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pursuitseternal · 5 months

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“The Third Day” in “Antics of the Newly Ascended:” just sweet smut, rough smut, and Batstarion 🦇🔥

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 2K 🔥smut

Thank you @zyana-wyvern for the sexy staring screenshot 💞

Summary: A night spent drinking in the tavern below lands you back in your room, belly aching from the wine, other part of you aching for… him. Only you find yourself alone, alone except for a small presence that might just be watching you enjoying your alone time.

CW: female masturbation, fingering, fluffy bat forms, More Chin Scritching™️, getting folded in half and f*cked senseless.

First day | Second day | Ao3 link

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Your head is swimming, your feet stumbling as you climb back up the stairs to your rooms at the Elfsong. You tug at your dress, breathing heavy, wine-laden pants as you poke your head into the common rooms. “Is he… hiccup… back yet?”

“His lordship?” Shadowheart rolls her eyes. “Yes, he’s… somewhere, though he was not quite so equally in his cups as you are, it seems.”

She crosses her arms and throws you that sharp look of judgment.

But your belly is too light with wine to really care. You wave, slurring a goodnight, heading back to your rooms. Of course, it had been a quiet night. One more night of drinking down in the tavern before another grueling day of fighting and gathering allies and being heroes. The wine had been sweet, not quite the same as before you were turned, but still good to your tongue. And now, you had a silly smile on your face and a warmth in your belly only he could satisfy. You push the door open to your private room, craving that tingle of his powerful presence. But you find it dark.

Empty.

But you can feel, sense him, close by. You most likely don’t have long to wait, you think to yourself, settling on the edge of the bed, starting to slink your gown from your shoulders. You shimmy it off, letting your skin finally breathe from under all that fine silk.

Your whole body thrums, just hunger and need. A drive to be sated and filled. Where could he be… you bite your lip, feeling your arousal only growing stronger with his scent in the room now. This must be what it is to be in heat for beasts, to have a need to be fucked only quenched with fulfillment. If only he was here…

Eyes closing, your hand brushes up your own thigh, body shaking as you slide yourself back into the bed. Hands wandering over your belly, your thighs, you let yourself explore this new form. It’s so similar, perhaps brawnier, lean and wiry just like him. To your own touch, your flesh isn’t cold, hard and defined, but not chilling or undead.

Yet, you are equally wet between your thighs at the thought of waiting for his return. What’s the harm, you wonder, letting a single finger reach between your folds to sweep that slick over your clit and rub.

Lighting races down your spine, your body shivers so hard, your fang bites your lower lip in its grasp.

You can smell him, feel his presence near. Close, but not close enough. Drawing near but still not with you. Not inside you. The thought alone makes you tremble more, imagining that slide of his cock inside you, filling you with the memory of its delicious drag and the ghost of its pressure.

A panting moan rises from between your grit fangs. What’s the harm… you’re alone after all.

Heat quickly wraps at the base of your spine, tremors rocking your insides slowly, fire flooding your belly.

So close, so close now. You chase your orgasm with reckless abandon, barely feeling the rush of beating air above you, hardly hearing the woosh of leather wings flapping near your face.

“My, my,” his voice caresses in your ear, right in your ear. Lips rubbing against its curves. “Who knew you had so much arousal within you tonight…”

You shudder at his voice, almost still from the sensation of just his breath, his sound.

“Oh, don’t you dare stop on my account, my treasure…” you feel him settle on the bed beside you, one arm reaching over your shoulders, as your eyes fly open to look into his face.

Hunger—unabashed, unsatisfied hunger incarnate.

“Where…?”

The question doesn’t leave your mouth, not when he softly claps a palm over it. “Ah, ah,” he chides you, “I would feel just awful if you didn’t finish what you started before I so rudely joined you…”

“Then politely join me, my love,” you whisper against his mind, an easy feat to do while he hangs over you, peering with those dark red eyes.

His lips slide into a deeper smirk, his other hand sweeps quickly to join yours, barely catching your fingers as his fingers dive deep between your walls.

You groan, muffled beneath his palm, your nose working extra to catch your breath. Your body thrums and throbs, his fingers pumping in and out, crooking to catch that spot inside you he alone knows of and worships.

It’s too great, the pressure and the pleasure, and then he slides a third finger inside you.

