#nut on my chest chef

[diejager]

what about.. what about.. older!könig milking his younger!bfs cock? and ofc könig doesn’t care how overstimulated the poor thing is, he just wants to tease his boyfriend!!

More Cw: age gap (20s-40s), overstimulation, handjob, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any.

He loved watching those pretty eyes tear up, pupils dilated sp wide that all he could see was the black of it, mind so far gone that you were blind to everything but his hand and mouth, his voice lulling you into a vulnerable state. He kissed your cheek, his scarred and broken skin touching your soft ones, victimising it with his rough and dirty nature. To steal and plunder what was innocent, to turn a beauty into a beast, to make you - a jovial youth, young and bright that still had so much to live up to - into something filthy, begging and dumb.

He shuddered with a groan, the salty taste of your tears and sweat exploding on his tongue like a five star Michelin dish served by the best chefs. You always looked so pretty begging and crying despite you asking him to stop, pretty pearly drops rolling down your cheeks in a gentle glimmer. You were a temptation, an untouched soul to his demonic hands, precious and fragile in his scarred and blood-soaked hands.

You jerked your hips upwards, trying in vain to escape from his hold, his rough hand fisting your slick and oversensitive cock, your skin burning under his hot palm. You let out the prettiest whimpers when his thumb pressed down on your leaky head, drooling water cum, turning translucide from how many times he made you shoot across his abdomen. He lost count after your fifth one, smearing your jizz over his own neglected cock, throbbing and engorged with how long he’d left it standing, untouched and unpleased.

“Pl-please! I can’t-” you whined, a sweet sound slipping from your lips, kiss bitten and swollen as you stared up at your older boyfriend with pleading eyes. You even threw him a little pout, something he couldn’t help but regale at with a cruel smirk. “Sir-”

“One more.”

One more rarely meant one more, it would always last a few longer, it could be five or ten, but when he promised one, it was never truthful, a lie made to appease your oversensitive mind. He swallowed your mewls and pants, teeth dragging down your jaw and collar, and sunk into the meat of your shoulder, adding another redness to your necklace of bites. The harshness of his teeth had you keening, head thrown back as you bucked into his hand, fucking his hand to reach your high.

It hurt. Your cock throbbing in agony and your balls were pulled too tightly. You came dry, nothing but a few, pathetic spurts dripping out of your cock in a loud, pained whine. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t go through a second or third orgasm when you were wrung dry by König’s hands alone. Your limp shaft twitched in his hand, soft and irritated from all the climax he pulled from you. You pushed him away, smaller hands curling over his shoulder and weakly pushed, your strength gone, leaving you sick and fragile, unable to fight or squirm under your lover.

“Please…” Your eyes felt heavy, drooping as tears welled beneath your fluttering lashes, chest heaving with every laboured breath from your sore throat, “König.”

“One more then you can rest, ja?” He continued without waiting for your reply, his hand working you up again without any struggle from you, “Mei braver Bua.” [My good boy.]

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[aphroditesbaby1616]

The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 11

♡ Chapter Inspo: Song Lyrics; State Of Grace - Red(TV) TS "And I never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same"

♡♡》》𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆ℕ𝕃𝕐 𝔽𝕀ℂ! ℕ𝕆 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕊 𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼𝔻《《♡♡

♡ Summary: Carm goes to see Winnie after a long day at work, Winnie discovers that famous chefs like Carmy have fans & she introduces him to the world of fandom. They have a chat about BDSM and possibly exploring it more.

♡ W/C: 8,384

♡ Posted Date: 03/07/2024

♡ A/N: Helloooo all!! FIRST Just so y'all know for the story - Winnie is like 4'11 on a good day, Carmy/JAW is like 5'7/5'8 - so that's why Winnie seems so 'small' , they really have a normal height difference for a couple lol JAW is a short king. Anywho I saw a post abt. how there are actually fanfics for famous chefs and stuff and I looked it up- it is totally true!!! Loves it, So of course it inspired this chapter hehehe I feel like Carm would totally be an old man and not even KNOW what fanfic is but Winnie is a professional fangirl. Also - I am currently watching TS in Singapore & DBATCxBabe?!?!?!? IM SCREAMING!! Dead dead gone!! I predicted thissss heheheheh

♡ Warnings for BTC: Smutsmutsmut, BDSM talk, OH period sex (sowwy ik some people don't like that but u can skip and winniexcarm will be back next week with some fluffy goodness) getting lazy w these warnings but if you've made it this far in the fic nothing will trigger you i've already gotten most the triggering shit outta the way.

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡

𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱. 🍯

When I heard a light knock at my door, I giddily jumped up from my comfy nest in bed I’d created for myself and dashed over, opening the door right away and Carmy dropped his hand away from the peephole, smirking. 

“And what if I was a killer this time, did you even look?” he stepped in the doorway, wrapping his arms around my waist and his hands sliding down to squeeze my bum gently.

I laughed a bit, wrapping my arms around his middle, crossing my fingers, and draping my arms around him lightly. “I guess I was so excited to see you I’d have been dead, kisses now” I puckered my lips up and closed my eyes expectantly. 

“Mmm…I’m expecting my test to be aced next time I come over yeah?” he pecks my lips sweetly and I open my eyes, furrowing my brows a bit before giggling.

“Test” I repeated, “You’re testing me?” I rested my forehead against his, gazing into the blue eyes I’d missed so much even though it’d only been 8 hours since I’d seen him last. 

“Y’can’t open up the door without checkin’, baby. This is a decent area- but Chicago is fuckin’ nuts” he nudged the door closed with his foot and tightened his grip on my waist slightly, the feeling of the calouses over his fingers causing goosebumps to rise over my flesh..

“Fine, but only cause I’m sooo obedient..for you” I pulled him into another kiss, wrapping my fingers in his frizzy curls and humming happily. I ran my tongue over his, enjoying the taste of tobacco and the minty gum he must have gotten rid of just before he got here. I feel his tense muscles relax slightly under my touch as I gently scratched my nails against his scalp. We made out for a few heavenly minutes, our noses bumping sweetly, him running his hands up my waist to my lower back, rubbing soft, soothing strokes back and forth.

He pulled away slightly, causing my eyes to flutter open and find his gaze. “Hm?” I questioned and he smiled a bit.

“I uh- I smell like work, I need to shower, honey” he kissed my forehead tenderly, his lips lingering for a sweet moment. 

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling deep and dramatically, letting out a satisfied hum which made him laugh, his chest shaking with movement.. “Mmmm…you smell soo good I love the way you smell Carmy, a little kitcheny, but still you,” I mumble into his shirt and he rubs up my back, his nails brushing over my ribs..

“You are fuckin’ weird babe,” he said, causing me to giggle and look up at him, resting my chin where it met his sternum and gazing up at him with a cheeky grin.

“Better get used to it, go and shower, pretty-boy- I can give you a massage after and everything if ya want. And I promise I’ll control myself this time” I said, pulling away with a step back. “Maybe” I added and he chuckled, grabbing his backpack from where he dropped it on the floor and heading to the bathroom.

“We both know you have shown little self-control around me while shirtless” he nudged it open, zipping open his backpack and dropping his usual grey sweatpants and boxers on the bathroom counter before tossing the bag on the floor. 

I gasp playfully at his accusation, “I’m Sorry- are you calling me thirsty?” I stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a playful grin.

He hummed and shrugged, turning on the shower and tugging his hoodie off, and undershirt as well. Of course, I watched- what male-attracted person wouldn’t watch him undress if given the chance? 

He brushes his hair back from the ruffling of the fabric, turning to pull the shower curtain open and I got the stellar show of watching his toned muscles flex beneath his skin as he does so. 

He reached down, unbuckling his belt, the metal buckle jingling as he pulled it off with one long tug, an action that had me readjusting my stance in the doorway to ease the now pulsing ache between my thighs. 

He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down casually, and stepped towards the door, breaking my trance. “Mmhm…thirsty” he said softly with a smirk, pecking my lips before shutting the door in my face.I scoffed, blinking a few times in surprise and my cheeks going hot at the very true accusation. 

“Oh wow! Wow! A girl can’t enjoy free eye candy in her own damn house in which she pays the bills!?” I called through the door as I headed to my room with a smile, hearing him chuckle a bit. 

I laid back on my bed, opening my phone and going back to my scrolling on Tik Tok. It was about 10 minutes of senseless scrolling while listening to the water run- before, for some strange reason, I had the urge to click the search button and type in Carmy’s name. 

It felt…a little creepy. But- I pushed the shame off telling myself its normal to want to see someone you’re seeing’s social media, so I decided to feed that little voice in my mind telling me it was a good idea. 

And boy was it a great idea. 

The first 20 or so videos were absolute fan-cams of Carmen from different interviews he’d done for different events, award shows, etc. and the comments were absolutely filthy- and also spoke to my very soul for the way he made me feel..

‘Oh- I KNOW it’s big- FS fs!!’

‘I need him in a way thats concerning to feminism- like..strip my rights away’

‘He seems SO unhinged&crazy abt his craft…I NEED him’

‘Chef- more like DADDY’

‘You KNOW he's ripped, look at the armsss- and the HANDS?! NEED EM AROUND MY MF THROAT!!!’

Each comment i’d read I was giggling more, but then- an even better thought popped into my mind, if theres fancams… There has to be fanfiction.

 I nearly sprained a thumb opening my Tumblr app and typing in his name in the search bar. I giggled maniacally as if I just struck gold about 5 minutes later of digging through reposts of photoshoots he’d done fore magazines that I was amazed he didnt post on his personal instagram- when I struck the first one. 

Little gasps and giggles left my lips as I continued to read through the post. Being honest with myself, I wasn’t giggling at the people posting- I was giggling because I knew Carm doesn’t have a clue about this- and I can not wait to see the look on his face when I tell him about it.

I was so engulfed in the story of some fantasy someone had about Carm roughly fucking them in over the counter in the kitchen, giggling at the idea, that I hadn’t even heard the shower water cut off.

 I wish we could do that in the kitchen after everything was closed - but truth be told, Carmy is way too shy for public stuff, at least right now. But damn- after he leaves me in the mornings? I should be reading up on his tumblr tag for ideas because holy fuck- these bitches are filthy whores in the best way.

The bathroom door clicks open and he flicked off the bathroom light. “What’s all the gigglin’ out here missy?” he asked amusedly, coming over to now his side of the bed. I looked up to see him shirtless, clad in the light grey sweatpants I’d come to love so much that hung low off of his toned hips. 

“Uh-” I said, the meer view of him completely erasing all previous thoughts from my brain. Fuck his curls are so much more pronounced when they’re wet, it drives me nuts. No wonder his chest is so curly…

“TikTok?” he asks when I don’t reply, instead just admiring his frame, kneeling on the mattress and getting in bed next to me and he sees the Tumblr app open with a screen full of text. “Readin’ then, baby?” he asks now, and I realize I still hadn’t said anything, my focus on the little curly patch of hair that adorned the middle of his chest.

“Everyone wants to fuck you” I said the first thing that came to my mind, my eyes flickering to his finally, and he laughed. His head fell back on the headboard, eyes crinkling up in amusement adorably. 

“What?” he asked, poking my side playfully. “Who wants to fuck me? I haven’t gotten any offers as of late other than you, of course” he snorts and pushed his wet curls back off his forehead.

“N-no you’re like…famous, Carm, like- alot of people want to fuck famous chef’s.. I didn’t realize it before but it’s like..a kink? I guess? Like.. how I wanna fuck winged dudes, but some girls ultimate kink is a super sexy, awarded, top of the line chef ” I giggled and his eyebrows raised, a smirk forming on his lips.

“A kink?” he shakes his head amusedly, rolling his eyes lightly. “And who told you this baby. Sadie?” he asked and it was my turn to laugh.

“No! No, It was me, I figured it out… have- have you not looked yourself up on TikTok? People like, they make fancams with the interviews you’ve done at those um- the James Beard award things for the last few years? And the other interviews about how you’ve come up that you did back in New York..they’re like- people want you, Carm, really- like, you have these bitches pussys meowing.” I said with a giggle, smiling wide as a blush crept to his cheeks.

“The fuck is a fancam?” he asks, causing me to giggle.

“You are such an old man sometimes, you know that right?” I pecked his lips and he squeezed my cheeks when I try to pull away, smushing my lips into a dramatic pout.

“I’m only three years older than you, you know that right?” he said and kissed my lips once more before letting me go.

