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closedafterdark · 3 years

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Lee Saerom & Jang Gyuri x Male Reader

10204 words

categories: smut, angst, oral, mommy kink, scientist! gyuri

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“S-Slow d-down.. P-please…!”

Heavy breathing and the familiar sounds of a bed frame creaking filled an otherwise empty room. A pile of discarded clothing begins from the entrance leading to the bed itself. On the bed was a woman who was currently straddling someone’s waist, bracing herself onto his chest as she rode him.

He is greeted with a harsh slap across his face, the sound echoing onto the walls around them. He isn’t given any time to process the harsh sting felt on his cheek. The woman slicks her long, beautiful chestnut brown colored hair back as she meets the man’s eyes with her own aloof expression.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do.” she simply said, her cold tone reinforced with another slap. This time, on the man’s other cheek.

He can feel her suffocatingly tight walls constrict his shaft, causing him to feel a mixture of both pain and pleasure. The woman’s fluidity of her hip movements caused his cock to be well lubricated with her juices. Having established a somewhat enjoyable rhythm, the man raised his hands and brushed aside the white lab coat the woman was wearing. The very moment his hands rested on her waist, he was met with his neck being constricted by her soft hands.

“Who said you could touch me?” she asked. “I’m the one in charge here.”

The man’s eyes widened in fear as the woman increased her pace. Her pussy was extremely wet and tight, causing his breath to be staggered as he struggled to match her tempo. Her cute butt and dangerously soft thighs met his with each bounce of her body.

“I… I’m sorry.” the man managed to say.

“Sorry? You’re not sorry. At least, you won’t be until I’m done with you.”

The woman in the lab coat continues to ride the man - her hot, wet pussy causing him to feel a multitude of sensations at once. Her muscles gripped onto his erect cock even tighter, the pace at which she was impaling herself onto him showed she had zero regard for his comfort. It was clear she had one goal. Using the helpless man to achieve her own satisfaction.

“My pussy is too tight for you, isn’t it?” she jeered. The bed underneath them both began to creak loudly as she continued to increase the pace at which she was riding him. Her slim, long fingers wrap themselves around his neck, causing the restriction of airflow. Not enough to suffocate, but enough for his breathing to become sparse. He gulps a small amount of saliva built up as he manages to admire the woman’s body through his fear. She was slightly taller than the average woman, her slim figure complimented by the tiniest hint of muscle and soft, delicious looking thighs. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but were easily able to hypnotize whoever should be staring at them as they bounced up and down while she continued to do so on the man’s cock.

A dangerously sweet face that was anything but. Her soft features were a testament to the natural beauty she possessed. Not a single blemish or imperfection on her face, nothing to hide the alluring look presented before him. Her eyes were bright, a twinkle of a wild personality being unleashed as her body bounced up and down on the man. Had the meeting been under more comfortable circumstances, the man would easily admit he is smitten towards her. The feel of her hands that continued to hold on his neck brings him back to reality - the time to admire her appearance is short-lived as he feels her already tight pussy quickly increasing even more in tightness as it pulses around his shaft.

She knows he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, as she runs one hand through her luscious, long hair and slicks it back and continues to impale herself again and again on his cock. She wanted him to cum and she wanted him to do it now.

“I know you’re getting close… so just hurry up and fucking cum already…!”

Her hands tighten their hold on his neck as the velvety walls of her pussy do the same to his cock. The bed’s loud creaking could not be compared to how roughly the woman slammed her body onto him. He isn’t even able to speak as the orgasm finally takes over his body. His toes curl tightly from the pleasure as the euphoric floodgates are opened all at once. She feels his cock throb inside her as her thighs clenched around his waist. Goosebumps formed on the man’s body as he instinctively thrusts upwards, releasing more and more of his semen into the hot, tight walls of her pussy. He holds onto her hips - surprised she showed no effort of pushing him away as she allows him to ride out his orgasm.

She grinds herself on his cock as the man slowly descends from his pleasure-filled high. The man is panting heavily, beads of perspiration formed on his skin as he struggles to return to normalcy. Finally opening his eyes, he is met with the woman’s beautiful eye smile once more. She gives him a seductive wink before blowing a kiss. Satisfied, the man continues to catch his breath.

“That was… amazing.” he said.

He is met with the woman letting out a hauntingly soft laugh. The look in her eyes shows she is not happy, in fact - the opposite. The smile on her face disappears as quickly as it appeared. His eyes widened as he begins to process what was going on.

“I wouldn’t call cumming in less than a minute and a half something to be proud of.” she said. Despite saying that, a sultry moan escapes her lips as she raises her hips and removes the man’s softening cock from her body. A stream of semen and juices begins to flow out of her freshly fucked pussy. She looks down at where their bodies were previously connected and her frown deepens.

“A shame that such a large load was released by someone who can’t even last long in bed.” she stated. The man’s ego would have taken a hit were it not for the fact that she quite simply scared him. She gets off the bed and grabs tissues from the nearby nightstand.

“What’s worse is that I would’ve enjoyed swallowing it. Bet you didn’t know that about me, didn’t you? I love swallowing. But now I have to clean this disgusting filth out of my body.” As the woman wipes her thighs, she bends over in front of the man, shaking her butt cutely at him as she grabs and puts on the lacy fabric of her sheer black panties.

“Seriously? I shake my ass and you’re already hard again?” her unwelcoming tone drastically lowering the temperature in the room despite the heater being on. The man swallowed another amount of saliva as he opened his mouth in response. Unfortunately, no sound was able to be produced. Instead, he chooses to nod his head nonchalantly.

“That’s too bad. Now you’re going to have to go home and jerk yourself off in order to relieve that. Still such a shame, I can see your poor cock throbbing. Just dying to be inside me once more.” The woman knelt beside the bed and slowly began to lower her face onto his crotch. Anticipating her wrapping her pink, plump lips around his shaft, he closed his eyes. After not feeling himself enter her mouth, he slowly opens them and sees she is blowing hot air onto his tip, still lubricated from her juices and his own cum. She held onto the man’s crinkled dress shirt next to him and tossed it onto his body.

“Gather your things and get the fuck out of my office. Now!”

The man fumbles out of the bed, his sense of balance still lacking as evident through his shaking knees as he quickly gathered his discarded clothing and shoes before storming out of the office in tears. Luckily enough, he didn’t seem to run into a young woman who made a fist in front of where the door was. She turned her head to see what just whirled by her as her gaze returned to the woman in the lab coat who is now putting on her bra and stockings. Leaning against the frame of the door, she smirks at the woman.

“Can I help you?”

“Looks to me like this is the scene of another failed experiment. Poor bastard never even stood a chance. How many does that make it, four?” The woman replied, tilting her head slightly as she put her pointer finger on her temple. The woman inside has finally put on her dress shirt, taking the time to button it up before tucking it into her skirt and wearing her slightly wrinkled lab coat once more.

“Is there a reason you’re in my office and making fun of my unsuccessful test run, miss Nakyung?”

“Unnie, lighten up.” Nakyung said as she closed the door. She goes ahead and sits on the nightstand next to the bed, the only other piece of furniture in the room. “You’re so uptight whenever I bring it up.”

“You would be too if you had to deal with idiots in an intimate scenario on a daily basis.”

“I am. Those poor souls end up crying in my office, causing me to clean up after you. You really should take it easy, unnie.”

“Did you call the person I told you to call, miss Nakyung?” the woman said, ignoring the previous statement and easily changing the subject.

Nakyung sighed. “Yes, I did. They’re going to be arriving later today.”

“Good.” the woman nodded. Not bothering to move her head up, her eyes met Nakyung’s curious gaze. She watched as she crossed her legs and brushed her skirt before speaking.

“Gyuri unnie.” Nakyung began. An eyebrow was raised as she grabbed onto her lab coat and fixed it, her name embroidered above its left breast pocket. Despite the cold stare evident on Jang Gyuri’s face, it still maintained a soft, calming feeling.

“You said you were okay with them getting together. Saerom unnie even asked if you would be okay with her dating your ex-boyfriend.” Gyuri tensed up slightly. Nakyung knew it was a sensitive subject, trying all that she could to avoid saying the one person’s name Gyuri was not overly fond of.

Two women sit across from each other at a quaint, yet spacious cafe. The decor looked as if it was stepping into a time portal - everything from the red neon rings surrounding the various wall clocks and the ceiling above to the black and white checkered flooring. The diner tops contained chrome finishes while the chairs used a shiny form of faux leather. The fair appearance of the waitress who delivered the women’s drinks was complimented by a red and white dress, complete with clubmaster glasses, overtly red lipstick, and a beauty mark that had no business blemishing an otherwise flawless face. She bowed to the women before leaving them to their conversation.

Neither woman said a word. Both looked around, as if to find something, anything to distract them from the tension in the air before them. The moment the two made eye contact, their eyes widened slightly before taking the cup in front of them and having a small, awkward sip. To anyone viewing from the outside, it would seem the two were friends, or at the very least, acquaintances discussing some important matters. Which is true, but the context of the situation was lost to everyone except for the two of them.

“Have you given my request some thought?” one of the women finally said, breaking the silence. The other woman coughs, not expecting that to be the first statement either person would say. She takes a moment to compose herself and gather her thoughts before speaking.

“Remind me again what it was?” she asked, a hint of a feigning innocence in her voice.

“I wanted to know if you’re okay with me asking out oppa. You know, your ex-boyfriend.”

The mere fact that she reiterated her point, and made sure to mention that it was her ex-boyfriend at that, rubbed the woman the wrong way. She placed her cup back onto the plate serving as a coaster below, albeit a bit louder than expected. She glared at the woman before her, though it was not one with the intention of malice. Instead, it contained pain, a longing sadness in her eyes.

“Does it really have to be him, Saerom?”

“It does.” the woman known as Saerom replies, sighing. “I know you two didn’t break up on the greatest terms. Trust me, I get it. I’ve tried so hard to get rid of my feelings by going on dates with other people. But somehow, I always found myself gravitating towards him. He has my heart, Gyuri.”

Gyuri’s eyes began to glisten at what Saerom had told her. It was true - Gyuri and her ex-boyfriend broke up because their careers were going to take them in completely separate paths. Rather than end up not having any time for each other at all, it was Gyuri who suggested they mutually part ways. Despite some time having passed, it was still a sensitive subject for Gyuri.

“I’m sorry.” Saerom said softly, taking Gyuri’s hand into her own. Placing her other hand on top, she began rubbing it gently, an effort to calm the abundance of emotions Gyuri was likely experiencing all at once. “I know what he meant to you. But I have to listen to my heart. The heart wants what it wants.”

Tears begin to stream down Gyuri’s face. Despite having heard something so devastating, she managed to keep a smile on her lips. She knew everything Saerom said was true, but it didn’t make it any less heartbreaking.

“Ah, why am I feeling this way?” Gyuri said, doing her best to wipe the tears out of her eyes. Regardless, they continued to flow freely down her cheeks. She was sorrowfully beautiful - a modern day tale of a woman who chose her career over her true love. And now to hear someone else, someone she was close to in particular, wanting to give love in a way she never could breaks her heart. It didn’t matter that they were in a public place. Years of built up longing and regret were finally released as Gyuri continued to cry.

All Saerom could do was continue to comfort Gyuri by rubbing her hand tenderly as she let it all out. Eventually, Gyuri manages to calm herself down once she realizes she’s all cried out. Her face is flushed, and her once bright, shining eyes are glistening with an overwhelming sadness. She initially wipes her eyes with the back of her hand before grabbing the napkin on the table to properly fix her appearance.

“You’re right. The heart does want what it wants.” Gyuri said after several minutes of relative silence.

“I hope you two are happy together.”

“They do seem pretty happy together...” Nakyung could be heard saying, bringing Gyuri out of her daydream. She glares at Nakyung slightly before turning away and putting on her heels.

“You know, ever since you dyed your hair and got those horrible excuses for extensions, you’ve changed a lot.” Gyuri said, staring out the window that overlooked the city.

“My boyfriend seems to like them, so they can’t be that bad.” Nakyung replied. “Can’t say the same about you, unnie.”

“Hey!” Gyuri whined. Nakyung got off the nightstand and linked arms with Gyuri, causing the older woman to scoff in fake annoyance before smiling as Nakyung batted her eyes and turned up the charm. She knew Gyuri was always soft for her.

It was a day like any other.

That is, since most days began looking down as you felt a sharp pleasure from between your legs as your girlfriend Lee Saerom’s head was currently bobbing up and down. A soft moan escapes your lips as your hand guides her rhythm. Saerom gives you a hauntingly sexy stare as her plump lips are parted by your cock. You felt her hollowed cheeks that are accompanied by her tongue running across the underside of your shaft.

Saerom’s pace was slow, wanting you to feel the pleasure gradually build up as the wetness of her mouth and the suction-like hold her lips have on your cock caused you to release steady moans of satisfaction.

She kept her eyes on you the entire time, smiling through them as she hears you enjoying the pleasure she is giving. Your girlfriend was extremely beautiful by every means possible, but there was something alluring whenever she had your cock in her mouth. Giving you one final bob of her head, she flicks her tongue back and forth on your base before withdrawing you from her mouth inch by inch. You let out a soft whine once she fully released your cock with a loud pop. She giggles before opening her mouth and flicking her tongue on your tip. She then strokes you before focusing her attention on your balls, lathering each one as she gently nibbles on them, causing you to shiver as they are particularly sensitive from her having squeezed them with a bit of pressure.

Saerom smiled sweetly as she continued, giving the tip of your cock a long, deep kiss before taking your cock back into the familiar warm and wet feeling of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, mommy…” you moaned out as Saerom resumed bobbing her head up and down. Despite having a mouth full of cock, she let out a giggle, causing her tongue to vibrate on the underside of your shaft. You felt her lips tighten around your cock as she played with your head. No matter how many times she has done it, it always seemed like she found a new way to cause pleasure to be felt throughout your body.

Saerom loved giving the sloppiest of blowjobs, and why would today be any different? Her eyes formed inverted crescents as she smiled at you while swishing around her built up saliva and thoroughly lubricated your cock. With your hand still guiding her rhythm, it was eventually joined by your other one as it ran through her voluminous, shiny black hair before resting on the back of her head.

Feeling the end was near, you began increasing the pace of her bobbing her head. Her eyes were filled with pleasure, wanting nothing more than to see you fully satisfied by her actions. Sounds of Saerom gargling on your cock and her saliva entered both of your ears as you relentlessly put more and more of your cock inside her promiscuous mouth. It couldn’t have been more than a dozen or so bobs of her head for you to finally reach your orgasm.

Unable to say anything besides moaning loudly, both of your hands grabbed onto the back of Saerom’s head and pushed her all the way down as your cock began to deposit hot, thick semen down her throat. Your body shakes from the aftershocks of pleasure as you curled your toes and continued pushing her head down. Saerom’s wet lips maintain their tight hold on you as she takes your balls into her hand and gently squeezes them, wanting to make sure she has drained you of every last drop.

You struggle to catch your breath as your knees have not fully recovered from the intense orgasm Saerom gave you. She regretfully removes her head from your cock inch by inch as some of your cum begins to leak out and drop onto the bed sheets below. She opens her mouth to show you the massive volume of semen you released for her. Giggling slightly, she plays with it, twirling it inside her mouth and tongue before tilting her head up and giving you a good view of your load slowly descending down her throat. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, Saerom cleans up the small amount of cock dribbling from your slit before smiling at you sweetly.

“You always cum so much for mommy, baby.”

One almost scalding shower and intense round of sex later, you make your way to the living room and see Saerom on the couch. There she sat, crossing her long legs for your viewing pleasure thanks to the extremely tiny boy shorts she wore. Her skin tight black tank top left little to the imagination as it showed off her wonderful midriff, the result of many hours at the gym which resulted in abs that you were a bit embarrassed to admit you enjoyed worshipping a bit too much. The outline of her breasts made you want to do nothing more than rip off the restrictive clothing from her body.

“... so yeah, he and I just finished moving into this place about a few days ago. You should totally come by when you have time.” Saerom said as she waved at you sweetly. She puckered her lips which soon met yours as you sat down next to her. “Nakyung” she mouthed to you when you asked who she was on the phone with. Despite the television being on, she paid little attention to it as she was currently engrossed in her conversation with Nakyung. She placed her legs on top of yours, something she has done plenty of times. While it wasn’t out of the ordinary, your hand began to rub them and admired how smooth and soft they were. It seemed Saerom had been using a new lotion, the fragrant aroma of lilac perfumed the air as you saw her wiggling her freshly pedicured toes. You teased her by squeezing her big toe, causing Saerom to playfully hit you.

Feeling a bit more bold, you sneakily wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her onto your lap. Saerom yelped, having been caught off guard.

“Saerom unnie, are you okay?” Nakyung asked.

“Ah, ah. Yes, I’m just exercising at the moment.” Saerom yelled a bit loudly as you softly laughed while running your hands up her creamy thighs.

“Oh, what are you doing?”

“I’m… ah, about to do squats.” She moaned as one of your hands began to fondle her clothed breasts while simultaneously planting tender kisses on her neck. Her eyes grow half-lidded as lust quickly takes over her body. You helped Saerom out of her shorts and panties as she turns around and faces you. Her face is flushed as she cutely glares at you. Giving her a tender kiss on the lips, you smacked Saerom’s ass softly. She helps you remove your shirt, all the while still on the phone with an unsuspecting Nakyung.

You grabbed Saerom’s toned arms and pushed her face first onto the couch. Her long, beautiful hair was beginning to grow damp as she moved it all to one side for you to admire her neck.

You slapped her soft butt cheeks a few more times with your cock, teasing her. You slid yourself between them, causing her to have to restrict her moans before entering her. Your initial penetration caused you to moan as well, Saerom lost strength in her arms as her phone fell onto the couch. Giving her time to adjust to your cock, she fumbled around before placing the call on speaker.

“Fuck…” she moaned into the couch while covering her mouth.

“You’re so tight, mommy.” you said as you slowly thrusted in and out of her hole. Her velvety walls squeezed your cock painfully, arousing you even more. You thrusted into her slowly, yet deeply. Her asscheeks rippled from the force each time it collided with your lower body. Saerom bit down on her panties hard to prevent her moaning from being heard by Nakyung as you held onto her arms while you fucked her.

“Unnie, are you okay? You sound like you’re out of breath.” Nakyung’s voice could be heard through the phone. It was slightly alarming that the two of you quickly forgot Saerom was having a conversation. But that thought quickly faded as the two of you were being consumed by lust and passion.

“I-I’m fine!” Saerom panted heavily. “Harder, baby.” She whispered to you softly. You picked up the pace, causing her to bite even harder onto her panties as the sounds of your skin colliding with each other filled the spacious living room.

“Can I join you, unnie?” Nakyung curiously asked, causing your cock to throb inside Saerom. She turned her head back and rolled her eyes at you.

“N-Not… right now…” Saerom moaned, her voice trailing off as you held onto her hips and continued to thrust inside your girlfriend. Saerom was extremely wet, her juices coating your cock as you did your best to roughly fuck her quietly. Her moans fueled you to keep going. The two of you could feel every inch of your cock rubbing against her velvety tight walls. The sensation is becoming too much for Saerom to bear, her orgasm steadily building.

“Ahh, baby...” she moaned when she felt you pull out and re-enter her pussy. She wasn’t even given time to whine over the temporary loss of your cock as your tip finds a very sensitive spot.

“Awh, that’s too bad unnie. I wanted to wear the new sports bra and leggings I bought.”

“B-Baby! Slow down… Oh fuck!”

The feeling for Saerom is slightly painful, yet wonderful at the same time. Though she felt your cock throb once again by Nakyung’s statement, she doesn’t care. Each of your thrusts are filled with vigor, causing her to grit her teeth hard. Her toes curled from the pleasure, she knows your firm hold on her hips is the only thing supporting her at this point.Your pelvis meets hers, her soft flesh jiggling from the force. Despite wanting to spank her loudly as you know she loves it, you do so quietly so as to not let Nakyung hear. The effort seems moot, however, as Saerom’s moans and cries of pleasure are unexpectedly louder than usual. This position gives you full access to Saerom’s wonderful body, the result of a strict regimen and discipline. Saerom arches her back and her knees buckle as her body reacts to yours. She tries to find something to hold onto, anything that can act as an outlet from the consecutive bursts of pleasure. But each slam of your cock inside her means Saerom gets closer and closer to reaching her orgasm.

“N-Nakyung… can you… hold on a moment?”