Crying, you shatter, tears of bliss seep from your eyes as they shut, closed tightly as ecstacy wracks your body. Wave after wave, your orgasm consumes you, his fingers still drawing inside, giving your cunt something wonderful to clench around.

At last, your eyes drift open, meeting his own glassy gaze of desire. He seems flushed, aroused. Eager. As if he has been watching and waiting for…

You look at the ceiling above the bed, catching sight of little scratching claw marks that weren’t there. Your mind recalls that soft beating flutter.

“Astarion,” you whisper, dragging his hand from your mouth first to hold it in your own clasp, “I could have sworn I felt you… smelled you… before you just appeared out of nowhere.”

“Ah,” he purrs, so pleased with himself in that single syllable, “you need a demonstration,” he grins, oozing pride. Before your eyes, a mist swirls as you feel him shrink above you. That bat replaces his form, flapping its wings and flipping in a circle a few times before landing on your belly.

You gasp at the contact. Fuzzy and scratching, little claws and softer spots of fur sending ripples of sensation through you.

Then another burst of mist, and he’s suddenly crushing you. Long legs already spread your knees apart, arms braced on either side of your head. His fangs flash in the dim light, so arrogant and proud of his abilities. “I thought I would give you a bit of a surprise tonight, once you returned. Little did I know my little love would be far too eager to wait for even her dearest little fluffy pet to materialize before getting right… into it.”

You raise a finger, sliding it down the ridge of his pointed ear. Its sensitivity instantly makes him shiver on top of you. Crimson eyes flutter shut, mouth pulled apart in pure arousal. But you keep that touch traveling down the cut of his jaw, drawing to a halt only to scritch under his chin.

You feel his cock twitch on your belly, increasingly more erratic and harder the longer you caress him there.

“I do rather like that, you know,” he offers gently. “Two-hundred years of being touched, and no one… no one touched me like that.”

“That’s because no one got the pleasure of petting the Vampire Ascendant in his remarkable transformed form before,” you grin, your fingers raising to continue their gentle scratches in his soft and unruly locks.

“Mmm I do like the sound of that, my treasure,” he purrs, leaning against your touch, eyes still closed to savor the sweet little caresses you make across his skin, through his hair. “Perhaps I could return the favor? Perhaps you have a little itch that needs… scratching?”

“Gods,” you mewl, bucking your hips for any more friction in your folds. He only chuckles as you do it again, your fingers clawing into the back of his neck. But he slides from your hold to grab your knees. His hands fold you into yourself, legs draping over his shoulder, opening yourself up wide and plentiful for his taking. A growl in his throat, Astarion sheathes himself inside you in one, quick and brutal thrust.

The noise you make bounces off that bat-scratched ceiling.

“Better?” he taunts above you, hands at the backs of your thighs as he slowly glides in and out. A rough beginning followed by a slow undulation as he takes you.

You can’t even lift your head, can’t catch a full breath with how he has you bent for his pleasure. But it feels so… divine. Every slick thrust squelches as he takes his time. You try to keep your gaze fixed into his, watching how he drinks in the sight of you, tongue licking his lip, muscles of his shoulder and chest clenching as he fights to keep control of himself.

You open your mouth, letting moan after moan pierce the wet-slapping quiet. You want to make him undone by your sounds alone. Holding nothing back, you make little noises of pleasure with each thrust, feeling that control slipping away as he slides into you faster. “So good,” you keen, his rolling hips now slamming into you. “I want more, my love…”

That… that snaps something inside him, nails biting into the soft flesh of your thighs, languorous thrusts turn to pummel after pummel that smack hard at the end of your channel.

You squirm, almost unsure if you can take it, but you can’t think either, hesitation quickly swallowed by the flashing heat of your climax. Your hands clench into the bedding, senseless noises rip from your throat, until you scream his name.

“Just as cute and ferocious, aren’t you?” he growls, pushing his cock through the clenching waves of your climax, his own thighs washed in the gush of your arousal. “Who’s… chittering… now, my pet?”

His words come out stilted, sputtered and forced between his gritted teeth as you feel him hitching. Hips bucking wildly and hard against your ass as he groans. Seed spurts inside you, leaking from your slit so packed with his cock. A few more thrusts and he stills, a slack jawed, satisfied smirk on his full lips. He grins so wide, you stare at his glinting fangs.

“Have I…” you pant, groaning as his hands ease your legs back down to the bedcovers, “…earned my own chin scratches?”

