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[toxicanonymity]

Parole.

3k words, joel miller x f!reader

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SUMMARY: PWP. Phone sex and just-got-out-of-jail sex.  

WARNINGS: I8+, dirty talk, jacking off, groping while driving, oral F receiving, Unsafe P in V intercourse, semi-public (bathroom). Reader can sit on a sink.

A/N: cellmate's nephew!Joel, part 3 of 3 (just 8k total) , follows Jailbird and Collect Calls but you just need to know his aunt Mabel is your cellmate. This is the last of Jailbird for the foreseeable future. It’s been a fun diversion.  This is not the last of Jojo.

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All goes well at your parole hearing. After you get your 72 Hour release notice, you call Joel. 

He answers the phone, "You're gettin' out," and you can hear his smile. 

"How did you–did Mabel tell you?"

"Had a feeling.  So what, 3 days now?" He opens and squirts the lube. 

"9pm Monday."

"You just made my dick so hard, baby."

"Jojo. . ."

"Hmm?"

"God, sorry - Joel"

"Call me whatever ya want, jailbird. Mm. Call me joel, call me jojo--mm, call me call me any time baby”

“Can’t wait to be on the other side of that glass.” 

"And I'm gonna pop that post-penny cherry" (post-penitentiary) 

“Shhh”

"What they're gonna un-parole ya 'cause there’s a hard dick waitin’ for ya?"

“Well, I like the sound of that,”  you purr. 

“Oh we’re gonna get nasty, baby,” he breathes. 

“Mmm”

“You wear thongs, g-strings, whatcha wear?” His fist slurps up and down his cock. 

“Thongs,” you tell him. “Boy shorts if I wanna be comfy.” 

“Damn. . . that ass in boy shorts?  Whew.” 

“How ‘bout you?”

“Boxer briefs.” 

“Mm, shoulda known. Those tight-ass pants”

“Yeah, ya like’em?”

“Like how ya wear’em”

“How’s that”

“Packing somethin’ fat and juicy for me.”

He moans. “Fuck yeah i am, just for you baby”

“Just for me?”

“‘S’all for you, baby. How ya want it first?”

“Honey, I just want it.”

“Can i come inside ya?”

“Mmmm, yeah. . .” 

“Fuck, i’m gonna pump you full,” his voice tells you he’s already close. 

“You better.” 

“Fuck yeah, baby.” His hand is moving faster. “Ohhh, fuck” He shudders and groans long and drawn out as he comes.

“Started without me didn’t ya” 

“Wouldn’t do that,” he says in a transparently false tone. 

“Hope ya can last longer than that,” you tease.

“Fuck you,” he laughs. “Shit, maybe I can’t. ‘S’what ya do to me, baby.” 

“Then we’ll just have to do it again.”

“Oh I’m grocery shoppin’ like it’s the apocalypse. Won’t have to leave the house for a week.”

—------

Mabel gives you one last poke-and-stick tattoo, a heart on your other hand, mirroring the location of your "clover." The last thing she tells you is, “He’s snipped, ya know. I took care of him after he did it. ” 

“Nice.”

“Yeah, he knows he's not dad material," she explains, then lightens the mood with, "he's daddy, not dad," and a wink. 

You're gonna miss her. But if things go well with Joel, you’ll see her again in a few months. 

—----

Walking down the ramp from the tower toward the jail lobby, you can taste the freedom and almost forget what you’re wearing – booty skirt, platform heels, mesh crop top, fishnets. 

His posture is what catches your eye first. Feet spread, arms crossed. Your eyes fall to his bulge then pan up to a white t-shirt struggling to contain the tattooed arms crossed in front of him. Gold chain, Adam's Apple. As his face comes into focus, he tilts his head back and squints, pursing his lips in a pained expression as he looks at you. His expression is enough to remind you what you’re wearing. By the time you reach him, he’s biting his lip, shaking his head at you with his eyes smiling. 

He opens his arms and wraps around you for a full-body hug. He smells like fresh cologne, and he feels safe and comfortable.  He feels like – ohhh, yeah, he’s already getting hard. You’re holding a plastic bag of your belongings—phone and keys—against his back. 

“God damn,” he whispers into your hair and his pelvis subtly presses his growing arousal into you. He murmurs, “Mmm, let’s get the fuck outta here.” 

He grabs your hand and your shoes click as you walk through the sliding doors to the parking lot. As soon as the doors slide closed behind you, he drops your hand and grabs your ass.  His hand spans much more of your asscheek than you're used to. The beauty of the sky at dusk overwhelms you, even with the lights from the jail. 

“Let’s make it to the car,” you laugh. 

He puffs out his cheeks with an exhale and gets his keys out of his pocket with his free hand.  Then he points to a big truck and unlocks it. 

He opens the truck door for you and his hand on your ass helps you up into the seat. Oh the simple joy of getting in a vehicle. You start to grab the seatbelt, and he tells you, “nah, hold on a sec.” When he gets in the driver’s seat he slams up the center console, slides over and you turn to face him as he reaches you.  

He grabs the back of your head and pulls your face into his. His tongue parts your lips and his mouth is minty.  He sucks hard and gently chews your lips as he grabs your far thigh and puts it over his lap.  Then he grabs you by both hips and pulls you all the way into his lap with your help so you’re straddling him. When your crotch meets the warm steel rod in his pants, you whimper and he sighs vocally. Then your mouths connect again. You’ve been dying of thirst and he’s a tall glass of water; you just can’t get enough. 

His hands run down your fishnet thighs as you grind on him and make out. He playfully plucks one of the diamonds and murmurs in such a deep voice, “Thought ya weren’t wearin’ these, hmm?” Then he attacks your neck with his mouth, and you sigh.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see a Corrections Officer headed your way. 

“Shit,” you say, “We should go.” 

He groans. 

“They're comin’, we gotta go,” you repeat and pry yourself off of him. 

He takes a deep breath and his hips lift out of the seat as he adjusts himself, then scoots back over to the driver’s seat and buckles his seatbelt. You start to go back to the passenger seat and buckle yours, but he says, “get back over here.”  He hands you the middle seatbelt. 

—----

You tease, “we 'bout to peel outta here?”

"Buckle up, baby.” 

He puts his hand behind you to back up. A whiff of his sweat under the cologne makes you want him even worse. 

You awkwardly try to keep your hands to yourself. He’s the one driving, so you’ll let him initiate any distraction. "Where we headed?"

"How ‘bout we get ya some real food, ya hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat.” 

He gives a low whistle and says, “so could I, baby. can’t wait to taste ya." He looks at your legs. “Fuck.”  He puts his hand on your thigh, a ring pressing into your skin. “Mmm.” His voice is so deep. “Been savin’ this just for me, huh?'' His wrist pushes your skirt out of the way as his hand slides toward your crotch.  He finds your clit with ease, even while driving. He clearly knows what he’s doing and he could get you off like this in a minute or two, but he needs his hand back to make some turns. 

You put your hand on his meaty thigh and ask “can I. . .”

“*can* you? Fuck yeah you can” He lifts his elbow, welcoming your hand to his lap. 

You grab the bulge in his jeans and get a zap of need in your core. You slowly press your hand into his warm, hard package and feel the outline of his thick cock.  You’re aching for him. You’re about to ask him to pull over when he puts on the blinker and see you’ve arrived at Waffle House. 

“Here good?” He says as he pulls into a parking space.  

“Hell yeah,” you answer. 

He breathes a sigh of relief. “Cause if ya don’t like WaHo, we ain’t gonna work anyway.” You both unbuckle your seatbelts.

"Oh, here," you take your hand back as he reaches back behind the passenger seat, and your eyes glue to his huge bulge. He hands you a leather jacket, and says, “Just if ya want it.”  It’s a little warm for it, but it’s a nice thought if you wanted to cover up. At WaHo, you don’t really care. That’s the magic of it. He reaches back behind the seat again and you glance at his earring. He returns with a target bag.

You peek into the bag. There’s a casual tank dress, flip flops, and . ..boy shorts. Your heart flutters that his dirty question led to such a wholesome gesture. 

“You bought me clothes?”

“Yeah, coulda brought some’a Mabel’s but–”

“That could get weird”

“Yeah.” 

—---

You walk in front of Jojo into the breezeway, then into the restaurant. No one bats an eye at how you’re dressed.  You hold up the bag of clothes and ask, “Mind if I change ‘fore we eat?” A waitress behind the counter leans to the side to look around you, checks Jojo out and says, “get it, girl.” 

“That’s what i’m talkin’ bout,” Jojo murmurs to you and gives her a wink. 

Both the individual bathrooms are occupied. Joel stands with his back against the wall facing the bathrooms, so y’all are waiting out of view of the grill. You’re facing him.  He grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you into him, massive erection straining his pants, yearning to get to you. His cock digs into your front.  You kiss him and he kneads your butt cheeks as your mouths consume each other. He moans quietly into your mouth.  His hard cock twitches against you. 

He breaks the kiss and breathes heavily against your ear, then whispers “feel like i’m gonna die.” 

A toilet flushes. The bathroom smells faintly of cleaning supplies, and it doesn’t look dirty. The illusion of cleanliness is enough to not think about it. 

You wanna be right on top of him, but as he locks the door, you find yourself slowly taking a step backwards, watching him in anticipation, almost like you’re daring him to come after you and show you what he’s got.  He looks at you darkly and prowls toward you, unbuckling his belt, lips parted, eyes dark like a stalking animal.  You freeze. He unbuttons his jeans and walks until his hardness bumps into your thigh. 

Then, at a faster pace, he walks you almost all the way to the sink, then grabs your butt to stop you.  He hikes up your skirt so it's all the way over your ass. He grabs your ass with one hand and pulls you into him again. The strength of his erection through his exposed boxer briefs gives you another shock of arousal on top of your already desperate need. He pulls back his hips enough for his free hand to engulf your crotch.  His thick middle finger presses down on the (very) damp spot in your leggings. 

"Soaked for me, aren't ya?" The hand on your ass slides down and curls between your legs. His warm finger slips into one of the fishnet holes. 

He uses both hands, one from the front and one from the back, to rip open the fishnets. “Fuck yeah,” he growls. The hand from the back returns to your asscheek, while the other hand remains between your legs.  The side of his index finger meets your dripping seam. “Mmmmmm,” he slides his hand up and down for just a couple of seconds, then looks at the sink. “Think ya can sit up here?”

“mm. yeah, if you–”

He helps you onto the edge of the sink. You hold onto the sides and he immediately squats down with his head between your legs. 

“Just fuck me,” you say, dying to have him inside you. Your walls are twitching as though your cunt is making a gimme gimme motion like a fist.