I laugh at his firmness on the matter. “Three years closer to 30, mister 27 and 24, 2 very different check points” I teased and went back to my tik tok likes. His eyebrows raised as he leaned in, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me closer when he saw my last 13 likes in the previews contained his face.

“Should I be scared?” He mumbled into my neck with a soft chuckle, his minty breath hitting my senses.

“Mmm…Knowing you you’re gonna be all flustered, especially by the comments” I said, clicking on the first one. I smiled as I watched, “Look at that sexy little chef” I teased and he pinched my waist playfully as ‘Serpentine’ by The Gorillaz played in the background.

“S’what- people just like, look at me with music? Wait- why-why does it keep cutting to pictures of my hands from that article?” he questions, causing me to laugh and bury my face in the pillow at his pure obliviousness. “Hey! Tell me do I have weird hands?” he asks causing me to giggle harder. 

“Carmen oh my god!” I catch my breath. “You are so oblivious to your hotness, its adorable. No babe, no. Everyone is turned on by your hands, your hands are like…girlporn.” I explained, and his eyebrows raised in confusion, his cheeks bright pink.

“Girlporn.” he repeats, and I nodded enthusiastically with an amused smile.

 “I don’t believe that- I think y’re all makin’ fun of my hands, open the comments” he said and I roll my eyes playfully, obliging and reading some of my favorites out loud.

“Wow- these girls get me, Carm. ‘I know its big’ , ‘I need those hands around my neck-oops.’, ‘do you think he’s as passionate in bed as he is about the kitchen?’ oooo- I wanna reply and say yes to that one” I giggle and he takes my phone from my hand, scrolling. The light on his face accentuated his blush and he bit his lip in concentration as he scrolls.

“Who are all these people” he muttered to himself, causing me to laugh a bit. 

“Your fanclub baby, I told you - people love you, and they love what you do and the passion you have for it” I kiss his shoulder gently. “You haven't even read the fanfiction yet” I giggled into his skin and he looks down at me, offering the phone back quickly. 

“Show” he ordered, and I laughed. “Seriously, honey! Show! I’m frankly a little freaked out.” he said and I took the phone, going back to Tumblr.

“Babe, its nothing to be afraid of, they’re just horny 20-somethings like we are. And you’re like- mega famous? You’re like….Like- the Harry Styles of chefs! Of course like every bitch in culinary school is gonna be after your dick” I said, causing him to laugh.

“Oh my god- you really are something. C’mon, Read to me, about me- er how people think I am?” he chuckled and got comfy in bed, wrapping his arms around my waist and snuggling me into his chest. 

“Mmm so I’m your personal book slash fanfiction reader now?” I said teasingly, resting my head back against his chest and he kissed the top of my head sweetly. 

“Mhmm, and we can stay up as late as we want, I have tomorrow off” he said and I gasped happily, looking up at him with stars of pure joy in my eyes.

“You are?” I squeak with a broad smile and he beamed at my excitement, kissing my lips tenderly and resting his forehead on mine. 

“Mmmhmm, all y’rs t’morrow babygirl, you workin’?” he asked and I withered a bit, realizing I did, in fact, have obligations tomorrow.

“No- well…kinda, I have therapy at 1, and then I have the rest of the day, but my sessions are 3 hours.” I said my eyes fluttering to his lips before meeting his again. 

“Good girl” he said softly before kissing my lips dearly. My tummy flutters, and I feel warmth rush to my core at the name. He doesn’t know how much praise like that does to me. 

I delicately run my fingers through his damp curls, opening my mouth for him and humming in satisfaction at the minty taste that flares across my tongue almost instantly. I looped a curl around my finger absentmindedly, relishing in the taste of him. 

I interlaced our legs together, so every bit of possible flesh was being touched by him, soothingly running my calf along his. He huffs a small laugh into my mouth before pulling away. 

“Are we close enough now baby?” He kissed my jaw gently and nuzzled his face in my neck. I smiled wide, interlocking the fingers of my free hand with his. 

“Nope” I respond jokingly. Abruptly, I was being rolled over on top of him with one swift motion, only needing one of his arms to flip me like a ragdoll. I squeak in surprise, catching myself by straddling his hips with my thighs tightly and wrapping my arms around his middle, my phone lost someplace in the mass disarray of the blankets. 

“There we go angel, can’t be closer.” he said, pleased at his work. He wrapped his arms around my back and tucked his hands under my shirt, rubbing long strokes over my skin. 

“Mmm” I said happily, comfortably tucking my icy hands between his warm muscular back and the mattress “sooo warm” I said, giggling a bit when I sense him shiver slightly at the contact. 

“Jesus babe. Why the fuck are y’r hands so cold” he murmured, gently grazing my back with his short nails causing my eyes to flutter shut in ecstasy

I sighed softly in appreciation “keep doin’ that bear, it feels really good” I expressed, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck comfortably. 

“Course babygirl” he said tranquily, causing a small smile to form on my lips. 

“I love it when you call me names…” I said calmly into his skin, gently kissing his neck. 

“I love it when you call me Bear” he replied lightly, squeezing my hip with the free hand that wasn’t doing the scratching. 

 “Good cause I love calling you Bear, it fits you, baby.” I kissed his jaw adoringly before sitting up slightly, resting my hands on his chest for support. 

“Alexa, lights out bitch.” I said loud enough for the speaker to pick up, before laying back down. 

“Okay, lights out, bitch.” The speaker replied before my tv shut off, as well as my lamps, the only glow in the room being my soft fairy lights. I feel Carms chuckle beneath me and I look down at him. 

“I can’t with you..Y’re not gettin’ out of reading that to me, y’know. I wanna know what people think I’m like” he said and I roll my eyes with a smile. 

“Fine- but I was only sparing you, a lot of the stuff they wrote is really filthy and I know you’re kinda shy” I settle back on his chest, holding my phone to the right of his shoulder where I could see. 

“Now I’m really interested” he snorts and I roll my eyes. 

“This one, is called Yes, Chef” I whispered the title in his ear seductively and nibbled at his earlobe, giggling when I felt his palm come down on my ass in a gentle spank. 

“Cut it with the theatrics and read, honey” he said with a smile 

“Okay! Ok fine. Here’s the summary; ‘Valerie is a 20 year old college student, who got a summer job as a food runner at Chicagos finest restaurant- The Bear, with world famous chef prodigy Carmen Berzatto, things got hot and heavy on her first day in the kitchen.’ ”

I read and he snorts a laugh. “Wow ok so firstly- she can’t even drink, way too young for me, and second- her first day?! Jesus people must think I’m a fuckin’ douchebag. The prodigy thing was a nice touch though.” he said simply and I giggled. 

“Just wait. It’s not supposed to be like…realistic. It’s only a fantasy.” I explained and started reading. A few paragraphs in when it started to hit the plot point, he interrupts. 

“Okay- what?” He laughs and I look up at him, an amused smile on his lips.

“Have you ever seen me wear rings in the kitchen? Ever?” He questions, raising his eyebrows. 

“Oh my godddd” I groaned dramatically, giggling into his chest. “Carmy! Fantasy. The rings have purpose, just wait.” I said and he rolled his eyes, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. 

“Fine. Continue, but this isn’t realistic. Rings are so unsanitary baby I’d never wear them in the kitchen” he rubs over my back gently. 

I continued on getting through a few more paragraphs before my sneaky eyes betrayed me, reading slightly ahead “ooo this is where it gets really good babe. ‘I could barely reply, and he must’ve known that because he lets out an almost mocking laugh, and growls in my ear “like that mm? Little slut loves getting filled out by her boss on her first day?” he spanks me so hard the sound bounces off the walls, and I’m sure there will be a bruise-“ 

“Okay woah- I’d never hit you that hard what the fuck” he said, a bit shocked causing me to giggle. 

“Why not?” I look up at him and his eyebrows furrow in concern. 

“You want me to hit you during sex?” He questioned, his hands going still on my back. I shrug a bit, thinking it over. 

“I’m more of a praise person, but if degradation like that gets you off- I think it’s hot. But…scenes like that where it’s all rough- it’s pretty emotionally draining. I’d just need more aftercare.” I said softly, gently tracing over the triangle on his chest with my forefinger absentmindedly as I spoke. 

“Like…BDSM? You’re into that?” He asked and I put my phone down, nodding a bit. 

“Yeah..I mean- yeah. You aren’t?” I asked, slightly anxious for the answer. 

It didn’t bother me if Carm only wanted to have the same vanilla-esc sex we’d been having, but I would be much more fulfilled sexually if he would try more daring things out with me. 

“I-I’ve never um…done it. Like- not…not anything real like- spanking, sure- but I’ve heard it’s like a whole…culture of stuff, and I don’t- I don’t really understand it.” He said quietly, his cheeks going pink. 

I smiled a bit, leaning in and kissing his lips tenderly, gently cupping his cheeks and rubbing my thumbs along his stubble. Had he even went home, or did he come straight back here? My heart fluttered at the idea of him being so excited to get back to me, he didn’t even bother stopping at home.

“We can learn what you like, together baby.” I said softly when I pulled away, gently stroking his cheekbone with my thumb. 

“What do you like?” He asked, equally as quiet as he gazed into my eyes. I could see all the curiosity behind his icy blues, and it almost made me giddy that I was the one who got to properly introduce him to this world. 

“The part of BDSM I like, is more psychological control than physical. I do like bondage, I love breath play, impact play is a maybe. I like being spanked, I’ve thought about belt play for sure - but I do not want you to slap me across the face or shove me around in like… a mean way. But what really turns me on is the dom-sub dynamic outside the bedroom. I’ve never had like- a real dom but I’ve wanted one. A soft dom... But I don’t do like…hookups, or friends with benefits. I want it intertwined in to my actual romantic life..which can be kinda hard to find. But…I could see you being really good at the soft dom thing.” I expressed, playing with his curls gently as I talked with my cheek flush to his chest. 

“I know what Dom and sub is..but what’s soft Dom? Like- a Dom that isn’t good enough er- like.. Strong enough to be a full dominant?” He questions and I sit up from his chest, my gaze meeting his one more quickly. 

“Baby, no…no. Absolutely not. You are fucking amazing. A soft dom is a preference. Just like I said how I love praises, soft doms use rewards more then punishments. Instead of demanding something out of a sub, like- forcing it out of them, they’ll give an order a precise order, and patiently wait for their submissive to follow it, and then they reward their sub, instead of punishing because they were made to wait or something... That’s an attitude I think you’d take on really effortlessly, just cause of your job and the tolerance it requires” I explained and he nodded a bit, his hands once more continuing to rub soothing strokes along my skin. 

“So…you like being told what to do, but in a nice way?” He questioned, and I nodded with a smile. 

“Exactly. And I love praises when I’m doing something you like. Soft dom’s aren’t about humiliation or degradation, which I don’t think you are. Just from what we’ve done…but- do you like degrading?” I asked and he bit his lip for a moment as he thought. 

“No…no- I dunno…I don’t wanna hurt your feelings baby, isn’t the point of sex to feel good?” He questioned and I gently stroke his cheek, my heart turning to goop at his honesty in the question. 

“Mmhmm, some people feel good when they’re being mean like that though. It’s all consensual, I think if I was into that it would be because I want to take back control, y’know? In a way, being slapped around as a woman- I guess in a situation that you’re controlling it can help us feel…safer?” I shrug a bit “but you aren’t a sadist Carm, we don’t have to do that.” I rest my cheek back on his chest, continuing to rub my fingers over the little curly patch of hair in the middle of his pecs. 

“Well t’me it would just feel…wrong? Like..to call you a slut or something.” I giggled a bit, resting my chin on his chest again to look at him. 

“You can do it in a nice way y’know? I’m talking about like- for instance ‘all you’re good for is being a slut’ I don’t like that. But if you were like ‘That’s it my good little slut you’re doing such a great job for me’ I’d probably love it. Because to me it’s like- If I’m your slut, if I belong to you.. it’s different than being just a slut- I guess I probably have a bit of an ownership kink.” I giggled and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. 

“Where’d you learn how to talk like that Jesus” he muttered, his hands sliding down and squeezing my ass firmly. “I…” he trails off for a moment. 

“What baby? Tell me” I said encouragingly.

“I think..” he clears his throat. “I think I like praise too?” He said his cheeks going flaming red at the admission. “I-is that normal f’r guys t’like that?” He asked quietly, clearly anxious that he’d possibly said something wrong. 