“Maybe…” he purrs back, sliding his body in the bed, pulling yours to fit snugly against his side. “There is a high standard of what warrants such a reward, I’m sure…”

“Not for you,” you tease, running a single finger along his jawline, tapping your fingertip on the prominent point of his nose.

“Yes, but I am Vampire Ascendant. We can’t be giving out my special reward to everyone, now can we?”

Your hand fists, slamming a punch into his shoulder that makes him feign a whine. “Oww,” he dramatically whimpers, his face suddenly twists into that look of feral, untamed lust. “Oh wait, as a mighty vampire lord now, I can also shrug off blows like they’re nothing, you should know that, my consort…”

You move with preternatural speed to climb on top of him, to grip both hands on his chest and smirk down at him. “I want my rewards,” you tease, letting your head wag to show off your chin.

He easily slips his arms from under your hold. Fingers claw around your neck, just enough grip to tighten your breath. He pulls you quick to his conceited grinning lips. Sucking your lips, those warm little licks of his mouth work his magic on your whole body. You feel it through the haze of need he stokes with his kiss, just the barest little tickles of his fingers under your chin.

It warms something inside you, that dexterous touch caressing that secret little soft spot under your chin. And then you feel his kiss sweep to the side of your neck, fangs grazing you with those little razor points. “One rewarding turn deserves another, wouldn’t you agree?” he purrs beneath your ear.

And you nod, the smallest permission taken to its fullest as he bites and drinks.

With one last stroke of his thumb under your chin to thank you.

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lala1267 · 10 months

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Elvis and Pricilla parked the pink Cadillac in the parking lot of the school. They were advised to attend the school fair. Lots of children and teens from different schools would open up their own stalls and raise money for charity. They exited the expensive car before holding eachovers' hands and walking along the path towards the entrance. Lisa Marie jumped onto Elvis's back as he walked. They looked around and brought a few things before Pricilla had trailed off with Lisa somewhere. Elvis saw a well decorated stall that read,

"Flowers sold here."

In pastel coulered paint. He saw a girl who stood behind it. She was carefully moving the flowers into place so that they looked perfect for display. He walked over to the stall. His eyes landed on the goddess that stood before him. Her blonde curly goldilocks hair seeped over her shoulders and draped down her back as her blue eyes shimmered in the warm sunlight. Her long eyelashes batted whilst her soft pink lips formed a smile. Her uniform hugged her body perfectly. The checkerd skirt and knee-high socks set a spark inside of Elvis.

"What could I help you with today sir?"

She asked with a cheerfull energy radiating of her. Elvis looked into her bambi eyes before replying.

"I don't know, you tell me."

He said as he looked at the flowers placed on the wooden counter that separated the both of them.

"Well, I'm selling home-grown flowers. They are quite rare, but I can sell them to you for five dollars."

She said as she eyed his sexy figure. His jet black hair was slightly messy, and he wore dark sunglasses that hid his alluring blue eyes. He wore a rather expensive long-sleeved silk button-up along with white flared trousers. A large gold belt rested on his hips perfectly. His smile made the girl blush slightly.

"Why would you do that, honey?"

He asked as he bit his lip slightly. She brought a hand up to her golden locks as she twisted her fingers around it. She looked down to the ground before looking back up at the handsome man before her.

"Pretty privalidge."

See said as her cheeky smile cascaded the atmosphere. Elvis chuckled slightly.

"If anything, it should be you with the pretty privilege. You're beautiful."

"You're not too bad yourself."

She said sarcastically before they both broke out into laughter. He looked deeply into her eyes.

"Would you like to buy something or not, sir?"

She asked politely as she played with the hem of her checkered school skirt.

"Which one is the best?"

He asked as he pointed to the colourful flowers. She looked down at them, scanning each and everyone until she picked up a bouquet of roses.

"These are a classic. They are good for anything, really. You can use it as a gift or a decoration, but it's best when it's a romantic setting."

She said seductively as she gave him a devious grin. He smiled back before he took the bouquet out of her hands. Purposely reached extra far so that he could feel her small hand against the pads of his fingers. He reached in his pocket before pulling out a hundred dollar bill and placing it in her palm. She looked down at the expensive rings on his long fingers. Each one dotted with a different type of diamond that sparkled and gleamed in the sun.

"Treat your self baby."