You continue to thrust into her to the point of no return. Not caring that her phone was on speaker, all that mattered was the euphoric bliss of reaching her orgasm. Saerom screams as she finally climaxes. The pressure of her cum is so strong, it pushes your cock out of her pussy. Her body shakes as you watched her juices stained both of your thighs and the gray leather. Knowing you weren’t going to last much longer yourself, you entered Saerom’s still quivering pussy once more as your cock disappears between her ass cheeks with each thrust. A light layer of perspiration misted her beautiful backside as the pheromones being released caused an almost animalistic sense inside of you to awaken. Your left hand squeezes Saerom’s breast while your right tightly grips onto her wide hip. No longer caring that Nakyung could hear you both, Saerom releases a steady stream of loud moans and telling you to fuck her harder as the sounds of you penetrating her deafened the sounds of anything else.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum, mommy.”

“Fuck, fuck… fuck! Fuck mommy harder, baby! Keep fucking me hard just like that!”

With Saerom’s vulgar encouragement, you pushed your hips against hers until you felt your orgasm finally arrive. Thrusting into her deeply, your body shook - unloading into your girlfriend’s tight, warm pussy. Your cock throbbed inside her as you felt Saerom tighten around your shaft, milking you of rope after rope of semen into her wanton body. She flexed her beautiful back muscles for you as her moans of satisfaction could be heard. After giving you a bit of time to come down from your orgasmic high, Saerom slowly removed her body from your own.

You watched as thick gobs of your semen and her juices slowly dripped out of her freshly fucked pussy. You rubbed your tip against her hypersensitive clit, eliciting another mini orgasm and several violent aftershocks from her. Her lips quiver slightly from the amount of pleasure she was given. When the two of you are finished, you both catch your breath as Saerom turns around and pulls you down, causing you two to share tender, passionate kisses. Saerom breathes a sigh of relief, her eyes full of content and happiness from you.

“Unnie… when you and oppa are done sexercising, can you guys drop by the clinic?” Nakyung said while the two of you were still indulging in each other’s mouths.

“Sure thing, Naky.” you said without realizing, causing Saerom to smack you in the leg.

“Hi, oppa! I’ll be waiting for you guys. Seems like you fucked unnie good!” Nakyung teased as she ended the call.

Saerom’s big, beautiful eyes glared at you intensely as you leaned down and gave her another kiss. Despite her best efforts not to smile, she looked away as you peppered her face with quick pecks. Saerom then wraps her legs around you before flipping you over so that she is now on top. As you wrap an arm around her head and the other on her body, Saerom softly hits your chest.

“Want to go again?” you asked.

The location Nakyung sent to Saerom’s phone was easily obtainable by GPS. Surrounded by many high rise buildings, the clinic stood humbly sandwiched in between a residential complex and what you believed to be one of the biggest dance studios you have ever seen. Needless to say, you were a bit intimidated by the estimated value of the area. Saerom drags you by the hand - her carefree attitude a fierce juxtaposition to the woman who loves sex she becomes whenever you two were alone in private.

“Oh baby, this is where I go every week for dance class. Never realized there was a clinic next door.” Saerom said to you as the two of you stood between the two buildings.

“Is that so?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “So who do I have to thank there for giving my girlfriend such a nice body?”

Saerom giggled as you squeezed each cheek before giving her butt a firm smack. She hit your shoulder, a hint of shyness on her face at your sudden aggressiveness while in public. Her reserved nature was something you could never get used to, but it was nice to know your girlfriend had her soft moments. She chose to wear a skin tight, all black colored outfit. Her long sleeved top ended just before her abs and cute belly button you always teased Saerom about. Her black leggings left little to the imagination as you admired her long legs that showed off her well sculpted thighs and her round butt your hands were currently on. Completing the look were black clear heeled boots that almost blended in with her leggings.

“Why don’t you go inside first, baby? I want to ask the teacher what this week’s dance would be.” Saerom said. She tried breaking free from your embrace, but was unable to as you squeezed her butt harder and pushed her towards you. Saerom laughs, hitting your chest while you move your hands above her lower back and hold her tightly. The two of you stay in each other’s embrace for a few minutes before Saerom finally manages to escape. Heading towards the entrance to the dance studio, she is stopped when she feels you gently holding onto her wrist. You turned her around and placed both hands on her face before giving her a deep, long kiss. When Saerom opens her eyes, she blinks them several times repeatedly and has the biggest smile plastered on.

“I love you.” you said.

“I love you too, baby. I won’t be gone long.” Saerom replied before giving you one more peck and pressing the outdoor button to enter the studio.

Once Saerom was out of sight, you admired the clinic before you. It was a simple two story building. Despite still appearing in good condition, it was obviously on the older side compared to the modern architecture surrounding it.

“Okay Clinic…” you said, reading the sign aloud.

With uneasy steps, you entered the clinic alone. The receptionists’ desk and waiting room were barren - it was hard to believe there would be no patients in the middle of the day. Admiring the minimalist decor, you scan the area trying to find Nakyung. While doing so, you were unaware of the person sneaking up behind you.

“Guess who?” the person says while covering your eyes.

“You can’t just say guess who when I know it’s you instantly from your voice, Nakyung.” you said, turning around and extending your arms out for a hug. The two of you have been friends for many years - first meeting each other on a blind date and deciding it would be better to keep things platonic.

“You’re no fun, oppa.” Nakyung replied, pouting as you pinched her cheek. For as long as you have known her, Nakyung had short, bobbed hair. Despite the brief period she went pink, it was easy to spot her out in a crowd due to her blonde hair. You question how long it has been since Nakyung is now sporting longer, darker colored hair. Her eyes were big and bright like Saerom’s, which often made it easy to read her facial expressions.

“Sounds like you and unnie had a good workout.” She teased, nudging you slightly.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, will I…” you said, sighing.

“Nope! Just like you let me hear the end of you and unnie’s session, I will tease you about it until the end of time.”

Covering your face with your hands, you were embarrassed about the whole situation. It wasn’t like you or Saerom to be adventurous at all. Nakyung patted your shoulder before telling you to come with her as she led you to a plain white room with two comfortable looking chairs and a bed with fresh, unwrinkled sheets. You tilted your head and looked at Nakyung confused before she winked at you and headed for the door.

“Just wait here until the doctor is ready to see you. I hope you like the surprise, oppa.”

There wasn’t much to look at - well, nothing to look at really. You didn’t want to be on your phone, knowing you would dive far too deep into random videos and get distracted. You noticed the bed itself would have blended right into the walls were it not for the wooden bed frame and nightstand right next to it. The room seemed a bit too perfect, nothing out of the ordinary. Wanting to clear your head and not overthink things, you approached the nearby windows and stared off into the distance at the view of the surrounding buildings and cars passing by below.

“I thought I closed this door…” a slightly deep, feminine voice behind you could be heard saying. It was one you knew all too well. Surely this was a mistake. How is it possible that she is the doctor Nakyung forewarned you about? With hesitant steps, you slowly turned yourself around as your eyes focused on a pair of black heels. Moving up slowly, you saw a pair of long, creamy legs that were slightly covered by a lab coat and beautiful chestnut brown hair with blonde highlights. The woman had her hand on the doorknob, almost about to close the door when she raised her head and her eyes met yours.

“Gyuri?”

“Oppa…?”

You still aren’t sure what’s going on. Meeting up with your ex-girlfriend certainly wasn’t on the list of things to do today. The only thing you could think of in that moment was to get out of the room. Seeing an ex again usually never ends well. While the thought of jumping out of the window occurred to you, being on the second story and the resulting hospital bills that would come out of it proved to be not worth the trouble at all.

“I uh… Just remembered I left the stove on at home. I should get going.”

You quickly walk to the door to exit the room but are stopped as you feel a pair of hands wrap themselves tightly around you from behind. Gyuri tilts her face to the side as she refuses to let you go. It was the same tactic she used whenever you two had an argument and she knew it was her fault. Your shirt began to get stained with Gyuri’s tears as she sobbed. Despite all that has passed and the terms in which your breakup happened, it always hurt you seeing her cry. You could feel her entire body reacting as you managed to loosen the grip she had on you. The moment you did so, Gyuri hugged you once more while crying into your chest.

“O-Oppa… don’t leave me. Please.”

“Gyuri, I don’t think…”

“Oh, Saerom unnie! You’re here!”

Hearing Nakyung and Saerom’s voices close by, you removed Gyuri’s hold on you once more and sat down on one of the sofa chairs. Gyuri’s eyes were slightly puffy, but she was able to quickly compose herself as the two women finally entered the room.

“Baby!” Saerom exclaimed as she ran towards you and jumped onto your lap, giving kisses all over your face before wrapping her arms around your neck. You smiled at her, but your eyes couldn’t help meeting Gyuri’s. They lost the brightness they usually had, sadness filling them up as she continued to see how happy your girlfriend was.

“Unnie, you’re here too. I was looking all over for you.” Nakyung said to Gyuri.

It seemed to fall on deaf ears though, as Gyuri continued to stare at you and Saerom. Despite her claims of having never been jealous, you used to always tease Gyuri whenever she gave you one word answers or pouted after you talked to another female. More often than not, there was always silent treatment until you cooked for her or tried to do a cute, yet embarrassing dance for her to lift her spirits.

“So… Why did you call us here, Gyuri?” Saerom asked. Gyuri’s eyes widened as she felt all the attention on her before shaking her head and assuming a formal expression.

“I called you both here today because I need your help, miss Saerom. I’m conducting an experiment and would like you two to be volunteers.”

“What experiment exactly?” you asked, as Saerom dismounted your lap and sat on the adjacent sofa chair. You weren’t sure, but you could have sworn you saw a slight smile on Gyuri’s face from said action. Clearing her throat, she continued.

“Miss Nakyung.” Gyuri said to her cute assistant. Getting the hint, Nakyung waved to the both of you before closing the door. The situation gets a bit more tense once Gyuri locks it. You and Saerom looked at each other - confused, yet beginning to get suspicious.

“Oppa. Do you remember that day we had a date in the library?” Gyuri asked you, a haunting smile on her face.

“Um…” The awkwardness of being in the same room as your current and ex-girlfriend was something you hoped would never happen. You were a bit hesitant to answer, especially with Saerom sitting next to you. “We had a lot of dates at the library.”

“Yes, but do you remember the one where I wasn’t wearing any panties and told you I wanted to study how to stimulate the human body… So I sucked your dick and you fucked me in that one area no one ever went to? God, I can still remember the feeling of your cum leaking out of me as we left.”

You turned to Saerom and saw she was gripping onto one of the sofa chair’s armrests quite tightly. Her large eyes could probably pierce pure steel with how focused they were on Gyuri. You moved your hand slightly as you wanted to place it on top of hers and reassure her, but second guessed yourself as Saerom finally spoke.

“Is there a reason why you brought up ancient history and have my boyfriend and I locked in an empty room with you?” Saerom asked coldly.

“I’m glad you asked.” Gyuri said, smirking. Taking her phone out of her lab pocket, she scrolled briefly before turning it landscape mode, pressing play and handing it to Saerom. You leaned towards your girlfriend as the two of you watched Gyuri naked on top of a man. The two of you winced slightly as the sounds of Gyuri slapping his face could be heard.

Saerom’s hands were on her thighs as she grabbed handfuls of the skin tight leggings covering them. It was strange seeing her so nervous - you were used to the radiant, confident girlfriend who seemed like she feared nothing. But as the two of you watched the man in the video being used by Gyuri, you could do nothing to help as Saerom’s facial features easily transitioned into fear and doubt.

“That was p-p-pretty hot… but why did we just watch you h-have s-sex with a guy?” Saerom stuttered. Gyuri smirked, knowing she had gotten into Saerom’s head.

“My experiment is what parts of the body or techniques are the most effective in getting as much cum out of a man as possible.”

Grabbing her phone from Saerom’s lap, she bends just enough for her face to be near your ear. She blows a puff of air near you, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. “I imagined that it was you I was riding. How hard your cock always got inside my mouth. The way it throbbed in me whenever we had sex in public places. Just so you know, my pussy is even tighter now, baby.”

“A-And you want us to be your test subjects?” You asked after clearing your throat.

“That's correct. Unless… your girlfriend here is scared that that loose pussy of hers isn't able to get you to cum?” Gyuri suggested to Saerom, crossing her arms.

It seemed Saerom had had enough. Her hands firmly hold on Gyuri’s slim wrists as she throws her onto the sofa chair next to you. She heads for the bed, but not before making a show of it, running her hands through the curvature of her butt before they make their way to her abs. She flips her hair in a seductive manner, as she bites on her lower lip and flashes you fierce bedroom eyes.

“You.” Saerom said, summoning you by pointing her finger towards her as she removes her boots. “Sit on the edge of the bed and put your cock in my mouth. Now.”

You were never one to keep a woman waiting, especially now with you and Saerom having another pair of eyes as an audience. The ferocity in her eyes scared you, yet aroused you at the same time as Saerom got on her knees. Not even a second after you sit on the edge of the bed like she asked, Saerom makes quick work of yanking your pants down to your ankles, hurriedly removing them before you see they are tossed to a faraway corner of the room.

Saerom pulled on the hemline of your boxer briefs and freed your cock from its cotton confines. You moaned softly as she peppers your cock with kisses, starting from the base until she reaches the tip. Gripping your shaft with her hand, you watched your girlfriend’s wet tongue swirl around in a counterclockwise motion. From the initial contact, your head is sensitive. Her large, round eyes remained focused on yours as she prepared you for oral sex.

You have had the pleasure of being inside Saerom’s mouth many, many times. It was one of the first things she did once the two of you agreed to be mutually exclusive to one another. While many were filled with raw lust and a race to get you to reach your orgasm quickly, you enjoyed whenever Saerom wanted to spend the day in bed having lazy, sensual sex. There were some days she would just tease you by spending the morning edging you with her mouth. She was never opposed to risque or public sex: it just was something that was never brought up.

Saerom then tugs on your balls and brings them downwards, spitting a large amount of saliva onto your shaft. Normally, Saerom would take her time. Teasing you as a means of building up the intimacy and lust inside you both. But it seems Gyuri’s mocking tone and the fact that you had history with her has awakened something inside Saerom. Perhaps it was always there, never needing to be released. Until now.

You let out a fully content sigh as Saerom finally takes you inside her mouth.

It was as if a large amount of pressure had been released all at once. Her tongue attached itself onto the underside of your cock as she made wave patterns on your length. She made sure to swipe your leaking slit each time, knowing it was one of your favorite things she does. The pleasure causes you to close your eyes, with your hands finding the back of Saerom’s head on their own. You felt a sharp pain quickly course through your body as you open your eyes and see the teeth marks Saerom has left on your cock.

“Mommy is in charge, baby. Which means no touching me while I suck your dick.” It seemed Gyuri really angered Saerom, with your girlfriend wanting to prove she is much better at pleasing you. You nodded slowly as Saerom resumed bobbing her head between your legs. You certainly weren’t one to challenge her. Especially while her hot, wet mouth was providing a wonderful feeling.

All you could do was close your eyes and savor Saerom’s mouth on your cock. She bobs her head and takes an extra inch each time, as you feel more of your shaft covered with her saliva. The feeling of her tongue drawing random shapes and even letters on the head of your cock is blissful. Saerom massages your thighs in order to get you to loosen up as she pleasures you like she did earlier this morning.

Saerom’s eyes are filled with heavy desire as you look down once more and think about how beautiful your girlfriend was, and how lucky you were to call her yours. Her eyes formed crescents as she managed to form a smile at you. Bobbing her head a few more times, Saerom removes your shaft painfully slowly from her mouth, much to your disappointment. You watched as your cock was thoroughly covered in her saliva, several thin strands were connected from your tip to her red lips and chin.

“Mommy wants to ride you, baby.”

Saerom immediately pounces on top of you, pushing you onto the bed as the two of you exchange in fierce kisses. You wanted to be the dominant one, but that notion quickly fails as her tongue overpowers yours while she roughly bites on your lower lip.

She continues kissing you as the two of you managed to help strip each other. Buttons fly off your shirt as she almost rips it off your body. You wanted nothing more than to reciprocate the favor and rip a hole in her leggings, but Saerom muscular thighs keep you locked in place. You were helpless as your girlfriend has you under her spell. Once she removed the last few pieces of clothing, one of which being a very skimpy thong, your eyes were graced with her wanton body. She was the perfect mix of toned and curvy, not an imperfection in sight. Saerom plants her chest against yours, the feeling of her nipples beginning to harden as she gives you a final, pleasure-filled kiss.

You could have stared at her wonderful proportions all day long if possible. But the thought of being inside Saerom caused your cock to throb with excitement. Saerom giggled, giving you a few strokes before placing her hands on your chest and turning herself around. Long hours at the gym were now on display as you were met with her muscular back. Saerom’s round, full cheeks were enticing - you wanted to squeeze each one and give them firm smacks. But she was the one in control. You knew there was nothing worse than an already angry woman being even angrier.

“Oooh, baby…” Initially thinking the words came from Saerom’s lips, you looked nearby at the sofa chair and saw Gyuri’s legs spread open as her hand descended down her body. You almost forgot she was in the room with you both, Saerom’s control over you making it easy to only focus on her. Her skin was just as smooth and creamy as Saerom’s - a trait you were slightly worried you were able to easily recognize. Forming the letter v with her fingers, she places her lips in between them. A dangerously erotic moan escapes her rosy pink lips as you watched Gyuri touching herself. Her eyes were half open, as they began to ascend upwards towards the back of her head.

While Saerom would have normally teased you by hitting the tip of your cock on her lips, or rubbing them against you to get you lubricated, she wasted no time by raising her hips and lowering herself onto you.

“Fuck…” the two of you moaned out at the initial penetration. Your eyes immediately closed as Saerom let the pleasure of you being inside course through her. Her hips grinded against your body as she quickly finds a comfortable pace, the lubrication from her saliva and natural juices making it easy to be welcomed inside Saerom’s tight body. Her wide hips which you enjoyed so much moved in a circular motion, allowing you to feel all of her. It was safe to say both of you loved her body.

“Oh baby, fuck… you feel so good inside mommy.” Saerom moaned, throwing her head back as she moved her body up and down your cock. A thin layer of sweat began to form as the temperature of her body began to increase. Sounds of her pussy being sheathed by your shaft and her plump, round ass against your thighs filled the room as Saerom gave into her lust-filled moans, letting out erotically charged laughs as well.

“Fuck her harder, baby.”

You managed to move your eyes slightly as you saw your ex-girlfriend fingering herself. Her face is flushed - you aren’t sure if it’s more from her own self pleasure or the fact she was watching you fuck another woman. Whatever the case may be, Gyuri has stuck another finger inside herself while her other hand is busy rubbing her sensitive nub.

The temporary distraction is short lived, as Saerom continues bouncing herself repeatedly on top of you. A bit disappointed you weren’t able to fondle her breasts or slap them, her tight, hot, wet pussy makes all of your troubles go away. The only thing the two of you could focus on is the pleasure emanating from between both of your legs.

“Baby, do you love how tight mommy is?” Saerom asked, knowing full well what your answer would be.

Gyuri’s moans were a slightly lower register than Saerom’s, yet no less erotic. The background noise of her pleasuring herself while moaning out your name proved to be motivating, filling you with motivation to extract as much desire from both women in the room, albeit in different ways.

You were going to assist Saerom in whatever way you could in order to prove Gyuri wrong. Her plump ass slams down against your body as she uses all of her energy into getting the most amount of pleasure from you both.

“Fuck…!” Saerom screams as she continues bouncing on your cock. Her hands make their way to your chest as she braces herself. Your normally vanilla girlfriend had a new side awakened in her - a lust filled vixen who probably wouldn’t care if the room was currently filled full of people. All that mattered was the pleasure gradually building up inside her, letting it be known by the increasing volume of her heavy moans.

“Baby, fuck… I’m gonna cum. Mommy’s gonna cum so hard on your cock!”

Saerom lets out an ear shattering scream as the orgasm hits her all at once. Her body quivers as she feels the pleasure shoot upwards in her spine. Her toes curl while she holds onto your chest for support. Her juices liberally coat your cock as you feel the hot, tight, wet flesh grip onto your length. Her orgasm is so intense that it begins to coat both of your thighs.

Heavy breaths and a heaving chest are what Saerom does as she recovers from her intense orgasm. With your cock still inside her, she turns her body around so that you were both facing each other. Exhaustion painted on both of your faces, you smile at each other as you can feel her pussy having smaller pulsing aftershocks. As Saerom lowers her face and is about to capture your lips once more, she suddenly screams as you feel her being forcibly removed from your cock. The sensation is slightly painful as you regain your senses and see that Gyuri has tied your girlfriend’s wrists behind her back.