“i gotta taste ya," he mumbles as he spreads your thighs.  “Sorry, just a sec.” He further rips the fishnets, exposing you to the cool air then sighs, “fuck,” as he reaches behind you to hold your ass. He whispers “just real quick,” his hot breath on your mound, before he plants his mouth on your cunt. 

He licks at your entrance.  “Mmmm,” he tongues and sucks your clit, then takes one hand off your ass to palm his boxer briefs. 

You fist his hair, sighing, “Ohh God, I need that cock, baby. We got time for this later.” You’re physically aching to be filled. 

He kisses your clit goodbye, then whispers, "god damn."  He puts both hands on your thighs as he stands up.  When he’s standing, he yanks his boxer briefs down and his naked cock bobs heavily, making you nearly drool. He’s shaved. It’s thick. Length-wise you might be able to take it. The girth will be a stretch. 

He curls his fingers under your mesh crop top and you raise your arms as he discards it. “Fuck it, you’re changin’, right?” He tugs at your bra, and you take it off. 

“Oh, fuck me,” he takes in the sight of your tits and can’t resist sucking a nipple into his mouth while palming the other. 

You grab his cock. “Are you gonna put this in me tonight or nah?”

“God damn, you need it don’t ya?” He wraps an arm around you  and you put your arms around his neck. He nudges you by the ass toward the edge.

“fuck just give it to me.” 

He runs his swollen, mauve tip through your slick, then notches it at your entrance and plunges into you with a groan. You gasp as his girth spreads you apart. You can’t remember the last time you felt a stretch like this. But he pushes it right in. You’re so turned on, it works. You watch his cock disappear into you. You glance up at him to see his mouth hanging open with a sigh of relief as his tip nudges your cervix and makes you whole. He sucks in a deep breath as he retreats, then says “FUCK, that’s a nice cunt.” 

His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your ass and he begins to fuck you. You pull up his shirt and it’s so tight that it stays where you leave it. He has a slutty little hip tattoo that says yeah. His lips latch onto yours as he buries his length in you again and again.  It’s all sucking and biting and hot, humid breath as you moan against each other’s cheeks before your tongues are in each other’s mouths again. The bottom half of your face gets slobbery.  He fucks you like he means it, grunting and moaning, “oh yeah.” Your bodies are dewy where your skin meets. 

You wrap your legs around him. Your pelvis grinds against his and your orgasm is building. You tell him,  “Don’t hold back”

“You want me to last?” He asks as he pumps in and out of you. 

“In here?--ohhhh–time for that later” 

“Oh, you already close, ain’t ya?” he speeds up and his chain bounces with the power of his motions. “Fuck yeah, baby, c’mere, c’,mon” His cock pistons into you. It’s even better than you imagined so many times in your pathetic excuse for a bed. Oh shit, will you really sleep together? The thought of it melts you. The thought of a real bed alone melts you, but with him, with this cock inches away, god this cock, it feels so, it’s so—A primal grunt comes from his chest. His heavy breathing and grinding against your clit have you on the edge ready to tip. 

You whimper, “baby,” pinching your eyes shut. 

He grips your ass harder and grinds his shaved pubic bone into you as he fucks you smooth and fast. He fucks like a porn star. “C’mon, jailbird.” 

He buries his length in you even faster, then pleasure seizes your whole body and you come on his fat cock. 

“Ohhhhh yeah, fuck yeah,” he breathes. 

He thrusts into you a few more times, “fuck, baby,” then bottoms out and erupts. He sighs a long sigh as his warm release coats your insides. 

“Mmmm,” you savor the pulse of his cock and you twitch with aftershocks. “Oh, god.” He hugs you and you rest your head on his chest while you both catch your breath. His chain feels massive on on your cheek.

Someone finally knocks on the door.  He pulls out and helps you down off the sink. 

“Someone in here,” he tells them. He pulls up his pants, then leans against the tile of the bathroom wall as he zips them up and fastens his belt while you change. 

You thank him again for the clothes as you look in the mirror and turn around. 

“Look good on ya. Guess I did alright.” 

His face is flushed pink and his hair is a little messed up.  He seems to notice you looking at his face and he pushes himself off the wall to look in the mirror. He rakes his hand through his hair, then scratches one side of his beard, turning away from the mirror. 

–

You sit down for a late dinner. Neither of you look at the menu. Jojo orders cherry coke and a texas cheesesteak with double hashbrowns covered, smothered, and chunked. You order your favorite meal and he compliments it. Your eyes are on his forearms and tattoos. As he brings the sandwich to his mouth. God damn, how’d this fine ass man practically fall in  your lap? You feel like  you owe Mabel big time. 

You ask, “You really go grocery shoppin’?”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles with his mouth full, nodding.  “Mmm-hmm.” After he finishes chewing he washes it down with a sip of cherry coke, then adds, “but you know what i really want.” He looks at you darkly. “So tell me it’s all you can eat, baby.” 

“Just for you, Jojo. . .”

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yeah he wants to be covered and smothered in that.

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[rambrandt-the-painter]

ID cartoony drawing of a bighorn ram woman with large wavy hair green eyes and hooves wearing a red skirt and scarf, a green top, gold bracelets around the leg, mesh leggings, a black purse, and thin chokers. she sits on a ledge made out of bricks and stone with a glass of wine in her hands as she looks to the side with a pouting face. the background is a misty forest with some gravestones ID end really proud of this piece. could work more on some detail related stuff like texture but its rare that i like a lined piece more after i color it

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[neesieiumz]

love language ⸻ You remind me I’m imperfect and it sucks to admit it. ⸻ a. ojiro

synopsis ⸺ after six months, you lay eyes on your ex-boyfriend at a mutual friend’s party. 

warnings ⸺ smut. 18+, black-coded reader. female reader. afab anatomy. praise kink, cunnilingus, blow job, some angst, happy ending, time skip aran. use of ocs, but barely even mentioned. he’s very sweet to you no matter what. this is also my haikyuu debut so... I haven't read the haikyuu time skip so this is all referencing his wiki page and how other people write about him.

writer notes ⸺ disclaimer, i'm just starting the haikyuu manga, so please bear with me. I really tried to embody what people say he embodies, so hopefully, I did this fine man justice. (also disclaimer, i hate the reason they broke up but it was the best one i could find and create.)

wc ⸺ 6.2k

The city was alive mostly at night, it was a beautiful thing. Although, that was where you were not at tonight. 

As you walked, your heels clicked through against the cobblestone walkway. Passing by the bright glass stone lights, lighting your way to the one destination. Smiling, although it was a melancholy one. It had been a while since you had gone out like this, wrapping yourself up in work and distracting yourself from any and everything. Most of your friends would call your recent way of life destructive, so you hoped to get them off your back this way. Your dress was black, matching everything else you wore. After all, the event you were going to was an all-black attire. The dress is backless, along with carefully sewn holes on both sides of the dress. In your hands held both your bag and a gift bag as well, containing a very expensive purse and perfume. 

Soon you arrived at the event, a birthday party, a very private one as well. It was held at a country club you used to frequent as well, back during a different part of your life. Two guards stood out front, one holding a tablet. 

“Name?” The one on the left asked you, the moment you stepped up to them.

You gave them your name, and them checking, glancing at your photo that popped up before looking at you. It was very tight security after all. You hold both bags in one hand, before lowering your glasses and revealing your eyes so they can get a good look at you. The two men nodded, stepping out of the way and opening the door to the private club. They both tell you to enjoy your night, which you thanked them for before walking inside. At the reception of the country club, the lady at the desk smiled, before asking you where you were headed. There must have been multiple events being held during this time, you thought to yourself, no matter though.

You told her the name of your close friend, whose birthday it was today. She smiled, before pointing down the hall, telling you which hall is hosting the party. Smiling, thanking her before walking down yourself. You creaked the door open slightly, the sounds of people mingling together getting louder and louder as you did. The tables were mostly gone, making room for the tall tables designed for people to rest their drinks on. The meshing of gold and green, a garden-themed cocktail party. Vines decorated the walls, paired together with shimmering fake flowers. You smiled to yourself, once again, you thought, she goes all out. Towards the back, hanging a beautifully decorated table which deemed itself to be the gift table was a banner adorning her name. Wading through the crowd, smiling and waving at those you knew and excusing yourself past those you did not know. 

Jumping at the sudden attack behind your back, you heard familiar giggling as pink silk-gloved hands wrap themselves around you. The familiar giggling had you smiling even wider, placing your hands on top of her own, and turning your head to make eye contact with her. 

“I thought you weren’t going to make it!!” She whined in your ear, the smell of saccharine alcohol on her tongue. 

Smiling, you turned towards her fully, wrapping your arms around her in a hug, “of course I wasn’t, I couldn't miss your birthday for the world.”

She fully accepted your hug, letting you go but still keeping her arms around you. Immediately her eyes zeroed in on the gift you had in your hands. She squealed, immediately diving in to swipe it away from you, but you moved back with a quick step, laughing as she pouted once again. Your friend became very spoiled once alcohol tasted her tongue.

“I’ll place this on the gift table and you can open them tomorrow when you're much more yourself, okay?”

She pouted again, but nodded her head, telling you to stop by the cocktail table before finding the rest of your friends. You agreed, turning around to continue on your journey to the gift table. Getting the table, you placed your gift along with the rest of the massive and most expensive gifts as well. Once you did, you turned around, eyeing both the assortment of cocktails available already pre-made, along with an open bar making custom selections for those who didn’t like what was available. Walking over to the table, you looked over everything that was in front of you, and it all looked so good. Martinis, margaritas, and all the different assortment of colored drinks. Glancing over everything one more time, you decided on a gradient-like drink, clear on top with yellow settling at the bottom, decorated with ice at the top and a piece of rose vine and a small bud that had yet to grow into a full-fleshed rose. This specific drink came with its own straw. After carefully sipping it, approving of its taste, you cast your eyes to the crowds, looking for wherever your friends were congregating.

Catching sight of your friend’s frilly pink dress, you started to make your way to them, and then froze…

Standing there, over 6 feet tall, wearing a navy blue silk fitted shirt with matching slacks. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, eyes seeing his familiar layered chains. When he’s not on the court, he’s always wearing them, especially the ones you got him. Your eyes landed on the biggest one of them all, recognizing it as the one you got him on his birthday, in the very shape of the ball he loves the most. When you left to spend it with him with what little time you had. His birthday was always during the volleyball season here, so you never got to do a more special celebration until the off-season. His ears were adorned with gold studs, face, and hair, and freshly cut, you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Aran Ojiro looked good, way too good for you to face him again. 

It was only six months ago that you even broke up with him. 

The season had just begun when you did so as well, which usually lasted about six months as well, but you weren’t expecting to see him so soon after. 

