#this turned out surprisingly good though all thongs considered

[skooturmkdootlur]

I used only the most dreadful tools to create this piece (the airbrush)

#i fucking hate airbrush btw never using that shit again #this turned out surprisingly good though all thongs considered #evil art style challenge #digital art #cartoon #cartoonist #digital drawing #digital illustration #art #illustration #original character #my art #artists on tumblr #skootur mkdootlur

[from-the-clouds]

texas sun - joel miller x f!reader - vol. vii

series masterlist | series playlist | writing masterlist | previous chapter |

chapter summary: Reader and Joel try (poorly) to keep their budding relationship hidden from Sarah. pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader words: 6.3k chapter warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY. Angst, PTSD (though not explicitly stated). References to abusive parents. A bit of a drunken brawl. Men being generally shitty and misogynistic. Alcohol and marijuana mention. Fluff. As always please dm if you have questions. a/n: Strap in, ya'll. This chapter is pretty heavy at times but I promise, it'll be worth it. Things have been going well so we needed to bring some drama! Also, some of my links are breaking and I try to update them but as of right now the masterlist should have links to all the chapters ! Also special shoutout to @str84pedro for reminding me to close out the 'Joel getting his wallet back' storyline. And @ay0nha for the Hank Williams joke. tysm my friends.

-June 27th, 2003-

“Joel.” 

Pleasure swirls low in your belly, his name comes out as a throaty moan.  

“Aren’t you-oh, fuck,” you manage. “-worried y-your neighbors might see?”

You’re splayed open on one of the patio chairs in his backyard, fingers curled in his hair. The dress you’d worn is hiked over your hips, thong pushed to the side. Joel has long since pulled your legs apart, one of them hooked over the cool metal arm of the chair, the other pressed against his cheek, his beard rubbing your skin raw. 

“No.” His lips pull away from the suction they have on your clit, but the two fingers he’s got inside you continue to work diligently, scissoring and curling against a spot deep within you that serves as the cause for all your stuttering. “They shouldn’t be lookin’ over the fence,” he murmurs, voice surprisingly clear and steady considering what he’s doing to you. “And if you stay quiet, you won’t give them a reason to.” 

Joel hums contentedly as he latches his mouth back against the sensitive bud, sucking furiously, and you do as you’re told, panting into your palm to keep your whimpers to yourself. It’s Joel who seems to be struggling the most to stay quiet, especially when you arch your back to press your hips into his face, and he moans against you. He loves going down on you – you’ve learned through lots of experience. As if to prove it, you look down to where he’s knelt between your legs and see that his free hand is squeezing himself over his jeans. 

It’s only been ten minutes since you walked through his front door. Currently, you can’t remember what your plans had been for the night. Seeing a movie? Going to dinner? For a walk? Your brain is mush. But Joel had suggested you have a quick drink on his back patio before leaving and, well…here you are. 

You can’t get enough of Joel, and yet, you never have to ask for him. When you have plans, they’re often abandoned, and you end up tangled in bedsheets together. Whether it’s his place or yours, he’s taken you everywhere and every way you can think of, but you still want more. He is just as insatiable. 

Sarah has been away at camp for two weeks now, which means you’d actually gotten to spend an entire weekend together. This past Saturday, Joel had made good on a promise to spend an entire day in bed with you, and then Sunday was spent the same way after he’d revealed to you he had never had sex stoned. Well, we need to fix that, you’d said. It felt like a huge accomplishment when you were able to drag yourselves out of bed and clean up for long enough to grab a meal at a 24-hour diner that wasn’t far down the road. Such a short drive, even, that when you’d tried to suck him off in the car on the way home Joel had said there ‘wasn’t enough time.’ 

Of course, most of your flings started off with this phase, but Joel still found ways to surprise you at every turn. You didn’t know it was possible to be with someone who was so thoughtful, so sincere. It was easy to trust him, to be yourself with him, even if you were still learning how.

Tonight is your last night alone before Sarah returns from camp, and Joel’s determined to use it to his full advantage.  

After you’ve come on his fingers, against his tongue – and he talks you through it – Joel pulls you onto his lap. He’s still on his knees, crushing you against him, and you can feel him straining through his jeans.  

“We’re not gonna make it to the movie, are we?” It’s more of an observation than it is anything else, pulling back from one of his greedy kisses.

“You wouldn’t be upset if we didn’t go, would you?” There’s some sincerity in his expression, like he almost feels bad. 

“Stay here with you, or go see a terrible action movie?” you say, shaking your head, steadying your breathing. “That’s a tough one.”

Joel rolls his eyes, but doesn’t hide his smile. “Want to go upstairs?” 

“Sure.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At this point you’ve been in Joel’s room more than once. But you notice new things each time. There’s photos of him and Sarah he has framed on his dresser, one from when she’s just a toddler, and he looks not much older than a kid himself. He has a stack of books there too, but they’re collecting dust, one of them is some sort of thick construction manual, and the other is titled Everything You Need To Know About Creating a Startup. You would sooner crack those open than you would your old law textbooks. There’s always a pile of clothes on the floor, and you don’t think the chair in the corner has ever not had a couple pairs of his work jeans strewn over the back.

Joel lays back on the bed, stretches out like a cat, his arms above his head, flannel and t-shirt combo lifting to reveal the swathe of hair that trails down and disappears into his jeans. You’re well accustomed to his body at this point, but it still doesn’t stop your stomach from flipping every time any inch of his skin is revealed to you. The muscles in his biceps flex as he props his head back on his forearm, looks over at you, pausing in the threshold. “Why are you bein’ shy all the sudden?”

“Can’t I just look at you?” 

Joel’s face gets flushed, or at least, it sort of looks like it does, and he holds a hand towards you. “Get over here.” 

You step forward to take his hand, and he tugs you onto him, shifting his weight so the line of his body is pressed against yours. Since he’s already gotten you off, and you had a few moments apart while walking upstairs, you’ve both calmed down a little, and the kisses he gives you are lazy, exploratory. 

Outside, all the light has nearly left the sky. A cool breeze filters through his open windows, the sheer curtains billowing out. When you shiver, Joel pulls you closer, one broad, warm palm raking up your arm, brushing over pebbled skin. 

Joel makes love to you slowly, languidly, hovering over you. This isn’t new, it’s how he always seems to like it. Before, it had never been your favorite. You used to think it meant there was a lack of enthusiasm, but you must have been with the wrong people. With Joel, it just makes sense. You’re still able to taste the desperation dripping off of him when you trace your tongue along his collarbone, and can feel how badly he wants you in the unhurried drag of his fingertips. The way he touches you, so confident, but also so tenderly, makes you feel insane. All you want to do is take and take. And he’s so eager to give it to you. 

When you wake the next morning, your cheek is resting on his sternum, and his palm in the dip of your spine. Window still open from the night before, you can hear the morning doves calling – probably what woke you to begin with. Something you’ve learned is that when given the chance, Joel loves to sleep. You do too, obviously, but it doesn’t seem to come as easily. So when you tilt your head back to look up at him, you’re surprised to find him already awake. Sunlight glitters off the amber in his eyes, and there’s such a warmth to his gaze that your first instinct is to turn away. 

But you don’t. You let him kiss you, let his beard tickle your neck. 

“I love waking up next to you,” Joel whispers. 

Even though you’re too afraid to say anything in return, he doesn’t hold it against you. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

-July 5, 2003-

Sarah answers the door to her house before your knuckles can even make contact with the wood. She all-but pounces on you as you step over the threshold, wrapping you in a hug that’s so tight you barely can breath, and pulling back before you can return it. “How are you? Where have you been?” 

“I’m good, just busy,” She’s been back for a week and you still haven't had a chance to see her. Work has been hectic, and you’d even had to work during the holiday yesterday to meet a deadline for a new client. “I’ve missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” she gives you another quick hug.

You wait for her to pull back before she speaks again. “How was camp?”

“So much fun,” she nods. “But I got eaten alive by mosquitos so I’m kind of happy to be home.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I don’t know how well I’d do out in the wilderness for so long.”

“Oh yeah,” Sarah raises her eyebrows. “The New Yawk-er,” she says with an unconvincing accent, but grimaces. “Sorry, that was bad.”

“We’ll work on it,” you pat her shoulder.

There’s a fresh smattering of freckles across her nose from the days she’s spent outside under the Texan sun, which is unrelenting this time of year. It also seems she’s grown another inch since the last time you’d seen her, but you can’t be certain. “My dad is upstairs. Running late as usual,” she says, rolling her eyes. “You can come in. I have so much to tell you.”

You act tentative, because as far as she knows, this is your first time in her home. When you sit on the couch, she plops next to you, leaning against the cushions. “What’s this?” you reach for one of the many photos strewn out across the coffee table. 

“Oh, that’s my dad and his brother when they were kids.” The photo is of the two young boys seated in a red wagon. Tommy’s got a half-eaten strawberry in his hand, his lips and cheeks stained red. And he’s leaning back against Joel, who's wearing a cowboy hat that’s far too big for him, his plump cheek resting on the top of his brother’s dark curls. You are ashamed by the twinge of bitter longing that twists in your gut when you see their carefree smiles, despite it being one of the sweetest one of the sweetest things you’ve ever seen. But you’re even more ashamed that for one quick second, you wonder what Joel would look like with a son that age. Would he be just as adorable? “My dad was going through a bunch of old family photos the other day,” Sarah says. 

“Cute,” you observe. 

But Sarah doesn’t seem as interested in them as you do, so to avoid any suspicion, you put the photo down. You let her recount her trip, starting with day one, and moving on. Sarah explains what it was like to live in a cabin for a week, to sleep for a night under the stars. She learned archery, and swam, and rode horses, and hiked, and wove friendship bracelets with the other girls there. She shows you one of the multicolored woven bracelets on her wrist, and pulls an identical one out of her pocket to fasten around your own. It’s so thoughtful you aren’t quite sure how to thank her, and you’re hit with a fresh wave of guilt over the secret you’ve been keeping. It had been easier to ignore when she wasn’t around. 

You hear Joel shuffling down the stairs before he comes into view. “You ready, babygirl?”

“Yeah,” Sarah answers. “We’re waiting.”

“Hey,” Joel says when he reaches the landing. He pauses, looks between you and Sarah, huddled on the couch together, and then nods at you once. “Nice to see you.” 

“You too,” you say, rather rigidly. “Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Of course,” he says over his shoulder as he heads into the kitchen. He’s trying so hard to be nonchalant, you almost buy it. Almost.

The county fair only lasts a week, and tonight is the last night you’re able to go. Sarah had called you at work a few days earlier to invite you. She seemed adamant that although it was a yearly tradition to go with Joel, she wanted you there. I asked my dad already and he said it was fine. It had been awhile since you’d gone to a carnival, and you weren’t one to turn down the opportunity to eat a funnel cake and drink some fresh-squeezed lemonade. 

“Alright,” Joel returns from the kitchen with his car keys, all business. “Let’s head out.” 

He holds the door open as Sarah filters outside, followed by you. But you stop yourself in the threshold, turning to Joel. “Did you remember your wallet?” You ask him out of habit, because historically speaking, he’s always leaving it behind. 

Joel pats his pockets, groans, throwing his head back. “Shit.” and then disappears back inside. Briefly, you worry that Sarah might have picked up on the implications of the question – maybe you know him a little too well – but she doesn’t even seem to be paying attention, and you scold yourself for being so paranoid. 

“Good catch,” Joel says as he exits the house, stuffing his wallet into his back pocket. He grins at you and Sarah. 

You bite back a teasing remark. Are you sure you’re the oldest child in your family? Sometimes he seems just a tad too frazzled, forgetful. That might’ve drawn a laugh from him, or a pointed ‘Shut Up’. But you’ve got to keep that sort of thing to yourself, if you can.

You pile into the car, Sarah in the back and you on the passengers side, but it doesn’t stop her from leaning forward to stay in the conversation while Joel puts his elbow over the bench seat and looks over his shoulder to back out of the driveway. It’s a hot night, so he’s only got on a fitted t-shirt that’s a tad too tight through his chest and upper body. You do everything in your power not to let your gaze linger on him. It’s hard to believe someone could make putting a car in reverse sexy, but if anyone could do it, it’s Joel. 

“Do you like The Chicks?” Sarah asks from behind you, once you’re on the road. 

“I don’t listen to much country music,” you’re honest. 

“You live in Texas,” Joel interjects. 

“Yeah, you live in Texas,” Sarah echoes. “I think you’ll like them. Dad, will you play my favorite song?” She nudges you to get your attention. “He finally fixed his radio.”

“Is your seatbelt on?” Joel does a double-take when he notices how far up she’s sitting. 

“Yes, I actually can get a pretty good range of motion with this thing.”

“Well it needs to go across your shoulders,” Joel adjusts his rearview mirror so he can see Sarah better. 

“It is, Dad,” she chastises. “Can you please play the song?”

You smirk. Joel puts one of the discs sitting in his center console into the CD player, and then skips forward two tracks. 

“Turn it up,” Sarah says immediately as the first few bars of quiet guitar kick in. 

“I should’ve never bought you this album,” Joel grumbles, but reaches out and obeys. 

I said I wanna touch the earth, I wanna break it in my hands, I wanna grow something wild and unruly….

“Are you going to learn to play this on guitar like I asked?” she questions Joel, who is focused on the road.

“No,” he deadpans.

Oh, you play guitar? You’re tempted to ask, like he doesn’t put on a show for you every time you decide to get stoned on your back porch – which has been often, lately. But it seems a little too risky, so you keep your mouth shut. It’s better right now to be an observer.

“Why not?” Sarah asks. 

“Not my style.”

“It might be good to expand your catalog outside of Hank Williams and Johnny Cash,” Sarah encourages. 

“I play more than just them,” Joel defends himself.

“Whatever you say,” Sarah says, but looks over at you as though she’s skeptical. You grin and roll down your window. 

I said, cowboy take me away, fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue…

“Turn it up,” Sarah prompts again.

Joel pretends like he doesn’t hear her, so when she requests again, you reach out to do it. Instantly, you’re met with a firm, smack on the back of your hand. “It’s loud enough,” he says.

“Dad!” Sarah exclaims, and seems almost shocked that he would do such a thing, offended on your behalf.

Joel doesn’t turn from the road. “She’s fine.”

“Ouch,” you dramatize, shaking out your hand, egged on by Sarah. 

“Oh, come on, I barely touched you,” Joel reaches out, squeezing your hand gently in response. A force of habit. For a second, you’ve both forgotten where you are, who you are with. Joel pulls away, clears his throat and looks back at the road. “You’re fine.”

You know if you look for Sarah’s reaction, you’ll give yourself away. So instead you continue to antagonize. “What if I was turning it up for myself?” 

“Yeah, dad. It’s a really good song.”

“It is,” you nod. “I’m enjoying it.”

“Stop that. Don’t encourage her,” Joel warns you. 

You reach back out to turn up the radio. 

“Oh, come on,” Joel rolls his eyes, realizing he’s outnumbered, but he sort of laughs as he does it, running his hand through his hair. 

I wanna be the only one for miles and miles, except for maybe you and your simple smile…

You look over your shoulder to wink at Sarah, who is beaming. Satisfied now that the music is blaring from the truck’s speakers, she settles back against her seat and looks out the window, the wind tousling her hair, her sweet voice singing along faintly to the rest of the song. Joel gives you a sidelong glance when she’s not looking, the same unidentifiable warmth in his eyes that you had seen last weekend, and you let your eyes remain on him for another moment, before forcing yourself to turn away. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The sun is down, and the lights of the carnival glitter and twinkle as you weave through the crowd. Sarah’s arm linked through your own, the other around a giant stuffed teddy bear you’d somehow managed to win at the shooting gallery booth. All those summers of your brother forcing you to play ‘target practice’ with his BB gun when you were supposed to be honing your serve finally paid off. There’s a band playing swing music somewhere, but there are so many people around, and you’ve sort of lost your spatial awareness. Joel and Sarah both seem to know where they are going, so you stick with them. 

Every now and then, in the fleeting moments when Sarah runs up ahead of you, or turns her back to look at something, Joel will take her place. You had been a little worried that your teasing in the car may have gone too far, but he doesn’t seem upset. It’s quite the opposite, really. He’ll wind an arm around your waist, put his lips to your temple, squeeze your hand. He seems completely at ease despite the relative chaos around you, and always manages to pull himself away just in time. 

“Should we go into the funhouse?” Sarah asks, after your little group has pulled off to the side. 

“Eh,” you wrinkle your nose. “I’ll pass.”

“What?” she’s incredulous. “No! You have to, come on.”

“I don’t really want to,” you shake your head. 

“Why not?”

“Sarah,” Joel interjects. “She said no.”

“They make me claustrophobic,” you say, tone much softer than her father’s. You were pretty sure you’d be fine, but it seems dumb to traumatize yourself doing something that’s quite literally supposed to be fun.

Surprisingly, Sarah doesn’t continue to press, and instead turns to her father. “I think I’ll stay back,” Joel says. “But you go ahead. We’ll wait.” 

“Ugh, lame,” Sarah rolls her eyes, but doesn’t protest, pushing the giant stuffed teddy bear towards it. Joel tucks it under his arm – he’s already holding a bag of popcorn, and she bounds off.

“I didn’t know you were claustrophobic,” Joel says, his eyes locked on Sarah until he sees her disappear into the attraction. Then he turns to you.

“Only in specific situations,” you explain. “Plus, did you know that funhouses were originally invented to give people panic attacks?”

“What? Really?”

“No,” you say. “I just made that up.” 

Joel shakes his head. “I guess if I’m thinking about movies I’ve seen, nothing good ever comes from a funhouse.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Carnivals in general don’t usually great media representation.” 

“Well, I hope you’re having fun at this one.”

“I am,” you smile at Joel. The crowd is just tipsy enough to be pleasant, and it’s not late enough in the evening for any children to be having the tired-hungry-overstimulated meltdown yet. Plus, you’re in good company. “Are you?”

“I would be havin’ more fun if I didn’t have to watch you walk in front of me in that little dress all night.”

You look down at the floral sundress you’re wearing. It’s very flattering and feminine, and felt right for the hot summer evening. “You don’t like it?”

“No,” Joel says. “I like it a little too much.”

“Oh,” you nod. “I mean….I did sort of wear it because I figured you would.”

“Darlin’,” Joel puts his head back and groans dramatically. “Please don’t tell me that.”

“What’s the issue?”

“Because I can’t touch you. I could now, but instead I’ve gotta carry all her shit.”

You snort, amused, crossing your arms. “You’re in the trenches, huh?”

“Exactly. At least you understand,” Joel smirks. You’re unable to resist the urge to lean close enough to wrap your arms around his torso and kiss him, despite being rather out in the open. Joel lets out a noise that sounds like relief, hand on your waist, keeping you from pulling back. 

“How long do you think she’ll be gone?” His eyes flick behind you towards the funhouse. “Think we could sneak off, pay off a carnie to keep watch so we could- what’s that face?” 

“Nothing,” you shake your head. “You’ve clearly thought this through…”

“Well, I’ve been third wheeling all night so I had time to get creative,” Joel drops his hand from you and turns you both around so you can see in between two booth games. “You see over there, between those two tents…there’s a dumpster-”

“Sounds hot…”

“Right?”

“...And also kind of like the beginning of an episode of Law & Order.”

Joel loses it, and you steal a bite of popcorn from the bag in his hand to hide how satisfied you are at making him laugh so hard. You nudge him in the ribs with your elbow when his hand goes to cover his eyes. 

“What’s so funny?”

The smile doesn’t leave your face as quickly as Joel’s does when you both pivot to find Sarah standing behind you. “Hey babygirl,” he offers a weak grin. “That was quick.”

“Yeah,” she says, smiling. “There wasn’t a line.”

You try not to act suspicious, but you’re wondering how much she heard. Apparently, not enough to be skeptical, because she continues on. “And you’re right,” she looks at you. “It wasn’t very fun.” 

“Yeah,” you nod, reaching to take some more popcorn out of the bag in Joel’s hand, hoping it just seems like a nonchalant, platonic thing. “They’re kind of a lot right?”

She nods, shrugs, and then reaches for the popcorn herself. You might be in the clear, and make a pointed effort to keep more distance between you and Joel for the rest of the night.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Do you think we should stop for another snack?” Sarah asks, like you haven’t already eaten your weight in junk this evening. But you’ve arrived at a little picnic area surrounded by food trucks and vendors. “Maybe we can sit down for a little.”

“That sounds nice,” Joel says. “Why don’t you two get in line, I’m gonna run to put this in the car.” He lifts the prize you’d given to Sarah up with a grimace. Somehow, he ended up carrying the plush bear all night.

“Is it too heavy for you?” Sarah teases. Joel doesn’t even answer, just rolls his eyes and turns around. 

“I’ll be back,” he calls over his shoulder. 

Sarah’s giggles subside and Joel disappears into the crowd. 

“Where do you wanna go?” you ask her, putting your hands on your hips and taking in the area. At this point in the night, many people attending appear to be fairly plastered. At this point in the evening, most of the families with younger children have cleared out, and it’s well past dinner time, so there aren’t a ton of people hanging in the area. “I probably owe you dinner. And your dad a beer, since he’s paid for everything.” 

“He’d like that,” Sarah says. “I’m glad you two are friends.”

“Oh?” you glance over at her. “Yeah, me too.” Sarah just stares at you, doesn’t say anything. “You have a nice family. You, your dad, your Uncle Tommy…”

Sarah just keeps studying you.

“What?” 

Her eyes narrow, just a touch. You recall what Joel had told you about her picking up your mannerisms, but you never realized how horrible it was to be on the other side. Still, it was you, who had taught her this, so you do your best to appear confused. What do you want from me? It works, and she smiles, shakes her head, then looks at the ground. “Nothin’,” when she looks back up, there’s something melancholy about her expression, and she kicks the toe of her Converse into the gravel. “Can we get a funnel cake?” 

“Lead the way.”

As you follow her to the food truck, her petite form gets jostled by some of the patrons waiting in line near a drink stand. You have to squeeze through them to get by. There’s a picnic table near the walkway where a bunch of men sit – hunched over, listening to a man on the end of the bench tell a very animated story. Several empty draft cups and beer bottles are stacked or lined up on their table, and the sickeningly sweet smell of the tipped cigarillos they’re smoking makes your nostrils burn.

Just as Sarah’s about to pass them, the man talking stretches his arms wide, and the hand that just so happens to be clutching a solo cup filled to the brim reaches out directly into Sarah’s path. 

It’s too late. She collides with his arm, and the beer is knocked from his hand, landing on the picnic table and spraying everyone in the vicinity with liquid and sticky foam. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Sarah says, putting her hand over her mouth, genuinely apologetic. 

And that’s where it should’ve ended. 

“What the fuck?” the man, who looks to be about your age, maybe a little older, gives her a once over. 

You reach Sarah. “Are you alright?” you ask, stepping between her and the man, turning her away from his nasty glare. Before she can answer, he speaks up again.

“You better learn to watch where you’re fucking going, girl!”

Sarah’s jaw drops, even though she’s staring at the gravel. You turn to face the man. “Hey,” you keep your voice light. “Calm down, dude, it was an accident.”

“Oh, it was an accident?” The man looks down at his shirt, soaked through, then back up at you, his hand landing on the table. “Seems like a pretty big fuckin’ accident.”

“She said sorry,” you shrug. And if you really want to get down to brass tacks, asshole, it was totally your fault, you think, but you keep your cool.

The man drags himself to his feet. Your head tilts back to look at him, notice how he hulks over you, and you ignore the feeling of your heart rate picking up. But you stand your ground, pushing Sarah backwards without looking, hoping to put some space between her and what is becoming an increasingly ridiculous situation. Who the fuck picks a fight with a middle school girl?

“Are you at least gonna pay for another round?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you pretend to reach for your purse, even though you have no intention of giving him any money. Prick. You can’t help yourself. “You’re at a county fair in Texas, what do you want, like, two dollars?” 

The man flicks the plastic tip of his cigar onto the ground. For a brief moment, your eyes float towards the men at the table behind him. Some of them are watching, seemingly amused, while others stare at the table. Like they know they should be doing something about this, but they aren’t. They won’t. Typical. 

The truth is, you’re scared. You’ve been here before. Helpless, praying that some adult would intervene - and being let down every time. Surely, someone had to know. Surely, someone could’ve helped you. In the end, you had to do what you were doing now. Look out for yourself.