“What the fuck are you doing? I was just about to kiss him and keep going!” Saerom screamed in anger.

“I couldn’t just sit back and watch you fuck him. Now, it’s my turn to finish this experiment.” Gyuri replied, grabbing Saerom’s thong and stuffing it into her mouth. Taking off her lab coat, Gyuri straddles your lap and repeats Saerom’s initial action. She uses all of her strength and flips you both so that her back is now on the bed and having you on top of her.

“Fuck me, baby. Please. Fuck me like you used to. Fuck me like you fuck her now.”

Gyuri doesn’t give you much time to process what is currently happening as she grips your still erect cock and lines it up with her drenched lips. Almost as if it was drawn to you, her pussy requires little effort in order to part itself and allow you entry.

You might have been feeling nostalgic, but there was something about re-entering Gyuri’s pussy after years being away from it that felt familiar. Tight, wet, velvet-like - all words you could use to describe Gyuri, but just as easily Saerom.

She closes her eyes, the feeling of you being inside her overwhelming all of her senses at once. Wrapping her legs around your waist, she pulls you down towards her and kisses you. Moaning inside your mouth, you surrender yourself to the woman you once loved.

Her pussy was tight, almost not wanting to let go of you as you began to withdraw yourself until only your tip remained. Pushing your hips forward, you re-enter her once more. Gyuri is drenched from teasing herself earlier, likewise you are lubricated from being inside Saerom. Relief is evident on her face, her entire body loosening up and relaxing as she moans due to your cock.

“Baby… fuck. I missed having you inside me.”

You have had the pleasure of being inside Gyuri many, many times previously. Each time was just as wonderful as the last. The two of you continued kissing each other as you continued thrusting inside her.

“Baby… keep g-going.” she panted inside your mouth.

She interlocks her fingers with yours as Gyuri’s body bounces below you as you continued fucking her. It doesn’t take long until she orgasms, you feel her walls quivering slightly until they tighten around your cock and another set of juices coating you once more. It seems it is just as intense as Saerom’s, her thighs holding onto your waist for support as she pulls you closer to her. She gives you another kiss, this time much softer. It was almost as if she was thanking you for helping her achieve bliss.

“K-Keep fucking me, baby. D-Don’t stop until you cum in me.”

It seems her walls also refuse to let you go as you resumed fucking Gyuri. You held onto her delicious looking hips as the tightness of her pussy is almost overwhelming. It squeezes every inch of your shaft in a way that Saerom’s hadn’t.

“Oh my god… baby.” Gyuri cooed after a deep thrust inside her.

Every entrance and exit out of her wanton body caused her inner muscles to tighten around you. Even though you were the one mainly in control, you could have sworn you felt Gyuri’s body pushing back against you.

“A-Are you close, baby?” Gyuri asked, exhaustion in her voice.

You knew it was only a matter of time, your own orgasm was fast approaching. You quickened your pace, both of your bodies colliding with each other as skin smacked against skin in a satisfying way. The bed below you both creaking loudly as you felt the friction between the two of you from how fast you were both fucking each other. Gyuri’s repeated moans along with her telling you to fuck her harder and faster are all that it takes for you to reach your tipping point.

One final deep thrust inside Gyuri causes the two of you to moan loudly as your shaft throbs and her walls pulsate and tighten around you as you release thick, hot semen inside her. The orgasm causes you to give several slightly weaker thrusts as she drains you. Feeling a bit lightheaded and exhausted from having to fuck two women back to back, you wipe the sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand and look down to see Gyuri - fully content, her dark brown eyes almost amber-like in color from the satisfaction you have given her.

You catch your breath as she smiles through her eyes like she always did after the two of you were intimate, her soft hands gently cupping your face as you kiss each other once more.

Gyuri stands alone in the balcony, the slightly chilly night time breeze a cool relief on her still slightly flushed face.

She admires the lights of the nearby buildings and cars passing by below. As she tries to read a fluorescent sight of a business far away, she feels a blanket draped over her shoulders as you appear next to her, smiling and handing her a hot beverage cup with a sleeve.

“It’s your favorite. Hot chocolate with a bunch of marshmallows.” you said.

“You always did know how to take good care of a woman.”

Both of you sipped on the hot liquid, a satisfied hum coming from Gyuri as your bodies begin to warm up.

“Where’s… Saerom?” She asked, a bit hesitant. Through all of your years knowing her, Gyuri was never one to be timid or shy.

“She’s talking to Nakyung. Something about the both of them wanting to get massages or something. You know, girl talk. Guess Nakyung knows someone.” you said, shrugging your shoulders while taking another sip.

“Oppa, I…”

“It really was nice seeing you again, Gyuri.” Despite you interrupting her train of thought, she turned to you and listened intently. “After you broke up with me, I had so many questions. I couldn’t understand why. Was it my fault? Did I not give you enough love?”

“Oppa…”

“But reminiscing on the old days, us having sex again. I’m… thankful. We can’t go back to how things were. But the nostalgia - how your skin felt. The lotion you still use. How your kisses gave me butterflies each time. How you made me feel comfortable around you. It was… nice.”

Gyuri was smiling, and despite her face not being that visible in the dark, you were able to see tears streaming down her face.

“Am I… getting rejected by you?”

“You’ll find someone better than me.”

Gyuri grabs onto your shirt, tiptoeing and pulling you down towards her as she gives you a kiss. You stood there, stunned, as you felt her pour her emotion through the connection of your lips. Both of you opened your eyes when her lips left yours, a soft sadness in her eyes betraying her warm smile. She fixes the knot on your tie and returns to looking out at the city skyline.

“I’m glad you’re both happy together, baby. Hopefully she shows you as much love as you gave me.”

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Take Me Over - Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson x Reader Smutty One-shot

A/N: Here’s the promised Bucky x Sam x Reader smut. And hoo boy, is it smutty. Hey, seriously--read the warnings.

Warnings: Smut!, M/M/F, Dom/Sub, Safeword usage, Frottage, Blow jobs, Thigh riding, Hand jobs, butt stuff, Dirty talk, PWP, some humil, I mean this is not for the faint of heart pls

Summary: The reader is being a brat. Sam helps Bucky put her back in her place.

Technically you’re Bucky’s girl but you learn pretty quickly that Bucky and Sam share everything. So when Sam walks into Bucky’s apartment in the middle of your punishment and you catch the sly, knowing grin on his face you know that you’re in for it.

He sees you looking and you snap your eyes forward once more. You’re kneeling in the corner, facing the wall, completely naked and waiting for Bucky to decide what punishment you deserve. Your cheeks burn as you listen to the two men discuss your behavior.

“Your girl acting up today, Buck?” Sam asks breezily--as if he doesn’t know that you’re straining to hear every word.

Bucky lets out a long sigh and you imagine him running his hands through his hair in aggravation, the muscle in his jaw jumping as his eyes turn in your direction. Maybe he’s watching you kneel, your shoulders rounded in supplication, trying to steady your breath as it hitches in anticipation.

“She’s being a little brat, Sam,” Bucky drawls, his tone is taunting and condescending. He’s putting on a show for you.

“Tell me,” Sam says and you suck in a breath at his stern, cold voice. Fuck, you’re really in trouble. Bucky likes to torture you a little...edge you, talk dirty, demean you...but he always ends up going soft on his girl before long. Sam is another story…

You can just imagine Bucky counting off your offenses on his fingers as he answers, “Talking back, whining, ignoring me, disobeying orders...the list goes on. She’s out of control today and she won’t use her words to tell me what’s wrong. So…”

“So…,” Sam echoes and you hear his footsteps as he approaches you. He stands over you, leaning one shoulder against the wall and looking down his nose at you. It takes all of your willpower to keep your eyes pointed at the blank wall. You can just make out his boots and jeans in the corner of your vision.

“What are you going to do with her?” he asks. He nudges your naked thigh with the tip of his boot and you let out a small squeak at his casual display of dominance.

“What do you suggest?” Bucky responds and he sounds closer although you hadn’t heard him move. Assassins…

Sam crouches down and regards you with a critical eye. He brings his hand up to your face and nudges his fingers against your lips, an unspoken command. You open for him at once and he plunges two fingers into your wet mouth, pressing down on your tongue and watching you salivate around them.

“She needs to be reminded of her place, Bucky,” Sam says dispassionately. He turns his attention back to you and asks, “You know this behavior is unacceptable, right?”

He shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth, nearly gagging you to emphasize his point. All you can do is nod your head, wide-eyed.

Sam sighs and takes his fingers back, wiping them on your cheeks and turning back to Bucky.

“See, she says she understands but if that’s true then it just makes her behavior even more disrespectful.”

You bite your lip to keep from saying anything to defend yourself, knowing you’d just be digging a deeper hole. Bucky was gone for two whole weeks on this last mission. How to explain the panic, the thought spirals, the shakiness you feel when he’s away? You need his firm hand to guide you now...you need him to take back control.

“She’s just doing it for attention,” Bucky explains and you burn at how close he is to the truth. “My little attention whore.”

Sam laughs and you hear a rustling sound followed by something soft and wet, and then a low, choked groan from Bucky. Oh god…

“If it’s attention she wants then you already know how to punish her…” Sam’s voice is deep and guttural. It’s the way he sounds when he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you. You imagine him looking at Bucky like that and the image starts heat pooling in your cunt. You squirm on the floor, desperately working to keep your eyes forward as Bucky moans again and you hear a loud thump. You imagine Sam pressing against Bucky, slamming him backward against the wall and grinding into his hips, their cocks straining through layers of fabric as he humps against him, all the while attacking his mouth with loud, sloppy kisses.

“Look at her,” Bucky huffs, sounding breathless, “...squirming and desperate just listening to us.”

“Mmm,” Sam murmurs between wet kisses. You hear Bucky gasp suddenly and you turn your head a fraction. You can just see the two of them entwined up against the wall now. Sam’s head immediately snaps up and he barks, “Eyes forward!”

You whip your head back around and feel yourself tingling all over as Sam keeps talking, “She really is a slut for this isn’t she?”

“You know she is,” Bucky answers with a laugh. “She’ll beg for it if we let her talk…”

“C’mere, doll,” Bucky suddenly addresses you and the sheer relief and affection that flows through you at being released from your corner is overwhelming. You turn and crawl on hands and knees towards the pair, looking up at Bucky with wide, innocent eyes--you never said manipulation was beneath you.

Sam snorts at your little display but Bucky goes predictably gooey and he gives you a warm smile as he pats your head with his metallic left hand, threading his fingers through your hair. You ignore Sam, leaning into Bucky’s touch with a little pleased mew.

“Man, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger,” Sam laughs, rolling his hips absentmindedly against Bucky and smirking at the super soldier’s hitched breath.

“Maybe…” Bucky admits. He gathers your hair into his fist and twists enough to elicit a wince as he continues, “but her punishment isn’t over yet.”

With that he pushes off the wall and leads you into the living room by your hair. You’re still on your hands and knees but arching upward in order to relieve the sharp pressure on your scalp. Bucky’s fingers flex and he loosens his grip a little to relieve the discomfort. That’s why he’s so perfect for you. In the middle of an intense scene he sends out these little life preservers to remind you how much he fucking adores you.

Bucky takes a seat on the couch, sprawling out with one arm along the back and his legs spread wide. He settles you on the floor between his knees and looks at you with lazy, hooded eyes. Sam sits down next to Bucky and rolls his eyes at how much space the guy is taking up. He nudges him with his hip so he can actually sit.

Bucky locks eyes with you as his hands move toward the waist of his jeans. He methodically undoes the button and lowers the zipper, reaching inside to finally free his straining erection. Your lips part involuntarily at the sight and you rock forward a bit but Bucky immediately shakes his head.

“Gimme your color, baby,” he says and his voice is serious, low, husky. It takes you a full minute to parse the words and find your answer.

You clear your throat a little before responding, “Green.”

“Good girl.” It’s Sam who says it and the split second of surprising warmth and approval from him affects you more than you’d thought possible.

Your eyes sting with unshed tears and you drop your head forward to nuzzle against Bucky’s knee, looking up at Sam to say, “I want to be good.”

Sam lets out a breath and shakes his head in disbelief, turning to Bucky, “Okay, I get it now. I see why you go so mushy for her.”

Bucky laughs and casually leans over to press a kiss to Sam’s lips, running his hand down the man’s chest and stomach, cupping his groin and smirking at the low groan that melts into the kiss.

“Please…” you whisper, reaching out to just graze your fingertips along the dripping head of Bucky’s cock.

Bucky grabs your wrist and you watch with hiccuping breath as the metallic fingers close around your delicate forearm. When he speaks his voice is mocking again, “You haven’t earned my cock, doll.”

You whine in distress and he tightens his hold on you just a fraction, his pouty lips thinning into a grim line as he warns, “Stop that. That attitude’s what got you here in the first place.”

He lets go of your hand only to seize you under your armpits and haul you up onto his lap. He settles you so that you’re straddling his muscular thigh. The fabric of his jeans brushes against your aching cunt and you can’t help but roll your hips, seeking more friction even as Sam gives you a withering look at your lack of self-control.

Bucky only smiles indulgently at you.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” he explains and his voice is suddenly hard. He brings his right hand up to your neck and wraps his fingers around your throat as he talks--just hinting at the pressure he could exert if he wanted to. “You’re gonna get yourself off on my thigh like the desperate little slut we know you are. No hands, no kissing, just you rubbing your sloppy pussy on my thigh. And Sam, here, is going to get to play with my cock because he hasn’t disrespected me and acted like a spoiled little brat all day. Is that clear?”

“Y-yellow,” you say and Bucky’s hand falls away from your neck at once. You crumble forward, burying your face into his chest and clutching his shirt in your hands as he rubs circles into your back.

“Should we stop?” Bucky whispers low into your ear. As much as you love playing with Sam, in these moments you’re entirely Bucky’s.

“N-no, I just need a minute,” you’re quick to answer. You can’t put into words how desperate you are to...atone...to prove yourself. And then, “I’m sorry I was bad.”

“Shhh,” Bucky hushes you and presses a soft kiss to your mouth. You’ll never get over how soft and delicious his lips are. “I love you.”

You smile into his chest and take a deep breath before sitting up again and meeting his eyes, “Okay. I’m good.”

“You sure?” Sam asks and you give him a little nod.

“Good,” Sam says. “Because once I’m done getting your man off, you’re getting on your knees for me.”

A broken moan falls from your lips at the image of you kneeling before Sam and taking him in your mouth. He reaches for Bucky’s cock and wraps his fingers around it, giving it a long, slow stroke.

“You better get going, baby. If you don’t come by the time I’m finished you’re not coming at all,” Bucky warns you and then laughs at the cry of distress you make.

You roll your hips eagerly, rubbing your soaking cunt against Bucky’s leg and blushing furiously at the mess you’re making of his pants. Bucky’s eyes flick between you and Sam. You can’t help but feel jealous when he leans his head on the back of the couch and turns to watch Sam with naked lust broadcasting from his eyes. But then he turns back to you and bounces his leg to give you more stimulation and you could almost cry with how much you love this man. Sam’s fist works furiously between Bucky’s legs and you can tell the man is trying to finish Bucky off before you have a chance to come. Sam’s a little sadistic like that.

You race toward your orgasm in a frenzy, not caring how desperate you must look, humping your lover’s leg while he takes his own pleasure with someone else. For his part, Bucky has let his head fall back and his eyes close as he moans with his approaching release. His right hand falls down to your hip and his fingers indent your soft flesh as he quakes with his orgasm. You feel the hot ribbons of cum spurt out and hit your thigh and you take advantage of both men’s distraction to increase your pace, frantically rubbing against the soaked fabric over Bucky’s thigh as you finally sob against the orgasm that shivers through you.

Bucky pulls you down and tucks you into his chest as he rains praise down on you.

“You were so good, baby. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? I’m proud of you, baby.”

Sam reaches down to palm himself through the crotch of his pants and snorts, “She didn’t exactly follow the rules…”

Bucky shrugs and runs his hands up and down your ticklish sides causing you to giggle and squirm in his lap, “Ah, lay off, Sam. She did good.”

You hear the zip of Sam opening his fly as he replies, “She’s not done yet.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words and you shuffle off of Bucky’s lap and onto the floor, kneeling between Sam’s legs and looking up at him with complete trust and obedience. You’re so deep into it right now. Sam looks down at you and smiles, running his hand through your hair as he takes out his thick cock. He guides you down onto it and you open your mouth, straining to keep your teeth away as he pushes inside of you. He lets you stop when you need to and you wrap your hands around the base of his cock as you start to suck and bob your head. Sam keeps his palm on the back of your head, a gentle force that reminds you who’s in control.

He’s not so into verbal praise as Bucky is when you do this for him, but the fierce moans from above let you know that he’s enjoying your attention. You let saliva pool in your mouth and dribble out onto your lips as you suck him off. Bucky shifts off of the couch and kneels on the floor behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and whispering into your ear as you work.

“Look at you, on your knees for my friend, sucking his cock just to make me happy. You’re such a little slut for me. You’ll do anything, won’t you?” Bucky knows how much you get off on his dirty talk. He smirks as you moan an affirmative around Sam’s cock, squirming so your ass rubs against Bucky’s pelvis. “You little brat. Still trying to get my cock for yourself, aren’t you? Will you really let me do anything, then?”

He reaches down and swirls his finger around your delicate, puckered asshole. You let Sam’s cock slide out of your mouth with an obscene pop and you’re nodding your head furiously over your shoulder, “Yes, Bucky! I want it…”

“Cock slut,” Sam laughs and he leans back to watch as Bucky grabs the bottle of lube and starts prepping you. “You want all your holes filled up, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sam,” you answer with a gasp as Bucky slides one slick finger inside of you. He pumps it into a few times before adding another and you groan as he stretches you out.

“Okay, baby?” he asks, sounding breathless with anticipation. You can feel his already hardened dick bump against the backs of your legs as he fucks you with his fingers. You lean forward, clutching onto Sam’s knee for balance as Bucky opens you up.

“I’m good...I’m a good girl…,” you murmur, shutting your eyes and focusing on your breathing as Bucky pushes a third digit inside of you.

Sam has one hand around his cock and he reaches the other to pat your head as he says, “Yes, you are, baby.”

Bucky slips his fingers free and lathers his cock with lube, grabbing your hips and finally asking, “Ready?”

You’re on your hands and knees now and Sam sits forward so his cock is in your face, dripping precum onto your lips as you answer, “Ready.”

They enter you at the same time. You part your lips for Sam’s cock as he pushes back inside of you, taking more control this time and cradling your face in both his hands as he thrusts into your mouth. Bucky enters slowly, rubbing his hands into the small of your back as his cock fills you and stretches you to your limit. You cry out a little around Sam’s cock but you tap the floor twice with your hand to indicate to Bucky that you’re okay.

For all you’ve played together in the past you’ve never done this before, both men filling you up at once. Sam increases his pace, brutally fucking your throat as Bucky’s hips slap against your ass and you feel so deliciously full and used. You’re floating with the euphoria of it even as tears trickle from your eyes. Sam comes first. He pulls out at the last minute and shoots his load over your face, rubbing the head of his dick along your cheeks and lips and telling you what a good girl you were for him.

Bucky’s thrusts continue for another minute, his fingers digging into your hips and leaving bruises as he finally explodes inside you.

Afterwards they take you into the show and clean you off. You’ve gone mostly nonverbal at this point and you can only respond to Bucky in soft whispered monosyllables as he washes you and towels you off. They take you back to Bucky’s bedroom and cuddle up on either side of you as you drift off to sleep.

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You wake up a little later and it’s only Bucky in bed with you. He’s still awake, looking at something on his phone and you snuggle up to his side with a contented sigh.

After a few minutes of silence you finally try to explain what had been bothering you earlier and causing your bad behavior. You worry when he’s away. Your anxiety takes over and you imagine horrible, impossible scenarios and there’s no one there to reel you in like Bucky does when he’s home. When he’d finally gotten home from the mission he’d had to leave almost immediately for a debrief and then he’d basically ignored you for a whole day because he was busy and...and you’d just needed him to be there for you and put you back under his control so you could let go of all of it.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Bucky finally says. “It’s been busy lately but it’s no excuse. I’ll make more time for you when I get back from missions…”

“‘M sorry, too,” you mumble and he tightens his arms around you and lays a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s alright. You were so good today. Let’s go to sleep…”

A/N: Well holy shit

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Till Kingdom Come

Chapter Three: Steal Away

AN: A considerably lighter chapter than the previous ones. If anyone wants me to start taglist for this story just let me know.