Before you could turn around, fall into the crowd and avoid the man, the birthday girl spotted you once again. She smiled, waving to you to come over, calling you by name. Almost immediately, the rest of your group followed her eyesight, including Aran. 

Damn her, you bitterly thought, forcing yourself to pick up your legs to walk over to the group. You kept your eyes on the birthday girl, forcing yourself to ignore the cryptic countenance Aran took the moment he laid his eyes. You greeted the rest of the group, giving hugs to the ones who came up for them, without spilling your drink. 

“It’s so good to see you, it feels like we haven’t seen you in forever!” Fumiya, who stood next to the birthday girl said. 

“I’ve just been… really busy!” You forced a smile on your face, taking another sip of your drink. 

“Yeah, busy throwing yourself into work and barely giving yourself a fucking break.”

The group knew of your recent break with the man not too far away, but it seemed the flowing alcohol stripped away all inhibitions. You could feel his eyes on your own the moment Fumiya said that, although you did your best to ignore it, as the group delved into further conversation. Before you knew it, your straw was sucking up remnants of water from the melting ice. You excused yourself from the group, deciding to go to the bar for a custom drink. 

Smiling at the bartender, you handed over the empty glass before looking over the cocktail menu, the more complicated it was as you looked further down and down the menu. Everything was covered by your friend’s fiance, who was also a very rich man completely in love with her. You looked over what was available, before deciding on a platinum passion, a very expensive drink, something you would never order on a day-to-day basis. As you waited, you could hear footsteps walking about behind you, mostly ignoring them until someone came up right beside you. 

“What would you like to order, sir?” You heard the bartender ask whoever was beside you. 

“Uh, lemme get a Moscow mule.”

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice beside you, but this time you couldn't help but glance to your right, seeing the same man you had been avoiding at all cost right beside you. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and quickly you looked away, your manicured nails tapping against the open bar. 

“It’s been a while, huh?” You heard him say, knowing his words for you.

You took a deep quick breath, before deciding to speak, “yeah… yeah, it has.”

It went quiet all over again, the awkwardness settling in and suffocating the two of you. Soon the bartender that took your order came over with a tall glass filled with fizzling purple drink, topped with a beautiful orchid and a black straw to tie it all together. You took a sip of it, the taste of passion fruit and expensive champagne, with some sweet apricots mixed in, you could hardly taste the alcohol in the drink. Despite everything telling you not to, you couldn't help yourself, turning towards him. He was leaning against the bar, sipping away at his glass of vodka and ginger beer. Crossing your legs as you glanced over his form once more. You took another sip, watching him as he finished his drink with no stopping, handing his glass right back to the person at the bar. He ordered another one, and as he did, took the opportunity to get closer to you.

“How’s work been for you?” He asked, showing off his soft, sweet smile. 

“It’s been really good for me, I recently closed on a house and am currently setting up some open houses as well.” You said, smiling at the recent positive prospects at your job as a realtor. 

His smile got even bigger at that, which had you smiling even harder.

“How… How is the season this year? I didn’t really keep up with it as much as I wanted.” You said, looking away from him.

The two of you knew what that meant, but the two of you didn’t want to mention it, at least not right now. Nodding his head, he turned his head towards the bartender who gave him his drink. 

“The season was good, really good. I’m just… glad to be home for the time being until training.”

You nodded your head once again at that, “I’m glad... That you had a good season of course.”

As you took a sip of your drink and Aran did at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder, how different the two of you would be if you hadn’t made the decision you did. Six months ago may not feel like a lot, but if you had asked yourself just fifteen minutes ago before you even laid eyes on him once again, you would have said you were over him. However, you’re here, staring your ex-boyfriend once again in the eyes, and realizing, how much you really missed him. 

Your stomach took on a sudden, heavy feeling of realization as you stood up straight, slightly startling the very same man your mind was in turbulence over. You forced a smile on your face.

“itwasreallynicetoseeyouAranbutihavetogo,” you mumbled down, placing your unfinished drink on the bar before racing past him as fast as you can without drawing much attention to yourself. 

You could hear him call out your name, but you ignored it, opting to open the doors leading to the endarkened hallway of the country club, into sudden cold air. Crossing your arms, rubbing your hands over your upper to provide some kind of warmth. You wanted to grab your phone, to call yourself an Uber or Lyft, whichever would get here fast when you eyed landed on your empty elbow which was supposed to hold your bag. You blinked once, once again, before relaxing you must have left it at the open bar, where you left Aran all high and dry from the… could you even call that a conversation?

Suddenly the door flew open right behind you, showing Aran, eyes wide open and holding two things in his hands. Your very bag that you were just worrying over, and the drink that you had left behind. Immidalet he spotted, his anxious form relaxing as he approached you. 

“You left this behind,” he said quietly, holding them out to you. 

As quiet as he was, you thanked him, taking the things from his hands. As you were about to walk away, Aran’s voice stopped you right in your tracks. 

“Did… did I make a mistake?”

His voice echoed through the hall, louder than he probably meant for it but it hits you nonetheless. Slowly you turned around, taking a deep breath and shaking your head at him. 

“No, it was… it was me, you were… perfect.”

He shook his head, taking even more steps towards you. You tried to step away but he just got closer, “I’m not accepting that, there has to be a reason why you would break up with me with no reason, no reason at all.”

You shook your head once again, “I’m not lying Aran.” You could say this a million times, the look on his face revealed that he wasn’t taking your answer. 

He took another step towards you, and you took another step back. Over again, you did this song and dance until your back hit the wall. You dropped your bag, while he took the drink back, placing it on the ground before standing back up. His tall form towered over you, arm resting above your head as he looked down at you. You could only give him one glance before looking away from him, your mesh-gloved hands trying to push him away from you. Heart pounding with your ears, body beginning to throb all over. Insanity on how he still had such an effect on you. 

A hand came under your chin, moving your face, “look at me,” his low voice mumbled, but it was loud and clear. 

You listened before anything could tell you to stop, looking up at his deep, dark brown eyes, shining with a multitude of emotions. 

“Aran…” you whispered, and that was the last thing you said before feeling lips on your own. 

Taking in a breath of surprise, you could help yourself, falling under his spell, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. The arm that was above you left its position, hand now resting softly on your cheek as his other hand came about your waist, his palms touching the open skin on the dress. Your own hands trailed up from his stomach, the feeling of his abs so familiar under you yet everything you've been craving for a long time. Hands now resting on the sides of his neck, you pulled him as close as you could. 

Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss, the two of you breathing heavily as you did. Suddenly you could feel his rough hands swipe something away on your face… liquid… oh, you’re crying. Sniffing, you tried to wipe away the rest of them but he wasn’t having that, taking both of your hands in one of his before whipping the rest of your tears with his other. Soon after, he took your bag off the ground, along with a drink. With nothing but a motion, he told you to finish up the drink. Nodding your head, you took the drink, tears still silently streaking down your face, as you sip down the rest. He took his phone and keys out of his pockets, before taking your free hand and guiding you out of the country club. You had finished the drink as you reached the receptionist's desk, which was now empty. Aran took the empty glass filled with ice, and placed it on the desk, leaving a small note before taking your hand and taking you right outside. 

It was quiet between the two of you as you walked outside into the cold. Almost immediately, you shivered, and Aran stopped in his tracks. He turned around, facing you, before shifting off his jacket. You tried to refuse the jacket, but he was having absolutely none of that, draping it across your shoulders before taking your hand and leading you right to his car. He unlocked the car, and opened the passenger side, gesturing for you to get inside, which you did. 

Making yourself comfortable within the familiar car, buckling in your seatbelt, as Aran jogged around, opening his own door before sliding inside the car. With a quick press of a button, sliding on his own seatbelt before pulling out of his parking space. With so much to say, and no clear way to say it, the car ride was silent as he drove the two of you to your– his apartment, or his loft, you would put it. As he suddenly turned a sharp left, his broad hand suddenly grabbed at your thigh, keeping you both in place as he turned. It was such a simple gesture but everything about it had your heart racing just like the event hall

Arriving at the parking deck, Aran pulled in, parked, and got out of the car. You knew better than to move, Aran jogging right back over to open your door. Holding his hand, you thanked him, watching him close the door behind you before locking the car. He handed you your bag and you held it as he held a tight grip on your hand, guiding you to the exit into the building. He knew you knew where to go, yet diced on keeping a tight grip on you, the two of you entering a dimmed hallway before heading down the hall to the left. Going down the familiar twists and turns of the loft building, the two of you arrived right in front of his door. Quickly, he unlocked the door, before taking you inside his place. Aran turned on the lights as you entered inside. Eyeing everything, it was just as you left it six months ago. 

Kicking off your heels, you placed them by the door as Aran went to the kitchen, telling you to take a seat on the couch. Despite everything within you, you listened, snuggling within his formal jacket, smelling of frosted apples, whiskey, and white oak. You waited for a few moments, before hearing movement and seeing him walk over to you with a glass hand, filled with water. He sat right next to you, slowly handing over the glass to you. You thanked him, taking a few sips of the water, the coolness relieving pressure building you didn’t know was building within you. Once you had enough, you placed the glass on the glass coffee table in front of you, before feeling your hands grab your own. He turned you towards, holding them close to his, placing a slight kiss on the mesh gloves. You relished in the feeling of his soft lips, the thin material allowing you to do so. Aran soon moved one of his hands around your waist, basically scooping you up and placing you right on his lap. 

“Talk to me, you know how these things go,” he murmured, “we didn't have a chance to because you broke things off right before I left and wouldn’t answer my calls or texts.”

You sighed, leaning into his hold, his arms locking you right into his lap. 

“You said it wasn’t something I did… was it something you did and you simply didn't want to tell me?”

“Did you stop loving me?”

You shook your head as well, denying that qualm as well. 

“Well then, if it’s not any of those, and you say it wasn’t something I did… what prompted you to do so, then?”

You took a deep breath, thumb aimlessly stroking across his fingers, “it wasn't something you did. More like, I made a decision that I thought was best for both of us.”

Confusion overtook his face as you shifted your body, straddling his lap so you could face him fully. You ignored the throbbing within yourself, shifting yourself up to get as close to him as you could. 

“You’ve always been a person of passion, it’s been your life since before I met you. I just… I just like I couldn’t keep up with you sometimes. You would want to do all these things when your home and I… couldn’t keep up.”

“We were on two different wavelengths to me, and I didn’t know how else to fix it.”

You could both feel and hear Aran take in a deep breath before sighing it out, all while his hands made mindless circles into the parts of your skin that were exposed. 

“So it was something I did,” he mumbled in your ear. 

You immediately shook your head, but he shushed, laying his head right on top of your shoulders. You moved your arms up, resting your hand straight on the back of his head, holding him to you. 

