck you to turn that pretty brain off anymore?” he said, voice an alluring growl as he let out a dark sort of chuckle. “Got you so trained to take my dick you don’t even try to fight it, do you sweet girl?”

I shifted at his words, suddenly feeling my core flutter at his words, clenching regrettably—miserably—around nothing. His smirk increased tenfold at that and he stepped closer so that there was practically no space between us, not that there had been much before. Now, his cock stood proudly just next to my face. Again, ever so slowly I raised my eyes to meet his again. And the desperation must’ve been clear in my gaze if the smug, self-satisfied look in his were anything to go by.

“And this was supposed to be for you,” he hummed. “My dumb little baby won’t be able to think for herself and tell me what she wants when I get started, will she?” I let out a pathetic little whimper. “You just need something in that sweet little pussy and your perfect mouth, huh?” His eyes trailed down to my lips, briefly displaying the heated desire he was feeling before moving to meet mine again. “Tell me one thing, darlin’, okay? Think your cute lil’ brain can take that?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, voice coming out breathy. I squirmed slightly, squeezing my thighs together to avoid doing something like grinding on the couch and making him stop this before it even started.

“I don’t have too much patience before I gotta get in that tight fucking cunt, gorgeous,” he drawled. “So…tell me. You want me to eat that pretty pussy? Or do you want to choke on my cock?” He grinned, sharp-edged and shark-like. “It’s up to you.” An aborted moan came out of me at his words. The answer for me, right now, at least, was obvious. I glanced down at his dick and then back up. “Nuh uh, darlin’. You tell me which one you want.”

“I want you to fuck my throat,” I whined, looking up at him wide-eyed.

Rafe chuckled, hands tightening in my hair. “I’ll give you a pass on not addressing me properly this once because you said something so sweet, darlin’. But don’t do it again,” he said, half-mocking, half-warning. I nodded eagerly. One hand released my hair. He pat my cheek and then held my jaw tightly between two fingers. “That’s my girl.” The possessiveness dripped off his tone. “Now be good for daddy and open that fucking mouth.”

My mouth fell open without much thought after that. He grinned as I left it open, tongue sticking out just the way he liked it. His thumb pressed down on my tongue, head tilting slightly to the side as he looked at me. I moaned at even that simple feeling, my body practically trembling with want for him. But, for a good few long moments, that’s all he did, slowly pressing his thumb more against my tongue. But, after a few moments, he drew it away, using his free hand to lazily pump his cock—still only half-hard—in his hand. I inhaled shakily, eyes looking at his heavy cock, knowing the weight and feel of it without even touching it.

“Mmm,” Rafe said, letting out a leisurely sigh as he jerked himself off in front of me. “You want my dick, sweet girl?” I nodded eagerly, tongue still shamelessly hanging out of my mouth. “You want me to make you choke on my fucking cock, baby?” Again, I nodded and he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, darlin’, fuck.” I watched with rapt attention as a bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick. I heard Rafe chuckle not a moment later. “Holy shit are you drooling, baby? Fuck, you really want this dick, huh? Well, I don’t wanna leave you wanting.”

Rafe used the hand in my hair to bring my head closer and anchor it in place. His other hand still held his dick that he was bringing towards my awaiting mouth. The second I felt the tip of his dick touch my tongue I groaned in appreciation at finally having something, feeling myself growing wetter and wanting. Already, with him not even having touched me yet, I was a mess. Rafe knew it damn well too. He chuckled, slapping his dick against my tongue making me inhale sharply then let out a tiny little whimper.

“Should I stop teasing you baby?” he said, voice measured, even, and entirely unaffected—as if he were in a business meeting and not getting ready to ruin my throat. “Should I make sure you lose your voice tomorrow now?” I nodded as best I could while ensuring that his dick did not fall from my tongue which just made him let out another low groan. “Alright, then, baby. You asked for it. Time for you to put that fucking mouth to work.”

I barely had the time to inhale before I felt Rafe’s heavy member settling against my tongue. I let out a breathy moan, reflexively hollowing out my cheeks and bobbing my head to take him further into my mouth. I moved my hands to touch him and he slapped them away.

“No fucking hands,” he grunted, pulling my hair so I’d look up at him before pushing me down to the hilt of him, nose settling against his pelvis. He cursed and I felt his dick pulse in my mouth as he looked down at me, eyes dark and wanting. “So fucking pretty when I’m stretching your fucking mouth open, baby. Look at you. So fucking good.” My core fluttered again at his words, clenching and unclenching while I felt myself starting to dampen the couch slightly the wetter I got. “Gonna fuck your throat now, darlin’.”

With the minimal warning issued, he thrust heavily, pulling out of my mouth almost entirely before thrusting entirely back in. I forced myself to breathe through my nose, relaxing before something unfortunate could happen like my gag reflex being triggered. I moaned around him, using my tongue as little as I could find myself able to when he started to consistently, aggressively thrust himself to the back of my throat. I whimpered at the feeling, grinding absent-mindedly against the rough fabric of the couch, letting my tongue trace along the vein on the underside of his dick.

Rafe caught sight of my desperate rutting against the couch and he let out a dark, slightly breathless chuckle without interrupting the pace of his thrusting. “God, look at my desperate fucking baby. What, is daddy not taking care of you fast enough? Fuck,” he grunted. “You wanna grind like a desperate, needy, brainless little toy? I should make you fucking get off of my thigh without me touching you?” My choked whine of displeasure at the threat made him let out another mean sort of laugh. “Don’t worry, darlin’. That’s gonna be for later.” I let out another whine at the promise then. “Yeah, baby. Gonna make you get yourself off on my leg and then I’m gonna eat your pussy so good. Gonna make you cum for me at least five times before I stop. I’ll fucking tie you up if I gotta, gorgeous. Gonna make my sweet girl so overstimulated she’s not gonna think ‘bout anything but my fucking cock…my fucking mouth…my fucking hands.” Each word was punctuated by a pointed thrust down my throat. “As if you think about anything else, my dumb little fuckin’ baby, yeah?”

When he pulled out of my mouth entirely, releasing my hair, I reflexively gasped in a breath of air, eyes wide and watering. I looked up at him. But, Rafe was still non-plussed by how fucked out I already was. He wasn’t even pausing, barely breaking even a bead of sweat across his gorgeous, obscenely perfect body. No, instead, he knelt down in front of me, one hand making its way immediately to my pussy and finding my clit like two ends of a magnet attracting to each other. He let out a low tutting sound, shaking his head at me as I bucked my hips against his hand before I could stop myself.

“So fucking sloppy, pretty girl. Is this all for me?” he asked, his voice both teasing and harsh. “Barely even done anything to you, baby. You’re just that much of a needy little fuckin’ slut for me, huh?” I let out a high-pitched keening noise and he hummed, wrapping his hand around my throat to make me focus on him even as he slipped two thick digits inside of me. “You want me, baby?” His voice was husky, rasping and his alluring eyes were locked intently on me.

“Yes, daddy,” I whined, voice weak around the whining and moans that I couldn’t help but release as he finger fucked me into oblivion. Even with so little direct stimulation, I felt my legs starting to tremble and my stomach starting to tighten, coiling and ready to barrel quickly towards release. Rafe could tell too based on the way my pussy was practically trying to swallow his fingers whole. “Please.”

“Please what, sweet girl?” he cooed, pretending like he didn’t already know damn well what I wanted.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

“Oh but you sound so pretty when you’re whining, gorgeous,” he groaned. “And I need you to be nice and fuckin’ ready for me. So I need you to cum for me before I fuck you.” My stomach tightened further just on the edge of sweet, sweet release that I’d been missing the past two months while he was missing on fucking house arrest. “Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” I sobbed, hips trying to buck even as he used his massive hand to direct my hips to keep the rhythm he wanted, the other tightening around the outside of my throat, making my eyes roll.

“Good girl,” he huffed. He paused his speech a moment, his fingers moving even faster, making me choke out a sobbing moan, head falling back until he squeezed my throat again in warning, making me lift my head. He then issued a command. A single word. “Cum.”

And who was I to disobey?

The coil in my stomach exploded into a mirage of light behind my eyes as they rolled back. I felt a slightly shrill shriek erupt from my mouth more than I actually heard myself. And all that I could think of beyond the veil and haze of pleasure was the feeling of Rafe’s hands, his skin so close to me. He supported my body as I slumped against him, both of his hands moving to rest low on my hips.

“Good job, gorgeous. You look so fucking pretty falling apart for me,” he encouraged, his voice an appreciative, warm grumble of affection. His hands ghosted up and down my sides. “You ready for me to fuck you, pretty little thing?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, letting out a long, shaky sigh. I reached out, hands trailing up the planes of his solid chest, leaning my head on him to listen to his steady, calm heartbeat. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Of course, baby,” he said. I could hear the smugness in his voice but I didn’t care. He leaned me back on the couch and moved to get up. I let out a whine of dissatisfaction and grabbed his hand tightly, pulling him back towards me. He looked amused as he raised a brow. “I have to go get a condom, sweet girl.”

“No,” I said stubbornly.

“No?” he asked.

“Have you been fucking bitches on house arrest?” I asked, bottom lip jutting out.

He reached out, pulling my lip down and looking at it in undisguised intrigue. “No,” he admitted.

“Well, then you haven’t worn a condom with me before. So fuck’s sake, Rafe just fuck me,” I demanded.

Rafe’s eyes had a hardened sort of glee to them. His hand moved before I registered it and my head turned as his palm made contact with my cheek. Again, my core clenched around nothing. This time, I bit back the moan that threatened to escape.