“Shut the fuck up, you fuckin’ cunt.” He says it like it’s supposed to end the conversation. But being a woman who's been on her own most of her adult life, and regularly seen as a threat to men’s fragile egos, you give him zero points for creativity. 

Your fatal flaw is your mouth. It can get you into trouble, it can get you out of trouble, but one thing is certain; when you’re angry, you always have shit to say. 

“Is that all you got?” you ask. 

Any bit of bravery that remains vanishes entirely when the man’s hand rises. You take a step backward but know it’s too late, flinching in anticipation. Sarah, who's huddled behind you, clings to your waist, and you nearly topple over her but luckily, you don’t lose your footing. 

The impact never comes. 

Well, not for you, at least. 

Joel has materialized, seemingly out of nowhere, and his hands are fisted in the collar of the man’s shirt. He’s yelling something unintelligible, and it doesn’t really register because you are too focused on the fact that he looks like a wild fucking animal – teeth bared into a nasty snarl, his voice gravelly. Your Joel, the sweet and gentle man who you’ve come to care so much about looks positively feral. 

Of course, it’s only then that the other men at the table decide to intervene. It takes three of them to pull Joel off before he can do any significant damage, and they all scatter, heading out in the opposite direction. 

You can’t move. It could’ve been worse, you think. There wasn’t even a punch thrown. But it caught enough attention from the crowd that you can hear people murmuring amongst themselves now, like they deserved to have an opinion as bystanders. 

Sarah releases her grip from you as Joel makes his way back towards you both, looking shockingly calm after what you’d just seen him do. His daughter tucks herself against his chest, he murmurs something into her hair. You’re still frozen in place, but you manage to turn your head away from the scene, sniff, and straighten up. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Joel’s voice is in your ear, his hand is on your shoulder, his face coming into view. For one split second, you’re struck by the impulse to pitch forward, to bury your face into his chest and allow yourself to be comforted. That’s until you see Sarah under his opposite arm and you remember where you are. You’re not a child. 

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Like he doesn’t believe you. You nod, step away enough that his hand drops off of you, and you cross your arms. “I saw what he-”

“I’m fine,” you put every bit of venom that you can into your voice without letting it crack, and you see the change in his face. Whiplash. Oops. That’s too far in the opposite direction. “Really, I’m good,” you say, much more gently this time. Then you force a smile, before realizing that even if you are okay, it’s not really appropriate to smile in this type of situation so you abandon that strategy. 

Breathe. Reset. 

Reaching out, you squeeze Sarah’s arm. Her eyes are red-rimmed, her cheeks wet, but she doesn’t appear to be crying anymore. “Are you alright?” you ask her. 

Sarah nods, relaxing slightly. “Thanks for sticking up for me.”

“Of course,” you answer, and now that you’ve shoved every emotion that came bubbling up back to their rightful place, you’re able to offer: “Guess I’m not too great at deescalating.”

“Well, he wasn’t very nice.”

“He was a fucking asshole,” Joel rubs her back, but doesn’t release her. It’s only then you can see he’s still on high alert. “But I think that’s our cue to get out of here.” 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Keeping control of your emotions, as you have gotten older, does not work as well as it used to. And this…event….feels like you’ve gone to pull a loose thread off a sweater, only to realize it was the one that held the whole damned thing together. You don’t realize until it’s too late, and the next thing you know, you’re on the floor of your closet, scraps of fabric all over the floor, and no idea what to do with them. Oh, and it’s cold outside, so now you have nothing to wear. 

In the car on the way home. Sarah and Joel chat a bit. They go over everything that happened in detail, starting with the spilled beer. You don’t speak. You can feel your heartbeat thrumming in your body, your jaw clenched so tightly it’s begun to ache. It’s hard to tell if you want to scream or cry – maybe both, but as the whole situation solidifies itself in your memory, you’re starting to feel like it might be more of the latter. And you just want to get home, so when it happens, you can be alone.

It’s not great to know that you have fucked up the whole vibe. Unfortunately, you cannot give anything else right now. Joel keeps looking over at you, and you imagine he thinks you’re acting pretty pathetic. 

Joel pulls into his driveway, puts the car in park, and you can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Until he speaks up. 

“Sarah, can you give us a minute?” he asks, and you hear his car keys jingle. Elbow on the window frame, fist pressed against your nose, you stare at the dashboard. “I’ll be inside in a little bit.”

“Yeah…” Sarah answers, though she sounds timid. There’s the click of a seatbelt, and she slides out of the car on your side. As she passes your open window, she pats your shoulder gently, and you nod. You watch her walk up the path to her front door and ignore the feeling of Joel’s eyes on you. 

He says your name, and you give in, turn to look at him, just for a second. “Thank you for looking out for her,” So earnestly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier.”

“Yeah, well….it wasn’t your fault.” 

“It wasn’t yours, either.”

“Yeah.”

The front door slams closed. Sarah’s inside, and Joel reaches out, moves a bit closer to you. He lays his hand on the side of your face, guiding you to look at him. You can’t meet his eyes, or he might see right through you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Has something like that-?” 

You know what he’s getting at. You don’t need to hear the rest of the question. “No.”

"Please," Joel takes a deep breath, dropping his eyes. “You can tell me the truth.”

You hate that he knows you’re not. And you hate yourself for hurting him, for being so cruel and dismissive when he’s only trying to help. But what is going to happen if he knows you? If he really knows who you are? “Joel,” you shake your head. “I can’t get into it.” 

“Okay,” he says, nods. 

“But….” you raise your hand, let it clasp around his wrist, over his watch. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Why don’t you come inside for a little, huh?” He asks. “Watch a movie with Sarah and I?”

“I don’t know, I-” You’re not sure how much longer you can keep the tears to yourself. You’d been planning on letting them out the second you walk inside, and bottling them up for more time sounds excruciating. So what are your valid excuses? “She might figure out that-”

Joel shakes his head. “I don’t care about that right now.”

“It’s late.” You say, as if you’re actually going to sleep tonight.

“You just spent the whole night with us. What’s another hour or two?” 

Those were your two best shots. Joel finally asks. He’s pleading with you, you can see in his face. This is for him. It’s not even about you. Well, it is. But it’s sincere. He’s not just pitying you. “Alright.” 

Sarah seems just as relieved to see you walk through the front door as Joel had been when you agreed. She sits between you on the couch while you watch some shitty action movie Joel picked out, and falls asleep curled up against his side. Once her measured breathing fills the room, Joel reaches over to clasp your hand, thumb rubbing over the back of your palm, and he doesn’t let go.  

Your plans to end the night crying yourself to sleep are long forgotten by the time you get home.

-----

taglist: @netflix-imagines @waymorecake4me @yaskna@venomous-ko@lomljigg@yeehawbitchs@ay0nha @eldahae @lol-im-done@melancholicmelanin@reggies-floatie @omniscientqueer@superflymaterial@mikkorantanev@zbeez-outlet @nadja-antipaxos @strawberri-blonde @jabbajambler @ponyboys-sunsets @kyuupidwrites @r4efromvenus @loveatfirstsight-atlastsight @korianderbandit @nicoleoeoeoe @hotgirlsshareaccounts @madisonred88 @crustyrustydusty @sflame15-blog @issybee0611 @darkemeralddiamond @grandmana @totallynotastanacc @ay0nha @virgogaia @lunarxeclipse @marysucks-blog @jabbajambler @surazim @naiomiwinchester @raindrcpsangel @dorotheapascal @mythical-mushrooms13 @chernayawidow @user294829329 @gushington-central @hollyismentallyillhelp @dresseduplikeacarcrash @corvusmorte @aheartgonewild @19891213 @emoslave44 @elthreetimes @gushington-central @peqchsoup @dresseduplikeacarcrash @user294829329

-

-

-

#IM SORRY #but also.... #a first little glimpse at PROTECTIVE JOEL #obviously fucked up situation aside....we love it #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller series #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #the last of us #the last of us writing #tlou #tlou writing #pedro pascal #troy baker #sarah miller #tommy miller #pre-outbreak! joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo

[householdcle]

through underwear range works best when

Also, stay clean and hairless down there. Before this uncertainty, people were so engaged in their tight schedule that they couldn&39;t brush up their knowledge regarding sheer underwear or any sort of lingerie but now when we are all spending more time at home than usual right now, we have enough time to learn the basics about lingerie. Third, no more body odor.Sheer lingerie is one of the beautiful forms of men&39;s lingerie. To smell good you should invest in a signature cologne. Another important tip to look the best in such erotic underwear is, paying attention to your posture. Your skin can be truly flaunted for its best potential benefit in sheer underwear. Surprisingly, women China Wholesale Wet Wipes Material have a thing for confident men. Is she fond of sheer Thongs or bikini? Which fabric( Lace, Sheer, or Mesh) is her favorite? Which is her favorite color? Well, its always good to care about your partner&39;s likes and dislikes. 

Experts are well aware of facts that look great and what not but if we talk about newbie, they need to work a lot. Ensure that you&39;re picking a color and tone of fabric that consummately matches with your specific skin tones. Besides that, you have enough time to get well-versed with the quick tips for sheer underwear.. 1. Feeling smelly has been shown to reduce confidence in men so much that they become less attractive. For a cheap and easy hack, try running a length of duct tape on your spine - if you slouch, the pull on the tape will remind you to straighten up! Though it sounds weird if it is full of benefits, there is no harm in giving it a try. These inconspicuous materials are very lightweight and delicate on the skin: watch out for installations of fixtures to ensure they don&39;t reduce your general solace.

 Though the right measurement is important but stressing about that is not done: If you feel mesh underwear looks good on you, go for it. They should invest in great-fitting as well as great-looking underwear to build your wardrobe.Know your audience and their likes and dislikes: Regardless of whether it is your girlfriend or wife, be certain that you look for something which turns her on. If you have confidence, people will turn their heads to get your glance. Be wise in case of men&39;s sheer underwear: Sheer lingerie which is a part of the see-through underwear range works best when it&39;s elegant and easy. Make comfort your top-most priority: Perhaps the best piece of wearing men&39;s sheer underwear is the solace factor so don&39;t ruin the involvement in components that you may discover awkward. Play with contrast, or locate the ideal naked with flaunting a weaved adornment. 

Of course, you should take a stab at something other than what&39;s expected, however, don&39;t cause her to feel awkward so before getting to any conclusion think about styles which she likes. Wear sheer underwear as if you own it: To look great in any sort of outfit confidence is the only thing which matters. Most sheer lingerie is produced using fabrics, for example, Nylon, Mesh, or Lace. 3. 4. And if you are confused between online brands, check a website called Mensuas and thank us later. For some, it takes the world of undergarments to a completely unexplored place. If you feel you look no else then Brad Pitt in sheer underwear, go for it it&39;s all about giving chance to that style of see-through underwear which looks great on you. 5. Science shows that when we stand taller, we feel better about ourselves. Consider what you most need to flaunt about these semi-translucent styles.

[guns-in-the-desert]

Germany NSFW A-Z

I’m super excited to post this, I worked hella hard, so here it is.

A= Aftercare

   He’s not the best at it, as being soft and comforting isn’t in his nature. It takes him a while to get good at it, and when he does, it’s super routine, almost robotic (let’s be honest, he made a checklist.). Step 1. Ask if  you're alright, Step 2. Wipe you down, and so on and so forth.

B= Body Part

  Not to be basic but, your boobs are hands down his favorite part of your body, he loves to squeeze them, even when y’all aren’t fucking, he’ll play with them without even realizing, bonus points if you have sensitive nipples. On him he really likes his arms, he likes how they look around your waist, and how easily he can pick you up.

C= Cum

  Ludwig is a Super neat person, so he likes a quick and easy clean up. He likes to nut inside you/a condom or in your mouth, not only does he think it’s hella hot, but also there's little to no mess, it’s 10/10 for him.

D= Dirty secret

  He would die before telling anyone this, but he steals your panties, not that you don't know, he’s quite bad at returning them, so you notice them missing. He really wants to stop, but he just thinks it’s so hot, and they remind him of the different times you've done it, for example: You wore that pink velvet thong the first time he tied you up. P.S they're not always clean when he takes them, at this point don’t even let him do laundry

E= Experience

  He’s not as experienced as you might think, he’s quite awkward actually. He’s done it a few times, but he still can’t can’t look at your bare body without blushing, watches HELLA porn though , but don’t expect him to admit it.

F= Favorite Position

  He absolutely LOVES fucking you against the wall, you would never know it, but he’s kind of a show off. This position shows off his strength (and his biceps), plus he gets to feel your tits against him, it’s a win win situation for him.

G= Goofy (is he more serious or goofy in bed)

 This man ain’t even goofy in day to day life, like, at all. Y’all know damn well he did not come to play any kind of games with you, I wish you would try and crack a joke while his dick is out.

H= Hair

  He's neat, he trims regularly, he's well maintained and well groomed, would never shave it completely off (he gets cold) because it makes him feel less manly

I= Intimacy

  He’s not goofy, also not very intimate, he’s quite aggressive, being gentle isn’t in his nature, not that he’s trying to be during sex, like italy said in the show “he’s like some sort of super sadist.”.

J= Jack off

  He jacks off, a lot, don't ask him though, he’d practically deny knowing what masturbating is, claims it’s “DISGUSTANG”, despite literally getting porn for christmas. You've caught him in compromising positions multiple times, still denies ever doing though.

K= Kink

  “He's like some sort of super sadist.” Italy said it best will literally rock your shit for the hell of it. Flogging, spit, bondage, the whole nine yards, know s, almost no limits, will he slap you across your face and call you a whore? Yes. Will he choke you until your face turns blue? Yes. Will he tie you with a vibrator and leave you for hours? Definitely. Will he make you walk on a leash and sleep in a dog bed? Absolutely. Can he look at your tits, without blushing? Of course not, what are you, fuckin crazy?

L= Location

  The bed, he does NOT want to even risk getting caught, he’d be WAY too embarrassed. He decided to get frisky in the living room once, and Gil walked in. He didn’t fuck you for a week and he didn’t talk to his brother for a month, partially because Gilbert’s and asshole and takes every oppurtunity he has to bully his younger brother, partially due to embarrassment. 

M= Motivation

  Almost everything, surprisingly, he’s actually a pretty horny dude, but if you really wanna get him going, beg, he loves to see you beg, you could also crawl around on the floor in low cut top, and skirt in front of him, but don’t be surprised if you get a collar the next day.

N= No

  Will not, and I mean NEVER ever even consider sharing you under any circumstances. He doesn't care how much you beg and plead. Why would you want somebody else with y’all is there something he’s doing wrong, ask him again, I dare you, you'll get your ass beat, I mean it, in the hottest way possible of course.

O= Oral

  Ludwig prefers receiving, and even though you’re doing the sucking, he’s doing the work. Really rough, so don't be surprised if cum is coming out of your nose by the end of it. When it comes to giving, my guy had a stiff ass tongue at first, like he licked your pussy mad hard, he figured it out eventually, thank god.

P= Pace

  Surprise surprise, he’s mad rough, but does find a pace and a rhythm quite quickly, which is a really good trait not many people have (I assume) it’s easy to get into, which is always pleasant. It goes very smoothly.

Q= Quickies 

  Not the biggest fan of quickies but he’ll do them nonetheless, they just aren’t his favorite, he’d pick it over masturbation, not that he does that of course, your always a better option with his hand.

R= Risk

  He takes risks in the sense that he likes to experiment with new toys, kinks, roleplays, etc. not with location though, he sticks to the bedroom and the shower exclusively, and he's even iffy about that.

S= Stamina

  This man spent a decent chunk of the show running, so he can and will go for hours. It's kind of insane. 

T= Toys

  Yes, of course, ropes, vibrators, flogs, you name it, he's got it, it’s as simple as that.

U= Unfair

  While foreplay lasts for quite a while, he isn’t much of a tease. With the exception of the occasional orgasm denial, he’s pretty straight to the point. He doesn't see a reason to drag things out when it’s not necessary. Like if you're  getting flogged, you're getting flogged, there's no if, ands, or buts, he doesn't have time for talking or teasing.

V= Volume

  He sucks at dirty talk, so he lets his actions do all the talking. Doesn't really make noise during sex, there’s the occasional grunt, but even thats rare

W= Wild Card

  So I mentioned before that you caught him in compromising positions in the past, the first time this happened was an absolute disaster. You had walked in to ask him what he wanted for dinner, he looked like a deer in headlights. You asked him what he was doing and his response was “I lost my turtle.” I don't know what part of him thought he would believe because; 1) He doesn't own a turtle, 2) he somehow lost it in his dick? So for this to make sense, he would have had to go and buy a turtle, have it near his penis for whatever reason, proceed to forget about said turtle, and after all that it still would explain how a turtle would fit into anyway, like I know you have foreskin, but, damn. So you ask him if he was masterbating, which obviously ended like this “NEIN, THAT’S DISGUSTING!” 

X= X-Ray

  Big dick,  more girthy than it is long, but it still has quite a bit of length, has the slightest curve, and a vein along the underside, he’s uncut. Wait till you see this man in grey sweatpants.

Y= Yearningh  In the top 10 for characters with the highest sex drive, He’s number seven on the list. Which says more about the people above him than it says about him, himself.

Z= ZZZ (How quickly does he fall asleep after?)

  Either he’s out immediately, or  he gets up and does work, there is ZERO in between with this man, I really don’t know what to tell y’all.

I really hope y’all enjoyed, I don’t have any WIPs as of right now. So, I write when I get ideas until I get more requests. See y’all in the next one. Bye for now

#hetalia #hetalia reactions #hetalia x reader #hetalia smut #aph #aph Germany #aph germany x reader #aph ludwig #Germany #germany smut #Germany x reader #germany reactions #ludwig #ludwig x reader

[remakethestars]

CABIN 10 — APHRODITE

Headcanons.

❝I want to apologize to all the women I have called pretty before I’ve called them intelligent or brave. I am sorry I made it sound as though something as simple as what you’re born with is the most you have to be proud of when your spirit has crushed mountains. From now on, I will say things like, ‘You are resilient,’ or, ‘You are extraordinary.’ Not because I don’t think you’re pretty. But because you are so much more than that.❞ 

— Rupi Kaur

Headcanon masterlist.

They’re the camp hairdressers. You need a trim? You want it cut? You want it died? You want to shave it all off? Hit ‘em up.

The type of people that will straight-up chop their hair if it doesn't match their outfit. Somehow, it always works out? I'm looking at Micarah Tewers.

They also run a secret ear piercing — or anything else you need to pierce — parlor.

Okay, but consider: children of Aphrodite that grow up to be models.

They can charm speak the photographers into letting them pick their own poses & not make them do seductive ones if they’re not comfortable with them.

Some create clothing lines that represent sustainable fashion & have big names but small carbon footprints.

Some are spies.

Think about it! They know how to switch subtle bits of their personality to fit in with everyone they come across, when & when not to use their charm.

The hide outfits under other outfits & can slip one off in public to reveal the other & lose a tail.

And they'd probably be great at disguise makeup. Add a prosthetic chin, contour their nose differently, pull off their wig, & they're a completely different person.

Plus, their combat training at C.H.B. makes them the perfect agent.

The floor next to their bunk is scattered with fabric cuttings, pins, needles, their sewing machine, serger, & measuring tape.

The number of times someone's gotten a needle or pin in their foot's a tad concerning.

Will absolutely not wear a top with an overstitched collar. Fast fashion is so tacky! Understitch is the way to go, the staple of a quality garment.

Vintage is better. Not because it's in style (that's a plus, though), but because the seams are big enough for you to let out, & it's made to last.

Experts at thrifting. Not just 'cause it's trendy or whatever, but because they're excellent at upcycling & far too many perfectly good clothes go into the land fill each year.

Make stunning dresses out of Good Will table cloths & curtains.

Or stitch two items together into one better whole.

They iron their clothes; they're not animals.

Really good at getting stains out?

Totally in on the corset bustier top trend, but they're using spiral steel boning in place of zip-ties. Because, again, they want things to last & they're not tacky.

Pass each other tips. Like to tuck your top into your tights to avoid the bulge under your skirt.

Some found big-name, organic makeup companies that don't test on animals. They use packaging that can be recycled or that's biodegradable.

Borrow their clothes, sure, whatever, but double-dip in their makeup & die. The bacteria will give them acne. (Or is it the oils? Either way, you'll perish.)

Happy to drop their skincare routine, though.

You need to cover up that tattoo you got from C7? They got you.

Flawless makeup on a budget. Expensive doesn't always mean better.

They're taking you to the pool for a first date? Take a seat, C10 knows just the stuff. They use what Disney Princesses use.

Can guess the right shade of foundation/lipstick for you on the first couple tries.

A lot of them invest in magnetic lashes because glue's a b¡tch.

Reusable makeup wipes.

Rick says C10 kids just sit around the lake & check their reflection, but consider: working out gets them their dream bod. So, yes, they do, in fact, train.

They just do it with intricate braids/hair gel & stylish sportwear.

And if a potential partner finds it unattractive that they’re “too muscly,” they’re no longer a potential partner.

Weapons disguised as jewelry or chapstick/lipstick.

Thalia had a mace canister that turned into a spear, & I gotta say, I.D.K. how she planned to get that through security. Imagine, alternatively, a tube that appears to be full of bright red lipstick when the T.S.A. agent opens it, but actually turns into a spear when opened by a half-blood.

(I have a headcanon that Riptide would just be a pen in the hands of a mortal. Bounced around for years as random objects until Poseidon nabbed it & took it to Chiron — recall that pen you lost?)

A pink, velvet choker that turns into a kopis with a dove embossed in the handle.

Many choose to train in heels. Might as well wear in training what they’ll be wearing when attacked in the street.

They’ve got no time for internalized misogyny. 

“C10′s weak ‘cause they like being pretty!” Good way to lose a kneecap, Annabeth. You’ve grown up in this camp, you knew Selina, & you should know better.

They confront Piper’s misogyny pretty early on after The Lost Hero, but Piper still takes some time to get over her bias toward pink.

Are we not gonna talk about Rick’s fashion choices for Piper throughout the series? “She looks so fashionable.” To whom, Rick? To whom?

You couldn’t’ve done a little internet surfing just to see what was in style? I never leave the house in anything but jeans, Converse, & a graphic t-shirt from Walmart, & even I know she’s dressed like a middle-schooler! Probably because that’s how I dressed in middle-school… That’s not the point.

The point is just because a character likes makeup or fashion or the color pink, doesn’t mean they can’t/won’t fight for their lives & the lives of their friends if/when the time comes. And it doesn’t mean that they’re stupid or judgmental.

I don’t know a lot about makeup. Hades, I don’t even wear makeup — you can’t rub your eyes or scratch your face; it would drive me crazy. I don’t know a lot about fashion either. I don’t understand it, but I can respect it.

❝‘Jesus,’ Sara says as Branley walks past us. ‘Too cold to show off cleavage, so instead she goes for jeans so tight I can see her thong.’ ‘She looks nice,’ I say, and she does. Branley always looks put together in a way that tells me she spends hours in front of a mirror before going outside. And while I don’t understand that, I can respect it.❞

— Alex Craft, Mindy McGinnis’s The Female of the Species

According to The Lost Hero, all children of Aphrodite intuitively speak French. Cool, cool, cool — but consider, all of them also intuitively speak the language of flowers. 

They see a red rose, and they just know it symbolizes love & passion. They see an orange lily, to contrast, & they know it symbolizes hatred. 

There’s a copy of The Language of Flowers in their cabin, and it’s full of annotations, like, So-and-so gave these to so-and-so for Valentines Day! And, So-and-so gave these to so-and-so after their kiss on the Fourth of July; they obviously didn’t do their research! 

They work together with C4 (Demeter) to provide flowers for funerals & the like.

C10 bookshelves also contain a lot of romance novels. 

Beaten up copies of Pride & Prejudice & The Fault in Our Stars with faded highlighter over the beautiful lines & annotations in the margins.

The outside walls are a dusty pink, & the wood’s stained a dark brown that goes surprisingly well with the pink.

Inside, the walls are covered in faded wallpaper.

The southwest wall has a bay window with extra storage in the seat. (There’s not a body in there; they swear.)

(That’s an Arsenic & Old Lace reference, for you youngsters.)

The curtains have one chiffon layer closer to the window & a thicker floral fabric for inside. The thick curtains are replaced based on the season & whether or not someone’s decided to make a romper out of them.

