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stylescine · 10 months

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Weeks apart

Summary: Husband Harry returns from tour. Him and Y/N are eager to catch up on what they’ve missed.

Pairing: Husband!Harry x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, unprotected sex (p in v), doggy, harry is a huge tease, edging, dirty talk, praise, tiny bits of spanking, fingering, masturbation , harry giving reader instructions, mentions of alcohol, talk of nude pictures, creampie (wrap it before you tap it kids), fluff (aftercare), NOT PROOFREAD

Words: 4.8k

A/N: I'm back!! and hopefully I'll become more active now. But now, enjoy this smutty husband Harry one shot because I definitely enjoyed writing it ;)

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There was nothing more boring than being without Harry for weeks. FaceTime calls and hour-long calls couldn’t make up for all the time apart.

It was especially haunting her when she was in bed, alone, the other side of the bed eerily empty and waiting for his return. There was no one to hug her in the morning, to wake her up with forehead kisses or watch TV with her in the evening.

They tried to keep in touch as much as possible. It wasn’t a rarity that Harry sent her lots of pictures from wherever he was in the world at the moment. She could fill an entire folder with them. When he was waiting for a flight or bored in his hotel room, he messaged her whatever came into his head and she loved to chat with him throughout the day.

But it just didn’t compare to the feeling of living with him. To have him around her, with his beautiful laugh and his arms around her whenever he could.

She missed him at dinner when he wasn’t there to pull the chair back for her or smile at her from across the table. He didn’t drink his tea with her in the morning and only updated her on his breakfast through messages.

She also missed him when she was in their bed, alone, thinking about him. Her own hands couldn’t replace his. They couldn’t replace the feeling of Harry pushing her legs apart, tongue sliding through her folds and his hands gripping her thighs. No toy could compare to the feeling of having him inside her. Nothing could ever make her come like Harry did.

When she was in the shower, she tried to imagine his naked body pressed against hers. To have her breasts pressed against the cold wall as he was thrusting inside her from behind.

But he wasn’t there and she would have to wait.

The day finally came.

She had counted the minutes until his plane would land and she would take him home with her. Leaning against her car, she couldn’t wait for Harry to come out of the airport and finally be in her arms again. It had been too long. Her body practically ached for him. For a hug, for a kiss… she just wanted to have him close again.

Then the double doors finally slid open and out came her husband. Harry was carrying his bag and his suitcase as he was heading towards her. A large smile spread over his face, the excitement in his face undeniable.

Looking at him, having him in front of her again, was enough to make her crave him even more. The sunglasses complimented his face, his hair as perfect as always and she couldn’t deny the urge to run her hands through it again. Messing up his hair was a habit of hers, but she knew that her husband adored it anyways.

How could he always look so good? If she didn’t know him, she wouldn’t have been able to tell that he just had a long plane journey behind him.

She made a few more steps towards him as Harry placed down his suitcase on the ground, opening his arms for her. Y/N was giddy with excitement, her steps speeding up until she could finally wrap her arms around him, hugging him as tightly as she could. His hands moved to her back, holding her close. The smell of his perfume filled her nose in an instant, her body relaxing as she could hear his heartbeat against her ear.

“I missed you.” His voice was a whisper into her hair. His hands moved up and down on her back slowly, taking her in as much as he could. “I missed you too,” she replied with a smile before tilting her head up to look at him.

Harry was smiling at her, tears glistening in his eyes. His hands moved to her cheeks instead, soft thumbs slowly moving over her skin. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his own and it still felt as good as the first time they had kissed. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, telling him not to let go anytime soon. She had missed kissing him. The wonderful pressure of his lips against her own, the taste of his lips on her tongue and the thrill it sent through her body every time. Kissing Harry felt like a drug. It was undeniably addictive.

His hands slid down her body again, resting on her waist as he pulled her closer. “Missed your body so much,” he whispered against her lips and it was enough to make a shiver run through her body.

Her body had missed him just as much and they had a lot to catch up on.

The door fell closed behind them in an instant. Harry gave her a knowing grin.

They had both wanted this for so long. All the endless messages of how their body was craving the other. All the pictures sent back and forth, in an attempt to achieve the same pleasure as they would in person. But nothing would ever match the real thing. The heat that was building between them now.

“Let’s take you to bed, darling.”

Harry’s arm wrapped around the back of her legs, swiftly picking her up in his arms.

As he carried her up the stairs, she was inevitably reminded of their wedding night. Harry had carried her up the stairs the exact same way, as traditional as ever in a wedding night, having her kissed over and over until they had finally reached the bedroom.

It was the same now and her excitement was just as big.

“Just like our wedding night.”

Harry gave her a grin in return. “Of course. You deserve that treatment all year long. Not just at our wedding.” He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, reassuring her that he would always show her the love she deserved. Harry would always care for her and love her the way she should be loved.

Unconditionally.

When they finally reached the bedroom, he gently placed her down on their bed.

That’s where the tone very much shifted.

They had talked about Harry being the more dominant part during sex before. They had enjoyed the slight play of power, the new opportunities that opened up with it. And she had been eager to continue where they had left off before he had gone on tour.

Harry’s eyes darkened with lust as he stepped closer to the edge of the bed. His fingers found her chin, gently tilting her head up to make her look at him.

“I hope you were a good girl while I was away.” His voice had lowered. He leaned forward slowly, his lips grazing her nose and then her mouth for a second. “I was thinking about you every night. I was thinking about how pretty you look when you suck me off. Or how well you bounce on my cock, sweetheart.” His voice was merely a whisper.

She pressed her legs together in excitement, feeling the tension and want growing in her belly. Her hand moved over the man’s legs in front of her, wandering over the soft fabric of his pants before his bigger hand came to stop her. Their fingers intertwined for just a moment before he let go of her again.

She dropped her hand to rest on her knees, waiting for him to make the next move. She looked as eager as she felt, eyes wide open and cheeks red from anticipation.

“Undress,” he instructed, walking over to the armchair at the other end of the room. Harry grabbed a glass from the small table in front of it, pouring himself a drink before he sat down, watching his wife intently. He couldn’t wait to see her naked, to wrap his lips around her nipples again and make her scream and squirm underneath him. There was only so much his hand could do and nothing compared to the feeling of being inside her.

Y/N was quick to follow his words and pull her shirt over her head. She got back up from the bed to open her pants and slide them down her thighs, feeling Harry’s eyes on her constantly. The hunger in them was undeniable. He took a sip of his drink, crossing his legs as he sat in the armchair to enjoy the show.

She unclasped her bra with ease, letting it fall to the ground. Harry let his eyes wander over her perfect breasts, his tongue craving to flick against her nipples. He could feel the boner in his pants, straining against the fabric, but he would have to leave it like this for a little bit longer.

Her fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and she stepped out of them when they fell to the ground. She didn’t feel any kind of shame to stand like this in front of Harry. His gaze alone was enough to show her how much he was enjoying the view.

His tongue moved over his lips for a brief moment before he started speaking again. “Lay down on the bed for me and get yourself ready. I want to see you play with that perfect pussy of yours.” The excitement even translated into his voice. Another sip from his glass before he got back up and out of the chair. He bent down to open his shoes quickly and take them off.

She laid down in the middle of the bed in that time, spreading her legs for him. She wanted to assure he would have a good view of what would be happening. The thought of Harry watching her, being there to see her touch herself, was enticing enough and made her legs shiver with want. Her hand travelled over her own stomach, finding that warm spot between her legs. Two fingers started to rest on her clit while Harry’s eyes followed her hand closely. He didn’t even dare to take off his shirt, fearing that he would even miss a second of the show unfolding before him.

Y/N started to move her fingers in slow, circular motions and leant her head back onto the mattress, looking up at the ceiling as she was touching herself. Her pleasure was slowly increasing, but she was taking it slow because she knew more would await her as soon as Harry would come over and start touching her.

The sight in front of him reminded Harry of the videos she had sent him. The videos he had so often watched while he was on his own, in some hotel room, moving his hand up and down on his shaft as he imagined being inside of his beautiful wife instead. Watching her in real time in front of him now was even better, but his fingertips were already aching to touch her properly. To not stand away in a safe distance and only be able to watch.

When she took a moment to readjust her hand to start with faster motions, Harry took the chance to take off his shirt and open his pants. He slid them down his legs quickly, both the pants and shirt quickly being forgotten on the ground. Just in his boxers, she took a moment to look at him and admire the growing arousal that was hard to ignore. Her hand was craving to get a hold on it.

“Keep going,” he instructed her, voice growing deeper as he made a few steps closer to her. The feeling of being watched by him was turning her on even more as she started to move her hand a lot faster and her legs started to shiver with arousal. She could feel the insides of her thighs growing more wet and the tension in her belly heighten.

Her movements grew more frantic as she was trying to chase after her own climax. Moans slipped past her lips as she continued to move towards that sweet release. Her legs started to move together a bit again, but she kept flicking over her clit, then moving her fingers in circles once more. Her cheeks grew red as she was so close to her orgasm, but-

Harry’s fingers wrapped around her wrist and stopped her hand from moving. “That’s enough for now.”

The edging left her breathless and looking up at her husband with wide eyes. She wanted that release, but she knew this was a part of their game. Harry would give her what she wanted when the time was right. And there was no better feeling than coming with him inside her anyways.

Taking a deep breath, she sat up on the bed again, tilting her head back to look up at Harry standing in front of her. He took a step forward to stand between her legs, his eyes wandering over her naked body and she could read the desire off his face. His pupils were wide and his hands were quick to move over her shoulders, up over her neck until he was cupping her face with his hands.

His thumb moved over her lips, tracing their shape, before he pushed them apart to let her take his thumb into her mouth. She sucked on it ever so slightly, not breaking eye contact with the man in front of her.

When he pulled his hand away from her again, there was a smirk on his lips. His other hand moved back over her neck, feeling the soft skin of her collarbones, until he reached her left breast. His thumb flicked over her nipple now, his other hand soon joining on her right boob. A long sigh left her as he continued to flick her nipples with his thumbs. He did so with a precision that left her breathing heavily, chest pushing up into his touch.

“Harry.”

His name sounded like music from her lips. It made him smirk even more, his eyes searching for hers again. She had her eyes half closed, enjoying the bliss his fingers was giving her on her breasts.

Then he stopped with the movements, thumbs hovering over her erect nipples.

“Lay back down,” he whispered and watched her fall back onto the bed. The sight was heavenly. He would take a thousand pictures of her if he could. Maybe he would one day. Have her pose for him in nice underwear and keep those pictures in his phone for when he was away.

Harry palmed himself through his boxers for a moment. He needed to feel her tight cunt around him soon or it would drive him absolutely crazy.

“Spread your legs for me, darling,” he instructed, watching her open her legs.

He could watch her for hours. The pink of her pussy spread out before him, wetness coating her legs already. Harry moved his hands over her skin. His calloused fingers were enough to send shivers down her spine and make her legs tremble. She wanted him so bad and it was driving her crazy that he wasn’t inside of her yet. Her walls were clenching around nothing, wanting that release so badly.

Her husband looked so good in the dim light of the bedroom. His eyes were darkened with lust, pupils wide as he kneeled between her legs and kissed from her ankles up to her knees and then eventually over the insides of her thighs. Harry’s light stubble rubbed against her skin and left her shivering in its wake. She pushed her hips up, desperate for more, desperate to feel him where she wanted it the most.

“Harry, please,” she whimpered, spreading her legs apart even more.

“You need me so bad, love, don’t you?” His teasing was driving her crazy, but it was sexy at the same time. Harry’s mouth came closer to her ear, teeth brushing over her earlobe, before he continued to whisper to her.

“Been thinking about your wet pussy all the time. How much it needs me.” She could feel his hand slide up her thigh, nearing her sensitive core until he slipped one finger inside with ease. It was barely a stretch, but even the slightest friction felt good enough to let a moan escape her. His finger curled ever so slightly, pushing again that sweet spot inside of her. It made her whimper, her hands searching for support by holding onto her husband’s shoulders.

She could smell his cologne and admire his tattoos as he was hovering over her. There was a bit of sweat on his chest, his cross necklace hanging loose in front of it. There was no better sight in the world and she pushed her hips up to demand more.

“I need you so bad,” she whispered, her voice breaking. How much more would she have to beg to finally feel Harry fill her out again?

He took his hand away from her, leaving her pussy clenching around nothing again.

His hands moved to her hips instead, looking down at her. There was a mischievous smirk on his face, already telling her that it would still be a while until she could feel the sweet release of her orgasm. “We’re going to take our time, sweetheart.”

She let out another whimper, a sign that she was craving anything he was willing to give her right now. Her eyes searched Harry’s, but before she could really read his expression, he flipped her onto her stomach with ease. A surprised gasp escaped her, but her excitement quickly rose. Having Harry fuck her from behind was one of her favourite positions. She could always feel him a lot deeper that way and his cock already wasn’t small.

Wiggling her butt a little, she was hoping to gain a bit more attention from Harry. Her husband was mentally focused on her, but she needed to feel his large hands cup her ass or feel his stubble rub against her sensitive skin. He had left her ass cheeks covered with love bites often enough, the sight alone being enough to remind her of previous nights whenever she walked past a mirror in the morning.

“So eager for me,” Harry groaned, hand moving over her lower back, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His rings were cold against her skin as he started to squeeze her left cheek.

She bit down on her bottom lip as she pushed her butt up to meet him. She wanted more of his touches. Needed him to touch her everywhere. To pull her legs apart and lick through her folds. Her pussy was craving his body and she didn’t know how much more patience she had.

Yet it didn’t change the fact that all of it was heightening her excitement. Her tummy was full with that familiar tension, the same desire she always felt. The one that hadn’t been satisfied for so long as Harry was touring around the world.

She could feel Harry remove his hand from her butt slowly.

“How I missed your body.”

His hand came down onto her skin again in an instant. It left behind a sting that made her moan and writhe underneath his touch. She could especially feel where his rings had met with her sensitive skin and she was craving more.

Hearing Harry talk about how much he had missed her, how much he had been craving her body just as she had been craving his, was boosting her confidence quite easily. Their relationship had always been built on trust and comfort, but she still loved to receive praise or kind words from him. Especially when they had been apart for so long and it was finally time to catch up with all they had missed out on.

“You better send me more pictures of that ass next time,” Harry mumbled into her ear. She could now feel his weight on top of her back, feel the fabric of his boxers pressed against her ass. His hard dick was pressed between her butt cheeks, his hips moving slowly as he was grinding against her. Low moans escaped Harry’s throat. She pushed her hips up once more, desperate for even a little bit more of the friction.

It became harder for Harry to hold himself back as well, so he figured it would now be the time to finally feel her again. He pushed his boxers down and discarded them somewhere in the room, lying down between her legs again. His chest was pressed against her back, his weight on top of her a welcomed sensation, as his lips moved over her shoulder blades and one of his hands brushed down over her waist.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, lips attaching to the back of her neck. He started to suck on the soft skin, moans leaving her mouth in response. His tongue soon flicked over the sensitive spot, his teeth nibbling on the red bruise for a second before he moved further down. Kisses were planted on her spine until Harry reached her lower back and eventually her ass.

His teeth sunk softly into her cheeks. She let out a gasp, wiggling against the mattress. She needed more. It was starting to get more and more unbearable.

“Do you want me to fuck you, darling? Tell me how much you want it.” Harry enjoyed asking her about it explicitly. It didn’t matter how much her body was already showing him that she was in need of his touch, he wanted to hear it come from her lips.

“Yes. I need you so bad, Harry. I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” Her voice was shaking, tinged with desire and continuous want.

“Then I don’t want to keep you waiting for longer.”