He said as his sexy eyes looked at her young self. Her soft sun-kissed skin had a pretty glow as she smiled. Elvis walked away shortly before turning his head back around to see the pretty school girl once more. She puckered up her cherry red lips and blew a seductive kiss him. He returned it with a naughty wink. She couldn't help bit feel a sort of attraction to the man. The way his southern drawl sent shivers down her spine made her want him more. Crave him, worship him.

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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All The Better To Eat You With

Kinktober 2022 - Day 1: Predator/Prey with Doctor Stephen Strange

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: After seeing you wearing the Cloak Of Levitation, Stephen wants to play Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - roleplay, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, rough sex, biting, oral sex, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, vaginal sex, costume kink, innocence kink

It started as a joke. It was around Halloween and you were trying to figure out a costume. You were joking that if he just let you borrow the Cloak Of Levitation you could be Little Red Riding Hood. The Cloak flew onto your shoulders happily and you posed as you batted your eyelashes animatedly. Well now he couldn't stop thinking about it. Now he couldn't stop thinking about you, all innocent and sweet, with him as the Big Bad Wolf.

So he bought you a little present. A short skimpy red and white checkered dress with a matching red cloak. He also found the red spike heels and pair of white thigh high stockings you wore with your naughty nurse outfit. He then laid it all out on the bed with a note and waited for you to find it. The only thing he wrote on the note was "Are you afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?"

He had purposely made sure to explicitly tell you, several times, what time that night he would be back from Kamar-Taj. He knew there was no way you wouldn't find the outfit and the note. He could only hope you would want to play along. He also may have dropped a couple hints the night before about having a new roleplay idea for you two to try out. Opting only for a sly "you'll see" when you asked him what the idea was.

When he got back that night most of the lights in the Sanctum were out except for a few smaller ones here and there. It was also a little too quiet. He dismissed the Cloak Of Levitation from around his shoulders to go do whatever it was that it did as he began to look for you. The shadows and general darkness of the Sanctum made him feel like he would already be sneaking up on you. His heart starting to beat just a little faster in anticipation.

Turning the light on and walking into your shared bedroom he saw you were nowhere to be found. Looking to the adjoining bathroom he saw the door open and the light off. Clearly you weren't there either. He looked back at the bed and noticed the sexy little costume he had picked out for you was missing as well.

Just then he heard the click of your heels echoing from the hall as you walked towards the bedroom door. A wicked smile crossed his face when he realized he had walked into his own trap. He waited to turn around until he heard you address him. Your voice was purposely low and timid.

"Excuse me sir, can you help me? I was walking through the woods and I seem to have gotten terribly lost. I'm all alone and frightened."

He slowly turned to face the threshold, letting his gaze fall to the hardwood floor as he did. Slowly pulling his eyes up to rake over every inch of your form still slightly silhouetted in the shadowy hallway and your face hidden under the hood of the cloak. All except for your cherry red lips that is. A growl already forming in his chest and fighting the urge to pounce already. It was clear you wanted to drag this out and he was perfectly okay with that.

His eyes darkened and he stood up a little straighter as he started to fall into the role of predator. His wicked smile suddenly changed to a warm one and he extended one hand towards you without moving from the spot he was standing in, beckoning you farther into the room.

"Of course I can help you. Come in out of the dark sweet girl. Come closer. I won't bite."

You shyly clasped your hands in front of you and walked towards him. Keeping your gaze cast down until you were in front of him. He reached out and lowered the hood on your cloak to reveal your face to him. Not groaning in desire took more effort than he thought it would. Seeing you look up at him through thick black lashes and pouty red lips. The low pigtails you wore tied up with checkered bows that matched the dress were the details that nearly broke his resolve.

He let his fingers tug lightly on the end of your pigtails creating a faux little scared jump and gasp from you. He took a step even closer to you making the height difference between you as noticeable as possible. Tilting his face down toward yours, inhaling your scent deeply through his nose. Afterwards he took a step back and clasped his hands behind his back as he started to circle around you. His steps were slow and deliberate.

"Well well, what is a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone? You know all sorts of big bad creatures lurk about in the woods, just dreaming of getting their teeth into a delicious little morsel… like you."

He paced around you one full circle. Punctuating the very last part of his statement by placing a finger under your chin and tilting your face up to his. Leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. He then continued stalking around you. Finally coming to stand directly behind you. Standing close to your back but making sure not to touch you.