“Who?” he warned, sounding all too happy to remind me of my place.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I reiterated, still with an extreme attitude. “Fuck me, don’t pull out cum in me, I don’t care. Just fuck me, daddy.”

“Drop the attitude,” Rafe said, a final warning.

“No,” I spat, knowing exactly where it would get me. You know, right where I wanted.

Instead of slapping me again as I’d first expected, Rafe tilted my head up with just his pointer finger under my chin, his shark-like smile back again. “Do you want to be punished, baby?” he asked, sounding all too eager. I offered no answer. He used his free hand and slapped me, harder this time. I couldn’t bite back the moan this time, or the way that my hand tried to drift between my legs. He caught my wrist easily to stop me. “Answer me or I’m gonna stop. I’ll walk out the fucking door, darlin’.” My bottom lip quivered at the thought, chest heaving. “Do you want a punishment, baby?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” I admitted after another stubborn moment.

“Well why didn’t you say so, darlin’,” he cooed sarcastically.

In a flurry of movement, Rafe sat on the couch and had me over his knee. My bare, soaked cunt made contact with his hard knee and I choked on a moan at that feeling. I barely had time to register the change in position before he landed his first hit on my ass. I yelped at the feeling, reflexively trying to squirm away from the pain, even as I felt a jolt of pleasure at the feeling. Rafe held my hips in place easily with one hand, keeping me firmly on his lap, and used the other to lay a hard slap against my ass, making me yelp again.

“That feel fucking good baby?” he grunted, slapping me again. I didn’t answer, a sharp, hissing inhale coming from my mouth. Another slap. Another whimper. “You should be fucking thanking me for this, darlin’. Disciplining your unruly fucking ass. Making you my good girl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you. Please,” I whimpered, reflexively trying to squirm once more when his hand made contact with my ass yet again.

“Please, what, sweet girl? Remind you that you’re fucking mine? Oh, I am gonna, darlin’. This is just part of it,” he ground out. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressed against my side and I was torn between wanting it stuffed in my mouth and my pussy. Both thoughts escaped from my mind entirely as he landed another slap against my ass.

“More,” I ground out through clenched teeth, barely able to resist the urge to grind against his thigh and knee with the desperation that I was feeling.

“Needy little slut, you are, huh?” he asked, amused. His hands stopped their cyclical pattern of slapping my ass to rub the abused flesh for a moment. I felt his hand move between my legs more, teasing my entrance with his fingers. Naturally, I opened my legs for him. He chuckled at that. “Can’t wait to be stuffed with me, can you? Already brain dead to everything but me, aren’t you, sweet girl? You’re just my little plaything right now, aren’t you?” I buried my face in the couch and let out a groan, feeling his hand circling my clit again, lazily, not creating enough friction to do anything.

“Daddy, please,” I whined.

“Don’t worry, pretty little thing. I know just what you need to cum again. I decided I need two from you before I fuck this sweet little fucking pussy,” he grunted. With sudden and almost startling accuracy, Rafe slapped me again. This time, his hand made contact not with my ass but with my pussy, the sharp slap making me gasp and jerk from the pain. I let out a half-aborted scream and rocked back into his palm, panting from surprise. He openly laughed. “You didn’t think I forgot how much you liked that, did you, darlin’? Remember that real fucking well? So I’m gonna take care of this pussy just the way I know you need it.” I let out a breathy moan mixed with a cry as he spanked my clit once more. Again and again and again he did it until I felt like I was dripping sweat on my whole body and my pussy was soaked with my juices—the couch too for that matter. “Fuck me, baby, your pussy is so pretty all puffy like this. She’s just crying for me. You want me so bad your poor fucking brain can’t handle it, can it?” I let out a pathetic little whimper, unable to muster much more. “I tell you what, darlin’. You cum from me slapping this pussy and I’ll fuck you til you pass out if that’s what you want. You wanna do that for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped immediately, hardly even grasping the words just knowing that I wanted the pleasure that had been slowly building to finally reach its fucking crescendo.

“Good girl,” he said before unleashing a series of slaps to my pussy in a pattern that I couldn’t have anticipated if I were in his damn brain myself.

This time, as I tumbled over the edge of pleasure, I wailed, jerking against his hand. I collapsed against Rafe’s leg as the aftershock of the second orgasm washed over me. I gasped for air like I’d been drowning and I felt Rafe’s hand tracing up and down my back lazily. As I caught my breath, he placed a final sharp slap to my pussy making me let out a weak yelp of complaint. Without being too gentle, Rafe maneuvered me off of his lap and over the arm of the couch. He let out an appreciative groan and I lifted my head to look back at him. I was startled to see him lifting the belt. My eyes widened as I felt him wrap it around my wrists, quickly binding me.

“You’re not getting away from me, gorgeous. Not when I finally get to fuck my pussy again. You’re nice and ready for me,” he said, sounding almost absent-minded as he spoke to me. He grunted as he slid into me with a single thrust. When he bottomed out we both let out moans—his low and mine high and keening—and I felt my body shake. “Fuck. When you can feel your legs I’m gonna fuck you so hard in doggy you’re gonna not walk the day after. But right now I just gotta finish the job, baby. Gotta turn your fuckin’ brain off forever.”

With that, he started to purposefully piston his hips, holding my bound wrists behind my back for better leverage. I was nearly boneless, shrieking in pleasure as his hot, throbbing cock stretched me open and brushed against each and every nerve ending just right—at least that was how it felt. How he felt. His thrusts were deep and slow and pointed. I sobbed against the feeling, wanting to rut back into him to make him speed up. But, I couldn’t muster the strength. So I just let him fuck into me at his own pace and I felt myself starting to build towards another bout of pleasure—this bound to be even stronger than before if the stars already behind my eyes were anything to go by.

“Daddy, please,” I sobbed, not knowing if I wanted more or less stimulation, more or less pleasure, from him.

Regardless of what I wanted, Rafe didn’t say anything. He grunted out a noise of acknowledgment that I’d spoken then doubled down in his efforts to make me cum again. And when he wrapped his arm around my throat again, tightening quickly and entirely, it was over. This time, as he forced me to a third orgasm, I was actually sobbing, tears running down my face from the fucked up amount of pain and pleasure entwined in being so overstimulated in such a short period of time—especially after so long away from him.

“There’s my good fucking girl,” Rafe said, voice slightly hoarse as he slowed his thrusts to a stop.

He still hadn’t cum himself, his dick fully pulsing inside of me with how hard he was. I dreaded what that meant, even though I also fully anticipated what I knew would come. He gently undid the belt from around my wrists, releasing me, and then eased himself out of me. He flipped me around on the couch and I looked at him with big watery eyes.

“Please no more,” I said, tears slipping down my cheeks. “It’s too much, please.”

“Come on, darlin’,” he cooed, pressing kisses to my cheeks. “Come on, sweet girl. You can give me one more. Been missing my pussy so much. You know I need one more from her.” Another series of kisses, the last one a long and lingering, filthy one to my lips where his tongue entwined with mine and we both pulled back needing air. “Please, baby. One more for me.”

His hand moved down, gently tracing my clit, making me jolt. Already I was so sensitive, so overstimulated. But, the impossibly sweet and imploring look on his face? The hunger he had for me? It was impossible to deny.

“Okay, daddy,” I agreed, sniffling.

He leaned his forehead against mine, grinning. “That’s my girl,” he said softly.

He hitched my leg up over his hip, settling between my legs on the couch. He used his free hand to grip his cock, looking down at us. He gently slapped the head of his dick against my clit once, twice, a third time until I whined and he chuckled, reaching over to press a short kiss to my lips to shut me up. He ran himself up and down my slit over and over until I was shivering and he saw a tiny dribble of new arousal dripping from me. He let out a low moan of his own and then sank into me in one, hitching my leg up again so he could thrust as deep as humanly possible.

“There you are, gorgeous. There’s my beautiful fucking girl,” Rafe praised, pressing a kiss to each cheek, to my lips, and to my forehead as he steadily thrust into me. “So fucking perfect for me. So fucking good for me, baby.”

“You feel so good, daddy,” I said, eyes rolling back and then curling as he pressed down on the slight bulge in my stomach only present because of him. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Anything for you, baby. Fucking anything,” he grunted. He ground slower against me instead of thrusting for a few moments. “You don’t get to keep me from my pussy anymore, baby. I gotta fucking be with you.”

“Wanna be with you, daddy,” I babbled in agreement.

“Good fucking girl,” he huffed, pressing down on the bulge again making me whimper. I felt his dick pulsate again and I tightened around him habitually making his breath hitch. “You gonna cum for me one more time, baby? I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” I whined. “Please can I cum? Please, please, please?” I begged.

“Fu-fuck yeah,” Rafe stuttered. “Cum with me baby.”

And this time, as I fell across pleasure’s razor edge once more, Rafe fell with me. I felt as he came inside me, hot and deep. My eyes rolled at the feeling, almost addicted to the mere feeling of him being so close and intensely part of me at that moment. I held him without realizing it, nails digging into the skin of his back as I held him against me, ignoring the fact that I was trembling like a leaf.

“So proud of you, my sweet girl. So good for me, gorgeous. Love you so much. So good for me.” Those were the first things I was coherent of hearing again when the whooshing in my ears had faded. They were the sweet praise that Rafe was offering. He went to move—to pull out—but I held him to me still, almost wrapping myself around him like a koala to stop it.