The sentence alone was relieving her and urging her on at the same time. She would finally get what she had been fantasising about all this time. His hands had wandered her body in her dreams, she had used toys to try and replicate the feeling of Harry inside her, but it would never feel like the real experience. She needed it. It was almost like she had been starving and Harry was finally giving her body what it needed.

Harry pulled her up onto her knees by her hips. “Keep your ass in the air for me, pretty girl,” he whispered, just loud enough for her to still hear it.

His cock pressed against her ass as he was grinding against it. Slow at first, then with a bit more pressure. His hands continued their path over the curve of her bum, kneading its cheeks for a moment as he watched her squirm on the bed. His right hand moved lower, brushing over the inside of her thigh until he found her wetness once more.

“Someone is so excited for my cock.” Harry’s voice was low, but he didn’t conceal the chuckle that left after his words.

He pushed her legs apart a bit more to gain more space for himself.

She buried her face in the comfortable pillows on the end of the bed, biting her lip as she waited patiently for Harry to enter her. To fill her to the brim and make her legs shake.

She could slowly feel him ease inside, a slight sting rushing through her from the first initial pressure, but as soon as he was buried inside her completely, she let out a loud moan. It felt good to have him stretch her out again. His hand moved over the small of her back and up her spine, pushing her further down into the pillows as he slowly started thrusting into her.

Her groans were drowned out by the pillow at first, but when he picked up his pace, loud moans slipped past her lips. His name fell off them as well, filing the room with a low groan from Harry as well.

His fingers dug into her hips as he thrusted harder into her. He leaned forward, getting closer to her ear.

“I want to hear you, Y/N.”

Harry almost pulled out completely of her, just to thrust hard into her again. His hand moved over her back until he took a hold of her hair and pulled on it as he continued to thrust into her.

Her legs were shaking and the tension in her tummy kept building. He was moving just at the right pace, leaving her as a moaning and shaking mess underneath him. The pleasure filled her completely, from head to toe, and her shaking legs were evidence of that. She could feel him bottom out every time he thrusted back into her, her own nails clawing at the pillows.

She planted her hands on the mattress when Harry pulled her back by her hair, letting out a loud whimper in response. His dominant side felt like the icing on the cake as he continued to make her feel so good. His name left her mouth multiple times again and each one of his thrusts brought her closer to the edge.

Her hips moved back against him, desperate to get closer to the edge. Harry tugged on her hair again. The pain coursing through her just urged her on even more.

“Fuck,” she groaned as her legs began to shake. She was balancing on the very edge now, so close to letting herself fall apart. That sweet release was in reach when–

Harry stopped his movements, keeping himself buried deep inside her. His fingers trailed over her back, leaving goosebumps behind and shivers running down her spine. She was breathing heavily as she turned her head to look back at him. There was a mischievous smirk on his face again. It was incredibly hot when he was edging her, when he showed her who was in command, but she was now desperate for her own release, to feel that wave of pleasure finally come over her.

“Harry, please, I need to-”

“What do you need, darling?” He leaned forward, brushing some of her hair away to place a kiss on her shoulder blade. “Tell me.” His voice was raspy and she knew he was holding back his own release. This would be the final time he was dragging it out and it was definitely time for them both to get what they wanted.

“I need to come, Harry. Please.”

He let out a soft moan at her words. Begging for her release was turning her on as well, biting her lip as she started to move her hips back against him in an attempt to get closer to what she wanted.

Harry couldn’t wait any longer either.

“Good girl.”

His left hand went back to her hip as he picked up his pace once more. His thrusts were fast and ruthless, his groans filling the room while the sound of skin slapping together echoed with it. Every time she could feel him deep inside her, it brought her a bit closer to her release.

Harry’s right hand wandered over her thigh to her hip, but then continued on to her stomach, eventually sliding down to find her clit. His fingers started to run over it in circles.

She was a whimpering mess underneath him as all those sensations filled her body. The heat in her body was rising, her knuckles turned white as she held on to the soft fabric of the pillows, the tension in her tummy reaching its high until Harry gave ever one final thrust, fingers flicking over her clit as he finally pushed her over the edge.

Her orgasm came in waves, making her entire body shiver and her pussy clench around his cock. It was enough to throw Harry over the edge as well. He didn’t hide his moans as his dick started to pulse inside her, painting her walls white.

The pleasure was still coursing through her. She dropped face forward into the pillows, letting out a long sigh as she pressed her legs together ever so slowly. Harry pulled out of her, leaving the cum trickling down her legs as she was catching her breath.

A low chuckle sounded behind her before her husband laid down next to her. His fingers brushed through her messed up hair as he admired the red on her cheeks and the dazed look in her eyes.

“Missed me?”

“I think so.”

Harry leaned forward to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. “Maybe I should run you a bath,” he suggested, thumb brushing over her cheek.

“That sounds wonderful,” she replied with a smile.

And as Harry got up from their shared bed, Y/N wished he would never have to leave again.

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xxsabitoxx · 5 months

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Pale Blue [2] No Context Teaser Suguru Edition

A/N: taking a little break from my finals just to share this cause I miss writing Pale Blue and physically cannot wait for this week to be over.

Pairing is Geto Suguru x Pregnant Reader

“She will be the last client for this year, please let any new potential clients know that I will not be able to meet with them until after the new year.”

She nodded quickly before departing, leaving Suguru alone again as he reached for the paperwork he set down. “What a kind heart you have, papa Geto.” Suguru hadn’t even been able to read the next sentence, laughing softly at Mimiko’s comment. The brunette girl was kicking her feet, coloring intently beside her sister on the plush rug Suguru had put in just for them. “It’s important to help people in need, you know. She seemed like she could really use it.” He smiled fondly at the two sisters, listening to Nanako hum softly as she scribbled onto the page.

“I guess you’re right.”

“You guess I’m right?”

Mimiko nodded, stopping her coloring to look up at Suguru behind his desk. “Yeah, I mean you really don’t need to help anyone. But you choose to do so even when you don’t have to. You have a kind heart, papa Geto.” The small girl repeated her initial statement, smiling softly as Suguru’s expression morphed into one of genuine surprise. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, watching her small head turn back to the paper she was drawing on, starting to hum along with the tune Nanako had set. Suguru sat there, wondering how a child could think of such things.

He saw himself as anything but kind-hearted at this point in his life. But still, he didn’t have the heart to say those things, especially not to a six year old. Suguru had barely reached for his paperwork again when your face crossed his mind, making him freeze once more. You had been a constant thought in his mind since the day he left. Not even an hour had gone by where you didn’t consume his thoughts, knocking the air from his lungs and paralyzing him for a moment. He missed you. Fuck he missed you terribly and it was enough to render him utterly immobile at points.

Slowly, he forced air back in his lungs, your smile leaving a permanent mark engraved in his mind. He didn’t regret anything he did up until this point, well maybe except for one particular thing. He didn’t take you with him the day he left. He knew he loved you too much to force you into this kind of life, he needed it to be a choice you made out of your own free will. Something cheesy about loving someone meant setting them free when the time came had crossed his mind when leaving you that letter. Leaving it on the bed he once called his own, so long as you were in it, it was his.

But still, the choice to leave it all up to your own free will did nothing to fill the void beside him each night. How desperately he wished you were laying beside him, curled perfectly into his embrace, face snuggled into the crook of his neck. Your natural musk mixing with your perfume, your hair tickling his hands as he held you tight, your chest rising and falling evenly as you slept. He ached to hold you again, finding it hard to fall asleep each night in your absence. But he had made this choice, he had to own it, even if that meant you weren’t a part of his life right now.

“But he knew, deep down, that it was only temporary; you'd come back to him.”

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rosiesmuts · 1 year

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Not Quite Freest Use

Somi

Words: 3,500

A/N: While I still work on ‘Freest Use,’ these IG pics sent me into overdrive

Life works in mysterious ways. While posing as one of Rosé's employees, your reputation as being a diligent worker spread throughout YG and are considered a valued asset. BLACKPINK is overseas for their world tour, and because of that, the company was short staffed for events. You never had any intent on being an employee of YG, but an all expense paid trip to Japan as well as being rewarded generously was too good to refuse.

Somi was chosen as the host for MAMA in Japan and needed a bilingual bodyguard to help keep her safe. Everything is kept professional, Somi expertly entertaining the crowd, her God given natural charisma made her born to be an idol.

The event is over and despite hosting for three hours, her energy levels are as high as ever. There is an innate charm she holds, being able to make you feel like her lifelong friend despite meeting her yesterday.

One check around her dressing room to ensure there are no hidden cameras or people hiding is all that's left to do before giving her some privacy.

While doing your sweep, all the self control in the world to keep this professional isn't enough to keep your eyes to yourself. The absolute marvel of how the dress hugged every one of her curves is even more tempting up close. Though mostly covered up, her long legs and wide hips could never be hidden. The upper half of her dress is the true highlight; from behind, her sexy back open to the world, and especially from the front, her otherworldly cleavage just a light yank from being set free.

After the room has been cleared, you step toward the door and just as you're about to exit.

"Not so fast." She interrupts you just as you turn the doorknob.

A million thoughts run through your mind, perhaps this would turn out in the same way as it did with BLACKPINK. Her loud laugh breaks the tension, as if she could sense the lewd thoughts going on in your head. Her phone is now in your hand and she is striking poses with the different backgrounds.

“I need to take some SNS before I change.” Your practice in taking photos for Rosé and Jennie pays off, taking snap after snap with each photo ending up better than the last. Those same lewd thoughts re enter your mind when she tells you get a close up shot of her cleavage–your face becomes flushed and light beads of sweat gather around your forehead.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never seen tits before?” Somi laughs while gently caressing your face. “I know you’ve been sneaking glances at me, and don’t think you were hired for this event by mistake. Lisa told me all about you and recommended your…services”

You're pushed down onto the couch and Somi is standing over you, all the power is now in her hands. A simple zipper to the side of her dress is all it takes for the silken material to fall to the ground–she’s left standing there in a strapless bra that barely contains her and lace panties.

“Sit on your hands. No touching until I say so.” She retrieves her phone from your hands then starts to play some music. “No more photos of what we're about to do.”

Your body tenses up a bit, the floral undertones of her perfume are smelt immediately the moment she straddles your lap. You always thought Somi was beautiful, but being up close and center only magnifies how striking her features are.

“Just sit back and relax.” Words that are easier said than done. Her hips gyrate against your crotch in rhythm to the music and your face is so close to the wondrous cleavage that has captivated you all night that you can nearly taste it. You would love nothing more than to feel up every inch of her sinful body, but her instructions to sit on your hands has you paralyzed.

She leans forward, grabbing the back of the couch with her hands, and plants her cleavage deep into your face, slowly moving them up and down, the friction causes her bra to get lower and lower, until your face is finally flesh on flesh with her two massive mounds.

Leaning back to give you some time to catch your breath also gives you the opportunity to bask in the visual pleasure of her bare chest for the first time. “Well what do you think?” she asks in a sultry tone.

It would be hard to even imagine more perfectly shaped breasts. Each one round and full, yet not showing even the slightest hint of sag, perfectly as perky as her personality. The nipples and areola are large, but almost invisible–blended in with the rest of her skin and surrounded by a network of blue veins just visible beneath her pale skin.

“They’re amazing, I know.” Somi has now adorned an ever bratty smile. She knows how hot she is, using both hands to cup her own breasts, dropping them to show off how jiggly they are. The growing bulge happening between your legs doesn’t go unnoticed, Somi shifting her hips until your bulge is sandwiched in between her two pillowy thighs.

She doubles down, leaning forward once again, engulfing your entire face in her bountiful bosom. After what feels like an eternity, Somi finally gives you those magic words. “Taste them.” Like a rabid animal finally off their leash, slobbering up one of her giant breasts, trying to fit as much as you could into your mouth. A sweet moan leaves Somi’s lips, her hands holding the back of your head, keeping your lips sealed around her tit. Rules be damned at this point, you free your hands and use them to fondle the entirety of her sinful body until your left hand massages the unattended breast.

Her big tits are definitely the centerpiece that draws in all attention, but you still had your wits about you to make sure that foreplay was not forgotten. Light nibbling against her creamy neck and protruding collarbones do just as well to elicit sweet moans from Somi. Your hands move down, grabbing two handfuls of hot idol ass, lifting her up ever so slightly to put her tits directly in the path of your awaiting lips.

This time, with purpose, you seize one of her ghost nipples in between your lips, using your tongue to feel every bump and texture of her delicious nub. Somi gasps and leaves soundless moans, running her hands through your hair as you continue to devour the bountiful feast left in front of you. Your hands move on from her ass, making its first stop at her smooth silky thighs, then traveling up across her tight abs, before reaching their final resting place–making sure to cup and grope each of her giant tits while your mouth alternates between the two. After some time, each of her wondrous mounds are now covered in your saliva, and if left to your own devices, you could’ve spent the rest of the night just nestled into her chest.

The growing bulge in your pants, and the growing wet spot appearing on her lace panties is signs that things need to move onto the next step. Somi pushes her arms, her once perfect porcelain skin is now marred with marks from your suction. She looks down at your work, and makes circular motions of her tits with her hands, rubbing your saliva into her skin.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, but we’re just getting started.” She stands up off your lap and you're able to see her perfectly shaped body in all its glory. Impossibly long legs attached to wide hips was only the gateway to the most lecherous part: slim tight abs laid underneath her most defining feature, which you’ve spent the last ten minutes worshiping. While her bubbly and carefree personality made her born to be an idol, her lustful body full of curves makes you think she was designed by the Gods with the sole intention of being fucked. She lowers her panties which reveal her cleanly shaven glistening pink slit, then leans down to whisper into your ear.

“Just so you know, before Jennie met you, she and I were competing for biggest whore in all of kpop. Hell, on my last birthday, I let ten guys free use my holes however they wanted.”

Somi makes quick work of your pants, easily sliding them off as she makes her way to the ground. Her delicate fingers wrap around your hard cock slowly pumping up and down. Her tongue joins in on the action, lightly licking underneath your head while continually stroking your cock with her soft hand.

“This may sound like a surprise, but I love the feeling of a big cock filling my mouth. And yours definitely qualifies.”

The final phrase before your head leans back into the sofa. Somi gives a smile and parts her long blonde hair behind her ears before beginning. Grabbing the base of your cock, she slowly lathers your head with your precum, then slightly puckers her lips and places them on your head–followed up with light kisses and suction against your head.

That brief sense of buildup is quickly washed away when Somi parts her lips and takes no time on taking the entirety of your length into the back of her throat. There is an initial resistance, but she easily adjusts her throat and continues to slide more and more of you down until her nose meets your crotch. After keeping her head down for a few seconds, she continues to bob her head, each time taking your whole length into her throat. Her full array of techniques are on full display, showing the expertise in her blowjob skills, making sure to keep the pace as painstakingly slow as possible–using her tongue to flick across every surface of your cock on the way up to maximize the amount of pleasure delivered.

It truly shocks you at how gifted she is in sucking cock, but perhaps you shouldn’t be surprised given what she had told you about being the biggest whore in all of kpop. You had previously thought that Jennie’s throat was molded to fit your cock, but Somi was giving her a run for her money. She takes pauses from deepthroating to look up at you and smile while worshiping your cock with pets and kisses.

Your hands struggle to find a place to rest themselves, wanting to place them on the back of her head, but any direction you could give her wouldn’t live up to her skill. You’re slowly losing your mind in the grasps of the picture perfect idol–the mind blowing pleasure of her blowjob changing by the second, the strength of her suction varying from strong to weak, the speed on which she bobs her head switching from meticulously slow and dangerously fast.

A loud groan escapes your lips, you’ve been fighting back your own eruption, but her final words tell you that you’ve been wasting your efforts. “Mmmm,” she said oh-so-sweetly. Drool has accumulated all across her chin, dripping down onto her chest. “You’re making my mouth water.” She pauses in mock-afterthought, “Oh, don’t you just want to cum in my mouth?”