“Yes, yes baby, thank you for telling me, what kind of praise do you like?” I asked, gently tracing the veins along his neck with a feather-light touch. 

He swallows thickly, goosebumps covering his skin. “Um..I- I dunno…but it- I-I guess the idea sounds nice? C-can you give me some examples..maybe?” He asked nervously, his thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh of my bum that he was still holding on to firmly. 

“Mm..well it’s not so much of an example as it is a real thought I just haven’t said out loud.. when we were in the shower and you were all bossy telling me to bend over, that was so fucking hot. I think about it all the time when I’m getting off, it always gets me there.” I smirk, gently playing with his chain between my fingers, tugging lightly. 

His pupils dilated, drinking in my words and I could see that he was contemplating something behind his gaze. “So…you like it when I give you orders like that? Like..Bossin’ you around? I honestly felt kinda bad after” he said softly and I nodded. 

“I love it. Also when you praised me for how well I take your huge cock, that was so good baby.” I kiss his neck, gently nipping the sweet spot below his pulse point and he groans softly, his grip on my ass tightening. 

“Fine… Then get on your back.” He said lowly, his voice husky with lust. Without a second thought, I plop on my back, spreading my legs to make space for him. 

“As you wish.” I said with a satisfied smile and he straddled me, his weight pushing me into the bed and he held himself up by his muscular arms on either side of me, caging me in. His chain dangled in front of my face teasingly, and I took it between my teeth. 

“Fuck you look so hot like that baby” he said softly, causing my proud smile to grow. 

I dropped it from my teeth “I want you to own me Carmy” I said softly, my hands trailing up his muscled chest. 

“Ye’ baby? You wanna be mine?” He kissed my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My eyes fluttered shut, my stomach full of a swarm of butterflies, and my core on fire. I gasp in pleasure as he nips the spot on my neck that drives me wild, my chest arching up and becoming flush with his. 

Suddenly, I’m reminded of my current situation. 

“Wait” I said softly and he immediately stopped, pulling away and sitting up slightly. 

“Did I do something?” He asked nervously, carefully pulling down my shirt that had been pushed up in the heat of the moment. 

“No…it’s…” I blushed, covering my face in embarrassment. “It’s my fault- We can’t t’night I’m sorry,” I said shame lacing my voice. I feel his hand around my wrist, gently tugging. 

“Honey, look at me- what’s wrong?” He pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it gently. 

“I’m- I’m on my period and…I don’t wanna disgust you so- so no.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest, staring at the ceiling more annoyed with myself than anything. 

“If it’s a me thing baby- I don’t care. I’ll wear a condom if you want, we can put down a towel. I’m definitely not afraid of a little blood.” He said sweetly, gently resting his hands on my hips and squeezing affirmingly. 

I felt a hard lump in my throat, and tears began pooling at the back of my eyes as my lip begins to quiver. He noticed and his lips curled into a small frown “we- we don’t have to angel, I’m just telling you that I don’t care if you’re bleeding- It’s- it’s fine, princess, we can just cuddle” he said gently and I nodded. 

“I know-“ I whisper, the tears making their way to my lash line and threatening to spill over. 

“Then why’re you cryin’, pretty girl?” He gently swipes his thumb under my eye, collecting the tears that had gathered. 

“Cause” I sniffled. “Cause you’re perfect Carmen.” I cup his cheeks and pull him into a deep kiss, my eyes squeezing shut and more tears falling down my cheeks.

He pulled away gently “don’t cry Angel, please don’t cry” he whispers, brushing away my residual tears and kissing my damp cheeks before resting his forehead on mine. “Do you want to? I want to, baby. But what I want more is what you want.” He whispered, looking in to my eyes honestly. 

I smiled a bit, nodding slightly against him. “Yes” I whisper. “But I just feel…all mushy now- and…I don’t wanna fuck” I said and I saw the disappointment behind his eyes, but of course he didn’t let it show otherwise. 

“I want you to make love to me.” I whispered, kissing his jaw tenderly in a line up to his lips. He smiled softly against my lips, humming softly. 

“Anything you want, princess.” He said softly before kissing my forehead tenderly. 

I smile warmly, my hands trailing up his sides, “let me go get a towel..” I said softly, and he shifted onto his side of the bed, sitting up against the headboard. I sit up and looked at him before getting up, grabbing his hand and squeezing gently. 

“Promise if you get grossed out- we’ll stop? A-and…and that you won’t see me differently.” I said meekly, in frantic need of reassurance. 

“I told you, honey, you could never gross me out, and being intimate while you’re on your cycle won’t change my feelings for you. I love being close to you, nothing could change that” he conveyed sincerely, before bringing my fingers to his lips and kissing gently. 

I nod, “ok,” I said quietly. I got up and padded off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I used the restroom quickly and prepared myself by wiping down with some baby wipes, even though I’d just showered a few hours prior (you could never be too careful) - and washed my hands before grabbing an old towel from the bathroom closet. I took a deep breath to settle my nerves before opening up the door again. 

“I just- don’t um…finger me. You can touch me but- no- no fingers..please” I said shyly and sat on the bed, plopping the folded towel on the edge. 

“You got it, honey, thanks f’r tellin’ me- now c’mere” he patted his lap gently. I shuffle over on my knees, straddling him and sitting on his thighs gently. 

“Can we…can we turn off the lights?” I ask softly and he nodded. 

“Whatever will make you most comfortable baby, I’m fine with whatever you want.” He kissed my jaw sweetly. 

I leaned down and kissed his neck gently, leaving soft, lingering kisses down and around his throat, trailing down, grazing my teeth along his skin as I did so and kissing his collarbones gently. “You have such a nice chest Carmy” I said softly, kissing the base of his throat sweetly. 

“I could say the same thing about you, can I take this off honey?” He tugged the hem of my shirt gently, and in response I sit up and lifted my arms. He slips the fabric off, throwing it somewhere on the floor and sat back, eyes racking over my frame causing my cheeks to heat. 

“So fuckin’ perfect.” He mutters, his large hands cupping my breasts and thumbs rubbing over my nipples causing them to perk up almost immediately. 

“Do you like my piercings?” I asked softly, one of my hands coming up and cupping his gently. He looked at me as if he was shocked I'd even ask the question. 

“Babe- y’re so fuckin’ hot. You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen. I’m obsessed with these” he squeezes them together for emphasis, causing me to giggle and I felt all of my tension and insecurity melt away. 

“Yeah? What do you like about ‘em?” I asked with a smirk, amused at his boyish affinity for breasts, running my hand down his forearm and squeezing gently. 

“Fuck yes. So many things. I love how they’re the perfect handful for me, like they fit fuckin’ perfect in my hands honey. And they’re so soft, and so perky, and fuckin’ bouncy- c’mere I need ‘em” he pulls me to him, kissing over my flesh with hot, wet smooches before taking one of my nipples in his mouth and suckling gently, his tongue playing with my jewelry causing me to moan out loudly in pleasure. 

I’d never been ravished this time of the month before- and to be quite honest, it was slightly overwhelming just how sensitive I was. 

I gasped slightly at the feeling of his teeth gazing at the sensitive bud, my chest arching into him and pathetic whimpers falling from my lips. “Carmy - fuck I love your mouth s’much” I grind my hips into his, feeling his length already rock hard beneath me. He moaned slightly into my skin, the vibrations against my nipple sending a crashing wave of pleasure to my core that caused my hips to buck into his and my hand to fall flat to his chest to try and ground myself, his thumping heart resting beneath my palm. 

“Fuck - take these off” I said, tugging at his sweatpants. “I- I don’t wanna ruin them with a stain they’re my favorites” I breathe out, pulling at the waistband more. He chuckles into my skin, pulling away from my nipple with a pop and gazing up at me with dark, lust filled eyes, the blue almost completely swallowed by the black saucers of his pupils. 

“How do you want me angel?” He asked, resting his chin on my breast and not breaking my gaze. His lips were puffy and swollen from the assault on my nipple, glistening with saliva. 

“I-“ I felt my cheeks heat, my stomach flipping with anxiety at the realization of the intimacy I really wanted. I swallowed thickly before continuing. “I- I want you to be on top of me…like…like earlier? When you were pressing me into the bed it…it made me feel safe” I brushed a hand through his curls. 

A small blush heated his cheeks and he smiled a bit. “Yeah princess? Ok..I liked that too. I wanna see y’re pretty face” he said softly, brushing my fringe away from where it had hidden my eyes slightly. 

I kissed his lips tenderly before grabbing the towel, laying it down on my side and smoothing it out. I realized, without the glow of the moonlight pouring in that was cut off by the curtains, it was pitch black on my half of the bed. “Can you- um…open the shade a little?” I ask him when he got up to slip his sweatpants off. 

“Course baby, no one can see us right?” He joked, going over and pulling open the curtain and soft moonlight flooded the whole room, just enough. 

“I think it’s dark enough in here for no one to get a free show” I giggled, laying back and making sure my hips were fully on the towel so I wouldn’t stain my silk sheets. I sat up a bit, pushing my hair behind me so I or he wouldn’t pull it by accident before settling back down, spreading my legs once more for him. 

He stood at the end of the bed, like me, in nothing but his underwear. His large hands curled over his hips as he admired my frame. I blushed, suddenly feeling as naked as I was, and I resisted the urge to cover up my breasts with my hands. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Winnie” he said softly, kneeling on the bed and coming up to me, wrapping my thighs around his middle and kissing up from my navel to my neck in long, open mouth kisses, marking me with his saliva. The chill of the air conditioning after each kiss eventually brought on a small shiver that turned into raised goosebumps. 

 “You make me feel so beautiful” I said softly, my eyes fluttering shut and head falling back to the pillow in bliss as he ravished me with adoring kisses over every inch of bare skin. 

“Mm well that’s because you are, you’re the most captivating girl I’ve ever seen” he whispered in my ear gently, his voice laced with a certainty that he believed what he was telling me. 

I swallowed thickly, my breath hitching when he bites down on my neck gently, sucking on the sensitive skin. “I want to be yours Carm. Only yours- please” I breathe out, my arms curling around his back and fingers drawing little patterns over his muscles lightly. He bit down on my skin harder, sucking roughly. 

There will surely be a bruise. 

I moaned softly, one of my hands trailing up to wrap in his soft curls and play with them between my fingers. “Yeah?” He mumbled into my skin, peppering kisses down my jaw “Y’want me to own you, baby? Mmm? Y’want everyone to know that you belong t’me?” He asked gently in my ear, his hot breath and husky voice laced with desire hurling waves of warmth to my core. 

“Please-please own me Carmy. Make love to me” I begged quietly, my voice trembling with want and anticipation. He rested his forehead on mine, nuzzling the tip of his nose against mine sweetly. 

“You’re the only person I’d ever want to make love to, honey” he whispered into my lips before kissing me hungrily. I moan at his words, opening my mouth for him and dragging my tongue across his, needing more of him.

 I lifted my hips when I feel hip pat my bum, and he pulls my panties down to my knees, breaking our kiss to trail kisses up my leg before he drapes it over his side to peel off the barely-there fabric, flinging it to the floor before wrapping my leg securely back around his waist. 

“I need you” I voiced softly, my fingers trailing down his chest to his snail trail, delicately hooking my fingers in his waistband and pulling him free. His length eagerly pops out and slaps against his stomach, making me smile proudly.

 “Do you need me?” I ask quietly, wrapping my fist around his length and stroking him gently, giving him the firm tug he loved. 

He groans, his head falling back slightly and eyes fluttering shut as I run my thumb over his slit, spreading the precum all over his rosy head. “Fuck baby- so bad. I miss your pussy so fuckin much” he breathes out, whimpering and grabbing my wrist when I started massaging his tip firmly with my thumb. 

“Ah-ah-mmm-baby” he whines, gripping my wrist tighter “fuuck- shit Y’re gonna make me cum, s-stop- please- I-I still wanna fuck you” he whimpered and I gently lowered my hand, continuing to do slow languid strokes over the bottom half of his length and I see his muscles relax as if I’d just taken him right off the edge. 

“That’s how it feels when you rub my clit- more or less.” I said and he gently pushes me to lay back, causing me to lose my grip on him. 

“I’d say less considering-“ he spread my lips with his ring and forefinger, dragging his middle finger just barely brushing over my clit causing my hips to buck into his palm and a soft moan to escape my lips. “Takes barely anything t’get you worked up baby, you were chokin my cock- not a fair comparison” he teased with a smirk, leaning in and kissing me warmly. 