“No,” I denied. “Don’t move yet.”

“Okay, baby,” he agreed. “I won’t pull out. Do you want me to hold you?” I nodded. He carefully moved us. I winced as he adjusted us so that I was sitting up and in his lap because it made him deeper for a moment still but as we settled that faded and I just melted into his chest. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so good.” He stroked my skin and hair for a moment. “I gotta get you cleaned up, sweet girl. Get you some water.”

“Not yet,” I denied again, eyes closed as I leaned against him, as much of my skin touching him as possible. “Take care of me in a minute.”

He chuckled. “Oh? You’re gonna let me take care of you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered absent-mindedly. “Fine. You can take care of me, Rafe. I’ll stop being stubborn.” I needed his help. He’d been right about that when he showed up, I was adult enough to admit that. And I knew that he loved me. That he meant it from the best place.

“Really?” he asked, disbelieving. “You’re gonna move in with me? Let me take care of you? Just like that? All I had to do was fuck you like that?”

“Yeah. That’s all you had to do,” I agreed, far too exhausted to explain the complex detail of it in truth. I let out a breathless laugh though, a thought occurring to me when I felt a cool bite of metal and plastic on my leg. “Well, as long as you don’t get arrested for busting out of house arrest.” I cracked open my eyes to give him a smile.

“Shut up, I'll be fine,” he muttered. His hands held me closely, tightly, possessively to him. “You don’t get to take it back. I get to take care of you now. To make sure you’re safe. You’re gonna live with me, sweet girl.”

“Okay, Rafe,” I agreed softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. He leaned into the touch and I smiled. “I will.” I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, laying my forehead against his.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured, so quiet I could barely hear it.

“I love you too,” I replied, just as quiet, just as simple.

He smiled at that, the sight making his eyes go warm and sweet. “Alright, then, gorgeous. Let’s get you cleaned up and get the fuck out of here,” he said. His smile morphed into a cheesy sort of grin—the kind I rarely got to see. “Let’s go home.”

For once, I couldn’t disagree. And I couldn’t help but echo the cheesy smile. “Okay, then, Romeo,” I teased. “Let’s go home.”

[hard-core-super-star]

my ears fill with the sound of you kneeling [K.Bishop]

pairing: sub!kate bishop x dom!reader

summary: you and your girlfriend explore a slightly unconventional form of comfort after you catch her slipping into her self-destructive tendencies again.

warnings: smut -> minors and god look away [literally just porn with feelings…like a LOT of feelings; petplay/puppyplay; vibrator use; humping/grinding; finger sucking; a touch of overstimulation; kate exploring her submissive side while R tries to guide her through it]

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: i was working on a few requests and then i blacked out and wrote this whole thing instead. i'm sorry [but also, you're welcome :)] i have nothing else to say for myself, enjoy. [we'll be back to our regularly scheduled wholesome hailee steinfeld programming next week]

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“I can explain.”

Those words never mean anything good, especially when they come from the mouth of a certain stubborn archer. A stubborn archer you happen to be very much in love with.

You sigh the second her words reach your ears, making sure to count down from five before turning away from the fridge to face her. You’re not sure what you’re expecting to find but you’re sure expecting it wouldn’t have helped much anyway.

Kate stands in front of you, her face littered with small (badly bandaged) cuts and noticeable bruises forming on her gorgeous face.

The purple suit she wears whenever she goes out on “Avengers business” (as she likes to call it) hides the damage you’re sure has been done to her body. You don’t know whether to yell at her or ask her if she’s okay.

Ultimately, you do neither and instead, walk away before you say something you’ll regret. Just because your girlfriend happens to be a very powerful and stupidly reckless superhero doesn’t mean you have to like it. You’ve learned a lot about the brunette since you started dating her and sometimes that information was more of a curse than a blessing.

“y/n, wait!” She calls out before following after you like a lost puppy. “Just hear me out.”

“Hear you out?” You scoff. “Why? So you can lie to me and tell me you’re totally okay when we both know the truth?”

The lack of response tells you everything you need to know.

She’s slipping again. Letting herself get caught up in fears and doubts that only make her act more reckless than usual. She’s not getting hurt because she’s unskilled or lacks proper training, she’s getting hurt because she wants to. Because she thinks she deserves it.

You hate that you understand where she's coming from. You're not a stranger to self-destructive tendencies but at least yours don't involve getting repeatedly punched in the face.

She follows you all the way into the bedroom and it’s not until you’re both in the safety of those four walls that her hand grips your wrist. You could escape her hold if you wanted to but you’re not angry enough for that. A part of you wishes you were so you didn’t have to look at the pain written all over her face as she turns you around to face her.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Please,” she says, taking a step closer. “Tell me what I can do to fix this.”

She's practically begging you and despite how badly you want to pretend tonight never happened, you catch a glimpse of the desperate look in her eyes. You don't think you've ever seen it before and yet you know exactly what it means.

Kate's begging for more than just your forgiveness right now.

You know you shouldn’t do it. You should tell her to take a shower and then climb into bed with her and help her recover from her mistakes. But your response slips out before you can stop it.

“Kneel.”

Your breath catches in your throat as she complies immediately with your command. A part of you had been expecting her to do it and yet it stuns you all the same.

You’ve never seen your girlfriend like this. Not only is this the most submissive she's ever been with you, but it’s also the most relaxed you’ve seen her since her destructive cycle started up again.

For the first time in weeks, the weight she carries on her shoulders every day disappears. There’s no shame, no regret, no pain in her eyes. Nothing but pure adoration and submission.

“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”

Her words should be arousing, and in a weird way they are, but you can’t stop the waves of concern from crashing into you. You can tell she really does need this. Needs to let go of herself and have someone else take the wheel for once. But you’re not sure if that person should be you considering the way you’ve been treating her since she walked through the door.

You open your mouth to tell her that much but she’s quicker than you are. Her hand reaches out for yours and she holds your wrist tightly before bringing it closer to her mouth. You watch with wide eyes, barely able to breathe, as she slowly takes two of your fingers into her eager mouth.

The warm wetness that surrounds your digits is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. The vulnerability turns into intimacy right in front of your eyes and, even though you're nervous as hell about messing this all up for her, you let the moment envelop you until everything else fades away.

You know, deep down, you need this just as much as she does.

When you finally speak again, it's in a tone you've never used before, not with Kate, not with anyone but you seem to hit the nail right on the head considering the reaction you get out of your girlfriend. “Good girl. Is this what you need? To have your pretty mouth filled up and used?”

She whines in response, the sound coming out muffled yet desperate. It’s the closest she can get to confirming your suspicions in this state.

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of all the things you could do to her. Kate’s always been strong. Resilient in all aspects of her life, and it really would be so easy to push her to her breaking point. But you don’t want to do that. Not tonight. Not when you can see how much she needs to be both comforted and dominated.

You are a little upset with her still though so you decide to meet her halfway.

“Strip.”

You remove your fingers from her mouth once the command is out in the air, ignoring the whimper she lets out at the loss. You pretend to ignore the telltale sound of fabric rustling as she removes her clothes while you walk to the bedside table and take out a familiar wand vibrator.

Your steps are slow and deliberate once you decide to make your way back to her. It’s impossible for your eyes not to trail down her contradiction of a body. She’s full of toned muscles from years of archery and martial arts training and yet there’s an air of softness to her skin.

An air of warmth that seems to radiate from her even now. Even as bruises litter her torso and cuts nip at her soft thighs.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me, baby.”

She shakes her head although a small pink hue spreads along her face at your words. “Not baby.”

“No?” You ask as you come to a stop in front of her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at you. “Then what are you?”

A beat of silence passes and you almost expect her to keep her desires to herself…until a single whisper falls from her inviting lips. The sound is so quiet you almost wonder if you imagined it.

“Puppy? Is that what my good girl wants to be for me? A cute little puppy?”

Your hesitation at using the name fades away the second Kate’s eyes light up at the sound of it. You’re not sure how long she’s kept this desire a secret from you but it’s merely another thing to add to the long list of reasons why you love her.

The look on her face is enough of a response but she still uses her words, clearly looking to keep being your good girl. “Yes, please.”

“Such a good puppy.” Your free hand comes down to pet the top of her head. You chuckle to yourself while she whines and presses up against the loving touch. “A little puppy like you needs to be trained. Do you think you can handle that, pup?”

She nods instantly and you know she’s placing all her trust in you. Trust that you’ll take care of her the way she needs right now. That you won’t leave her like so many before you.

“Stay like that, okay?” You reach over to grab a random pillow from the bed and place it between her legs.

Her hips buck forward before you even do anything. You coo at her, placing a quick kiss on the top of her head and positioning the vibrator on top of the pillow. You make her wait a few agonizing seconds before you switch the toy on.

The sound she lets out is more of a whine than a moan but neither of you mind too much. You move the toy around, making sure it’s pressed right against her clit and pretending you don’t notice the speed with which her wetness covers the vibrator.

You step back once you’re satisfied and the pout she gives you might just be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. “You have to be trained, remember, pup? No touching. If you want to cum, you’ll have to hump that vibe like the needy little puppy you are.”

A part of you thinks she’s going to complain about the rules you’ve set in place but then her face contorts in pleasure and you know her mind is too far gone for her to argue back.

There’s no better feeling for you right now than watching as your girlfriend lets herself go like this. There may be a lot of things the two of you need to talk about later but right now is all about helping her feel good. It’s about providing her with something she’s always wanted but never had.