All bets are off, she lightly strokes both of your thighs with her soft hands, bobbing up and down as fast as she can against your shaft. The gagging and choking noises only help to amplify the experience, knowing how needy she is for your cum and how nothing will stop her. Your hands involuntarily find themselves on the back of her head, holding her down for as long as your cock erupts with an ocean of white-hot cum into her mouth. She moans loudly and begins swallowing, practically slurping the cum from your cock. You release your hold against her head and she pops up, letting a few drops dribble down her to her chest. She fondles her own tits, making them shine against the bright lights with your cum lubricating the giant mounds.

While trying to catch your breath, you find yourself staring at Somi, trying to gauge if she wants to continue. She beats you to the punch and before you can even speak, she offers up her previous menu. “It’s only fair that I give you the same options as I did when I was free use. What will it be? You’ve already used up my mouth, so ass or pussy?”

The time to be subordinate is over. “Here’s what I’m going to do,” you whisper, pulling her in closer until she is pressed up against your body, “First, I’m going to finger fuck that tight little pussy of yours, get it good and soaking wet. Then, I’m going to eat that delicious pussy of yours, suck your little clit into my mouth and torture it with my tongue.”

“I have a better idea,” she gives you in a clearly bratty tone, “why don’t you just fuck the shit out of me and be done with it. I don’t want to leave this room being able to walk on my own.”

A quick flip of positions, and now Somi is laying on the couch, the long way to get into a comfortable position. She uses one hand to spread her lips apart and the other to grab hold of your cock.

“Looks like the rumors are true. Still hard as ever eh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as her inner Canadian slips out. Finally in position, you put just the head against her wet lips. Slowly you start to insert your cock into her radiating wet core. Her hips thrust forward and upward, but you anticipate her neediness and pull back. You couldn’t help but tease her a little just to get her back for the nightlong events. Again you move forward and the head of your cock barely makes it past her waiting lips before you pull back once again.

Tethering past the point of her patience, she wraps her legs around your back and pulls you in herself–in one smooth and rapid motion, she impales herself with your throbbing cock. In spite of her wetness, the fit and warmth are incredible and almost unbelievable. A velvet glove is the first thing to come to mind, only this “glove” was about two sizes too small. Despite the claim of being the biggest whore in kpop she is still irrationally tight. She was like a wild woman, even while laying down in missionary, she’s bucking around on your cock as if she were in a race. If it weren’t for already unloading in her mouth, there would be a serious danger of hanging on any longer.

Not one to give up all sense of control, you place both hands on her hips and thrust into her with precision. Her fluttering eyes and the mixture of screams in both Korean and English gives you every indication that she's riding close to the edge.

Just then she lets out another long and low scream and you feel her pussy contract again and again, trying to milk you like a small suction pump. Her entire body turns into a light shade of pink, her orgasming face turns you on even more. Grabbing two handfuls of otherworldly breasts, you continue to pummel her through every second of her orgasm. Her sensitivity riding on the maximum settings, her hips buck into the air as she's brought to bliss once more.

Unsatisfied with only making her cum twice, and knowing that you would go through life regretting not tasting her sweet nectar at least once, your lips attach onto her clit while two fingers furiously curl trying to find her gspot. A rhythmic pace and constant flicking of her hardened nub with your tongue do quick work on the mewling beauty. Her hands struggle to find something to grab on to, and she screams louder than she ever has and lets out a violent amount of squirt.

She lays back down on the sofa, struggling to catch her breath after three eye watering orgasms. The amount of endorphins that have flooded her brain makes it hard for her to think before she finally whispers out.

"What the fuck was that? I've never done that before?"

"You don't mean to tell me that kpop's biggest whore has never squirted before, do you?"

Somi's energy is completely spent, she lightly strokes your cock while you continue to fondle her giant tits. She may be completely drained, but you were still raring to go. Unfortunately for her, the decision to let you cum from the blowjob has your stamina at an all time high. You take a seated position and grab her by the waist and place her on your lap. No longer restricted by the pesky pants blocking the way, you easily glide into her well-used hole. Finding yourself in the same position as earlier in the night, this time only doubly pleasurable with you buried deep inside Somi.

“Ride me Somi.” She lets out an exasperated sigh, but complies to your words, lightly bouncing up and down with both her arms around your neck. Her tits seem to defy gravity as even while she rides you, her perky mounds only slightly jiggle with her movement. While fucking her missionary was first-rate, what this feels like is on a completely different level. Your hands continue to roam her body, while the increased slickness from her recent orgasms feel even greater against your cock. You sloppily slurp on each of her nipples, the sounds of sex fill up the dressing room every time her body slams into yours.

The pleasure of being fucked overtakes any sense of fatigue Somi has, and she begins to quicken her pace. “Feel so fucking good” she whispers out, almost as if she’s talking to herself. She switches from low sexy groans and high pitched squeals, clearly enjoying herself and pleased with her decision to have you be her staff. Her eyes start to close and she has already dug her nails deep into your back–sharp enough to leave two claw marks strewn across. Her chest gets mashed into your when you pull her in tight, catching a whiff of her musky hair as it lays all across your face. Her cunt was now swallowing you whole, but somehow squeezing you even tighter with each passing moment. This time her pulsating walls as another orgasm built within her is enough to suck you in with her.

“Somi - you’re gonna make me…”

“Good! Cum for me”

Already past the point of no return, she slams her body into yours at an even faster rate. Knowing that there’s no turning back now, you succumb to the temptation of flesh and let yourself go. The combination of her chest pressed up against yours and her suffocatingly tight walls are too much to overcome, especially considering how long BLACKPINK has been away on tour. One final bounce and a squeeze of her silky walls is enough to make you unload completely inside of her.

Wave after wave of thick seed is swallowed up by Somi’s cunt, and it doesn't help that her walls keep expanding and contracting with every shot. She plants a surprisingly tender kiss on your forehead.

“Mmm I feel so full. Let’s see how much you came.” She slowly begins to raise her body up, every drop of sticky liquid that comes flooding out of her landing on your crotch. She uses two finger to gather up as much of this sex fused concoction and brings it up to her mouth, making a show out of it to watch her drink your cum. Back kneeling between your legs, she carefully licks up each drop that she may have missed with her fingers, then lightly sucks your cock completely clean.

“I taste fucking amazing.” Somi proclaims in her ever familiar bratty tone. “I can’t believe they didn’t bring you on tour with them, if they’re not careful I might claim you for myself…”

#somi smut #kpop smut #male reader

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Requests (2)- A bottom!Natasha x Reader where Natasha and the reader are heading to a mission spot and while they’re in the quinjet R is eating out and fingering Natasha + Bottom!Natasha x reader where they have sex on a mission

Synopsis- Steve shouldn’t have tricked you into going on missions causing Natasha to miss you dearly, but once you’re back for good there is always time to make up for what was lost.

Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content, and Steve?

Word Count- 4k

A/N- I’ve been really inactive for the past few months but I feel that I have got my motivation back to write so hopefully I can start to put out more stories :)

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Your body was exhausted to stay the least, it was a mistake for you to sign up for quick missions, a big mistake. The need to always be in non-stop action to rid yourself of growing daily boredom was prominent within you. You didn’t mind all that much because doing missions was something to keep you in check and present in reality, besides one other thing.

Because of that other thing which is a special someone that you dreaded leaving for missions. Each time boarding a quinjet or black decked-out SUV there would be a sorrowful presence looming at the door of the compound’s exit, Natasha.

When you weren’t on missions she was your constant light throughout your day because with her around you never got bored and always had a fire to keep you lit inside. When she left for a lengthy recon mission months prior you had to do something to keep you entertained for the time being. That happened to be quick missions Steve had encouraged you to sign up for when he saw your lack of life as you stared out the compound’s grand living room window that held a magnificent view of the surrounding wilderness that kept you entranced for the time being while your lover was away.

What Steve “forgot” to mention to you is that if you signed up for quick missions it would be official for eight months, let's just say you almost got into a fight with America’s most beloved. Once you signed with your signature you couldn’t take it back. At first, it was fine for the months when Natasha was gone, you had something to occupy and eat up your time, but when she came back it was a different story.

You still had four months left on your contract and time seemed to slow down significantly, so to Natasha, it felt like an eternity. Every time she saw you off a piece of her inner happiness chipped away while uncertainty replaced its spot. She was filled with tremendous dread and loneliness during all the nights she spent without you. She longed for your touch every second of the day and especially at night, she yearned for your company so bad it was absurd.

She had been pestering Steve about taking you off the quick missions but he ignored her advances and excused himself immediately so he wouldn’t receive her raft. Constantly following him around the compound to disrupt his day, in her eyes if she couldn’t get any sort of peace, why should he? During all the time she had been pestering Steve, it was the end of the eight months; she couldn’t have been more delighted. She was like a kid at a candy store, only a few feet taller, tapping her foot repeatedly against the pavement as she waited to hear the familiar buzz of the incoming quinjet.

Her deep red tresses swayed from the sudden gush of air, a dark shadow cast upon her from the monumental aircraft. The shadow was a stark contrast to the fierce light that was present in her from the thought of finally being able to have you fully.

Stepping off the mechanical quinjet for the first time in hours made you relieved to breathe in the fresh air, smelling blended natural fragrances and a familiar perfume that you knew all too well. It was in a flash and then the next moment you were bombarded with Natasha’s presence. It was hard for you to hug her back with your duffle bags still in your hands but you wasted no time in dropping them and enveloping her in your arms.

She clung onto you as a sloth does to a cecropia tree, her head buried deep in your chest as she took time to fully embrace your presence. You understood her actions because the last time you spent a full day together was two months ago, who knew how many small missions there were out there to be completed.

Natasha brought her head out of your chest and peered up at you. Taking in your wondrous features that she admired staring at during the brink of the night when the moonlight shined just perfectly on your dormant face. She would study you for hours until she fell asleep in your comforting hold with only the thought of you there with her lulling her to sleep.

“Take a picture Nat, it last longer.” You say softly to Natasha as your hands naturally travel towards her hips to hold onto them.

“Oh, shut up.” She lightly chuckled as she gave a gentle slap to your shoulder, “I would take a picture of you but it could never truly capture your beauty.” Her words made your cheeks heat up along with the way she was intensely staring at your face.

“I can tell you missed me because that was cheesy as fuck, but don't worry I forgive you for that cause I missed you too.” She rolled her eyes while letting out a breathy laugh at your response as her hands trailed up your abdomen and around your neck.

She came close to your face causing your breaths to merge, you could practically smell the minty freshness on the cusp of her breath, “But ‘Take a picture it last longer’ isn’t it?” Your mind was too hazed with the thought of her lips on yours to fully understand what she was saying. Leaning forward to catch her lips only for her to back away at the last second making a frown come to your face.

“Such a big baby, don’t worry you're gonna make it up to me with more than just kisses for your absence.” She teases you as she pecks the corners of your mouth then continues to give small kisses all around your face but never your lips which slightly agitates you.

Although, not more than Steve coming to interrupt your moment with Natasha. She instantly got annoyed as he rounded the corner. A glint of sweat can be spotted on his face meaning he ran twenty miles non-stop.

With a roll of her eyes, Natasha instantly stares down Steve as he walks up to you both, her arms now crossed over her rigid stomach.

Steve awkwardly greets the both of you with a skittish wave as he avoids Natasha’s fierce gaze.

You greet him back satisfactorily, putting your hand on the lower part of Nat’s back to wordlessly communicate with her to acknowledge Steve.

“Steve.” Natasha bluntly replies, showing no ounce of welcome in her tone.

“I hate to say this, but you both need to meet me in the debriefing room. Be there in the next ten minutes.” He says with a militant tone, fleeing towards the door of the compound straight after his assertion.

Natasha made a move to follow him but was stopped by the firm grip on her waist that held her back. When she turned around with lifted eyebrows she was met with your unimpressed face as you rolled your eyes at her abrasive antics.

“I’m off of those little pesky missions now, there's no need to hold any grudges. Help me put away my stuff, yeah?” You softly ask her, reducing your hold on her waist because you trusted her enough to not go after Steve to give him a mouthful.

She shook her head and gave you a small smirk, “Since when did you turn into a peacemaker?” She scoffs slightly in a mischievous manner as she starts striding off.

You give a light chuckle at her words but wrinkle your eyebrows in confusion at her retreating form, “You're not gonna help with my bags?”

She turns around while still strolling with a charming pout on her face and shouts, “My hands are kind of tired from all the stroking they have been doing since someone wasn’t here to do it for me!”

Your face runs cold as her coy pout turns into a naughty grin. You're stuck in a trance at her distant figure and you swear you can see her hips swaying more than they were a few seconds ago. You wasted no time in picking up your duffle bags and catching up with her, she always had a way with words that left you awestruck.

You and Natasha had just walked into the debriefing room Steve mentioned and the first thing your wondering eyes spotted was the brown box of your favorite, Dough Doughnuts. Treading straight towards the box of donuts as if your life depended on it; grabbing a plate from the table where the donuts were held to stack some of the pastries.

Helping yourself to multiple thick and doughy donuts put a bright smile on your face, “Help yourself, I got them for you, out of guilt.” Steve murmurs next to you rendering you to jump from the sudden surprise, managing to save your plateful of donuts as you turn towards him with a warm smile on your face.

You thank him genuinely, “although this won’t be enough for me to fully forgive you.” Your words cause him to take in a deep breath as you send him a shallow smile as you move around him and make your way to Natasha sitting at the immense oak oval table.

As you come closer to Nat she makes eye contact with you, her eyes broadening at your approaching figure. When you made it over she raised her right eyebrow as she eyed your plate stacked with donuts. By that time you had already started eating them on the walk over so when you spoke your mouth was full of mushed donuts.

“What? The last time I ate was hours ago.” You reasoned.

Natasha’s resting smirk only grew as she replied, “moya malen'kaya rybka fugu ”

You playfully narrowed your eyes as you took a seat behind her, quickly flashing your mouth full of mixed donuts only for her to swiftly pinch your stomach with a twisted grimace. Quietly chuckling to yourself as you got seated; Steve cleared his throat for both of your attention.

Just as he got attention to start speaking Natasha kicked up her feet on the deep oak conference table with a loud thud followed by a displeased sigh. You had to look away for a moment to contain your laughter, you had yet to ever see her be this petty towards Steve.

“I just wanted to start this meeting to say I never meant to have you sign up for the missions but no one else wanted to, and god knows the shield agents aren’t prepared enough for constant tasks like that. Leading to the point of this gathering, which is a final mission for you both.”

Natasha’s face turned into a passive expression that only Steve could see from his angle; a slight hesitation in his speech from the direct eye contact Natasha had with him.

“Don’t flip your lid Nat, this is a recon mission that should take less than a week. More of a getaway if you ask me, it’s in Madrid, I searched on that engine Googlet and their beaches are said to be nice during this time. The mission file is on the table, have fun ladies.” He declared before he left the room with a clasp of his hands.

There was a few seconds of brief silence until Natasha turned around in the twisty chair with her signature smirk ingrained on her face. She slowly arose from her position in her seat to saunter a few steps and rest herself on your awaiting lap.

In between the mid-bite of a donut, you stared deep into her eyes, slowly moving the pastry away from your face to deliver a soft peck to her nose. Her face scrunching up in mock disgust as she pinched you on the cheek complaining about the sticky filling that now occupied her nose.

You couldn’t help but not take her words into account as you zoned her words out to only focus on the accentuating features that reeled you into her as a fisherman does to fish. The only thought on your mind was her ethereal beauty, not only did her outer beauty look so magnificent, her inner beauty was millions of times better. Cherishing the moments when her relaxed personality came out because of your presence; the way her face seemed to light up when you were near, and the way you found solace in her viridescent irises.