Word Count: 3.2k

Trigger Warnings: None really??? Booker is kinda of an asshole, but that’s about it.

Chapter Four: Resurrection

Sabine wasn't sure how long she had been running, but all she knew that her feet ached, her back was sore, and her lungs were heavy and tight, begging and rasping for air. Sabine could feel herself beginning to slow down, her feet faltering, her legs feeling like jelly. Wheezing for air, she fell down onto her knees, her hands digging into the dirt. Sabine's hair clung to her sweat covered, blood-stained, and slightly dirty face. But with all things considered, it was a miracle that Sabine was even running in these woods, seeing how she was supposed to be dead. Marc had shot her right between the eyes.

She was dead, but then she wasn't.

It was the most perplexing thing for Sabine to wake up with a loud gasp escaping her body as she found herself on the cold, hard floor of the smithy workshop, alive. Her head felt like it was spinning with tormenting visions of being merciless struck repeatedly by tanned fists and copious amounts of blood. With her vision slightly blurred, Sabine massaged her temples, her skull feeling like it was cracked open by the butt of a gun.

Everything that she went through in the morning, was that all a figment of her imagination, an extremely vivid nightmare? It had to have been, for after the disturbing nightmare Sabine's head seemed to be flooded with strange images of foreign places that Alain would tell her about. She even caught glimpses of faces that she had never seen a day in her life.

There was a woman with ink black hair framing her face and had a steely gaze like flint that commanded respect. Then there were two men, one man had brown skin that was lighter than Sabine's and curly, raven colored locks. While the other man was lanky and had sandy blond hair. Finally, the last image she saw was another man who wore a haunted expression on his face and carried misery in his eyes.

Sabine was almost satisfied with her rationalization of her nightmare and the subsequent odd dreams she had. But that only led her to another burning question. How did she end up in the smithy? Sabine would never come into the workshop, she had no reason to, nor would she ever mistakenly fall asleep there. Did she actually die? With trembling hands, Sabine reached up to touch her face and the back of her head. There wasn't a gaping hole in the center of her forehead, nor was there an exit wound in the back, the only thing Sabine found was dried blood sticking to her forehead and scalp.

A heart wrenching wail left Sabine's mouth at the realization that she had indeed died, only to come back to life. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, her body now trembling with ragged breaths.

Sabine lifted her head towards the ceiling, "Why couldn't you just let me die?" she begged, her voice dry and cracked.

Sabine couldn't stop the tears that soon flowed from her eyes or the sobs that came from her throat as she pounded the floor with her fists. She now had to live with the awful fact that she would never be able to become free, even in the clutches of death itself. Tears streamed down Sabine's cheeks as she laid on the floor on her side, quiet sobs violently wracking her body. She remained in that position until she had no more tears to shed, Sabine could feel the puffiness around her eyes and how tired her body was from her weeping.

She wanted to nothing else but lay on the hard floor in wallow in her misery, but she knew couldn't do that.

Maneuvering herself around, Sabine slowly pushed herself up from the floor and released a shaky breath as she looked around her surroundings. The smithy was cloaked in darkness save for the sliver of moonlight that shone through the window. Slowly, Sabine craned her neck from one side to the other, staring at all the tools illuminated by the moon on the walls, countertops, and small tables. A plan began to formulate in Sabine's mind and on unsteady feet, she made her way to the door of the shed, grabbing a hunting knife off the workbench as she passed it.

Sabine knew what must be done.

When she stealthily made her way to her slave cabin and entered into it, the slaves inside nearly fainted at the sight of her. Some of them fell to their knees and clasped their hands together while others fell to the floor in veneration.

"Sabine, you're alive!"

"Is she a ghost?"

"No, she a saint. Right Mama?"

"The Lord has returned Sabine as an angel to lead us to freedom!"

Word that Sabine was alive had begun to spread like wildfire in the slave cabins. Soon enough, one by one slaves from different the cabins quietly entered the place and surrounded her, staring at Sabine in awed silence. That was until one slave pushed his way to the front and stood directly in front of her with a serious expression on his face.

"God, sent yous back to us because he gots a purpose for yous, Sabine," the middle age man began, and low murmurs of agreement resound in the shack. "So, what do yous want us to do?" he asked.

Sabine slowly turned her head to look at the sea of faces who stared back at her expectantly. The feeling unnerved her, she was not a leader and she never saw herself as one. Sabine had came back to life and now her fellow slaves think she was god-sent, when she herself was still dumbfounded on how she was currently standing in front of them when she died this morning. Nevertheless, these people were now counting on her to lead them from this nightmarish plantation and to freedom in the North.

She wasn't sure if such a task was even possible, but she damn sure was going to try.

Sabine pulled herself to her full height, "Burn it all," she uttered, pure determination painted across her face.

Slowly, Sabine raised her head and looked straight ahead of her, hearing the newly emancipated slaves softly whispering to each other. She couldn't see them, but they weren't too far away from her that she couldn't catch up with them. Sabine had decided to fall behind, making sure there wasn't any stragglers from the Martin Plantation. The smell of smoke permeated the air and Sabine felt a smile grow on her face, relief washing over her body and she began to tremble all over in sheer joy.

She was free.

All she had to do now was make it North, it was going to be a long journey there, but it was one that Sabine was prepared to make. She stood up slowly and closed her eyes, tilting her head back slightly and let out a soft laugh. Elation, that was all she could feel. But that feeling quickly dissipated when Sabine felt as though she was being watched and her eyes snapped opened, cautiously spinning around in a circle. Even with the pale moonlight shining down from the night sky, the woods that surrounded her were still shrouded in darkness and the sensation of being observed by someone or something who she knew was not a freed slave put her on edge.

Sabine frowned and turned around slightly, reaching into her jacket where her hunting knife was. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind and her mouth opened to let out a scream, but her assailant immediately covered it and wrapped their arm tightly around her throat, muffling her screams. Instinctively, Sabine tried to fight, writhing against the person and hitting their arm, trying to loosen their grasp, but it only tightened making it harder to breathe.

It wasn't before long that the deprivation of oxygen had Sabine struggling to remain conscious before everything slowly faded to black.

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The moment Sabine's eyes snapped open they darted around, trying to figure out where she was and what exactly happened to her. She felt herself steadily moving and rocking, as if she was riding in a carriage with Genevieve, but with the rough fabric underneath her, it was probably more likely that she was riding in a wagon.

"How did I end up in a wagon?" she thought. "One moment, I was in the surrounding woods near the plantation and now I'm..."

Sabine's eyes widened in realization, she could only think of one possibility, slave catchers had gotten a hold of her. But how? Every overseer and every Martin was dead, there was no way the news had spread that quickly about the revolt. Maybe, these slave catchers just happened to be patrolling the woods on the lookout for runaway slaves, and she just had the misfortune of being in the right place at the wrong time.

Either way, Sabine had to get off this wagon.

Making sure to keep her breathing even, she strained her ears to identify something that would give her a hint to where she was. But the only thing she could hear was the light trotting of the horses pulling the wagon.

"Is she awake back there?" a male accented voice asked softly.

The sound of a flask being unscrewed floated into the air and Sabine instantly shut her eyes, sensing that the person in the back with her had shifted their attention to her.

"No," the man answered gruffly, and the sound of liquid sloshing around his flask could be heard.

"He sounds...French?" Sabine thought.

"You shouldn't have put her in a choke hold," the same accented voice stated. "She could've-" he began.

The man shifted his body, "What? Died?" the other man interjected mockingly.

Feeling confident that the two men were distracted, Sabine carefully slipped her hand into her pocket like she done before, this time wrapping her fingers around the handle of the knife. Reopening her eyes, she lifted her neck slightly to see the man was indeed not paying attention to her, his body was faced forward. Slowly, Sabine pulled the blade from it's sheath, gripping it tightly once it was out of her pocket. Quietly, she sat herself up fully as the man kept his back towards her, still engaging in conversation with the other man in front. It was now or never, Sabine took her knife and thrust it into the side of the man's thigh before hopping to her feet.

Instantly, the man's dropped his silver flask, the bottle clattering loudly against the bed of the wagon.

"Putain de merde!" the man cursed, as Sabine made her escape.

"What's wrong Book?" a new accented voiced questioned, as Sabine made it to the edge of the wagon bed.

The man known as 'Book' whirled around and looked at Sabine enraged, "She fucking stabbed me!" he growled, yanking the knife out from his leg.

Inhaling sharply, her eyes widened at the casual manner in which he removed the blade from his body and Sabine jumped off the wagon. She fell onto the dirt road hard, rolling several times before her momentum came to a stop. Sabine felt like her brain was racing a million miles an hour with a sudden surge of energy that fueled her to push herself onto her feet and start running. With arms pumping, Sabine sprinted away from her would be abductors, her feet slapping against the ground. She could hear heart pounding in her ears more rapidly by the second as she sped through the darkness, panting heavily.

Suddenly, a sharp crack rang out in the still night air and a white-hot pain ripped through Sabine's right thigh, the impact sent her stumbling before she fell face first onto the ground. A cry of agony left Sabine's lips, she felt as if she was burning from the inside out, the pain was almost blinding. Her whole body began trembling as a warm, sticky substance oozed down her leg, seeping through skirt of her dress. Sabine's breathing was ragged as she heard three sets of footsteps rapidly approaching her.

"That wasn't necessary Booker, you didn't have to shoot her!"

"She didn't have to stab me either!" Booker retorted, clearly annoyed.

Sabine gritted her teeth, struggling to keep her wits about her and tried to get up, placing her shaking palms on the ground. Seemingly out of nowhere, a man with a wiry build hovered above her before he knelt down in front of her. Her breath hitched, she had seen this man's face before, he was in her dreams. The man's blond, curled hair was neatly gelled in a side part and fell down his neck. The man's hair framed his pale, oval shaped face and it's features. Gray eyes, a long nose that resembled a beak, thin pink lips, and a mole adorned that the lower part of the man's sharp jaw.

The man reached his hand out to her, "We mean you no harm," he stated in a steady and calming voice.

Sabine promptly swatted the man's hand away, "Get away from me!" she spat, but held a fearful look in her eyes.

The man raised his hands in surrender, "I know this must be a very frightening time for you, but my friends and I are here to help," he assured. "We mean you no harm," he added, briefly glancing over to the man known as Booker and giving him a pointed look.

Sabine almost wanted to scoff at the man's words.

"It must be a frightening time, no shit!" Sabine thought. “I’m inexplicably alive and now I’m surrounded by three men who had just shot me," she went on. "But of course, they mean me no harm...bullshit,"

"I'm not going back!" Sabine exclaimed, vigorously shaking her head. "I would rather die than be put back in chains!" she declared, narrowing her eyes.

"How well did that work out for you the first time?" the Frenchman asked sarcastically, off to the side of her.

"Booker!" the man admonished, turning his head towards him and Booker just rolled his eyes. "We are not apart of the slave patrol, trust me," he reassured, but that did nothing to assuage Sabine's uneasiness. "Just watch," he said softly, before pulling his knife out of his belt which made her eyes widen. Slowly, he dragged it over his palm and a thin line of blood trickled from the wound. Sabine felt her breath increased as she stared at the man's hand, watching as it slowly stitched itself together. "We're like you, immortal," he finished, a small smile on his lips as he pocketed his knife.

"Immortal?" Sabine thought.

"Your leg should be healing right about now," another man stated, walking up to stand beside the man in front of her. "May we?" he asked, extending his hand out slightly.

This man was slightly taller than the one who's kneeling in front of her. His hair was short and curled, coming down just below his ears, and a thick beard. The dark brown eyes that stared down at her were filled with warmth.

Sabine hesitantly nodded her head and the two men in front of her gently rolled her over so she could sit up. Warily, she stuck her fingers into the hole of her dress where the bullet struck her and felt nothing there. A puzzled look formed on her face and she ran her fingers over the area multiple times, certain that there should be a wound, but the skin on her thigh was smooth.

Nothing was there except for some of her blood that coated her fingers.

Sabine looked down to her side and saw a small silver bullet in the dirt, plucking it from the ground and lifted it to her face.

"Amazing isn't it," the curly hair man asked, as a breath of disbelief escaped Sabine. The man placed his hand on his chest, smiling at her with kind eyes. "My name is Joe," he began, before gesturing towards man next to him. "And this is Nicky," he continued, as Nicky gave her a small wave. "Over there is-" he stated, pointing to his left.

Sabine tossed the bullet down onto the road, "Booker," she finished, staring at the unfriendly man with a slight scowl.

Her eyes scanned over his appearance, like with the other men, Booker had sharp masculine features. A sharp nose, a strong, wide square shaped jaw line that was clean shaven, and a thick mustache. His eyes was what amazed Sabine the most, they were clearest blue eyes she had ever seen, framed by his light brows. His short, dark blonde hair was slicked back and parted to the side.

Begrudgingly, Sabine had to admit that the ill-tempered Frenchman was handsome. All three men were, in all honesty.

Nicky pushed himself up from his knees, "Here, let me help you up," he offered, sticking his hand out again. Gently, she placed her hand in his and was pulled onto her feet. "You're not safe here, you need to come with us," he stated, releasing her hand.

Sabine arched her brow, "Come with you? I just liberated myself from hell on earth, I'm going up North," she corrected, shaking her head.

"I know you have undergone a lot today and you're understandably confused," Joe began. "But believe us when we say you should come with us, going off alone is dangerous," Joe said.

Sabine only shook her head again and when she went to open her mouth, she was cut off.

"How far do you think you'll make it by yourself?" Booker questioned, as he moved closer to them. "You are in the Deep South and let me tell you, the journey to the northern states is very long," he explained, now standing in front of her.

"You underestimate my resolve," Sabine countered, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"You're an ex-slave covered in blood and there's a plantation on fire with its owners and overseers dead not too far from here," he pointed out, and Sabine’s glare deepened. "You really want to take your chances with an angry, white mob?" he asked.

Sabine balled her fists and shut her eyes, sighing in frustration that this man was right, and he knew it as well.

"Fine," she bit out, opening her eyes. "I'll come with you," she added, her eyes dancing between the three men.

"You won't regret it," Joe stated, a twinkle in his eyes. "Come on, we'll help you into the wagon. We have a long journey ahead of us,"

The four of the made their way back to the wagon and Sabine hugged her jacket tighter against her, she didn't know if it was because chilly night air or her nervousness about this whole situation eating at her stomach. Or maybe both.

"What is your name?" Nicky asked curiously, from next to her.

"It's Cecile, isn't?" Booker remarked.

Sabine's head snapped in his direction, "Call me 'Cecile' again and I'll stab you in the eye," she hissed, glaring at Booker.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, "My apologies," he apologized, but Sabine sensed he didn't actually mean it. "What is your name?" he asked, repeating Nicky's question.

"It's Sabine,"

Chapter Five: Oh Freedom

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vee-angel · 4 years

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Bimbo Bailee (Chapter 1, part 2 repost)

(Part of the Pervert Pentet Series. Content warning: subtext of tragic loss)

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“Hmmmm.” she made the noise as she struggled to figure out the puzzle before her. Her eyes narrowed to closely examine the sidewalk below. She’d happened to be walking past a nightclub with a rather substantial queue of people spilling down the street. It was evening now, so she’d switched from her tank-top and micro mini-skirt into a pink tube top and ultra-mini skirt (it was really more like a belt made of fabric than a skirt); she used the public changing room a few blocks from her house, the little one with the glass walls and the old-time telephone on one side. At least this one guy she knew told her that it was a changing room. She kinda remembered something about how Superman changed clothes in a thing like that so it made sense to her. The guy said how the glass seemed clear from the inside, but that in reality nobody could see in because it was two way glass or something? Bailee thought it was really complicated, but he obviously knew better than her. She always liked to get totally naked when she was inside there and act really slutty since nobody could see her. She’d shake her tits or spread her ass, or sometimes even masturbate. There weren’t that many of the telephone changing booth thingies around anymore, so she figured that this one was kind of a tourist attraction, what with the big crowd and all the people taking pictures when she was inside. By a big coincidence, she always managed to get to it right before the crowd formed! How lucky is that!

“Hmmmmmmmm.” She bent down further to try to examine the sidewalk. One of the really nice men in the line had told her she’d dropped something and she should bend down to pick it up. After a few seconds of looking, she’d told him that she didn’t see anything, but he assured her that something was down there and that she should keep looking. She was sooo lucky that men were so patient with her. She wasn’t that bright, and she had no idea what she’d do without nice men helping her the way they always did. Like that doctor guy who told her that it’s better for her body that if, when she bends over, she plants her feet wide and bends at the waist with her back straight.

“Hmmmmmmmmmm.” She kept repeating the noise while she kept trying, like, really super hard to figure out what she dropped and why she couldn’t see it. It was starting to make her head hurt, and she’d been bending over to look for it for probably a good two minutes now. Finally she stood up and apologized to the nice man who told her she dropped something. That’s when she noticed that there were several people behind her who all seemed to have their camera-phones out and pointed at her.

She hopped in excitement; the huge, firm, silicone tits almost whacking her in the chin as she did so. “Oh my gosh! You wanna take my picture? Yay! Thanks, everybody!” She quickly flipped the golden waves of hair that cascaded over her shoulders and struck a pose. She may not have been so good with thinky stuff, but this? This she was good at! It was the number one most important thing for a girl to know how to be pretty and sexy, after all! She stuck one fingertip in her pouting mouth and raised one leg in a coy pose while making sure to stick out her tits and ass. After a few seconds she switched to a more confident pose; hands on her hips with her shoulders back, tits thrust forward obscenely.

“Oh wait!” she quickly pinched and twisted her nipples through the semi-sheer pink tank top to make sure they stood out more through her clothes. Guys like it when girls do that, she’d learned. She went back to the boobie pose with nipples sufficiently erect. She switched to a sensual pose where she closed her eyes and raked her hands through her hair. But she couldn’t help but think that she could get some better pictures for the nice men if she had an object to play with, like a lollipop or… oh! Or another girl!

She quickly scanned the line of people before her glassy eyes set their sights on a cute Persian-looking girl with 32D tits. Bailee giggled for a moment; she may be have been dumb, but at least she wasn’t dumb enough to have small tits!

“Hey, 32D! Come over here and make out with me for some pictures!”

The girl glanced down at her chest and then back at Bailee. “Wait, how did you know?”

Bailee just giggled in response. Geez this little slut was stupid. How would she ever get guys if she didn’t know how to rank and compare girls. Men do it all the time automatically, so Bailee made sure she was constantly aware of how she ranked compared to all the girls around her. She was currently number one, and she was giving the 32D girl a chance to be second, only the little ditz was just standing there.

Bailee sighed, she was a 32J, so she was obviously the girl in-charge around here. She grabbed the tan little dummy and shoved her tongue down her throat. She seemed surprised but didn’t seem to object. 32D actually started getting into it once Bailee took one of her hands and stuffed it under the pink tank top so that she could have a chance to see what real boobs feel like.

Bailee wasn’t into girls that much, but what she was into was doing anything to get attention from men. They really liked it when girls made out with each other or licked each others kitties. In fact, Bailee was pretty sure that the whole “lesbian” thing was just a trick to get boys to pay attention to them.

The little Persian girl was starting to make these sensual little moaning noises; at least she wasn’t a prude. Bailee was glad, she hated prudes! She remembered that guys really like pictures of girls licking each others pussies or buttholes, and it was her job to make guys happy. So she squatted down, making sure to spread her legs so everyone could see how good a job she did shaving while she pulled up 32D’s skirt, but she gasped when she saw what was underneath.

“Oh my god! You’re wearing panties?!? Gross!” Bailee always thought panties were really dumb. What’s the point of even wearing a dress if you’re just going to cover up your holes anyway! And besides, everybody knows that pussies need to be uncovered to be healthy. That’s why it’s always best for girls to wear the shortest skirt possible and always sit with their legs open.

After she got over the initial aversion, she started feeling sorry for the girl. Obviously all girls want guys to put their dicks inside them, but the flat-chested little ditz was too dumb to know how. Bailee decided to help by yanking the girl’s panties to her ankles. She made a little noise of objection, but didn’t end up resisting. She just got this really embarrassed smile while everybody took pictures of her little mocha-colored pussy. Bailee had her step out of the underwear, which was a pain. Imagine if this girl had to do all that while a nice man was waiting to put his cock in her butt, she thought.