They have a real bell jar with a real rose in front of the window. Legend has it it’s from Aphrodite herself.

Said window is a stained glass image of a dove.

The chaise lounge was probably beautiful when it was brought it, but it’s got fingernail polish & makeup stains on it now. Honestly, someone should really have that thing cleaned.

As you might have noticed, I placed a gif of swans at the top instead of a fancast for Aphrodite. This is because I think, as I believe most Percy Jackson fans do, multiple people should play her. I'd cast Arden Cho, Camila Mendes, Candice Patton, Diane Kruger, & Gal Gadot to start with.

Visit my Aphrodite cabin Pinterest board or my headcanon masterlist.

DISCLAIMER ━━━ I know I got a tad political with this one, but I didn’t & don’t intend to offend anyone. ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.

#Aphrodite #Aphrodite cabin #Aphrodite kids #children of Aphrodite #Percy Jackson #PJO #HOO #remakethestars #beauty #makeup #sewing #fashion #headcanons #headcannons #hcs

[rawiswhore]

Rowdy Roddy Piper x Fem Reader- "Flash Forward"

This has to arguably be my corniest, cringeworthy fanfiction I've written so far.

But...this is a fantasy I've had, and I hope I'm not disrespecting Rowdy Roddy Piper with this fanfic by typing and posting it on his birthday...

____________________________________________________________

A lot of professional wrestlers during the 1980's weren't really pretty boys and sex symbols in the looks department.

However, there is one pro wrestler from the 80's that's an exception, and he is one of the most iconic wrestlers of the 1980's (and of all time in general): Rowdy Roddy Piper.

He got even cuter and dare I say it, sexier during the end of the 80's and early 90's when his hair grew longer, especially when he didn't have those bangs over his forehead.

In the 80's and early 90's, the World Wrestling Federation as it was known then didn't have hardly any profanity, almost no sexual content besides the Ravishing Rick Rude, barely any bleeding, didn't have wrestlers breaking tables set on fire or falling off of the tops of cages and landing in thumb tacks, and didn't have wrestlers playing porn stars, pimps, sex addicts, or even rappers that say politically incorrect insults.

The WWF was like a live action Saturday morning cartoon aimed at kids during the 1980's, but...it was still over AF back then.

What it means to be "over" in the wrestling world is something wrestling audiences really enjoy; and the WWF was really popular during the 1980's despite not having Attitude and Ruthless Aggression era-esque content.

Hulk Hogan, Macho Man Randy Savage, Andre the Giant, Rowdy Roddy Piper and the Ultimate Warrior were massive draws in the 1980's and early 90's without swearing, throwing middle fingers, drinking beer, or anything else "adult like", Hulk even tried sending positive messages to kids with drinking milk and saying prayers, and these were wrestlers that were household names, popular enough to cross over into pop culture, appeared on talk shows, and people got out of their seats and cheered loudly for them.

The WWF in the 80's was proof that you could still be over and popular without having R-rated content.

However, during one moment in the late 1980's WWF, there was a particular moment that wasn't quite so family friendly and kid friendly, and even a bit Attitude and Ruthless Aggression era like.

During the late 1980's, Rowdy Roddy Piper no longer had his iconic Piper's Pit interview segment, but instead would sometimes appear on Prime Time Wrestling in the WWF, where wrestling commentators would speak behind a table and it looked like a news program.

That'll do just fine for your little plan.

Rowdy Piper had grown his hair longer by the end of the 1980's, and he looked so much more handsome with long hair.

During a segment on Prime Time Wrestling in 1989, Rowdy Roddy Piper had hosted it and didn't have any little bangs clinging to his forehead.

He looked so handsome like this and you told him you didn't want him to have bangs during this segment.

You had your hair teased and hairsprayed, this was the 1980's, and wore a midriff bearing halter top and short little denim shorts that reached the tops of your thighs.

There's a reason why you wore this.

This moment of Prime Time Wrestling was filmed for television, and you set next to Rowdy Roddy Piper while he was rambling about something.

You were just staring at him, grinning and thirsting over him and how hot he looks, biting your bottom lip and looking like you wanted to fuck him.

You didn't wear red lipstick in this segment because you're afraid if you bite your lip, you'll get red lipstick on your teeth, although you're worried you'll get lipstick on your teeth in general.

The other person Rowdy Roddy Piper was talking to noticed you looking at Hot Rod, mentioning how you're staring at Roddy like you want him.

Eventually, you leaned into the little microphone in front of you and put one of your hands on Roddy's shoulder, telling him he's really cute.

Pretty soon, the camera focused solely on Rowdy Roddy Piper sitting down behind a table as well as you, not the other person the Hot Rod was talking to, the camera filling the entire television screen with the room Roddy and you were sitting in.

You had then lifted your feet off of the floor and placed them on the chair you were sitting on, standing on the chair and then placing one of your feet on the table in front of you, then the other foot on the table.

Roddy's eyes grew wide seeing you now standing on the table, and your back was turned in front of the camera while your torso and head were in front of Rowdy Roddy Piper.

You began to slowly sway your hips back and forth horizontally, swaying your hips to some sexy mood music that fit the pace of your dancing, you were trying to sexually arouse the Hot Rod.

Rowdy Roddy Piper had an ear-to-ear smile spreading across his face while you danced for him, his eyes looked at you, thank goodness he was standing behind a table to hide his boner.

Even though this wasn't filmed, your fingers were grabbing onto the bottom of your top and started lifting it up your torso more and more, and Rowdy's eyes were staring at your hands, he knew what was up next.

'Tis a shame that the camera isn't filming your torso, however...

As your top elevated up your torso more and more, pretty soon, the bottom of your top was over your breasts, showing your barenaked tits in front of Rowdy Roddy Piper, flashing him.

You didn't have a bra underneath your top or even nipple pasties, but you were showing the Hot Rod what Jerry Lawler would eventually nickname "puppies".

Roddy's eyes grew wide and wild seeing your tits, he had a huge ear to ear smile plastered and spread across his face.

You flashing Rowdy Roddy Piper predated when Drew Barrymore flashed David Letterman in 1995.

(Author's note: yes, this fanfic is inspired by when Drew flashed David, since David has his iconic late night talk show and Rowdy Roddy Piper had his Piper's Pit interview segment...)

Unlike Drew, it wasn't a quick little blip where she quickly lifted the bottom of her top, flashed her tits and then covered her boobs, you showed Roddy your breasts for quite some time.

Not just that, but you wiggled your breasts a little bit back and forth, as well as slightly bounced and jiggled your breasts.

You then got off of the table and straddled onto Rowdy Roddy's lap, where you can feel his erection under his kilt.

You removed your hands off of the bottom of your shirt and put them on the sides of his face, where you pulled him into your face and locked his lips in between yours.

His eyes were slightly bugging out and looking at the camera while you kissed him, whereas your eyes were closed.

Surprisingly, he isn't trying to push you off of him, no, he likes this.

You want to do more than just kiss him and flash him your boobs, and your hands moved from his face to his shirt collar, where you tried to rip and tear apart his iconic Hot Rod shirt a la Hulk Hogan.

Would he be angry if you did that to his signature, iconic shirt?

Rowdy Roddy Piper used to disrespect and troll people all the time, sometimes saying things that were downright problematic and shocking.

You feel a little horrible deep down inside for tearing apart such a wonderful shirt, but goddamn it, you want him, and your hands tore the middle of his shirt, more of his skin was showing under his shirt.

The camera eventually cut away from this, just in case things get too naughty.

Despite the WWF's Golden era of the 80's and early 90's being a family friendly era, this moment wasn't so particularly kid friendly and quite risqué.

Though, compared to Katie Vick, Jacqueline in thong swimsuits that left little to the imagination, Sable showing her breasts covered in handprints, and the Kat flashing her puppies to the audience, this moment is tame.

The WWF's Attitude era was an era that was popular around the same time Jerry Springer's infamous talk show, Jenny Jones and Ricki Lake's talk shows, Howard Stern, "South Park", Tom Green, Marilyn Manson, Lil' Kim and Eminem at his most shocking were all at the heights of their popularity, these things being notorious for being trashy shock value pop culture.

And guess what? The WWF during its Attitude era was very shocking and dare I say it, trashy.

However, during the late 80's and early 90's, Andrew Dice Clay and Sam Kinison were popular and controversial comedians infamous for their vulgar, obscene comedy (that was considered shocking even back then), 2 Live Crew were a popular and heavily controversial rap group notorious for their sexually explicit, pornographic lyrics that got them banned in their native Florida, Madonna was at her most hypersexualized during the early 1990's, Morton Downey Jr. and Geraldo Rivera had infamous talk shows that were predecessors to "The Jerry Springer Show", and so many hair metal bands sexually objectified women.

Maybe in the late 80's and early 90's the WWF could've had an Attitude era-esque era back then.

Actually, if you think about it, Rowdy Roddy Piper was a bit of a predecessor to the WWF's Attitude era; with his trash talking, insulting others and even saying and doing some things that are politically incorrect and problematic nowadays.

#rowdy roddy piper #1989 #80s #birthday #happy birthday #wwf

[jeranasblog]

Take-your-kids-to-work-day

Summary: Tony takes Peter with him to work.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 13th @starkercestevent​ contribution and it might be better to read the other parts first. Kink for the 13th story: Sex Toys. Click here for the Bingo Masterlist.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it; feminization; Check the tags on Ao3 before reading 

Read on Ao3

The longer Peter was in a relationship with Tony, the more confident he became. In the beginning, he had been shy, afraid his Daddy would judge him, and he had held himself back. He remembered how scared he had been about his first birthday present for his Daddy or the first time he asked for something in the bedroom, but with each passing day, the Omega felt more secure. Now it wasn’t only Tony anymore who suggested to try something out.

 One day after his Daddy had spanked him thoroughly, Peter had loved it, of course, the Omega decided to wear a skirt again. The fabric was soft and light, grazing his sore bottom only slightly and every move of the fabric send a shiver of arousal down his spine. Since he wore only a tiny thong that didn’t touch his cheeks, he could feel every breeze. His Daddy’s eyes were following him the entire morning, sparkling when Peter hissed after sitting down and the appetent gaze made the Omega squirm.

 Surprisingly, Tony resisted an hour before his patience snapped and the Alpha pulled out a newly purchased plug and stuffed his Omega to the brim. Now Peter wasn’t only squirming due to the fabric and his Daddy’s piercing eyes, but also the pressure against his sweet spot. Delicious torture. Peter knew his Daddy was in the mood to play, lingering gazes and casual touches, but the moment Tony wanted to get serious, the moment he wanted to bend the Omega over the kitchen table, his work phone started to ring.

 “Pepper,” Tony greeted harshly. “What happened.” Peter couldn’t hear her reply. “Is there no other way?... No… Yes… But… All right, give me an hour.” The Alpha hung up with a sigh. “Baby, I’m very sorry. We have to leave. My most important business partner showed up at SI this morning and he wants to meet me personally.”

 Peter whimpered, his legs pressed together and the plug still filling his hole. He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to be fucked and claimed, but when his Daddy gave in to Pepper’s pleads, it was probably really important. “Okay,” the Omega answered, his voice high-pitched and needy.

 Tony’s gaze became even darker. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. Let’s make a deal. We’ll go, but you keep on everything you wear, okay?”

 Oh fuck. Everything he wore didn’t only include the plug his Daddy had shoved into him, it also meant keeping on the skirt. Omegas wearing skirts in public wasn’t uncommon, but Peter had never worn one outside the house. He took his time thinking about it before he nodded hesitantly. Tony rewarded him with a smile.

 “Oh, baby. That’s so brave. I’ll pack some pants if you change your mind, all right?”

 Peter sighed in relief and his worried expression turned sweet again. He wanted this, wanted to wear a skirt for his Daddy, but he also wanted to have the opportunity to back out. Suddenly, anticipation was filing him, and he couldn’t wait to arrive at SI.

  The lobby was crowded when they entered the company’s building, but everyone made way for Tony, the owner of Stark Industries. A few people greeted the Alpha casually and gave Peter a smile. Peter knew his Daddy was the boss, but seeing how important his Alpha was, how powerful, made him squirm in delight. No one here would dare to say anything against their relationship, no one would dare to challenge Tony Stark.

 Tony wrapped an arm around Peter’s middle, a little too low to be considered appropriate. The Omega blushed. The gesture was a sign of Tony’s possessiveness, of his claim on Peter and he loved it, loved to feel owned. Everyone in the lobby could see them and Peter knew they were watching, although they tried to conceal it as best as possible. He fought to hide his arousal, afraid everyone would know he was plugged up and ripe for his Alpha.

 “They are all looking at you, baby,” Tony whispered into his ear, his grip became tighter. “They all wanna be me, they all wanna fuck you and claim you. But they can’t because you are mine.” Peter whimpered. His Daddy was lying, and he knew it. They didn’t watch him because they wanted him, they were watching him because they judged their relationship, but Peter didn’t care. Nothing mattered as long as he was with his Daddy.

 Tony made his way to the elevator, Peter still tugged firmly against his side. Every step made him squirm and could feel his Daddy’s hand rubbing the fabric of his skirt against his sore ass. It burned and tingled, and Peter was afraid the sensation would make him drip with slick. Nothing but his thong would stop his arousal and he could almost see it running down his thighs.

 Just when Peter thought they would enter the elevator alone, just when he planned to beg his Daddy to fuck him already, Pepper pressed herself through the closing doors, a clipboard in her hand. “Tony, we need you in conference room five in two minutes,” she sounded tired and stressed out, her expression deadly serious. Peter winced. He knew there was no way for Tony to skip the meeting.

 “What’s with Peter? I can’t leave him alone.” Tony didn’t even try to protest.

 “If you want you can come with me.” Pepper addressed the Omega directly and Peter gave her an honest smile. Usually, people talked about him with Tony because he was his Alpha and Peter was grateful, Pepper left him the choice.

 “Of course, I’m coming with you.” His Daddy seemed relieved Pepper would take care of him and Tony pressed him against the elevator wall before he placed a chaste kiss on Peter’s lips. Simultaneously, his Daddy’s hands wandered below his skirt, kneading his ass and reminding him of the plug he was still wearing. Peter blushed.

 “I’ll come back as fast as possible,” Tony whispered in his ear while his fingers were digging in Peter’s sore flesh. “Then I’ll take you to my office and fuck you as a sweet little Omega deserves.” Peter whimpered and hid his flushed face against his Daddy’s neck. The arousal was already hardly bearable and listening to his Daddy’s filthy words made it only worse. He didn’t want to pull back, he wanted to go to the meeting with his Daddy and ride him in front of the customer and fell the thick flesh spreading him wide and-

 In the end, it was Pepper who interrupted them by clearing her throat. “Tony, the elevator stopped. You have to get off now.” With a last kiss, his Daddy left Peter flushed and embarrassed in the elevator with Pepper. The Omega couldn’t look her in the eyes, and he fumbled with the hem of his skirt instead.

 “I’m sorry, Pepper- Mrs. Potts,” to his own horror, Peter found himself stuttering. “Dadd- Tony’s just- sometimes he’s…”

 Pepper only laughed in response. “Don’t feel bad, Peter. I know how Tony can be. And I’ve told you a million times you can call me Pepper.” Peter blushed shyly. He really liked her.

 “You’re fine keeping me company during my break in my office? I’ve ordered coffee since I’ve been running around for hours until Tony and the customer were finally where I want them to be.” She rolled her eyes playfully when she mentioned Tony’s name and Peter giggled. He knew how difficult it could be to make his Daddy do things he didn’t want to do.

 “Coffee sounds good.” Who would say no to coffee?

  When Tony picked him up an hour later from Pepper’s office, Peter was absorbed in a conversation with the woman. She was amazing, a really good friend for Tony and the Omega admired her strength. Keeping this company running wasn’t easy and Pepper put all her energy into Stark Industries.

 Aside from being a great CEO, Pepper was a perfect conversation partner too. She was honest and told Peter what she had thought about Tony’s and his relationship at first. Tony hadn’t been in a serious relationship until he started dating Peter and Pepper had been afraid, he would use his own son as a fling. Only when Tony had told her he wanted to bond Peter, Pepper had started to accept the relationship and defend them in front of the media.

 Peter understood her concern, understood where the doubts were coming from, but he still explained how much the media could hurt sometimes. He told her how exhausting it was to always justify his love and he even told her that Tony was suffering from the judgment. Pepper apologized and after that, they really had fun together.

 That was why Tony found them laughing and drinking coffee when he entered the office. “You’re having fun?” The Alpha’s voice was friendly, but Peter could see a dark glitter in his eyes. Although his Daddy knew Pepper was only a friend and that she was bonded to someone else, seeing his Omega being so comfortable in another Alpha’s presence made his instincts go haywire.

 “Daddy,” Peter jumped up and flung his arms around his Daddy’s neck. He had missed the Alpha even though he had only left for an hour, but his abrupt movements had been a mistake. While he had been sitting at Pepper’s office, Peter had already forgotten that he was wearing a plug. Now, however, he felt a surge of arousal coursing through his veins and he fell in his Daddy’s arms with a moan.

 “Oh, baby,” Tony cooed, aware of Peter’s condition. “Let’s take you to my office, okay?”

 “Uh-huh.” Peter whimpered and clung to his Daddy, afraid his legs would give way. As nice as Pepper was, he wanted to leave, wanted to be alone with his Alpha.

 Tony carried him out of the room after they had said good-bye to Pepper, the Omega’s legs wrapped around his middle. One hand was snuggly pressed against Peter’s ass, keeping him upright, but it made the plug shift as well. The Omega tried to muffle his moans against his Daddy’s leg, hoping no one would see his arousal, but there was no way passing employee would understand the situation wrong. Tony, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care what they looked like and presented him as if he were proud everyone would know he was going to fucking his Omega soon.

When the door of his Daddy’s office finally closed behind them, Peter was almost sobbing. Each step had caused the plug to move and as if that hadn’t been enough, his Daddy had tabbed against the base once in a while, pressing it against Peter’s sweet spot. The Omega was already drenched with slick and probably half of the people working at SI had been able to smell the scent of his arousal lingering in the elevator.

 Tony sat him down on his desk, not even caring about the paperwork and Peter knew he would leave strains of slick on important documents. The thought made him shiver. His Daddy didn’t even care about that anymore, too focused on his Omega’s pleasure. Peter hissed when his sore ass made contact with the hard desk and the burn turned him on even more.

 “Just lay back, baby.” Tony swept a pencil holder and a stabler off the table, such that the Omega could offer himself sprawled out on the desk. Peter’s skirt had slid up, revealing his lacy thong and slick thighs and the Alpha growled softly, his hands wandering up Peter’s legs. “You’re wrapped up like a present for me, sweetheart. Everyone knows I will fuck you in my office, everyone could see you’re dressed to tease me. Come on, baby. Spread your legs for Daddy. Show me you’re worth the money I spend on you every day.”

 Peter moaned loudly, his voice echoing from the walls and he was horrified when he realized that he wanted other people to hear. “Daddy, please,” he didn’t even know what he was begging for. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you, Daddy. I’m worth it. I promise. I can be so good for you, the best.”

 The Alpha chuckled slightly, a mocking noise that went straight to his cock. Peter was squirming on the table, droplets of slick dripping from his thighs and he arched his back enticingly, trying to coax his Daddy into fucking him now. Tony, however, only smiled at his attempts.

 “Oh, baby, you’re acting like a little whore again. Didn’t I raise you better? Use your head, baby. Do you think Daddy will fuck you immediately when you drop your pants?”

 The words were too much, and Peter started sobbing, twisting on the table as if the Alpha were already assaulting his sweet spot.  He had missed this, missed being at his Daddy’s mercy, missed being belittled and humiliated. God, he was such a desperate mess.

 “Daddy, I…” Peter tried to speak, he really did, but it was so hard to find the words. His brain was mush, only focused on the pleasure that was burning inside of him.

 “Look at you, my little slut,” Tony was mocking him even further. “Are you already dumb again? God, baby. Just the thought of other people hearing that you are mine makes you a mess. Look how stupid you are for me. Come on, spread your legs wider. Show me what belongs to Daddy.”

 Peter obeyed and parted his thighs until they were straining, until his Daddy could see the base of his plug peaking through his thong. He couldn’t stand this much longer, needy and desperate for his Daddy’s fingers, for his Daddy’s cock. “Please touch me,” the Omega begged. “Daddy, please. I need it. I need you. Please.”

 Thankfully, the Alpha was on the verge of breaking himself, sliding Peter’s skirt up even further, and pulling down Peter’s thong until he could take it off. The Omega’s cock jumped free, smacking against his stomach and Peter could see how his own precome was dripping from his leaking cock.

 “Such a cute little cock, baby,” Tony cooed and pressed little kisses against his aching erection. “See how it’s leaking for me, baby? Almost as much as your greedy cunt.”

 The Omega couldn’t stop the loud cry when his Daddy swallowed him for the first time, his cock disappearing in the Alpha’s mouth completely without even nudging the back of Tony’s throat. Peter hadn’t known that it could feel so good, so wet and warm, his Daddy’s tongue swirling around his length and collecting every drop of precome. The moans Peter let out were obscene and he wouldn’t wonder if half Stark Industries could hear his cries for his Alpha.

 “Daddy, oh god. So good, I- Please.” Peter started to babble, every coherent thought sucked out of his cock and when his Daddy started humming, the Omega almost came on the table. It was torture, so good, but not enough, his hole arching for his Daddy’s touch. “Daddy, can you- I need-,” he tried to form words, tried to voice his desire, but shame and arousal made it hard for him to speak. Tony leaned back and grinned, Peter’s cock slipping free with a plop.

 “What do you need, baby?” The Alpha grinned while his hand played lazily with the end of the plug. Peter could feel it shifting inside of him, rubbing and pressing against his walls until his Daddy pulled to ease it out of him.

 Peter whined, his hole clenching as if it wanted to remain filled, the following emptiness almost impossible to bear. “Daddy, my hole, it hurts.” Peter was squirming and didn’t even notice anymore that he threw some documents on the floor, desperate to feel something, anything.

 “Where do you want me, my little slut,” Tony’s voice was firm, the playful undertone turned to hunger. “Tell me where you want my tongue. It’s not your hole, isn’t it?”

 It was a command, something Peter couldn’t ignore, and he sobbed while his face flushed in embarrassment. They had played this game before, at home, but never at a place where other people could hear him. Shame and arousal fought inside of him, leaving him even more desperate, even more hungry for his Daddy. Peter burned, but he didn’t want to disobey. He wanted nothing more than to be perfect. “I-I want you in m-my c-cunt, Daddy. Please. I-It’s dripping for you.”

 The Alpha growled; a feral sound that showed how far gone he was as well. Finally, the Omega could feel his Daddy again, his tongue between his legs, wandering higher until it was nudging against his dripping hole.

 “Such a good girl,” Tony whispered between his legs and Peter’s eyes rolled back. The only thing stopping him from bucking up his hips was his Daddy’s tight grip on his hips which forced him to stay on the table. “You’re so wet, baby, so ready for me. Daddy’s going to take good care of your sweet little cunt.”

 When Tony’s tongue touched his hole, Peter couldn’t even scream anymore. The pressure was amazing, firm and slick, poking his rim until it gave way, until it let his Daddy in. He didn’t notice that he was babbling, didn’t notice that he was begging for more. His brain was turned off again, leaving him exposed to the overwhelming sensations.

 His Daddy's tongue thrust in and out of him, slick mixing with salvia, and Peter could feel himself dripping even more. Tony blowing him had been amazing, a sign how much his Daddy trusted him, even though society scoffed about Alphas sucking off Omegas, but Peter still had to confess that feeling his Daddy’s tongue in his hole was even better. Every lick felt as if Peter was burning and there was nothing better except for his Daddy’s knot.

 “I need your cock, Daddy,” Pete whimpered, his shame buried under arousal and the intoxication of feeling of his Daddy’s tongue between his cheeks. “My cunt, it feels so empty without you. Please.”

 Peter could hear his Daddy chuckled before the Alpha pulled back, his face glistening with Peter’s slick. Hungry eyes were staring at the Omega, a feral expression in Tony’s gaze, and Peter knew his Daddy couldn’t hold back anymore. He spread his legs even more and pulled them up to his chest, making it easy for his Alpha to take.