You’re lost in a world of your own as your eyes hone in on the way she grinds her needy cunt against the toy. You could probably come undone from the mere sight but you’re not thinking about yourself right now.

“How’s that feel, puppy?”

You don’t expect her to be able to form words right now but she surprises you. “Good! Feels, oh- feels so good!”

“I’m glad. You deserve to feel good, pup.”

She half-whimpers, half-moans in response.

It only takes a few more moments for her movements to grow sloppy, a telltale sign that she's close to the edge.

“I’m gonna-” One quick look at your face causes her to change her words. “Please, please can I cum?”

You can’t hold back your smile as she asks for permission. “Yes. Go ahead and cum for me, puppy.”

She doesn’t leave you waiting for long. All it takes is a few more seconds of her humping the vibrator for her to fall apart. Your eyes widen slightly while you take in the enticing sight before you. The way her whines grow louder, the way her whole body trembles and her head flies back in pure ecstasy.

“y/n!” She cries out.

You’re there in an instant.

You’ve missed so many things, messed up even more, but you’re there when she needs you this time. There’s no hesitation in your movements, no other thoughts in your usually crowded mind except being the support beam your girlfriend desperately needs right now.

“It’s alright, you did so good for me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as your arms wrap around her trembling frame.

She slumps forward into you, incoherent mumbles and soft whimpers leaving her lips. The sight would be heartbreaking if you weren’t acutely aware of the way her hips continue to rock against the vibrator still snugly nestled against her sensitive cunt.

“Katie,” you mumble. “You can stop, darling. You don’t have to keep going.”

Even as the words escape you, you can tell she doesn’t want to stop. She’s sensitive and vulnerable and so, so needy.

“Please…” You can’t see her face but you can feel the desperation in her voice as her breath hits your neck.

You instantly pull her closer to you, whispering soft reassurances as your hand slowly slides down her body, teasing and caressing her overheated and battered skin. Her body trembles against yours and you feel her bury her face into the crook of your neck in search of some stability.

You’re happy to provide it for her, allowing her to hold on tightly to your arms despite the sting her nails leave behind on your skin.

Your fingers finally reach the buzzing toy and you grab onto the handle to lift it up and press it further into her dripping pussy. She reacts immediately, letting out muffled gasps of pleasure as she continues to grind against the overwhelming stimulation you’re providing her with.

“Shh, you’re okay.” You don’t know if your words register in her mind but you keep going anyway. “Such a good puppy letting me play with you like this.”

“Need…please…”

“I know, pup, I know. Just let go. Let me make you feel good.”

She was closer to the edge than you expected because those words are all it takes for her to fall apart again. Her grip on you tightens to the point of being painful but you don't dare move away from her.

You let out a soft sound of your own when you feel her wetness drip down onto the toy in your hand. You're sure your fingers are soaked with her release but you don't focus on anything except your shivering girlfriend.

“Good girl,” you whisper as you turn the vibrator off and move it away from her. “My good little puppy.”

You feel a different type of wetness hit your neck. You're not sure if the tears are from pleasure or pain but you comfort her all the same.

“It's alright, Katie, you're alright.”

The whimper you get in response tugs at your heartstrings enough to get your hand moving. It's a bit awkward considering the position you're both in but you manage to slip your fingers between your neck and her mouth.

It only takes a second for her to register what you're offering her. Her lips part and she takes your fingers into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself that lingers on your soaked digits.

“Shh, I've got you. You're safe with me.”

You both know your words are true and a sense of calm settles into the air around you.

It's going to take a lot more than this moment of pleasure to help Kate out of the cycle she finds herself in but this is a good first step. And you intend to hold her as tight as this when you finally begin to navigate what comes next.

[swampstew]

KillerCook Chapter 11

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI

*Phone app notification goes ping*

TikTok – KillerCook has uploaded a new video. Check it out!

Title: HACKED Description: This ain’t your regularly scheduled programming punks!5 minute video. The thumbnail is a shadowed figure with a menacing looking ‘X’ mark over the body.

*Press Play?*

The video began with what appeared to be a hostage situation.

KillerCook was tied to a chair with rope and chains, a blindfold over his helmet and duct tape adhered to most of his face holes.

“Uhh, this isn’t what it looks like,” Killer was able to voice out from behind the bondage.

“No, it’s exactly what it looks like,” barked Kid as he stepped into the frame. “This effin idiot was gonna make content on HIS birthday. Not in my house. Today is technically Killer’s birthday but we’re kidnapping – shut the hell up – him so he can actually let his hair down for once in his life.”

Heat stepped into the frame on Killer’s opposite side, “Originally, we were gonna take over the channel and cook for him. BUT, Kid had a light-bulb moment and we developed a scheme to treat the birthday man. You all will be seeing this next week, but rest assured, we’ve got it covered. Wish Killer a happy birthday in the comments and he’ll read them all when we come back!”

Wire came from behind the camera shaking a can of whipped cream, stepping menacingly towards Killer. Aiming the nozzle into one of the helmet holes, he pressed down on the can until Killer began thrashing, white whipped cream oozed from behind the taped holes. “THIS IS FOR THROWING FOOD AT ME ALL YEAR!”

The video transitioned to a blue and white screen with a traditional birthday melody laid over it.

A slideshow of videos and still-shot frames from Killer’s birthday kidnapping started playing.

Killer’s hostage-wear stayed on as the crew drove to the marina, where a punk-looking yacht was moored. The bow of the ship was adorned with a skeletal body, and there were blue and red flames painted to the sides of the hull. Black cursive spelled out the beauty’s name – Victoria Punk.

“The bag over the helmet is really pointless, I know where we are,” Killer’s muffled complaint went ignored as he was marched up the boarding plank.

About 30 pictures went by with various crew members and friends posing with hostage Killer; one photo had him wearing a beer helmet over the bag over his helmet, the straws tucked underneath all the materials to give Killer some libation.

Finally liberated, Killer – dressed down into swim trunks and his helmet – took a running leap off the yacht to cannonball into the sea. As he resurfaced, the rest of the crew cannonballed after him, created a wave of water to shower down on him and the camera, which promptly died.

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Kid’s pissed-off scowl came into focus as he adjusted the new camera perspective, “{Redacted} idiots killed my phone instead of using the {redacted} GoPro.”

The next clip showed Killer relaxing with a beer bottle in hand, laying against a giant pizza slice pool float as people drifted by him, playing in the water. All was calm until Quincy, Bubblegum, and Heat swam underneath the float and flipped it over. When Killer broke the surface, the laughter tripled as his hair was plastered all over his helmet and chest, but his beer-bottle was still in one of the face holes.

“There’s sea water in my beer,” he said flatly.

A new clip had a heavy metal anthem roaring in the background as the yacht was sailing at high speed on the open ocean. Killer was standing on the bow, holding a Scottish flag, and thrashing his hair to the music.

More photos of the crew and Killer celebrating his birthday with drinking games, strength competitions, and gorging on fresh seafood flooded the TikTok video. Amongst the main crew and personal friends, there were also members of the Straw Hat crew, and even some ‘frenemy’ rivals that had been spoken of but not ever invited on to the KillerCook channel before. By the time the lighting in the photos grew darker, Killer’s helmet had been exchanged for a face mask and his cerulean eyes were noticeably glossy.

“Hap-hic-happy birthday, Kill, -hic- the best-{redacted}-friend a punk could-hic ask for,” slurred Kid as he gripped Killer’s shoulder. Both men swayed as a cake was brought out to the main deck. Sunset had long passed, the yacht was brightly lit up with swarms of bulbs on strings that hung tastefully along the walls and railings.

Everyone began to sing the birthday song and Killer might have shed a tear, shoving a palm roughly to his face.

“{Redacted}-A, I don’t even know what to say,” Killer drawled out. “All I was going to do was make a small cake and smoke my pipe. You {redacted} are so good to me. Well, not all of you, but I like most of yah. Some I don’t know how you got invited, seriously. But I’m glad you’re here celebrating anyways. I don’t have a wish to make, truly. I’ve got everything, everyone. So thanks. Alright I’m not going to get mushy on all you freeloaders!” Killer ripped off his face mask.

With deep-purple stained lips, Killer’s gorgeous smile shined brightly as he took a gulp of air and blew out the sparkler-flame candles. The party participants roared in celebration at the same time an airhorn started blowing off-screen.

The camera quickly panned to the culprit of the sound. A modest sized cruise ship with a flag waving proudly on the masts pulled up portside. On the side of the hull it’s name was proudly presented: The Baratie. The camera’s change in perspective did not allow for viewers to see who let out the strangled, high-pitched scream of excitement.

Sanji was clutching Killer’s soldiers and babbling incoherently before jumping into the water, swimming towards the restaurant ship.

Hands covering his face, Killer sobbed out, “I’m so fucking happy!! LET’S EAT!!!!”

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[cowboyemeritus]

Day 31

Prompt: Aftercare

Pairing: Secondo/Reader

Tags: aftercare, vaginal fingering

Notes: It's finally the end! What a crazy few weeks it's been. This was my first time participating in Kinktober, really any fandom challenge, and I think it went well! Thanks for sticking around -- you all are awesome. <3

Definitely need to take a break after this, but we should be back to regularly scheduled programming soon.

Happy Halloween!

You’re already half-asleep by the time Secondo returns, wet washcloth in hand. Limbs heavy and loose, your afterglow is still in full-swing, a pleasant buzz radiating out from your center. As the faint sheen of sweat on your skin begins to dry, your core temperature drops. The autumn chill seeps in through the ancient, uninsulated windows, and if not for the fire blazing at the other end of the room, you would without a doubt already be shivering.