I cry out in his mouth when he flicks his finger over the extremely sensitive bud, “see baby? Y’re already so worked up… I love those sexy little noises you make” he hums in my ear, rubbing me in achingly slow circles. 

“Oh- fuck yes- yes-yes Carmy just like that” I whine out, tightening my heels in his back to pull myself closer. He adds more pressure and I gasp out, grinding my hips against his hand, so aching for more friction he barely had to move his fingers to get me off at this point. 

“That’s it honey” he leans down, taking my nipple back in his mouth and my core clenches around nothing which he feels beneath his hand causing him to smile lightly, his tongue flicking over the nipple.

I let out a breathy “ahh” at the wave of pleasure that washes over my core at the action.

“Mmm you’re humpin’ my hand like a horny little bunny right now baby, it’s adorable” he mutters into my skin and I smiled lazily, opening my eyes to look at him. 

“Not my fault your hands are better at the job then mine are” I circled my hips, and he took back over, rubbing quicker but lighter circles into my heat that made my stomach tighten and head fall back on the pillow with a breathy “oh”. My breathing quickens, my core tightening, that familiar building beginning to wash over me and my eyes twisting shut, nose scruching in focus. 

“Y’gonna cum f’me, bunny? Mmm? I know that adorable face baby, you close? Y’gonna cum f’me angel?” He cooed teasingly, kissing my collar bones and nipping gently. I whimper at the use of the new name, my eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. 

“Ah! mm-mmhmm” I managed to ramble out, my mind going blank other than the overwhelming tightness in every muscle. 

“Hey, hey, lemme see those pretty eyes, princess” he kisses the corner of my mouth sweetly. “Mm? Please Baby? Can I see those pretty eyes while you cum for me?” my eyes fluttered open and met his, seeing him smiling sweetly. “Oh you are such a mess and we’ve barely started angel, such a good girl- my good girl” he said, and with that- I was thrown over the edge into my orgasm full force. 

My hips bucked up, my clit pulsing, warmth flooding every inch of my body as the pleasure overtook me. “Yesyesyesyes” was all that I could manage to get out of my mouth, my breathing ragged. I pulled him to me, kissing him feverishly, the sound of lips the only audible while I rode out my high.

 “I need you” I mumbled between hot, wet kisses. “I need you inside me,” I said, before kissing him again. 

He adjusted my hips, pulling away briefly and ripping open a condom with his teeth that he blindly grabbed from my nightstand he’d left out for us a while ago, and rolled the latex over his throbbing member. “Ribbed huh?” He raised his eyebrows teasingly and I giggled. 

“More fun f’me- especially with a huge cock like yours” I pull him back to me with my legs and chuckled as he lines himself up, holding himself up with one arm. 

“I’m honestly surprised you can take all of it.” He said, nudging his tip in and I moaned, dropping my head back and eyes fluttering shut.  “Fuck” he grunted, pushing in deeper. “Y’re fuckin tight babe- are you sure y’re ok?” He looks up at me and in response I nod, my jaw dropped wide in pleasure and eyes shut lightly, breathing heavy.

“Fuck- oh my god please- please- more” I begged him, grabbing his hand and interlacing our fingers. He gently kissed my forehead as he pushed himself into me to the point our pelvises were flush and I let out a loud whiny cry at the sudden pressure. 

“Yes fuck- I feel so full-s’good” I whine out. He moaned softly as he thrusts out to the tip before going all the way back in, the ribbed tip of his cock brushing right up against my g-spot in a way that makes my hips jerk and I let out a soft “ah”, stars forming behind my eyes. He wrapped his forearms around my thighs, pulling me higher up in his lap and wrapping his arms around my back, holding me over the bed with his hands on my shoulderblades as he started a quick snap of his hips, moaning out as his head fell back. 

“Fuckkk baby. Y’re so fuckin’ good t’me letting me have you like this- shiiit- s’fuckin’ tight baby y’re swallowing my fuckin’ cock right now” he grunted out in absolute ecstasy.

But it fell on deaf ears because this new position he had us in had me swimming through an ocean of pleasure and I couldn’t think of anything other then how deep he was, and how he was hitting spots I’d yet to discover myself or with any other partner. I could feel him in my stomach - and I’d have thought before now, someone so big would hurt, but it was as if we were molded for each other's bodies, he filled me up like a fucking puzzle piece.

“Mm? How’s it feel baby? You ok?” He slows down his movements,  breaking me from my trance and I cupped his cheeks, resting my forehead on his. 

“Carmen” I whisper, my hands trembling with pleasure. 

“What? What- baby, am I hurting you?” He asks his voice laced with worry. 

“No- no. I need you- I- I need you to keep fucking going. Don’t stop. Unless I tell you. To stop. Understand me? I’ve never felt so fucking amazing- I can’t even think baby- I can’t even fucking cum right now- i’m trying to process this level of pleasure, you’re fucking me dumb right now- please, please don’t fuckin’ stop.” I rambled out and stroke his jaw gently and he continues his slow pace. “F-Faster, and harder. Please” I said, kissing him deeply and moaning into his mouth when he did so. 

I pulled away, gasping in pleasure as he thrusted into my gspot, my hand gripping his shoulder and the nails digging in to the skin, causing half moon shapes “there” I squeaked, my eyes screwing shut. He rested my back against the headboard for support, before snapping his hips faste straight into that spot. The only sounds in the room were now his soft satisfied grunts, wet sounds of him drilling into me, the clapping of skin, and short sweet little ‘ah…ah…ah…’ noises spilling from my lips unintentionally at the force of his every thrust. 

Before I could even warn him, my walls are pulsing and fluttering around him wildly as one of the most intense orgasms of my life crashed over me like a tsunami, my hips bucking wildly and thighs quivering uncontrollably. I cry out, my back arching up and my fists white from grabbing the sheets so hard. I could have sworn I felt one of my nails crack under the pressure of my grip.

“Mmmm- cumming- cumming!!” I muttered urgently between heaving breaths when I could finally get a coherent word out, causing him to whimper softly as he continued on the same pace to his release.

 He grips my hips tight enough to bruise, his head falling forward as he chases his own release “fuck- gah- me too babe- ah” he grunted as he spilled into the condom, laying me on the bed gentle as he could in his exhaustion and limply collapsing over my frame as he catches his own breath. 

He lets out a breathy moan as my walls continue pulsing around him as I come down from my own release “holy fuck babe.” He breathes in to my skin, “fuuuuck” he sits up slightly, pulling me in to a heated kiss. I hum softly, my mind still fuzzy but happy he didn’t pull out right away. 

Once he pulled away from the kiss I smiled lazily, utterly fucked out from one round. “That was so amazing Carmy. I’ve never came like that before- like- that was a round three kinda orgasm, you did sooo good Bear, thank you” I said sweetly, playing with his chain gently and adjusting the pendant. 

“It was perfect honey, ‘took me so well” he kisses down my jaw and neck, I hummed in satisfaction. 

“Don’t pull out yet, I wanna stay like this, please” I said softly, running my fingers over his back. He chuckled softly into my skin 

“Okay babygirl, whatever you need” he gently brushed my hair out of my face and cups my cheek. “I like it when we get to be so close like that…when we have sex” he said quietly, bringing a smile to my lips.  “Me too” I whispered, leaning in and kissing him tenderly.

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

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[coopers-kitchen]

Ever since cannibalism became legal, a lot of classic American things have been making big business with special cannibalism-themed events, including rodeo.

This guy was born into a family of cannibals, so he quickly became one of the best longpig wranglers in the business. They’d grab some unwilling pig - either from the street or from the crowd - strip them naked, cover them in butter, then set them loose. They make it to the exit, they’re free, but if someone grabs them, they’re getting a nice, juicy longpig.

Sure, a few guys did make it to the exit, but when there’s a crowd of hungry cannibals you know they didn’t make it very far.

You can tell this guy’s good at what he does, but let’s face it - where’s the thrill? Not many guys got the upbringing he did, so he ended up taking four out of five hogs home, and coming back the next week a little wider. Hell, when you have access to so much free food, it’s natural to pig out.

I met up with the owner of the rodeo at Cannicon and he offered me $100k to put this pig in his place. He gets to make the show more exciting, I get a meal, this pig gets what he deserves - sounds like a good deal to me.

I visited the rodeo and made sure to introduce myself after the show. Even offered him a real gourmet - after all, he’d already caught the centerpiece.

We had a real gourmet meal, then the sleeping pills in his beer started to take effect. By the time he woke up he was caged up in the back of my truck on the way back to California.

Of course he protested - cannibals usually are when they end up a link down on the food chain - but hell, with a hog like this, you can afford to take your time.

I took his balls first, and let him watch while I ate them, commenting on the delicious taste. I swear his mouth was watering - oysters are a delicacy, he should know - then I kept him caged up for a while as I took him, piece by piece. Nothing helps a cannibal realize he deserves to be eaten more than tasting his own meat. By the time he was down his calves he was an eager housepig, pretty much begging me to take more, tempting me with his juicy thighs and big fat belly.

Well, good things can’t last forever. After a few months he was nothing but a torso, and he knew there was nothing more to taste. If I hadn’t already had a nice big cock dog, his dick’d be rock hard in anticipation when I transferred him to a beer only diet.

For this hog I picked an pineapple, longpork, macadamia nut, cherry, and barbeque spice stuffing - half up his ass, half down his throat. I saved some of his meat for the stuffing but there’s no way a pig this good is going to have enough meat left over to fill a gut that big. It’s rare to see a pig that eager to eat his own meat, knowing what comes next. After that it was just making him down a bottle of bourbon, slathering him in a bourbon-BBQ glaze, and impaling him on a spit. He squealed like a pig the whole time, but he still obeyed my instructions. stayed still, helped me guide the spit through his chest and up his throat, and opened up nice and wide as the metal pole emerged from his throat.

The amount of meat on this pig kept him alive and squirming for hours as he cooked, even as the smell of his roasting meat filled the garden. When it was finally time to dig in, the meat was juicy, delicious, and melt in the mouth tender. All those longpigs he’d eaten even before I took control of the diet just made him all the tastier.

Besides, the rodeo owner’s making more money than ever now that there’s more competition at the Longpig wrangling. Still, I made sure he knows who to call if he ever wants to spice things up again.

Want to help fatten this hog up for the lucky chef who gets him in his kitchen? His Pateron is https://www.patreon.com

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[macabrecake]

hey bby cake - back again cause the damnation smut was just (chef's kiss), could I have some re6 leon smut? go nuts with how it goes, ty in advance <3

Lmao glad you liked it! And FUCK YES re6 Leon my beloved let's fucking goooo!!! 😭💕

Warning again: minors back the fuck off and go touch grass.

You should've known sooner that you were in for it the moment you slightly jumped when Leon snuck up behind you to wrap his strong arms around your waist and lay his chin on your shoulder while you were in the middle of making breakfast.

"Morning." He whispers, voice deep and rough from still being heavily laced with sleep. And you know damn well God would strike you down for lying if you said it didn't make you tingle in all the right places.

Maybe that's why it was so damn hard to not instantly melt when his lips went on a mission to kiss those dark love marks he painted onto your skin last night the moment he got home from China. Of course he's proud of them, loves how they stand out.

Showing that he's the only one who can touch you just right to get you crying and screaming his name. You try and stay composed however, softly giggling at his stubble and the fringes of his golden blonde hair rubbing against your neck which is contagious enough to have him quietly chuckling as well, "Good morning, handsome. Got coffee for you."

You feel him move his head away slightly to perk up and accept the mug you handed him, taking a small sip and setting the coffee on the counter next to the stove with a low hum into the crook of your neck. Obviously on purpose, given his little smirk when those sterling blue eyes catch the nice hue of pink dusting your cheeks. Yet you still somehow keep your resolve, "How many pancakes you want?"

Leon stays quiet for a second, why have pancakes when he could be eating you instead? He doesn't give that thought a voice however, instead he decides to humor you and answers, "Four."

Your eyebrows raise with a little grin, "Hungry aren't you?"

Oh.

You fool.

If only you realized the gate that simple question opened for him. "Maybe..." He trails off, tone dropping an octave as he doesn't waste a second to seize his chance. Your whole body shudders with a soft gasp falling from your lips, when his thick but nimble fingers managed to glide down your side, move his your shirt up and slip past your panties to gently rub your little pearl. A deep chuckle rumbling in his chest that was pressed to your back and against your ear as he resumes kissing your neck again. Well played. Credit where it's due of course, cause goddamn he's good.