"I was trying to find my way to my grandmother's house, but I must have gotten turned around. I'm so glad I found you to help me. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you."

He chuckled darkly in your ear as he drug the back of one hand up your arm. He was just close enough you could feel the edge of the short flouncy skirt you wore rub against the bulge he was now sporting. He let the hand that moved up your arm loop around to pull at the bow holding your cloak on. Untying it and letting it fall to the floor in one swift motion.

"Why what big hands you have."

He pushed one shoulder of your dress off before responding.

"All the better to touch you with my dear."

His hands found your hair again and he pulled. Turning your head to the side to face him.

"My what big eyes you have."

He made a show of lasciviously peeking down the front of your dress at the swell of your breasts on display.

"All the better to see you with my dear."

He moved to start kissing and nipping lightly at your neck. Subtly signaling you what to say next.

"My what big teeth you have."

Stephen bit into the flesh of your neck hard enough to leave a nice dark mark before gently lapping at the same spot to soothe it. Placing several long kisses sucking at the same spot. Making sure it would bruise. You had a feeling you would be covered in marks before the night was out. He let his hands come to rest on your hips as he answered.

"All the better to eat you with my dear."

Suddenly he jerked your body back by your hips and held your body firmly against him. His hips pressing forward extra hard. His erection straining against his pants now tightly pressed to you so you could feel it. He growled in your ear as he let his hips rut against you a few times.

You tried to put on an extra air of innocence and surprise as you said your next, and what you knew would be the final, of your observations.

"My what a big cock you have!"

His fingers gripped into your hips even tighter as he started manhandling you so you were stumbling towards the bed while making sure he didn't actually let you fall in the process. He stopped at the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around you. One hand wrapped tightly around your stomach, the other moving to grope and grab at one breast. He had started attacking your neck and shoulder again. Taking a few moments to indulge his hunger before you could feel him smile against your skin. Letting his arms relax he pulled back.

"All the better to fuck you with my dear."

He roughly pushed you down face first on the bed taking you by surprise. Before you could react he had flipped up the skirt of your skimpy costume and sunk his teeth into the flesh of your ass cheek. You yelped in response and then had to cover your mouth to not break character with a loud laugh in response.

"Maybe you aren't such an innocent little thing after all. Sweet good girls aren't supposed to like getting bitten by the Big Bad Wolf. Makes me wonder what else you'd like me to do."

He climbed on top of you and pressed his weight down to hold you flat against the mattress. His lips flat against your ear as he seemed to taunt you about your body's response to him. Your hips trying to arch and push your ass up into him. Encouraging him to keep going.

He lifted his weight up just long enough to bring his hand down firm against your other ass cheek. Using the same hand he rolled you underneath him to lay you on your back before pinning you down again. His hands on either side of your face as he captured you in a hungry kiss. All teeth and tongue as he devoured you. Leaving marks all over your neck and chest.

"Want me to eat you little girl? I'm going to pretty girl whether you want it or not. I'm going to devour and ruin every fucking inch of you."

He pulled the top of the dress down under your breasts and started biting at them too. His large hands grabbing at them and pinching at your nipples with his nimble fingers. Your back arching hard as you moaned loudly beneath him. He growled in response, an animal smile staring down at you. You were both practically panting.

He crawled down your body and started pushing the fluffy skirt of your costume up around your waist. Exposing the tiny white lace g-string you wore underneath. He licked his lips as he ran his hands down over your hips and onto your sex. Letting the pads of his fingers explore the soft delicate lace, trailing them down over the crotch of your panties.

"So pretty, so delicate. Just like you."

His hands slid out onto your inner thighs and he shoved them open, pinning your legs to the bed. Lowering his upper body and making a show of inhaling your scent. Sticking his tongue out and licking over you through the fabric of your panties. Stephen was loving every second of this. Indulging all of his senses in your body. Letting his animal urges take over like never before.

He started to pull at the lace fabric with his teeth, being careful to avoid biting the sensitive treasure that lay beneath them. The treasure he wanted to desperately get to. Managing to grab the fabric between his teeth and start pulling it away from your pussy. Dragging your panties down your legs. Stopping once he had gotten them lowered to your knees. Moving to tear them to shreds to get them off your body completely. Lowering his face back to eye level with your pussy again once he was done.