You were standing in the cockpit, leveling the controls of the quinjet to kickstart the autopilot mode so you could catch up on some sleep that you dearly missed. As you were focused on turning on the alarm to notice another aircraft in the air, turning on the radar, and checking safety controls caused you to fail to notice the slim figure approaching from behind.

Nat takes this moment why you are in mental solitude to absorb your features; your concentrated face making a knot deep within her start to ache. The way your hands are flexed across the controls, moving in practiced synchronization as if you could do it perfectly with your eyes closed. Also, the small barely noticeable scars littered across your arms and hands that she knows all the stories to you, courtesy of you telling them to her in the deepest of the night as her head lay on your bare chest when sleepiness was absent.

She came up behind you while you were slightly leaning on the controls, encircling her hands around your stomach, laying her cheek across the side of your back as she watched the view of the endless clouds. This is where she loved to be, anywhere with you, no matter the place.

When you felt her hands on your abdomen a sense of warmness spread throughout your body at just her touch; what she could make you feel in just a matter of seconds was a feeling you always loved.

There was a few moments of sereness that passed by before her face shifted away from the clear window to face your back.

“I really missed this.”

You let out a small chuckle, pivoting your head scarcely to the left so you could see her out of the corner of your eye. “I never knew you were so needy, babe.”

She slaps your back with her right arm at your tease which causes you to tremble away from her grip but eventually turn towards her, leaning back on the controls now so you were face to face.

“Well you have been away to satisfy my needs, and I can only do so much.” She expressed softly with a playful angry expression on her face as she stands on her toes to connect both your lips once and for all.

The laughter within your stomach automatically ceases as her plump lips come in contact with yours, being substituted with a desire. Your hands were quick to move up to her hips and gradually down to her plump bottom, giving a gentle squeezing.

A soft moan discharged from her closed throat at the pressure that was so close to where she needed you to be. Her lips miraculously worked with yours in an erotic dance as the force of the kisses made each of your heads move back and forth. Her hands unhurriedly came up to your firm stomach for balance, her hands skimming over your clothed breast which made a groan escape between your parted lips as you came out of the kiss for air.

No words were uttered as you wordlessly looked into her eyes for the next few seconds, her dilated pupils and the salacious look that resounded within her darkening orbs made you dive in for more of what you so badly dreamed for.

Your hands left the position on her lower half to quickly cup her face and bring her closer while her soft tongue pressed against the entrance of your lips for admission to your tongue. Bestowing her access by parting your lips, your tongues clashed together in simultaneous congruence. A deprived moan came from the pit of her throat from the way your mouth deliciously sucked on her tongue. That eruption from deep within her vocal cords was the moment something clicked on inside of you to grant her real satisfaction.

You swiftly picked her up by the rear and carelessly sat her down on top of the controls, damn the quinjet because if you go down this would be a gratifying last moment of your life. While still retaining a steady pace of indulging in Natasha’s succulent lips, your hurried hands tugged at the hem of her leggings. She snickered as she caught onto your intentions and lifted her bottom so you could quickly pull her lower garments off.

Greedy fingers instantly met Natasha’s clothed cunt moments after her leggings had been moved and forgotten by her ankles. You took your middle and pointer fingers together and rubbed them against her clothed protruding clit. Provoking a loud moan from her; your breaths integrating from the brisk withdrawal by both of your damp lips. Her right hand presently snaked up the back of your neck while her left hand rested on your shoulder; making eye contact with her as you devoted more pressure on her clothed clit, her pupil now a tiny black speck in the sea of inveigle basil green.

Her eyes squeezed shut as they rolled back while her mouth hung open and twitched from the constant motion happening right where she needed you to be, her head inclining forward as you pressed harder. Your sweaty foreheads came together for only a moment until you shifted your head to start sending temperate but firm kisses along her face and later neck.

You had enough of taunting her, wanting to feel her needy opening sucking up your digits. Impatiently pushing aside her lacey panties as you were met with a beyond moist sticky cunt; quick to find her clit and begin irritating it for more pressure.

Natasha’s celestial moans and faltering sighs filled the quinjet's advanced space, luckily it was just you two, or else things would have been inconvenient. Although your fingers did not just stop at rubbing her clit, too eager you wait not one more second and plunged them straight into her opening. A coarse protracted whine came from her hushed mouth, as her face rested on your shoulder she took the opportunity to bite down to help with the influx of pleasure she acquired in such little time.

This didn’t deter you as you only started to pump your digits quicker, the only sound echoing throughout the aircraft was your low grunts now and then, Natasha’s moans that began to sound more like yearning cries, and her pussy making various squelching noises that rang like music to your ears as you continued to hammer into her.

It didn’t take long before that tight knot within her stomach that had been itching badly inside of her, in demand to be undone, finally erupted. When that knot flared deep in the pit of Natasha’s stomach that’s when a real guttural whine escaped from her lips. You knew she was quite the verbal person in intimate situations like this, but the moan that was unleashed from her sounded extra-terrestrial, an almost jarring roar that was brought out from a hidden place inside her.

You weren’t close to being done yet, the second you remove your fingers from her center a tired objection came from her heavy breathing mouth. Her muddled head leaned back until her heavy eyes looked upon your face, her creased eyebrows hinted to her examining your sudden action to stop. Before she could let out a weak protest you stuck your soaked fingers that had just been buried inside her past her plump lips and flat onto her unexpectant tongue.

She sucked her juices from your fingers slowly in a seductive manner as she kept eye contact with you; your knot within starting to beg for release just from the way her pristine lips grasped around your digits and slowly slid down the expanse of your fingers. When she popped the fingers out of her mouth you immediately brought them up to your lips to get a taste, unknowingly to you Nat’s eyes hazily watching the movement of your hands and the way you searched for any leftover taste of her on your fingers only for it all to be gone.

In a matter of seconds, your lips instantly met Natasha’s again, causing a groan to leave her from the force of roughness. In your little plan, you had found what you were looking for, but there was still some leftover taste of Nat scattered on her tongue. A deep moan set free from her drowsy self at the feeling of you sucking her tongue harshly. She brought her head away from yours slowly, a string of mixed saliva drooping between your faces as both your lustful eyes stared deep into one another's souls.

“There’s more where that came from.” She uttered in a husky voice.

After dispatching another quick peck to her lips, you sank to the ground in an instant. Your knees collided against the hard steel just as Natasha had spread her legs open, wide enough for you to have full sight of her exalted pussy that could never be replicated. Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth and smirked from the way you were taking time to adore her bare cunt as if she hadn’t told you to continue the vulgar actions that you were performing moments earlier.

It didn’t take you any longer to get back into the swing of things as your face merged into her sodden cunt, her thighs encompassing your head as her radiant smell plagued your sense as you took a deep breath in. Sticking your deprived tongue out from behind your lips that were submerged in her center, licking an elongated vertical line up her center. Her shivering that knocked you off your course made you resort to wrapping your hands around her outer thighs to keep her in place, talking into her pussy which sent a thundered hum attack her clit which stimulated her so much that she bucked and whined like a lost wolf that has strayed from its pack.

Her body shuddered from your attempted talking inducing numerous buttons on the control deck to be pressed while some switches flicked on and off. Your grip on her thighs constricted to ensure she changed no controls that would cause the quinjet to plummet to the ground instantaneously. Even with a slight chance of crashing, you stretched your hungry tongue past her entrance, and as deep as your face would let you without suffocating, making this another satisfying moment to go out.

Your tongue wriggled back and forth inside of Natasha, numerous times pressing on the bundle of nerves that made her go crazy each time you hit it just right. Natasha needed something to hold onto as the knot in her came undone even more each second, her pale fingers sliding in between your locks and barring onto the roots. You hissed slightly from the tugging she would do every few seconds from hitting her g-spot now and then. That didn’t hold you back from going deeper as her taste was so addicting, her juices being like holy ale sent down from above just for you only, sacred nectar that could never be found anywhere on the earth no matter how hard you searched.

Ultimately getting lost in the tempo and taste of Natasha brought her to another orgasm that struck her harder than last time tenfold, you were always so proficient with your tongue that she could never get enough. This time no sound was emitted from her opened mouth, only a sound of strangulation as she failed to take in air. Her tense chest heaved in and out as she got a hold of her breath but was still moments into seeing the stars. That was all muffled for you because she had you interlocked tightly within her pale plush thighs, her juices drenching your face as her cum oozed out from within her. You were entrapped, and truthfully, you don’t think you want to leave just yet.

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yuu-loves-you · 6 months

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Is it really rape?(part 1 of ??)

TW: Sexual abuse, possibly discussed in detail later on. Same goes for physical and mental abuse. Victim blaming, and substance(cigarette) abuse, SH

Summary: with the assistance of your grandparents and Nekomata, you had moved into their house at the very beginning of the school year. Having just come to a normal home from your traumatic life with your father, things can be pretty overwhelming. Especially when you can’t afford therapy. You’re Nekoma’s team manager, and you’ll do anything to make sure the boys succeed. After all, they made you happier than you’d ever been before

“well, is it really rape if you just sit there and allow it to happen?” You knew a counselor wasn’t supposed to say this. You knew how wrong it was. How you’d never tell anyone this. If someone told you their counselor said this you’d flip out. You’d tell them how the counselor is wrong. Though, now when the situation is happening to you, you have no will to argue against this question. More so, a statement than a question. Nonetheless you can’t say a damn thing. Your mouth feels unbearably dry as you shakily pull yourself to your feet and begin to grab your items. You can feel her eyes burning into the back of your head as you take your backpack and leave the room. She doesn’t try to stop you. Upon exiting, you could truly feel how your legs felt like jelly and how wet your face was. You take some deep breaths and rub your eyes. You only made yourself a little bit better, you’d realized. It feels like you haven’t learnt or earned a damn thing. The relief of having already told your coach and team you wouldn’t be at afternoon practice washes over you. Now, you can simply walk home. You don’t have to face them and show your ugliest look that is stained in tears. As you head to your shoe locker, a feeling of guilt passees over you. You had lied about your reason for not being at practice. ‘A doctor's appointment’ you'd told them. The reality was you had to finally talk to someone about the numerous traumas you’ve endured before you cracked for good. You regretted going. You could almost describe the emotion you felt from the ‘therapy session’ as humiliation but you knew in reality it was much more complex. After putting your shoes on you took the slow route back to your home. You wish you could go to the boys practice but you knew you wouldn’t be able to focus so you’d rather go home than be a burden to them. As you reached the front door you pulled your key ring from your bag and unlocked it. You enter and could smell the red sauce being cooked and your grandmother's indescribably pretty perfume. “I’m home, grandma!” You said. “Oh! Welcome home baby!” Your grandma approached for a hug as you put your things down. You hugged her close. She gave you a concerned look at your appearance that turned into what was best described as pity. “Oh baby… was today hard? I’m sorry.. if only I could afford you some proper help…” You smiled softly at your grandma. “It’s fine. Don’t worry grandma. One rough day won’t tear me down.” You couldn’t help but internally cringe at your own blatant lie. You could tell tonight would be rough. “Why don’t you go say hi to grandpa? He’s lying upstairs. I’ll call you down when dinner is ready…” you nod with a smile and head up the stairs. Peeking into your grandparents bedroom, you see he is asleep and decide not to disturb him as you head to your room. Despite the fact you’d been living with your grandparents for a year now, each day it still felt weird to come home to such a calm environment. It was a stark contrast to the life you endured when living with your father. This feeling was especially prevalent as you went into your room and saw how nice of a bed you had and in general the amount of items you had in your possession. You leaned your back on the door and slid down until your butt hit the floor.

#haikyuu x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume #Nekoma #previously-abused reader #recovery #angst with a happy ending #angst comfort

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Take it or Leave it

Warnings: jealous Rafe & JJ, loss of V

I didn’t tear my eyes off her as she stood with Sarah and Kie, laughing and dancing with drinks in their hands. I wasn’t the only one mesmerized. Just about every guy in here was watching them. Especially her with that sweet and innocent vibe she gave off. Sarah and Kie would corrupt her for sure.

“Take your eyes off her before I make you.” A familiar voice scoffs at me. I smile as Rafe Cameron sits down one bar stool down from me, his back to the crowd so no one could see us talking.

“Scared she’ll pick me, Rafe?” I taunt, sipping my drink as I let my gaze trail down her long legs.

“She was with me last night.”

“And she was with me this morning and still is.” We lock eyes for a moment and I think he’s about to hit me when he finally turns away, downing the rest of his scotch.

“She’s not going to be able to make a proper decision if you don’t stop hogging her.” Rafe grumbles, ordering another drink. I watched as she locks eyes with me and licks her lips, letting her gaze travel down my body.

Neither of us had fucked her yet but I didn’t mean the urge wasn’t there. I was rock hard all the time but I was waiting for her to make the choice. Me or Rafe. But if she didn’t want to choose, I’d be fine with that too. As long as I got a piece of her. Something told me Rafe wouldn’t be down for sharing though.

“I’m not keeping her here. I can’t help that she’d rather spend time with me and not you.” I throw back at him, winking at my girl as I down my next drink. She giggles as she continues to drink and dance with my friends.

“There’s nothing you can offer her that I can’t.”

“Yea? Have you made her cum yet? Because I have.” The image of my finger curled inside her sweet pussy has my chest tightening with need. Rafe jumps to his feet and shoves me but I only laugh as the bartender smacks the top of the bar.

“Not in my bar. Take it outside.” He barks and Rafe scowls. We both turn to see her watching us, an unreadable expression on her face. Mixed with guilt. She hadn’t realized Rafe was here.

“Don’t touch her again or I’ll kill you. I’m not kidding.” Rafe growls, not taking his eyes off her.

“I’ll do whatever she asks me for. Or begs me for.” Rafe turns on me right as I see her push through the crowd to get to where we are. I smile as he fists the front of my cut off, murder in his eyes.

“If you think for one sec—.”

“Guys, not here. Please.” We both seem to hold our breath in her presence. She’s so beautiful. Her perfume fills my head and my hands itch to touch her. I was already hard but now my dick was throbbing with need. Rafe jerks away from me and takes her hand. My eyes zero in on their hands but I don’t say anything as I follow them out the back exit.

“I feel like I’m losing you.” I hear Rafe say as the door shuts behind us.

“I haven’t made my decision yet.” She says softly, pulling her hand from his and meeting my gaze.

“I don’t want you guys fighting or at each others throats. Not over me.” She says, looking between the two of us.

“I promise.” I say quickly, taking her hand and pulling her against me. Rafe bristles but waits for her to acknowledge him.

“I promise too.” Rafe finally says, stepping closer and offering her a soft smile. I kiss her forehead and let her go to him although every bone in my body was screaming, mine. I watch as they embrace and I look away when she reaches up on her toes to kiss him, my stomach twisting in knots. A moment later she’s saying goodbye and taking my hand, leading me to my truck.

“Thank you. I know that was hard for you.” She finally says once we’re in the cab and snuggled into my side. I put my arm around her and kiss the top of her head, just grateful that she’s near.

“I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” I murmur, tipping her chin up and staring into those big beautiful eyes. Butterflies take off in my stomach over all the emotion in her eyes. I press my lips to hers and she moans softly, fueling me further so I dip my tongue in her mouth and wind my fingers through her hair. Her tits are pressed into my side, letting me feel how hard her little nipples are. It’s my turn to moan when she cups my jaw and bites my bottom lip.

“JJ.” She whispers, cupping me through my shorts. “I want you in my mouth.” I can’t say anything except quickly free myself from my shorts and watch her eyes light up. She crouches down on her knees, leaning over my lap and places a quick kiss to my throbbing tip.

“Fuck, baby.” I groan, gently pushing her head down as she takes me into her warm mouth. I throw my head back against the headrest, savoring the feel of her. She’s about to swallow me down her pretty little throat when there’s a tapping on the passenger door. She yelps, yanking away from me as I attempt to cover myself. We both look over in time to see Rafe open the door.