You're still sore from how many times he made you cum last night, but maybe that's what made his touches now feel so fucking good as you moan, slightly falling against him more thanks to your shaky legs. Leon holds you with ease, and a triumphant smile, as he skillfully moves the skillet of pancakes off the burner and turns the stove off so the house doesn't burn down.

You should've known you were in for it. Now here you were- a complete whimpering, moaning mess bent over and pinned down to the bar in the middle of the kitchen with Leon towering over you from behind, practically enveloping your smaller frame. Mercilessly ramming his massive cock into your drenched cunt, while his other hand reached around you to roughly massage your clit like no tomorrow.

Tears were running down your cheeks, mimicking your essence that was currently rolling down your quivering thighs, as you mewl again. "Ah- fuck~! Leon~!" He absolutely adores how you cry out his name like this. It has him biting harder onto your poor neck with a growl, his one hand clenching tighter onto your dainty wrists he had trapped above your head, as he pulls his dick almost completely out then slams back in deep. Groaning at how your walls flutter and squeeze him so deliciously tight. A choked up moan dies on your tongue at the sudden move, feeling like he'll split you in half at this rate.

"So good. Fuck..." His voice rumbles into your flesh as he pants, "You feel so good, sweetheart." Your face immediately takes refuge in your arm to muffle a whimper, because praise has always been your weakness. Leon knows it too, reason he loves doing it so much. However he can't exactly enjoy it if you're hiding your face from him. His other hand, that was expertly working your bundle of nerves, moves away to glide up and wrap around your neck, tilting your head upward so he could hear those heavenly sounds again.

The way he lightly squeezes your throat makes you let out a shallow gasp, before your moans and whines fill the open air again. Leon's grin widens as he sweetly kisses your cheek. "Good girl." He whispers, "That's it, sunshine. Let me hear you."

The soft praise and petnames mixing with his dick hitting that spot inside you just right has you tumbling over that blissful edge without any warning. Your walls tighten around him as your clit throbs, gushing around his cock and onto the floor as you cry out his name. Leon grunts at your squishy walls hugging him so tight, it has him picking up the pace to chase his own release.

His hips suddenly stutter on his fourth thrust as he buries his cock deep deep into your pussy with a sultry groan of your name, squeezing you closer to him as his release fills you up to the brim. A soft whine emits from you, feeling how warm his cum settles inside you.

His thrusts soon grow gentler, lazier, as he coaxes you and himself back down from cloud nine. Your soft pants soon break into a giggle when you feel another little kiss on your cheek. Leon then let's go of your wrists, and your neck, to move up and intertwine your fingers while he lightly rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs. "I think I like this new morning routine." He mumbles, making you laugh and move your head in order for your nose to lightly bump against his, making him snicker, and his pretty blue eyes light up more.

"Me too."

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x you #FUCKING HELL THIS WENT LONGER THAN I MEANT FOR IT TO #RE6 LEON'S DICK GOT AHOLD OF ME AGAIN #MY BAD #hope you enjoy! 💕 #cake rambles

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.4

Genre: Humor

Warnings: swearing, mild violence, heroine Y/n, attempted mugging

MASTERLIST

WHEN THE CHEF MEETS THE WAITRESS

Katsuki let out tired sigh, as he stuffed his phone in his pocket. He’d opted to walk today, taking advantage of the crisp morning. He’d woken up to numerous emails and inquiries, including some not so good news pertaining to some repairs that needed fixes. As Katsuki moved to stuff his hands in his pockets and continue moving he heard a commotion ahead of him. “Stop that asshole!” A voice shouted from in front of him, as the crowd parted. He could see a guy in a ski cap, clutching a bag to his chest. Rolling his eyes, Katsuki planted himself firmly, knowing the weasel wouldn’t be able to move him. “If you don’t come back with my bag I swear I’ll taze your fucking nuts!” the voice shouted, getting louder as the person approached. “Get out of the fucking way or I’ll hurt you.” The mugger shouted at Katsuki, hoping the bigger man would take the hint. 

Katsuki only snorted, taking a hand out of his pocket and flipping him the finger. Sticking his foot out, the mugger grunted, as Katsuki’s foot landed square on his chest. With a shove, the man found his back on the ground and a large blonde man towering over him. Before he could scramble, he was met with a heel to the face, as the woman he’d mugged start stomping on his face. “You think you can take my shit and get away huh?” Y/n snarled, stomping the man on the ground. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she grinned, as she pulled out her baton. “Think I’m just some damsel that you can steal from?” She hissed, unfurling her baton and reeling her hand back. Pulling it forward she smiled, as the metal made contact with the mans body. “Think it’s okay to rob people huh?!” she snarled, giving the man the beating of his life. Katsuki watched, enthralled as this woman in front of him proceeded to beat the man on the ground. 

A crowd had formed as women cheered Y/n on. Foot patrol officers could be seen breaking through, and at the sight of them Katsuki let out a cough. Indicating that Y/n should wrap it up. Y/n looked up at Katsuki briefly, nodding before bending down to grab her purse. Digging inside, she pulled out a tiny rectangular object and smiled. Pointing at the mugger’s crotch, she cackled as the tazer shot out toward the man’s genitals. “That’ll teach you to steal from another woman you bitch.” Y/n huffed, stuffing her tazer back in her bag. Stepping over the mugger, she reached up, and dropped a kiss to Katsuki’s cheek. “Thank you so much for the assist!” She bowed, as Katsuki waved it off. “I have the interview of my life today, and he almost ruined it.” She supplied, giving Katsuki another bow. Checking her watch, Y/n let out a yelp, throwing out another thanks as she turned to leave. Katsuki simply shrugged, not wanting to say anything, but unable to keep his eyes off her ass as she walked away.

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20 minutes later found Katsuki strolling into his restaurant, in a much better mood than he’d been since he woke up. Making his way over to the bar, he grunted his greeting to Shinsou, the purple haired man giving him a nod as he shook his head in the direction of the host stand. Uraraka was standing there, talking expressively to someone Katsuki didn’t know. “I can’t believe you almost got mugged!” Ochaco shouted, as the woman let out a scoff. “Like I’d let some sleazy low life take my coach bag.” Y/n snorted rolling her eyes. Before Uraraka could say anything, she was interrupted by the sight of her boss behind Y/n. “Boss man! This is Y/n! She’s here for the interview!” Turning around, Y/n let out a laugh, as she was greeted with the sight of her rescuer. Bakugo snorted, a small grin forming as Y/n held her hand out. “Y/n L/n.” “Katsuki Bakugo, let’s go to my office demon, I want to have a look at your resume.” He grunted, motioning toward the back of the restaurant. Y/n nodded following behind him, shooting Uraraka obscene gestures as she made her way past. 

Uraraka could only giggle at her friend, as Shinsou looked at the entire interaction, shock evident on his face. “She’s gonna change everything around here.” Uraraka supplied, smiling fondly at her friend. 

-Katsuki was NOT having a great day to start. Y/n’s day was off to a great start until some idiot decided to try and steal her shit. After the interaction, Y/n didn’t realize she’d kissed a strangers cheek. It was honestly muscle memory for her, and Bakugo was feeling a lot better after the incident. Something about helping a pretty stranger made his insides fuzzy. 

-Bakugo was absolutely shocked to see Y/n in his restaurant. They’d talked about the incident while he went over her resume. He was impressed with the amount of jobs she’d had and even further so when he found out a majority of the one’s she’d quit were because of the employer being trash. They spent the next hour and a half swapping embarrassing Izuku stories and pictures. He’s never laughed so hard in his life.

-Katsuki’s staff is shocked, considering the man usually spends 10 minutes on an interview. Toga really thought they’d be talking about crimes. She believes it when Uraraka says Y/n is unhinged as fuck. Denki Kaminari is scared as fuck and he hasn’t even met Y/n yet. Dabi bought Y/n’s bag as a christmas gift one year, so of course she wasn’t gonna let some scrub steal it. Shiggy and Dabi are good with tools and handy man shit, so y/n offers up their services all the time. She’s also not an idiot and she knows her boys have crushes. She just wants to watch them suffer. 

-Katsuki’s nickname for Y/n is demon, and it fits her perfectly <3

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#heartbreak anniversary #bnha #bnha smau #smau #bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x female reader #bnha x reader #bnha x female reader #bakugou katsuki

[indefinitesatellites]

Becky Street

3:16 PM; we're hitting the city streets whilst hoping for an attraction, the one unique distraction to keep our minds off the world before it’s wandering any longer than needed. Radiant is the newly-bleached pale yellow hair you dyed impulsively on a random Friday night, glistening under the sunny lights ─ even so, you still wish it’d come out darker than it already is for realizing how ugly it looks on you. But your sunlit hair is enthralling. You probably don't know it. You would never know it because I can never say.

Down Becky Street, across to the serene and fewer-visited bookstore, you pulled my hand to stop by a cake shop to pick up your favorite cheesecake that has always been on top of the list since your very first visit. The crumbs on the table are evident proof towards the pastry chef at the back that his cheesecake is so loved. And if the walls could talk, they probably have hushed you already for the endless compliments. You’re utterly bewitched by this one pastel top you’ve been obsessed about for months at the clothing store we drop in ─ I had to stop you before one reckless impulsive decision led straight to another one; and the next thing I know, you’ll just get over it in a second like before. If we feel like it, we stop from one place to another for junk food. And after a series of chugging down coke, coughing over greasy pizza, and countless rolled eyes for thinking about how nuts we might look, at least we’re contented.

Strolling down to the park until the pink-candied sky appears, we lost in time, completely undeterred by our aching feet that will swell the next morning. I still come up with silly little jokes that people explicitly hate on, but you still happily laughed at despite being the only audience for so many hours now. Along with the constant humming to the mainstream songs played as we pass the stores. Today was fun, I wish every day could go on like this, you said, and a fleeting thought struck me like a truck; to stop the time abruptly just so I can savour the feeling, the warmth, right at this very moment; to get drunk of your sight until my chest fights for breath; to drown together amid this ocean crowd.

And until I hear you say ‘see you’ and close your apartment door in front of me ─ silence ringing like a siren, daydreams fading as I look up to your balcony, every step I take is mocking me like the fool I always am. I am spellbound; you put me through it.

#writings #spilled words #stayc #seeun

[garbagefarm]

Garbage Farm (#45)

2023-05-07, Garbage Farm session number #45, spanning Year 4, Fall 7 through Fall 17

cast:

me (@mothmute​)

E.B. (@salamand3rin​)

Kimi (@2kimi2furious​)

Experimenting with the format and listing them by day this time!

Fall 7:

Starting off with keg day!

The ducks still refuse to do the thing.

Liquidating my wine reserves

Coffee chest by the greenhouse!

Kimi will redecorate her house even if it kills her (it does)

died looking at the ikea catalog

E.B. hits level 10 fishing! angler or pirate? doesn’t matter, gonna respec for crab pots

(the first day of a session is always a little slow)

Fall 8:

Cranb day!

Elliott tells Kimi to come visit him if she ever needs a break, and that he’s usually at home

Kimi knows where you live, Elliott.

(also ... are you flirting with my farmhand?? I approve, get it 😘)

I make a brief excursion to the Skull Caverns

E.B. pays the weird looking dog statue to respec for crab pots

“ginger, or bones?” BONES BONES BONES B O N E S

Fall 9:

Bait-free crabbing!

Elliott “fed the animals” (meaning, the horrid ducks)

after I’m done with my chores, I go boning in the mines

Kimi collects the Frog’s nuts

(E.B. points out that it was the day of Boning and Nutting)

Fall 10:

They don’t deserve it, but I deluxe the ducks.

then I go boning again!

E.B. shows up, and kills enough skeletons that the valley feels a little safer (derogatory)

E.B. goes down the stairs into an unavoidable explosion, oops

We got the bones!!

New crystalariums set up in the mushroom cave, gotta make those coffee diamonds

Kimi wants matching bone shirts

rip E.B., died in her bedroom

New cow named Pumbo! their parent was named Jumbus or something but I didn’t write it down

Fall 11:

Jam day!

The walnut room is open (and the challenges suck)

Kimi gets a bone shirt!