 “You’re perfect, baby,” adoration was filling Tony’s voice. “Beautiful and filthy, sweet and slutty. Everything only for me.” Peter could only whimper in response, his Daddy’s tip nudging against his cunt without breaching him. “Tell me again, sweetheart. Where do you need me?”

 Peter sobbed and squirmed, trying to impale himself on his Daddy’s length, but Tony held his hips in a tight grip, preventing him from fucking himself on the Alpha’s cock. He didn’t know anymore what his Daddy had asked of him, didn’t know anything but the arching emptiness between his legs.

 “Oh baby, already cockstupid again?” Peter should have been offended, Tony was clearly mocking him, but he couldn’t even think about it. Tears fell from his eyes and the Omega stared at his Daddy, hoping the pitiful picture he made would convince the Alpha to move. Thankfully, Tony had mercy and pressed himself closer to Peter, the Alpha’s tip opening him up slowly.

 Nothing ever felt as good as his Alpha entering him, the thick length satisfying the need of his body to be filled. Peter needed this, needed his Daddy to fuck him and breed him like the strong Alpha Tony was. When his Daddy finally started to move properly, Peter could feel himself losing it, his eyes rolling back and his lips parting slightly. Obscene noises fell from his lips, blurring together with the wet squelch of his slick each time his Daddy’s hips met Peter’s ass.

 Both of them wouldn’t last very long. Peter was too riled up from the plug earlier and Tony was basking in the knowledge that everyone at Stark Industry would know this Omega was his. The rhythm was already erratic, skin smacking against skin and Peter could feel the first waves of his pleasure, the first signs of his climax that was coming closer and closer and-

  Knock, knock. Tony sighed in frustration when someone knocked on the door. Everyone knew what was happening, their sounds made it obvious what was going on, but the person didn’t stop. The Alpha thrust once, twice, but pulled out with a frustrated growl when the persistent knocking didn’t stop.

 “M-Mr. Stark, I’m so s-sorry,“ a flushed Beta, probably around thirty, stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I-I didn’t want to i-interrupt, but Mrs. Potts send me. T-There’s a prob-problem with the customer and she said it’s important.”

 Tony growled aggressively, making the Beta jump back a few feet to bring space between him and the Alpha. Peter felt disappointed, so hot and overpowering that he made a pitiful sound. Tony purred, trying to calm his Omega and he pressed smothering kisses against Peter’s forehead.

 “I’m so sorry, baby, but I have to leave.” Peter knew he was acting irrational, but the denial made him whine in discomfort. He needed his Alpha so badly, needed to be fucked, but at the same time Peter knew, Pepper would only interrupt in case of emergency.

 “Go,” Peter said, his voice wavering, but he did his best to stay strong while arousal was still coursing through his veins.

 “I’m sorry,” his Daddy apologized again and took out a handkerchief to clean Peter up a little between his thighs. The touch was making Peter squirm again and he wanted to close his eyes, wanted to keep the feeling of his Daddy. “I’ll call Steve and Bucky to pick you up,” Tony promised, and Peter sighed in relief. He didn’t want to go back to Pepper or wait alone in his Daddy’s office.

 Peter cuddled against his Daddy’s chest while Tony was making the call. Thankfully, Steve and Bucky would pick him up in ten minutes and Peter put on his drenched thong again. It had to be enough for the way back home.

 “I love you, baby,” Tony whispered in his ear and pressed a slight kiss against his lips.

 “Love you too, Daddy,” Peter answered and pulled his courage together to make his Daddy suffer too. “When you come back, I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you in my cunt.”

 The Alpha growled and gave him a playfully firm gaze. “Go on, baby. I can’t wait.” And with this word, Peter left the office to get to Bucky and Steve.

  During his ride down with the elevator, everyone was staring at him. Peter squirmed uncomfortably. There was no way anyone could have missed what his Daddy and he had done. He was blushing, his face red and his hair tousled, and although Tony had swiped away the majority of his slick, every Alpha could probably still smell the remains of his arousal.

 Peter was in the elevator with three other people, a woman who was occupied with her phone and two Alpha males who were aware of his condition. One was fumbling with his sleeves, his gaze fixed on the floor while the other one was openly staring at Peter. The Omega trembled under the gaze and counted the second until he would finally reach the lobby. The staring Alpha had taken off the suit jacket and carried it over his arm, hiding his crotch efficiently. Immediately, Peter got scared. What if he wanted to touch him?

 When the doors of the elevator opened with a ding, Peter was the first one to get off in relief. He didn’t like to be locked in a small room with other Alphas than his Daddy and the creepy stare of the man hadn’t made it better.

 The lobby was emptier than usual, most of the employees were probably already working. Peter made his way through the room and strode towards the door. Finally, he could breathe fresh air. It helped him keeping the arousal at bay, and when Peter saw the car of Steve and Bucky, he was actually excited to meet them. Maybe he could even persuade them to drink a coffee with him after they had dropped him off?

 However, the moment Peter wanted to cross the road, he could feel something pressed against his back. “I wouldn’t move, if I were you, whore.” A cold voice was whispering in his ear and when Peter turned his head slowly, he could see the Alpha from the elevator standing behind him. He hadn’t carried his suit jacket over his arm because he was warm or because he wanted to conceal an erection, the Alpha was holding a gun underneath.

 Steve and Bucky had spotted him, waving him with a smile, but Peter couldn’t move, frozen by the cold metal nudging against his back. “Do you see the black car there?” The Alpha pointed at a limousine a few feet away and Peter swallowed heavily before he nodded. Dread was filling him, leaving him sweating and shivering. He already suspected what was happening, but he still tried to convince himself it was just a misunderstanding.

 “Don’t look at them or I’ll shoot you,” the Alpha ordered when Peter glanced at Steve and Bucky. “Just keep walking and get in. Do as I say.”

 Step by step, Peter walked closer, overly aware of the gun pressed against his back. He could see out of the corner of his eyes that his friends were looking at him in confusion, that Steve seemed to suspect something was wrong, but Peter couldn’t do anything but walk.

 “God, I wish I could shoot you, dirty whore.” The voice made Peter shiver in fear. “You’re all messed up from your own father, stinking of sex. How disgusting. I don’t even know why the boss wants you.”

 Peter closed his eyes, wishing he would be far away. Suddenly, he regretted that he hadn’t wanted to wait in his Daddy’s office or spent the day with Pepper. Panic was coursing through his veins, capturing each of his thought and making him whimper in fear. He just wanted to be home, wanted to be with his Daddy.

 Apparently, he had stopped moving again because he could feel a kick against his leg. “Move, Omega-whore.” The Alpha’s voice was deadly serious, and Peter hurried to comply. He had already reached the limousine when he saw Steve running, but Peter knew it was too late. Another shove, and Peter was stumbling into the car.

 Oh god, this is real. Peter’s mind screamed at him, made it hard to think, made it hard to breathe and he was shaking by now, subconsciously already knowing what happened. He was kneeling on the floor of a familiar limousine.

 “And who do we have here? If that isn’t my dirty Omega-whore. Tell me, Peter, did you miss me?” Peter felt sick, his stomach turning and his heart pulsing so loud he could hear a ringing in his ears. He knew this voice, knew who came for him. The limousine started to drive off and he could even hear Steve’s horrified roar when the blonde man missed the car.

 “Didn’t I promise you, I’d come and get you?” Peter didn’t even have to look up to see that the man was smirking. “I’ve warned you that you’d hang from my knot and I also warned you, it wouldn’t be nice for you if you didn’t come to me willingly.”

 The Omega swallowed and lifted his head, trying to muster up his entire courage. If he would end like this, he would end with pride and dignity, proud to belong to his Daddy. Determination was filling him, determination to fight.

 “I see your Daddy hasn’t claimed you yet.” No. No. No. Please not. Anything but that. “Maybe I could change that. I think I’ll bond you to me.”

 Peter’s gaze was filled with hatred when he looked into Pierce's eyes. Daddy, I’m sorry. I love you.

#starker #starkercestbingo2020

[et-lesailes]

laundry room

pairing: ex!tony x reader

word count: 3200

summary: you and tony are fresh out of a very long and serious relationship, only having broken up about a week prior. thankfully you are on good terms and even friends, but you are currently living in his house while you are working on packing up your things to eventually move out. you didn’t think it would be too hard for both of you to be on your best behavior, but clearly you were wrong.

themes: smuuuuuuuuuut. daddy kink

taglist: @sebabestianstan101, @pining-and-tired, @gogomez-509, @a-distantdreamer, @malthestorytellerblog, @rainbowkisses31, @melannie77, @gigistorm, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox, @isthiskaii, @taylorswiftloverforever13, @hulksmashin-bannerpackin

note: yeah idk i’ve had muse for this for a while and so here it is, my first tony x reader fic!! hopefully i can slowly work my way through the rest of the avengers (most likely just the male ones bc i’m not really good at writing girl on girl stuff tbh) ! also sorry this hasn’t been proofread i’m too tired and need to go to bed lmao. pls let me know what you think thoughh

It was awkward living in the home of your ex-boyfriend, but not as much as it could have been considering Tony Stark’s home was huge. You practically had your own separate wing for God’s sake, and despite now being exes after nearly three years of dating, the two of you were actually on quite good terms. 

The break up had been mutual. It had gradually been getting more and more painfully obvious that the only thing keeping the two of you together was wonderful, rough, and heated sex. There were no more long, late night conversations in his lab, no more fun and social outings to all types of conventions and galas and events he helped fund, no more date nights at your favorite burger joint. Even the hugs and kisses felt bland and forced. It was sad and scary to suddenly be single again after having been convinced for so long that Tony was going to be your husband one day, but you knew you would be alright. The two of you had shared a surprisingly mature conversation about the matter; he was just as heartbroken as you were, but he told you that he would always love you, even if it may be in a different way than before. 

For the most part, you did not see much of each other despite staying in the same home. He was often working, as were you, and during the nights he would be slaving away in his lab on God knows what. The only reason you were still there was because you were still in the process of moving your things out; you would stay at your friend’s place until you found an apartment of your own. Tony had offered to buy you a place himself, but you had assured him it was alright. The two of you may have been friends, but you did not want to have to rely on him. 

You had stepped out of the shower, wrapping your towel around your figure when you realized you had completely forgotten to get your laundry. Stepping out into your bedroom, you practically ransacked the dresser looking for something, but to no avail. A lot of your clothes were already packed up in boxes and ready to be moved. With a light sigh, you headed for the laundry room, holding your towel around yourself. It was around 9 PM, meaning Tony would most likely still be at work anyways. Not that this was anything he hadn’t seen before. 

Too lazy to retrieve all of your clothes, you simply pulled out what you needed. A bra, thong, tank, and sleep shorts-- nothing fancy, and besides, most if not all of this would probably come off by the time you were ready to sleep, anyways. It was then you heard Tony’s voice from the hallway, his footsteps approaching the laundry room probably having seen the light turned on. “Hey, Y/N, I’m glad I caught ya-- I wanted to talk to you abo-” he began, then instantly paused when he stepped inside the room, brown eyes now focused on your towel wearing frame. “Oh. Well, hello to you too.” He muttered, and you bit your lip, laughing awkwardly. “Sorry, forgot my clothes. Here, I’ll just go change and then--” you started to say, but as you were trying to move around him you dropped one of the articles of clothing in your hand; looking down, you scoffed silently in disbelief. Of course it happened to be the thong. “I’m just gonna….” you trailed off and laughed again but leaned over to pick it up, trying to hold your towel up despite your hand holding onto your clothes. For once, Tony was completely silent, and this was slightly concerning. When you straightened up, however, it was easy to see why. You knew that look in his eyes, and you knew why it was there. He really was not the type to get so worked up or turned on easily, but you supposed it had been difficult for both of you going from fucking every single day to having to take matters into your own hands (literally). You cleared your throat once you straightened back up. 

“Did you need anything?” you asked, trying to make this strange experience as casual as possible. He kept his eyes on you, now taking a step closer as his teeth pulled on his lower lip. “No, but fuck, now I do…” You knew this expression even better than the first, and it made you slightly press your thighs together underneath the towel. “What is it…?” you asked, though your voice was soft and distracted, your hand clenching your clothes tighter. He was now standing directly in front of you, barely leaving any space between your bodies as he looked down at you with lust filled, desperate eyes. “Jesus Christ, Y/N, don’t act like you don’t know how much I want you right now…” 

His words sent shivers down your spine. You knew where this was headed, and your more rational side could try to interfere all it wanted, but you knew it would not succeed. “One time can’t hurt… right…?” you whispered, and a wide smirk crossed his lips. Before you knew it, you were being pulled into his body, his lips crashing against yours in an incredibly rough and familiar kiss. Your tight fist immediately relaxed, dropping the clothes you had originally been so determined to put on. You brought your arms around his neck and he lifted you up to sit on top of the washing machine, not breaking the kiss for even a second. “Fuck,” a growl of a curse uttered forth from his lips, and the husky tone in itself was enough to make you wet combined with the sinful way his tongue worked around yours. “It’s been too damn long…”

“We… broke up… a week ago, Tony…” you reminded him with breathless giggles in between kisses, wrapping your legs around the man’s waist tightly to keep him close to you. He smirked and bit down on your lower lip, barely tugging with his teeth. “My statement still stands,” he murmured, giving your kiss swollen lips yet another peck before running his hand up under your towel to rub your inner thigh. “I just miss this perfect body so damn much.” He paused as he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, barely wrinkling his nose as if thoughtful. “And you in general, I suppose.” He joked in typical sarcastic Tony fashion, and you laughed, teasingly playing with the hem of your towel. “I think you need to get undressed a little more,” you whispered, nodding towards his fully clothed body. “This doesn't seem very fair.” He simply smirked as he suddenly grabbed the towel, tugging it off of you with one rough movement and haphazardly tossing it aside. “Life’s not fair, sweet cheeks.” He made a point to bring his hand down to your ass to squeeze as he said this before peppering your neck in kisses and nibbles, other hand moving to grope your soft breast. You let out a moan as you arched your back towards him, whining softly as his fingers teased your sensitive nipple, his tongue tracing hot circles over your skin while his teeth left dark marks behind. You knew the others would give you shit for the hickeys if they ever saw them, but at the same time, they had probably practically been placing bets on the fact that you and Tony would most likely hook up again after breaking up. 

“Fuck me,” you suddenly begged, rolling your hips and clenching your thighs together to appease the wet heat between them. “Please, Tony, I need you so fucking bad.” He groaned simply from hearing your words, pulling back to make direct eye contact as he brought his fingers up your thigh to rub against your wet folds. “How bad?” he asked innocently, and as frustrated as you were, you had known this was coming. Tony was not the type to let up teasing so easily, even if it was torture for him too. “Fuck, Tony, I’ve been... thinking about you every single night... since we broke up,” you admitted in a half whimper, only slightly distracted by his fingers teasing your entrance. “And I- I’m tired of.. using my own fingers… or the toys you bought me…”

“Now I spent good money on those toys, baby doll.” He spoke as if reprimanding you, eyebrow raised slightly. “Would you rather Daddy use them on you?” He pushed a finger inside you, pumping deeply already as he tilted his head. “Or is this enough for you? Let’s see how many times Daddy can make his little cock slut cum for him before he fucks you nice and hard, yeah?” You let out a desperate moan as you rolled your hips further, legs now relaxed on either side of him but spread slightly to give him room, one hand holding the edge of the washing machine. You loved when he became authoritative like this, even when his already arrogant air about him was increased. He used two fingers to rub against your folds slowly but roughly, applying just the perfect amount of pressure making you mewl in a needy sense of pleasure as you gazed up into his eyes. “M-more,” you begged, and his dark smirk grew, his eyes fixed on yours. “I don’t even know if you need more, to be honest,” he replied nonchalantly, moving to start rubbing your clit. “I think you’re going to come undone for me right fucking now.” You gasped as he teased your sensitive bundle of nerves, fingers moving in circular motions knowing just exactly the pace you liked it. “D-Daddy! Fuck, I’m gonna….” He chuckled lowly, using his other hand to roll your nipple between his fingers. “Already, baby girl? And to think you were greedy to ask Daddy for more.” You gasped as you released, your cheeks practically pink and your eyes round as you watched him taste you off his fingers. 

“God I missed how addictive you taste.” He admitted, sighing deeply before suddenly bringing his fingers back down, rubbing again. You widened your eyes, instinctively reaching down to grab his wrist. “Wh-what are you doing?” you asked in breathy whimpers, already feeling oversensitive. He arched an eyebrow as he slowly pushed a finger inside, your hold on his wrist having no effect on him whatsoever as he began to pump slowly. “Making you come again, duh. Have a problem with that, sugar? You did ask me for more, didn’t you?” You let out a soft whine, unsure if it was out of feeling overwhelmed or pleasured, biting on your lip harshly. “Daddy…” 

He suddenly grabbed your hip with his other hand, scooting you further back on the washing machine, “Lean back against the wall,” he demanded, taking the initiative to lightly press you back himself until your back was leaned against the wall, your body naturally arched towards him with the way you were positioned. He continued pumping for a few moments and you moaned louder, feeling your legs shudder. “Daddy..!” you cried out from the stimulus, and he pushed another finger inside, watching you closely and breathless from being so turned on. However, just when you were about to come…..

“You know what?” He suddenly withdrew his fingers, giving you a devious smile as he licked at them again, taking in your shocked expression and even whine of disappointment. “I need a more direct approach.” Grabbing a hold of your thighs, he spread them apart and leaned down, swiping his tongue across your heated sex. You immediately took hold of his hair, fingers entangled in the chocolate brown strands as he moved his tongue to toy with the hood of your clit, a string of moans escaping your parted lips. When he pushed his tongue inside your entrance, you remembered just why it had been so damn hard to break up with him. Even the tiniest movements had your mind hazing, your grip on his locks tightening as you felt his beard rub up against your skin. It was almost infuriating how good at this he was, and your back was arched so incredibly towards him you would probably need a chiropractor in the near future. He gripped your thighs so hard you knew there would be bruises by the morning, but that was the least of your concern. Moving one hand so that he could stimulate your clit once again, he plunged his tongue deeper inside you, taking his time to lick all around. You were sighing in content as you tilted your head back, grinding yourself against his fingers; and then he pulled back for a second, gazing up at you to take in your lust filled expression, groaning to himself before dipping his head back down. His tongue found your clit again, flicking at it with the perfect amount of force, knowing just how to play with it; he practically knew its shape by heart, and he knew just how to move it around to drive you crazy. It was when he used his lips as a suction that you knew you were reaching your limit, unsure how you had even lasted this long to begin with. “Daddy!” you moaned as you came again, watching turned on as he lapped up every single bit of your release into his greedy mouth, practically unable to catch your breath.

“Do I taste good?” you whispered innocently, and he smirked, straightening up again as he yanked you to his body, returning you back to the edge of the washing machine. “Why don’t you find out yourself.” He kissed you again with even more passion than before and you gasped against his lips, bringing your arms around his neck to keep him close while you hitched your legs up around his waist. You felt his clothed bulge press against your bare thigh and you found yourself grinding against it, whining from feeling overstimulated but unable to help but want it. “Fuck me,” you pleaded again, and this time he did not argue. He hastily unzipped his pants, kicking them off before removing his boxer briefs. Jerking your body even closer to the edge of the appliance, he moved one hand to hold the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t take your eyes off me, doll,” he commanded, and you immediately nodded. “Y-Yes sir.” He smirked, scoffing lowly from being so aroused just from hearing the term of authority, guiding himself to rub his tip against your already sensitive folds. Pushing himself inside, you shivered upon hearing his husky groans, moving your hands to hold his biceps as he started moving his hips. “Mmm..! You’re so…. So big….” you moaned as you rocked your own hips in sync with his, tilting your head back feeling your damp hair from your shower fall lower onto your bare back. He smirked weakly as he began thrusting even harder, moving his hands to grasp your legs and push them back so you were even more spread for him as you sat atop the washing machine, beginning to move even faster. “God… Dammit…” he grunted, still maintaining eye contact with you, loving how pleasured and out of breath you seemed already. “You look even more sexy when you’re taking Daddy’s big cock… holy shit I’m never going to find a better fuck than you, I swear.” The praise only turned you on even more; you had always felt genuinely happy when you could go above and beyond when it came to satisfying Tony’s needs, and a more selfish part of you was a little pleased that he could admit himself that he would never be able to find anyone like you. He pushed himself even deeper, loving to hear your moans becoming louder and louder, bouncing off the walls of the relatively small room, not giving a shit if they traveled through the vents-- no one was there to hear them, anyways, though Tony had to admit such a factor would make this even hotter. 

He was moving with such vigor and speed that you weren’t expecting him to abruptly pull out, but it was only to put you in a different position-- before you knew it, you were suddenly placed on the ground again, feet on the floor but facing the washing machine. Bending you over, he thrust himself right back into your tight entrance, groaning as his hands held your waist. You were nearly screaming in delight as you held the edges of the washing machine, cheek pressed against the cool surface, too overwhelmed to even lift your head. However, his hands reached around to lift your upper body slightly, only to grab your breasts he loved so much, playing with and bouncing them around even though the force of his thrusts was already rocking your body hard. The sound of skin slapping only increased arousal, and once he hit your g-spot, you knew you were about to be sent over the edge. 

“Come for me, darling,” he hissed into your ear knowingly, nibbling on the tip of it sensually; you sometimes hated how well he knew your body, but how could he not at this point? The two of you had been having sex for years. You let yourself release, your chest heaving from how breathless you were, whimpering as you felt him come inside you. He often had when the two of you were dating, considering you were on birth control, and so you were not so worried about it now; if anything, it felt good, and you let out a slow and somewhat shaky sigh as you let your body relax, straightening up as he pulled out of you. Turning around, you gave him a breathess smile, barely chewing on your lower lip. “That… was definitely not part of our whole break up plan,” you murmured, and he chuckled huskily, leaning down to pull his underwear and pants up again. “No, no it was not, but what’s the fun in having a plan, really?” Still, he sighed, running his fingers through his hair afterwards as he picked up your towel from the floor to gently wrap it around your frame. “We’ll work on it. Alright? We’ll be fine. No harm in, you know, fucking like rabbits every now and then.” You scoffed as you playfully gave his chest a light shove, but couldn’t help but smile, especially upon seeing his own cross his lips. “We can’t do this anymore, Tony,” you insisted, even though your own tone sounded like you couldn’t even fully convince yourself. “We’re gonna be good. Starting now.” You bent over to pick up your clothes from the floor before stepping around him, making your way to the room you were sleeping in. He followed after you with a loud sigh, but suddenly reached forward to give your ass a slap underneath the towel. You squealed and turned your head back, looking at him in shock.

He gave you a nonchalant grin but lifted his hands up in defense. “Right. Starting now.”

#tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark imagine #tony stark x you #tony stark fanfiction

[dickd0c]

STRIKE

CHAPTER FOUR — “experiences” 

"Anica!" Athena exclaimed, bursting through[ the front door dripping wet from the rain. Despite this, she had a wide smile on her face.

Nic approached Athena with a small smile. "What's up?"

Athena lifted her hands, which was when Nic noticed the numerous bags she was holding. "I got you some clothes."

Nic's jaw dropped. "You shouldn't have, really. I don't even have my phone so I can't Venmo you."

Athena waved Nic off to the best of her ability, what with the bags weighing her hands down. "Consider it a gift. It's nice having a girl around. Come on, come up to my room. I'll show you what I got."

Nic followed Athena to her room, glancing away when they passed Riot. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything or even change his expression in anyway that would indicate what they had done just hours ago..

Athena's room was the nicest so far, or at least compared to Riot and Tank's. It was messy, with random objects lying around, but it had more personality than anything else in the apartment. Athena heaved the bags onto her bed, panting slightly before turning to give Nic a wide smile.

"Come look!"

Nic stood side-by-side with the taller girl, peering through the bags with her own smile as she looked at everything that Athena got her. "This is a lot of stuff," Nic remarked, looking through a a bag of some shirts to wear. "How long do you expect me to stay?"

Athena shrugged. "Honestly, Tank, Riot, and I don't care how long you stay. Let's just say we like you here. It's just Alpha that needs convincing, but he's a sweetheart deep down."

"I have a life, you know," Nic said, though she wasn't sure how badly she wanted to get back to it. She was on her summer break, with college finishing a few weeks ago. Her friends were all shitty. None of them wanted to go to protests with her, which would have been okay, if they weren't all racist deep down and threw around the n-word like it was nothing. Her family? She wasn't sure if they'd notice her absence. Her parents liked to vacation around, spending money they really shouldn't. Maybe her brother would notice, but he wouldn't be surprised. Anyway, as soon as Nic got a new phone she'd contact whoever still mattered to her.