“If you’re going to do this here, I want in. I miss my girl.” Rafe wastes no time in hauling her onto his lap and kisses her hard. I grit my teeth, waiting for her to object but she never does. If anything it fuels her fire because she reaches over and strokes me until I’m hard again while keeping her tongue in Rafe’s mouth.

“Baby.” I groan.

“I want this.” She pants into Rafe’s mouth, pulling her hand away to spit in it then wrapping her hand around my cock again. I moan, letting my head fall back against the seat as I watch her body move. “I want you both. Let me have this. Play with me. Both of you.” I nearly cum just from her words. I scoot closer to Rafe and she tears her mouth away to kiss me instead. I know Rafe is touching her by the way she’s gasping into my mouth, her body trembling as she jerks me harder and harder.

“Her pussy is so wet. So needy.” I hear Rafe say with a growl. I can’t think. All the blood is in my cock and I can only concentrate on making myself last a little longer. She cries out against my lips and I know he’s fingering her. I find her hardened nipples, tweaking them between my thumbs as I kiss her. She rocks against me, riding Rafe’s hand until she pushes away and drops down to take me back into her mouth.

“Fuck.” Rafe and I both curse as his hand works her from behind, her head bobbing up and down frantically even as she gags.

“Stop or I’ll cum down your throat.” I grunt, tugging on her hair but she doesn’t stop. If anything she takes me deeper and I my hips buck as I cum hard. She swallows and my thighs trembles as she sucks everything out of me. Her release hits at the same time and she hums around my shaft.

“Good girl.” Rafe groans, the sound of her wetness echoing in the truck cab. His hand slows as she drops me from her mouth, gasping for air. She throws her legs over mine, straddling me instead and reaching for Rafe’s belt. My cock nudges against her heat like a magnet and it takes everything in me not to thrust inside.

My fingers find her pussy as she starts to suck Rafe off next. His head meets the headrest as he basks in the way her newly skilled mouth feels. I cup her pussy as I stroke her clit, pressing my thumb to other hole. She’s so wet that she’s dripping all over my lap and my hand. She tenses but doesn’t stop bobbing her head as I press my thumb to the puckered hole. If anything she pushes back against me as an invitation.

I rub her clit faster as I push my thumb in to the first knuckle causing a domino effect of her moaning around Rafe’s cock in her mouth and him groaning in response. I’m barely getting started when she cums again, her body trembling uncontrollably as Rafe suddenly cums down her throat with a choked groan.

Rafe pulls her off him and kisses her hard, tasting himself on her tongue. She moans before turning back to me, her body no doubt tired from being bent over at an odd angle, and kisses me just as hard.

“I want you both. Right now.” She rasps, reaching between us to stroke me.

“Wait—.” Rafe says almost panicked. We both knew he’d claimed her virginity from the start but there was no stopping her.

“We’ll take turns. You both can claim me.” She pants, stealing my breath as she slowly impales herself on me. I grip her hips, resisting the urge to fuck up into her but she was in charge. I feel her thighs shake as she slowly lowers herself fully before she lifts off and straddles Rafe next. I look down at my blood streaked dick before looking back to where she’s taking Rafe inside her next.

I thought I’d be jealous or upset but she seemed to answer all our problems by taking matters into her own hands. I’d have rather taken her virginity in a bed or someplace more comfortable but this was still heavenly.

She lowers herself fully on Rafe, wincing as she comes back up and kisses him sweetly. Rafe is panting, his eyes hooded as he stares at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She was.

I can hardly contain myself as she moves back to straddle me, her hair sticking to her neck with sweat as she kisses me. I line myself up with her leaking pussy and she forces herself down with a broken moan. It’s the tightest thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Now that that’s out of the way—,” she whispers, kissing me hard before taking my bottom lip between her teeth, “—fuck me like you mean it.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow #rafecameron #Rafe Cameron smut

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Invader's Cookbook #4: Crafting, Consumables, Community Assistance.

Warning: this issue of Invader's Cookbook is only for those who have completed the base game. If you're a new player, using advice from this guide may ruin your natural progression path.

Part 1: Community

As you become better at PvP and it becomes more interesting to you, Elden Ring stops being a PvE game with PvP attached to it, and becomes a PvP game with PvE attached to it. And if you do dueling and invading with any regularity, you will discover that certain resources are way more limited than they should be. Which is fine for a PvE playthrough, but in PvP it becomes a detriment to the variety of the things you can do in any given encounter.

For example, starlight shards is an item that gives you enough Focus Points regeneration that allows sorcery builds to rival melee builds in invasion scenarios. There are only a few dozen of them in the entire game without going to NG+ and they are completely unfarmable.

That is why some players opt to simply duplicate their items via reloading their saves and dropping them to their friends. It is not considered cheating, not by the dedicated PvP community and not by From Software either.

There are a bunch of ways to go about acquiring items.

1. Find a person who plays PvP and who has already acquired all the items

Pretty straightforward. If you don't have such a person, shoot a DM to @huggingtentacles she can usually help.

2. r/PatchesEmporium

Patches Emporium is a community on Reddit where you can place a request for certain items, and if you're willing to fulfill someone else's request, you can successfully gain all the items you need.. Typically they will ask you for a "mule". A mule means transferring their items between characters through your character. You simply pick up the items, and give them back to another character they have. In return they might share some stuff you might want.

3. Join a PvP-focused discord community

You can find plenty of them online, Elden Ring PvP is the most popular one. Plenty of streamers on twitch, big and small, also have similar communities.

Part 2: I got the stuff, what now?

Now you probably have enough crafting materials to craft literally every item in the game in ridiculous amounts. Which is good, you will need them for the following items:

1. Boluses

Boluses to cure status effects are the most important, especially Preserving Boluses that help against Scarlet Rot. Make a bunch of them.

2. Uplifting Aromatics

Finally you can use those perfume bottles for something! Having up to 10 is quite strong. It makes you take 90% less damage on your next hit, as well as gives you a noticeable damage boost. Very important to cross places where you might get ambushed around the corner. You can also use this aromatic to buff mobs in the area!

3. Greases

You can only use greases on weapons with physical affinities: Keen, Heavy, Quality and Standard. Now you are able to replace regular greases with Drawstring Grease, which does significantly more damage, albeit it lasts for a shorter period of time. You can use it quickly mid-combat, highly recommend

4. Everything else

Dried livers, various Pots Cured Meat, Exalted Flesh, Bolts, Arrows, Pickled Turtle Necks, Throwing Daggers, Warming Stones. All of these amazing items are important to use in most PvP activities. Learn to utilise them to their fullest potential.

Part 3: And what about making builds faster?

Through other players you can also acquire weapons and runes. However, you can't acquire weapons that are higher level than the one you have already upgraded on your character. You'll have to upgrade a weapon to a certain level if you want someone to drop you weapons of that level.

A typical fast playthrough to meta level 125-137 would be getting a +10 somber weapon as fast as possible, and then having every other item dropped from another player, then finishing the playthrough with all of that stuff and the appropriate level using the infinite runes you got. (Do you see why I don't recommend this to first time playthroughs? Don't ruin your experience.)

Closing Thoughts

One aspect of Elden Ring PvP that's rarely talked about is how the developers never quite anticipated the amount of PvP some people do. Some items are simply too ridiculous to farm for PvP purposes. Imagine having to farm for half an hour only to waste all of that in one single invasion! Some builds like sorcery simply shoot themselves in the foot by not having vital things like starlight shards.

It's not all bad though. After all, trading items and helping eachother makes for a more meaningful community interaction among players, even if it's purely transactional. In fact, I met many cool players through trading favours like that, and I hope you will as well.

Aren't sure about talking to strangers to get Elden Ring items? Try talking to @huggingtentacles she is always happy to help out new invaders!

#elden ring #elden ring invasions #elden ring pvp #invader's cookbook

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bluebayousblog · 1 year

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 2)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: a week after what they did on her couch

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART ONE

PART THREE

Drew wasn’t ever going to be able to get the thought of it out of his head. As soon as the image was conjured in his mind, it hadn’t faded away at the slightest.

He and Isobel’s bodies melded tightly against the other as he took her against his mattress. It was a pleasant thought, so much so that it roused a longing in his lower abdomen whenever visions of her perfect body crossed his mind.

Drew didn’t think he’d ever thought about fucking one girl so many times in a week, and he hadn’t even really touched her yet. Making the simple thought of kissing, which was one of the few things Isobel let him do, all the more easier to daydream about.

His entire body buzzed when he felt her soft, buttery lips against his for the first time. Her touch and smell suffocating all of his senses until he was completely consumed.

A week had trekked by, and no matter the situation the thought of her under him crossed his mind until his eyes glazed over.

During his finals.

On the treadmill at the gym.

Chapter for his fraternity.

Dinner at the house.

It especially raced around in his head when he laid it down on his pillow at night. In the past he had girls that at the time he thought he was dying to fuck, but the idea of crossing boundaries with Isobel intensely lingered like the aroma of smoke. Or in his case—Isobel’s musky, vanilla perfume.

There were things he took note of about Isobel in the past but now he was appreciating everything about her in a completely different light. From the way her long, black hair framed her face to how pink and soft her plump lips always looked.

She was so kissable, Isobel as a whole was the most kissable thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. He wanted his mouth on every part of her body until his nerves could register just where his lips were grazing even with his eyes closed.

Drew had been texting her throughout the week which was different for them. The two didn’t text despite knowing each other for years, they would interact only when they ran into each other. He kept the messages clean regardless of the intrusive thoughts in his head wanting to possess his thumbs.

Talking to her more only made him want to be around her more. Isobel had never been on his mind this much without her being in his immediate presence, and he was itching to touch her the longer they were apart.

Isobel was extremely busy this week as it was finals and she was extremely overwhelmed with her course load. It also didn’t help that she’d made out with her childhood friend on her couch the week prior. The girl loved to study on that couch, but her memories of Drew with his tongue down her throat haunted her until she was zoning out for thirty minutes and wasting precious study time.

The library had practically been her second home for the week where she could focus and not get sidetracked by her less than pure actions. Of course, Isobel hadn’t let Drew fuck her the first chance he got, but they were pretty close to it. It took every restraint in her body to just keep what they did light and playful, but with the way his gaze penetrated that wall she tried her best to keep up she almost folded.

She hadn’t seen the boy since but he’d been consistently texting her while she tried to do her best to respond with all the shit she still had to complete. She was already a horrible texter, but it was in no comparison to how bad it was at the moment with Drew. She felt bad leaving his messages unanswered for hours, especially with what just happened between the two.

And if he cared about her poor messaging etiquette she couldn’t tell at all. Despite the delay in her responses he still quickly responded to her. The light conversation was nice, it had always been endearing to know he was thinking of her.

I want to see you.

Drew texted the girl he couldn’t seem to wipe from his conscience. He held off all week from asking knowing how serious she took finals, but the week was coming to the end and he figured he’d try his luck.

I’m at the library sorry.

And no you can’t join me, Drew.

He bit his lip as he read over the messages loving how assertive she was, fully knowing he wasn’t going to stop at no. He could practically hear the sound of his name rolling off her tongue, her tone bleeding through the screen.

That little act would suffice, if he could just see her for a moment and hear her voice he could live off of that for a day or so. Drew knew he was being incredulous, but Isobel was a happy little pill and it felt like he was experiencing the early signs of withdrawal.

Why not?

You’re going to distract me, that’s why.

Isobel reluctantly answered Drew knowing it would only fuel his large ego. He obviously had her heavy on the brain, and if his thoughts were any similar to hers she had a good idea on what him distracting her would entail.

She had no idea if they would ever be able to hangout platonically ever again. They’d completely defaced that label. She wasn’t sure she was ready to give that part of their surface level relationship up—if she was willing to submerge in intimate relationship with Drew.

She was intrigued by the idea of the two messing around, but anxiety swarmed her at the uncertainty of it all. Isobel already wasn’t sure she was ready to jump into another relationship, and she definitely didn’t know if she could handle Drew being her next love interest.

Take a little break, Izzy, I can be outside in 2 minutes.

In spite of her internal trepidations, it also didn’t take much for Isobel to give into Drew, hence how easily she let his hands roam her body last week. A few minutes alone with him seemed well worth it compared to her inevitability zoning out and thinking of him.

Okay, but just for a little.

Drew wasted no time getting into his truck and speeding over to the campus library about two miles away from his apartment. He should be embarrassed at how eager he was being but the emotion never passed him, not when the destination led to Isobel.

He felt a pull towards her, one that he was realizing had always been there just not as prominent. He’d found the secret pathway to nirvana, and it had been right in front of him all along.

There was something endearing to him about knowing Isobel for the better part of his life and suddenly being affectionate towards her. It made everything with her feel fucking unreal, like every time he reached for her body, or simply driving to her, he was just a step away from home.

As soon as Isobel slipped out the building doors she saw his shiny new black truck pulling up beside the curb. She quickly jogged over to the vehicle, the chilly weather only pushing her into the vehicle faster.

Drew immediately reached over the middle console and pulled the handle to the door as he pushed it open to let Isobel in. “You didn’t even let me text you I was here, I would’ve came in and got you.”

He watched her as she plopped in her seat teeth noticeably chattering before leaning her face down to her thighs and squealed. Drew couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched her suffer from the low temperature and turned up the heater for the girl.

Before he could even lean back in his seat she’d already leaned over the console and wrapped her arms around his neck, cuddling his warm body in a haste. The skin to skin contact of her face nestled against his neck made his skin vibrate in content, so much so his eyes could roll to the back of his head.

“Little eager aren’t you, Izzy.” Drew teased her, rubbing his hands up and down her sides to warm her up some. He knew from years of being around her at family gatherings that she got cold easily, so when it was this nippy out she was miserable.

Isobel groaned into his skin in response, she wouldn’t be able to speak until her jaw thawed from what she just walked through. It was nowhere near as chilly when she’d gotten to the library earlier today, but she couldn’t stay in her apartment any longer.

She groaned again thinking of how easy she was, she’d left her apartment so she would stop being hit with memories of Drew only to be cuddled up in his car with him and freezing at that. “I’m freezing my ass off, Drew.”

“Now you know I can’t let that happen.” Drew continued to joke moving his focus to her back and rubbing her there.

Isobel rolled her eyes at him with a pout and pushed him off of her before leaning back into the passenger seat. “You’re annoying.”

One thing she knew for sure about Drew was that he could annoy her beyond lengths. When they did give each other a time a day at his parties he made a mission to get on her everlasting nerves. Interrupting her conversations with her friends, making fun of the guys that would walk up to her, and just saying the most immature shit he could think of.

Besides the fact that they felt no need to constantly be around each other before, she had no idea how a fiber of her being could be attracted to him.

“Okay I’ll stop fucking with you, but remember you’re the one who told me I couldn’t come in the library.” He smirked and wrapped his hands around the both of hers to warm them up, her fingers felt like little tiny popsicles in his grip.

His sweet gesture instantly made her melt, she’s never seen him like this. Sure, he was always with a girl most of the time but definitely wasn’t holding their hands cause they were fucking cold. She liked that he was showing her a different side of him, no matter how intermingled it was with how irritating he could be. “Doesn’t matter now I’m fine, you’re not going to ruin the library for me too.”

Drew’s eyebrows furrowed at her words, she looked slightly guarded but he couldn’t miss how her eyes scanned his body, probably thinking he wouldn’t notice, but he noticed everything she did these days.

Then it dawned on him that what they did in her apartment the week prior had left an impression on her, and it relieved him that he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get it off his mind. He was extremely confident in his flings and relationships, but Isobel was quiet and quick to withhold her thoughts which intimidated him. He definitely did not want to push her way by moving too fast.