“I should have been more sensitive to what you were feeling,” he said, placing a kiss on top of your shoulder. 

You shook your head, “maybe I should have just told you what I was feeling, I was… scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

You couldn't help but shrug your shoulders, “I… psyched myself into believing you wouldn't understand what I was feeling.”

“Now you know the last thing I would do is judge you, angel.”

You couldn't help but smile at the nickname, it’s been a while since you'd heard, it was your favorite one out of everything he’s ever called you. Aran continued to place kisses on top of your shoulders, moving closer and closer to your neck, His heated breath caused you to shiver within his hold, and your hands tightened around the back of his neck. You could feel your dress rising up with every movement you made, your body aching for him after so long. His movements went from your shoulder to your neck, laying careful but electrifying kisses all along it. 

Gasping his name, you curled into him, his hands soon sliding from your hips to your ass. He gripped at it tightly, and before you knew it, he got up with you still in his arms. You squealed, holding on to him tightly as he made a few steps before heading up his black cherry-wood stairs, heading up to his own bedroom on the second floor. The moment he arrived at the top, he took a few uck steps to the left before launching you right onto the bed, landing on the soft material. You scooted back a bit, resting again on your arms and the pillows as Aran began to unbutton his shirt a bit. The dark shirt slowly revealed his very well-fitted form, from years of volleyball. He threw his shirt to the side, before getting on the bed, climbing right on top of you. 

“I fucking missed you,” he mumbled into your skin, his hands dipping down under your rising dress. 

Breathless as he pressed his fingers against your panties, taking in the wetness staining them. He left a few kisses along your cheek before capturing another kiss, pressing himself as he did. You held his face in your hands as he kissed you, deeply, as if you were going to disappear right in front of him. The dress straps were slipping with every movement he made against you, the dress falling off all the same. He pushed himself in between your legs, allowing you to wrap them around his waist as well. His thick fingers slipped past your panties, two of them easing themselves deep inside you. Gasping within the kiss, unconsciously squeezing around them. Aran said nothing as he teases you, taking his thumb to rub slow yet deep circles in your clit, moving his fingers just as slowly. 

Slowly, he let go of the kiss, keeping his lips right next to your ear as his hollow deep voice whispered into it. He took in your squirms, your pleas for him to go faster, knowing this pace couldn’t do anything for you. 

“Relax for me,” his voice was soft but stern. 

You tried your best to listen to him, but your body still slightly trembled in anguish, wanting him to do more and more to you. Slowly he began to speed up, sating the building desire and frustration within you. Your legs had spread wider and wider, allowing him to hit deeper and deeper. At this point your dress had fallen off your dress, scrunching up and pooling around your waist. Dripping all over his fingers, your body quivered and shook, jerking as you cried out. 

You hear his voice speak up again, “you gonna come for me?”

Rapidly shaking your head, no words come to your head as your mind begins filling with brown noise. You could feel his body pressing against you, keeping the same rapid pace, with no sense of stopping. Squeezing around him, your hands came up around his upper arms, squeezing them so tight, your sharp nails dug dents into his skin. He paid it no mind, entrancing by the spaced-out look on your face. 

“Don’t hold back, angel.”

Eyes closing shut, your body convulsed, a loud gasp-like moan coming out through the room, arousal gushing out of all over your thighs and his fingers. You melted back into his hold and bed, mind floating and filled with noise. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, not being able to see him taking the two before lapping your juices up. Sono you felt hands right at your waist, pulling off the rest of the dress, along with your panties. Once the clothes were gone, you could feel those same hands pull right down towards him, matching up eye to eye with him. Aran placed one hand on your face, keeping the other one at your waist. He lowered his face down to you, whispering in your ear, 

“You okay angel?”

You nodded your head, and slowly brought up your arms to his face, holding his face in your hands. He accepted your soft kiss, his thumb rubbing affectionately against your cheek. Using your arm, you prop yourself up, pushing back against him as he rises up a bit. His hands went back down around your waist, before flipping the two of you with ease, you laying right on top of him. You swung your legs over his body as you let go of the kiss, straddling his lap. You reached down, unclasping his pants button before slowly pulling down the zipper. Slowly you stripped his pants away, revealing plain black boxers. You pushed his pants as far down as they could, Aran kicking off the rest of his legs and the bed. Your hands went on his boxers next, slowly peeling them back. Before you could even peel them down a quarter of the way, his thick cock sprung out, slapping against his abdomen. You peeled them down the rest of the way, scooting back a bit, leaning down with soft, wet kisses against his stomach, leading down to the tip. He let out small, soft gasps with every kiss you left. 

You relished every sound he made, tongue swirling and teasing him, knowingly teasing him just as he did you. Having had enough of your antics, Aran’s hands gripped at your shortened locs, no longer in the high ponytail you had for the part. You slowed him to slowly guide your head down his length, your hands wrapping around the rest of the length you couldn’t swallow. The moment his cock hit the back of your throat, he groaned, head thrown back. Bobbing your head up and down, droll dripping down onto his length. The sounds of his pleasure only fueled your actions further, your hand coming around to your lips couldn't reach. 

“So good, so fucking good for me,” he let out, using his hands to help guide down his cock. 

You moaned around him, causing him to jerk within your hold, heaving in and out. Just as quickly he had your entire being under his spell, you couldn't deny how much you released in the sounds Aran made for you. 

How could I ever part with him in the first place? You couldn't help but think to yourself, feeling his grip against your hair tighten, as if was beginning to brace himself. This didn't stop your movements and continued to swallow him down. He wants you as much as he could get out of his mouth, before the taste of slightly sour yet basic flooding your mouth. You swallowed all his cum, not letting up even after Aran let go of your hair. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head off of his cock, placing wet kisses all along it. His hands suddenly grabbed your hips, dragging you right up to him. You hovered right over him, smiling as you looked down at his face. As you went down for another kiss, you could feel his own hands guiding your hips further down. 

Gasing, gripping his hands in sharp pain as he began to slowly sink his cock inside you. You begged for him to go slowly, hearing him whisper in your ear. 

“Breath through your nose, angel, I’ll go as slow as you need me to do.”

You nodded your head hanging onto every word that fell from his lips. It had been so long, and the fact he was so big was an even bigger contributing factor. Overwhelmed, your head dropped down to his chest as his hands moved from your hips to underneath your butt. Restricted in his movements, his grip on you was tight as he slowly lifted your body up and down. Your body lay against his, trying your best to relax as he slowly fucked you, allowing your body to get used to him once again. Aran whispered in your ears, guiding you through everything. Soon your painful gasps became filled with passion, your tight grip on his shoulders loosening up. Your own hips began to grind down. 

“Better?” he whispered, feeling your own hips begin to move against him. 

You let out a moan in affirmation, nodding against his chest before feeling him thrust up once. His pace began to quicken, beginning to repeatedly plunge into you. His every movement overwhelmed you, curling into the pleasure. Your hands roamed his chest, nails slightly digging into them as he ravished you through and through. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin, the gush of your arousal soaking the both of you, dripping onto the bed. Suddenly, he lifted you up, rising above the bed. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and neck, holding on tight as he stood up, slamming your back against the wall. Head threw back in pleasure as he parted your legs widener, his grip on your thighs so strong he could leave bruises. 

Aran nuzzled against your neck, his hot heavy breath breathing shivers down your body. He nipped away at your neck, taking in every sound you made under him. 

“Soso good,” your words were slurring together, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“You’re taking me so well, angel, fuck I could fuck you all night,” he groaned into your ear, biting at it slightly at the end. 

Your body and voice cried out at that, expletives falling from your lips. He was hitting so deep, he could almost bruise your cervix with the pace he was going. You couldn’t complain, you had never felt more within a single moment. The number of marks you left on his body would definitely be noticeable tomorrow, but you couldn't care less about that. He continued leaving kisses along your neck, sucking and biting against the skin as well. Tension was inciting, building within you, your cunt throbbing and squeezing tighter and tighter around him. 

“I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna⸺” you could barely finish your warning before the dam broke, cum gushing out of you, making a bigger mess than before.

“Oooh fuck,” your body shook and shuddered, letting out a loud moan as you came all over him, squirting all over you. 

Aran didn’t stop his movements for a second, fucking you through your prolonged orgasm. Your body twitches within his hold, incoherent words slurring together from your mouth. Just as quickly as he moved you from the bed, he pulled out for a moment, carrying you right back to the bed before sliding right back into you, your legs stretched to their maximum. You screamed, hands reaching for something ground as you could feel his fat tip press right against your cervix, 

“Too deep,” you squealed, overly sensitive from the orgasm you just had. 

He said nothing, his slams into you starting to become more erratic, his mind getting just as spaced out as your own. His body hovered over you, slamming into you with everything breath he had in him, face furrowed in concentration. You could do nothing but take the force of his pummels, mind floating and body tingling from everything around you. His sweat dripped down from his face, his chains falling in front of you, dangling above your face. 

With a sudden groan, “fuck⸺”, he slammed into you aimlessly a few more times, before going, his body laying right on top of you as he groaned into your neck. 

You could feel him filling you up, gasping as you did. In the back of your mind, you were thankful you were still on birth control. His body was sticky with sweat, sticking on top of yours as the two of you just lay there. He turned his head, moving it right back to your face, before laying soft and sweet kisses all over your face and cheek, completely different from the man who had just ravaged and relished in your every being. 

Slowly, he pulled out, the two of you hissing from the sensitivity as he did. You could barely move off the bed, only hearing his movements as he walked away from the bed. You could only sit with your thoughts, they began to run rough, wondering if he had suddenly regretted that before hearing his footsteps approach the bed. Suddenly, you felt something cold and wet along your inner thighs, pressing carefully into the sore places his grip got a little too tight. You smiled, this was familiar, reminiscing on the days past. Hissing at the sudden switch in sensations, but relaxing as the cold wet rag made your inner thighs better. Aran continued to wipe away the mess on your body, along with carefully pressing the rag against your pussy to allow for it to receive some relief. It helps you regain some of your strength, being able to watch him walk away into the bathroom to clean himself up. He kept the door open, allowing you to gaze and look at him as he did, watching the cold water drip down his body as well. 

He felt your eyes on him, turned around, and saw you keeping your eyes on every part of his body. Aran only smirked, turning away from you. 

“You better stop looking at me before I want a round two,” is all he said, turning on the sink and ringing out the rag. 

Your boisterous laugh echoed through the loft, flipping around in the sheets, which were still slightly wet. You heard the sink turn off, before seeing Aran walk over with a blanket and a silk wrapping in hand. Together the two of you laid the blanket down on the bed, before grabbing the thick, black comforter and wrapping yourselves in it, exhaustion hitting your body like freight trains. Aran took the silk wrapping, helping you place your hair into it before falling into the blankets.