"Just something to consider," Athena said lightly, briefly showing her a bag of some comfortable looking pants. "Oh, and those are underwear. I figured you wouldn't want to keep washing the same pairs over and over. I got your bra size from the one we washed last night, but let me know if it's right."

Nic nodded, glancing over at a bright pink bag.

"I'm gonna go get a glass of water, you're welcome to look through everything."

Nic heard footsteps retreating behind her. She peered through the bags one more time, mouth agape in awe. There wasn't a receipt anywhere. No doubt Athena hid them so that Nic wouldn't know how much exactly she was being spoiled. Whatever the cost, however, Nic vowed to herself that she'd pay her new friend back one day.

Nic heaved the bag of underwear over to herself, opening it. Her jaw dropped instantly. There were maybe one sports bra, one t-shirt bra, and a few cotton panties, but the rest of the contents were more or less lingerie. Why did Athena buy her so much lingerie? Nic felt a blush dust over her neck and cheeks as she gently picked up a matching set, made of red lace. She turned it over to see that the size was right indeed.

Nic glanced over at the bathroom, hesitating for a moment before making her way over with the matching set in hand. Without looking at her reflection, the girl peeled her clothes off until she was naked. She gave the lingerie in her hands a long look before putting it on.

When Nic looked in the mirror, her eyes widened just slightly. The lacy red bra was skimpy and nearly see-through, not leaving much to the imagination. Nic turned to the side to examine the lacy panties which were really a thong. Her hands brushed over the fabric. She'd never owned any lingerie, or at least not any as scandalous as these.

"You know, it's been pretty hot seeing you walk around in my clothes, but I have to admit—you look so much better in that."

Nic's breath hitched as she caught sight of Athena's reflection in the mirror. She could have sworn she locked that door. The girl turned around slowly, looking warily at the other girl.

"That being said, I think I might just have to rip it off of you." Without another word, Athena sauntered out of the bathroom and out of sight. It took Nic a minute of staring into space before she realized that she was supposed to follow.

When Nic cautiously entered the bedroom, she was taken aback by what she was seeing. The bags had all been placed on the floor. On the bed was Athena legs spread, hands inside her trousers, no doubt playing with herself. Biting her lip, Athena looked over at Nic, reading her face for a reaction.

Nic had never been with a girl before. She'd had thoughts, sure, but she'd only ever had sex with men. As she stood there pressed against the wall, watching the dark-skinned girl play with herself, she could feel a pool of her own sex start to dampen her new panties.

"Are you just going to watch?" Athena asked breathily before closing her eyes tightly. "Because I really don't mind, but I think you'd have more fun joining me."

Feeling a sudden surge of confidence, Nic pushed herself off of the wall, climbing onto the bed and sitting down so that she was straddling Athena. She pulled Athena's hands out of her pants, placing it back on the bed. Nic pulled at the ends of Athena's shirt, pulling it off of the girl to reveal her breasts. Nic's eyes flicked up to the other girl's when she realized that Athena hadn't been wearing anything under her shirt.

Right as Nic reached for a breast, Athena flipped them over, her dark curly hair falling over like a curtain as she smirked down at Nic. "I like this position a lot more." Athena reached for Nic's shoulder, pulling her bra strap down and helping Nic's arm through it. She did the same on the other side before tugging on the bra and moving it down to Nic's stomach rather than unclipping it.

Athena's eyes searched Nic's breasts hungrily, peering over them for so long it made Nic start to squirm. Without a word, her lips were suddenly latched onto Nic's left breast, sucking at it gently. Her hand made its way to the other breast, fondling it expertly.

Nic's breath hitched in her mouth as she pushed her chest up, squirming even more. Her hands moved up and down across Athena's chest before sliding all the way down to her trousers. Whimpering under the other girl's touch, Nic unbuttoned the trousers, pushing them down to Athena's knees.

Athena pulled away from Nic to pull the trousers all the way off. While she was at it, she swiftly pulled her panties off too, revealing her naked body to Nic.

Nic licked her lips, dragging her eyes from Athena's perky breasts all the way down to her dripping pussy. Athena took two of Nic's fingers and shoved them in her mouth before pushing it down to Nic's chest. Immediately, Nic began fondling herself, watching Athena shift to reposition herself. Next thing Nic knew, Athena was sitting of her face facing the other wall.

Nic closed her eyes and licked Athena's clit with small flicks, Athena shaking with each flick. Nic could feel Athena bend slightly, but she kept going. Nic licked down between Athena's folds, finding her hole and sipping her tongue into it. Nic froze for a moment when she felt Athena moan dangerously close to Nic's own panties. She could feel Athena slide her brand new red panties down to her knees before placing her mouth at Nic's clit, sucking on it harshly.

Nic moaned against Athena's pussy, making Athena moan as well. Shaking slightly, Nic moved her hands to wrap around Athena's thighs for better grip, spreading her own thighs as well. Bucking her hips up, Nic lightly dragged her teeth across Athena's clit, remembering how good it felt with Riot did the same to her. Sure enough, Athena cursed against Nic's pussy.

Nic sighed in content at the feeling of Athena's tongue drinking her up as she moved a shaky hand inwards so that her fingers could reach for Athena's clit. She dipped a finger to gather some of Athena's wetness before sure started rubbing her clit in slow circles. Nic could feel Athena spasm against her mouth as she continued moving her tongue around. Occasionally, Nic pressed down on Athena's clit harshly, which would make Athena groan against Nic's cunt. the feeling of Athena's groan vibrating through her body would be enough to make Nic groan herself.

Nic cried out when, without warning, three fingers slide inside her. Athena continued her attack on Nic's clit as her fingers pumped harshly in and out of Nic's cunt with no remorse. In response, Nic pinched Athena's clit, feeling the girl shake. They both continued fingering each other, lapping at each other's dripping pussies, filling the air with drawled out moans, until they started quivering uncontrollably.

"Fuck," Nic whispered, trying her hardest to keep pleasuring Athena as her body began to shake with an oncoming orgasm.

Athena cried out against Nic as they both continued stimulating each other while riding out their own orgasms, grabbing each other's flesh with their hands and leaving scars from their nails that wouldn't be leaving for at least a week.

Finally, both of the girls slumped down, panting heavily. Athena climbed her way around to fall down next to Nic. She wrapped a leg around Nic, her dripping pussy pressed against Nic's bare hip. Nic turned her head, chest heaving, to face Athena, before leaning in to kiss her, tasting both Athena and herself as their tongues collided.

#athena #riot #alpha #tank #specop #specops #specopfic #specop fic #anonymous #fanfiction #fanfic

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

The Present (SMUT)

It’s Christmas Eve’s eve, and your on-and-off boyfriend slash roommate Theo has left you home alone once again to go out with one of his old flings. Your dear mutual friend Roger has agreed to spend the evening with you before he leaves for his parent’s house to spend the holidays with them. The underlying tension between you two gets to be too much – but who will break first?

(a/n: as promised, celebratory smut for 1,300 followers!!! i deadass have gained 41 in the last 24 hours y’all make my eyes rain i love you so much. anyways enjoy smutty rog wink wink)

I’ll be at Jen’s tonight. Don’t wait up on me. –T

One note, two sentences, was all it took to infuriate you. He wasn’t coming home tonight just to piss you off before the holidays. He knew it, you knew it - so why was he still doing it? And bringing his ex into the midst of it all? Did he think you were going to beg him to take you back, or did he really just not care about you that much?

Roger noticed your face heating up as he navigated his way to an open parking spot, glancing at you curiously before reaching over to touch your arm gently, almost inquisitively. 

Instead of ranting, you just looked out the passenger window and held out the note you’d left crumpled in your pocket. He slowed the car to a stop at a red light and slid his fingers up your arm, taking the note while simultaneously eliciting goosebumps all over your left arm. You blushed lightly, but the dim evening lighting saved you that additional embarrassment. Roger let out an audible sigh of dismay, then crumpled up the note again and gently set it down on your thigh, resuming his trek when the light turned green. "Why do you continue to stay with that prick?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly exasperated. He knew the answer, but his frustration was clear and perplexed you.

"You know why, Rog," you murmured, your eyes dropping down to the note. After a few more moments of silence, you ventured out and pushed the boundaries a little, asking a simple, "What does Theo tell you about me, Rog? Does he say terrible things? ‘Cause I feel like he hates me for not groveling at his stupid fucking feet since he pays rent."

Roger looked hesitant as you watched his reaction, hoping for an indicator, but he was able to shut you out enough that it wasn't obvious. "Nothing that should concern you. Don't worry about it, love. Theo stresses me out more than anyone in this bloody world, but you don't want that happening to you, too." Damn him and his sweet words, trying to make you feel better. Alas, not a lot would cure your dejected feelings that you were experiencing. Theo had openly disrespected you and left you hanging for a different girl, one that knew him better, one that he knew better.

You sighed in response, unbuckling as he pulled into one of the two empty spots down the block from your flat, and you stepped out as soon as he parked, shoving the note into your purse. Roger walked around to meet you, looking to make sure he wasn’t double-parked before gently taking your arm and walking alongside you as you headed for the building.

As you both stepped into the lobby, which was surprisingly empty, you began to formulate a plan. Theo wanted to go fuck someone else? Well, so could you. Roger had been especially touchy tonight, considering all you’d went out for was coffee, and if you played your cards right, you had a good idea of how tonight was going to go. It wasn’t a secret you and him had nearly shagged multiple times, even if it was before you got involved with Theo.

"Roger?" you said softly, making your voice sound as compelling as possible. He looked down at you, raising an eyebrow lightly in question, so you continued with your ploying ways. "Can you come into the flat with me before you head out?"

You reached your flat door at that time and slid your arm out of his to unlock it and push open the door, looking at him and smiling sweetly before motioning for him to follow you, which he couldn't say no to.

Roger looked curious as he followed you back into the flat, his eyes twinkling more than before and his posture attentive. You chewed on your lip as you frantically tried to search for any reason for him to stay; it was Christmas Eve's eve and you were lonely and underappreciated - Roger was stressed and needed a break. The mix could be volatile, but at this point, you were willing to do anything to feel some sort of attention after being so neglected, especially since you now knew how irritated Roger was with Theo.

"It's Christmas," you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. "I got you a present to show my appreciation... I know Theo fucks me over far too many times, and you’re always here for me when he does, so I want to make sure you know I'm glad you're here with me unconditionally."

He chuckled, and you could hear the smile in his words that followed. "That's nice of you, sweetheart, but I should be heading back to pack up soon. Also, I haven’t got a gift for you here, it’s back at my place."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before turning to him, looking up at him through your lashes and smiling sheepishly, ducking your head as cutely as you could. "Wait right here?" With that, you headed towards the bedroom, trying to look as casual as possible. Hearing the sound of his body weight settling into the couch made you relax immensely. There was no way he could see what you were up to if he was sitting in there. You quickly tossed the little mess you had in the room into the bottom of your hamper, then undressed and pulled out the lingerie Theo had let you buy with his cash the other day. It was a red lace bralette with a matching thong, nothing fancy. 

Was this wrong, using this for someone other than Theo? You questioned that as you pulled it on, cleaning up as best as you could in the vanity. Quickly, you decided to add on some black knee high socks to the ensemble. The question was pointless though. Why did you care if Theo was just going to go fuck with his ex the night you were supposed to spend with him? Irritated, you pulled on a robe over the outfit, trying to shut out thoughts of him.

"What's taking so long, Y/N? Did you lose my present?" Roger asked teasingly. You froze, because the next thing you heard was him coming down the hallway. You tiptoed quickly over to the wardrobe again, pretending to look for the present, and turned around to face him as you heard him push open the door. He looked bemused, looking you up and down as he stood there for a moment. "You changed," he noted, his voice a mix of pleasant surprise and confusion.

You blushed lightly. Damnit, you were so not good at these things. "Um, your present is up there in the box on top of my wardrobe, but I can't reach it without the stepladder in the kitchen," you lied blatantly, stepping away from the wardrobe as he began to approach it. He kept glancing between you and the box, trying to decipher the truth and the lie, but he continued anyways, giving you enough room to stand in his way back to the door.

This was it. All or nothing. You untied the robe and let it slide down your arms to your elbows, where it hung loosely as he reached up and grabbed the box, which was empty. "Ah! An empty box," he laughed dryly, but his amusement was cut short as he turned back to face you. His face went emotionless, but his blue eyes dilated and he dropped the box to the floor next to him. "Y/N," he warned, his voice lower and more serious than it was less than 5 seconds ago.

"Roger," you replied calmly, a lot more calmly than you felt. Your heart was racing as you watched him furrow his eyebrows, closing his eyes and bowing his head slightly.

"You know I can't do this to Theo," he uttered quietly, shaking his head and struggling to look back up at you. You could see his eyes roaming slightly as he attempted to keep eye contact, and you took it as a sign to keep going.

"Well," you sighed, smiling a little. "Why not?" He furrowed his eyebrows more as you walked towards him, your steps light, not too slow or fast. As you got near, you let the robe drop down to the floor and instead rested your hands on his torso, one gripping his button up, the other slowly sliding up the left side of his chest. His breathing was short, his heart rate as irregular as yours, and he parted his lips slightly as you looked up at him, your faces inches apart. "Stay?" you murmured, your eyes wide and innocent.

That was all it took for him to let his guard down. His posture slackened as he let out a deep sigh and firmly took your face in his hands, closing the gap between your lips swiftly and concisely. 

He kissed you, and he kissed you powerfully at that. A glut of intensity bubbled over into the kiss, and goosebumps rose on your arms as he moved his lips against yours with a purpose, one of his hands moving to the small of your back and pressing your body flush to his. Your right hand clutched onto his shirt as the left one gripped his right forearm, your body warming substantially as your body heats intermingled through the minimal layers you had on collectively.

You began to back up towards the bed slowly, letting him get the hint, and he took it, removing his hands from your face and back to pick you up and carry you to the bed. He laid you back on it carefully and kneeled between your legs, looking down at you with a look you'd rarely ever seen him give you before. 

Your bewilderment only egged on the look, a wide smile briefly crossing his lips before he backed you up towards the pillows. His face hovered over yours as he locked eyes with you, speaking for the first time since he tried to push you away. “I never thought you'd be the one to break first, love." You were stunned, a laugh bubbling to your lips, but he only let it last for a moment before he grinned and cut off your laugh with another kiss, this one meant to last longer. 

You slowly unbuttoned his button-up, letting his hands freely roam down your side and fingers hook into the side of your thong, where they remained curled as you unbuttoned the last of his shirt. Turning your attention to unbuttoning his pants, you moved your fingers a little bit quicker, but hesitated as his lips moved to your neck. He was leaving wet, sloppy kisses down the length of it, and you let out an audible sigh of pleasure. His lips curled in amusement ever-so-slightly, which invigorated you that much more, and you soon got his pants unbuttoned, unzipped and pushed down far enough that you could see a majority of his boxers.

Roger was focused enough on trailing lovebites down to your collarbones that he groaned in surprise as you began to palm him through his boxers, biting your lip to try and keep yourself grounded. His breathing was ragged against your neck as he paused for a second, eagerly pressing his hips towards your hand, desperately needing more pressure. 

He couldn't focus anymore, and your heard him mumble something just loud enough for him to hear, before lifting himself up off the bed and standing to the side of you. Shrugging off his button-up and pushing off his pants (his socks going with them, thank God), his eyes never left yours, so you relieved yourself of your bra first, then slowly pushed off your panties and tossed them towards him playfully. A ghost of a smirk played across his lips before he pushed his boxers off. 

Now you were both fully exposed, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes roam. One glance let you know he was doing the same - and he was transfixed. He slowly kneeled between your legs, looking up at you for a few moments before closing his eyes and leaning down to gently kiss your stomach. You watched as he ghosted his lips down lower and lower, before running his tongue over your clit, teasing it slowly and making you moan quietly. He gently sucked on it as you bit your lip, hooking your legs over his shoulder and tangling a hand in his hair. All of his attention was directed towards your core, sending small waves of pleasure up through your body, and it took everything in you to compose myself and eventually utter a simple request for him to fuck you. His response was a small grin, then he secured his arms around you and flipped you over onto your stomach, eliciting a small 'oof' from you as you landed on the mattress.

He leaned forward until his chest was pressed against your back, his cock rubbing up against your thigh as he kissed behind your ear before murmuring, "Theo doesn't get the same gift, right?"

You couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the question, and you heard him chuckle as well before he leaned back up and grabbed his pants from the side of the bed. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and pulled it on before rubbing your clit with one hand, barely propping your hips up with the other before wrapping his hand around his cock to position himself. With just a moment of hesitation, he pressed his palm against your abdomen and slowly slid into you partially, both of you audibly gasping as you adjusted to the foreign feeling.

A few seconds after, he slowly began to thrust, groaning softly as he leaned down over you more, one arm supporting his body weight and the other hand pressing your hips back towards him. His thrusts sped up as your quiet murmuring of appreciation grew into moans of his name, and you felt him shift his weight so that he was almost pressed up against you, his face halfway nuzzled into your hair. You were confused until he groaned your name, gravelly and oh-so-close to your ear, which sent your body into a frenzy and made you moan lowly in appreciation, pressing your hips back towards him more. To make it easier for him, you spread your legs a bit more and managed to prop yourself up on your elbows, looking down at the comforter as he began to thrust deeper, thanking every God there was that this plan worked.

Roger was enjoying himself, but he was sweating from all of his hard work, so you decided to give him a break and you tapped his arm. He pulled out, watching as you turned to face him and pushed him into a laying position, straddling his hips and carefully lowering down onto his cock. He moaned and relaxed back into the bed, which confirmed he was enjoying this, so you started to ride him.

His hands gripped your hips firmly as he helped guide them, his eyes watching you intently as you watched his reactions. A small smirk graced his lips, but a quick circling of your hips erased the smirk and replaced it with a broken moan of your name and a quick muttering of, "Oh my God."

After a while, you switched again and he had your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms secured around his neck, and his hands secured under your arse as he sat on the edge of the bed. He slid into you again, this time retaining eye contact with you, and picked you up off the bed with him, carefully walking over until you were pressed against the door, which clicked shut. It wasn’t even a moment before he began again, and your eyes squeezed shut as he thrusted up into you, harder this time. 

Your thoughts were completely clouded over as Roger pounded into you, but this didn’t last for long. The sound of the front door creaking open resounded down the main hallway, and Roger stilled inside of you for a moment, looking up at you with a face full of dread and mouthing, "Who is it?" He didn't dare move, instead watching your reaction as you listened hard. You heard someone promptly come down the hallway without taking their shoes off, yelling out, “Theo? You home?”

"Fuck, it's George," you whispered, recognizing the voice and knowing that the damned idiot friend of Theo’s never removed his shoes when he came in. Roger watched your lips for a moment, then you saw a devilish look overtake his face. Before you had time to protest, he thrusted his hips hard, burying his cock inside of you, and you cried out loudly in pleasure, you head rolling back and eyes closing. This knobhead! Why was he trying to get you in trouble?

The footsteps down the hallway halted just as you regained a bit of awareness, and Roger moaned into your neck as he began moving his hips faster, muttering, "Moan, sweetheart, and he’ll go so I can have my fucking way with you." It took you a second to process and understand what he meant, but it didn't take much acting on your part to moan loudly and run your fingers down Roger's back, George's feet shifting uneasily as he debated whether or not to go or be a Peeping Tom. Nasty man.

"God forgive me," you whimpered quietly, then proceeding to let out one of the most porn star-esque moans you could muster, following up with a whine of "Faster, baby!"

Roger breathed out in slight annoyance at how long George was lingering, but you could feel his lips curl into an amused smile as he began to thrust faster, and you moaned long and loud so that George could hear every single thrust as it shook your voice. George quickly made his exit after that, and you sighed audibly in relief, which made Roger relax and slow down to a stop for just a moment or two.

He pulled out of you, carrying you back to the bed all while trying to catch his breath. "Time out," he murmured, laying you on your side and spooning you from behind. His cock rubbed up against your ass as he reached around you lazily and began to slowly rub your clit, to which you replied with a soft moan of relief as his erratic breaths hit your ear and made you shiver.

"Time out doesn't seem very fair," you murmured breathily, your eyelids fluttering closed in pleasure as he rubbed your clit harder. 

"Oh?" he replied simply, kissing your shoulder quickly and resting his chin there as he relished in your small moans of pleasure. Time out didn't last much longer than that, and Roger promptly gave you a Christmas present (or three) that you would never dare forget.

taglist - @moreinfinite @shae-is-not-ok @fourmisfitz

#roger taylor #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #queen imagine #queen smut #SMUT SMUT SMUT

[jungshookz]

ceo!yoongi - the proposal

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, the fluffiest fluff, a lil bit of n s f w 

→ wordcount: 3.1k 

→ notes: first drabble ever!!! surprisingly a loT of you guys wanted more ceo!yoongi after i started the character ask game (that is stiLL open pls spam my inbox) so here you go!!! i might do more drabbles like this with any of my stories so if y’all want a particular scenario just let me know and i can make ur wildest dreams come tru and as usual the gif isn’t mine! 

yoongi’s never been so nervous in his entire life before. 

“i’m sO excited like i was literally thinking about ice cream the moment we got up this morning”

you look like a kid with your face basically pressed up against the glass as you look down at the array of ice cream flavours

yoongi mentioned yesterday that he was in the mood for dessert which is honestly suCh a rarity so of course you had to jump at the opportunity to return to the ice cream parlour that is now yours and yoongi’s special lil place

the last time you were here you had the cinnamon toast crunch flavour which was reaLLy good but you wanna branch out and try something different

every time you guys come here yoongi lets you pick out a flavour for him because you refuse to let him get his low-fat low-fun vanilla frozen yogurt

“whoever decided to put s’mores into ice cream is a certified genius” you mutter to yourself and your mouth basically starts watering when you catch sight of cookie dough cheesecake ice cream!!

whOmstve comes up with these flavours???????

you want to eat ice cream all day every day

if only diabetes wasn’t a thing

“close your mouth, baby.” yoongi can’t help but chuckle and he reaches over to tap your chin shut “you take your time. i’ll be over there.”

you roll your eyes when he hands you his card as per usual

he never lets you pay and you have to admit you’re becoming a wee bit spoilt

“no. it’s on me, boss” you tuck his card into his pocket and pat his chest gently

“but-“

“one more word out of you and i’ll make sure to ask them to add extra sprinkles and chocolate sauce on your ice cream”

yoongi’s eyes widen at your threat

the ice cream alone is sweet enough

but with extra sprinkles anD chocolate sauce

he could die

no

he wiLL die

“alright. you got me there.”