She was like Fine China and he’d hate to squeeze too hard and shatter the beautiful glass.

“Are you saying you can’t study in your apartment because of what we did together?” He inquired despite already knowing her answer.

Her ears felt like they were going to burst into flames and fall to ashes on her lap. He was simply asking her a question, but coming from his mouth the impact was so much more than the intent. It felt as if anything he said in context with the two of them streamed into her ears as a sensual prayer.

She knew she could deny it and save herself the embarrassment from the subject at hand, but something about Drew made her want to woman up. As much as she liked him taking the initiative it was nice to also catch him off guard. “Yeah and I can’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself in there.”

“Very funny.” He grinned at her. One of his hands leaving hers and gliding up her arms until it reached the soft skin of her jaw, grasping it in his finger tips, just admiring her beauty. “You know you’re doing the same to me, you just sitting here in my truck looking gorgeous is all I’ll be able to think about while driving now.”

“-I don’t trust myself either.” He admitted.

Isobel’s hair was thrown back into a pony tail, her fly aways curly against forehead making her look more adorable than she usually does. Her dark, chocolate eyes were drooping telling him she was tired and all he wanted to do was take her home and sleep the rest of the day away with her.

How had he not ever gotten lost in her beauty before, in those inviting eyes that sometimes revealed a little more than she was willing to say. He was slowly figuring out how much he liked a girl who found other ways to speak besides their mouth cause it could be so much fun getting it out of her.

Isobel drew her lip into her mouth, biting it as she watched him stare at her in awe. She never knew someone eying her could turn her on, but here lied Drew. It was the way he looked while he did it. Face titled forward so his eyelids were slightly hooded, eyes dark and pupils obviously dilated with a slight smirk resting on his lips. He visibly liked what he saw and she couldn’t get enough of it, especially coming from him, someone she thought could never want her in a million years.

“You want something from me, Izzy?” He questioned with a teasing tone. His finger now at her chin as he pulled her bottom lips down with his thumb breaking the seal of her lips before letting it pop back to its original position only torturing himself in the process. “Tell me, Iz.” Drew whispered, stealing her attention as the sound of her zipper filled the air. He stared straight into her eyes as he slowly unzipped her jacket, the familiar sound somewhat pleasing against her ear drums.

When he was done he leaned toward her, pushing the material down her shoulders finally looking away to watch his own actions, he wanted to take her in even if it was just her arms. His mouth was adjacent to her right ear as he gazed over her shoulder down her clothed back. He wished to grab her wrist and press them against it and take her mouth, but he would wait, like a dog waiting for its owner to give them permission to feast. “Tell me and I promise I’ll give it to you.”

His scent was absolutely deluding her sense of reason, completely altering her brain chemistry or she swears she would’ve answered him by now. Getting back to the library in a timely manner was long an afterthought and all she could think of was the way his soft lips felt against the shell of ear.

“Kiss me.” She finally sighed out.

A moan escaped her lips when one of his hands wrapped around her neck just below her jaw as he stared into her eyes one final time before claiming her lips as his. He kissed her like he was starving, and that he was after not having seen her in days. Isobel kissed him back as intensely as he did her, fully matching his need, his desperation, his passion.

Drew couldn’t describe the buzzing in his gut when she let his tongue enter her warm mouth, making him feel closer than ever to her. A deep moan left his throat, causing goosebumps to scatter her skin in response. Hearing a man vocalizing his pleasure was something she wasn’t used to, and Drew was only making her become obsessed with the concept. “Fuck, you taste good.” He mumbled against her lips as he stopped for a breath.

“Thank you, Drew.” She whispered back only pulling another groan from his chest. He obviously had a name kink, if he wasn’t calling her by that Godforsaken nickname from when they were younger he was spazzing from the girl simply uttering his.

And though she hated the name Izzy, she couldn’t help how it made her feel when it left his lips. That sensual tone lace within his voice as he teased her with his words. She wouldn’t know how her body would react the next time he called her by the name in front of family.

“Come sit on my lap, Iz.” He breathed when he retracted from her and moved his seat back all in one motion.

He didn’t touch her as she moved over the console and placed her thighs on either side of his lap. Swallowing the moan that was threatening his vocal cords as she sat her clothed cunt right against his bulge. Drew was the most turned he’d ever been his life, hard as a rock and all they’d done is kiss. If she let him fuck her tonight all he would do was embarrass himself and waste both of their times.

She sat their eyes low, but pupils dilated, taking him by surprise when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his lips. He followed her mouth when she tried to pull away like a desperate animal, only breaking the kiss when she giggled. “What Drew?”

His dick couldn’t help but jump at his name on her lips, the poor thing was probably leaking at this point. It was like the object of his wet dreams, of all his deepest, filthiest fantasies that could make him cum in his pants was sitting right on his lap.

“Just want you to know you don’t have to thank me every time I give you a compliment, you know?” his hands were still by his sides not touching her at all, he was afraid of what he might do, and from there how quickly he would cum. Asking her to sit on him was most obviously not the best idea but he just couldn’t help himself. He could only hope Isobel was as turned on as he was, if not more. He just wanted to whisper the nastiest shit into her ear until all she could do was squirm in his lap, “Like when you eventually let me eat you until you cum on my sheets, and I tell you how good it tastes I won’t need the gratitude.”

Drew choked as she whined out like a fucking dog at his words, her body lifting and falling back down on his dick as she no less than humped him.

He’d just completely set her off and Isobel didn’t know what do, she felt like she was in heat, completely out of control. All she could do was reach for his big hands and place them on her thighs, guiding them as she ran them up and down her body. The feeling of them only making her rock her hips into his in a slow rhythm, and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to stop.

“Fuck, Izzy, you gonna ruin my pants again, hm?” He egged her on despite the sticky predicament he was dangerously close to being in, but all he could think about her losing control and her using his body as an anchor.

Isobel quickly shut his mouth, switching her pace as she leaning against the steering wheel and slowly ground herself onto his prominent erection. They both watched with pants as she dragged herself back and forth on his hard cock, completely suffocating it over his sweatpants.

He couldn’t look away, like it was the beginning of him being hypnotized by her pussy, but he’s not sure even the holiest man would be able to look away from what she was doing. Drew’s head was clouded, eyes probably completely blackened from lust until a feeling coiling at the pit of his stomach reminded him of why he was trying to shift focus away from himself. This was the last girl he wanted to cum prematurely in front of for obvious reasons including the fact that they sat in front of each other at holiday dinners every year, but his internal struggle didn’t stop her from dragging her wet cunt once more against him. “Izzy, you’re gonna make me fucking cum-“

The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them, he couldn’t help it, the fact that it had been no more than four minutes of her grinding on him not mattering one bit. She didn’t seem to hear him as she let out another whine against his neck quickly speaking after him, “I want you touch me, please, this isn’t enough.”

Her hips stopped their movements, but his continued to push up against her, his cum more than ready to pump out of him. Drew’s hands grabbed her ass, pressing them both down until they were flat on the seat and his hips were no longer stuttering against her gaining some control over himself. “Fuck, turn around for me, please.”

Isobel didn’t object at all as she turned around in his lap, her back now against his chest. She could feel the pounding of his heart pass through her, matching hers perfectly, easing her nerves. Isobel was a relationship girl, only one other guy had touched her intimately like this, and she wasn’t expecting a guy she’d known since she was fourteen to be next.

“I’m not gonna strip you down cause I know you gotta go back and study, Izzy.” He grumbled in her ear. His fingers played with the hem of her leggings for a moment before slipping in but staying outside of her underwear.

He cleared his throat at the feeling of her wetness immediately meeting his pointer and middle fingers. Her panties were completely soaked serving no purpose in containing all that leaked out of her. Isobel’s head knocked back onto his shoulder when he began to rub her clit over the material, saliva pooling in his mouth as she rolled her hips up onto his fingers. It was a fucking sight to see. “That feels so good, Drew.”

“I’m making you feel good on your study break, baby?” Drew muttered against her neck as he kissed the sensitive skin and enjoyed this view of his hands in her pants. She quickly nodded in response, cursing when his fingers dipped down and pressed into her slit, her panties stopping them from entering her.

The fact that they were in front of an academic building on a weekday didn’t hold any importance to cross either of their minds. It was dark and the windows were tinted, but anyone who walked up could make out that Isobel was spread eagle with his fingers shoved between her legs.

“You’re teasing me, I want them inside me.” She demanded still trying to push herself against his hand for some type of relief.

All Drew could do was relent, there was nothing sexier than a girl telling him what they wanted, and he wasn’t sure he knew how to say no to her at the moment. He swiftly pushed the material covering her cunt to the side and slipped his fingers into her suffocating warmth.

They both moaned at the feeling simultaneously, she was in a bliss while Drew imagined himself inside of her. He delayed pumping into her as he just moved his fingers around, curling his knuckles and pushing up against the top of her canal, stripping a squeal out of her. Then he was thrusting his fingers in and out of her, severely knocking the breath out of her lungs.

He wanted this to last forever, her writhing uncontrollably from his actions, but he also wanted to bring her to ecstasy. He knew she would look gorgeous, and when it happened he hoped the image burned in his head so when he closed his eyes it was the only thing he could see.

Isobel’s head was craned upwards toward Drew’s, their tongues rustling as he fucked her with his fingers, she could feel her arousal getting everywhere as he pumped in and out of her. She was getting close and it was like all her body knew to do when she was extremely turned on was rub herself on him.

“Are you about to cum, Izzy? Your pussy’s pulling me back in itself, I’m not even doing anything, so fucking tight I’m gonna get stuck.” Moans were leaving her lips in an embarrassing chant when his thumb rubbed her clit again, prompting her to push back against him as her hips rolled. Drew wheezed at the feeling of his dick right between her ass cheeks, he was going to cum this time and with Isobel on his lap and drunk on pleasure he wasn’t going to be able to stop it, “Fuck, Iz, you want me cum for you?”

“Drew, I’m fucking there, fuck!” Her body stiffened at his filthy words, her mouth falling open against his as pleasure shot through her body, cumming all over his hand. There was nothing she could do but roll her hips as wave after wave hit her like a brick wall, unknowingly milking cum out of her Drew with each roll of her body.

The two fell quiet as they waited for their breathing and heart rate to slow. It was comfortable silence. She wanted more of him, she didn’t want to separate, like if she got back in her seat she would only freeze again.

“Drew.” She whimpered before pressing their lips together again, the tone in her face revealing her need for him.

They’d somehow made whatever was happening all the more intense and that much harder to resist. They’d strayed miles from the line of friendship in under an hour.

He played with her clit some more as they kissed for a few more minutes not tiring of it whatsoever, but Drew knew she had to study. He pulled away from her lips with a peck, removing his hands from her leggings so she could get back in her seat.

Isobel was fixing herself up in the mirror, reapplying lip gloss and smoothing down her ponytail just in case.

“Damn, you taste good, Iz.” She’d stuck one arm in her coat before looking over to see Drew slumped in his seat with his fingers shoved in his mouth, sucking her arousal off of them with his tinted eyes on her.

“I know.”

CLICK FOR PART 3 <3

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invisibleraven · 3 months

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T-R-O-P-E

Trope: Bathing <-AO3 link!

Warnings: Implied sexy times, sex work

Pairing: Julie/Reggie/Kayla

The horses nickered as they came to a stop, getting a pat to the neck as their riders slid down to hitch them to the post outside the small hotel they had found.

Well hotel was probably generous, it was more likely a saloon with rooms to rent, usually with company. But they had been here before, and that was always an optional feature they usually didn’t avail themselves of. Well unless the woman of the house was free and willing.

“You okay darlin’?” Reggie asked Julie as they approached the door.

“Bit sore, long day in the saddle,” Julie replied, hands bracing her back. “And a tad peckish.”

Reggie nodded, looping an arm around her waist. “I’m sure Kayla has something kept warm for us.”

Kayla was the Madame here, and a good friend to them both. They made a point to stop in when they could, between cattle drives and the odd jobs they took in the off season.

She waved as they entered, though it was a subtle thing, as she was with a gentleman at the moment, setting him up with one of her girls for the evening for a decent amount of coin. She was a bit more discerning about the clients she took, but if Julie and Reggie wanted a tumble with her, she was always game. And by the smiles they sent her as they moseyed up to their preferred table for a drink and a bowl of stew, so were they.

Unfortunately, business came first, so Kayla had to kept her callers engaged and happy before she got to have any fun. Finally she was able to sit at their table, snagging the last dregs of Reggie’s ale and Julie’s bread. “Hello my lovelies, what’s new?’

“Cattle rustlers, stagecoach robberies, the usual,” Julie replied, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “Happy to see the old girl standing.”

Kayla smiled, taking in her old bordello, the Sweete Shoppe. She could boast that it was all hers, though she’d had to fight tooth and nail to keep it so. It was clean, her girls were well treated, and good at what they did. So that reputation kept the doors open and the liquor flowing. “Until the next rainy day that takes the roof out anyways,” Kayla conceded. “I presume you’re in need of a room?”

“And a hot bath if you’re able,” Reggie admitted. “Been dying to scrub this dust off of me since Carthage.”

“I may only be able to get you the one tub, but there’s hot water and soap to spare,” Kayla replied. “And I’ll get you the biggest one we’ve got so if you want to share…”

Julie laughed at that. “You know what Reggie is like about his baths.”

“So I like baths, what of it?” Reggie replied with a pout. “But I also like the two of you, especially all wet and soapy so I might be more amenable to sharing.”

“Philanderer,” Kayla teased with a playful smack. “I’ll get Nellie to get the tub on the go if you want to stay for Carrie’s number, and then I’ll join you?”

“Well we can’t miss Carrie,” Julie agreed, blowing Kayla a kiss as she went off to arrange things, Reggie winking when she looked back at the pair.

It wasn’t too much later that she escorted them to their room-the large copper tub steaming and full of suds, making Reggie groan in bliss. He and Julie used the small pitcher and basin to rinse off the worst of the dust while Kayla amused herself fluffing pillows and adding some of her private stock of oils and perfumes to the bath.

Reggie sunk in first-he really was the bigger fan of baths, sighing as the heat released some of the tension in his sore muscles. Julie sat opposite him once her curls were arranged atop her head, stretching out her legs until her toes tickled his hip. His scowl did little to discourage her until he sent a flurry of suds her way, causing a shriek.

“I have plenty of soap, you fiend!” she teased, making a show of rubbing the yellow bar over her body oh so slowly, noting his rapt attention.

Reggie was less diligent with his cleaning, until Kayla stopped his rush and told him to make sure he made the most of the bath since goodness knows when he’d have another. She smirked as he slowed down, his eyes flitting between Julie still sensually washing herself and Kayla oh so slowly taking off her clothing until she shimmied over to the tub.

Kayla sat just outside the tub for a bit, admiring them both, helping wash those places that are hard to reach on one’s own. And perhaps letting her clever fingers wander to the places they all longed for her to touch in a fleeting, teasing manner. “Room for me?” she asked coyly.

“Always mi cielo,” Julie replied, pulling her legs back, with Reggie moving his so that she could sit between them.

Kayla almost moaned as she submerged herself in the hot water-it was bliss after a long and sweaty day. Plus the tender affections from the two surrounding her didn’t hurt either. Rough and calloused hands that worked the soreness from her shoulders, softer ones that lathered her body with soap. “You two spoil me,” she purred.

“Well you always take such good care of us,” Reggie rasped, snagging her earlobe with his teeth, making her gasp. Then even louder as his large hands pried her thighs open for Julie to assault with her own brand of clever touches that made Kayla long for more.

“Someone has to take care of you,” Julie continued, all predatory and pulling Kayla into a kiss. Uncaring that it was sloppy from the start or that it sent water sloshing over the side of the tub as her hands found her target, Reggie’s coming up to massage her breasts. She was gasping for breath when Julie pulled away, only to have her mouth then captured by Reggie, a passionate, eager kiss that had her mind reeling.