“She is exhausted,” Secondo muses. Slowly, you open an eye, watching as he sits down on the bed next to you. While you were dozing he changed into a pair of boxers and removed his paints, though traces of it linger in the creases around his eyes and smudged across various parts of your anatomy. You yawn, smiling up at him.

“She is,” you say, face contorting with pleasure as you stretch. “And you’re insatiable.” Secondo chuckles, brushing a few loose hairs away from your eyes.

“With you, I cannot help myself.” The simple admission has you flushing, reveling in the echoes of your most recent climax.

“The great Papa Emeritus, brought low by a common Sister? These must be the end times-” Silencing you, Secondo presses his lips to yours. He smells of exertion and his smoky, spicy cologne. His mustache tickles you faintly and you hum, content, wrapping your arms around his neck. He could have anybody, you think. And yet…

He breaks the kiss, bringing the washcloth up to dab at the smears of paint around your mouth. “I am quite impressed, Sister.” You roll your eyes, cracking into a smirk. “The Samhain Mass is a challenging program. You handled it expertly.” 

“I handled you expertly,” you laugh, deflecting. “Thank you. It was an honor to-“ The washcloth runs across your lips, and you break out into giggles once more.

He kisses you again, bringing the cloth to your neck. “None of that. Not here.” The steaks of black and white wash away, but the splotches of pink and purple beneath them remain. You’ll wear his marks with pride, he knows just as well as you. Though his touch is gentle, his hand feels remarkably strong around your throat. You’re not ashamed of the way it has your arousal flaring up again.

It lasts for only a few more moments. Your chest is next. Secondo sees your nipples are already pebbled and quirks an eyebrow. Experimentally, he runs the cloth over one of them, and seems satisfied with the noise you make. He does it again and your thighs press together. “So soon, gattina?” You shrug.

“Can’t help myself either.” 

He doesn’t dally, finishing the work on your breasts and tossing the washcloth aside. His hand immediately finds your center, two fingers sliding into your slick cunt while his thumb skims over your clit. Though you’re exhausted, most of your energy sapped by the ritual, your sensitive nerves immediately alight. Moaning, your back arches off the bed. There is a focus, almost a reverence on his face as he works you. It makes your heart thump in your chest.

It’s comfortably quiet until you tumble over the edge, jerking and gasping quietly. Secondo presses one more chaste kiss to your lips, then resumes his work. Now oversensitive, you grimace as he cleans between your legs. There is an interested glint in his eyes, but seeing how yours droop, he leaves you be. When he’s finished he tosses the wet cloth to the side, then reaches over to the night stand and hands you your nasty, plastic water bottle that only sometimes smells like a fish tank. He watches you take a few sips then stands, sauntering back over to his dresser. From the top drawer he produces one of his ancient Iron Maiden shirts and a pair of your underwear. He’s been building a collection of your things, you note, trying to entice you to stay.

You’ve already decided you’re not going anywhere. Eventually, you’ll tell him, but right now it’s just too much fun watching him squirm.

[februaryfangfest]

There are just a few days left until Sign-ups end for Fangfest, so go read the deets and fill out the sign up sheet!

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming: Each week in the run-up to February Fangfest, we’ll be spotlighting different sub-pairings/groups within the Fanged Four, because your works (and our love) can be for those individual relationships too! We’ll be sharing some fic and art that we adore which depict them, and hope you’ll enjoy and go shower the creators in comments and kudos/likes!! And oh, hey, if it serves as propaganda for you to go create your own things? Win-win.

This week, we're doubling up. We're spotlighting both Dangel and Sprusilla. First up, the elders - Dangel. The first two members of the famous Fanged Four, Darla and Angel have the longest canon romance of any recurring characters in the Buffyverse. They are the only two characters who each get to meet the other in all three states of transformation: human, vampire, and vampire with a soul. They kill each other, save each other, betray each other, betray OTHERS for each other, and love each other in a story that reaches truly epic scale, along the way becoming the only pairing that produces biological offspring together as well as delivering the very first and very last lines of dialogue in the televised shows. They are the foundation of the most fearsome foursome in canon history and the literal definition of found family. While Angel is repeatedly forced to witness Darla's death over the course of both series and their relationship ends in tragedy, we can always hold out hope that Darla will be resurrected (again) and these two will finally get their fair shot at happily ever after.

In this post, we'll be sharing the delightful Dangel works from 2024's February Fangfest and Fanged Four Family Bingo. Enjoy! And don't forget to leave a comment and kudos :D

Fanart

Title: Control Artist: Girlpire Rating: Explicit (Fucking Machines, Femdom, Bottom!Angel, An abundance of onomatopoeia) Medium: Digital Art Summary: [Girlpire] might have been wrong. THIS is the dirtiest thing [she's] ever drawn. :D

Title: Darla and Angel Through the Years Artist: Ifer Rating: Gen Audiences (Self-Described Eye Strain Art, Blood and Romance, Bloody Handholding) Medium: Digital Art Summary: Illustration for February Fangfest 2024

Fanfiction

Title: Adult Material Author: Vampbrat Rating: Explicit (Bloody Great Reconnections, Choking, Porn and Popcorn ) Length: 1,040 words Setting: Post-Series Summary: The most divorced vamps in California tentatively attempt to reestablish a connection.

Title: His Proper Place Author: Harlow Rating: Explicit (Pegging, Punishment, Season's Beatings) Length: 671 words Setting: Ambiguous, Pre-Series Summary: Darla is displeased that her lover has spent Valentine's day committing atrocities without her. She decides to teach him a lesson.

Title: Still Life in the Deserts of the World Author: Girlpire Rating: Explicit (Existential Crises and Nude Modelling, Slaughterhouse Things, Zoo Life, Mental Health Issues, Sex, OCs Who Will Steal Your Heart) Length: 20,064 words Setting: 1977 Summary: It's February of 1977. The first Star Wars movie hasn't hit theaters, Elvis is alive, and a lonely vampire with a soul is working two part-time jobs in Bridgeport, Connecticut, still teaching himself how to survive. This is a snapshot of Angel's life in the days leading up to the tragic encounter in the donut shop in Orpheus.

This next fic features various combinations of the Fanged Four (and a few other Aurelians), but it is very much Dangel-centric throughout:

Title: A Divine Comedy in the House of Flies Author: QueennHalloween Rating:Explicit (An Assortment of Kinks, Dubcon, Pregnancy, Family Orgy, Angst and Feels, Contains Fanart) Length: 38,270 words Setting: The Afterlife, Various Parts of Darla's Memory Summary: Darla is dead… again. It's the only thing she's actually sure of.

[cozage]

Hey folks-

Im sure a few of you have probably noticed that all I’m posting right now is Daughter’s Return updates. And maybe you’ve even wondered why (if not, you can keep scrolling! Just gonna be a long winded explanation)

Im still going to be working on requests, just not right now. My life is super busy at the moment and for the next few weeks. I’m working a full time job, transitioning into a new (very demanding) job, and taking college classes online.

I bit off a little more than I could chew in life, so right now writing has to take a back seat, even if it is just about the only thing I want to be doing.

I have two-three more chapters of The Daughters Return already written and in various stages of editing. So when I get a few moments to decompress and write, that’s my easiest thing to work on, since the writing portion is already done. This is why it’s been getting so many updates (and will continue to get some even though I’m not writing anything else rn)

I will be writing other stuff! Very soon! Hopefully once I get out of my transition period for jobs, I’ll be able to really write again and give you guys some good content with other characters besides Ace.

It kinda sucks. I know. It sucks for me too. I want to write new stuff, but usually by the time I’m done with my daily obligations, my brain is totally fried. I’ll be back with new fun writings soon. I hope you’ll stick with me in the meantime, and check out my weekly updates of The Daughter’s Return if you’re interested, at least until we get back to our regularly scheduled program.

Im so honored to have your support and love. You have no idea how much it means to me.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Rock Emeth Sock Emeth

Bahahahahaha look at the snail getting up! No matter how deep and heavy this story gets at times sometimes it's really that simple. You know that feeling when you see something so eye-catching and it just takes you away? Almost like stars in your eyes? This lil guy doing his best is that for me. And I felt it needed acknowledgement. No other reason.

So the broadcast is back! People who got really hot about apparent sudden turns in the last chapter have a bit of egg on their face this one. We flow back into our current bestie, pulling a very Wano trick yet again of a double meaning in the chapter title. A lot of people get the connection in the title to the Golem of Jewish folklore. But "Emeth" literally means truth, faithfulness as well. Our concept in the little lead-in text "Words that shroud the truth" for our return to...

Here we are, getting back to Stussy. And it seems to be the case that we skipped over the heart of her conversation with Kaku. Last we left off was this notion of her conflicted, wanting to be faithful to both. It's so interesting to use Kaku this way, not for a similar name or the odd through line of giraffes but because we know he was here once before too. He was the one who had some earnest love for his role as a Galley-La shipwright. Is he thinking about Paulie and Lulu and Tilestone? Wishing he could have done the same, enjoy that humble role and honest job forever?

Regardless, broadcast is back and that means Stussy's Gay Pop Summer continues. I got that from a comment on the Chappell Roan clip and well, it's just perfect. This is essentially the same type of bit I saw so heavily in Kiku, very similar to the End of Act 1 example actually, which means it could end up meaning anything. Stussy is both someone who could be our window into what happened last night as well as the subject of it, you know? Like the other two I wanna give room for the idea one of these cutaway ladies is just setting herself up and this right here opened up a lot for Stussy. Girl's really working her way into the very tippy top of the blorbo rankings in her own right with these past few chapters too.