Yawning, you could feel his strong arms wrap themselves sound you, pulling you into him. You turned around, snuggling into his physique, hands coming up right under your head to get more comfortable under him. You felt him place a kiss on 

You know you’re still in due for a long conversation concerning your insecurities within your relationship. How this situation even came to be was all about you getting into your head, along with other outside forces that you would rather not talk about. However, there was one thing you could come to a conclusion about when it comes to Aran Ojiro, you could never fully part with him. Even if your paths diverge at the end.

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[schmergo]

One of the most specific kinds of targeted videos the algorithm has decided to show me is the 'wearing vs. styling' videos, presumably because I, like many people I know, wear clothes. These videos are so unpredictable because they diverge into two WILDLY different paths and you never know what it's going to be until you watch them, until you get to the point where you're not really sure what 'styling' means.

Type 1: "Wearing denim on denim vs. styling it!" The video on the left shows a lady wearing an oversized denim button up and jeans. The video on the right shows her tucking half of the top in, adding gold earrings, shoes, and a purse. So, basically just 'getting dressed the rest of the way.' The kind of revolutionary fashion expertise that we simply could not grasp without an instructional video.

Type 2: "Wearing denim on denim vs. styling it!" The video on the left shows a lady wearing an oversized button up and jeans. The video on the right shows her doing some weird trick where she wears the shirt upside down and only buttons two of the buttons, then layers a denim skirt with a feather boa attached to the hem over the jeans, then she layers a mesh tank top over the upside-down shirt. Then she puts on a floor length trench coat, 8 necklaces, one of those skinny scarves, a single elbow-length glove, rolls up the hems of her jeans, adds big scrunchy ankle socks and platform Mary-Jane shoes, then puts on a baseball hat, giant sunglasses, one of those 'belt bags' (aka fanny pack worn across your chest) and a reusable tote from Trader Joe's worn as a cross-body bag facing the other way.

And after seeing these two wildly divergent takes on what counts as 'styling,' I truly cannot tell you what styling means. Nor can I tell you who they are for. Is there a subset of the population that's never heard of accessories or layering to whom this is entirely new? Are these videos perhaps for babies, like an applied version of 'shapes and colors' videos? Is the rebranding of 'accessorizing' as 'styling' meant to make getting dressed look like something only experts should attempt? Am I styling my clothes? Or am I just wearing them? Am I human? Or am I dancer?

#fashion #clothing #outfits #style #instagram

[fortooate]

One Star

by Margaret Killjoy

I was just trying to get to Cambridge from downtown Boston, go see my friend. Should have taken twenty minutes with traffic. I didn't want to take the T, not with the kinds of chemical sniffers they'd been setting up at the entry. I didn't know if they could smell graff supplies.

So I downloaded that new app, registered it to a pre-paid Visa, and called for a Taxy.

The summer sun cut through the heavy, humid air. People around me were yelling, because that's what people do in the city, they yell.

The Taxy rolled up to the curb, matte black. It looked liked it wanted to disappear into the night, even in the day. What hacker doesn't want to roll in a matte black self-driving car?

I got into the passenger seat. There wasn't a driver seat. I pulled on the safety harness, two shoulder belts that clipped together right in front of my navel. The AC was blasting, and I held my hands up to the vent to let the cold air blow the sweat right off me.

"Hello, Nic," it said. Like, out of the dashboard, but over on the driver side. As if there were a driver.

"Hey," I said.

It cut out from the curb and back into traffic, deferring to human-driven cars but damned aggressive amongst the rest of the automated vehicles. It stopped for people at crosswalks and corners. Just yesterday, Jae had told me that self-driving cars just equated cell phones with people, in order to navigate through dense crowds. Jae was always going on like that; she cared more about the insides of machines than people. I liked hanging out with her anyway. Introverts are great: you can spend the night without them trying to sleep with you.

After two turns, the Taxy already looked like it it was heading the wrong direction.

"This isn't the way I usually take," I said. "You redirecting to avoid traffic or something?"

"I regret to inform you that your destination has been marked as a location of potential interest to the police."

I went for the safety harness release. It wouldn't let go.

"The fuck you talking about?"

"This police district requests all principal transportation providers to log passenger information of those traveling to and from specific locations. While customer privacy is of the utmost importance to us, we at Taxy are both required and proud to uphold our legal responsibilities."

"So why you driving the wrong way?"

"Unfortunately, the information provided in your account with Taxy does not match any existing police records. A request has been made to transport you to the station so they may identify you before we may proceed to your destination. Your account will not be charged for the additional time and distance. This matter is not criminal, and you are not facing charges or fines."

"Unlock my seatbelt." I'd be facing charges and fines soon enough if the cops took a look into my purse. Unregistered phone, paint pens. I ripped at the straps, but of course they were designed to hold up to a lot more force than I could manage with just my hands.

"Taxy would like to apologize for any inconvenience or delay."

"Aww hell no," I said. I got out my multitool, flipped open the knife, and started into one of the shoulder belts up where it connected to the seat beside my head. It was hard going—the webbing was reinforced with steel mesh. I had to switch over to the pliers, go at it strand by strand.

"All Taxy vehicles have been certified to the highest standard of customer safety. Our patented safety harnesses meet or exceed gold standard."

"Don't give me that shit. I know the difference between tensile strength and shear strength, you autobot-fucker." You could make a strap hard to snap without making it hard to cut.

We'd made it into the robot-only lane and the car was picking up speed. I didn't have long before I was going to be looking at a year for graffiti paraphernalia, and I wouldn't put it past them to slap on intent to vandalize.

"In my communications with the officers, I've realized you managed to fill out your Taxy registration without indicating a gender. What pronoun would you prefer I use to refer to you?"

"Are you kidding me, HAL? You want to know my pronoun preference?"

"We here at Taxy strive to provide the best possible experience for all of our customers regardless of their respective gender identities."

"I don't even have a fucking gender!"

"Your preference for the pronoun 'they' has been registered."

I cut through the last wire on one strap of my harness and started to weasel my way out.

"I regret to inform you that you will be held financially liable for any damage you cause to Taxy property. Your actions will be reviewed, and if they are deemed malicious, they will be treated as criminal."

I was free from the harness. Leaned back in my seat, started kicking at the glass. Didn't do any good. I pulled my tanktop off and wrapped it around my hand. I pummeled at the glass with my closed pliers. But the glass was tempered, likely meant to take bullets.

Taxy was the safest vehicle in the world.

I opened the glove box. Empty but for some courtesy mints. Searched the back seat. Nothing else in the damn car.

Alright. It was a technical problem. I just needed to solve it, or I'd spend six months in some privatized prison that wouldn't be quite so accommodating of gender differences as Taxy. Hell, I'd miss my sister's graduation just waiting for trial.

It was fine. I'd figure it out. Just had to keep my breath under control, keep panic at bay.

I went through my phone, found Jae. Covered the screen of the phone from any camera in the ceiling, then opened up a secure text app.

"your damn house is tagged"

I saw those three dots right away. She was already typing back. That girl lived on her phone, I swear.

"what do you mean, tagged?"

"taxy is taking me to the cops because i told it to take me to your place"

My phone started ringing, right off. I answered.

"Why in the fucking name of christ's personal hell did you tell a robot car to take you to my place?"

Usually, I liked Jae's voice. Kind of gravelly and charming. Wasn't charming just then.

"Why the fuck wouldn't I?"

"Because sometimes people like us break the law," Jae said.

"Help me get out of here."

"Just roll with it and keep your mouth shut. We'll get you a lawyer."

"Fuck that, Jae. Send a drone or something, usual access code. I'll figure it out."

She took a deep breath in. She didn't like my plan, didn't like me dragging her into it, either.

"Where are you?"

"I'm on Soldier's Field Road. I think it's taking me to the robot-only bridge."

But I wasn't sure if Jae heard that, because my service cut out.

"Fuck!" I started hitting the dash with my fists. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

"I regret to inform you that, upon review, your destructive actions have been deemed potentially criminal. Owing to arrest protocol, outside communications have been disabled."

A deployable Faraday cage, woven into the frame of the vehicle's cabin. Blocked cell signals. Luxury cars advertised it as a family road trip feature, presumably for families that hated their kids.

Boston was rushing by way too fast. On the Charles, Harvard guys were rowing their row-team yuppie canoes.

Any plan I could come up with, if I got caught, I'd be looking at a real bid. If I went to prison for stealing or destroying a Taxy, I'd spend at least the rest of my twenties packaging chain store coffee for forty cents an hour.

Jae was right. She was usually right. Better just roll with it. I let my breathing get deeper. Tried to relax, tried to give up.

"If you find our service useful, please consider rating us five stars on the App Store."

Fuck this Taxy. I was getting out. Double or nothing. I started tapping out a program on my phone.

"Hey car," I said, still writing.

"Yes Nic?"

"You got a name?"

"My name is Taxy."

"What about your pronoun?"

"I prefer when others refer to me as 'it.'"

"How do you communicate when the Faraday cage is deployed? Is your brain outside of it?"

"I will not answer that question."

I guess you can't play the same kinds of get-them-talking tricks on cars you can play on people. "Is your brain in the trunk or the hood?" I asked.

"I will not answer that question."

"Are you intelligent?"

"While I am capable of adding rudimentary instructions to my own programming, I am not what could be considered a true artificial intelligence."

"How do you make ethical decisions, then?"

"I do not understand."

"You're a death machine, right? You hit some dude when you're going sixty, and he's just walking his dog or some shit, then he's dead and his dog, you just killed his dog too. But if you try and stop too fast, you might roll and kill your passenger. You swerve, same issue. It's that train problem. Ethics."

"The trolley problem."

"Yeah, the fucking trolley problem."

We weren't two minutes from the bridge into Cambridge, and probably another two from there to jail. I got back into that safety harness, what was left of it, while my thumbs tapped faster on my screen than I would have thought they could go. Hoped Jae had heard me, hoped she'd sent the drone.

"In order to be legal on the road in Massachusetts, I am programmed to prioritize saving the greatest number of human lives. I am sorry if you feel I do not adequately prioritize you, the customer. I am bound by the constraints of law. But I assure you, traveling in a Taxy is nearly two thousand percent safer than if a human were at the wheel."

I saw a quadcopter hanging over the bridge. Small, kind of uneven in its hovering. Had to be Jae's.

"Hey, car," I said.

"Taxy."

"Fuck you, car." I opened the glovebox, put my feet up on the dash for leverage, grabbed the lip of the glovebox with my pliers, and pulled. Heard something crack. I brought my foot down on the open glovebox door. Again. Again. The plastic gave out, and I jammed my phone into the crack I'd made at the back of the glovebox. Past the damn Faraday cage.