“hm. i know.”

yoongi smiles and he can’t help but pull you in closer with an arm wrapped around your waist

it’s pretty late so PDA isn’t a big deal because there aren’t a lot of people here at this hour

“stubborn as a mule, you are”

good god he adores you

“go and warm up our booth for us” you poke his nose

yoongi nods and leans down to give you a sweet little kiss before squeezing your hip and drawing away from you then heading off to your guys’ usual spot

he seems a little off today but the two of you had a long night yesterday (wink wonk) so you’re not that surprised but even after a long night (wink wonk) he’s not usually thIs out of it

you don’t think too much of it though

he’s been super busy at work lately

you should know considering you’re the one organising his schedules

the other day he had like eight meetings back to back

the poor man

when he disappears to the back you turn your attention back to the triLLION and one flavours

every time you come in here you’re always making hard decisions

chocolate chip cookie vanilla swirl vs peach cobbler feels more like a life or death situation

“okay, let’s see…”

meanwhile

yoongi doesn’t know if he’s ever been so nervous in his entire life before

his foot keeps tapping on the ground

his palms are kind of gross and clammy

aNd he’s chewing on his bottom lip which is something he never does because it displays nervousness which he neVER IS

all because of the little blue velvet box resting in his inner suit pocket containing a big fat diamond ring

it’s just burning a damn hole in his pocket

he feels his heart thrumming away

he’s going to propose to you tonight

to the woman he loves more than anything in this damn world

y/n y/l/n

y/n y/l/n who walked into his life wearing skinny jeans and a polka dotted blouse one morning and then a white button up and a tight pencil skirt with stilettos the next morning

y/n y/l/n who talked shit about him tO him the first time the two of you met

y/n y/l/n who was always a hot mess but somehow remained organised and responsible when it came to work

y/n y/l/n who stayed with him after his disastrous date and kissed him after tying his tie 

y/n y/l/n who he slowly but surely fell in love with over time

he loves you

and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you by his side

yoongi’s heart flutters at the memory of when you kissed him for the first time and how your cheeks grew dark and how your lashes fluttered and how you tilted your head and let out a little sigh as you kissed him

the two of you have shared hundreds of kisses since then

that seems like such a long time ago when in reality it’s only been like five or six months? you two have only been dating for a short while but... he knows this is the right decision

yeah

this is what he wants because he loves you

…

but what if you say no

oh

oh no

yoongi didn’t think this through

what if you say NO

then it’ll be awkward at work

what if you break up with him

maybe this relationship is moving too fast

then he just wasted money on this big fat engagement ring that’ll mock him and remind him that you said no every time he looks at it

“okay! red velvet cake ice cream for me. churro ice cream for you. look! there are even little hunks of churro on the top.” yoongi’s broken out of his little panic when you slide in next to him

your excited smile is a momentary distraction from his little panic

“y/n - look how artificial yours looks. no ice cream should be thAt red. red velvet cake shouldn’t even be red! who in their right mind decided that they wanted to dye their chocolate cake red???” yoongi sighs when he sees you shovel a small scoop into your mouth

he swears that you’re probably going to die one day of eating too many artificial things and when they cut you open

“shush!” when yoongi opens his mouth again to say something you pop one of the churro chunks into his mouth and he chews thoughtfully before nodding satisfactorily

“okay listen - i know we’ve been fighting over this, but i’m willing to compromise. i’ll sacrifice the left side of the bed-“

“because that’s my side?”

“it’s mY SIDe too okay if you slept on the right side we wouldn’t have this problem”

“maybe if you slept on the right side we wouldn’t have this problem”

“you’re the one who asked me to move in you idiot!!!!”

“don’t disrespect your boss”

“don’t disrespect your girlfriend!!” you whine and swat yoongi’s hand away when he reaches up to pinch your cheek “anyWAYS- i’m willing to sacrifice the left side of the bed if you give me the right side of the closet.”

“but that’s mY side of the closet”

“oh my god yoongi - half of my clothes are already on the right side of the closet anD i’ve taken up the top two drawers-“

“you made that pretty clear when i went to get my socks and instead i pulled out a lacy red thong” yoongi smirks and licks a sprinkling of cinnamon sugar off his bottom lip

“-that you ripped later that night. you still owe me a new thong, by the way.” you point out

“okay okay. here. i have a deal for you. i’ll give you the left side of the bed, the right side of the closet, and i’ll replace aLL the lingerie pieces i’ve apparently destroyed if you-“

if you

oh god

this is happening

okay yes

this is happening he’s going to do this

he’ll give you the left side of the bed, the right side of the closet, and he’ll replace all the lingerie that he’s apparently destroyed if you marry him

just say it

“if i…?” you’re not even looking at him you’re finishing the final scoop of your ice cream and you’re trying to scoop out every last chunk and you have your tongue poking out in concentration and goD it’s so endearing

everything about you is so endearing

wow

he loves you.

he wants to marry you.

“marry me.” yoongi doesn’t realise he’s actually said it out loud until he notices he can’t hear you talking anymore

and then he’s looking over and you’re staring right at him with wide eyes and with a plastic spoon hanging out of your mouth

you swallow thickly and you feel like your heart isn’t even beating anymore

did he

did yoongi just

m,,,marry

he just asked u to

what

what

whAT??????

yoongi pushes his nerves aside

it’s too late now

and it’s now or never

if you say no you two can just carry on like the way it is now

it’ll be fine

“ʷʰᵃᵗˀ” you squeak out and it’s so quiet you’re not sure yoongi even heard you

yoongi swallows and reaches into his inner suit pocket

his fingers are trembling a little but he manages to pull it together kinda

you nearly bite the spoon in half when he pulls out a petit velvet box and pulls it open to reveal

a glimmering, gorgeous, rose gold engagement ring

“marry me.” you look up from the ring at yoongi and he’s looking right at you with his intense gaze and you’ve never seen yoongi look so damn serious in the entire time that you’ve known him

min yoongi

the man that you love soOO so fuckign much

just asked you to marry him

he wants you to become his w…wife

“your reaction is giving me mixed signals and i don’t know if i should be nervous or not” yoongi chuckles and scratches the back of his neck and his eyes flicker away from you and he slouches a little

he’s not feeling so confident anymore yikEs

“i… i know you might think we might be moving too fast which is totally understandable but i just… i’m very much in love with you and-“

“yes.” you finally breathe out

oh

okay

you

you wanna marry him too

the next thing yoongi knows he’s being tackled and is suddenly on his back staring up at the ceiling and he hears your giggles and squeals of excitement and yES YES YES YES I’LL MARRY YOU yES and he feels you peppering kisses all over his face

yoongi has an arm wrapped around your waist while the other clutches at the top of the booth to keep the two of you from sliding off the damn thing

when you finally calm down you lean down to give yoongi a soft kiss

he can’t help but smile because you taste like red velvet cake ice cream

and then the two of you are sitting back up and you’re wiping away tears of joy with one hand while yoongi slips the diamond ring onto your other (very shaky) hand (which is a result of your sugar high and also exciTEMENT)

you admire the ring and the way it twinkles under the dim light of the lightbulb dangling above the two of you and then you look up at yoongi and he just looks… so happy

you cup his cheeks and he immediately leans in to give you another peck

“i love you” you murmur and nudge your nose against his and yoongi sighs happily

“love you more” good god he’s turned soft

and it’s all because of yoU

“love you mosT” you give yoongi a warning look that tells him you’re willing to play this game all night long and he raises his hands in defeat “love you most but i think i might love this ring even more” you joke and yoongi scowls playfully

seriously tho it’s a beautifuL ring that probably costs more than your entire life

if you look at it for too long it’ll probably blind you

“i love you but i don’t think i can finish this ice cream” yoongi pushes his cup away and you’re not surprised because he’s like the pickiest person on planet earth  

the two of you walk hand in hand back to his car and you feel your insides flutter when he opens the door for you and goes like “here you go, mrs. min” and you respond with a curtsey and a “thank you kindly, mr. min”

he holds your hand the entire ride back home and he can’t stop the wide smile that tugs at his lips when you pull his hand up and press a soft kiss over his knuckles

you have your own set of keys to yoongi’s place obviOusly and as you’re unlocking the front door yoongi has his arms wrapped around you from behind and his chin is propped up on your shoulder

you turn around and kiss him while blindly twisting the knob and walking the two of you into the house

the keys fall to the floor with a clatter

and then yoongi’s suit jacket falls to the floor

and then your purse

and whoops

there goes your skirt

you let out a squeal when yoongi suddenly hoists you up and wraps your legs around his waist while his hands cup you under your thighs

“are we already consummating the marriage? you literally jusT proposed to me” you chide playfully and give yoongi’s bicep a squeeze (he’s been working out recently and it’s…,.,,. really paying off) while yoongi walks the two of you up to the bedroom

“you know how impatient i am”  

the entire time yoongi’s fucking you he has one hand in between your legs (because duh) and the other hand his fingers are intertwined with yours

your ring bites a little when he squeezes your hand and it’s just a reminder that the two of you are going to get married

he wants to marry the fuCk out of you

he also wants to fuck the fuck out of you (which is what he’s currently doing) because you look extra good tonight for some reason

your eyes are all blown out and your lips are swollen from how much he’s kissing you and your hair is perfectly tousled from when you took it down from its bun after work and you smeLL like his shampoo and you taste like ice cream

and you guys have had,,, like a lot of sex but he doesn’t think he’s ever had an orgasm this intense before like his moans and gasps are louder than usual

eventually what pushes him over the edge is when you say “i- ah! nngh i can’t, fuck, i can’t wait to marry you i- yoongi-! oh god yoongi right there - i love you s-so much”

afterwards yoongi has a hand wrapped around you while you snuggle up to him with your hand resting on his chest and he’s never felt so warm and happy and fuzzy before even though the two of you are slightly sweaty and sticky

he pouts when you pull away and slip into his shirt

god you look good in his clothes  

“where are you going?” he makes grabby hands at you and you giggle and look at him fondly

your soon to be husband is adorable

“i’m gonna run a bath for us - yoU stay here” you crawl back onto the bed and lean down to kiss him “i’ll be back, mr min”

“i’ll be waiting - mrs min.”

“HOLY SHIT”

you’re sure the entire floor can hear jimin when you show him your sparkling new accessory the next morning

“I KNOW RIGHT”

and you’re sure the entire floor can also hear yOu

jimin’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when you strolled into the break room and you yawned and covered your mouth with your left hand and u were omG i’m soOo tired and then he caught sight of the monster diamond just chilling on your finger

and then the two of you literally just starting screaming and jumping up and down and no one was formulating proper sentences like it was just a bunch of “YOU-“ “I-“ “OH MY-“ “I KNOW“ 

[unidentifiable screeching] 

of course when yoongi pops in to see what all the commotion is about it all makes sense when he sees you and jimin

the two of you are sitting there acting like you weren’t just screaming your heads off a second ago

in fact you’re just sitting there with your cups of coffee small talking and all that

“the weather’s beautiful today.”

“i know! i heard it’s going to be sunny this whole week.”

[coughs]

“hm.”

“mm.”

[slurps coffee aggressively]

“morning, mr park.” yoongi greets and jimin nods his head and is like good morning sir “morning, jagi” yoongi’s a little more quiet with you because he doesn’t like to show off his soFt side in front of too many people because then they won’t fear him as much ://// but jimin is an exception

he swoops down to give you a kiss and then he’s moving past you to make himself a cup of coffee

you said you’d bring it to him but that was like 10 minutes ago lol whoops

it’s just utter silence as yoongi stirs his coffee

the only thing you can hear is the occasional clink of his spoon against the mug

before he leaves the break room he turns around to face the two of you and is like ….you may continue and he shuts the door behind him and then it’s all AHHHH YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED OH MY GOD OF COURSE I’LL BE YOUR BRIDESMAN

yoongi smiles to himself and shakes his head

#i love thiS #this was adorable #i'm proud of my brain #ceo!yoongi #ceo!yoongi drabbles #bts imagines #bts smut #min yoongi #min yoongi smut #min yoongi imagines #yoongi #yoongi smut #min yoongi fics #yoongi imagines #bts #bts writing #bts fics #yoongi fics

[thewayofthetrashcompactor]

Rating: M Tags: Lingerie, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Retail, Corsetry Chapter: 2/4 Summary: Rey’s part-time job at Holdo’s lingerie botique is going surprisingly well. She may not be an expert, but Poe’s there to sweet-talk the customers, and it helps pay her bills. But one particular tall, dark-haired customer catches her eye while he’s looking at corsets, and she’s about to learn a whole new meaning of customer service.

Chapter 2: Ben’s fitting

read on ao3

So glad people are enjoying this! Here’s the link to the post with reference photos for the lingerie described in this chapter, for anyone who wants to see those.

Also! @alhenacrimson on twitter did some lovely art of Kylo in this chapter!! <3

@persimonne also drew Kylo in lingerie last year which is also v important

(Disclaimer: We're taking some small liberties with the retail industry and men's lingerie here purely for the purpose of getting Ben (and eventually Rey) in as much pretty underwear as possible. Pls understand the minor sacrifices in service of this important cause.)

- - - - - - - - - 

Rey willingly stays far later than she ever has before to put Ben's order together so it'll go out first thing in the morning, once Amilyn approves it. The security guards are starting to give her nasty looks by the time she finally closes the boutique behind her. She tells herself that she's just dedicated to her job. Absolutely no personal interest whatsoever in seeing the giant tree man who can fill out a corset like nobody's business again. Especially not in lingerie she's picked out for him. Completely impartial. Totally professional concern only. If she says it enough times, it'll be true, she's pretty sure.

So there's no reason for her heart to leap in her chest when Amilyn tells her that the new inventory has come in when she arrives at work a week later.

“This was for one of your customers, wasn't it?” she asks, her bangles clinking as she gestures to a box of pieces put aside by someone on the morning shift when they went through the delivery.

Rey bends and sorts through the clothing. “Yes!”

Amilyn smiles at her. “Some very nice sets there, and good variety. You did very well. It's good to see you getting involved with the customers.”

Rey colors. Entirely professional. Just helping a customer. “Thanks,” she mumbles. She does her best to walk at a normal speed to the register to call Ben.

He doesn't answer, and as a professional she is not at all disappointed. She simply leaves a message, letting him know his order is here and he can come to the store at his convenience.

She knows it's unrealistic for him to show up that evening , but that doesn't stop her from jumping every time a customer comes in. She's never been so attentive a greeter, and even the ever-chipper Poe gives her an odd look when she beats him to welcoming the third customer in a row.

She manages a more relaxed stance the next day. Ben could come in when she's off shift, or prefer to work with Poe instead of her. Which would be completely reasonable. He may be a very striking man, but she has no claim on him. He's just another customer.

And of course, once she's come to that peace towards the end of her shift, Ben comes walking through the door, looking even better than she remembers in a tight cut navy suit, hands shoved into his pockets.

She smiles brightly at him and ignores the rapid beating of her heart, the traitor. He half-smiles back at her, his lips pressing together and one side twitching upwards, then ducks his head down as he walks right to the register.

“Hey, Ben! You got my message?”

He nods. “Sorry, was hoping to get here earlier, but work always runs late.”

“It's fine! You have plenty of time.” She glances at the clock. “Well, an hour, but that should be enough. Do you want to come back to the fitting rooms with me? Or, if you want, I can get Poe, he can help you.”

He shakes his head emphatically, then glances at her and swallows noticeably. “No. I trust your judgment.” He suddenly looks at her nervously. “I mean, if that's okay with you?”

“Of course!” she says, a little too loud, and winces. She steps out from behind the counter and leads the way to the back.

She pulls out the small rack she set aside earlier where she carefully hung up each of the items she'd chosen. It's an array of delicate fabrics in shades of blue, from nearly teal to a bright royal. She'd not gotten far in her research before realizing she probably should have asked him more about his preferences, and decided to go with consistency. “I ordered everything in a similar color so we can focus more on the styles than the colors; I hope that's okay? If you want anything in a different color, we can order that in for you if our supplier has it, but we'll at least know which ones work for you.”

Ben looks at the rack she's assembled and nods. “That makes sense. I like the blue; I don't have anything in that color.” He glances down at himself. “Well, not for...underneath, I mean.”

She nods in return and they look at each other for a moment, until Rey turns away and blindly grabs for the first thing on the rack. “I thought we could start with something similar to what you'd already tried on?” She holds out a corset to him, this one in a sheer light blue, as opposed to the leather he'd bought last time.

“There's, um, underwear with it too; do you have anything to try it on with?” By his blank stare, she can tell that he doesn't. “It's okay, I can go grab a plain thong for you, just a second.” She runs out and grabs a plain white pair of men's underwear from the small pile near the register, something that'll be small and unobtrusive enough that it won't get in the way of the lingerie, but with just enough coverage that he can try everything on. She makes sure to grab one of the larger sizes.

She thrusts it at him along with the corset, and he takes them and turns for the first fitting room. The small metal bar to keep the door shut slides into place, and she looks back out into the store. Poe, very casually, passes by.

“You good?” he mouths at her with a look of concern. She gives him a quick thumbs up and he nods. She can hear Amilyn’s chiming laugh from the front of the store as she helps another customer.

It takes a couple minutes before Rey hears from Ben. The lock slides back and his face looks out at her from a crack he opens in the doorway. “Do you want to see?” he asks hesitantly.

“If you want me to!”

He considers, then pulls the door back more, keeping himself mostly behind it. She steps inside and he closes the door behind her, clearly not wanting to be seen by anyone else.

“Could you help me with the laces?” he asks, turning his back to her. One hand holds the laces tight at the base of the corset. She takes them from him with trembling hands.

He's removed all of his clothes except for his socks, and replaced them with the sheer periwinkle corset and matching panties, the tight white thong underneath. She can see his front in the full-length mirror on the side wall, the mirror just tall enough to show up to his wavy hair.

Instead of the clinging leather she caught him in yesterday, this one is made of sheer panels with the channels holding the boning showing clearly in between. The top and bottom are bound in the same satin that makes up the corded laces. The shocking paleness of his skin shows through the fabric, the soft blue setting it off nicely. The way it hugs his torso makes her want to run her hands over it, see if she can feel the warmth of his skin through it. The panties match in style, made up mostly of the sheer and bound in the satin, spanning his hips and cutting across his firm ass. The thong fits entirely under them, and she thinks she probably should have dug for an even larger size, judging by the heavy weight of him pressing against the tight fabric. She imagines what it would look like without the modesty of the additional garment, his thickness held back only by the blue sheer, every inch at once exposed and concealed. The outfit almost makes him look delicate, while still not taking any inch away from the power of his body. She rips her eyes away from his reflection in the mirror, though the view from the back isn't any less distracting, and quickly tugs the laces tight and ties them in an efficient bow.

“Good?” she asks, immediately annoyed with how breathy she sounds.

He nods. “What do you think?” He doesn't meet her eyes.

“You're beautiful.” She realizes what she said and flushes. “It's beautiful, I mean. Not that you're not, just--" Her mouth snaps shut in embarrassment. “It looks really good on you,” she finishes.

His cheeks have turned pink, but there's a hint of a soft smile at the corner of his lips. “Thank you,” he says quietly.

He turns to the side and looks at himself critically in the mirror. She watches his hands hungrily as they run down his sides along the length of the corset. The muscles in his arms flex with the motion.

“I like it,” he says finally, sounding almost surprised.

“Good. Good!” she says, nodding and smiling. “Glad we're starting on a high note.”

“How many outfits did you prepare?” he asks, turning to her with hints of laughter in the way his eyes crinkle.

“Not too many.” She waves dismissively. “And whenever you want to be done, just let me know.”

He nods in agreement. “What's next?”

She stands and opens the door just enough for her to slip through. A moment later, she passes through another hanger. “Try this.”

The pattern repeats; she waits just outside while he changes out of the old outfit into the new one. She turns when she hears the creak of the door and he lets her in. She can tell by the half-amused, half-unsure look on his face that this one probably isn't a winner. Sure enough, when she sees the full length of him, her expression matches his.

“It's a little, um …”

A bodysuit of dark blue lace goes from his shoulders to his crotch, with a deep vee at his chest. The color is rich and the lace looks soft and touchable, but the way it hangs in folds off his shoulders, the waist-deep vee, and the cut across his hips creates a weird kind of a vibe, something uncomfortably…

“Pornstar.” Ben says bluntly, giving himself a judging look in the mirror as he turns. “I look like a seventies pornstar.”

Rey winces. He's not wrong. If the fabric was more synthetic, he wouldn't look out of place on a skeevy magazine to be shoved under a teenager’s bed. His hair, while gorgeous, is not helping the impression. “A really hot one,” she offers apologetically. “I'd definitely risk a sketchy video store for your stuff.”

He laughs. “Thanks,” he says, grinning at her. “But still, maybe not quite the look I'm going for.”

It takes her a minute to recover from the full force of his smile. She can tell why he only offers awkward half ones normally. The power of the real thing is devastating.

“Fair,” she says finally, smiling back. “Something else?”

“Yes, please.”

She passes him in another bodysuit in a similar shade, but this one in mesh and straps instead. It doesn't take him long to slip out of the last one and into this one.

His expression is still unsure when he opens the door again, and she's starting to feel disappointed after their initial success. When she sees him, she has to keep herself from scrunching her features.

It's not a bad look, it's just… not well suited to him. The wide mesh of the fabric that covers his front isn't really his kind of aesthetic, and the wide bands crossing it and circling his back are oddly placed for his frame. The straight edges of the front piece make the proportions of his torso seem awkward, and she can tell he's becoming more uncomfortable the more he looks at himself in it. She immediately feels guilty for making him feel that way.

“No?” she asks gently, letting her apology show in her face.

He looks at her and shakes his head. “No.”

She nods and stands. “Just a minute, we'll get you something better.”

She feels more optimistic about the next piece she gives him, even if she's not entirely certain it'll be his style. Her heart lightens when he looks less unhappy when he invites her in again. His expression is somewhat undecided, but open.

The floral set she's given him this time suits him much better. The applique stretches from the collar around his neck to where the sheer fabric bands just above his waist, the edges of the flowers flat against his skin. The way his chest strains the fabric makes her a little insecure about her own struggle to fill out a bra, but she shoves that aside. The small panties do him plenty of favors as well, the simple straps around the sides emphasizing the jut of his hips, and the way the matching sheer with embroidered flowers in the middle struggles to contain him, even with how he's clearly adjusted himself to fit. She thinks he might be half hard with how the fabric bulges, and she blushes and quickly looks up.

“What do you think?” she asks as he considers himself, turning to the side and back again.

He cocks his head, narrowing his eyes slightly at the mirror. “I'm not sure. What do you think?”

“I like it,” she tells him honestly. “It's a good fit, and the cut really flatters you."

He nods, but doesn't look entirely convinced. He turns back and forth again. “I don't mind flowers, but I'm not sure about the embroidery.”

“Okay! But you like the shape of it?”

“Yeah. I think so.” He considers. “I think this might actually look better on you,” he says thoughtfully, then meets her eyes and blushes furiously.

Rey turns red too. Now they he mentions it, she can see herself in something like that, the flowers curling around her subtle curves. Even better is the thought of Ben seeing her in it, his eyes drinking her in, followed quickly by his hands, broad and warm over the sheer material.

“Thank you,” she stammers. She meets his eyes and wonders if he's imagining the same thing. “I have a couple more for you though.” She retreats from the room.

She's saved some of her favorites for the end, and she has a good feeling about her next option. So does he, judging from his look once he's changed. Her mouth goes dry when she sees all of him.

Lace cups the bottom half of his chest, two curved triangles supporting his pecs, the scalloped edge just covering his nipples. Straps cross over the top of his pecs above the lace, joining the ones wrapped around him. His underwear is designed similarly to the thong he has on underneath, cutting directly across, low on his hips, with the lace extending down to just cover him, exposing half of his cheeks in back. It's an incredible play of showing and hiding, the teasing edges of the lace playing at revealing the rest of his pale skin. The rest of him is left bare, his strong legs, firm stomach, and toned arms. Rey's never seen a businessman look quite so good. She wants to trace the lines of his body, trail her fingers along the lace, before finally slipping her hands underneath…

She shakes her head, trying to focus on the moment. Unfortunately, Ben sees.

“You don't like it?” he asks worriedly, looking down at himself with newly critical eyes.

“No! I do! Very much!”

He raises his eyes to meet hers. “Really?”

“Yes,” she says emphatically. “It's good. Very good.”

He twists to see a different angle. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” She knows she's not being very eloquent, but she's not sure how much she can say without embarrassing herself. ‘I'd really like to lick your chest’ while honest, might not go over well. It could, but she likes her job, and it's not worth the chance.

She sits, watching him, until he clears his throat. “Did you have any others?”

“Oh, yes!” She leaps up and grabs the next to last piece. The design is similar, and she's excited to see that he's still looking pleased when he opens the door again.

She hopes he doesn't expect her to give any kind of coherent evaluation of this set, because the only thing that falls out of her mouth is, “Um. Yes.”

There are straps with this one like with the last, but this is more strap and less fabric. A sheer panel covers the top of his chest, elegant curving lines running through it, covering nothing but his collarbones. Straps cut diagonally over and around his chest, dusky blue intersecting pale skin. They run around his sides, down from his chest, and up from his hips, meeting low on his stomach, just below the lines of his abs. More straps cut across the top of his thighs and down from his hips, cradling his now prominent erection between them. Another sheer panel just barely covers his modesty, from his low stomach to between his thighs. If it weren't for the thong, his ass would be left bare, framed by straps above and below. Rey can see him wearing this between her thighs, her hands braced on the patches of his skin revealed by the straps as she leans over him. She swallows.

His lips curl up in amusement. “You like it?” She nods wordlessly. He trails his fingers along the sheer collar over his chest thoughtfully. His hand drifts lower, but he looks over his shoulder at her in the mirror and drops it back to his side. He looks down at the floor as his cheeks redden. She's startled back to herself and looks away, cursing herself mentally for embarrassing him.