And of course, when we get back to all of this with the Elbaf ship it moves on pretty swiftly. Apparently now there's also some mystery holdup above. Bonney ran out of steam almost immediately and it's even highlighted how it was an illusion of the Age-Age Fruit. I quite like smacking Luffy in the back, especially with the bit about Sanji & Franky doing it without a second thought. Don't forget Bonney's been a rather successful captain in her own right.

All in all, feels like this little side-segment has done what it needs to. Especially since our return to regularly scheduled programming also includes...

Big robot. No one is excited for this. How silly. Look at my entirely flat affect...

Seriously, how fun! Rock Em Sock Em Robonosuke! First off if he's back and the broadcast is still going then yeah that means the idea this ends up in the broadcast being hijacked is back in play. But we do now know for sure there's no ambiguity with the robot reacting to the Nika heartbeat and having this explicit connection to Joyboy. Still think it's interesting we're playing with the split between the two and of course, if it's from the Void Century you always have to wonder about the potential of further info passed on through Toki in some fashion.

All in all, definitely has me feeling good about reading the last little bit as a "crackle" in the story we're still telling. Boo to break week, but they're necessary. Curious to see what's up next when we come back.

[pacificwaternymph]

Hey guys :)

So gonna be honest, I've not been super motivated to write for a while. I think I burned myself out a little bit. So I've decided that I'm going to be taking the month of July off to kind of rest and recharge.

I've got a lot going on in the next few upcoming weeks and I really won't have a whole lot of time to work on my projects anyways, so this is really only so I don't stress myself out about it in the meantime.

Once we hit August, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming (I hope). This is just a super busy time in my life and I need to take a step back.

For those of you following the Wolf Mother and the Superhero AU... you probably won't even notice a difference lmao. Sorry about that.

I'll still be active on here and I'm more than happy to answer questions about my stories and AUs. But my AO3 will be going on silent for a while.

Anyways, hope you guys are having a good day/night wherever you are. Don't forget to eat, drink, sleep, and take your meds.

[antlersofthevoid]

One day out to the craft fest, then two exams next week. Gimme a bit to mentally recover and then we should be back to your regularly scheduled program.

[allylikethecat]

ally!! the way i ran to ao3 as soon as i saw the ducklings update…i am in love with this fic and simultaneously bewildered at how you have managed to pull me into a genre of fic that i have avoided for years.

it is a testament to your writing and the way you write our poor fictional!matty. he is really going through it and i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t enjoying it slightly 🫠 (as someone with my own knee problems i have to say i appreciate that fictional!matty also has to suffer the same ailments as i do lol)

speaking of fictional!matty not having a good time, i saw the wip you posted for the equestrian au and am very excited for that next update too!!!

back to ducklings tho..i cannot WAIT for fictional!matty and fictional!george to have a grownup discussion as i anticipate that the angst will be unmatched. i also love me some fictional!ross for calling them both on their shit as he should. i once again thank u for your service and the absolute delight that is these tuesday updates 🫡

yours,

— 💌

Ahhh hello my dearest 💌 anon!! I hope you are well!

Thank you so much for giving Ducklings a chance in the first place, especially with it not being a genre of fic that you don't enjoy (and usually actively avoid!) Thank you so much for your kind words about my writing 🩵 I have so much fun crafting these little stories, and I'm so happy that y'all are enjoying them as well (and I hope that I've been able to continue improving the craft!) I also love putting Fictional!Matty through it (every day is the new worst day of his life lol)

Also knee problem peeps unite! Why are knees both so important and also so fragile?! We should have evolved into a better design by now lol I do hope both your knee/knees, Fictional!Matty's knee/knees and my own personal funky knee start to trend at least a bit into the better direction (yes, I know they're knees so it's unlikely BUT being overly positively optimistic at times is half my charm lol maybe we can all get a deal on cortisone shots together- Matty call me I know a cortisone shot guy (my orthopedic lol))

AHHH thank you so much for also giving the equestrian AU a chance and for your support on that one! It is so incredibly self indulgent, and I have SO MUCH FUN working on it, because I am the definition of annoying horse girl lol Making fictional!Matty and fictional!George horse BOYS brings me the most amount of joy lol I'm hoping to have the next update ready on Friday! I've just decided to make a few tweaks to the chapter 😊

Hehe this is Fictional!Matty we're talking about, so it's gotta get worse before it can get better! Fictional!Ross is like omfg though, he's got it coming from both sides lol

I apologize in advance, I'm not going to have an update next Tuesday February 20 or next Friday, February 23. I'm going to be out of the country to work and I don't want to be stressing about finishing a chapter / posting it while also trying to bond with me new coworkers lol BUT after that we should fully be back to our regularly scheduled programming / schedule 😊

Thank you so, so very much for reading, your support and alway sending the most lovely of messages 🥰 I greatly appreciate it and hope that you are having the absolute VERY BEST week!

❤️Ally

[jmdouglasreads]

One year into community college

I officially completed my first year of college classes about three weeks ago. I'm just getting to writing about it now because, to be completely honest, I just didn't feel like posting anything. Right now I'm writing this in-between working on assignments for my summer classes. ( I wanted to get ahead a few credits.) No one asked but I kind of wanted to go over my personal experience in community college. I am going to split up this post by semester as my fall and spring semester were very different. I took all online classes for my fall classes and all in person classes for my spring semester.

Fall 2024:

As I mentioned I took all my fall classes online. I had originally planned to take five classes in the fall, but I had to drop one class due to technical issues. Overall, I had an okay time with online classes though I did have a few issues with the structure with some of the classes. I also felt overwhelmed by the amount of work needed to complete online classes (hence going all in person next semester.) I had little to no direct interactions with the campus itself so my experience for this semester with be kept to my experience in my classes.

A few things I would like to put before I write more specific points on each specific class. Online classes generally require more work than in person class and much more work. You have to effectively teach yourself the material and organize yourself throughout the class. Some classes will have a more organized class structure (via a "week-by-week", or by module, etc.) but even then you have make the time to follow that structure. I wouldn't recommend a full time schedule to students who need to work full-time even through online classes.

I will have the classes and my thoughts listed below:

CIS 105 (Computer Information Systems): I had to drop this class and take it next semester in person, as my laptop was not strong enough to run the programs needed to complete class work.

ENG 101 (English) : A fairly normal online class. If you need to slim your time on campus for any reason I would take this online. My class was fairly structured; you would complete a module per week. With one exception of the last module as it took two week to complete.

FYE 103(First Year Experience): So far this is the only class I would recommend every student take online if they can. This is the easiest class I have taken so far, but the class works as an introduction to college and what is expected to you. Pay attention to what you learn in this class.

MAT 151 (College Algebra): To put my experience in this class frank; this class was hell. I would regularly be up until 1-2am finishing homework for this class. This topic covered in this class is so integral to college that they have to REALLY drill it in but it leaves a rough experience for students. I have actually talked to other cc students from other schools and we all agree you should take this one in person.

Spring 2025:

I took all my classes in person this semester. the classes in community college are small. I don't believe I've had classes under 20 people since kindergarten. Gave me a lot of time to meet and speak to everyone in my classes though. I really enjoy my campus as well, it has multiple nice areas to hang out in out of class.

ACC 111 (Accounting) : My professor for this class was a kind of an odd guy. But the class wasn't to difficult and the topic was well explained. There was quite a bot of homework but nothing that I couldn't handle.

ECN 111 (Economics) : I had a great professor for this class so my experience will probably be biased. I loved this class; the topic was interesting, the work wasn't necessary hard, and I liked how the lectures were structured.

MAT 187 (Pre-Calculous) : This class was originally held in a longer period than it is held now. I don't know how any community colleges have handled their courses, but the one I attend never changed their course schedules back from covid. This was so fast paced I never felt like I could actually focus on anything longer enough to really understand what was happening.

CIS 105 (Computer-Information Systems): I took this class after having to drop it last semester. This class was simple but fast paced. There was only homework if you didn't complete your work in class.

ENG 102 (English): This half of my introductory English credit was focused mostly on proper research for college level work. This class was structured around analyzing novels and their film adaptation. Your experience will depend heavily on your professor.