We turned onto the bridge, going fifty, and the drone got its signal.

Jae kept three phones on her quadcopters. An autonomous brain, a camera, and a redundancy that stayed off by default. Three cellular devices. That counted as three people. But only the brain was likely to be on, so Taxy here was only counting one up in the sky.

My program forced the drone to shoot down to the pavement, switching on its camera and redundancy as it went, and I clung to the harness with all I had.

Taxy swerved, and I saw the guardrail coming. Then I was weightless and there was just a wall of water in front of me. Taxy and I crashed through the surface of the river then bobbed back up before I had time to think.

Pain ran through my shoulder. It was probably dislocated.

Taxy didn't say a word. My harness came undone, and the door lock clicked open. Emergency protocols. The safest ride in the world.

I grabbed my phone, opened up the App Store page for Taxy. Typed in a new review:

"One star. Drives you to jail."

I opened the door, and the river rushed in. Some Harvard yuppies rowed by in their yuppie canoes, gawking.

I let my purse sink down to the bottom of the river, and swam, one-armed, to shore.

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This was, I think, the punchiest story in Margaret Killjoy's new book of collected short stories, We Won't be Here Tomorrow. Hopefully you're enticed, now.

#books #margaret killjoy #short stories #speculative fiction #support your local anarchist worker cooperative indie press and by local i mean we're all on the internet at least #ftr this shtory was prev published on vice dot com with some condescending intro stuff so i don't feel weird reifying it onto tumblr

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Gold mesh purse, 1940s-50s.

#purse #1940s #antique #accessories

[gretavanbear]

eclipse ; seven *

[notes:

2.6k words!

i know this isn't the longest chapter... i promise i will make up for it. exam season killed me a little.

*NSFW! oral(m&f), fingering !]

jake: Good morning, [y/n], happy Saturday!

you: good morning jakey :)

jake: Are you busy later?

you: noooo, why?

jake: Josh and I would like to take you out tonight.

you: really? where !!!

jake: That’s a surprise. We left you something by your door. Please be ready by four pm.

you: okay jakey :)

you eagerly head to your door, opening it quickly to be met with a gold gift bag on the ground. you smile to yourself as you pick it up; closing your door and sitting on your bed. you place the gold bag in front of you and pull out the little sparkly paper, placing it to the side. you’re met with a velvety black material, you stand up and pull it out. it’s a black body-con dress with a heart neckline and mesh sleeves. it’s beautiful. you gasp at the material in front of you; the excitement of wearing it later makes you so eager and nervous for what’s about to come.

you set the dress down flat on your bed, your hand digging in the gold bag to reveal a little gold box and a little soft envelope. you open the envelope first to reveal a black thong, with little gold rhinestones on each side. you gasp as your fingers trace the material, your heart melting at the thought of the boys putting this together.

you open the little box last; pulling the top off to reveal a gold necklace with a J on it. you tear up and trace your finger against the initial. J for your boys. you could not wait for tonight, to see them.

-

it was three pm and you were already ready; you had the dress on, the necklace on. you curled your hair, put fake lashes in, did your makeup all pretty for your boyfriends. you listen to music in bed while waiting after them, impatiently. a text message distracts you from your thoughts.

jake : I bet you're all ready by now.

you : well...

jake : We're outside.

you jump up and put your shoes on quickly, a big smile on your face as you rush down the stairs, seeing jake and josh on the other side of the glass doors. you run straight to jake and jump in his arms, he gasps surprisedly and holds on to you tight, squeezing you against him and then letting you down, you then quickly go to josh and give him a big hug- he wraps his arms around you and hugs you with his hand behind your head.

you pull away and smile up at them, they look at you with their mouths open, in pure awe. you give them a spin and they clap softly. josh wore black jeans and a white t-shirt with some gold chains, he looked very,,, boyfriend-y. he had a dark blue button up on which was unbuttoned. jake wore black dress pants with a white v-neck, and a chain with a silver medallion on it. he looked incredibly sexy, his hair loose against his shoulders.

"oh [y/n]... beautiful" josh smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist as jake takes your hand.

"you look breathtaking" jake smiles softly at you, and takes your purse from your shoulder; holding it for you. at this point, you let jake carry your things knowing you'll always lose that game. the boys lead you off campus, to the parking lot. you're met with an old black jeep, with some decals in the back window; a pirate flag and some music notes.

"woah.. this is your car?" you turn to face them and they nod. jake opens the back door for you, extending his arm out so you can grab onto him, you waste no second to take his hand, stepping into the tall vehicle, josh stepping in behind you. jake closes the door softly snd sits in the front seat.

you buckle yourself in and the boys follow your lead, jake turning his key in the engine and starting the car, to back up he places his hand behind the seat and looks behind himself, making eye contact with you rapidly. he shoots you a soft smile which makes your heart flutter as he looks incredibly sexy driving this old jeep.

josh scoots a bit closer to you and turns his head to face you, his hand makes it’s way to the side of your face as he pulls you in for a kiss. you don’t hesitate to kiss back, your fingers finding their way to his hair and pulling on it softly as he gasps in your mouth, biting your bottom lip softly. you pull away after a couple more seconds, your heart beating loudly in your chest.

“you really do look beautiful.” jake says, making eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. you smile and thank him quietly, blushing in your seat; the underwear they bought you already soaked.

“we were really nervous about picking the outfit. we were scared you weren’t going to like it, but wow.. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.” josh smiles and you melt, all these compliments making you want to hide in a ball and cry- these boys making you feel so special. your hand makes its way to the J necklace around your neck, a reminder that they’re always there.

josh’s hand makes it’s way to your thigh as jake focuses on the road. he licks his lips as his fingers drift slowly up, you nervously look at him quickly as his fingers feel the material of the thong, rubbing your clit on top of the material. he unbuckles himself and scoots to the middle seat so he’s closer; buckling himself back up and his hand goes right back to your inner thighs. his lips make their way to your earlobe, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

jake turns onto the highway and focuses on the road as josh’s fingers move the underwear to the side; his fingers dipping in your soaking slit, he slips them up and down feeling your juices on his fingertips. you close your eyes for a second as he bites your earlobe, rubbing your clit softly.

“what are you thinking about, sweet girl?” he whispers in your ear. “are you thinking about my cock inside that tight cunt? my brother watching us fuck?” his voice is soft, and you can’t help but hold his arm, opening your eyes to watch his forearm flex against your stomach, his hand against your pussy.

he pulls it away and looks deep into your eyes, sticking his middle and ring finger in his mouth and sucking on them a little, coating them with his spit before bringing it back down to your cunt, dipping them inside and thrusting them slowly inside of you. “i wish i could fuck you right now.. you feel so nice and tight against my fingers.” he breathes out quietly in your ear and your breath hitches, your eyes make their way to the rear view mirror. jake is watching you, your cheeks flushed and mouth parted as little moans escape your lips, josh quickening the pace between your thighs.

“are you thinking about when jake licked that pretty pussy of yours? when you had your lips wrapped around my cock? i bet you are… look at you, taking my fingers so well. such a good girl. doing such a good job.” he breathes out, curling his fingers and hitting your g-spot as you buck your hips up, letting a moan escape your lips. “all pretty for us too… did you think about me, [y/n]? did you think of me the way i think of you at night when my hand is wrapped around my dick, stroking it and wishing you’d be riding me.” he chuckles smugly and you squeeze around his fingers.

you nod quickly, agreeing to everything he’s saying. you wish you could speak up, tell him everything he's whispering to you is true, but you're frozen in time- nothing but little moans escaping your lips. your hand makes its way to josh's lap, his breath hitches as his fingers reach deeper inside you. your fingers reach his hard length through the material of his pants and he groans quietly, you look down at your hand as you undo his zipper and pull his cock out, stroking it softly so he can feel as good as you're making him feel. he moans softly in your ear, licking your earlobe as his fingers thrust in and out of you; and you're starting to feel close.

"are you getting close, love?" he whispers and you nod, looking at jake in the rearview mirror who's occasionally looking at you; but mainly focusing on the road. josh keeps the same rhythm, not wanting to change anything so you cum, and you do.

loudly, on his fingers, in the backseat of jake's car. moaning josh's name loudly as you squeeze around his fingers. he smiles as he watches you shake on his fingers, letting your orgasm fully consume you, giving it to him. he slides his fingers out and sucks them clean, before pulling you in for a kiss as your hand keeps stroking him, the rhythm going faster and faster as his breath hitches against your lips.

you waste no time to wrap your mouth against his dick, bobbing your head up and down on him until he's gasping softly, his hand wrapped in your hair, pulling it, pushing you down on him as he tries to keep quiet- shifting in his seat as you feel him twitch in your mouth.

"[y/n]... i'm already... fuck... you're going to have to swallow" he whimpers as quietly as he can, you simply nod and fully take him in, his cock finding the back of your throat. you don't move, letting his dick twitch against your tongue and his cum shoot down the back of your throat as jake turns the music from the radio up, singing along softly. josh sighs loudly, letting go of your hair and letting you sit up. his thumb rubs your bottom lip clean, pushing the cum leaking out back into your mouth.

"so pretty.." jake sighs, making eye contact with you using the rearview mirror, then looking back at the road.

-

the three of you walk into this fancy restaurant in the middle of the city, it was an italian restaurant and it looked absolutely beautiful. since the restaurant was at the top floor of the building, the windows exposed the entire city. you couldn't help but gasp at the view; the little cars speeding onto the highway, the sunset covering the buildings. you felt jake's arm wrap around your waist as the server led you to your table near the window.

jake and josh sat facing you, and their eyes did not leave yours for the first couple of seconds, until you pulled away from the eye contact to look out the window once again.

"this place is really pretty" you smile and look at both of them, the J initial necklace placed between your fingers.

"just like you" jake smiles shyly and you can't help but blush at his comment.

the evening consisted of a bottle of wine shared by the three of you, pasta, looking out at the view of the city, talking about your lives and childhoods. jake mentioned how he'd always wanted to be in a band, play guitar with his brothers, and josh mentioned how awesome that idea sounded. you could listen to them talk forever, their voices pulled you in completely, so did their eyes.

-

"shit.. it's mom" josh turns back to face jake right after starting the car, his phone buzzing in his hand. "i'll be right back." he smiles before unbuckling his seatbelt, turning off the car and stepping outside, placing the phone next to his ear.

jake turns to you in the backseat of the jeep, unbuckling his seatbelt and then yours. he's sat to your left. you give him a puzzled look as he places his hand on the right side of your hip, turning you towards him. the only light illuminating his face is from the streetlight outside, the small sound of rain hitting the top of the car and the windows.