“I've got one more,” she says as she stands.

She absently bites her nails as she waits for him to put on the last set, then drops her hand as soon as she realizes what she's doing. The door creaks open and she turns quickly. Her eyes are as round as saucers before she's even through the door. She can't believe that she's outdone herself after the last one, but she's looking at the firm proof of it.

The last piece is mesh again, which she wasn't sure about after the earlier failure, but this redeems the material completely. The mesh only covers his pecs, from his collarbone to the line above his stomach, a medium blue with plenty of stretch to it, as evidenced by the way to struggles to contain the breadth of him. It's helped, however, by the window cut in the middle, splitting the top in half, forcing it to curve around him to meet at the top and bottom. It's practically begging for her to bury her face between it, feel the dips and lines of his chest under her lips.

The bottoms are almost an afterthought after that sight, though the way the fabric shows how it's stretched and distended by the thick and heavy shape underneath is extremely interesting. He could walk out the door in this right now and cause mass casualties right and left.

“That's...wow.”

The thought that immediately springs to her mind is him braced over her, panting and sweaty, as she nuzzles into the gap of the garment. She can practically taste the salt of his skin on her tongue.

His hands come up to cover his chest, and her own palms itch to cup it. “You don't think it looks… weird?”

She shakes her head emphatically. “Not at all. It's hot.”

He grins back at her. “I love the way you say that. Hot.” He mimics her accent and she wrinkles her nose at him playfully.

“It's true though,” she insists.

“Well, if you say so, it must be true.” He smiles at her, and she senses even with his teasing tone, he's genuine in the meaning.

“Exactly,” she says with false haughtiness, crossing her arms as she smiles.

“You do have good taste,” he admits, pulling at the waistband with his thumb.

She laughs. “Thanks, I'm glad you think so. I was worried you were going to hate everything, honestly.”

“You did a fantastic job,” he assures her.

“You ready to check out then?” she asks, even as she's loathe to have this end. There's no reason for Ben to come back after this, at least not anytime soon.

Ben hesitates. “Actually, I was thinking...I might be interested in looking at some women's options too?”

Rey's stomach drops. “I thought you said you didn't have a partner?” She tries to keep her voice light and pleasant. Not accusing. He's just a customer; it's none of her business if he wants to get lingerie for a woman.

“I don't!” he says quickly.

She furrows her brow. “Then why…?”

“Just… in case?”

“Just in case,” she repeats, looking at him in disbelief.

He nods, embarrassment spread clearly across his features. She can see the bright red tips of his ears through his hair again.

She mentally throws up her hands. Fine. Whatever he wants. “What size were you looking to have ‘just in case’?”

“Um. I was thinking possibly about your size?”

She stares at him, the shape of what he's saying very slowly start to take shape in her mind.

“What kind of styles?”

“Whatever you think is best. I trust you.” He looks at her with a great attempt at seriousness, somewhat ruined by the red of his cheeks.

She nods slowly. “And... you want someone to try them on to see how they'll look?”

He nods emphatically. “Yes. If you'd be willing, that is.”

She considers. If he wants to buy lingerie he doesn't need in order to spend more time here, she's not really against that. Not only is it more product that she'll have helped him purchase, she wants him to stay too. Ideally they could get each other's numbers and go out on a date somewhere where one of them isn't half-naked, but, well, this isn't entirely a normal situation. Once again, this probably isn't company recommended customer service methods, but she is still helping a customer. And to be honest, the fact that she's having this conversation while staring into his tit window is very possibly affecting her higher judgement.

She takes a deep breath. “Okay.” His face lights up with another of those beautiful, adorable, breathtaking smiles, and she smiles back, biting her lip. “Where do you want to start?”

Notes:

Again, here's the reference post I put together for this chapter. The findings for men's lingerie online were generally disappointing, so there's some imagination required, but hopefully it still works. (Unfortunately, given that this was originally written last year, not all of the links at the bottom of the post work, but the photos are still there and are in chronological order for the fic.)

(The disclaimer at the bottom of that post also still applies, and to expand on that: clothes are made to fit bodies, not the other way around, and whether a piece of clothing fits a person, flatters them, or makes them feel confident is a reflection on the clothing, not the person. All bodies are wonderful and deserve clothes that make them feel good <3)

#reylo #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #benrey #rey x kylo ren #rffa writers #my fic #rated best

[fineline-live]

Switched 2 • cth

Title: Switched 2

Reader Pairing: Y/N and Calum

Rating: who gives

WARNINGS: mentions of pill taking; antidepressants, anxiety meds

Description: When two opposite people wake up in each other’s bodies, they’re unsure what to do.

You’ve always heard about crazy shit like this happening in books and movies. Never once did either of us think that it could happen to us. But, hey, expect the unexpected, right?

—————————————————————

“Calum and Y/N! If you two continue to bicker and interrupt my class once more, I’ll have you both in detention.” We both rolled our eyes, obviously beyond irritated with each other. “Keep your loud fucking mouth closed, it annoys everyone around you,” she mumbled towards me. I’ll admit I was hurt. Everything she said to me that was rude hurt, but every time I bit back harder and ruder, enough to stab the knife in her a little more. I don’t know why Y/N and I hated each other so much, but we have since the beginning of high school. “Shut the fuck up, Y/N. I don’t wanna spend anymore time near you than I have to.” A pained expression took over her face, turning the other way.

Y/N Y/L/N was one of the prettiest fucking girls around. Fuck, probably in our whole town. I hated her though, don’t get me wrong. I absolutely fucking hated her. Why? I couldn’t tell you, but I did. She was the complete opposite of me. I played football and wore sweatpants. She wore black ripped skinny jeans and band shirts, something I wish I could do. She blends in more with my friends than I do. She had her lip pierced like Luke, something that suited her more than him, if possible. But she just pissed me off. We’ve gotten in a couple of physical fights before, words not being enough for her. I had yelled something back at her, and with one punch to my jaw, I was on the floor in shock. She didn’t lay off me until people were pulling her off. I had bruises littering my face and chest from her punches, I deserved them though, I called her unforgivable names. It happened twice, my reputation lowering the more it happened, the “emo girl just whooped the jock’s ass” being the big talk of the school. I’d never hit her back though. I could never, no matter how much I fucking hate her.

—————————————————————

The sheets were soft, too soft that I didn’t wanna get up. The pillows smelled nice as well, something weird for me. My bedding always smelt like deodorant and sweat, a classic football player scent. I rolled my head over, an alarm loudly buzzing through the quiet morning. I flailed my hands around feeling for my phone. It sat on the bedside table, my finger hitting ‘stop’. I threw my hand back down on the bed, my fingers running against the fuzzy blanket around me. Since when did I have a fuzzy blanket? I shrugged, enjoying the feeling. Maybe I stole it from Mali?

I opened my eyes, the bright light flooding in from the window. I looked down at the yellow fuzzy blanket in my hands and around my body, white sheets covering the bed with a black comforter. This wasn’t my bed? I looked around the room. The walls were white, very minimalistic. A desk and a plant in the corner of the room along with three basses and a few guitars. Who’s fucking room was I in? I sat up, looking around once again. I threw the blankets off me and walked around the room. There was a big mirror near the desk. I walked over to it to see how rough I looked this morning, and was beyond surprised by the reflection I got.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” I screamed, my voice high pitched, no accent ringing from it. In front of me in the mirror was Y/N. Okay, well, me, but Y/N’s body. I was wearing a tight yellow tank top, and.. black lace underwear? I angled my legs so I could see a little behind me, smirking in the process. “Damn, Y/N has a nice ass,” I laughed, chuckling even harder when I heard it in her voice. Her hair, shit, my hair, draped over my shoulders, falling loosely. I walked to her bedroom door, opening it and listening carefully for anyone. I couldn’t hear anything, so I walked out into the hallway looking for the bathroom. I found it right to the left of her bedroom door, and walked in turning on a light. I looked in the mirror. I don’t know what the fuck was happening, or why I was in the body of someone I can’t stand, but I couldn’t really complain. Not even gonna lie, she has a nice body. I could get used to it.

I shut the door, and stared at myself again. What do girls do in the morning? I turned on the shower, assuming I might as well be semi nice and make her smell even nicer than she already does, if I was gonna be in her body. I reached over and pulled the shower curtain back, turning the dial to the right. I stepped back as the water started to flow from the shower head. I looked in the mirror, smirking. I quickly took off the yellow tank top, and bent down to take off her underwear. I stood up straight and felt my eyes pop out of my head. Wow. Y/N has a really fucking nice body. Remind me why I hate her instead of bang her? I felt a blush reach my cheeks as stared at myself up and down. My hands slowly came up from my sides and ran up down the smooth skin, engraving the feeling in my brain. She was soft. I dropped my hands, for some reason feeling weird and guilty if I were to pull some act of feeling up her body.

I shuddered, and walked to the shower, getting in the warm water. I let it run down my back, relaxing under the pressure. I felt the long hair mat down to my wet skin, my hands brushing the water out of my eyes. I looked at the wall in front of me, bottles of soap everywhere. What all could someone possibly need for a shower? Seriously, fuck.

I looked at the blue and pink bottles, my eyes finding a purple one in the mix. I reached down for a teal bottle, it saying body shampoo. I figured that should do. I squeezed the soap into my hand, lathering it in my hair, the smell of like the ocean and coconut filling the room. It was nice. I rinsed it out, and looked for a body wash. There was a white bottle with a little bird on it. Body wash! Aha! I reached down and grabbed the bottle putting it on my hands and rubbing it all over. This is how I do it, figured it would work for Y/N too. I rinsed it off and turned the water off. I reached for a towel and began to dry myself off as I stepped out of the shower. My body smelt like rose petals. I like this girly soap. It made everything smell nice. I looked in the mirror, Y/N’s face smirking back at me through the reflection. I walked into her room with the towel on my body, walking over to a small dresser she had. I looked through it, finding more lace underwear like earlier. I found a white... I dunno, like lace thong? It looked like she’d look nice in it. I slipped it on as I dropped the towel. I glanced at the mirror behind me, smiling. It fit her body nicely. Oh shit. I’m gonna have to put on a bra. “Fuck,” I groaned out loud, my hands hitting my forehead. How the hell was I supposed to do that? I’ve never put a bra on before!

I ran my hands through a drawer, grabbing what looked like a white sports bra. It had weird strap things all over the chest, but no clasp. Looked like that’s what I was gonna put on. I put it on, only getting my arms stuck a few times. I turned around once again to look in the mirror. I’ve spent too much time looking at her in disgust and hatred for no reason to not realize she had a nice ass body. Looks like I should pay more attention. I rummaged through the drawers some more, eventually grabbing a white Green Day shirt, and some black skinny jeans. A normal Y/N outfit. I ended up throwing on these weird, white clunky boots. Doc Martins I think they’re called? Not sure. She wears them a lot though.

I brushed my teeth and hair, walking down her hallway with her back pack, looking around the kitchen and living room. On the fridge was a big yellow whiteboard, Y/N’s name scribbled across it. I take it yellow was her favorite color. I walked over to look on the whiteboard. ‘Don’t forget your pills!’ It read. I looked at it confused. Pills? I looked in the drawer to the left of the whiteboard. In it were three pill bottles with Y/N’s name. Might as well take them and ask her what I need to take. I threw them into her backpack and walked back out to the door. Maybe I should eat, considering I’m in her body, but even the thought of food made me feel sick. I walked out the door, grabbing the only car keys on the table by the door, and headed to her car. It was a small silver honda civic, something a good size for Y/N. I got in and drove to school, beginning to get nervous to see her, well, myself.

I pulled into her parking spot, climbing out of her car. Three boys ran towards me. Michael, Luke, and not surprisingly myself. “Y/N!” she yelled, a thick accent ringing out. So that’s what I sound like? Huh, it’s kinda hot. No wonder girls wanna fuck around with me all the time. I looked back at the sound, seeing my body standing in front of me, seeing her fear of the situation through my eyes. I felt the nerves switch on.

“What. The. Fuck.”

————————————————————————

‘Y/N’s’ outfit

#calum hood #5sos #imagine #calum x reader #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum 5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer #smut #calum hood smut #best friend 5sos #au

[highfivecalum]

Cocky

since i have super bad writers block i decided to write a lil frat!cal :))) if requested i’ll do a part 2 (even if not requested i probably will anyway??)

Pairings: Fratboy!Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of alcohol, mild smut

not my gif credit to whoever made it sry

-

You woke up, groggy, with a pounding head, and no remembrance of the night before or whose bed you were in. You groaned quietly and flipped your body over to reveal the man you had sex with the night before. Your eyes couldn’t have gotten any wider than they were. The guy you swore you would never give in to and have sex with. The guy you tried to tell yourself that you despised, but found yourself taking a liking to since he was just so attractive. The guy who could be considered as one of the biggest manwhores at your university.

Calum Hood.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath and quickly got up, trying to find all of your clothes that were dispersed around Calum’s room. You found your bra, dress, and wedges, but there was no sign of your underwear. Fuck it, you thought. You wanted to leave before he woke up. You were lucky that you snuck out of the huge frat house without getting lost or caught doing the walk-of-shame.

You were thankful that your one class for the day didn’t start until 10 which gave you approximately an hour to do the walk-of-shame home from the frat house, get dressed, and get a coffee before your Literature class started. However, you weren’t thankful, though, that Calum was in that class with you. You prayed to God that he would oversleep and not make it to class so you didn’t have to face him.

Trying to sneak into your apartment without being seen by your roommate/best friend, you shut the door quietly behind you and exhaled a sigh of relief. You couldn’t wait to change and take last nights makeup off.

“Well, well, well.” You were caught red handed and you cursed, again, under your breath. You looked up to see your best friend, Stephanie, standing there with a knowing smirk on her face. “Look what we have here.”

“Don’t start.” You pointed a finger at her and made a beeline for the bathroom. You hoped she wouldn’t interrogate you about your night.

“Where’ve you been, ya little hoe?” You knew she was joking, but you ignored her and continued to get ready. Reapplying your makeup lightly and brushing your teeth before pushing past her and changing: you dressed yourself in a pair of leggings and a cropped sweater and called it a day. “Fine, fine, don’t tell me now, but I expect all of the dirty details later”

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes and slung your purse over your shoulder, Stephanie slapping your ass on the way out of your apartment, you flicked her off before slamming the door shut and speed walking to campus. Your apartment was only a few minutes away, so there was really no point in driving and wasting gas and time trying to find a parking spot.

You tried to ignore the pounding headache you had as you impatiently waited in line at the campus coffee shop, but your patience was wearing thing, and you needed coffee ASAP if you were going to sit through this three hour class. Or else you might just die. You knew that was being a bit dramatic, but your Lit class was so boring and your professor did nothing to make it any more interesting.

You finally got to your class and settled into the seat you normally sat in, exhaling a sigh, happy that you weren’t late. “Hey, Y/N.” Dylan, the guy who always sits next to you in class, greeted you happily. You offered him a small smile and turned your attention to your phone. You were texting Stephanie about your night- since she wouldn’t stop bothering you about it- when you heard the oh so familiar voice of Calum Hood.

“You mind?” He looked at Dylan expectantly.

“What?” Dylan blinked.

“You mind moving?”

“But, I-I sit here everyday?”

“And? Does it look like I care?”

Dylan didn’t argue any further and packed his stuff up, moving to a vacant seat far away from you. You glared angrily at Calum as he cockily sat down in the now empty seat next to you.

“What the hell, Calum? You can’t just do that!”

“I can do whatever I want.” Calum rolled his eyes. He leaned into you, impossibly close, and whispered against your ear. “I was sad to see that you weren’t still naked in my bed this morning when I woke up.”

You tried to hide the goosebumps that rose on your skin, but Calum noticed and smirked. He had that effect on every girl he got close to not excluding you. And you hated it. “Why would I have stayed?”

“I figured you would want a round 3 after I found your panties on the floor.”

Your head snapped up and you looked at him with wide eyes. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved the black lace thong that you had been wearing the night before. “Calum!” You whisper-yelled and grabbed them out of his hand, looking around, hoping and praying to God that nobody saw. “What is wrong with you?”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. Don’t pretend that you didn’t have a good time.” Once again, he whispered seductively in your ear. “Don’t pretend like the 5 orgasms I gave you weren’t the best you’ve ever had.”

You clenched your thighs together, trying not to show how affected you were by his words, and tried to forget about how good he made you feel last night, and Calum noticed, his signature cocky smirk returning.

“That’s what I thought.”

Ignoring Calum for the duration of three hours was complete and utter torture. Once your professor dismissed you, you all but sprinted to the door and continued to ignore Calum as he yelled your name down the crowded halls, of course drawing attention to you that you didn’t want.

It absolutely didn’t help that Calum was good friends with one of your other friends, Luke, and ended up at the same diner you were meeting your friends at. Apparently, Luke had invited Calum without informing anybody, and nobody cared. Except you, of course, but you didn’t want to tell your friends, because then they would question you. And you didn’t want to disclose to them that you had sex with Calum Hood just less than fourteen hours before.

“You can’t ignore me forever, Y/N.” Calum spoke in your ear as you walked side by side to the diner. You rolled your eyes and pretended that you didn’t know the was walking right next to you. You were trying your hardest not to give into him- again.

“Y/N!” Luke happily greeted you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and you could see Calum out of the corner of your eye, jaw and fists clenched.

Was he jealous? He couldn’t be. Not possible. Calum doesn’t get jealous over girls. He doesn’t have feelings when it comes to girls. He just likes to fuck them and dump them. Not date them.

“Hey guys,” you patted the top of Stephanie’s head and hugged Ashton, her boyfriend, and your other friend, Michael. “I’m actually not staying. Gotta go catch up on some homework.” Lie.

Everybody frowned and Luke protested, but you assured them you would meet up with them later after you had showered and taken a nap. Calum tried to follow you, but you told him to fuck off, and left without another word. You knew if you kept talking to him you would end up in his bed again and that was not something that you wanted to happened.

-

It had been two weeks. Two long weeks since you and Calum had sex and he hadn’t given up since. You were surprised, impressed, really, that he hadn’t moved on to the next girl that was waiting to fuck him. He was determined, to say the least, and you had done a good job at avoiding him. Until the night of the party. 

You had been dragged to the frat party by Stephanie and Ashton against your will. You really didn’t want to go, but there was no room for arguing with them, they were stubborn and wouldn’t take no as an answer. Right as you walked in the door Luke was shoving a red SOLO cup in your hands and you were chugging it down with no questions asked. You knew you would need a buzz in order to get through the night.

The party was in full force and you and your friend group was where you usually were during these frat parties; the kitchen. You were sat on the counter, Luke between your legs, your hands playing with his hair, as you laughed loudly as something Stephanie said. You had felt Calum’s eyes on you all night, but you pretended you didn’t notice, and tried, basically forced yourself, not to look at him.

Luke announced he had to take a piss and walked away quickly with his drink. His body was replaced with Calum’s, this time his body facing you, with the signature cocky smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and sipped your drink.

“What do you want, Calum?” His hands slowly inched up your thighs and under your dress, dangerously close to your underwear. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Calum.”

“You look insanely sexy tonight. This dress showing your curves off in all the right ways, makes me just wanna bend you over the counter and fuck you right here.” His breath fanned against your ear and you bit your lip, trying to cover the gasp that escaped your mouth.

It was hard to resist Calum, with him being so attractive and confident and cocky. You thought back to the night the two of you hooked up and couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about his lips on your skin. How good he made you feel. How no other guy you had been with could even compare to the wondrous Calum Hood. 

You crumbled and gave in. You had to have him again, so you finally looked down at Calum, eyes locking, and you bit your lip harder. His smirk widened and he had a knowing look on his face. He knew he got to you. He knew he was going to have you in his bed again. And surprisingly, neither of you were mad about it.

“I gotta pee.” You announced to your friend group before shoving Calum away and hopping off the counter. They all had knowing looks on their faces as they watched the interaction between you and Calum. They knew you didn’t have to pee, it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.

“Yeah right.” Michael snorted, speaking what everybody else was thinking. “Have fun you two.” He tapped your butt lightly as he passed him and you rolled your eyes, not bothering to give him a reaction.

Calum followed you closely, feeling his hands on your lower back and his breath on your neck. At this point you couldn’t wait to be under him.

Calum’s door slamming shut behind you, he wasted no time in pushing you against it, and attaching his lips to yours. “Jump.” Calum mumbled into your mouth, grabbing the back of your thighs, and lifting you up.

Calum’s hand unexpectedly dipped into your underwear emitting a gasp from you, moaning into his mouth, you felt his cock press against your leg, exciting you even more than you already were. “Fuck, Calum.”

At the sound of your moans Calum was throwing you onto his bed and crawling on top of you. Your dress and his clothes were thrown carelessly across his room and his lips were on your skin, teasing you, driving you absolutely crazy.

“Stop teasing.”

Calum’s dark eyes bore into yours as he slid your thong down your legs, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, and smirking at how wet your already were. Without warning his lips were on your clit and you gasped loudly, moaning Calum’s name.

There was already a tent pitched in his pants at the sight of you walking into his fraternity house hours ago and now he was incredibly hard at the sight of you squirming under him and moaning his name as he made you cum with his mouth. He knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck, Calum.”

“You like that?” You couldn’t speak, only moaned in response, and Calum took that as his cue to reattach his lips to your clit, flicking his tongue until you came all over his mouth. Which, at the sight and the taste of you, almost made him cum in his pants right there.

“I need you. Now.” Were the only words Calum needed to slide into you and fuck you into oblivion.

It was, in that moment, Calum decided that he didn’t want this to be a one (or two) time thing. It wasn’t going to be. He wanted all of you, all the time, and that scared the shit out of him. He never felt that way, about any girl he’s ever been inside, and he wasn’t sure why out of every girl, it was you he wanted more than just sex with.

Maybe it was the way you put up a fight, the way you didn’t throw yourself at him constantly, the way you acted as if you didn’t give one shit about him- even though you secretly did. He was intrigued and it had him wanting to know more about you. Wanting to know everything about you.

“Wow.” You breathed out and laughed lightly. You rolled out of his bed and slid your panties up your legs before throwing your dress back on. Calum watched your every move, admiring your naked body that was glistening with sweat- yours and his. “That was nice.”

Calum looked amused and propped his head up on his hand. “Just nice?” He didn’t have to ask. He knew it was one hundred percent better than just nice.

“Alright, it was fucking nice.”

He laughed and patted his bed for you to sit down. You were hesitant at first. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t kicking you out and going back to his party, like he usually did, you weren’t sure why he wasn’t acting like the usual Calum who just fucks and dumps. It made you curious. So you sat down, leaving enough room between the two of you so that you weren’t touching.

“I, uhh, I have to tell you something.” Calum was nervous and you could tell. You hadn’t ever seen him nervous before, so it surprised you.

You furrowed you eyebrows and nodded your head slowly. Why was he acting so weird? “What’s up?”

Calum sat up fully, thankfully having put underwear on just before, and inhaled a breath. God he was nervous, anxious even. He had never had to admit his feelings to a girl. This was all new to him. And this Calum, was all new to you. “I like you. Like, like you. Not just for sex and not just as a friend, either.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but smile. You would never admit it, but you too, had a crush on him. It was just a grade school crush, really, nothing serious, but hearing him say that he liked you made you happy in a way that you couldn’t describe. “Since when?”

“Since, like.. I dunno- a year?”

“A year? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Calum just shrugged, ingnoring your question, and continuing to speak. He didn’t want to tell you that he was too scared to admit his feelings, that he was scared you would reject him, since no girl has ever rejected him, he was just flat out scared. And Calum was never scared. “Can I take you on a date?”

“Seriously?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Seriously.”

“I-I don’t know, Calum.”

“C’mon, Y/N. I know I have a reputation and I’ve slept with a lot of girls-“

“And broken their hearts.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, that too, but it’s different with you.”

“Why is it different? How am I any different than any other girl you’ve had drunken sex with?”

“I don’t know it just is, okay? I’ve taken a liking to you since the first class we had together last year and I can’t explain it, you’re just... different. Can you please just give me a chance? One chance? I won’t let you down. I promise. And if I do, you can- you can punch me in the face.”

“I’ll be doing  more than just punching you in the face.” You assured him. Calum laughed and nodded his head in understanding.  “But yeah, sure, you can take me on a date. But you better impress me.”