She held the garment at arms length as if she was holding a dirty rag and walked over to drop it in the gutter. When she turned back, 32D was covering her face in this giggley embarrassed way. That was good! Boys seem to get super turned on when girls are embarrassed. Bailee went back over and squatted down to stick out her tongue as far as she could and licked at the girl’s bare pussy gingerly. The light-brown girl had her pubic hair shaved into a little heart, which Bailee liked. At least she prepared to have her kitty on display. She tried to stay facing forward so everybody could get both of their naked crotches in the picture. Bailee really only flicked the girls clit with the tip of her tongue. It was more important that all the nice men get sexy pictures than it was to actually pleasure the panty-wearing dummy.

32D seemed to get relaxed a bit after that. She even took the lead and posed for pictures with Bailee’s giant boobs; pulling her little tube-top up, holding the firm-pink orbs with her little hands, even pinching and pulling her nipples. She had to admit, as dumb as this girl might be when it comes to getting cock, she could have been a lot worse!

After a few minutes, 32D introduced Bailee to her boyfriend. He looked Persian, too. Also, he dressed like he had a lot of money. He offered to pay Bailee’s way into the club so that she could hang out and have fun with them all night.

He was even nice enough to buy her a drink and he put this special vitamin in it that he said would keep Bailee from getting a hangover the next day. She must have drank a lot, because she didn’t really remember much of what happened after that. Later that night, she had a vague sense of being in a hotel room while a bunch of really awesome guys took turns having sex with her. That made her happy. She also thought she heard the nice Persian man talking with one of the men about money. Geez! What a workaholic! Who talks business while a girl is trying to get lucky!

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Bailee woke up the next day to find herself laying in a bed in a hospital room. This cute young Indian doctor with a boyish look noticed she was awake and came over to her. He paused for a moment, seeming a bit flustered.

“Hello, Bailee. How are you feeling?” he started with this super hot English accent.

“Ummm, I dunno. I think I had, like, a super fun and good night last night. I kinda remember getting to do like, a lot of sex, and I got to give a bunch of guys blowjobs.” she paused to think for a moment, “Oh, hey! Do you want a blowjob? You’re totally, like, super cute.”

He seemed a bit flustered, “Umm, no. That’s quite all right. The police found you passed out on the couch of a hotel lobby. You… didn’t have any clothes on. They brought you here to make sure you were okay. We learned that you had a rather substantial dose of Rohypnol in your system. Do you have any reason to believe that anything happened last night that you didn’t agree to?”

Bailee shook her head, “uh uh, I think I had a really fun night.” she said before giggling. As she was answering, this hot older woman with silver hair and a lab coat came in. Bailee thought it was silly the way she was dressed. She might be middle-aged, but she still had a good body. Maybe her and Bailee could go out and pretend to be mother and daughter to pick up boys! Guys were totally into that sort of thing.

The older lady leaned over to the cute boy doctor and whispered something to him. She said something about Bailee’s “fee-an-say,” which Bailee figured was a fancy doctor word she didn’t know. And she said something about how Bailee hasn’t been the same since.

Suddenly it occurred to Bailee that hospitals were really sad and totally not fun and that she didn’t want to be in one anymore. So she put on her heels and told them that she was going to go home now. They said some doctory stuff and made her write her name on this really boring paper, but at least they let her keep the cute gown that let everybody see her butt. She could totally use that for costume parties or sexy roleplay. Maybe she could even go out and tell everybody that she has a disease where she needs cum to survive. Yeah! That’d be perfect! After all, guys could be super gullible when it comes to sex. They’ll fall for anything when they’re horny! She was sure glad that she wasn’t like that.

#pervertpentet bimbobailee

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter eighteen: festival

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

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"You volunteered me to do what?"

"To love me for the rest of your life," Hitoshi cooed as he pulled you close to him, arms holding you tight and nuzzling your face with his.

You groaned and tried to push him away before his whimpers and 'kissing-ass' tactics ended up making you cave. The tips of his relaxed purple locks tickled your skin and made giggles want to escape but you stood your ground, at least until the back of your knees hit the bed and the hero tackled you down onto it.

"Toshi-ah! It's not going to work, you can't just volunteer me to make enough candy apples to feed that entire school! It's impossible!"

You tried to sit up but Shinsou wrapped his arms around your waist and laid his head on your chest, making himself heavier on top of you so you wouldn't be able to move. Huffing and puffing, your hand tried to push his face away when he would try to kiss you or pout his lips and make puppy dog eyes.

"You don't have to make them all at once, we can set up a little booth and you can make them there," his teeth lightly nipped at your fingers that were squishing and distorting his face, "Don't you think they'll go great with our costumes, didn't Alice eat a poison apple or something?"

Your head fell back as you laughed and pushed his face back one last time and gave up, "You uncultured swine, that was Snow White. Alice ate cake!"

Smirking, Hitoshi released you and sat up on his hands and knees as you rested on your elbows and looked back at him.

"Same difference," he replied nonchalantly.

"No, no it is not!"

Rolling his eyes Hitoshi continued to beg and plead, peppering your face with goofy kisses and ensuing a tickle attack until you were giving in and agreeing through your laughter. It wasn't like you weren't going to agree in the first place, you just loved to see him at your mercy sometimes, it was cute.

It had been a few weeks since Hitoshi started his teaching job and the big UA Halloween festival was just around the corner. Being a part of the staff, your boyfriend was somewhat required to attend and also help out so he used your baking skills to his advantage.

Hitoshi gave you an appreciative smile and sweet kiss before fleeing the bed to turn off the bedroom light and made his way back to plop down onto it as you crawled underneath the warm covers and giggled as the weight of him made the mattress bounce you a few inches in the air. He laughed and joined you under the covers, quickly wrapping his arms around and pulling you close to cradle into his body as you both got comfortable.

You pressed your cold feet to his, making him flinch. You turned and craned your head to look at him behind you with a smile. He returned the expression and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you sweetness, seriously. You're the best!"

You giggled and bumped your butt against his crouch, "Shut up baby I know it!"

Chuckling, you kissed each other one last time before you turned back around and wiggled in his hold as you clutched the thick blankets up and over your face, burrowing into them. Smiling, Hitoshi started to play with your hair and wrapped his arm tighter around your waist as he nuzzled his own face into your hair and the pillow. You both softly whispered your 'good nights' and started to slowly slip off into a deep slumber.

Your leg kicked slightly making Hitoshi sleepily chuckle, it was a tell-tale sign that you were only seconds from knocking out. A relaxed and content sigh left your lovers chest and he too followed behind you.

Suddenly you gasped and made him jump and hold your body tighter.

"Where are we gonna get all those apples from?"

Eri giggled as she twirled around in front of the mirror of her bedroom. Blue and white fabric spun with her small frame and her snow-white locks swirled as well.

"I take it you like it?"

Smiling, the toddler nodded and bounced before jumping and hugging your neck tight. "I love it Unnie, did you make it?"

You laughed and brushed back her hair and helped her put on a pair of brown gloves. "I did not, I'm not that talented. I had it specially made for you though, just like I had all our costumes specially made."

Eri breathed out an 'oh' and smiled as you fixed her matching hair ribbon and necktie. Her dress looked like a classic Alice dress, light blue and with white tulle and a matching white apron. She wore white stockings and brown shoes to match her gloves. The little girl was honestly the cutest thing you'd ever saw and you felt like you were going to die on the spot from her radiating light. You stood to your feet and placed your hands on your hips, letting out an accomplished sigh.

"Where is your costume," she asked looking up at you.

"It's in the other bedroom, I'm about to go get dressed. How about you go see how Toshi is doing with his outfit?"

Eri nodded and hugged your legs before jetting off out of her bedroom door and down the hall to her brothers room. You giggled and walked through her bathroom to the bedroom that was originally meant for you but never used for anything other than storage of your items. The White Rabbit outfit you ordered was laid out on the bed, ready to be placed on your body. You smiled walking towards it and began to undress.

In Hitoshi's room, the man was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, arms crossed with an un-pleased expression.

"I'm not going," he huffed out and walked back into the bedroom.

A series of excited knocks came from the door, making him look at it as he went to un-do the collar around his neck. The familiar sound of his little sisters voice was heard, making his hands fall and find refuge in his pockets as he walked towards the door to open it.

"What do you want?"

Eri's ruby eyes glistened when her brother answered the door in his full getup, her small hands flew to her cheeks as she squealed and giggled. Rolling his eyes, Hitoshi shut the door, smirking when she whined on the other side of it. Opening the door once again, Hitoshi smiled when he took in the costume Eri wore. She twirled around in it, asking if he liked it or not.

"You look like a perfect little Alice, its very pretty," he replied crouching down to be eye level with the child.

"Unnie did a good job finding our outfits!"

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Hitoshi mumbled, "A little too good".

Just by the items of clothing you had gotten for him to wear, your boyfriend could tell you were out to get him. He finally realized that the somewhat embarrassed feeling he was feeling now as he wore a set of purple cat ears, a collar and a stripped purple tail, is what you had to deal with every day you dawned that cursed uniform for that café.

He used to love how it looked on you, now just the thought of it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Although he knew he could never fully understand the objectification you went through, being that outfit you wore was way more revealing and geared towards the male sexual fantasy. If Hitoshi could make it through the night, he planned on apologizing to you in every way possible about the dumb jokes and flirting he did all over your outfit.

"I knew you'd make the perfect Cheshire Cat Sou-Sou, because your hair matches!"

"Oh is that so?"

Hitoshi grinned and tickled Eri's sides, making her squeal and laugh.

He stood back up straight and rubbed the side of his neck as his other hand gestured outwards as he displayed himself and did a full circle to give his sister a full look of his costume. He had to admit it was pretty spiffy looking, aside from the accessories he had to wear.

A stripped purple button up shirt was worn underneath a dark maroon vest. Hitoshi wore brown pants that were rolled up just below his knees and purple striped socks. Brown gloves dressed his hands, the same as his sisters and he wore brown loafers. The ears, collar, and neck-tie, tied the whole look together.

It made Hitoshi smile how much effort you put into ordering outfits for the three of you that corresponded with each other. It had him even more excited to see exactly what you looked like.

Ruffling Eri's hair, Hitoshi asked her where you were as he pulled his phone from his pocket to look at the time.

"She's getting dressed. We should go wait for her in the living room!"

Eri grabbed Hitoshi's gloved hand and yanked him along as she ran from the bedroom and into the living room. For the girl to be so small she still managed to drag him with all the excitement and energy she had built up. As the two passed the room you were in, Eri yelled out letting you know where to find them, making Hitoshi chuckle.

He finally removed his hand from Eri and picked her up, making her giggle as he airplaned her the rest of the way. The little girl crash landed on the couch where another tickled attack ensued, making ear piercing squeals erupt throughout the home until Hitoshi finally stopped. The siblings spent the next ten minutes playing hand games on the couch until the sound of a door being opened was finally heard. Both Hitoshi and Eri looked in the direction you were coming from, the clicking of shoes could be heard on the hard-word floors.

Soon enough a pair of furry white rabbit ears came into view and suddenly Hitoshi had a new favorite animal.

His lazy smile grew wide seeing you in a white collared button-up with a red bow-tie and a yellow vest over it. A red blazer added another pop of color and you wore brown bloomer type shorts that ruffled at the bottoms with a white lace trim stopping mid-thigh. You also wore knee-high sheer stockings and black oxford shoes with white tops. White finger-less gloves dressed your hands and a stopwatch hung from the pocket of your blazer. The moment you twirled and Hitoshi saw the fluffy white bunny tail that was sewed onto the back of your shorts he wanted to die of happiness. The hero didn't think you could possibly get any cuter but damn was he wrong!

You nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck, "Uh – I think we're gonna be late."

Hitoshi quickly covered Eri's ears tightly so she couldn't hear a sound and he looked at you. "You're so goddamn fucking cute!"

You giggled and Hitoshi released Eri so they could both stand and walk to you. The little girl couldn't stop complimenting you as she made circles around your body, examining every detail of the outfit. She laughed when she poked the fluffy bobtail and mentioned how soft it actually was. Smiling, you looked over Hitoshi and his outfit, he noticed and did his own 360 turn, holding out his arms and showcasing himself.

"Aww, aren't you the cutest little kitty cat!"

"Watch it you rodent," he smirked and flicked one of your rabbit ears as he leaned in closer to press a kiss to your cheek.

Hitoshi went to grab his camera out of his bag and thus started a small photo-shoot. He took pictures of you and Eri being sweet and silly. After, you took pictures of them. In one Eri was pulling on Hitoshi's tail and he was giving a looked that showed how done he already was with the situation. In another he held the toddler on his hip and they both made paws and bared their teeth. Hitoshi finally pulled you in and took a few selfies with his phone.

You gasped when you peeked at the time on the device and mentioned that the three of you would really be late. Quickly Hitoshi grabbed his bag and you helped Eri to put her coat on, Hitoshi helped you and himself before bolting out the door. You and Eri jogged off together as Hitoshi locked the door and turned around and smirked as the bunny tail on your shorts bounced along with your bum.

"Be strong Hitoshi, keep your mouth shut until you get back home," he instructed himself while taking off after the two of you.

"Oh my god, you're (Y/N)!"

You turned around from dipping apples when a young feminine voice spoke to you. The girl was dressed as a witch and looking at you with an awestruck expression. Eri ran to the ordering table of the booth and smiled at the girl, who in turn smiled back.

"And you must be Eri! Wow, I feel like I'm meeting celebrities. You two are very famous in Mr. Shinsou's class. I'm Mia, a 2nd year student."

You smiled at Mia and apologized for not being able to properly shake her hand since you were busy making candy apples. This wasn't the first student of Hitoshi's to stop by and introduce themselves, while also mentioning how you and Eri were the talk of his classroom. It was flattering and also somewhat embarrassing how much they knew about you.

"Every morning we start class by asking Mr. Shinsou if anything cute or funny happened the day or weekend before with the three of you, it's like a ritual. I see you're all matching with your outfits too, you really are the perfect couple," she replied with a swooning sigh.

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders, "Sometimes we are, other times we want to strangle each other because of how alike we are. He can be a real pain in the ass but I love him."

"Aww, you three have to sign up for the costume contest!"

Eri gasped and jumped up and down, "Costume contest, what do we win?"

You giggled and finished making your apples as Mia explained the prizes, basically first place just got a trophy and a gift certificate to one of the best bakeries/ice cream parlors in the city. This news had Eri extremely pumped and excited as she tugged on the hem of your blazer and begged for the three of you to be part of the contest.

"I don't see why not, it sounds fun. Sure, sign us all up!"

Mia clapped and ordered a candy apple while she was there. You gave a fresh one to Eri and she handed it to the girl with a smile.

"I'll go right away to let the students running it know to sign you up. All the art classes will be cheering for you! I can't wait to see what you three got!"

As Mia skipped away you quirked a brow and shrugged and went back to making apples.

Ever since the festival started you were slammed, order after order for them and for once you finally had a small break and used the time to make quite a few of the treats for the next wave of hungry customers. As you stirred your mixture over the burner you felt a playful tug on your faux tail. A quick kiss was planted on your cheek and you smiled when Hitoshi immediately jumped in to help you.

"I'm back, sorry it took so long, one of the classes needed help setting up for a play," he explained and started to insert sticks into the red apples.

"No problem Toshi, it's been slow thankfully."

Eri ran up and tugged on Hitoshi's cat tail, making him turn to look at her, "What is it kid, shouldn't you be out there luring customers in with your cuteness?"

You and the little girl giggled and she blushed shaking her head, "Sou-Sou, guess what! We're going to be in the costume contest!"

"What!"

Hitoshi loudly questioned as he inserted a stick with too much force that it broke.

He made a 'uh-oh' expression and tossed the stick. You looked at him questionably and smiled.

"What's wrong Toshi-cat, afraid of a little competition? It's just a costume contest, how bad can it be?"

Hitoshi shook his head and sighed, "It's not just a costume contest, smart one! It's a talent show too, you have to do some kind of performance as well, not just strut around shaking your tail!"

Your eyes widened and looked at Hitoshi with fear, Eri on the other hand was ecstatic! The lavenderette gave you a cocky smile, as if to say you brought this on yourself.

"That little brat, she didn't mention that detail! She was one of your students actually!"

"Let me guess, Mia?" He asked with a smirk and chuckle.

You glared at Hitoshi and nodded, from him knowing right away who the student was you couldn't help but think the girl was known to be mischievous. Damn kids these days, you didn't know how he did it.

"Yeah, she's been going on all week about how she's going to get us into the contest. I told her as long as I'm not around that wasn't going to happen, to which she took literally I see."

You whined and snatched an apple from Hitoshi's hand, "What are we gonna do!"

Hitoshi smiled and slipped an arm around your back, giving your hip a squeeze. "Well, you could sing."

"Uh – no, hard pass! I don't sing publicly, plus its three of us, not just me!"

Eri cheered and squeezed her way in-between the two of you. She looked as if she had the best idea in the world.

"We can do a dance!"

You hummed and shrugged your shoulders, it wasn't a bad idea after all. Hitoshi thought differently, even though he was smiling it was one of those, 'I think the fuck not' smiles as he shook his head.

Eri seemed to pout and your heart broke, your fist came into contact with your boyfriends arm making him glare. Quickly you coaxed Eri to go bring your finished apples to the front table just so she'd be out of hearing distance when you decided to chew a new hole into her brother.

"Look, I'm just gonna go find the kids running this and tell them it was a mistake," Hitoshi calmly said and went to walk past you. That was until you roughly tugged on his tail that was attached to his belt and yanked him back before you.

"No you're not! We're doing this little contest whether we like it or not, you know why?"

You grabbed his chin and made him look to Eri as she waved at people passing by.

"Because she wants to! We're both going to dance our asses off in order to win this thing, all for her! So suck it up and get ready to close this booth down for a few minutes, because we're going to teach you a dance that is sure to make us win. Got it?"

Your fingers released his chin and Hitoshi rubbed it, his eyes looked at you with a mixture of astonishment and excitement. You've never chewed him out like this before and you never were so ... demanding. It was hot to him, he wasn't going to lie. But it also warmed his heart how invested you were in his sisters happiness and he couldn't help but fall even more in love with you.

Sighing, Hitoshi nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He walked over to his sister and ruffled her hair, crouching down to be eye-level with her.

"If we're gonna win this thing, you better teach me how to dance just as good as you!"

Smiling and squealing, Eri flung her arms around Hitoshi's neck and almost knocked him off balance. He chuckled and kissed her cheek while apologizing for hurting her feelings before.

"It's okay Sou-Sou, I still love you," her ruby eyes looked at you, "I know the perfect dance!”

#sugarcoated #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #fanfiction #fluff #halloween #eri

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lia-jones · 4 years

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Growing Stronger - Chapter Eleven - I Won’t Give Up

The wedding ceremony was beautiful and uneventful, with the bride and groom looking very happy.

I had no time to breathe during the reception. always busy entertaining guests so the happy couple could have their meal in peace. This is the real curse of the extrovert, we get asked to entertain people a lot. Or keep them from crying.

I had no chance to be with Victor, since I was sitting on the side of the bride, and he was sitting on the side of the groom. Not that it mattered, anyway. What would I tell him? There wasn’t a lot of room for small talk.

After the meal, the married couple had their first dance. Victor was nowhere to be found, not that I checked. When I saw everybody having fun dancing and engaged in conversation, I decided to go to the bar and order myself a drink to help me relax. My feet were killing me, and that was seriously affecting my mood.

A man in his thirties, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a bad boy attitude, sat on the stool next to mine.

“Will you let me buy you a drink?” He smiled at me.

“It’s an open bar.” I answered flatly.

“Oops. Got me there.” He raised his hands playfully. “What about a dance then?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I frowned at him. I didn’t feel like being hit on.

“Probably not, but I think I know you. You’re the CEO’s ex, right?” He pointed at me, squinting.

Oh God. Barf.

“Is that what they are calling me these days? I do have a name, you know. And an existence of my own.” I gave him a bitter smile.

“No, don’t be offended.” His hand tried to reach my shoulder, but I backed off a little. “I didn’t know who you were, but some colleagues were saying that you’d be here, so I looked for the most beautiful girl in the room. It didn’t take me long to find you, it had to be you.”

“Smooth.” I nodded, impressed. The guy had guts, I had to give him that. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

“Maybe we started with the wrong foot. Micah Clarke, I work at the legal department at LFG. I’m sorry if I offended you, I just didn’t know how to approach you.”

“Well, Mr. Clarke, I really have to go.” I got up from my stool.