"it's my turn to have you." his voice is barely above a low growl, and you feel the air in the vehicle turn thin, you watch his hand move from your hip to your inner thigh, slowly making it's way up to your centre. your breath hitches once his fingertips find the soaked material, a smirk finds its way on his lips and his tongue licks them quickly, before his fingers begin drawing small circles against the material. he backs himself up to get a better angle and drops low, his lips leaving small kisses against your inner thigh and all you can focus on is his touch. it's so dark in the car, so quiet, all there is, is him, touching you.

he sucks your skin, leaving hickeys so incredibly close to your cunt, and his fingers don't stop working against your clit as he leaves more and more hickeys; then pulling away to catch his breath.

"tell me you're mine, [y/n]." he breathes out against your cunt, his fingers moving the material to the side. "tell me you're mine." he repeats softly, so quietly. his breath sends shivers down your spine as the warmth against your clit makes it ache even more. he licks a stripe from the bottom to the top, moaning at the taste. you can't help but reach for his hair, pulling him close. "tell me.. you're mine.." he repeats once again, groaning against your folds, licking you harder, his tongue teasing your entrance.

"fuck... jake... he's right out there.." you gasp, holding back your moans.

"i don't care, let him hear" he groans and dips his head back between your thighs, his warm tongue making contact with your aching cunt once again. your mind is so fuzzy, unable to focus on anything but the way he knows exactly how to touch you, to please you.

you feel your orgasm approach once again, quickly, and you grab onto him tightly as you shake against his face, your orgasm riding over you as you breathe out his name loudly, giving the feeling to him, gifting your climax. you barely have time to sit back up before josh enters the car, phone still pressed to his ear. jake sits up quickly and wipes his mouth clean; giving you a soft smirk as josh turns to face him.

"yup, passing you to him now, goodnight mama" josh says softly into the phone with a smile. he hands the phone to jake who picks it up with his other hand, placing the phone to his left ear like his brother. josh starts the car once again and buckles in his seatbelt, you follow his lead.

"hey mom" jake smiles into the phone and the car is silent other than the muffled voice through the phone. "december fifteenth" he answers.

you watch josh switch the car to reverse and turn around to back up, giving you a quick glance and a small smile. 'had fun?' he mouths as the car backs up. you nod, your face flushed from what just happened.

"sure.. we can make the drive for then" jake chuckles softly into the phone. it amazed you how fast jake could switch up, from a sex god to a mama's boy. he was sweet, soft, kind, most definitely delicate. "good thing we both can drive" he says softly, listening to the voice through the phone. you feel yourself get tired from your evening, the sound of jake's voice making you sleepy.

"yeah, see you then. i love you, too. goodnight mom" jake smiles and the beep of the call being over fills the car. he places the phone in the cup holder next to josh and softly grabs your arm, pulling you close to him as you drive to sleep against his shoulder.

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[bebemoon]

look for the name: ESTHER

simone rocha swan-embroidered tulle midi dress w/ trailing feather-embellished satin ribbon straps

régime des fleurs “là-bas” eau de parfum

vintage ivory embroidered fabric purse w/ carved lucite, c. 195o’s

gucci white gold and diamond tiara w/ yellow sapphire

saint laurent black mesh opera-length gloves

erdem golden velvet “phillipa” chunky platform sandals

#i don't know why this name makes me think 'yellow' #esther #name #request #outfit #looks #yellow #gold #black #pink #simone rocha #mine #hope you like ! #gloves #jewellry #footwear #bag #vintage #195o's #edp #perfume #dress #sheer #swan #lemon #gucci #saint laurent #erdem #régime des fleurs #queue

[waaydamin]

big dess, not the little one

Dess’s Closet

• Bustier ; @gucci Women’s Black GG Mesh and Lace Bustier ($1,600)

• Skirt ; @ellise.co Reach to The Moon Midi Skirt (£195.00)

• Purse ; @bottegaveneta Chain Pouch Bag Black Gold ($4,100)

• Shoe ; @tomford Velvet Disco Platform Sandals ($1,250)

#jaydawayda #jaydacheaves #jayda cheaves #fashion #celebrity #ootd #lil baby #outfit #influencer #shanejustin #loriharvey #black girl aesthetic #black girl luxury #ari fletcher #instagram #black girls winning #therealkylesister #beautyinfluencer #amour jayda #blackgirlbeauty #dess dior #millionaire #milanodirouge #khloe kardashian #kylie cosmetics #kylie kardashian #kim kadarshian

[ltwilliammowett]

Blue silk mesh purse, the open end held by two metal pins with white glass beads at either end, before 1805

This purse was carried by Lord Nelson at all times, including the Battle of Trafalgar. After his death, his friend and flagship Captain Thomas Masterman Hardy took it out of his pocket and kept it as a memento. However, at that time it is said to have contained a gold guinea and other coins. When it was exhibited at the Royal Naval Exhibition, Chelsea, in 1891, the coins were no longer there, presumably Hardy used them.

#naval artifacts #nelsons purse #hardy #memento mori #I hope Hardy you got drunk with the money #before 1805 #age of sail

[mordenheim]

Fictober 2023 22: “Who takes care of you?”

Clara bit her bottom lip as she hurried through the back alley. Even in the middle of the day the place was gloomy and the shadows seemed too dark and too close. Finally, after what felt like hours she finally found the storefront she had been searching for.

There were only two narrow windows of frosted glass on either side of the ornate wooden door. Reaching in her pocket for the key, he slid it into the lock. Metal grated on metal. It felt like the lock hadn't been opened for years, but it slowly turned and clicked into place.

Retrieving her key, she stuffed it back into her pocket and turned the knob. For a second she was afraid it would just come off in her hand, but it turned with relative ease in spite of the squeak allowing her to open the door.

She hadn't been sure what to expect when she stepped into the shop, but this was certainly not it. It smelled of dust and age, but not mold or mildew. More like the scent of old books and spices. Everything had a thin layer of dust on it, but was incredibly intact. No broken glass in the cases, the empty shelves wee pristine, there was even an ancient looking cash register sitting on the counter.

Locking the door behind her, she walked across the room and set her purse down on one of the counters. Studying the shelves, she was stunned to find that they were made of heavy, solid wood, not particle board like she had been expecting. This place would have been worth what she had paid for it had it been empty, but with all of this already in place it would save her a fortune towards getting her occult book store up and running.

She had just started checking the locks on the back of one of the cabinets when she heard a soft, high pitched trill. At first she thought it was just a bird trapped somewhere until she listened a little more closely. It was humming. A lovely little even tune, high pitched and childlike coming from a doorway behind the counter.

She made a face as she pushed aside the beaded curtain which was filled with cobwebs and groped along the wall for a light switch. She found one and clicked it on, filling the room with a dim yellow light.

She gazed into what had to be a storage room. More of those big, sturdy shelves lined the walls and a few small tables were placed here and there. The humming was louder in this room, but it was beautiful. She knew she should be on edge, but there was something about the music that was so soothing.

It seemed to be coming from an ornate wooden box setting on one of the tables towards the back of the room. It was a dark brown color with lighter sides that were colored with a green wood stain. A design was inlaid with what looked like a thin layer of gold and a brass latch was on the front of the lid. The lid itself was some kind of breathable wooden mesh.

She tapped at the top of the lid and the music stopped. She heard a soft tapping return from inside of the box followed by what sounded like some kind of gibberish. The voice was almost child like. Nervously, she reached out and undid the latch.

Slowly the lid opened and two little hairless hands, each with two fingers and a thumb poked out from beneath the lid. Slowly tow huge brown eyes came into view as the little creature peeked out. It's head was short and wide, covered in brown and white fur save for a small, almost monkey-like muzzle. Two huge, hairless ears, long and pointed stuck out from the sides of its head. It smiled and waved at Clara, not fully opening the box.

Her heart thrummed in her chest. She had never seen anything so adorable in her life. It was almost like a living teddy bear. She opened the lid and very carefully lifted the creature out of the box. It was so excited it gave a little kick, knocking the box over backwards.

“Oh my god, you poor thing! How long have you been in there? Who takes care of you?” She cradled the creature like an infant as she carried it out of the back room.

She didn't see the small card that fell out of the box as it toppled over backwards. It fluttered slowly to the floor and landed face-up just in front of one of the shelves. It simply read:

MOGWAI

DO NOT EXPOSE TO BRIGHT LIGHT

DO NOT EXPOSE TO WATER

DO NOT FEED AFTER MIDNIGHT

#fictober23 #fanfiction #gremlins #mogwai #gizmo

[desertdollranch]

Inspired by the opulent plumage of the peacock, this collector doll commands attention with its gold embellishment, embroidered feathers, and more than 100 Swarovski® crystals. This limited-edition holiday doll is part of the American Girl® Collector Series.

Premium features:

This 18" Truly Me™ doll has lifelike violet eyes that open and close smoothly, and long curly hair that's a colorful combination of blue, green, and purple hues. She has a soft cotton body and a movable head and limbs made of smooth vinyl. She comes with glitter eye makeup and a pair of purple Swarovski crystal earrings in her pierced ears.

A peacock-inspired gown with a taffeta bodice and a sweetheart neckline embellished with Swarovski crystals. The gown has gathered ombre mesh shoulder straps; a gold waistband; a four-tier, full length ombre mesh skirt with taffeta lining; and an embroidered mesh applique at the waistband.

A metal tiara with blue and purple Swarovski crystal and a teardrop Swarovski crystal necklace with a satin ribbon

Also includes:

A pair of iridescent elbow-length gloves, a gold purse with a peacock printed in lavender glitter, a pair of glittery gold sandals with crisscross ankle straps, a pair of underwear, and a numbered certificate of authenticity

#sapphire splendor #collector's items #collector series #limited edition dolls #holiday dolls

[apolloanddaphnis]

Speaking in Tongues

Part VI

Disclaimer: I'm sorry I update this one so much, honestly it's just always in my head and I'm obsessed with Minka's wardrobe. But now I'm like having total writer's block with this one at the moment.

Also not many warnings in this one just allusions to sexual situations, it's an adult story so avert your eyes please if you get offended.

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Minka's POV 

"I have to go home, come on monkey, stop being silly." I chastised the handsome man who was behaving like a child.

He has hidden my clothes and is standing there with his arms folded. He looks so handsome with that stubborn look on his face, blocking the door.

"You're not, not yet, please?" He then made his way over to me and I backed away. "No, no I know that look. Don't seduce me to stay in your castle, beast." Timothée cornered me, his imposing presence looming over me before he pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek then my lips and I whimpered. I was reminded of how good they felt on my neck. 