Finally Kayla wrenched her mouth away, fanning herself. “Well after that you two can care for me anytime-though I suggest we move this to the bed before we flood my saloon.”

They were wet and slippery and giggling as they got out, racing for the bed, uncaring as they soaked the sheets-Kayla had fresh ones laid out for later anyways-she knew what they were like. Plus their fun always ensured there was a need for two sets regardless.

It was much later-sated, and luxuriating in the now cooling bath to wash off the rest of their mess that Kayla sighed. “I suppose you’re off again in the morning?”

“You know we have to go sweetness-our life is never a restful one,” Reggie said mournfully, punctuating it with a kiss to the back of her hand.

“We’ll come back when we can, you know that,” Julie promised, kissing the inside of her wrist.

“I just wish it could be more often,” Kayla lamented. “But I could never leave here to be with you, and I know your lives are migratory at the best of times.”

“Maybe they don’t have to be,” Reggie said. “We could find work around here easily enough.”

“I couldn’t ask you to-”

A finger found its way to Kayla’s lips. “We’re not saying you are,” Julie assured her. “We’re offering. We miss you while we’re out there, so this would be a way for us all to be happy.”

“And you wouldn’t get jealous when I take clients?” Kayla asked, her voice small.

“We’ve always been good with sharing,” Reggie replied. “As long as we get priority.”

Kayla laughed at that, but nodded, then shivering as the water started to turn frigid. “Okay, out out, I know even if you like baths you can’t like cold ones.”

They all agreed, wrapping themselves in thick robes and towels as the tub got carted away, feasting on a late night snack of fruit and pastry-luxuries that Julie and Reggie didn’t often get out on the trail. Then off to bed, sleeping soundly in their clean sheets-well until the morning when they mussed them up again.

Usually when Julie and Reggie checked out, Kayla was a little melancholy, but not today-they had promised to come back soon, and to stay, at least for a while after that. This time the separation wouldn’t be as agonizing. Still she took her time helping them dress-twisting Julie’s curls into a braid, straightening Reggie’s vest, pinning the silver stars to their chest.

“Spose we should settle accounts before we mosey,” Reggie said. “How much Kay-Kay?”

“Ten,” Kayla replied. “For the room, food, and bath.”

“And the company?” Julie asked.

Kayla shook her head, grinning at them both. “For you two? I’m complimentary.”

#trope bingo fills #my stuff #writing #julie and the phantoms

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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Moving To LA

Izzy was smoking a cigarette at the Greyhound bus station, tapping his foot against the wet LA pavement from a rare storm that had blown through an hour before. It had caused the bus to be later, traffic having backed up on the freeways and delaying the arrival of his childhood friend.

The bus finally was pulling up, creaking to a stop, brakes squealing from a driver who hit them too hard and frequently. Izzy was peering up, looking at the foggy wet windows and wondering if he was going to be able to see Axl.

One by one people streamed off, haggard and half nauseous from the car sickness of the long ride. He waited as old ladies with too much drug store perfume assed by. Looked over the runaways trying to make their way in a city as lost as they were. Finally catching sight of Axl descending the stairs.

Axl wore a gray sweatshirt and blue jeans. Worn white tennis shoes and a duffel bag completed the look. He made it down two stairs before turning around, hands reaching back and Izzy cursed, seeing a little girl who couldn’t have been older than two resting her pretty head on his shoulder.

Axl caught sight of Izzy, raised a hand in greeting as he made his way over.

“Who is that?” the words came out before he could stop them, watching the girl stick her thumb into her mouth. Round eyes taking in the new sights around her as she glanced around LA for the first time.

Axl gave Izzy a look that let him know it was a long story that they would be discussing, just shaking his head a bit to let him know that it wasn’t the time to have this discussion.

But Izzy was very freaked out by the presence of a child. Especially since Axl was supposed to be crashing at his place. Izzy lived with his girlfriend who used heroin and would sometimes leave her drugs on the coffee table in the perfect grabbing distance of a little kids chubby fingers. PLus Izzy didn’t know much about children so Axl showing up with one was a shock.

“Her name is Heather but I call her Health like the candy bar.” Axl said. The little girl raised her head, those big eyes staring into Izzy’s soul and reminded him of someone from long ago.

Axl had the same feeling when he saw Heath for the first time. The same gut reaction with his blood running cold as mental math began. Axl had already done the math and he knew that it was with him of Izzy that were the little girls father. But he also knew that he couldn’t leave the kid in Lafayette with her mother who didn’t have the time or patience for a little girl.

“Fuck.” Axl nodded his head as the girl scrunched up her nose at the words and Izzy blanched again thinking about how he was going to have to worry about his language around this child. “Shit.” she smirked at this, Izzy not being able to control the foul words that came out.

“Shit.” she mimicked, both men trying to hide their smirks as her sweet baby voice said a curse word. It wasn’t funny but it felt appropriate for the situation.

“Yeah, Heath. Shit is right.” Axl praised as he followed Izzy along the sidewalk, adjusting the kid on his hip. He didn’t want to put her down and have her run off before he could grab her hand. Plus Heath was so small it wasn’t like he was carrying something that weight a million pounds.

Izzy was quiet on the walk, chain smoking and making Axl walk on the inside of teh sidewalk because he didn’t want anything happening to the kid in his friends arms. He was thinking about her mother, Leeann. The way they would fuck in teh back seat of his rusted out car. Hot and heavy without protection because they were dumb kids. Izzy had found out Axl had also been banging her and the two, who could have fought about it bonded over it in a way only teenage boys could.

Now there was a baby.

A few hours later Heath was asleep in Izzy’s bed. His girlfriend had freaked out at the sight of a kid and cleared out. Izzy didn’t blame her and if it wasn’t a mess he had potentially got himself into he would have cleared out too. Axl seemed really calm about the whole thing.

“Guess we should talk about Heath now.” he said, finishing cleaning up the mess of the house and childproofing a space that was definitely not made for kids. Izzy was used to Axl being high strung and this side of him where he seemed in control threw him off, “I like her a lot. We don’t have to do a test or anything, I’m fine raising her and being her dad.”

That was it, Izzy thought. Axl was a good dad. It was like he had managed to mellow out from having a kid. But Izzy couldn’t help but worry that the kid was his and he felt this responsibility to her.

“What if it’s not ours?” Axl shrugged, pulling out paperwork and showing it to his friends. He had signed somethings saying that Heather was his and he legally had parental rights over her.

“When you left I was there. I’ve been with Heather since she was a baby.” so Axl had raised her this whole time and hadn’t told Izzy. Something about that didn’t sit well with him,

Izzy felt like he had been cheated.

“We should get tested, just in case.” Izzy said. But he could tell Axl didn’t want to really know because blood work didn't matter, Heather was his daughter in his heart and that was all that mattered.

Axl shook his head and Izzy didn’t get why this was a fight. How could trying to get paternity be such a big deal? Axl had brought her here knowing it would happen.

“Listen, I just thought.” Axl was trying to find his words. “If she’s yours I mean…fuck..” And Izzy knew he couldn’t lose her.

“I guess we’re raising a kid together then.'' The two men looked at each other, eyes meeting and knowing they needed to have a drink as they thought about this.

Two dads trying to be rockstars. What could go wrong?

#axl rose #izzy stradlin #Axl Rose fanfic #Axl Rose fan fic #Axl Rose fanfiction #Izzy Stradlin fanfic

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writing-good-vibes · 1 year

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mother is the name for god

here we are, my first fic for halloween ends. honestly i've wanted to write something since the movie came out and i'm pretty happy with this !! WARNING for corey having major mommy issues, general themes of depression and anxiety, implied emotional and mildly implied psychical abuse

No matter how badly Corey tried to stay out of his momma's clutches, it was no use. It never worked. And he had been trying, in one way or another, for as long as he could remember. He could never get away. This is how it was meant to be.

By the time they get home from the courthouse, it's way past dinner. Corey was still in his suit, an off-the-rack two piece he'd had since high school and had been forgotten at the back of his closet, until now. It still felt itchy on his back, enough to make his skin crawl, even after so many months of hearings.

Ronald was driving, his driving posture relaxed, though his tense fingers on the steering wheel gave him away. Momma was talking in the passenger seating, damning the judge and the jury and the Allens -- anyone else she could think of really -- for their incompetence. For putting her boy through what they did. Corey sat silently in the back, low in his seat as they re-entered Haddonfield.

When they stop to pick up dinner from the Chinese restaurant in town, Corey should be pleased. He doesn't think he could stomach his momma's cooking, especially not after the day he'd had. But he doesn't feel much like celebrating either, even when momma let's them eat their take out off of tv trays in the lounge.

Corey goes to bed as soon as he can. He watches the soft blink of the radio tower in the distance, but it doesn't lull him to sleep like it sometimes managed too. He rolls onto his side instead, squinting without his glasses to watch the clock on his bedside tick over, one minute after the next. He can feel it, the churning wave inside him that is building, pulling back from the shore like a tsunami before impact. It starts to overwhelm him. the weight of the world that had been forced into his shoulders was finally going to crush him, Corey thinks, a weight so heavy he was scared he'd never be able to get up again.

He needs to escape before the wave breaks and there's only one place to go. Only one place left.

He gets out of bed, feet landing lightly on the floorboards. A habit. Corey drags the blanket from the end of his bed, a greying baby blue thing he's had since he was small, and sets off down the hall.

Ronald comes out of his parents bedroom, and Corey flinches as though he's been caught doing something he shouldn't be. A moment passes between them that feels longer than it probably is. Ronald smiles, something close to sympathetic but not quite. He must see something though, in the way Corey's eyes are wet or in the twitch of his lip. He's seen Corey cry before.

The moment passes and he claps Corey on the shoulder, "It's okay, kid. It'll be okay." Ronald continues down the hall and down the stairs.

Momma's bedroom door creaks, it has for as long as Corey can remember. He cracks the door to his momma's room and peers inside. She's sat up in bed, glasses slipping down her nose and smoothing lotion into her hands.

"Ronald," she starts before looking up at the door. When she sees instead that it is Corey, she frowns. Her voice grates in the quiet night, "Corey? What are you doing out of bed?"

But Corey is already inside, shutting the door behind him and he can't stop his lip from quivering, can't stop the tears blurring his vision even further as he drags the blanket along behind him.

"Oh," Joan throws her arms open and beckons her baby forward. "Corey, come here."

Corey crawls under the comforter, in besides his mother. He cries; endless tears trailing down his cheeks and his nose streaming. His momma pulls him into her arms, against her chest. All he can smell is the old fashioned perfume she wears and the cigarettes they both pretend she doesn't smoke. All he can feel is the softness of her nightgown and her cruel, fierce embrace. He's tried running away from it before, but for once in his whole life, this is all he wants.

"Momma," he cries, letting himself hold onto her for dear life. "Momma, m'sorry, m'sorry, m'sorry..."

She shushes him gently, not in that whip sharp way she would when he got too rowdy as a child, a sound that served as a warning for something sharper to come. No, this time is was gentle, so genuinely gentle, that it made him cry even harder.

"It's okay, baby," and Corey doesn't see the ghost of a smile on her lips, "your mother will always, always love you."

When Corey first started preschool, he cried every single day. The other parents at the school yard, the ones Joan spoke to before alienating them entirely, told her it that yes, it was difficult, but now was the right time to cut the apron strings. That Corey needed to learn how to socialise. Joan smiled tightly and pushed down the anger that surged through her. How could these people tell her it was the right thing to do, to let her baby hurt so much? Every day Corey cried, and every day he would come home, climb into his momma's lap and let her rock him. The years would pass by and he'd learn better.

His breath rattles softly in his chest as the tears dry up and he finally catches his breath and Corey falls into an empty, dreamless sleep.

In the morning he will wake up and know that he let himself fall back into her clutches. Know that she has him. But tonight he stays where he is, clinging to his mother.

#corey cunningham #halloween ends #joan cunningham hate club #this has been floating around my brain and my drafts for a while so i finally finished it

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twistedapple · 7 months

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I have decided to share the beginning of my BG3 fic! Keep in mind it'll be subjected to an editing process so it's not necessarily matching what you'll see in the final product (especially since I'm still working on getting Raphael's tone right).

A BGM for the vibe, as well as a sneaky peek into the WIP playlist I have for Nuria, my OC. After that post, get ready for Part 3 of my Perfume Rant, which will be about Nuria and give us more insight into the type of character she is.

@kiss-inferna since you requested a ping for the Nuria content :)

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Something was brewing, the echoes of change running through the Planes as a great change was starting to unfold. The Mortal Plane needed to be mended, and superior forces were hard at work to put some order back into the giant mess caused by the Spellplague and the death of too many Gods. While mortals would be able to find relief in this resolution, in the years to come, this entire process was not exactly to everybody's taste, and agitation could be felt in the Nine Hells. With Gods dead and their portfolio rearranged, devils had notoriously benefitted for the straying of souls to strike many a valuable deal, however it seemed that Ao's intervention was going to slow things down a bit.

Not all of them worried, though. For all of his dislike of chaos, Raphael still had hope that mortals would behave as they usually did. It was a matter of waiting, observing, and striking at the right time to obtain worthy deals and snatch valuable souls. Besides, certain lands on the Mortal Plane were a proof that no matter how much higher divinities could intervene, chaos would always find a way.

The cambion was standing in front of a tall mirror, one among the many in his Chamber of Egress, that facilitated his travels around the Mortal Plane. Through it, a warm wind could be felt, sand rustling under a burning sun. Calim Desert displayed its expense through the mirror, its quietness a complete lie. While many a land had been ravaged through the various catastrophes that had erupted in the wake of the Spellplague, Calimshan had been embroiled in a chaos of its very own making, old history rearing its violence-inclined head to take hold of the country again. In the years following the Spellplague, the Calimemnon Crystal holding genies Memnon and Calim sealed in the desert shattered, resulting in the genies coming back to fight for control of the then wealthy mercantile nation. In the process, genasi of various elements, having lived hidden for generations and passing as humans, had revealed themselves and picked a side, Air against Fire, Djinn against Efreet, once again for the Second Era of Skyfire. The devastation that followed had been a real feast, feeding opportunistic devils for decades in a process eased by the notorious absorption of Azuth, the God of Magic revered in Calimshan, by Asmodeus himself. Anybody wishing for more magical power became an easy target. This decades-long conflict kept going even after Memnon and Calim's banishment to the Elemental Chaos, the once prosperous kingdom being turned into slavers' land as numerous genasi proclaimed themselves rulers and maintained the fights, while the human stronghold of Almraiven felt like the last place of decency in a sea of unabashed decadence. The latest event in a long series of miseries had been the murder of Pasha Marod el Arhapan by his own son, leading not only to the destruction of the fighting arena of Calimport by way of floating palace that had fallen on it following the aforementioned murder, but also the political fall of the city in the hands of Marod's Vizar, the scheming genie Shahrokh.

The place was a vile and incredibly lucrative nest of vipers, that was for certain. However, Raphael had been focusing on a highly specific type of soul - one directly associated with the noble djinns from the Elemental Plane of Air. One that could be in the best position to provide him with a mighty tool if mentored in the right direction. Before Calim's banishment, some of his retainers had joined him to support his efforts against Memnon. Noble djinn Kacem was one of them, and he had graciously left something behind with his departure. His half-elemental progeny, Isham, had then mingled with an air genasi sorceress working for Shahrokh, a spymaster named Ashemmi who in turn blessedly provided Raphael with what he had been hoping for, without even needing his nudge. He allowed 20 more years to pass before aiming for the soul he was seeking to obtain.

Now, the 20 years had just passed, and it was time for him to make his move. He had made this precious soul wait long enough, after all.