“Can I have at least a second chance? Dinner to make it up for my social clumsiness?”

“I’ll tell you something, Mr. Clarke. When you figure out the reason why you are not getting my attention, I may accept your invitation for dinner.”

I figured that would leave him wondering for a while. Hopefully, long enough for me to enjoy the rest of the wedding in peace. I walked to my table, decided to have a glass of wine instead.

I sat and poured myself a glass, hoping everyone was way too busy dancing to look for me. Tough luck. As I took my first sip of wine, I was pulled from my chair by Goldman.

“Come, dance with me.” He enthusiastically held my hand as he pulled me to the center of the dancefloor.

“I just want to be left in peace…” I whined. “Where the hell is your wife?” I asked, as I tried to figure out a way to ditch him.

“Hey, this is my happy day, so if I ask you to dance with me, you dance with me.” He ordered playfully.

I spotted Diane dancing with Victor. I realized right away what they were trying to do.

“You sneaky little man…” I smiled.

“What can I say? I’m team love today.” He smiled back.

“You’re wearing wedding rose-colored glasses. Wait till you have your first fight.”

“All worth it for a lifetime with her. Even if she locks me outside the apartment and throws all my stuff from the bedroom window, it will be worth it. Every second with her is worth any trouble I may find.”

I smiled at the tenderness of his words.

I heard Diane’s voice saying “Let’s switch!” and suddenly Victor was in front of me, Goldman out of sight. We stood awkwardly for a moment and then Victor took my hand and held my waist, prompting me to dance with him.

“Discreet, aren’t they?” I joked.

“Not really. But there’s no harm in humoring them.”

“That’s why you agreed to dance?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“I like dancing with you. Good dance partners are hard to find.” Victor gave me a small smile.

“Why, I like dancing with you too. You are a very good dancer.”

Not wasting any time, Victor took me tighter in his arms, dipping me.

“Show off.” I teased, making us both laugh.

I saw a hand tap on his shoulder, making him turn.

“Sorry boss, do you mind If I have a dance with the pretty girl?” It was that Clarke guy. Victor’s face fell to his poker face one.

“Sure.” Victor answered in a low voice, stepping away, before I could have a word about it. Clarke immediately took the chance to take my hand.

“You’re bold.” I said flatly.

“One of my many qualities.” He declared proudly, as he swayed on the dance floor. I followed, not wanting to cause a scene, since everyone was now looking at the guy who stole Victor Lee’s dance partner. “I know what I did wrong. Want to hear it?”

“Sure.” I shrugged. “Since you’re wasting my time already.”

“I am not him. I am not Victor Lee. You are still in love with him.” I blinked at him, shocked by his words. “I am nothing like him. That could be a good thing for you.”

I laughed bitterly. The guy had some nerve.

“Don’t laugh, it’s true. All you need is to replace him with someone totally different. I bet you two didn’t have much in common. Maybe if you find someone more like you, you’ll be able to forget him. I can be a rebound guy, if that gives me the chance to be your next relationship.”

Sleazy son of a b… I almost threw up in my mouth.

“Let me make some things clear. You are nothing like me, and you are right, you are nothing like him.” I started, feeling disgusted. “You are a parasite, unable to do anything by yourself, so you assume if you get close enough to others success, you can bask in it. What you do doesn’t make you more successful or smart, it just makes you small.” I paused, looking him in the eyes. “Did you feel like a big man, taking the lady from his arms? Did you feel like you could be as big as him, as powerful as him, as admired as him? Truth is, you can’t. Because he’s honorable, and you’re just an asshole.”

I stepped away, releasing myself from his grip. But no, I wasn’t done yet.

“The reason why you will never take me anywhere is because I have wasted my time on enough narcissistic pieces of shit to know one when I see him. And I certainly won’t waste my time with you.”

I stormed away from him, fuming with rage. Seeing a waiter was serving whiskey to some guest, I unceremoniously took a glass and the bottle of him, leaving the room.

Outside felt way better. The fresh air made me feel calmer, and the view of the ocean hitting on the rocks was inviting. I found a secluded place between some trees and sat on the rock wall that divided the orchard from the shore, watching the ocean break on the rocks below my feet.

I was a bit chilly, but the burning whiskey in my throat gave me enough heat for me to remain there, away from the music, away from the people, away from my thoughts. I closed my eyes, just listening to the raging ocean, enjoying the silence in my mind and my solitude.

Warm hands held my shoulders as a familiar voice spoke.

“Don’t be startled. It’s me.”

I sighed.

“Need something?” I teased, pretending to be grumpy. Despite everything, I was happy to see him.

“Yes. Someone has been hoarding the whiskey.” He said, showing me his glass for me to fill it. “Besides, some quiet is good.”

I filled his glass without a word.

“I admire your boldness.” He continued. “Sitting on a wall, hundreds of feet over a bed of rocks and water, having liquor. Courageous. If you have a death wish.”

“You’re just scared I’ll fall.” I gave him a sly smile.

“Scared? Me? You’re an adult. If you want to die on those rocks, it’s your business, not mine.” He stated, casually taking a sip of his whiskey.

“The view is worth the risk. I think I can see the Watcher from here.” I bent slightly forward and his arm immediately circled my waist, his face in sheer panic.

“You’re so full of it.” I laughed hard. “Come on, be a lad and help me down.” I said, motioning to get off the wall, taking Victor’s hand to support me.

However, I had another issue coming. My dress was made of tule, and somehow the fabric had caught on the rugged rocks. It would be ruined if I tried to come down, and probably my behind would be showing.

“Wait.” I urged. “My skirt got stuck.” I was red with shame.

Victor lifted the fabric a little, assessing the gravity of the situation.

“I can release it. Hold tight to my neck, and lift your body with your legs.”

My arms wrapped around Victor’s neck as I tried to lift my butt. His smell came to me, his wonderful familiar smell. It brought back an array of feelings and memories, vivid and solid in my mind. I noticed his warm breath on my cheeks and looked up. He was staring at me, his grey eyes darker. Maybe this was bringing memories to him too.

“The skirt.” I spoke weakly, not wanting to end the moment, but feeling compelled to. Victor cleared his throat, focusing on his task.

It took less than a minute for me to be free from that wall. Victor’s arms held my waist in a too familiar way, helping me down. I thanked him, leaning on the wall, this time carefully not to have the same thing happen to me twice. I handed him the whiskey bottle.

“Here. I’m done hoarding. It’s all yours.”

“You’re done drinking?”

“Yes, I need to mind my alcohol intake.”

“Because of the bachelorette party?” Victor gave me a knowing smile. I felt the blood draining from my face.

“Oh God, what did I do? I know that look, you know something! Did I embarrass myself?” I hid my face with my hands.

“You don’t remember?” Victor chuckled.

“I remember having some jello shots with Diane. They seemed pretty harmless. After that… nada.” I shook my head.

“You don’t remember going home?”

“Nope. Diane told me she left first, so she didn’t take me. One of the girls told me someone called cabs for everyone, so I probably took one, I guess. Surprisingly, I managed to get inside without making much of a scene, change my clothes, and I was even wise enough to leave some painkillers and some water by my nightstand.” For the life of me, I couldn’t possibly explain this line of events. Apparently, Victor could, so I pressed him a bit more. “Now, tell me how I made a fool of myself.”

Victor looked me in the eyes, lost in thought.

“So?” I insisted. Victor cleared his throat.

“I have no idea, actually. I left right after Goldman. You probably behaved, otherwise you’d know by now. But it could’ve easily gone the other way, so learn your lesson.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” I chuckled bitterly. “Lesson learned. Never again.”

There was a silence that stretched for a while, a familiar comfortable silence that Victor and I used to share… When we were together. Open heart. I allowed myself to just be in his presence, to let myself relax.

“When did you know?” Victor blurted out.

“When did I know what?” I frowned.

“That you didn’t love me anymore.” He was watching me closely, reading me. I shook my head, looking away.

“Victor…”

“I keep replaying all our moments together, trying to find it, the moment when you looked at me and realized you weren’t in love anymore. And I can’t find it. I need to know. If I ever meant anything to you, you’ll tell me.” His voice was stern. This was bugging him. Telling him wouldn’t bring anything good, it would complicate things even more. But he needed to know, and it was unfair to keep him wondering.

“The reason why you can’t find that moment…” I grimaced, not believing I was exposing myself like that. Open heart, Andrea. “It’s because there never was one. There was never a moment when I thought I didn’t love you. Because, honestly… I never stopped.”

Victor’s eyes went wide, the grey color in them shimmering with emotion. Before he could utter a word, the wedding planner found us, interrupting the conversation.

“Erm… Sorry.” She apologized, uncomfortable. “The newlyweds are leaving for the honeymoon.”

We walked to the main room in silence, attending to our duties. We said goodbye to Goldman and Diane, and after they were only seen in the distance, I returned to my room, hoping I could just sleep.

I woke up early the following morning. I had decided to leave bright and early, hoping I could avoid Victor. Being with him stirred old feelings inside, and I couldn’t deal with that. I felt fragile as it was, I didn’t know if my fragile heart could take any more strong emotions.

As the elevator door opened, I saw Victor. Alone. Crap. I walked in.

I said good morning and not much else, pretending to be too sleepy to chat. Victor, on the other hand, looked perky. Decided. There was an aura of confidence around him that suited him very well.

Just before we reached the ground floor, he moved to the panel and pressed the panic switch. The elevator screeched to a halt.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Don’t. Just listen.”

He walked towards me with such an assertiveness that I found myself leaning on the elevator’s back wall, trying to retreat. His hands landed on the wooden panel behind me, blocking my exit. He towered over me, his eyes focused and bright.

“I can’t think of a happier moment in my life other than the ones I’ve spent with you. We had our problems, yes, but we are right for each other. We just gave up too soon. Well, I want you to know I’m not giving up.”

“Victor…” I tried.

“I will not give up on us, Andrea, even if you did. If you still have feelings for me, I still stand a chance. And I will take it, I will win you back. I am more than patient, and when I want something, I will stop at nothing to get it. Be prepared.”

With that, he moved away and pulled the switch back to his original position, the elevator resuming its ride and stopping at the ground floor. Without looking back, Victor just walked away.

And I was left inside, unable to move, unable to think, the loud sound of my throbbing heart echoing through my mind.

#Growing Pains - Series #growingstronger #victor x oc #victor mlqc #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc fanfic #love and producer #mister love queens choice

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kalosian-writer · 5 years

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**VERY IMPORTANT OOC NOTE** Jules’ freestyle is sexual in nature. Because of this, Tian and I have agreed that reading it is completely optional for everyone, overriding the ‘judges must read all performances’ rule. If you are not comfortable reading NSFW material, it is 100% okay to opt-out. If for any reason you need evidence please contact me and I’ll happy show you screenshots of Tian and I discussing this.

Also, I cannot post this as ‘nsfw’ because of tumblr’s now ruined tagging system. Apologies to everyone.

Participant: Jules Saint-Michelle (under the alias Mireille Bisset) Category: Freestyle Music: But I Am a Good Girl-Christina Aguilera Props: A simple chair (Picture of costume at the bottom)

Pokémon:

Loic (Borzoi-variant Furfrou, Star Trim) Ability: Fur Coat Moves: Charm, Helping Hand, Cotton Guard,

Verna (Hawlucha) Ability: Unburden Moves: Sky Drop, Helping Hand, Feather Dance,

Nox (Pumpkaboo) Ability: Frisk Moves: Shadow Sneak, Light Screen, Trick Room, Bestow

Speakers thumbed softly to life as someone made a surprise announcement from the sound booth. The voice was pleasant, and probably familiar to more than a few people.

“Esteemed guests: we would like to take a moment to request that anyone under-aged or uncomfortable with suggestive theatrics please exit the theatre for the next performance, which will begin in two minutes. This act should only be viewed by consenting adults, so if you do not consent, please exit the theatre. Thank you, and enjoy~”

Glancing out from the corner of the curtain, ‘Mireille’ didn’t necessarily feel any apprehension about what she was about to do. There might be cameras, sure, and she’d certainly surprise a few people, but she’d already made her intentions clear. Being filmed was a risk she accepted. Rather, her eyes scanned the audience for Reiji, small smile growing into a smirk when she saw him. Good. She knew exactly where she’d be looking the whole time.

Lights went down-her cue.

When they came back up-dimmer now-the stage was fairly sparse. Just off center and towards the front of the stage, a woman stood with one foot elevated on a plain wooden chair, showing off bold pink pumps and sheer stockings of a paler hue. The shoes complimented her long silk gloves of the same color, each wrist adored with a rhinestone cuff that glimmered in the stage light. The brim of a pink bowler hat shadowed her face, keeping it hidden for the time being. Other than those, she worn a relatively plain black silk robe. On the other side of the chair, a large Furfrou stood on his hind legs, the front two placed on the seat of the chair like hers.

As the music started and the lights brightened, the woman leaned forward to peck her Pokémon on the muzzle, after which he grabbed the brim of her hat and took it off before jumping down. He passed in front of her before circling back, prancing and flipping the hat onto his head to Charm the audience before moving towards the back to give his trainer the spotlight.

Now without her hat, with her hair down and her makeup changed, there wasn’t much left that could be called ‘Mireille’. Jules stood tall and flashed the audience a seductive look before the lyrics started. She had a rhinestone choker on, with strands of rhinestones dripping down into her robe.

‘The dress is Chanel, the shoes YSL-‘

Hands traveled up her body, pausing a moment on her breasts to fondle them and draw attention to her figure as she arched her back for emphasis. Then the arm closer to the audience fell down to her raised knee, before sliding up her leg, tugging up the hem of her robe with it. Though it was just for a moment, something sparkled before she covered it again.

‘The bag is Dior, Agent Provocateur~’

In one smooth motion, she stepped her elevated leg down and spun forward on it, sitting herself down so that she faced the audience. Briefly her legs were spread, just enough to give everyone a long glance at bright pink satin panties before she crossed one leg over the other.

‘My address today-L.A. by the way-above Sunset Strip, the hill are the way.’

A pause in her teasing to play up the part, leaning forward with her arms on her knee. Then back again, twirling her hard innocently enough.

‘My ring are by Webster, it makes their heads twirl-

They all say, “Darling, what did you do for those pearls?”’

Now she was up again, skillfully strutting around until she stood behind the chair, her back to the audience. Her hands were doing…something, and after a moment it became clear-one hand pulled out to the side, holding the sash of her robe and sensually dragging it out of the loops until it dangled free. She dropped it beside her as the song continued, the shape of her body now completely obscured by the untied robe.

‘What?!’

Hands tucked in to her chest and shoulders hunched as she turned her head to look at the audience over her shoulder. A beat pause, and her posture loosened, along with her grip on the robe. Beat by beat it began to slide off-first one shoulder, then the other.

‘I am a good girl~’

The robe was falling now, dropping away. But before she could be totally exposed, a Pumpkaboo flew out from the wings, the eyes of his jack-o-lantern glowing bright and shimmering into a Light Screen to blind the audience and hide his trainer. As he flew back and forth across the stage and over the audience, the glow shifted to blue, then purple, then overwhelmed the room with red in a dizzying display as he set a Trick Room.

Gone was the previously bland stage, replaced instead by a luxurious room of white and pinks, satin and silks. Ghostly mirrors hovered in the air, while brilliant crystal chandeliers failed to illuminate the darker corners of the illusion. Stage lights moves about to take in the dreamy sight.

Hopefully, the change was enough to distract from Jules momentarily. If anyone were to look her direction, they might have seen her nearly doubled over, holding on to the back of the (now black) chair so hard that her knuckles were pale. Focusing on her breathing while the rest of the audience took in the transformation.

Breathe, Jules, breathe…

It had been her choice to set the scene using two psychic-type attacks. She knew it was coming, but the dizzy, disorienting sensation was heightened to her. There was a reason she hadn’t practiced it much.

Merde, how many bars had it been? Relaxing her pained expression, she stood tall again, giving the audience a confident, sultry smirk as she stepped out from behind the chair and all eyes began to fall on her. Stage lights, likewise, focused their gaze on the woman. It was a miracle she could even strut on unsteady feet, but under all the attention, she shined.

The robe was discarded now, left on a heap in the floor behind the chair. What replaced it left just enough to the imagination to keep things interesting. Those stocks ended at her upper thigh, where a blue garter belt with white rhinestones continued to lead the eye to ruffled pink satin boyshorts. A strapless blue bra completed the outfit, embellished with lace, chains of rhinestones (not unlike the ones dangling off her necklace), and a large white gem at the very front.

With a flare of her hand, she gestured back up to Nox, who took the opportunity to dive down and disappear into her shadow, before using Shadow Sneak to pop out behind her. Tiny teeth tugged at a large bow on the back of her panties, pulling it open and unraveling a bustle of silks in a variety of pink, blue, and white. Of course, it needed a little help falling into place, but Jules didn’t have any problem grinding her hips and shaking her butt for a little dramatic flair. If anything, she played it up, shimmying her upper body to get her chest bouncing as well.

To finish up the look, Loic came trotting back up, dropping his head down to flip her hat back into her waiting hand. With him came Verna, both ready to offer a little Helping Hand.

‘B.H I adore, Rodeo l’amour,’

Taking the hat in both hands, Jules held it up to cover her chest, then sharply turned her head to the side. Loic was laying a few feet away, turned attentively towards his trainer. With a little bounce, Jules bumped her hip in his direction, and on cue he rolled over and remained on his back, playing dead with his tongue stuck out like a love-struck fool.

‘Breakfast Polo Lounge and poolside for sure,’

Jules bat her eyelashes and blew a kiss to her dog, tossing the hat back to him as a favor for the time being. From there she marched to stand front and center on the stage, flashing the audience (mostly Reiji) a beguiling look before she turned her back to them. She spread her feet far apart as she bent over to give everyone a good look at her glittering bustle. Rhinestones flashed in the light as she waved it around a bit, but before anyone could get too comfortable with the view, a certain Pumpkaboo who’d been hiding in her shadow popped out yet again and flew out from underneath her. Nox’s exit flipped the fabric up onto the small of her back. Meanwhile, Jules looked out at everyone with a look of coy surprise from between her legs.

‘The Chateau for cocktails, The Courtyard at nine, Dan Tana’s for dinner, The Helen’s divine~’

Gloved hands reached back to cup and fondle her ass, and Jules could have made a whole show of grinding her hips in a slow circle. The squeezing and writhing continued as she righted herself, keeping her back arched. Once standing upright, she gave another hip bump and turned back around, hands crossing her stomach to rest on her hips.

‘You know I have found, the word’s going ‘round, they all say my feet never DO touch the ground-‘

Jules raised an arm high in the air, Verna soared down to perch. They exchanged a sweet moment, Jules reaching up to scratch her Pokémon’s beak, before Verna took to the sky-and took Jules with her. They fluttered up, up, up, twirling as they did so-

‘What?!’

And then Verna let go, sending Jules into a Sky Drop. Her landing wasn’t perfect, feet wobbling as she threatened to roll on her heels, but she managed to right herself just in time to cover her mouth again in mock horror on the fourth beat. Soon, the expression changed to one of coy confidence.

‘I am a good girl~’

Keeping her heels together, the writer spread her legs outwards in an exaggerated plie that again drew attention downwards-particularly once her hands trailed down her body to the front of her crotch. As she rose back up, one hand remained southwards, sliding even farther in between her legs. The other slid back up the curves of her figure to grope a breast. She took her time now, letting the instrumental play out a little while she played with herself. Still, her titillating show had to move on, so again she spread her legs wide. The hand that had been touching her panties came up and out as she raised it, giving the audience a ‘come hither’ motion before bringing it up to her face to touch her lips with one finger. As she shifted her weight onto one hip, she gave them a wink.

Now her attention returned to her chair, where Nox was seated. She approached him from the side, setting one hand on the back of the chair as she brought her near foot back up to the seat. Jules bent at the waist, sticking out her ass again as she playfully shooed her Pokémon from the chair. Nox floated off to find more interesting entertainment.

With her foot still up, Jules pushed her hips toward the chair, as if grinding against it. One smooth move was all it took to spin the chair around, and she took a seat straddling it and facing the audience-but not before a little more grinding. She leaned forward to rest one arm along the back of the chair, then sharply turned her head to watch something going on off to the side of the stage.

Over there, Loic and Nox had begun to squabble over her hat. True to the rest of the show, Nox used Shadow Sneak to creep into the shadow under the brim, appearing between Loic and the hat and beginning to fly off with it- but not before the Furfrou could bite the brim and flip it into the air. Both Pokémon lunged to get the favor.