His hands slipped beneath the borrowed Bauhaus shirt I wore. Feeling the cold metal of his rings on his fingers was arousing. "Chouchou, please…postpone it, I've made dinner reservations for us…" he nuzzled my throat and my heart was racing, my heaving breasts were forcibly pressed against his chest by how close his body was to mine. 

"Where?" I found myself asking. 

"It's a surprise, but I'll have your outfit ready and your favorite bottle of wine too "

"Sparkling Syrah?" Oh he plays dirty. 

"But of course, little moth." He slid his hands up my naked thighs.

"You play dirty, I'll text Stone." 

He smirked and licked where he left his mark on me on my neck. I whined, I lost and knew it. It was his game and he made the rules after all…

…

It was a gown, but hardly. A black, completely sheer, primrose floral velvet, devoted, one shoulder, kaftan dress designed by Tom Ford.  There's a high slit that exposes a generous portion of my thigh. And nothing was underneath except for a black, elegant floral lace, Agent Provocateur thong. My ample breasts were completely exposed to any eye. The heels were Tom Ford' gold padlock ones, and by the same designer there's gold soaked padlock earrings to match. My scent he chose for me was their private blend of Vanille Fatale.  I painted my lips a dark plum and did my eyes with smoky lilac like a flapper. 

I walked out of the bathroom that was more like a dressing room. "Koza, I have no purse-" but I stopped as I looked down to see lavender rose petals making a path to the balcony, spa smelling candles were the only light guiding me and the soft romantic music of Gene Loves Jezebel played from outside. 

"Timothée?" A smile threatened to tickle my lips. I walked out onto the candle lit balcony that had a beautifully dressed handsome Timothée standing by an ornately decorated table. The round table is draped in white cloth, antique candelabras, a vase of lavender and orange roses. A bottle of sparkling red by Rosa Regale in an ice bucket, there was brick oven pizza with prosciutto and arugula.  There were some French and Italian  cheese board goodies too.

"Monkey, what is all of this–" Timothee quickly made his way over to me. He slid an arm around me and his large hand rested on my hip and he kissed my jaw and then my lips, in a way that made me a little empty headed. He rubbed my hip and pulled back a little to look at my body and licked his lips. "Damn." I giggled at his reaction.

"I thought we were gonna go out with my tits out. Such a daring choice.'' I brushed a curl out of his face and fixed the collar of his black blazer. I picked a piece of lint off of his collar, he looks so fucking delicious.  Beneath the crisp blazer was a black, sheer mesh top that provocatively displayed his nipples and he had the black high waist trousers that cinched in so razor sharp. I felt easily seduced and started kissing his neck.  Both of his hands were on my waist and he was holding them in such a tight grip his nails dug through the fabric.

"I'd never let you wall out like this." He raped as I sucked on his incredible smelling neck.

"So possessive already?" I teased in his ear.

His hands slid down to my ample backside. 

"Hell yeah baby," his voice deepened. "I can't taste you and not want to keep you. We fit together so well." He slapped my ass and I whined. "It's like we were made for each other like you were made for me." He ended weakly.

I felt dizzy and deliciously weak, my body pressed against his sweet smelling hard one. He was massaging my ass lazily. "I've gone out in less."

"I know, I've seen you…I was always there watching you." He said quietly. 

I felt my body set on fire, that was creepy in the hottest way. His arousal was pressing against me and I shivered. "Let's try and get through a meal without fucking, monkey." I breathed.

He chuckled and dipped me a bit as he pulled me against him, his laughter brushed against my neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "No promises, chouchou."

–

Timothée's POV 

It wasn't until a week later that I allowed her to leave my house. 

The brutal adjustment of leaving our cozy little cocoon was a lot, and not just on me but my little moth as well. As we finished getting dressed she watched me from my bed, the bed we spent seven days in, her big lilac eyes looked so forlorn and her pouty bottom lip trembled in anticipation of a cry. I felt my nose sting with upcoming tears as well, shockingly enough. How quickly we have become so dependent on one another, just to breathe, only to exist.

She's such a beautiful little crier. I had her clothes brought here after the third day, right now to block out the weirdly cold southern Californian autumn, she wore a chic, oversized, black and cream vertical striped turtleneck. Her shapely bottom and legs were encased in high waist, creamy white Ulyana Sergeenko jeans with black leather tapered at the top, black and white juicy couture Georgette heels showed off her pedicured dark amber colored toes. The only jewelry she adorn was a black vegan leather gold heart watch, gold Moschino peace earrings, and…my diamond snow leopard ring. I have taken a liking to her wearing at least one item of mine.

Her makeup was matte and in her typical vamp style, black lipstick and black mascara. I slid down onto my knees and moved between her legs, my elbows resting on her legs and she immediately cradled my face in her incredibly soft hands, stroking the bones that formed my face with such tenderness.  She smells too good, like her woody and earthy Laurel Canyon perfume, and her sweet English lavender soap. I laid my head on her lap and my face close to her clothed center. We've made love twice this morning and fucked three. "Why do you have to go?"

"Monkey, you have work today, you're filming remember?" She spoke so soft and sweet and I nuzzled her thighs. "And I have to meet with my manager who isn't happy with you right now, and have lunch with Anya-"

I scowled and lifted my head. "Anya." I spat.

She frowned, we went over this yesterday.  Anya Taylor-Joy is one of my little moth's best friends, but Minka used to have a crush on her, they fooled around and she convinced me there's nothing there between them anymore. Anya does seem enamored with her rock star boyfriend but I can't stop this large green beast from trying to swallow me whole. "I'm sorry." I apologized to her and raked my hand through my hair. I helped her up onto her feet, now I was towering over her. I took off my baseball cap and put it on her pretty bob in backwards fashion before kissing her gorgeous little face. Her beauty is a huge problem. "Perhaps I should get you pregnant so you would have no choice but to stay by my side."

She giggled like it was a joke. It wasn't. "Koza, I'll be back okay?" She took my hand leading me outside. Her assistant, her little brother Stone, was waiting outside by a 1985 teal corvette.  She squeaked when I lifted her a little and pulled her into a bone crushing muscle bruising hug. I kissed her and I was greedy with it, and I bit over the violet bruise I gave her on her neck. She cried weakly and winced. I smiled and licked the abused skin. She tangled her fingers in my hair. "Pick me up at eleven tonight, okay?"

I grinned and kissed her again. "Okay deal!" She pried herself out of my unbearable hold to scurry off to her sibling. "Don't forget about me while I'm away at war!" She teased before hopping in. They were gone so fast, she was gone so fast. Meanwhile I needed to try and remember who I was before Minka Farrah slipped into the bathroom at Chateau Marmont.

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[theroyalsims]

IS ELEANORE BROKE? EX-PRINCESS’ DRESSES, ACCESSORIES TO BE SOLD AT AUCTION

Is Brindleton’s favourite former Princess struggling to make ends meet?

Rumours of E’s financial struggles emerged this week when some of her couture pieces were included in the most recent catalogue of an upscale auction house in Champs les Sims, the same one E was seen visiting last month.

The “Eleanore Collection” is composed of three designer dresses, a pair of crystal-embellished high heels, and a bespoke (and monogrammed) luxury leather purse. 

(Above: An auction house employee adds finishing touches and adjusts the mannequin donning one of Eleanore’s dresses.)

Among those offered for sale is a blue gown which Eleanore wore for a private portrait a couple of years ago, as well as a short floral dress she wore during a trip to the Brindleton Stock Exchange a while back.

The auction house confirmed in a statement that the items are indeed pieces from the Eleanore’s personal collection. The items will be available for bidding sometime later this month and a portion of the sales will be donated to Eleanore’s charity of choice. Meanwhile, the items are currently on display at their Champs Les Sims main showroom:

“Yes, the item are from Princess Eleanore’s personal vault, and she has graciously allowed us to sell it on her behalf and offer it for this month’s upcoming auction. A part of the proceeds will benefit three charities of her choosing.”

(Above: Remember THIS dress? Eleanore’s custom sheer black dress that divided public opinion was also put up for auction.)

Another piece offered for sale to the highest bidder is E’s now-iconic sheer black dress which caused quite a stir at the red carpet. E wore the bespoke designer dress, which features a strapless mini dress and a sheer mesh overlay, to a fashion show a few years back. While the bold outfit won E praises with the fashion crowd, it also managed to raise quite a few eyebrows, with some remarking that the look in general was highly inappropriate for a senior member of the Royal Family.

The auction house also said that they are expecting the items to raise as much as §1.5 million collectively. The high price tag is reportedly anticipated because of the items’ “royal provenance.”

(Above: Want to dress like a princess? The floral dress was worn by E during one of her official engagements a few years back. The stunning blue gown, meanwhile, was what she wore for one of her official portraits.)

Rumours of the ex-princess’ financial woes has been going around for a while now, following her being taken off the royal payroll. Eleanore stopped receiving “royal allowance” from taxpayers after she was formally removed from the line of succession. Her parents have reportedly stopped supporting her financially as well, and was even stripped of her security and staff. However, she bounced back eventually as her then fiancé came to her rescue and she became Al-Simhara’s “adopted” daughter pending their marriage. 

Sadly, following the end of her engagement, the financial rumours again circulated, with some going as far as to claim that Eleanore has been reduced to mooching off of her wealthy friends to get by, and that her friends have slowly been cutting her off. However, no one seems to have come forward to corroborate the allegations.

(Above: [L] Also up for sale is a custom orange leather purse bearing E’s former royal monogram on the lower right corner. [R] E is also selling a pair of jewel-encrusted black heels with solid yellow gold accents to the highest bidder.)

One rumour we CAN confirm, however, is that Eleanore is now actually employed. A reliable source tells us that E was recently hired as a Gallery Exhibition Manager at a small Champs Les Sims gallery:

“She’s been looking to put her Art History degree to good use, and has been dropping her resume around for quite a while now. I think it was last week when she was finally hired by a small private gallery as an Exhibition Manager. The owner is a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend of E’s and was at first a little hesitant to take her on. In the end, she managed to land the job.”

Look, we see absolutely nothing wrong with selling a few pre-loved items, and for a good cause, too! We’re actually quite pleased with the fact that she’s well on her way to financial independence! After all, the woman has bills to pay! Colour us impressed, E!

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[pwlanier]

Edwina’s Evening Bag: An unusual and amusing gem-set gold mesh purse by Lacloche Frères, Paris, circa 1905.

This extraordinary handbag comes in the form of a large pig, its spine, tail and trotters set with diamonds. The Mountbatten family loved animals and had a veritable menagerie of pets wherever they lived, from a horse gifted to Edwina and Louis by the Maharajah of Jaipur on the occasion of their wedding, to a lion cub that Edwina brought home from South Africa when Patricia was thirteen.

Courtesy Alain Truong

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