Kimi wants to focus on the Skulls to try and get autopetters

(I spend a little time in the volcano and get a couple teeth)

Fall 12:

every time Kimi wakes up, her children are waiting for her

TWO BIG PUMPKINS! Screenshot is slightly delayed until E.B. can make a matching bone shirt (the cloth was in the cheese shed)

Screenshot at the big pumpkins!! (see gallery)

Managed to buy two ducks before Marnie clocked out— Mistake and Disappointing.

Kimi DIES dies, and Harvey charges her for it despite being a garbage-in-law

Fall 13:

Cranb day again!

E.B. replants the pumpkins

I make it to floor 72 while Skull Mining

(Kimi ran into me somewhere on the way down)

rip me, dead on my floor

rip E.B., too

Fall 14:

Bone mill recipe!

Jam day and keg day!

(Alex never skips keg day, he lifts them to stay fit)

Looks like only E.B. can make cheap copper crab pots?

Garbage Farm passes 10,000,000g!

Fall 15:

Elliott looks forward to the fair! (see gallery)

(These walnut room challenges suck, too)

I spend all day in the volcano and barely make it home after unlocking the caldera

Fall 16:

George mailed me some rocks. Thanks, George!

Fair day!

I don’t dare bring the forbidden shards for the grange, but, the normal kind should be fine

Kimi delayed due to cheese chores

We win the grange display! —and for once, we didn’t blackmail Lewis!

(at this point, they’re our lucky purple shorts, anyway)

INFINITE BURG (see gallery)

Jam day! (at night)

Fall 17 (non-canon):

We storm the mayor’s mansion and proceed to BOMB LEWIS REPEATEDLY

including hitting him with explosive ammo

while rubbing our grubby little hands all over the forbidden shards

TO-DO:

Add even more good-for-nothing ducks, in hopes that one of them will do the thing and make the horrid creatures halfway worth it

Continue ramping up Garb-ucks Coffee project

SKULLS! SKULLS! SKULLS!

auto-petters may be rare, but that won’t stop us

I need to keep adding kegs and preserves jars

Still thinkin’ about those tapped trees

Island Obelisk requires TEETH

(continue long-term self-supply and chef projects...)

make friends

Walnut room is open...... (but the current challenges suck)

Gallery:

Big pumpkins and matching skelly shirts! (screenshot credit to E.B.)

this man can’t say anything like an actual person would (and I love him for it)

INFINITE BURGERS (E.B.’s eyes might be closed, but I assure you she is also eating infinite burgers)

Hey Lewis! We’ve decided to start the “bomb Lewis” event! And you can’t stop us! (non-canon)

#garbage farm #stardew valley

[bitchkay]

yeah ok i was acting like i needed time to think about this but nah

CONNIE LIKES IT MESSY!!! nothing keeps him going like the image of you sweaty and spent, covered in his cum. on your chest, your stomach, dripping down your thighs. his favourite thing to do is pull out just in time to cum on your pussy. he spends a few minutes fucking finger painting, mesmerised as he spreads it along your puffy folds.

he’s into snowballing😵‍💫 ‘baby, a chef has to taste his own creations!’ nuts in your mouth and tells you to hold it, hold it before sucking on your tongue to taste himself.

This what I'm talking about😼😼

He eat it messy too😩😩 spit and cum drooling down his face and neck, fully not breathing drowning in your pussy he might actually be drowning- oh my god Connie cums alot like alot alot, like pregnant with twins alot(this is canon😐 /j) and he love overfilling your belly with cum, until you cant hold it anymore

Wait oh my god🤭🤭 Connie would stuff you with his cum then put your panties back on to keep it inside I'm gonna-

#kay answers #he can't lick my neck my back my pussy and my crack😍😍 #connie springer smut #aot smut #18+ minors dni #kay's writing

[t-kiss]

Meet My T-Kiss F/O: John Pope from Falling Skies

The time has finally come to Unleash the Beast that is my literal actual special interest in this man and give y'all some much-needed context for my flailings. I tried to make this a reasonable length, but it's still Pretty Long because I have Many Thoughts, so apologies in advance.

🗺️ Give us an overview of your F/O's canon

After an alien invasion takes out Earth's technology and leaves less than 10% of the population alive, Tom Mason, history professor turned second-in-command of the 2nd Massachusetts Militia Regiment, leads the few who remain in rebellion against the alien overlords.

Falling Skies is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi TV show with cool alien designs, stellar practical effects, strong characters, and a sense of self-righteous patriotism that never fails to drive me nuts. :P Despite its flaws (and the fact that it jumped the shark within two seasons of ending), it still holds a special place in my heart.

❣️ Tell us about your F/O

Pope is an ex-con, gang leader, and gourmet chef who attempted to ransom Tom Mason and his squad for a .50 cal machine gun in S1 E2. Because of his obvious potential, he was given a literal "join or die" ultimatum (which he refused, but they took him prisoner anyway). This began his long and strife-filled career as the 2nd Mass's munitions expert, resident troublemaker, voice of dissent, and narrative foil to Tom, for whom he holds endless outrage but grudging respect.

He's snarky, selfish, crass, and trigger happy, but there's more to him than meets the eye: he has a soft spot for kids (he was a divorced father of two before the war), he genuinely cares about his crew of Berserkers, and he can be achingly tender with his girlfriend Sara (whom we love and support in this house—she's an awesome character and I ship us as an OT3 in some 'verses). Pope may be a loose canon, but the 2nd Mass wouldn't be the same without him. (We don't talk about season 5 unless we're Going Off about it.)

📷 Show us some pics of them/Give us a description of what they look like

Pope is a white man in his 30s with shoulder-length brown hair, blue-hazel eyes, a scrubby beard, and tattoos on his arms and chest. His typical outfit is jeans, a T-shirt, a flannel, a leather jacket, and a few necklaces, including a set of claws from (if I remember correctly) the first Skitter he ever killed.

Below are some screenshots of varying quality, starting with a shot from the scene that first inspired me to start self-shipping with him way back when.

And, as a bonus, He Scrunch.

👀 What drew you to selfship with them?

To be honest, what first drew me to him was that he was a funny, handsome bad boy with roguish charm and a soft belly. What can I say, I'm a simple virl.

But beyond that, I strongly believe that Pope had the potential to become a better person and likely would have if his contributions had been appreciated by the 2nd Mass, especially Tom. I don't deny that he did and said some genuinely shitty things (especially in season one), but he did improve in subtle ways over the course of the series. Growth cannot occur without social and structural support, and I don't think Pope was given enough of either, even before the apocalypse.

In summary, I find him a compelling and attractive character, and shipping with him is my way of giving him the love he needed more of and the chance to grow he deserved but never got.

🤝 Describe your S/I's relationship with them

He's the grizzled trucker and I'm the beanie baby on his dashboard. /j

We're two outsiders who reject the norms and question authority, drawn together by our need to be understood and appreciated. He steadies my anxiety; I give him the freedom to be soft. He gives me the courage to fight; I give him something to fight for. We nurture each other's strengths and shore up each other's weaknesses. We take care of each other, and we fight for the hope of a better world, one where we can finally rest.

I have multiple AUs for us, each more self-indulgent than the last, but the main 'verses I like to work within are canon-verse (my version of the show's events, with several deviations and multiple timelines cuz it's my selfship and I get to explore all the possibilities) and domestic-verse (a "real world" AU in which the invasion never happened and we can just be cute together). Domestic-verse is particularly fun because it allows much more freedom for emotional exploration and kink shenanigans.

I consider Pope my literal actual boyfriend even outside of fictional scenarios, and I always appreciate when we're treated as such. 🤎💙

🔥 Share some kinky headcanons you have for them

Pope isn't necessarily into tummy kink for its own sake, but he loves how flustered it makes me and relishes the attention he gets as a result (particularly the belly rubs, which he genuinely enjoys).

Despite the austerity of our canon-verse situation, he indulges me when he can, whether by chugging a beer while I watch, scraping together enough food for a modest stuffing, or just letting me enjoy his belly. He also plays along in weaving hypothetical kink scenarios during late-night talks where food isn't scarce and we can really go all out. (These scenarios frequently involve lavish home-cooked meals we make together.)

He carries a lot of tension in his tummy. When he eats a lot without being properly relaxed, his stomach muscles gets tight and uncomfortable, and he needs belly rubs to help him loosen up and digest properly.

He gets a kick out of teasing me in public: stretching his arms over his head so his tummy peeks out from under his shirt, guiding my hand to his belly any time it won't be super obvious, making seemingly innocuous comments calculated to make me blush, etc. Most of the Berserkers have picked up on this, since they're around us a lot and we aren't particularly subtle, but only the inner circle of Lyle, Tector, and Crazy Lee knows the full extent; most of them find it oddly endearing, or at the very least just one of the many weird things about our relationship.

🌈 Share some other headcanons you have for them

Pope is autistic and doesn't realize it. (It took me a surprisingly long time to reach this conclusion, but once I did it made A Lot Of Sense.) Below are some specifics:

> He struggles with emotional regulation and chafes against social norms, especially the parts that value tone and appearance over content and character.

> He's largely hyposensitive (meaning he's generally sensory seeking as opposed to sensory avoidant), but his sensory issues get a lot worse when he doesn't have his weight/pressure stims (his jacket and his gun).

> His special interests are cooking, munitions, and mechanics/vehicles (especially cars and motorcycles).

> He gladly surrounds himself with fellow weirdos and outcasts because they're the only ones who value his competence and treat him with any respect.

He's bi-demisexual, but because he enjoys casual sex and finds people aesthetically and sensually attractive regardless of emotional connection, he always assumed he was a typical Red-Blooded Heterosexual Male™ without realizing that he experiences attraction very differently from most people. His sex drive is also a lot lower than he thought it was, but that doesn't become obvious until he gets with me and realizes that, even after the sexual attraction kicks in, he's perfectly content with our cuddles, kink, and nonsexual passion (much to the bewilderment of everyone around us).

In Conclusion: I love my urban cowboy. 💕

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#submission #t-kiss #meet my t-kiss f/o #belly rubs #bloating #stuffing #tummy appreciation #stomachaches #t-kiss john pope #t-kiss falling skies #t-kiss pope's girl #t-kiss lessthanconventional #sexuality mention

[fiftytwotwentythree]

Wellness Wednesday:

Road Trippin'

Well, I have completed my first family road trip which required mildly extensive travel to a unfamiliar location... and... it went very well - little to no blow ups.

Completing that road trip was a huge weight off my chest.

Not that I don't like family time where there is no escape - but - more of I am not a fan of travelling via car into the unknown.

Planes, yeah sure - no biggie...

Long Distance Car Travel spikes this dormant anxiety I have.

But, again, it went smoothly. As well, it mentally prepped me for the next big road trip in November.

Plus, I will probably have plan for more vacations or staycations as I have maxed out my PTO at work.

Also during my road trek - I was a little loose with my snacking and definitely over indulged more than normal - not so much junk food, but increased portions.

I was so worried about my snacking that I did double work out on Monday to compensate.

Beyond that everything was basic this week.