Verna, however, was one step ahead. She bounced off Loic’s back and flung herself into the air. A tiny clawed hand grabbed the bowler, and held it close to herself as she rolled into a front flip, landing perfectly on Jules’ shoulder.

As her trainer stood back up, Verna placed the hat back on her head. She earned herself a peck on the beak while Jules returned to front and center. Around them, the Trick Room began to fade, the cherubic world of pink and white falling away in a swirl of sparkling diamond dust.

‘I am a good gir~l!’

The singer began to belt, and Jules slowly raised one arm like a wing as she did so. But her other hand was wandering, dancing up the center of her body until fingers found the white stone at the front of her bra. While the audience surely couldn’t hear it, her Hawlucha could hear-and see-her tug at the clasp as it began to come undone. If anyone were to look at Verna’s expression of shock, it would be clear that this wasn’t something that happened in the rehearsal.

She leapt into action immediately, pushing off her trainer and into the air. Her wings glowed silver before she unleashed a Feather Dance. A flurry of white feathers filled the room, providing a little modesty. Loic was right behind her, shaking his fur to release puffs of Cotton Guard just as Jules undid the clasp. The bra fell free, where she held it off to the side, but her Pokémon made sure that no one got too good a glance at what was beneath.

‘Oh! Uhh! Ahh!’

With the song drawing to a close, Jules turned sharply on her heels and began to strut offstage. She held the bra high, up under Nox (apparently the only one in on the plan) snatched it from her grasp. While Jules walked off, the Pumpkaboo flew out into the audience and Bestowed it to a certain idol in the crowd.

After all, this was a Valentine’s Day show, wasn’t it?

‘Yeah!’

The stage was quiet for a few seconds after the music died off, but the tapping of claws on wood signaled Loic’s return.

He paid no attention to the audience, simply grabbing Jules’ discarded robe in his teeth and strolling back to return it to her.

Body template (bc my brain wouldn’t work) from here, which sites the source as here.

#ilwd2k19freestyle #ilwd2k19 #This is 100% why I signed Jules up for this btw

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freereignastarwarsstory · 7 years

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Interlude 1: New Heart

I was drifting about in a dream, I think. There were a lot of explosions going on and people shooting at people and people getting shot.

I reached for the lightsaber I wasn't suppose to have before I felt fire blaze through my leg.

My eyes flew open.

My body shot up from bed and I was already walking before my mind was totally comprehending that I was awake. I stopped in my path halfway to the door of my room and rubbed my eyes sleepily. Looking around, I noticed the small sunbeam from the hole in my roof as it brought in the sounds of wildlife. I began laughing to myself as I spun around in the warm and fast moving energy of the sun, my bare feet seemingly weightless on the cool stone floor. I don’t why I was laughing, it just felt good.

As for the usual start to my day, I felt something pull at my heartstrings, urging me towards the door of my room.

A smile stretched across my face.

“Hold on a second, at least let me put my clothes on. But thanks for the heads up, I’m glad we have work to do!” My voice spoke, erupting into the peaceful silence as I spoke to my guide.

I looked around my home of five years as I began to throw my clothes on and adjust my armor pieces. Finding this place after the crash hadn’t been easy. My guide’s home was so heavily hidden amongst the forest, the sprawling buildings looked more like a small mountain range covered in grasses and vines.

I had learned a long time ago, from the guide’s home, that it was actually called the Force. It was nice to be on a first name basis with it, but I had yet to be answered on my constant question to it which was ‘what kind of name is the Force? That sounds like a title?’ but we still had time to get to know each other better, after all, five years was nothing to an energy that has always and will always exist.

Slapping the buckles on my boots down, I rose from the floor and reached for my trench coat to start the day off right. Gripping the smooth fabric in my hands, I slipped the comfortable weight onto my shoulders. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in and let my eyes close as I began to walk for the door to my room.

The darkness in my eyelids enveloped the room. Holding my hand out in front of me, I pushed at the Force as I began sensing the little obstacles scattered across the floor of my room. I began to place one foot in front of the other.

Pebble. Another pebble. Some other things- probably a crack, just don’t step there. I tried to identify the objects beyond my closed eyes when my hand came in contact with the smooth door.

I opened my eyes with a smile as I turned to look at how I did.

I knew just from living here long enough that the floor would always be covered in little pebbles and cracks and glass shards, but mixing them up on my floor in the dark every night before I went to bed made for a great sensing practice… I think.

Most of the little boxed up holograms here required students train with a master, and there weren’t too many solo practices I could learn without already being a full blown master, so I made up training exercises for myself.

Shaking myself from my thoughts, I reached for the panel to open the door.

Nothing.

Crouching down in front of it, I began vigorously pressing the button as fast as possible until I decided that it wasn’t working, as usual, and I would have to just pry the door open from the space between the two panels, also as usual.

It annoyed me on a regular basis but I refrained from complaining, after all, this temple was super old. But, it was the Force’s home, so I loved it.

The door finally squeaked open and I stepped out of my room and on the inner courtyard “balcony”. The cool morning sunlight shone down through my “skylight”. In reality, this place was in ruins. My balcony used to have another wall to it, with probably more rooms on the other side, but half of a hallway is probably better identified as a balcony than a hallway. My skylight, on the same note, was actually a huge hole in this wing of the temple’s ceiling that stretched all the way down to the ground floor. From what I can tell from the other “balconies” above and below me, whatever had shot, fallen, or blown through this place had gone through about seven floors and had nearly hollowed out the building. Pipes had blown and now the ground floor was littered with sparkling waterfalls and lively ponds, and with a completely abandoned temple all to yourself, I know for a fact that no one cares if you take a bath in those or just walk around naked in general, not as fun as it had sounded at first though.

Beginning my walk through the guide’s daily path, I smiled and simply enjoyed the small purple and white birds with their long trailing tails flitting around through the sunlight and diving down to the shadowed pools below to pick at the vines and grass holding nearly every part of the temple together by sheer will.

I smiled and laughed again. Skipping once into the air, I broke into a sprint down the half-hall. Feeling my heart beating in my chest, my coattails flying like wings behind me, and my brown hair going up in tangles with the little wind that had picked up through the hollow building, my mind began to race with the stream. I looked next to me in the empty space as I imagined creatures of every color and size racing along with me. Scales, tentacles, fur, all running and flying along with me to who-know-where the Force was guiding me today.

“Kar-ab!” I shouted in joy as I tumbled forward doing a somersault across the floor before springing to my feet pretending to extend my hand and send an enemy flying with the help of my guide.

My feet and hands began to imitate the motions of the Jedi I had watched on in the holograms.

Duck! Tumble! Punch! Jab!

“Force jump!” I yelled in excitement as I lept into the air.

Of course, I felt the Force surrounding me, but I didn’t jump any higher than usual. That had never worked before, but everyday was worth a shot! Every moment here was worth a shot.

My feet slowed to a jog.

I became aware of the trinkets lying heavy in my pocket. All six.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

When I opened them, there they were.

“Hey guys! How are you?” I spoke to my family.

“We’re fine as always Vis, where are you off to today?” Gu-el, a Twi’lek and the co-pilot/my honorary brother asked with a smile.

“Oh I’m not sure yet! I think my guide wants me to go reset one of my traps which might mean someone’s breaking in today but I’m still not sure.” I said with a smile.

“Well your instincts have never been wrong before so be sure of yourself!” Abedmalech, our captain spoke firmly.

“Ok, I will!”

I watched my mother step forward.

Her human face standing out among the rest of my family.

“How are you doing my dear?” She asked coming up and placing her hand on my almost human face.

I closed my eyes at her touch and smiled.

“I’m doing fine. I love it here, even though I don’t know where here is. But my guide loves it, so I love it!” I smiled up at her hanging my hand on her arm.

“Don’t you ever get lonely here all by yourself?” she asked with worry in her eyes.

“Oh course not! I have my guide, and the birds, and whatever I imagine to talk to! And you guys of course!”

“Oh my darling…” she bit her lip, “We love you so much.”

“I love you guys too.”

“Well we’re holding you up so we’ll let you be on your way then!” My mom said with a smile as she began backing up to the rest of the group.

“What are you talking about!? I ALWAYS have time for you guys! You don’t have to go yet!” I smile desperately as I began to walk towards them my hand out stretched.

But they were gone.

I lowered my hand and looked around the ruins of the temple.

I laughed a little under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut.

My imagination is always an amazing thing to keep around.

And as always, the Force pulled at me to keep going forward. I sighed and wiped my nose on my sleeve.

“Don’t worry guys… I’ll protect this place no matter what! I have a job to do!” I nearly screamed as I pulled myself out of it.

Lying around feeling sad never got me anywhere with my day and that always made my guide sad too. Jogging down the hallway, I made it to the end and turned to the sheer drop leading down to the ground floor. The old ladder that might’ve been apart of a service tunnel still clung to the wall. Reaching for it, my fingers clung to the rails as I made my way down step by step.

I had made it a game quite a while ago to move one level up once a month and make it an effort to sleep in every room in the temple. I mean, why not? Plus, I’ve made so many bunk beds at this point I don't feel even the slightest bit deprived.

I reached the bottom rungs as I felt a draft of cool forest air flowing in from outside. I let go of the rung and let myself fall the remaining inches down. For the moment I was airborne, I let my sense flare out as I sensed the stones and pebbles below. Maneuvering my legs I tried to land where the stones were not. My boot hit the floor and went sliding out from under me causing me to land on my butt. I looked across the cracked beige stone that made up the debilitated floor and saw the patch of moss my foot had slid on, completely smushed.

“Come on Vis, moss is alive that should’ve been easy.” I mumbled to myself as I wiggled up off the floor.

I looked across the lower level floor that seemed to stretch on endlessly, then to the gaping opening I assumed had once been a “grand entrance” of some kind, now vines had overtaken the opening and the sunlight streaming through was the temple’s only guests.

I closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath.

I raised my hand in front of me.

The force flowing through me began to wrap itself through my veins, flowing into my wrists, then my hand, and connected with the energy outside myself.

It jolted through my body.

The vibrating life moving through everyone, everything. The stones, the vines, the sunlight, the birds, their movement moved the air. Expending energy and gaining energy all at once. Nothing ever dying, just moving.

My breath was heavy as I stretched myself thin through the paths. The movements and possible outcomes of futures waiting for me to create. Things the Force wanted me to find or do that would benefit myself and its cause.

This was my purpose.

This was my strength.

I am a servant of the Force, the one protecting this temple and its knowledge, the one being protected by its master.

My eyes opened.

“Reset my traps then go to the library. Got it!”

I sprinted towards the right hand side of the temple to a small opening in the ground and jumped through to the dark passages below.

I laid my hand along the mossy wall and the veins of the temple began to glow. I ran along with them, as they vibrated and flowed with the blue light of a content and calm spirit.

Regarding my path for the day, I knew nothing was happening yet, but that didn't mean it wouldn’t. I was guessing more bandits were to be the culprit. Different groups had come snooping around in the past, what they were looking for I didn’t know, but I also didn’t care. This temple was for me and my guide.

I came to the crossroads of the passageways, without hesitation I went to the left, my legs telling me where to go. I saw up ahead one of the openings to the sky letting sunlight pour in. My guide pushing me forward I came to the opening and jumped to grab onto the edges of the dirt and grass making up the surface above. Wiggling my way out of the ground like a locust, I looked around for my boobie traps.

“Heh, boobie trap.” I laughed to myself as I walk carefully towards the net in the grass. It had been sprung, but no person was inside. “I wonder what walked across this thing…”

Shrugging, because I only had the nagging sense this was important but the feeling wasn’t screaming in my face, so I went about just trying to reset it without the sleeping darts nicking me in the process.

I went and climbed the tree I had attached it to. Every heart shaped leaf was tipped with the fainted purple and smelled like a million bottles of perfume. My nose always burned at the scent of them, so I can’t even imagine having allergies. Luckily for me the strong smell hid the equally powerful smell of the sleep poison loaded in the dart sticks glued to the trees to pierce the ones that got trapped in the net.

Shimmying along the huge branch, I go to the ropes wound up in the spring loaded gears and grabbed on. I slid off and the net came down with me, lowering me to the floor until I heard a satisfying click when the ropes were relocked into place. I looked up at the dart sticks hidden in the branches.

“Note to self: review hologram box on blow darts, those would be way better if you can figure them out.” With that I felt my path here clear, my mission was completed. Time for breakfast!

I skipped over to the opening in the grass and jumped through, back into the passage.

Walking this time, my eyes followed the beautiful blue veins that flowed through the entire temple from head to toe whenever I reached out with the Force to touch the inside of the walls, or laid my hand to the cracking stones like an old friend. I think the temple appreciated my friendly touch.

For the longest time I wondered where the veins came from and how they worked. And as always, my guide would take me by my hand and we would go explore the library for answers. Besides setting up traps and defending the temple from future intruders and practicing my connections, I read about everything there is to read about.

Holocrons, which I call hologram boxes or (hologram triangles if they were the angry ones), they held most of my answers but they didn’t have the same feel to them as scrolls. The scrolls were as old as dirt with more questions about the Force than answers, they almost fall apart in my hands, but they’re so beautiful. They don’t just give me answers, the give me questions to drift about in, and history in which to reenact and finish. They leave me with something to question and I think that’s way more important. If we didn’t question anything, then how would new information ever be made? How would new information ever be discovered if someone wasn’t brave enough to question the right things. They may sound stupid, maybe they sound crazy, but it might make someone think in a good way about the universe, then a story can begin and they can be guided too. If I can do that someday, just speak the truth and inspire someone to think, I think I might complete some kind of other purpose the Force wants for me, though who can tell really? We are all connected to so many threads.

I found myself having wandered to the passage hole beneath the library. I smiled and ran to the stairs this passage hole still clung onto. Emerging into the light, I spun about in place as I watched the transparent energy in between the air swirling about about before my eyes and clustered about the cases of holoboxes and holotriangles and scrolls.

“Show me the way.” I laughed to my guide and I quickly bent down to touched the floor with as much flare as possible.

The veins light up below my touch run along the floor moving up the the cases. The contents bursting to life with their own respective lighting and shifting colors.

I looked around as I dusted my hands off.

From what I learned about the veins from the corrupted holofiles I got my hands on and what I half theorized was that, they were built to respond to the touch of a force wielder. From what I could tell, they were made from the same sort of crystal material as the holocrons. When I had first gotten here, nothing glowed like this. I hadn’t really noticed with all the fear and anger churning me up, but things did glow, but in a different light. Mostly red, sometimes purple, sometimes yellow. It was like I was fueling the temple with one emotion and it was depicting every hue that I felt. It reminded me of the freckles on my face actually.

My mainly human appearance blocked up with the spinal ridges along my nose and forehead, and the color shifting freckles on my face.

The temple seemed to have the same blood running through its veins, but the veins, of course, only pump when they have a heart to fuel it.

I grabbed a hologram box and threw it to the Force.

My guide caught it and opened the box for me. As it opened, I walked along one of the veins and the box followed the path over to my table and chair. Hovering over the large metal table with its own glass center; it connected to the temple systems and showed me the individual files within the holocron. A Vahla woman appear from the box, she wore a simple smile on her face and her robe and garments underneath followed a similar pattern.

“Hello, I am Master Ghare and welcome to my lesson for alternatives to fighting and violence.”

The holocron woman continued on in the background with something about importance of composer and peace and all that good stuff while my eyes danced about busily through the uncorrupted files for anything on blow darts and non lethal poisons.

In the back on my mind, I heard the stone walls groan ever so slightly.

Without warning I felt power go out of me and run through one of the veins.

I gasped a little and turned around as the Force began to whisper to me.

The walls groaned and cracked as they split apart and opened up.

I felt my heart racing as I stared at the new opening in the library walls leading down to where it seemed even the veins couldn’t light up.

I felt fear claw at my spirit as the holocron fell silent.

The Force pushed me forward and for the first time in a long time, I refused to move.

“I think I might miss breakfast today.”

#Free Reign: A Star Wars Story #Vis Interlude #zazabelle #star wars fanfiction #Vis #New Heart

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Its 1:56 am cold/dark/leftovers

Welcome to “8 Questions with…….”

Yeooooow has my November lethargy been a wicked pisser this year. I am so far behind on everything but I’m going to catch up,I promise!!

I met our next guest,the fantastic Wyatt Terwilliger in a rather different manner. He and I met on Facebook in a horror movie group. As many of you know,while I am a huge horror fan,I’m not a torture porn fan and that topic came up in the group. Many “fans” love it is what I discovered in this group and when I politely pointed out that I didn’t,well,many were butt hurt and then I was out of that group….but I wasn’t alone in my stance as Wyatt joined in on my side before I left and after I was “kicked out”,I got a friend request and I accepted Wyatt’s invite. Since then I discovered that Wyatt is an extremely talented photographer and his pictures and composition is among the best I’ve ever seen. What really caught my attention was despite many of his photos featured beautiful models,they were almost an distraction because of the locations he uses for his shoots and the colors in his backgrounds. Just breathtaking and beautiful. The more I saw the stronger the urge was to ask my friend Wyatt if he wouldn’t mind doing this interview and and am quite stoked he said “Yes”. I do owe Wyatt an apology for this being posted so late and for being so patient. I really hope you really enjoy meeting Wyatt as he answers his 8 Questions…..

Please introduce yourself and tell us a little bit about yourself.

I’m Wyatt! I’m a Long Island NY photographer interested in creating images that are a little off center of the usual.

How old were you when you discovered photography? What was the first camera you ever owned?

If we’re talking the FIRST first time I discovered photography; I was 9 or 10, I discovered black and white film existed and became obsessed with shooting black and white and coloring parts in with photo markers.I didn’t really start doing the photo thing legitimately until about 4 years ago. I had kind of tired of all other creative outlets and had enough creative friends who had modeled in the past, that it made sense to collaborate.

How did you work to improve your technique? Do you perfer shooting with film or digital more and why?

I’m always trying to push beyond what I’ve done and try things I haven’t yet. I try not to let myself get comfortable, which I think forces me to get better. I study my own stuff a lot and find what I’ve done that I like, and try to fine tune those things. I would LOVE to shoot film but I’m living the starving artist life in a big way. Film is expensive! I shoot digital out of necessity. Maybe that’ll change in the future.

What kind of gear do you currently use? How do you get beautifully colored backgrounds?

I shoot on a Nikon D3200, it’s not a terribly fancy or advanced camera, but it’s getting the job done so far! I have a basic ring light I got off eBay that I use for indoor setups when possible. The color is all done in editing. I use photoshop and play with color, I find color to be infinitely fascinating. It brings so much to the photos. Enhances mood and feel, it changes so much about every image, I’m glad to see that people respond to it.

Which do you perfer shooting- indoor shots or outdoors? What are some of the pros and cons of each setting?

That’s tough. I love both for different reasons but I do really love being outside and exploring new places, there’s not a TON of variation in scenery on Long Island (where I shoot) but this has helped me find a lot of cool new spots I never would have discovered otherwise! Shooting outside is great because I also love to use natural light. Although I also like manipulating light with indoor shoots. I don’t know that I really enjoy one over the other!

Which is your favorite lense and why?

Currently I’m in love with the Sigma 50mm I’ve been using. It’s responsible for a lot of my best work.

You often will use nude models for your shoots. What do you do or say to your models to ensure a safe and comfortable session? Is there anything a model can do to protect herself from a scammer?

Everything is discussed beforehand. We discuss the shoot in as much detail as possible before getting on set, most importantly comfort levels and boundaries. This way I know where the model is at and what the shoot is going to entail. Comfort, trust and respect are absolutely key. A model should know what a shoot is going to involve long before she steps in front of the camera, and a photographer should know and respect their boundaries. As far as avoiding negative experiences with photographers, always, ALWAYS get references. If you do not know a photographer personally (and sometimes even then) speak to models they have shot with previously, ask about their behavior on and off set. Take a look at their social medias as well, see how they talk about models the shoot with. These can be good indicators.

Among your photos,which three are your favorites and why?

This is so hard to answer!