[cleverhottubmiracle]

Well, I blinked, and it’s time for another What I Wore Lately! This one’s a little more spread out than usual—some of these outfits are from right before our Florida trip, so you’ll see everything from cozy layers to lighter spring looks. But first, a quick note about my email newsletter… 📬 Having trouble getting my emails? I sent an email to everyone subscribed to my daily updates last Sunday, announcing that my emails would start coming via Substack instead of Flodesk. I said that you wouldn’t need to do anything and would continue getting my emails as usual—but it seems like a lot of people are now having trouble receiving them. If you were receiving my emails before but stopped seeing them after the switch to Substack on Sunday, here’s what to do: Add [email protected] to your contacts. This tells your email provider I’m legit. You can even send a quick email to that address—it helps confirm your interest, and I’ll reply so you know I got it. Check your Trash, Spam, or Promotions folders. If you find my emails there, move them to your inbox and mark them as “Not Spam.” Didn’t find them? This Substack help page has more advice and will allow you to send a Test Email to make sure you’re signed up. (This is the URL to test email delivery: Note: If you don’t have a Substack account, it will prompt you to enter your email. Use the one you originally subscribed with, and it will send you a login code. Or you can click “Create Account” to set up a password instead. Once you’re logged in, you should be able to send the Test Email. Thanks for your patience—there’s always a bit of a bumpy transition when moving email providers, but this setup will be so much better once it’s all sorted out. Feel free to reach out if you have questions! P.S. If you weren’t subscribed before but want to start getting my emails, you can sign up here: And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming… here’s what I’ve been wearing lately! Two Weeks of Everyday Outfits Plus Some Pre-Trip Looks It was still pretty chilly here at home before we left for Florida, but the weather has finally started to warm up—yay! As always, I’m sharing what I actually wore, along with notes on sizing, comfort, and how I styled each look. Hopefully it gives you a little inspiration to shop your closet and put together some fresh spring outfits of your own. SIZING NOTES: I’m 5’5″ and I usually wear a small or medium in tops and dresses, a 29 or 30 in jeans and pants, and a size 8 shoe. Gifted items are indicated by c/o; everything else I purchased myself. This outfit’s been sitting in my camera roll so long, I forget where I wore it! But this stripe top with the grommet detail is one of those easy pieces that goes with just about everything. I threw it on with light wash flares and white leather sneakers for a laid-back look. Bailey Stripe Grommet Sweatshirt (M) // MOTHER Weekender Flare (29) // Paul Green Hadley (8) The next day was quite chilly, as I recall. I had just gotten this splurge-worthy sweater in the mail, so I wanted to squeeze in a couple of wears before true spring weather arrived. I’m planning to bring it to England with me—the light neutrals make it perfect for this time of year. I paired it with light wash straight ankle jeans and finished the look with an old pair of P448 sneakers I just can’t quit. White & Warren sweater (M) // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // P448 John (39) // Jenny Bird earrings // similar tote Keeping it comfy and casual in a few of my favorite cozies… Once again, the light colors keep it from feeling so heavy for spring. old graphic tee // Gap Factory hoodie (S) // Aritzia Homestretch Pant (M) // On Cloud sneakers (9) I ran to the mall for a few last-minute things the day before our Florida trip. I think I was just really anxious to start wearing my spring clothes, because even though it was still chilly, I threw on a white tee with this cute linen bomber jacket (currently on sale!) Since I grabbed a black bag, I added a black belt and wore my VEJA sneakers with the black accents to pull it all together. Sanctuary linen bomber (S) // FRAME t-shirt (XS) // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // VEJA Esplar (39) // similar bag // similar belt Then that night, we went to a friend’s house for dinner. I recall being too cold in the tee and linen jacket, so I swapped them out for this navy and white stripe hoodie instead. It’s one of my favorite transition pieces—it looks fresh and springy but has enough weight to keep me warm. Sadly, it has sold out. I changed my sneakers, too, because a plain pair felt like a better match with the sweater. Isabel hoodie (M) // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // P448 John (39) // similar necklace After we got back from Florida, I hit the Pilates studio right away—I was definitely missing it! This is one of my typical outfits for class. I usually ditch the jacket about halfway through, once I start to warm up. Vuori jacket (M) // Athleta tank (M) // Vuori leggings (M) // ON Cloud sneakers (9) That whole week was rainy and chilly, and I had a few lazy days where I stayed in workout clothes and didn’t do much with my hair or makeup. But by Friday, I was ready to pull myself together and feel a little more human for my standing nail appointment. The sun was finally shining, it had warmed up, and I felt like I had a whole new lease on life! I wore this cheery red muscle tee with my new MOTHER Insiders. red muscle tee (S) // MOTHER Insider (29) // Beek flip flops (8) // NAGHEDI tote That night, we went out for my mother-in-law’s birthday dinner, and I tried on four different dresses before settling on one. This black knit sheath was a strong contender, but it felt a little dressier than I needed to be for the occasion. I’m also not sure about that chain detail—it kind of confuses me. The more I look at it, the more I wonder what it’s even doing there. Ming Wang dress (S) // Sam Edelman Cressa sandals (8) // similar clutch // similar silver hoops // silver bangle This striped dress is from last year, and it’s my go-to when I need something comfortable and elevated—but not too dressy. It also packs really well. I think it’s the most flattering of the three I tried on, but I was kind of in the mood to wear something new. AG stripe dress (S) // similar slides (39) // similar bag // similar silver hoops // silver bangle This navy Frank & Eileen muscle tee maxi dress was another great option—it’s one of those pieces that easily dresses up or down. I paired it with these woven kitten-heel sandals to elevate the look a little, but it still felt a bit plain, and it’s very long. I actually ended up returning it and ordering the shorter version to try instead. Frank & Eileen Cory Vintage Muscle Tee Maxi Dress (M) // Schutz Taliah Woven Sandals (8) // FREJA NEW YORK Caroline Bag // similar silver hoops // silver bangle In the end, I went with the ivory KUT from the Kloth sleeveless denim dress. It felt a little more fun and relaxed than the other three, and I just feel good in it. It’s structured enough to hold its shape but not tight or clingy, which means I can sit, eat, and not think about it. I threw on cognac flats to keep it comfy (plus, the dress is on the shorter side and heels felt a bit much) and added a woven tote to finish the look. KUT denim dress (M) // similar slides (8) // Dragon Diffusion tote // similar hoops // similar link necklace // bracelet pack That brings us to Easter Sunday! Two dresses in two days… I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’d been planning to wear this dress on Easter ever since I got it—the bright calypso blue is so pretty and seasonal, and the 3/4-length sleeves are perfect for a crisp spring day (which is exactly what we had). I paired it with slingback kitten heel pumps in a beige textured leather that mimics rattan for a springy vibe, and I broke out one of my white shoulder bags to finish the look. Even though it was sunny and mild, the wind added a bit of a chill—so I threw on a classic single-breasted trench to finish it off. old LOFT trench (S) // Ming Wang Contrast Panel Sheath Dress (S) // Sam Edelman Bianka Slingback Pump (8.5) // similar silver hoops I spent most of the next day working from home as well. I threw on this easy outfit to run out and pick up a few things at the grocery store. I love this washed black top—it’s one of those pieces that works with just about any jeans or pants. The length is perfect for wearing untucked, it has just enough structure that it doesn’t cling, but it’s still soft and comfortable. The V-neck is flattering, and I like the subtle seaming details. It also comes in a really pretty rose color. EVEREVE Teddy Washed V Neck Tee (S) // MOTHER Weekender Flare (29) // Birks (39) Last Thursday, I took the day off and met a friend at the mall for lunch and a little shopping. I ended up keeping my outfit super casual with a graphic tee and sneakers—mostly because I just couldn’t seem to pull together a look with any of my more elevated tops. That’s when I realized I could really use a pair of casual sandals with a bit of a heel to wear with my longer jeans this spring and summer. Spoiler alert: I found the perfect pair at the mall that day! They’re a little splurgey—but I tried on quite a few options, and this was the pair that checked all the boxes. The heel isn’t too high, the footbed is really comfortable, and the leather straps are soft and don’t rub at all. I especially love how they intertwine over the vamp—such a pretty detail. I wasn’t planning to get a brown pair, but I actually think they’re going to be surprisingly versatile. Clare V Ciao tee (L) // MOTHER Weekender Flare (29) // adidas Handball Spezial in Cream White/Coral/ Coral (8) // similar earrings // Jenny Bird Ola Bangle I played around with wearing that Splendid fleece peacoat draped over my shoulders—just in case it got chilly—but it felt bulky, so I ended up leaving it in the car. I didn’t go anywhere besides Pilates last Friday, so I skipped makeup—but I still got dressed in a cute outfit, just because. I’m really trying to make a habit of getting dressed every day. It just helps me feel so much more productive. Aiden Crop Shirting (S) // MOTHER Insider (29) // Gola Viper (7.5) // similar earrings I wanted to test out these new Maeve Colette linen pants from Anthropologie, so I wore them around the house on Monday with a striped tank and flip flops. They’re very comfortable—lightweight, breathable, and they didn’t really bag out throughout the day. That said, they’re cut really long through the rise, so unless I keep them pulled up high on my waist, they feel a little saggy. I’m still a bit undecided on these. Z Supply Elin Stripe Tank (M) // Maeve Colette (29) // Beek flip flops (8) And that brings us to yesterday! I had a photo shoot in the morning, and then I wore this familiar outfit for the rest of the day. These jeans are the perfect pull-on-and-go cropped pair for summer, and the bright tee just makes me happy. I’m also really enjoying these beige sneakers—they’re a softer alternative to stark white, go with everything, and they’re very comfortable. Just a heads-up: they run big, so definitely size down if you’re ordering! Clare V tee (L) // MOTHER Insider (29) // Gola Viper (7.5) // Jenny Bird Ola Bangle // Anna Beck necklace // similar earrings Stay In Touch If you liked this post, be sure you’re signed up for my email newsletter. 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[norajworld]