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38th CHECK-IN:

Current Goals:

Lose 52 lbs

Completed as of 4/12/2023

New Goal: Maintain or Continue on The Weight Loss Path

Avoid "Junk Food"

Minimize Take-Out / Fast Food Consumption

Short Term:

Vegetarian-ish Diet: Completed

End Date: 4/09/2023 - 46 Days Total

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Meal Tracker:

THURSDAY

Lunch:

(2) Hotdogs

Snack:

(1) Bowl of Good & Gather's Shelled Thai Sweet Chili Pistachios

(2) Servings of Hunter's Trail Mix

Bag of Orville Redenbacher Ultimate Butter Popcorn

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

Supper:

Can of Progresso New England Clam Chowder

- (10) Ritz Crackers

Birds Eye Oven Roasted Red Potatoes & Onions

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

FRIDAY

Lunch:

(2) Hotdogs

Snack:

(7oz) Bag of Good & Gather's Shelled Salt & Pepper Pistachios

Bag of Orville Redenbacher Ultimate Butter Popcorn

(2) Servings of Hunter's Trail Mix

Supper:

Can of Progresso Italian Wedding Soup

- (10) Ritz Crackers

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

SATURDAY

Lunch:

Can of Wild Planet's Wild Tuna, Bean & Corn Salad

Balanced Break: White Cheddar, Almonds, and Dried Cranberries

Snack:

(8) Cups of Skinny Pop White Cheddar Popcorn

Supper:

Can of Wild Planet's Wild Tuna, Bean & Corn Salad

Balanced Break: White Cheddar, Almonds, and Dried Cranberries

Individual Cup of Bob Evan's Macaroni and Cheese

(23.5oz) "Jar" of Dole Tropical Fruit: Pineapple & Papaya

SUNDAY

Snack:

(2) Cartons of Chocolate Milk

Bag of Ranch Corn Nuts

(8) Cups of Skinny Pop White Cheddar Popcorn

Nestquik's Strawberry Banana Milk

Bag of BBQ Corn Nuts

Supper:

(2) Hotdogs

Individual Cup of Bob Evan's Macaroni and Cheese

(10) Tator Tots

Serving of Dole Pineapple Chunks

(1) Glass of Red Velvet Cake Flavored Milk

MONDAY

Lunch:

Chef Salad

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

Serving of Hunter's Trail Mix

Snack:

Serving of Hunter's Trail Mix

Supper:

Bowl of Dole's Chopped Taco Salad

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

TUESDAY

Lunch:

Bowl of Leftover Dole's Chopped Taco Salad

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

Supper:

Bowl of Dole's Chopped Sesame Asian Salad

- Cup of Mandarin Oranges

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

WEDNESDAY

Lunch:

(2) Hotdogs

Large Bowl of Leftover Kraft Macaroni & Cheese

(1) Glass of Chocolate Milk

Serving of Hunter's Trail Mix

Snack:

Serving of Hunter's Trail Mix

Supper:

Large Bowl of White Chicken Chili

(2) Oven Baked Cheddar Bay Biscuits

(1) Glass of Red Velvet Cake Flavored Milk

Cup of Pineapple Chunks

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Workouts:

THURSDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

FRIDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

SATURDAY

(16 mins) Exercise Bike (~2.2 miles)

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

SUNDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

MONDAY

* Morning Workout *

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

* Evening Workout *

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

TUESDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges [4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

WEDNESDAY

(400) Jumping Jacks [8 sets of 50]

(100) Glute Bridges[4 sets of 25]

(100) Push-Ups [10 sets of 10]

(100) Sit-Ups [5 Sets of 20]

(100) Reverse Leg Lifts [10 sets of 10]

(100) Leg Kickbacks [10 sets of 10]

(5 min) Planks [5 Sets of 1 min]

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WEIGHT TRACKER:

Starting Weight (Noon, 1/01/2023): XXX.X lbs

Weight at Last Check-In, 9/13/2023: -0.6 lbs

Weight As of Noon, 9/20/2023: -0.8 lbs

Total Weight Loss: -84.8 lbs

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Closing Thoughts:

The Good:

Workouts have become easier - becoming more efficient after increasing the reps/sets.

The Bad:

Bank Account took a hit with road trip, student loans, and bills hitting at the same time.

The Ugly:

Been going to bed a proper time, but still feel exhausted. Looking for a pocket of time to take PTO from work so I can rest.

#52 in 23

[a-paragon-of-their-kind]

Pinch Hit #3 - amarmeme CLAIMED

To claim this pinch it, please send an ask or email [email protected]. Pinch hit due 10:00am US EST September 5th.

Varric Tethras

Fanart

Fanfiction

Varric is one of my favorites. Anything with this guy can't be wrong.

Ships:

Cass/Varric. OTP. Grade A+ quality product. Their dynamic and the visible evolution of their relationship is *chef's kiss* -- I would take any morsel or crumb.

Varric/f!Cadash. Another gem. I feel Varric really reveals himself during DAI and not by choice always, but you really feel like you earn his friendship over the game. Cadash and Varric clicking and catching eventual feels would be beautiful.

Varric & Isabela, Varric & Merrill, Varric & f!Hawke, Varric & Cullen. He's the best dude going.

Solo: How did becoming Viscount go and what was it like for him really?

Art: anything with the chest hair featured is a fine masterpiece. How about an updated author photo 😅

No DNW. Whatever works.

Lace Harding

Fanart

Fanfiction

Lace! An optimist with a wonderful disposition who is highly capable. Sounds like a winner to me!

Ships:

Lace/Bram Kenric. In my heart of hearts they are together during Jaws of Hakkon. I eat this pair up and there is not enough content. I want Bram to absolutely worship the ground Lace walks on. I think she leads in life and he's surprisingly adept in the boudoir thanks to all that time in Orlais.

Art: adventure! Sweetness! Smut? Bram cataloging freckles?

DNW:

BDSM

Mommy/daddy/infantilism

Underage

Incest

Bodily wastes

Non-consensual/dubious consent

Coffee shop/high school/mundane AUs

Female Cadash

Fanart

Fanfiction

Rounding out the surfacer trio with the lovely Cadash. Feel free to use your own or create a new Cadash! Can be canon Malika or otherwise!

Ships:

Varric/Cadash. As I said in the Varric request, this ship is so appealing to me. I just want them to reveal themselves to each other and be good to one another. 😭

Cadash/Cullen. I prefer my commander with a bit of grit -- grumpy, tone deaf and insensitive at times. But when he loves he goes all in. A supportive Cadash that also doesn't take shit but harbors secret feelings would be kewl. It is a shame this isn't an in-game option, but then again Cullen doesn't have any life experience outside the circle. He just doesn't know what to do with or around a dwarf. 😂

Cadash & Vivienne, Cadash & Lace Harding, Cadash & Iron Bull.

Solo: what is their family like and what was their role before Inquisition?

No DNW. You got this.

Female Aeducan

Female Brosca

Female Kader (Dragon Age)

Fanart

Fanfiction

I don't know the dwarf Origins at all. This is really a grab bag, mixed potential request. I'm up for anything involving any one or all three of these potential wardens.

Some shipy thoughts:

Aeducan/Duncan, Aeducan/Alistair, Aeducan/Zevran, Aeducan/Leliana

Brosca/m! Aeducan, Brosca/Zevran, Brosca/Nathaniel Howe, Brosca/Sigrun

Kader/Stroud, Kader/Nathaniel Howe, Kader/Anders, Kader/Alistair

Again, I'm limited in my Orzammar memory, but also happy for ships/settings that are there.

No DNW. Go nuts.

#pinch hit

[melis-writes]

a scene where victoria is making dinner and michael comes from behind giving compliments and kisses her, she puts a piece in michael's mouth and he licks his fingers in tease.

Ooh, so cute! Some much needed fluff between these two!! 🥰 Also, Italian fod anyone?! 🙏🏻

Chef's Compliments.

The delicious scent of freshly cooked braciola for tonight's meal fills the kitchen as you take another slice of thin, tenderized chicken on the cutting board before you.

Humming quietly to yourself while keeping an eye on the stove as the other pieces cook, you fill the inside of the chicken with a selection of fresh herbs, cheese, nuts and prosciutto--dry cured Italian ham--before wrapping it over together and poking each end with a toothpick to keep it shut.

Knowing braciola is one of Michael's favourite meat dishes, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement to be able to finally end your busy day and enjoy dinner with your family.

Normally every now and then throughout the week, you share all your meals with the entire family on the compound but of course just as everyone else does, you also enjoy private dinner with Michael and the children in your own residence.

You add the final piece of braciola to the pan upon the stove, searing the meat before simmering it in the homemade tomato sauce you prepared.

Just as you turn your attention to your second just cooked dish of Polpette--Italian meatballs--you let out a soft gasp to feel a pair of arms lovingly wrap around your waist.

"Braciola and Polpette? Someone's been paying attention to my favorite dishes." Michael murmurs softly against your neck before planting a kiss on your cheek. "Hello, darling."

Dressed in a long sleeved, wine coloured polo shirt and black trousers rather than his typical formal wear--now with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first three unbuttons undone showing a peak of his chest hair.

You can feel the metal of Michael's belt buckle against your waist as he presses his chest against your back in the embrace.

"Hi, baby." You blush, placing your hands over top of his. "I couldn't help it. You make it pretty easy to guess."

There's that playful urge to turn back and let your eyes wander all over this irresistible man while ignoring everything else yet again--a difficult urge to push aside.

"That is how you found out with the cannoli." You notice an amused, faint smile over the corners of Michael's lips before it fades just as quickly. "This smells delicious."

"I made sure this time we have twice the amount of Polpette." You let out a soft laugh, feeling Michael tighten his embrace over you. "The children love it."

"Mmhm." Michael eyes the freshly cooked meatballs by the stove--two delicious smells now beginning to overlap each other. "They're smaller this time."

"For Vincent." You smile back at Michael, picking up one of the meatballs, "he loved them so much when I cut them up for him last time, so..." You bring the Polpette up to Michael's lips, popping it in his mouth. "Tell me what you think."

Just as you put the Polpette in Michael's mouth, his lips purposefully come into contact with your fingers teasingly as he licks them off before he bites down on the meatball.

Blushing furiously, you gaze at Michael and watch his expression for a reaction. He leans one hand over the counter, chewing down on the meatball before grazing his tongue over his lips and giving you a nod. "Mm, good."

"Will you join us soon?" You steal a sweet kiss from Michael's lips.

"I will," Michael gives your hips a gentle squeeze as you feel the cold metal of his wedding band come into contact with your skin. "I've concluded my business for tonight, so after dinner I'd like to take you and the twins on the yacht."

"An evening tour?" Your eyes light up, easily giving it away to Michael as to how much you enjoy it.

"Something like that." Michael gives your forehead a soft kiss, letting his hands linger over you before pulling away. "Let me know when everything's ready, won't you?" Michael unbuttons the top buttons of his polo shirt entirely, revealing more of his collarbones and chest. "I'm going to take a quick shower."

"You're gonna do that in front of me?" You blush, teasing him.

"I can wait for you because I want you to join me." Michael lowers his tone, eyeing the stove before looking back into your eyes for a response.

#Michael corleone x reader #Michael corleone x oc #Michael corleone fanfic #godfather au #Michael corleone smut #Michael corleone #the godfather x reader #godfather x reader #prompts

[fishfarmfrankie]

Crackhead Hcs for being with the MHA boys

Tw; I swear but we known that, kinda cringe

These are just some crackhead headcanons I have for being in a relationship with the boys from My Hero and your guys special little weirdo thing

Izuku Midoriya

fuckin baby talk

You seem to have gotten into a bad habit of baby talking Izuku all the time, then he started doing the same to you. Now you guys can’t stop.

You’ll be sitting together at lunch with Ochaco and Iida, and you’ll notice that Izuku has some food at the corner of his mouth. Forgetting that there’s other people around, you’ll wipe it with his shirt and start babbling; 

Y/N-  “Awww bwaby iz so mwessy~ herw I’ll cwean it all ups foa yu moi lil cutie zuzu 🥺🥺”

Deku- “Twank yu babygirl, ywou’re sow pwerfect and noice i lobe yu so mwuch baby UwU”

Y/N- *Pinching Midoriya’s cheeks*  “ey lobe yu twu UwU”

Frankly, everyone is disgusted. As am I.

Bakugou Katsuki

Sometimes when the two are you are arguing you literally just start growling at each other. 

Like once the two of you were just cooking in the kitchen of the UA dorms making dinner and started fighting over who’s the better chef. Y’all get so caught up in the argument with butted heads, puffed out chests and razor sharp eye contact you don’t even notice how foolish the two of you look while you stand there growling at each other like wild wolves. But way more cringey.

When Kiri spots you two. At first he thought you were going in for a kiss but after further investigation he noticed that the both of you were making weird gargling noises without leaning in. 

He thought it best to show the rest of the Bakusquad

Denki is now convinced you two are furries.

Todoroki Shoto

YOU TWO OF YOU ARE ALWAYS FUCKING MATCHING AND I’M NOT SURE IF THIS SHOULD BE CONSIDERED SWAG YOLO OR CRINGEY ASF

As with most things, it started out innocent enough. You had found matching chains and decided to get one for Shoto, everyone thought it was cute, so you moved on colour coordinating outfits. Then shopping together, now you two literally just wear the same outfits, with the same accessories, SAME EVERYTHING. IT’S JUST SO OBNOXIOUSLY IN YOUR FACE LIKE WSERTDRFYTGUYH

Individuality said no🤩

At least when you two pull up to a party y’all PuLl uP

This do be you two tho:

Ejirou Kirishima

Kirishima just randomly bites you. All the fucking time. Sometimes they hurt and sometimes they’re just little gentle ones, but it’s just so aimlessly stupid yet frequent to the point where you don’t even acknowledge it anymore. 

It’s a common occurrence for you to be chilling out on the couch with Sero and Denki, lying upside down with your legs sprawled on the back edge of the couch, when Kiri just walks in, grabs your ankle, bites it, and then leaves to go back outside.