An image from a shoot I did with Betsy ( @betsoh ), who is a fantastic model, indoor shoot, very simple setup, just her and a bed with a white sheet. There’s an overhead shot, her on her stomach with her back to us. It’s one of my absolute favorites. The way the shadows fell on her, the contrast of her against the color of the sheet. The angle I lucked into. I think it’s got a really cool vibe. I have a shot with Vivian (@vivian_haze95 ) with her draped in a bright red, sheer fabric. She’s tucked into a vibrant green backdrop of flowers and foliage, it’s such a striking image. The bright red against the green, and her body language is so great. I’m really proud of that one. Another I’m really proud of is from a shibari shoot with Niki (@orisha.realness) The shoot itself was one of the best and coolest I’ve gotten to be a part of. There was the model, and the man tying the ropes. I expected to get cool shots of the various ties and knots and harnesses he would be tying, but quickly realized the shoot lied in the process, which was delicate and intricate. It was also a really cool display and exercise in consent. The relationship between the two, while binding and being bound, is all about consent and communication. There is a shot from this shoot, it’s a fairly simple profile portrait, the rigger (person who ties ropes) has his hand on the models chest, there is an orange light that fades into pale blue/grey on the wall behind them, the contrast of their skin tones, Niki also has super cool hair, which adds a little pop of purple to the top left corner of the image. I think it’s a really powerful shot. That might be all time favorite image I’ve ever been a part of creating.

Which photographers have influenced you the most in the way you take your pictures?

Right now my biggest influences are Moss Von Faustenberg, who was the first photographer I saw use color in the way that I’m so in love with (and employ myself). His images are as close to perfect as possible, Every. Single. Time. Harris Nukem is just absurdly talented and can make absolutely anything infinite’s interesting to look at. The way he photographs humans is just brilliant. Christopher McKenney creates images that are simultaneously absolutely gorgeous and haunting all at once. Wildly talented photographer. Film is also a MAJOR influence on me and my art. A few films (and their respective directors and cinematographers) that have had the most influence include

Mandy (2018)

The Strange Color of Your Body’s Tears (2013)

Suspiria (1977)

Enter the Void (2009)

Blade Runner 2049 (2017)

Dredd (2012)

The use of light and color in these films have been highly influential in my photography for sure, and are also pretty great films in general.

What is your greatest motivation in taking your pictures,what do you want to do with your talent?

To create photos that I would like to see in the world. It’s hard to find artists that are exactly in line with what you’d like to see and what your tastes and interests are. So ultimately I’d like to create that art. I’m not quite there yet, but that’s the goal!

What have been the three best horror films you have seen this year?

Oooh, I’m glad you asked!

‘Midsommar’ is right at the top of the list. That movie is WILD man, it’s absolutely stunning to look at, it’s beautiful, severely dark and foreboding, crushingly heavy. It’s such a trip. Ari Aster is one of the most brilliant filmmakers working today.

‘Dry Blood.’ – It’s not from this year but I saw it this year and WOW, what a movie. Easily one of if not the best micro budget indie horror film I’ve ever seen. It’s not without its flaws but it keeps you guessing and trying to figure it out the whole time, and still manages to surprise you in the end…and end which is shocking, heartbreaking, unsettling…it’s great.

And ‘Haunt’ Which just came out. It’s a horror movie drenched in Halloween atmosphere and is just pure fun. I also have a fear of pretty much exactly what the movie is about so it hit nicely. I’m super excited about Doctor Sleep, I’m sure that’ll take a top spot for the year as well!

The new Nitehawk movie theater opened last night December 18, to a large crowd of media and interested parties in Park Slope.

The cheetah and I flying to watch your latest exhibit but we are a day early and you are now our tour guide,what are we doing?

Ah, pressure!

Well I love a short train ride from NYC, which certainly doesn’t need me to do it any favors… But, I’m a food guy, it’s pretty much what I do, and between NYC and Brooklyn, there’s pretty much going to be your new favorite place for any kind of food you can imagine. Right now I’m swooning over Federoffs Roast Pork in Brooklyn. Best sandwiches I’ve ever had, hands down. The NiteHawk theater in Brooklyn is a super cool movie going experience, they show tons of indie films, older films and have lots of cool horror film screenings. The theater also has a full bar, and has full snack bar/food/drink service AT YOUR SEAT. Its pretty much guaranteed to ruin all other movie theaters for you.

Movies and food…those are my areas of expertise!

I like to thank Wyatt for taking the time off his schedule to chat with us. If you’re in Long Island,NY and need some world class photos taken,well…..look no further then Wyatt.

Wyatt has a InstaGram page that showcases his skills which you can find here.

He also has a Facebook page as well in case you don’t use IG.

I like to thank you all for both reading my words but for also supporting the folks I am so fortunate to chat with. You can read my other interviews by going here. Feel free to drop a comment or two…..

8 Questions with……..professional photographer Wyatt Terwilliger Its 1:56 am cold/dark/leftovers Welcome to "8 Questions with......." Yeooooow has my November lethargy been a wicked pisser this year.

#8 Questions With #art #Chris McKenney #Harris Nukem #Life #lifestyle #Long Island #Moss Von Faustenberg #New York City #photography #professional

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If there’s one thing I am in constant need of in my wardrobe, it’s long-sleeved shirts. T-shirts, blouses, sweatshirts, what have you – any category you could describe, I assure you, I don’t have enough of them. Part of this is simply that I don’t go clothes shopping super often anymore (“I could make that!”, blithely forgetting to ask whether I will have time to make that…), but it is also because long sleeves are notoriously difficult for me to find in RTW. As stated at the top of the blog, I’m a tall gal, and at 5’11” my arms are proportional to my body and my shoulders are decently broad. This leads to a loooooot of chilly wrists. And nobody likes chilly wrists!

Okay, my wrists may still be slightly chilly – but it’s an improvement!

So when Seamwork’s November issue dropped, I was very excited. Know what else I am in need of in my wardrobe? Henley tops! I love the interest a placket gives to an otherwise simple t-shirt, and the relaxed fit has always been a favorite of mine – so the Elli Henley was like an answer to a prayer I didn’t know I’d prayed. I used one of my points to snap up the pattern straight away, and then on further perusal of the issue I ran across their tutorial to hack the Elli into a casual knit dress. Ka-ching! Compared to my collection of long-sleeved and winter-appropriate dresses, my collection of long-sleeved shirts seems positively bountiful, so I knew that while I definitely needed to crank out a handful of shirts, I also had to try at least one dress.

Luckily, I’d found the most delicious ponte on one of my periodic dives into Chic Fabric‘s bargain bin – definitely poly, but soft and beefy with a very cool burnout texture that contrasted matte and satiny patches over the fabric’s surface. I’d been seduced by the heft and the large-scale pink floral print, and while I didn’t know what I was going to make with it when I bought it, it immediately flew into my head when I thought of the Elli dress. So far, so good! I printed out the pattern, pieced everything together, then traced off a size 14 and followed the tutorial to lengthen the front and back to midi dress length, adding 1″ of length at the bust so the waist hit me in the right spot (#longtorsoprobs) and 22 1/2″ total to the bottom, also marking for a 14″ slit on each side. I roughly laid things out on my fabric to make sure I would have enough, started cutting, and then – I stopped. The holidays were creeping up, I was supposed to be working on presents, and my selfish sewing got pushed to the side. It wasn’t until after Christmas that I was able to finish cutting out all my pieces and start putting Elli together.

See here: me, when I finally got to return to my personal sewing after the holidays!

Putting together the dress was simple enough – I used my regular machine set to a narrow zig-zag for all the seams, and a straight stitch on a slightly longer stitch length than I would usually use for the placket. My fabric was thicker and slightly less stretchy than what the pattern was designed for, so I had to get a little physical wrestling all the layers of the placket under my presser foot, and the banded neckline could have been maybe half an inch longer to make up for the lack of stretch (there’s a little bit of puckering), but overall things came together quickly and easily. In the course of a single late-night sewing session, I had a dress, and I was quick to slip it over my head and see how it fit.

It was… not great. I didn’t take pictures but trust me when I say I thought I looked like I was wearing a tube sock. The Elli is designed to have none to negative ease in the bust and hips, with slightly more ease through the waist, and is somewhat loose-fitting through the shoulders. Add to this that I have a sway back that I almost never make adjustments for (oops) and my ponte was much more structured than the pattern was drafted for, and you get a mess of pull lines, pooling fabric, and a less-than-flattering dress. I was bummed, and Elli got put in time-out for a little bit while I chewed over what I could do to salvage her. I loved the fabric, and I still wasn’t willing to let go of the dress I had in my head. Days later, I put the dress on again, and found that while I still wasn’t completely happy with the fit, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I remembered, and I jumped back in with some safety pins and a new zeal.

That slit tho!

In the end, I only made a couple adjustments: I straightened out the hip curves to reduce excess fabric, and put two fish-eye darts into the lower back to take in the fabric that was pooling there. I did consider trying to fit the sleeve cap more closely to my shoulder, but in the end decided I wasn’t looking for a bodycon dress that hugged my every curve. The ease of a henley is what I was after, after all! This also let me accept the minimal drag lines and folds around the bust – short of adding even more darts into what was supposed to be an easy knit dress, I would never be able to eliminate them all, so I took them as part of the henley dress package and moved the hell on. About half an hour to hem the side slits, bottom, and sleeves, and I was finished!

I’m thrilled with this dress now. Not even 24 hours on from finishing it, I’ve been wearing it for the majority of the hours I’ve been awake since then, and it’s everything I wanted in a winter dress. Could I have made the sleeves just an inch longer? Sure! Do the ends of the fisheye darts bubble just a little bit on my ass, and not respond to pressing Yeah! Are the sleeves just a hair tighter than is ideal? Maybe! Is the fabric slightly sheer so you get a decent impression of whatever underwear (or fleece tights) I’m wearing underneath? Yup! But it’s warm, it’s comfortable as hell, and I was able to work through my fit issues to end up with an infinitely wearable dress. Plus, it’s covered in enormous flowers! With the sub-zero windchill that has descended upon NYC in the last 48 hours, I am loving how springy this dress makes me feel, while still knowing I’ll be snug and warm inside its long-sleeved embrace. To be sure, I’ll be choosing a much stretchier and/or drapier fabric for the many Elli shirts I plan on making soon, but for my first time making a pattern – and without making a muslin – I’d call this a rousing success.

Bubble butt! And not in the good way… but not too bad!

Is something on my shoe??

That stank face 🙂

Trying for a sexy librarian vibe here I think?

On a different note, part of the reason I know how cozy this dress is, is because I wore it out into the cold last night after finishing it! Friends and I had purchased tickets before temperatures fell for the one-day in-theaters showing of They Shall Not Grow Old, Peter Jackson’s collaboration with the Imperial War Museum in honor of the centenary of the end of WWI. Had the tickets been for any other movie I would have cancelled, but yesterday was literally the only day it was being shown in theaters in NYC, so I gamely bundled up and braved the cold and I am so glad I did! If you have any interest at all in history, or human beings, you should see this movie. Almost the entirety of the film is archival footage from WWI, carefully restored and much of it also colorized, and the audio commentary is entirely taken from BBC audio interviews with veterans recorded in the 60s and 70s. The result is a movie that looks like it could have been shot a decade or so ago, not over 100 years – the quality of the images is obviously nowhere near today’s HD, but the frame rate of the playback has been matched as closely as possible to the frame rate the footage was shot at, over-exposed film or film blackened by age has been digitally enhanced so you can see every detail, and suddenly these men are real people again up onscreen. Coupled with the voices of these same men, decades later, reminiscing about what the war meant for them and how they lived as soldiers, it’s an incredibly powerful experience and one that I’d highly recommend. There are some graphic moments – trench foot and gangrene could have done without the enhancement, in my opinion – but Peter Jackson has stated that his aim was to create a documentary of the war as it was lived by the average British soldier, and I think he did a splendid job. The part that got me the most was probably the long litany of men at the very beginning, telling how young they were when they enlisted and how easy it was to lie about their age – boys of 14 and 15 were told to “go outside and have a birthday and come back” if they came in to enlist and didn’t think to lie about their age first thing. It’s easy to treat history as a far-off, dusty thing, but World War I was something that happened, in real time, to real people, and given that we live in what we know even now will be historic times someday, I think it’s both important and comforting to remember that.

The Elli Henley Dress If there's one thing I am in constant need of in my wardrobe, it's long-sleeved shirts. T-shirts, blouses, sweatshirts, what have you - any category you could describe, I assure you, I don't have enough of them.

#Elli Henley #make nine 2019 #movie review #Seamwork Patterns #They Shall Not Grow Old #winter wardrobe

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The Significance of The Uniform

You know, for someone who is really not "into" fashion, I feel like I've written a fair amount of blogs about clothes.

And here's another one!

The other day, I saw that one of my former employers got brand new rash guards, prompting a series of awesome group shots showing off their shiny new digs. And that got me thinking about the clothes we wear as zookeepers.

This this amazing ensemble, which prompted my grandmother to ask "Who is that man?" when I showed her this photo of me at work

So for most of us, this is really a matter of function. But it starts out as a badge of honor, if you think about it. It is pretty awesome to don your first work shirt with STAFF or TRAINER or GODDESS OF THE UNIVERSE on it. It also immediately identifies you based on the longevity of your tenure at that particular facility. In fact, there are a lot of things our uniforms do (both good and evil) that I think are worth taking a second to address.

1. As mentioned above, uniforms can identify how long you have been at a place

Look at those crisp new digs. I was a baby trainer...maybe a month into the job.

D'uh, some of this is pretty obvious. Let's talk about my first day at Miami Seaquarium. Or Clearwater (as an intern). In both cases, these were my FIRST uniforms. Clearwater was the first place I was ever involved in the marine mammal training community. It had a standard uniform shirt, but everything else was up to me to provide. So I had swishy black wind pants and Tevas. I also had no clue what the general "work attire" vibe was, so I showed up to my internship utterly drowning in make up.

Okay, can we just talk about that for a second? I am still like super embarrassed about this. I'm not saying it is wrong to wear make-up to work if you're a dolphin trainer. Plenty of you guys do it and well, good work.

Just make sure your makeup doesn't run

The thing is, I have NEVER pulled off make-up wearing well, not in any facet of my life. I just look like some kind of B-movie horror film villain and/or a Bratz doll. I also bought the cheapest stuff available, mostly because it took me until I was 30 to realize you can buy good stuff (read: waterproof) from actual cosmetic stores, versus my main source of the stuff *cough Walgreens cough*. Wait, I'm lying. Walgreens was for fancy occasions, such as weddings and/or first dates that went horribly awry. Everyday makeup was purchased at the grocery store.

Anyways, so I totally showed up in my brand new wind pants and a Killer Clowns From Outer Space face to my internship, my enormous quantity of hair draped over my person like a wet towel....let's just say my lack of bleach stains on my clothing were not what tipped people off to my n00bness.

This is a more pleasant image than what I looked like on my first day as an intern

At Miami, I was a little savvier about personal appearance. But I still felt like a new kid in school when I walked around with radioactively white shoes and perfectly ironed khaki shorts.

Am I right or amiright when I say we can all make pretty decent guesses at the length of employment of animal caregivers based on: sun-fadedness, bleach stains, holes, and/or the intangible badassery that surrounds a confident zookeeper like a magical aura?

2. At some point, new uniforms absolutely make your day

Glory days.

I've worked at places that REALLY care about your appearance, and places that really didn't, and places that were somewhere in between. And in all of those cases, there was one thing that made everybody happy:

New work clothes. Especially wetsuits. Oh god.

My brand new wetsuit (right)!! So shiny and new!

When I worked for Marineland when it was privately owned, we had a pretty baller logo and the clothes were cool and functional. We had rash guards, tank tops, normal shirts, wind breakers, wind pants, sweat pants, sweat shirts, swim suits, viser, khaki shorts and pants, and board shorts (THAT WHEN THEY GOT WET THESE HIBISCUS FLOWERS APPEARED OMG OMG IT WAS AMAZING), and the standard issue of full and shorty wetsuits. I LOVED those uniform pieces. The only problem was that the super comfy bathing suits um, became see-through around the butt area.

Yeah. It would start with the butt crack. And then, like some kind of disease, the fabric surrounding your butt crack would grow into a sheer window so that everyone could see what your momma gave you. When waiting for new suits, we would wear bikini bottoms in order to prevent the public from gazing upon our glorious cabooses (I mean, they didn't pay enough for that show). It goes without saying that it was a joyous occasion to get a new bathing suit.

Exactly.

But other things really made a difference. You work outdoors in FL or any other hot climate, you know that sweat stains turn a color currently not understood by science and will not go away no matter what you treat it with, including fire. There is a point at which your old work shirt turns a corner into a category that requires action including but not limited to: dragging it behind a shed and shooting it.

At Gulfarium, we had these rain jackets that basically absorbed water and deposited it efficiently to all points of the human body most prone to immediate heat loss. As such, we decided to pool our money together and use a coworker's absolutely unnatural talent at sniffing out a deal (and her employee discount at Eddie Bauer) to buy some freaking AMAZING foul weather jackets.

Check out that incredible foul weather gear I'm rocking. Also, this was a Peeps eating contest.

Guys, we made an entire evening out of this event. It was an event. We knew that we had to use our money to buy these things, but these things were incredible. We all went shopping for them, and celebrated our purchase by GOING OUT TO DINNER. For months, we talked about how amazing these rain jackets were. Waterproof pockets, waterPROOF material that only soaked through after hours of relentless downpour but dried super fast, a zip-in fleece for those colder days. Ah-mazing.

3. But there is nothing like a broken-in set o' clothes

Look how happy I am in my broken-in wetsuit

Like anything, it is impossible to categorize an experience in absolutes. Yes, new uniforms are great. But before it gets to that health-hazard and/or see-through phase, it has its glory days.

Wetsuits are a fab example of this. New wetsuits are nice when your old one can basically stand on its own (more on this later), but it really does require some serious breaking in. There is nothing like slipping into someone else's wetsuit to realize how differently the human body is shaped, even if you are the same size.

Or, ha, like I did for a while, when I would put on a guy's wetsuit before I got one of my own. I wore it so much that conformed pretty well to my body, except for that enormous, gaping space in the nether regions that made me seriously afraid of encountering the man who used to use that wetsuit. Or rather, made me wonder why anyone would need a space that large to accommodate any body part.

To creators of male wetsuits everywhere

4. Old uniforms can also make your day the Absolute Worst

Tina consoling me that my shirt doesn't perma-smell THAT bad

Okay, wetsuits are perfectly demonstrable evidence to support this contention.

Once the sun has set on your wetsuit's glory days, it enters into an abysmal hell that at the very least, entails other organisms sharing your neoprene. Dry rot was my personal favorite. I have had my fair share of wetsuits where the neoprene had shriveled up and died and was replaced by some kind of mystery material that feels like a combination between a paper bag and the tears of orphaned children.

This usually happened because we didn't take care of our wetsuits "properly", like you would if you were a pro surfer or diver and had access to the right chemicals, the right dry locker environment, and/or didn't wear your wetsuit for 40 hours a week for years at a time.

"Where did I leave my wetsuit yesterday?"

"Don't ever rinse your wetsuit in hot water," they said. "It'll stretch the neoprene cells," they said. Okay butthead, you try following that advice when it's 30 degrees out and you are 6 seconds away from end stage hypothermia. When I needed hot water, it was in times when you know, my hair was literally frozen and I couldn't feel my soul. There was never a time I needed hot water the temperature of lava sprayed all over me when I thought, "BUT THE NEOPRENE".

So yeah, my wetsuits got destroyed over time. Sometimes, they would get holes in the seems (side note: this was a great way to distinguish between uniform wetsuits when our initials faded....like HEY that's mine, it's got the hole in the left armpit).

5. Every place has orphaned uniforms that usually make us a little sad

Most of the people in this photo have long since abandoned their wetsuits and moved on. p.s. Miss you guys

There is that rack of wetsuits, or cabinet of old uniforms. You know it. It's the one you use for food prep. It's the one you have interns or volunteers scavenge from. It's the graveyard of old employees.

Even if I didn't know the people, I always felt a little sad going through the Quitter Closet/Rack and seeing initials of people who had long since come and gone. I wonder too, who wears my old stuff at the places I've been at.

BRING THEM ALL BACK

But all of this just makes me realize how much our uniforms mean to us, not just in the utilitarian sense. They are a historical marker, they are an indicator of seniority in some cases, they conform to you and see you through some of the best and some of the worst times. They are the butt of our jokes (especially if they actually SHOW your butt). And so you know what? They deserve a little recognition. Thanks, work uniforms!

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Bimbo Bailee (Chapter 1, Part 2)

(Part of the Pervert Pentet Series. Content warning: subtext of tragic loss)

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“Hey, 32D! Come over here and make out with me for some pictures!”

The girl glanced down at her chest and then back at Bailee. “Wait, how did you know?”

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“Hello, Bailee. How are you feeling?” he started with this super hot English accent.

#pervertpentet #bimbobailee

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