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After the murder of Marod and the subsequent chaos caused by the fall of his floating palace over the arena, Shahrokh found his duties doubled. As a vizar, he had to keep the city reined in in the wake of the brutal destruction, however he also had to keep an eye on both allies and foes, the whole lot of them vultures ready to scavenge what had been left after Marod's brutal rule, ready to take over and use the opportunity to frame themselves as saviour of the city. The genie would not allow such a thing to happen, and strenghtened his own political position by increased use of spies and assassins to keep everybody in check.

What he had not seen coming - although, in hindsight, he should have anticipated it - was to see one of his advisors entangled with a devil to support his cause - not just the political one, but also the more personal goal of figuring out how to release the mighty djinn Calim from the Elemental Chaos so he could restore his righteous rule over Calimshan.

That was how he found himself indirectly involved in the diabolical deal as well, as the devil in question, Raphael, had requested a meeting to clarify certain points.

Shahrokh floated through the old Palace, shunned by the late Marod but so much more appropriate for ruling. He had a devil to meet.

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The circular room was ample and pleasantly cross by a breeze. In classic Calimshite fashion, it was covered in ornate tiles and elaborate carpets, its arched ceiling shining with golden mozaics. Raphael did have a soft spot for lavish displays of wealth, and Calimshan never failed him in that regard. He was seating in one of the richly carved chairs surrounding a round table and settling the negotiations with the genie Vizar and his genasi advisors. No matter the state of this country, one couldn't remove the mercantile part of these Calimshites, who were definitely set on getting the best out of this bargain. Raphael did enjoy it when his potential clients were playing hard to get and entertained himself in the process, keeping his own personal goal well under wraps.

-Thirty souls in exchange for the Ritual of Return? Considering the importance of that book, I am afraid you are being a low bidder right now. Surely, you have souls more valuable than those of thirty slaves...

-Add the soul of whoever is holding one of the books on top, in that case. If it is hidden even from my sight, it must be kept by someone who can at least be considered competent.

-Hm... And what about the security, then? Who among you will sign this deal?

As the negotiations were taking place, polite but sharp exchanges over the conditions of the contract, a small and slender figure was moving around the table and serving the men. Dressed in twilight, she moved silently, each one of her gestures poised and elegant. Raphael occasionally set his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her golden earring dangling softly, hands covered in tinted patterns skillfully serving hot tea in the theatrical fashion of the country. Her clothes would rustle softly, the light and high-waisted trousers providing a subtle view of her shapely legs, the golden embroideries of her short, purple jacket catching the sun. She kept her hair up and under an elaborately tied scarf, strands of dark air still coiling around her heart-shaped face. Their eyes met at some point, and she was quick to lower her own dark doe eyes, prettily lined with khôl, with the deference of a servant.

When she approached to serve him, however, he noticed a very different story. As she leaned right next to him, he breathed in a metallic rose, damp from a storm and something else. When she left, the ghost of her perfume lingered, turning into an enticing pepper-and-incense, along with the slight feeling of a fresh breeze.

The negotiations kept going until a common agreement had been reached. Whatever Raphael would get from this contract, he considered a gratifying bonus to his own plans. What he hadn't been expecting, however, was the way the meeting concluded. Suddenly, Shahrokh turned to the serving woman, and all eyes turned on her.

-What do you think of that, Nuria?

Maintaining her elegant composure, a faint and polite smile lighting up her face, Nuria took a second to choose her words before replying in a soft, breathy voice that effortlessly carried through the room.

-I'm afraid the clause regarding assistance in the various tasks hasn't been clarified, oh my Vizar.

Her smile never fully reached her eyes, which suddenly went from quiet deference to alert calculation. She had the look of someone who already knew the reply to her own comment. Shahrokh turned to Raphael, crossing his fingers before speaking.

-With our current occupations, you may understand that not all hands can be on deck. Nuria yr Ashemmi el Kacem will remain available for you as a consequence. Anything relating to this contract will pass through her - I personally vouch for her trustworthiness and discretion.

With that, Nuria bowed respectfully in agreement to the task. When their eyes met again, all trace of the quiet servant had disappeared. Raphael had to contain his own exultation. The first step of his plan was well underway and served to him on a silver platter.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 OC #bg3 OC nuria #nuria yr ashemmi el kacem #reminder that the story starts 10 years prior to the events of BG3 #So it's 1482DR in Calimport #and things are about to get WILD in Calimshan lol wait for it #feedback is welcome so feel free to reply and reblog!#You're also welcome to guess Nuria's class and background!

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obsessedwithkpopfics · 1 year

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Sickie: BM

Caretaker: Hwaiting Season 2 cast

BM p.o.v

I got to the studio to film this week's episode of Hwaiting. I was the second to last person there. The only one that wasn't there yet was Ashley. Apparently she had to pick up something for this week's episode. Unfortunately Kevin wasn't able to join us this week so there was definitely something missing from the chaos.

Ashely finally arrived and we started filming. The two hosts started explaining the game, and I noticed something strange, there was a smell. Not a bad smell but definitely a strong smell. And it was starting to cause my nose to get itchy. Which very rarely happened. I chose to ignore it of course, and filming progressed. It was going pretty well, we got some great cuts and I felt pretty good. That was until I felt my nose start tickling like crazy. I started sniffling trying to hold back the tickle. But unfortunately, the tickle didn't go away. I felt my breath hitch and immediately turned away from the camera. "HhTkSchu!-" I rubbed my nose and shook my head. "Bless you" the others said, "thanks" I sniffled a bit. "You good?" Junny asked. Ashley looked concerned. "Yep, sorry" I apologized quickly for interrupting filming. The others brushed it off and went back to filming. We were barely started on the actual game when I felt the sensation get overwhelming once again. "Guys, can we stop for a second"

"Yeah, you okay?" Ashley asked, quickly going into mom mode. "Yeah" my breath hitched slightly. I moved away from the others, "ehKTchu! hh-ktchUH!"

"Bless you."

"Thanks. We can continue now." I said. "Are you okay?" Ashley asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." She looked like she didn't believe me but didn't say anything to which I was grateful. Filming went on for a few more minutes before I felt like sneezing again. I turned away again. "HhkCHu!- HkTSchUh!-" "Bless you and are you sure you're okay?" I nodded, "yo hyung, your eyes are super red" Eric pointed out, makes sense, they're super itchy I thought to myself. "Actually yeah" Jacob agreed, "Hyung are you allergic to anything?" Ten asked over the others who were all making comments about my eyes. "Not that I know of. At least I never really have been" I barely got the words out before my breath hitched again, "hh-ktchUH! ehh- HhKtchu- EhTchHu!"

"Bless you"

"How high is the pollen count? Because it could be that?" Junny suggested, but Eric shook his head, "it is was pollen Jacob would be reacting too."

"That's true" Jacob agreed, he sounded a bit shy about it. "Then I don't know what's wrong. I don't usually just sneeze randomly. Especially not this much"

"Is it something in here? Like a candle or something?" I shrugged. "I don't know." We were about to keep discussing before Ashley asked me, "Is it my perfume? It's a new one and you started sneezing precisely after I came into the room." I shrugged again. "Maybe."

"Try sniffing it." Said Ashley and I nodded and she handed me her perfume bottle. I smelled it and immediately turned away from them. "HhtKScHu! HhtKschu! HhtKScHu! Ugh."

"Bless you. I think we figured out the problem now." Jacob said, he looked a bit concerned. "Maybe I should change quickly. I'll be right back guys" Ashley said, she left the room. "You okay hyung?" YangYang asked, "yeah, my nose is itchy though"

"Hopefully it will get better now that Ashley is changing," Junny said. I noticed how concerned they all looked.

Ashley came back and already I noticed that the smell was almost gone, "sorry Mathew. You okay?"

"Yeah, I mean I am now. We should get to filming"

Thankfully filming went pretty smoothly, I only sneezed once, but near the end after being so close to Ashley I started to get an itchy nose again and kept sniffling to keep myself from sneezing any more. After doing this for more than 10 minutes, I felt the need to sneeze finally overpower me as I turned away. "HtskSCHu!- HkstSchu!- HktSchuH!-"

"Bless you. Okay that's it for filming today, let's get you home." Said Ashley and I nodded, too tired to deny it. We packed our stuff and Junny drove me to my dorm. As I was getting out, he asked "Do you want us to come with you?" And I nodded gratefully. The cast of Hwaiting made it into my empty dorm and Ashley immediately pointed towards the shower and gave me an authoritative look to which I nodded. After taking a shower, I took my meds before I made my way to the couch. "Wanna watch the new episode of Hwaiting?" I asked and they all agreed somewhat reluctantly. I smiled. Ashley had the most disgusted look on her face, "I hate watching myself" I laughed, "well I like bullying you, so perfect" she rolled her eyes, the others laughed, "you guys are such siblings" Jacob commented, "they really are" YangYang agreed. I flicked on the TV, finding the episode, and we started watching it. We were partway through the episode when I heard my own sneeze. I looked up from my phone, "why did they keep that in!!?" The others laughed, "giving the people what they want!"

"NO!!" I covered my face with my hands, "that's embarrassing" the others started laughing. "Hey, we want it to be genuine." Junny said while laughing. "You're all mean. "You're all banned from my dorm from now on. This is bullying." Ashley literally fell off the couch because she was laughing so hard. I rolled my eyes, "this is your fault" I said, gently kicking her. This just made her laugh harder. I sighed when they all finally stopped laughing. I felt exhausted. I guess it showed on my face as Ashley said "Okay time to sleep now. We'll leave you then." I smiled at them. " Thanks for today guys." Junny lifted an eyebrow at me. "For what?" I rolled my eyes. "For taking care of me. Thanks guys."

"No problem." Said Ashley. "See ya." Said Junny and I waved them out.

#kpop #kpop sickfic #snz #hwaiting #kard #ladies code #wayv #the boyz #bm #ashley choi #yangyang #ten #eric sohn #jacob bae #junny

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I didn’t know you like Hatstache as well! Do you have any stories you like with them? There’s not too many that I’ve been able to find…

I like them and I like the other ships as well! Too bad I am too busy to join hatstache week. I have some headcanons for them too. Hope this helps you out!

👑They love each other. But they spend little time being aware of it. They are still best friends. After plenty of fun in the sun and after the sun has set, they gradually begin to remember that the other is their lover and are embarrassed. They have enough love for each other, but about half of it is friendship. They will spend five days of the week as friends and the other two days as lovers.

👑Their love is very sweet and sour. The way they whisper their love is like a little songbird humming, and when they both hug the other as lovers, they will hug much more tenderly than when they hug as friends. It is usually Mustache girl who tells the sweetest message. She puts her lips to her right ear and whispers to Hatkid. Hatkid nods slowly, as if savoring it, and returns the love with a kiss. Mustache Girl likes to express her love in words, and Hatkid likes to express her love in action.

👑They live together in her spaceship. Well, there is no doubt that a fluffy bedroom filled with cushions is more comfortable than a cave. Mustache girl wakes up early and makes breakfast with Cooking Cat, then eats it with Hat kid. Her favorite is fruit jam pancakes. She is so happy to be able to make her favorite breakfast with the fabulous cook, because there isn't much sweet food in Mafia Town. When she was lonely, her breakfast consisted of only baked eggs, fish, and a piece of toast.

👑They also look forward to having a small fashion show in their bedroom on the weekends. They are each other's models and each other's stylists. Hatkid was never interested in fashion to begin with, but Mustache girl is interested in pretty clothes and makeup. But that was never available in Mafia Town. She likes to curl her prized mustache with a small hair iron and check herself beautifully dressed in the mirror. Hat kid also loves this little fashion show, and for that reason she has recently started buying clothes. She adventures in Death Wish just to collect clothes.

👑I think we've all experienced the overabundance of pons as we play Death Wish. Pons are currency, but they are of no use in Hat kid's homeland, so she will occasionally go shopping for the purpose of consuming them in bulk. When she does, she will take all the members who live on her spaceship with her. She will go back to her ship with a smile on her face, having bought large quantities of food, clothes, bows, games, books, sheet music, and so on. However, when they go on a date alone, they don't make very big purchases. At most, they buy perfume and nail polish for their partner. Instead they cherish the time they feel they spend together as lovers, not friends.

👑Mustache girl loves the spaceship. She especially likes the engine room. There is a mafia boss who is binned there, so she often visits there for the purpose of ridiculing him. And she also likes to listen to the band. There was no time at all in Mafia Town to relax enough to listen to music. She is friends with Bowkid. Sometimes they play together on the beach, and sometimes she invites Bow kid to fashion shows. She doesn't talk about Snatcher. They are a little scared of each other. Mustache girl's soft blonde hair reminds Snatcher of Vanessa, and Mustache girl remembers the nightmares she had when she was little. But they do try to understand each other. They joke around with each other, trying to get to know the other. On days when a small fashion show is held, Snatcher reads his book in a small space just beyond where he dives under the cushions. He is afraid that Mustache girl will wear Vanessa's dress.

👑These are the most peaceful headcanons! I can't avoid mentioning timepieces. If this relationship is after the finale, Hat kid will come here a few times a year and spend some sweet time with Mustache girl. Many times she will need to be separated from her, but Mustache girl needs to fix up Mafia Town. There is a limit to how much time she can spend with her. Mustache girl does not want anyone to disturb or destroy her time with Hatkid. She will cherish this time even more. If this relationship started before the finale, it will have started before the mafia boss is defeated. And when the fight by the timepiece begins, they will temporarily cease to be lovers and friends.

👑What is the purpose of Mustache girl in this case? She knows that the Hat kid will eventually go home. And she may never come back here again. The time spent waiting, repeatedly trusting and doubting her lover, will be truly painful. But she cannot abandon Mafia Town. She has several things that are really important to her. It will all be solved if she does not let Hat kid leave. She needs to secure at least 20 timepieces. Even if she can't do that, she can break into the spaceship and take all the timepieces before the finale. She must then hide or destroy them. The amplification of malice by the timepiece is inevitable. Especially if the reason is love.

👑If she were to use the hourglass, it would be used to repeat happy times. That is, from the moment Hat kid visits Mafia Town to the moment she goes to Mafia headquarters. This time would be repeated over and over again to try to keep the patchy romance alive for a longer period of time. Hat kid will naturally notice this repetition right away. And she will try to convince Mustache girl before she hits her lover. Mustache girl will try to convince Hat Kid to give up her hometown with lots of love. If a fight breaks out, Mustache girl will win, of course. No amount of Hat kid can match her power with the timepiece. In the finale, she was able to defeat the girl because of the help of her friends. But now? Many of her friends don't remember her because time is repeating itself only in Mafia Town.

👑Only Bow kid can repair this relationship. She will adventure to many places under the watchful eye of Mustache girl and will pull in many friends to stop Mustache girl's outbursts. Otherwise, Hat kid will gradually fall into Stockholm Syndrome. She will lose interest in returning home and focus only on the facts in front of her. Even if it is justice that is never right, she accepts it and adapts to it for instinctive reasons. She is still a child, and it is a mistake to expect her to have the mental capacity of an adult. When that happens, Mafia Town will probably quickly regain its former self.

👑She really loves each other. Mustache girl likes to watch movies where Hat Kid is active. She is a kid so I don't think she is too good with bad endings. She would probably prefer DJ Grooves' movies. Hat kid also likes to hear adventure stories from Mustache girl. She has exposed herself to harsh environments, and the girl has a genuine thrill, which allows her to create interesting stories.

That's all I can remember so far! Perhaps if I had read " Little Red Riding Hood" a few more headcanons might have been born. Anyway I love them! I hope you enjoy it.

#a hat in time #ahit headcanons #my headcanons #ahit hat kid #ahit mustache girl #hat kid #mustache girl #hatstache

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