Baku-   “WHAT THE- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?”

Y/N-       “huh? Oh I don’t know he just does that sometimes.”

Baku-     “I- fuck it I’ll never understand you weirdos.”

No one knows when this started, people wonder if it’ll ever end. Either way, it’s cute so you’re fine.

Accurate depiction of Kirishima with his S/o:

Denki Kaminari

Too many crackhead quirks in this relationship to count

Most notably the fact that you two have pretty much devised your own language based purely off of old vines and Tik Toks.

This isn’t really an uncommon thing in relationships (i guess i wouldn’t know), but the problem is that you two do it so fucking much that it pollutes all of class 1-A.

NOW TODOROKI GENUINELY BELIEVES THAT HITTING THE WOAH IS A PERFECTLY VALID FORM OF COMMUNICATION AND YOU’RE ALL OSTRACIZED FOR BEING THE CRINGEY CLASS THAT IS STILL REFERENCING DEEZ NUTS BUT THAT’S JUST BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS THAT IT MEANS ‘DO YOU WANT SOME?’ FFS THIS IS WHY AIZAWA IS RETIRING AT AN EARLY AGE

Sero Hanta

The nicknames smfh😔

It started with ‘Bae’ and ‘my other half’ but now you’re straight up unironically calling him ‘❣💫Big🥵Dick✨Papi😩” and “ 💞Pennis🤤The👅Menace ��”

Not even in text you guys just call each other this without realizing sometimes in class

Y/n- “Hey honeybear can i borrow a pen”

Sero- “Sure Mi Amor, hey you coming to training after school?”

Y/N- “I don’t know Hunky~boo I have some homework to do and-”

Sero- “Listen Mamacita if you join in we can have some fun afterwards, huh?”

Y/N- “Yes daddy😳.”

U M   Y’ A L L 

#mha #my hero academia #my hero headcanons #katsuki bakugou #Sero headcanons #Denki Kamanari #Sero Hanta #kirishima ejirou #izuku midoriya #bakugou headcanons #denki headcanons #kirishima headcanon #deku headcanons #midoriya headcanons #denki x reader #sero x reader #kirishima x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou x reader #anime #boku no hero academia #bnha #cute #crack

[getlostsquidward]

The gaps in your hearts (Part 2)

Lou Miller x fem!reader

A/N: You asked for part 2, and I shall deliver. I hope it's worth your wait!!

Summary: After your departure, an unexpected circumstance had you arriving back at the loft, back at Lou. Will the gaps in your hearts only become wider or will they be finally filled?

Part one

“Oh, bugger. Baby? I’m home.”

“Nice place.”

“Try heating it.”

“There’s a room for you upstairs. Your stuff’s upstairs too.”

Lou called your name a couple of times but she got no answer. Maybe you went out and got something from the store. She furrowed her eyebrows at the notion that you didn’t let her know you’ll go out like you usually does.

She can’t wait for you to meet Debbie.

The sun has set down and you weren’t at home yet. Lou was growing worried each minute that passes. She’d left you text messages, she tried to call you several times, but all of it went to voicemail. Where did you go?

Debbie had returned from her closure meeting with Claude. She had bought takeout for dinner but Lou wasn’t in any mood to eat. She was antsy but keeping it down so her friend won’t notice. Maybe you were called in at work? Maybe you went out with a friend and forgot to send her a text. The blonde knows you can perfectly take care of yourself but she can’t help but be worried.

“Where’s your girl?” Debbie asked, reminded of Lou calling someone ‘baby’ when they arrived earlier.

Lou just shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what to answer.

“Maybe she hit her head and woke up from the truth,” the brunette joked.

Lou glared at her friend. “Not funny.”

“Tell me about her.”

The blonde started to tell her friend everything. From how you met, the ups and downs of your relationship, and how loving and wonderful you are. You were patient and understanding; you were perfect in every way and she hated how she’d managed to hurt the one person that did nothing but love her.

The day you moved out of the loft was the most devastating day of her life. It was way much worse than when Debbie left before.

She knew that you were checking in on her through Matt, and she was wracked with guilt. Even after what she’d done, you still care for her. Lou unconsciously checks her phone to see if you left a message but to no avail. You really honoured your word that you’d give her time, and she was thankful for that.

In your two-month break, she really had thought about it all. She used the time to sort out her feelings. Hell, she even opened up to some of her other friends for help, something she rarely does even with those who know her. Unearthing her feelings.

Lou had feelings for Debbie. She didn’t know if it was romantic or if it was just a deep affection. She didn’t really think much of it. Debbie was one of the few of the persons she knows she could trust with her life and in the conworld, such a person was like a rare gem. It was hard to find, and if you do, you’ve got to treasure it. And so she did.

“Maybe you’d mistaken the concept of love and affection. You told me you really didn’t think anything about it and that explains it. The moment you felt that that person was dear to you, you immediately equated it to romantic love.”

The words mentioned had hit Lou, hard. Once she realized that, she promptly had to find you. She called you, but you didn’t answer. She didn’t know where you were staying so she asked your friends, and that’s how Lou found you drowning in liquor in some alley.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Debbie berated, feeling rather guilty about how she was probably the reason you left for the second time around.

“I do. No need to remind me.”

“I’m gonna tell you to go find her, but I also need you to focus on the job. Can you do both?”

“Of course,” Lou sighed. She won’t know what she would do if she were to lose you for real this time.

-

You were feeling rueful for leaving Lou without a word. You knew she’d be worried sick, but it was the best for the two of you. Once again, you fell into your routine. It was incredibly helpful that an event was coming and you can spend all of your time at work. Though this time, the constant drinking was out of your to-do list.

Your mind often wandered to Lou. She said something about a job, maybe that’s what they’re doing right now. Has she been thinking of you too?

The messages and missed calls Lou had sent you were not in your knowledge as you’d let your best friend hide your phone, and bought a new one for you. At first, you thought that it would be ridiculous and childlike of you but maybe she had a point. The worst-case scenario would be Lou filing for a missing person’s case, but you knew she wouldn’t dare cross paths with the police.

-

“Oh my god, you guys. This party is nuts. I’m not kidding! If your dress is ugly, you can’t wear it, no shit! They will bower your wardrobe!” Tammy rambled and rushed to get into the loft where she got everyone’s attention.

“I love that!” Lou quipped.

“Oh I gotta pee,” Tammy continued to ramble. “Every table cost a quarter-million dollars that if they allow you to buy one! I mean not just any $250,000 check will be approved, I mean they literally have to tell you whether or not they’ll take your money, it’s crazy!”

Everyone was standing outside the bathroom, still listening to Tammy rant about the Met.

“And then you can’t bring anyone, that you clearly go by yourself. They spend a hundred grand on food and apparently no one eats, it’s really crazy,” the blonde finished as she went out, kind of out of breath from the continuous rambling.

“Did you get the seating chart?” asked Debbie.

“The what?”

“The seating chart.” Tammy handed the special glasses she was wearing to Debbie.

“If I haven’t said it, it’s really crazy. This one person that I’m working with maybe is the only saving grace of that place. Thank goodness for Y/N,” the blonde sighed, capturing the attention of Lou.

She shared looks with Debbie, hoping that it was you their friend was talking about.

After discussing the seating chart, they approached Tammy and straightforwardly asked about you, if you were the same person she’d mentioned. Apparently, you quit your last job and had started few weeks prior to Tammy. Lou asked if you’re doing well, and almost cried when she nodded. When Tammy asked why they are curious, Debbie answered. “Lou’s girl. Left because of this dumbass right here.”

The blonde had a surprised expression on her face, a bit amazed at how small the world is. The person they’ve been looking for was only at their reach this whole time.

“She’s sweet. If you’re planning to get her back, which I know you would, you better not mess up.”

Since that day, Lou was itching to contact you but inhibited herself. She’d finish the job first, then she would have you back. If she was lucky enough to be given a second chance, which she wouldn’t fucking waste, she can finally go to California riding with you on her new bike like you always wanted to do.

Finally, it was the first Monday in May. Lou was still in the van with Nineball, preparing food for her. She remembered you telling her she would look good in a chef’s uniform. She wasn’t actually a chef right now, but she still owes you a hundred bucks.

What if you weren’t gone? Maybe you would be in on the heist too, and you would be the most beautiful woman in her eyes, everyone else in the Met is damned. She knew you would have loved and drooled over the green jumpsuit she was wearing.

The heist was successful, and the ladies were lounging at the loft. Their dillydally was halted when an unexpected guest has stormed the loft. Daphne Kluger.

“You guys are fucked,” the actress huffed. “Wow, nice place.”

“Excuse me, you are trespassing-”

“No, we asked her to come,” Lou cut Tammy’s accusation.

Debbie started to explain how Daphne might have gotten a sense of what they were doing, so they roped the brunette in. Daphne then asserted how she was the one who was saving everyone from insurance fraud. Another revelation had caused panic to those who didn’t know, scared that they might be busted and imprisoned.

“We will not be the prime suspect.”

“Then who will be the prime suspect?”

Lou listed several people like the security guys and the busboy. Their attention was focused on Daphne that they didn’t notice another person coming in. You quietly opened the door in purpose, glancing at each of the women inside. You’d heard the last bit of their conversation and captured their attention by announcing your presence.

“The shady guy who put Debbie away,” you casually commented, walking towards everyone.

“Wow,” Daphne chuckled. “The boyfriend.”

Everyone but Debbie and Daphne was shocked, for the third time around. They didn’t really expect guests today. Lou looked like she had seen a ghost but didn’t take her eyes off you.

“Yup. If they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

You whispered a “Hi, Tam” to your coworker, and took a sit in the middle of her and Daphne. “The precision, right?” the actress turned to you. “The attention to detail, a little grace note that really makes something sing.”

While she was blubbering about how well-thought the job was, she scooted closer to you and put a hand on your thigh. Lou raised an eyebrow at the action, jealousy bubbling in her chest.

“Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, referring to Daphne. “And Y/N? You were in too? How?”

You let the brunette answer first and when she finished, Debbie had answered for you.

“She was our other mole in the Met, aside from you and Nine.”

“Oh, you were an angel, Y/N. She made sure I was okay after hurling my guts out. Much much better company than my date,” Daphne preached, leaning her head on your shoulder. You rest your head on hers in return.

Lou’s jaw was gritted, it was too much for her and she couldn’t look any longer. She looked at Debbie and gave her a perplexed look, asking for further explanation.

The brunette just shrugged her shoulder, knowing it was up to you to talk to Lou. After all, it was the reason she approached you. At first, she had only talked to you about Lou, but later called to ask if you were willing to join in the job. You’d said yes right away.

That night, you saw Lou sitting near the shore. She was staring straight ahead as you sat next to her.

“Lou?”

“You know, I planned to talk to you after we got the money. But you got to me first,” she whispered.

“You have to thank Debs for that.”

Lou chuckled, “Debs? What, you’re on a nickname basis now? She doesn’t even let me call her that.”

“She told me everything. And, I- I’m sorry, Lou. I shouldn’t have left like that, left you worried though you had a job to focus on-”

Lou cut you off as she pulled you in for a hug. “No, Y/N. I should be the one apologizing.”

Her hand was running up and down your back, the touch soothing all of your troubles. You can finally feel at peace. There was no snarling voice at the back of your head, no heavy feeling. You feel like a sailor in the middle of a calm sea.

“I’ll make it up to you, for real, this time,” Lou pulled back, giving you a smile. You nodded in return.

“Although you may have to explain first what was that earlier,” her smile faded, and glared at you playfully.

You were about to ask what she was referring to when you suddenly remembered. You told her how you may or may not have told Daphne that you were on a rough patch and she volunteered to help make Lou jealous. Both of you shared a laugh as she commented on how effective it was that she had to restrain herself from tearing you apart from the actress.

There was no time to waste, you thought as you pressed your lips against Lou’s. The kiss was slow and passionate, the both of you pouring all your feelings out. Her hand entangled itself on the base of your skull as she deepened the kiss, tongue swiping on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You let her dominate you, a soft moan coaxed out of your mouth.

The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Lou’s lips; your hammering heart and the waves lapping gently at the shore.

“I love you, baby,” Lou murmured, both of you breathless.

“I know, Lou. I love you too.��

#cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #lou miller x reader #lou miller #ocean's 8 #ocean's 8 fanfiction #debbie ocean #tammy #daphne kluger