Well, I blinked, and it’s time for another What I Wore Lately! This one’s a little more spread out than usual—some of these outfits are from right before our Florida trip, so you’ll see everything from cozy layers to lighter spring looks. But first, a quick note about my email newsletter… 📬 Having trouble getting my emails? I sent an email to everyone subscribed to my daily updates last Sunday, announcing that my emails would start coming via Substack instead of Flodesk. I said that you wouldn’t need to do anything and would continue getting my emails as usual—but it seems like a lot of people are now having trouble receiving them. If you were receiving my emails before but stopped seeing them after the switch to Substack on Sunday, here’s what to do: Add [email protected] to your contacts. This tells your email provider I’m legit. You can even send a quick email to that address—it helps confirm your interest, and I’ll reply so you know I got it. 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Two Weeks of Everyday Outfits Plus Some Pre-Trip Looks It was still pretty chilly here at home before we left for Florida, but the weather has finally started to warm up—yay! As always, I’m sharing what I actually wore, along with notes on sizing, comfort, and how I styled each look. Hopefully it gives you a little inspiration to shop your closet and put together some fresh spring outfits of your own. SIZING NOTES: I’m 5’5″ and I usually wear a small or medium in tops and dresses, a 29 or 30 in jeans and pants, and a size 8 shoe. Gifted items are indicated by c/o; everything else I purchased myself. This outfit’s been sitting in my camera roll so long, I forget where I wore it! But this stripe top with the grommet detail is one of those easy pieces that goes with just about everything. I threw it on with light wash flares and white leather sneakers for a laid-back look. Bailey Stripe Grommet Sweatshirt (M) // MOTHER Weekender Flare (29) // Paul Green Hadley (8) The next day was quite chilly, as I recall. I had just gotten this splurge-worthy sweater in the mail, so I wanted to squeeze in a couple of wears before true spring weather arrived. I’m planning to bring it to England with me—the light neutrals make it perfect for this time of year. I paired it with light wash straight ankle jeans and finished the look with an old pair of P448 sneakers I just can’t quit. White & Warren sweater (M) // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // P448 John (39) // Jenny Bird earrings // similar tote Keeping it comfy and casual in a few of my favorite cozies… Once again, the light colors keep it from feeling so heavy for spring. old graphic tee // Gap Factory hoodie (S) // Aritzia Homestretch Pant (M) // On Cloud sneakers (9) I ran to the mall for a few last-minute things the day before our Florida trip. I think I was just really anxious to start wearing my spring clothes, because even though it was still chilly, I threw on a white tee with this cute linen bomber jacket (currently on sale!) Since I grabbed a black bag, I added a black belt and wore my VEJA sneakers with the black accents to pull it all together. Sanctuary linen bomber (S) // FRAME t-shirt (XS) // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // VEJA Esplar (39) // similar bag // similar belt Then that night, we went to a friend’s house for dinner. I recall being too cold in the tee and linen jacket, so I swapped them out for this navy and white stripe hoodie instead. It’s one of my favorite transition pieces—it looks fresh and springy but has enough weight to keep me warm. Sadly, it has sold out. I changed my sneakers, too, because a plain pair felt like a better match with the sweater. Isabel hoodie (M) // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // P448 John (39) // similar necklace After we got back from Florida, I hit the Pilates studio right away—I was definitely missing it! This is one of my typical outfits for class. I usually ditch the jacket about halfway through, once I start to warm up. Vuori jacket (M) // Athleta tank (M) // Vuori leggings (M) // ON Cloud sneakers (9) That whole week was rainy and chilly, and I had a few lazy days where I stayed in workout clothes and didn’t do much with my hair or makeup. But by Friday, I was ready to pull myself together and feel a little more human for my standing nail appointment. The sun was finally shining, it had warmed up, and I felt like I had a whole new lease on life! I wore this cheery red muscle tee with my new MOTHER Insiders. red muscle tee (S) // MOTHER Insider (29) // Beek flip flops (8) // NAGHEDI tote That night, we went out for my mother-in-law’s birthday dinner, and I tried on four different dresses before settling on one. This black knit sheath was a strong contender, but it felt a little dressier than I needed to be for the occasion. I’m also not sure about that chain detail—it kind of confuses me. The more I look at it, the more I wonder what it’s even doing there. Ming Wang dress (S) // Sam Edelman Cressa sandals (8) // similar clutch // similar silver hoops // silver bangle This striped dress is from last year, and it’s my go-to when I need something comfortable and elevated—but not too dressy. It also packs really well. I think it’s the most flattering of the three I tried on, but I was kind of in the mood to wear something new. AG stripe dress (S) // similar slides (39) // similar bag // similar silver hoops // silver bangle This navy Frank & Eileen muscle tee maxi dress was another great option—it’s one of those pieces that easily dresses up or down. I paired it with these woven kitten-heel sandals to elevate the look a little, but it still felt a bit plain, and it’s very long. I actually ended up returning it and ordering the shorter version to try instead. Frank & Eileen Cory Vintage Muscle Tee Maxi Dress (M) // Schutz Taliah Woven Sandals (8) // FREJA NEW YORK Caroline Bag // similar silver hoops // silver bangle In the end, I went with the ivory KUT from the Kloth sleeveless denim dress. It felt a little more fun and relaxed than the other three, and I just feel good in it. It’s structured enough to hold its shape but not tight or clingy, which means I can sit, eat, and not think about it. I threw on cognac flats to keep it comfy (plus, the dress is on the shorter side and heels felt a bit much) and added a woven tote to finish the look. KUT denim dress (M) // similar slides (8) // Dragon Diffusion tote // similar hoops // similar link necklace // bracelet pack That brings us to Easter Sunday! Two dresses in two days… I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’d been planning to wear this dress on Easter ever since I got it—the bright calypso blue is so pretty and seasonal, and the 3/4-length sleeves are perfect for a crisp spring day (which is exactly what we had). I paired it with slingback kitten heel pumps in a beige textured leather that mimics rattan for a springy vibe, and I broke out one of my white shoulder bags to finish the look. Even though it was sunny and mild, the wind added a bit of a chill—so I threw on a classic single-breasted trench to finish it off. old LOFT trench (S) // Ming Wang Contrast Panel Sheath Dress (S) // Sam Edelman Bianka Slingback Pump (8.5) // similar silver hoops I spent most of the next day working from home as well. I threw on this easy outfit to run out and pick up a few things at the grocery store. I love this washed black top—it’s one of those pieces that works with just about any jeans or pants. The length is perfect for wearing untucked, it has just enough structure that it doesn’t cling, but it’s still soft and comfortable. The V-neck is flattering, and I like the subtle seaming details. It also comes in a really pretty rose color. EVEREVE Teddy Washed V Neck Tee (S) // MOTHER Weekender Flare (29) // Birks (39) Last Thursday, I took the day off and met a friend at the mall for lunch and a little shopping. I ended up keeping my outfit super casual with a graphic tee and sneakers—mostly because I just couldn’t seem to pull together a look with any of my more elevated tops. That’s when I realized I could really use a pair of casual sandals with a bit of a heel to wear with my longer jeans this spring and summer. Spoiler alert: I found the perfect pair at the mall that day! They’re a little splurgey—but I tried on quite a few options, and this was the pair that checked all the boxes. The heel isn’t too high, the footbed is really comfortable, and the leather straps are soft and don’t rub at all. I especially love how they intertwine over the vamp—such a pretty detail. I wasn’t planning to get a brown pair, but I actually think they’re going to be surprisingly versatile. Clare V Ciao tee (L) // MOTHER Weekender Flare (29) // adidas Handball Spezial in Cream White/Coral/ Coral (8) // similar earrings // Jenny Bird Ola Bangle I played around with wearing that Splendid fleece peacoat draped over my shoulders—just in case it got chilly—but it felt bulky, so I ended up leaving it in the car. I didn’t go anywhere besides Pilates last Friday, so I skipped makeup—but I still got dressed in a cute outfit, just because. I’m really trying to make a habit of getting dressed every day. It just helps me feel so much more productive. Aiden Crop Shirting (S) // MOTHER Insider (29) // Gola Viper (7.5) // similar earrings I wanted to test out these new Maeve Colette linen pants from Anthropologie, so I wore them around the house on Monday with a striped tank and flip flops. They’re very comfortable—lightweight, breathable, and they didn’t really bag out throughout the day. That said, they’re cut really long through the rise, so unless I keep them pulled up high on my waist, they feel a little saggy. I’m still a bit undecided on these. Z Supply Elin Stripe Tank (M) // Maeve Colette (29) // Beek flip flops (8) And that brings us to yesterday! I had a photo shoot in the morning, and then I wore this familiar outfit for the rest of the day. These jeans are the perfect pull-on-and-go cropped pair for summer, and the bright tee just makes me happy. I’m also really enjoying these beige sneakers—they’re a softer alternative to stark white, go with everything, and they’re very comfortable. Just a heads-up: they run big, so definitely size down if you’re ordering! Clare V tee (L) // MOTHER Insider (29) // Gola Viper (7.5) // Jenny Bird Ola Bangle // Anna Beck necklace // similar earrings Stay In Touch If you liked this post, be sure you’re signed up for my email newsletter. 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[khadrimxart]

No new art this week!

I'm out of town so I haven't had time to set all that up. We will be back next week with your regularly scheduled programming.

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Interrupting your regularly scheduled program with a personal post, which we know I don't do very often.

I had the potential for so many new, positive changes in my life in November. I put in an offer on a great condo and interviewed for a new job. There were so many signs for both of these that just felt right and like they were going to go my way...

Just to get sniped at the last minute with someone coming in and making a second offer on the condo (after there had been no offers for 50+ days) and the sellers went with them. And waiting three weeks after the interview to find out they shifted the job description and went with someone else for the position.

I have the cushion of my apartment lease going through next September and having my current job until March 31 (when they lay the rest of us off), but all this rejection at once just really sucks and is very discouraging.

So now I'm 0 for 2 and starting back at square one on the condo and job fronts. Looks like on my upcoming birthday I'll get to be thirty minus the flirty and thriving.