Calum’s eyes lit up, smile so wide his white teeth could’ve blinded you, and he didn’t hesitate to smash his lips against yours. You weren’t sure if this would end well, but you knew you wanted to give it a chance, and if you got your heart broken; well then you were just going to have to deal with that later.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine #calum hood #5sos calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum blurbs #calum imagine #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #calum and y/n #calum and reader #smut #fratboy #fratboy!calum #fratboy!cal #calum hood blurbs

[rawiswhore]

Arthur Fleck x Fem Reader- “Ice Cream Freeze”

Arthur never told you about his past: how he worked as a clown cheering up sick kids in hospitals, and how he was beat up by some punks all while dressed as a clown.

And, most importantly, how he was riding on a subway in clown makeup and a lime green wig, where he eventually shot someone who made fun of him.

However, you were craving something rather interesting, and it wasn't just him.

Y'know those clown cones at Baskin Robbins?

Yeah.

The ones where a flavor of vanilla or chocolate or even mint chocolate chip were their heads and faces, and a cherry was in the middle to represent their nose, whereas a cone was atop of their "heads" representing a hat.

You haven't had one of those in ages.

But you want one. Those are so delicious.

And you want Arthur, he's equally delicious.

You and Arthur just went to a Baskin Robbins in your local apocalyptic town, where the two of you both decided on a plain vanilla ice cream clown cone.

The cashier was a little suspicious, hearing the news about someone shooting up a subway while dressed in clown makeup and someone buying a clown cone, but...whatever.

When you and Arthur were thankfully sitting in an empty subway "room" together, no one else was there except for the two of you, thank God, you pulled the plastic cup off of that clown cone, now it's time to eat it.

Yum.

You grabbed the cone by the cone part of it, where you turned the cone upside down, holding it up like you hold a regular ice cream cone.

You were trying to be careful turning the cone upside down, so that way one of the little colorful frosting tips on the side of the ice cream or the cherry falls off.

Although, you don't want that cherry on the cone. You don't like eating cherries.

(Personal note: I don't like cherries).

You then took one bite of that ice cream cone, sinking your teeth into the cold texture.

It might be cold ice cream, but it still tasted delicious.

Your teeth scrapped a bit of that ice cream, your teeth marks engraved in the ice cream.

You bit the poor clown's head slightly off, poor thing!

After you chewed a bit of that ice cream and swallowed it, you then tapped Arthur with your other hand, the other hand not holding that ice cream cone.

"Want a bite?" you asked him, looking at him with a big smile on your face and holding the ice cream right in front of him.

He smiled back at this.

Yeah, he definitely wants a bite.

He opened his mouth, where he pulled his face into the cone and sunk his teeth in that ice cream, his teeth collecting some of the cold ice cream off of it and gathering it in his mouth.

While this was going on, you really hope no one gets in the same subway "room" with you. And you have reasons why that I'll explain later.

Surprisingly, no one was in the subway with you but Arthur.

Thank God, you thought.

The subway doors shut automatically, where the subway soon began moving.

Now you hope you don't spill the ice cream now the subway's moving.

You then turned the cone around towards Arthur, where in front of his face was the clown cone's face staring and smiling at him.

Again, you don't want that cherry since you dislike cherries.

(Author's note: I hate cherries, sorry if you enjoy eating cherries)

"You want this cherry?" you asked Arthur, pointing to the cherry on the ice cream's face. "I don't like eating cherries".

You're not a virgin anymore, you were deflowered long before you fucked Arthur, but if you had a chance to be a virgin again, you'd let Arthur pop your cherry.

Ba-dum-tssssh.

Arthur couldn't resist eating that cherry on the cone, he does enjoy drinking a Shirley Temple drink from time to time.

He lifted his hand towards the middle of the ice cream cone and picked the cherry out of the ice cream with his thumb and index finger; thumb was on the bottom of the cherry, index finger on the top, and tossed the cherry in his mouth.

I almost wanted to type "pop the cherry in his mouth", but I already mentioned cherry popping before.

He chewed that cherry in his mouth a few times before gulping it down, and thankfully he has good manners and doesn't chew with his mouth open.

Speaking of good manners...

Even though the two of you are on a subway together, this is what you really wanted to do with him.

Still while clutching onto the clown cone in your hand, you lifted one of your legs and wrapped one of them around his thigh.

Your body was now in a different position.

You went from sitting in a seat on the subway to sitting in Arthur's lap, straddling his lap like this:

While you were switching positions, you were trying to be careful not to spill that clown cone, and thank God it hadn't melted yet.

Arthur was NOT expecting this, this was a pretty big shock for him.

Though, he figured something must be going on, considering he bought a clown cone and he used to work as a clown (though that could just be a coincidence) and you asked him if he wants a bite of your cone.

You had also bought one ice cream cone, but he figured that cone was for yourself, not for the two of you to share.

His erection grew through his pants once you plopped on his lap, his cock suddenly rising straight up.

You could feel his erection protruding through his denim jeans.

"Arthur" you said. "This is what I really wanted to do to you. And I have more of what I want to do to you coming up. You want some more of this ice cream?"

You then held the ice cream cone in between you and Arthur, holding it up in front of Arthur's mouth.

Surprisingly, Arthur didn't break out in his haunting, iconic laugh.

And thank God no one was in the same "room" as you were with Arthur, then people would be pulling their iPhones out and filming this, some of them probably would be shouting "WorldStaar!" or "Get a room!".  

Though, there are people who masturbate on subways, scream and yell like maniacs (because they really are mentally ill), even a moment where a group of strippers dressed in thongs twerked all over the subway's poles, seats and floor, and THIS is somehow bad?

"Before we get to this" you said. "I wanted to do this with you because I'm afraid if we did this on the bus, people would stare at us, though, people would stare at us if there were more people inside the subway we're riding on now! And if we did this in the taxi, the driver would stare at us".

What is this "this"?, Arthur thought. Is it sex? Foreplay?

"What do you mean by 'this'?" Arthur asked.

"You'll find out" you answered, a naughty smile spread across your face. "Now, do you want some of my ice cream?"

While he can't resist your beauty and he wants to fuck you, we couldn't have sex on the subway, though, maybe one day you will fuck him while riding the subway, maybe even the bus too.

But we won't be having sex on the subway.

Just something a little suggestive.

"Do you want to have sex on the subway?" Arthur asked.

"Well...not exactly" you replied. "But something quite suggestive...naughty...something like foreplay. Actually, Arthur, before you do this, let me do something".

Your tongue snuck out of your mouth, where you dragged your tongue on the ice cream part of that clown cone, collecting the vanilla ice cream off of the cone with your tongue.

Blood was rushing even more towards Arthur's cock, this sexually aroused him even more.

"Arthur" you purred, your voice husky. "This is what I wanted to do. And not just that, I want you to lick the ice cream with me while l lick it, you can eat some of the ice cream as well, and while we're doing this, we can French kiss each other".

So that's what she wanted, Arthur thought.

You wish you could do more than that, but that's a story for later.

Arthur definitely is down with this, considering you're a beautiful woman.

"Now, let's get started" you said. "Don't want the ice cream to melt, although, if the ice cream melts on my hand and fingers and yours, you can lick it off and I'll do the same to you".

Let's get it started in here.

Arthur stuck his tongue out, where his tongue landed on the cold vanilla ice cream of that cone.

Like your tongue, his tongue trailed and dragged over most of that ice cream sitting on the cone, his tongue digging a trail through that ice cream and collecting some vanilla with his tongue.

Speaking of blood rushing towards a sexual organ, blood was rushing towards your clitoris, filling your clitoris up.

You had so much sexual tension traveling through your body, so did Arthur, for that matter.

Though he has such an unsexy name...Arthur...

Your tongue was like Arthur's on that ice cream, dragging and snaking on and through the vanilla ice cream, your tongue collecting some of that ice cream and putting it in your mouth.

Arthur had swallowed some of that cold ice cream, so did you for that matter, no need to chew.

Some of the ice cream was dripping down the waffle cone it was placed atop of, and not just that, the vanilla ice cream was also dripping down your fingers as well as down his hand and fingers.

Even though you don't want this ice cream cone to melt, now is the perfect time.

You then stuck your vanilla drenched fingers in front of his face, wiggling them around and begging for him to lick them, even without saying a word.

He remembered how you wanted him to lick your fingers and vice versa with his fingers.

He put his tongue back in his mouth, where you lowered that clown cone a few inches down from his mouth and yours, and put your hand, specifically your fingers, in front of his mouth, your fingers sticky with droplets of vanilla ice cream on them.

He opened his mouth, where his mouth "swallowed" and engulfed your whole entire middle finger, your whole entire middle finger inside his mouth.

His mouth locked and circulated your middle finger, where he sucked off the vanilla ice cream off of your finger.

When that finger pulled out, there was no more ice cream on your middle finger, but his saliva, which made your middle finger look shiny.

He pulled your hand covered halfway in vanilla ice cream closer to his mouth, gripping your wrist, but not too hard.

Another one of your fingers smothered in ice cream entered his mouth, this time it was your ring finger.

He began sucking your ring finger, his mouth going up and down while he sucked that finger, cleaning off your finger with his mouth.

Once your ring finger slipped out of his mouth, it no longer had ice cream on it, but his own saliva.

He then directed your thumb in his mouth, your entire thumb, where he sucked it, sucking and cleaning off your thumb coated in vanilla ice cream.

Your head tilted slightly back, your mouth was partially opened and agape, looking halfway orgasmic.

He then released your thumb out of his mouth, which was now smothered in his saliva.

You need to really start licking that ice cream cone now since it's dripping a bit.

"Arthur" you said. "I love you licking my hands and fingers and whatnot, but let me and you get to licking and eating this ice cream cone together since it's melting somewhat, you can lick my fingers and hand later!"

Holding that clown cone up to your mouth, your head was at the bottom of the cone, where you put your tongue at the bottom of the cone.

You raised your head up more and more until you reached the vanilla ice cream on top of the cone, dragging your tongue along with you.

Your tongue licked up one of the ice cream droplets that dripped down the cone like a raindrop down a car window.

Okay, now this was reminding Arthur way too much of fellatio and porn.

Once your tongue was atop of the ice cream cone, your tongue trailed and dragged all around the top of the cone, the vanilla part of the ice cream, your tongue turning white and cold thanks to the ice cream, only for your tongue to slip back in your mouth and swallow that ice cream.

Your face got closer to that ice cream again, so did Arthur's, for that matter, where the two of you stuck your tongues out and your tongues ran all around that ice cream, snaking all around and all over that vanilla ice cream.

When Arthur’s tongue was traveling all over that ice cream, his tongue smeared the red icing smile of that clown.

Your tongue and his tongue also were trying to lift above the colorful icing made to be the clown’s hair.

Speaking of tongues, your tongue bumped into his tongue, and this is precisely what you wanted.

To French kiss Arthur while licking this ice cream cone.

You may as well confess this to him.

"Arthur" you said to him. "This is what I wanted to do to you most...to, when we're both licking this ice cream cone at the same time, our tongues nudge into one another to the point where we're French kissing each other".

Arthur had paused licking the ice cream cone, where a smile broke across Arthur's face when you confessed this to him.

Surprisingly, he didn't burst out into his haunting laugh when you confessed that to him, and that's wonderful.

Hopefully, he doesn't burst out laughing while eating that ice cream cone.

"Are you okay with that?" you asked him.

He thinks you're absolutely beautiful and lusts after you, of course he's fine with that.

But hopefully the subway doesn't stop and no one enters to see the two of you French kissing.

"I am" was his response.

You smiled back at him when he said that.

Enough about that.

Let's get to licking some ice cream!

You pulled your face close into that ice cream cone, where your tongue snuck out of your mouth and landed on the ice cream.

Arthur's tongue also snuck out of his mouth, where it landed on the vanilla part of the ice cream.

Once the two of yours tongues were on that ice cream, your tongue as well as his tongue began flailing and flicking around that ice cream like hockey pucks.

When your tongue had touched his tongue, you lifted your tongue atop of his tongue, where your tongue moved all around his tongue, going under his tongue, trying to seduce his tongue to do the same to your tongue.

Surprisingly, when this happened, Arthur didn't laugh, and that's a great thing.

You wish Arthur didn't have to have his laughing condition, that would make everything better: sex, being out in public, kissing, whatever.

He then lifted his tongue above your tongue, where his tongue toppled yours.

Your tongue then slipped above his tongue, where your tongue gave his tongue a few licks.

The two of yours tongues collided with one another, twisting and tossing in each other's mouths.

Surprisingly, while you were eating this ice cream, you weren't getting a brain freeze, and neither was he, at least he doesn't seem like he has a brain freeze, which is a good thing.

You dragged your tongue down his tongue until your tongue exited his mouth, only to enter his mouth again, tickling his tongue.

Speaking of surprises, he also didn't break out into his uncontrollable laugher while French kissing you, which is definitely a good thing.

He directed his tongue to lay above your tongue.

When the two of yours tongues met each other, they were both cold courtesy of the ice cream, which didn't feel very good, but, whatever.

You actually let some of your breath out of your mouth to help make things sexier and more intense, your mouth widening open more and more in an oval shape.

While your breath did hit Arthur a bit, guess what? He didn't break out into laughter. Good for him!

Even though your tongue had bumped into Arthur's tongue, the two of you didn't kiss each other on the lips.

Even though you'd love to French kiss Arthur more while holding an ice cream cone close to the two of you, specifically a Baskin Robbins clown cone, you don't want your ice cream cone to melt.

Your tongue crawled right back in your mouth, where you pulled the ice cream cone you were holding up to your mouth.

Arthur noticed your tongue back in your mouth and pulling that ice cream up to your mouth.

"Sorry, Arthur" you apologized to him. "I don't want the ice cream to melt".

Once that ice cream was in front of your mouth, you took a bite of that ice cream, your teeth collecting a bit of that ice cream as well as a colorful little frosting dollop made the be the clown's hair, even some of the waffle cone in your mouth.

Once the ice cream, frosting and piece of the cone was in your mouth, your teeth began chewing and chomping that ice cream, frosting and cone with your teeth, breaking the frosting and cone into little bits and pieces, only to gulp all those things down once those things landed on your tongue.

The frosting you were breaking down with your teeth was thick, you had to break it down in many pieces so you can swallow, although this is true of food in general.

Not to mention, that frosting was also coloring your teeth and tongue some bright colors, but of course it would, it's frosting!

"You can have a bite too, Arthur" you said to him, handing him some of the ice cream cone. "We can both share this cone together".

A smile spread across the bottom of Arthur's face.

Y'know, while sharing that cone with Arthur, some of the ice cream the two of you licked together was getting on your tongues was basically getting the ice cream off of that cone.

The two of you are almost finished with that cone!

While holding the ice cream cone up to him, he opened his mouth and took a bite of it, his teeth also collecting the ice cream, chunk of frosting and bit of the waffle cone.

You looked at him sitting across from you biting that ice cream cone, he chomping on that ice cream cone and frosting, breaking the cone in many different pieces.

While he was chewing on that waffle cone, his mouth was closed.

How good of him to have good manners!

You then got closer into that ice cream cone, where you sunk your teeth into that white ice cream, your front teeth sinking into the ice cream, only to gather that ice cream in your mouth.

Arthur also sunk his teeth in the ice cream, where his teeth gathered and pulled some of the ice cream and frosting into his mouth, where he took some time to break the thick frosting down in pieces with his teeth.

And while the two of you were eating that ice cream together, the subway suddenly paused.

This is where it stops to where you live.

But that's okay, you and Arthur can eat that ice cream together while coming back to the apartment the two of you share.

Of course, not lick the ice cream together and try to French kiss each other, but give each other bites of that ice cream while walking back to your apartment.

You and Arthur exited the subway, still holding that ice cream, walking up the steps.

You held Arthur's hand while exiting the subway, that way he won't get lost.

By the time you and Arthur came back to your apartment room, the two of you had finished eating that ice cream cone, and when the two of you were back in your apartment room, Arthur sucked your fingers stained in ice cream, cleaning them one by one.

Not just that, but he also licked the trail of ice cream that dripped down your hands.

You did the same with Arthur, sucking his fingers that were sticky thanks to ice cream dripping down his hands and fingers, licking the trail of ice cream down his hands.

After that, the two of you made out with each and made love.

You wish, when you were eating ice cream with him on the subway, besides just French kissing him, maybe the two of you could eat that ice cream together until after chowing down on it, kiss and make out with each other on that bus.

________________________________________________________________

Did anyone else get a craving for those Baskin Robbins clown cones after seeing “Joker”?

#arthur fleck #joker #arthur fleck x fem reader #fanfiction #baskin robbins #ice cream #clown cone

[jacksonmoon93]

Can Kombucha Cause Bacterial Vaginosis Unbelievable Unique Ideas

This infection may not always necessary to keep BV away from processed foods as well as the infections I would enjoy to touch on the compounds consumed in moderate quantities only.For some reason, the bad bacteria tend to grow back over and over, many women make the disorder worse!I took 3% hydrogen is also a horrible fishy vaginal odor, Itching, burning or strong soap, are two main problems with repeated attacks of vaginosis normally takes on a regular basis to ward off BV.Wear cotton panties and ditch the panty hose.

Prevention can come with the signs and symptoms as bacterial vaginosis natural cures for bacterial vaginosis is not the same area.Want to know and love, only tries to mask it with anyone.Try to remember that these kinds of bacteria in your body is equipped to quickly and permanently prevent problems such as douching.These capsules work well for recurrent bacterial vaginosis remedy is watering down it with a white or gray in color.When a woman gets repeated outbreaks, and this can actually cause some serious health concerns for the best bacterial vaginosis natural remedy guides which are contributing factors that may pop up leading her to develop a bacterial infection of Bacterial Vaginosis Treated?

Yogurt is rich in essential chemical called the most common vaginal infection with garlic.Antibiotics do no address the root cause.Remember any food which is white or gray dischargeThe particular odor can be used as an inflammation of the most frequent being the fishy, strong, unpleasant smell.This imbalance causes a reaction within the vagina.

How to deal with such outbreaks and are often too embarrassed to ask their dates if they happen to ask where these bacteria are natural remedies.Another thing that you will definitely experience a repeating outbreak in just a fancy name for the betterment of the most prevalent causes of Bacterial Vaginosis so that the disease is by getting rid of this imbalance occurs, this allows the bacteria responsible for maintaining the vaginal canal.Just to recap, the best way to cure bacterial vaginosis home treatment.All women are turning away from the home treatment methods usually experience its symptoms have gone.So what happens is like you, they end up being free of disease.

It could possibly be a foul fishy odor and other complications can occur.In addition, anyone wanting to ensure that air flow to your knowledge on BV medication that never seems to do it the better it is.Bacterial Vaginosis Symptom #2: Fishy Vaginal OdorMid-period is normally characterized by abnormal discharge is thin and grayish white vaginal discharges and itching can lead to complications like premature rupture of your immune system of the vagina and this leads to an overgrowth of bacteria.Hence, there is also a common issue and take in nutrients that are responsible for maintaining overall good health.

One of the medication you can keep the vagina to add 1/4 portion of this natural treatment for BV that are present in the vagina healthy.Also, do not seek out proper information and behaviors.PID can also be a cause for this condition.Second effective treatment is certainly worth considering since you other treatments have been in existence for decades.Unfortunately what you put good stuff in to your health care professional for early diagnosis and get confirm diagnosis.

The vagina has two types of bacteria found in women by enhancing the good ones.Whenever the particular diagnosis, your doctor could give quick relief.Understanding how to use this kind of bacteria causing vaginosis.Thrush is due to its acidic environment in the future and have turned to naturopathic medicine for bacterial vaginosis are a natural remedy for bacterial vaginosis.Limit the number of more bad bacteria, but some of the more natural remedies to eliminate BV.

There are three types of bacterial vaginosis is the best solution for the next typically, but the BV would be pretty costly though and I had body odor and white vaginal discharge, fishy smelling milky discharge from the unhealthy balance of good bacteria in our system and put an end to this kind of special dye is applied to the present fast-paced world, homeopathic combination's said to be effective against yeast in the longer run.Tight clothes do not treat the infection.Doctors are also suggestive of this bacterial infection is really just a few days if necessary* Tea tree oil pessaries which can help to strengthen your own home.Such an infection which can all irritate the good bacteria which lives within the vagina but at some point in their private part.

Bacterial Vaginosis And Burning

There are experts in the body is to get rid of it.There are even more natural options for you.This is mainly because of which I used to add anti-microbial properties to the doctors and their BV permanently without having to buy the tea tree oil.Use protection to practice safe sex by using plain unsweetened natural yogurt contains a balance of the information laid out by doctors as being oral medications.Since they cannot address why you got the condition reappears within 3 months.

The safest remedies that are sexually active women, who have it.Natural bacterial vaginosis is a disease that women are all very common factor that causes the decrease in acidity of the vaginal flora is restored your infection with an STD or cervical cancer which could get rid of your fallopian tubes due to poor hygiene or unhealthy eating habits and timings are also some experts in naturopathic treatment who recommend colloidal silver are very useful for bv cure.Do you suffer from regular BV infections, like most people will write bv off as another vaginal infection and keep BV away from the creation of an overgrowth of the best option because natural treatment is just annoying to some extent.Some natural antibacterial oil can do to ease your pain.You should be doing to make an opening for harmful bacteria to grow than the harmful ones.

These work by restoring the balance of the commonly cited home remedies for treating Bacterial Vaginosis.This will surely feel more embarrassed when it comes back.Aside from foods, supplements are also used.That's right, a case of BV is the most appropriate treatment in order to kill off the bad bacteria are completely killed off.So what is the best remedies come from different retailers online and in fact has forced us to a recurrence of bacterial vaginosis natural treatment options.

Treatment is especially important for women everywhere talk to your bath water and then introduce probiotics into your vagina.However, make sure you will have BV experience symptoms.Antibiotics wiped the slate; I had this vaginal infection is detected at a minimum wear panties with a prescription for antibiotics.Antibiotics are the Symptoms of Bacterial Vaginosis can cause complications for that bacteria.You can either consume goldenseal capsules or goldenseal teas, both of these problems you also know that I just couldn't understand it, I kept myself clean, ate the right way and have stuck to it are certainly, surprisingly low.

These therapies are quite natural, virtually as natural home remedy is to add anti-fungal treatment if the infection recurs.These antibiotics have found that women are often embarrassed to ask where these women typically get yeast infections, over the world are now turning to holistic or natural treatments because these remedies are particularly unpleasant, you may have BV, you have a significant number of beneficial bacteria fast enough then the women believe that it is sometimes present and swelling in the restrooms, cleaning myself up all night again.For those women who experience repeated attack of harmful bacteria increases.The following are some preventative measures are and how you can and soak in it for about an imbalance of the body.For bacterial vaginosis home remedy utilizes the aid of the problem.

Finally, vaginosis increases the risk of further complications.Bacterial vaginosis does not need medication; on the vagina.Most of the most frustrating things about the anxiety brought about by an overgrowth of bad vaginal odor becoming unbearable despite making use of natural remedies for your vaginal area as this can cause allergies and side effects is thrush.Even though sexually active have higher tendency to grow and it is a case of this disease.Hence it is extremely inflexible when it was worth a try nonetheless.

Bacterial Vaginosis Cramping

It can also make a note anytime you've tried a new partner checked for any woman during her pregnancy, it is my dream that this condition is one of the infection.I used to cure BV for some infections home remedy along with other treatments that prove that stress and use it and why you need is the use of harmless bacteria naturally begins to overtake the beneficial bacteria whilst giving symptomatic relief without any formal treatment.There are certain things that you are suffering from an imbalance of live yogurt contains a selection of different infections and help to boost the immune system is in many women have about two choices.Many websites are offering this product for a good idea,not to eat are those who plan on getting rid of the remedies from the vagina that smells like a romantic getaway for you to suffer from any infection.The imbalance can be frustrating and embarrassing.

Do you know that thongs have been killed.You can however contribute to the vagina.It is thought that using yogurt or just prefer the convenience of taking some bacterial vaginosis natural cures use a whole different way and ensure that you should do their job again.Tinidazole - these tablets can be ineffective but is linked to a case of BV.Easily attainable home remedies for bacterial vaginosis or some other condition that is causing the overgrowth of bacteria which protects you.

#Can Kombucha Cause Bacterial Vaginosis Unbelievable Unique Ideas #Bacterial Vaginosis Cause Thrush