"Just as I thought. Definitely not an innocent little girl lost in the woods. Good girls don't get all wet like this for the Big Bad Wolf."

A growl came from deep in his chest as he began licking at you. One long lick up your wet slit with his tongue flattened and wide, covering every bit of your cunt that he could in one single torturous slow motion. Then he went to town licking and sucking at you ferociously, like he was starved. He was now pulling high pitched squeals from you with every move he made.

You were getting so loud you moved to cover your mouth for fear you would end up with America knocking at the door. You could feel Stephen's piercing blue eyes looking at you from between your legs. He pulled his mouth off of your pussy just long enough to scold you for hiding your noises. His fingers coming up to stroke at your already swollen labia as he did.

"I don't think so little girl, don't cover that pretty little mouth. I want to hear you scream. I made sure there's no one nearby to rescue you or interrupt my fun. If I see you trying to stay quiet again I'm gonna stuff that sweet mouth full of my cock."

He then bit the inside of one thigh as he slid two fingers into your pussy and started thrusting them hard and fast. The squelching of your arousal driving Stephen to latch his mouth back over your clit as his fingers started curling upward against your sweet spot. Immediately he felt your cunt starting to squeeze and flutter at his motions. He had you hurtling towards a screaming orgasm. Your back arching off the bed.

A final growl from your lover sending a vibration through your sex that made the muscles of your entire lower half tremble uncontrollably. A new flood of slick coating Stephen's fingers and face as his movements continue without ceasing. Pulling every second from your orgasm as he could. His name falling from your lips over and over in broken cries and gasps.

As soon as you had stopped shaking, before you could process what was happening or that Stephen had moved from between your legs and was now kneeling on the bed with his pants undone, he flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your hips up so your ass was in the air. He held onto your hip with one hand and grabbed both your pigtails in the other, yanking your head up to look at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror across the bedroom.

You looked completely debauched. Mascara running and dark tinted tears staining your cheeks, lipstick smeared. Your bare breasts pressed into the bedspread and your bare ass visible in the air over the top of your head. Your sweet fluffy red and white dress now a crumpled mess at your waist. The white lacy bands of your thigh highs framing Stephen's body kneeling behind you. He smiled and taunted you through the reflection as the tip of his cock slid through your sensitive folds.

"Look at that. Look at how pretty my little slut looks. All sweet and ruined by me, but I know you want more don't you? You know I want more. Be a good little slut and beg me for it, and you better make it good."

He pulled your hair a little bit harder and slapped your ass with his other hand before even giving you any time to beg, making you moan and making your pussy clench. Your voice came out desperate and pleading when you began to answer. Almost ashamed at how needy you sounded.

"Please fuck me. Please please please. Need it so bad. Need your big cock sir. Need you to fuck my tight little pussy with your big cock. Fuck me hard and fill me up please."

Without looking away from your reflection he let his hips push forward just a little as he held your body in place, pressing just the head of his cock inside you. Giving you just enough to tease you. Repeating the motion a couple more times before stopping and staying still with just the tip of his cock inside.

"Is this what you want? You want my cock? Good little girls don't want to get fucked by a big scary stranger's cock. I just felt that hungry little pussy of yours squeeze me tight. This isn't a good girl's pussy, this is a slutty pussy. You know what kind of girls have slutty pussys? Let me hear you say it. Tell me what you really are, just for me."

You were a moaning mess trapped playing his game. You didn't care. You wiggled and writhed trying to move your hips anyway you could. Trying desperately to get more of him. You couldn't take much more teasing from him. You needed him inside you.

"I'm a little slut, just for you. Your little slut Stephen. Your little whore. Please fuck me like the little slut I am. Please, sir."

He tutted at your begging and shook his head. Letting his free hand drag up your thigh raking his nails against your skin before gripping back onto your hip again.

"Such a desperate little thing."

Without any further warning he pulled your hips back roughly and slid his cock all the way inside you. He set a quick harsh pace using your own movement as leverage to make his own thrusts deeper, pounding into you. A squeak pulled from you everytime he bottomed out and his balls slapped against your clit. The bedframe rocking under the force.

Your senses were in full overload by the time Stephen started speeding up. Growls and moans falling from his lips as his eyes dropped to watch him bury himself inside your cunt. Seeing your tight hole cling to his thick cock each time he pulled back. Little praises falling even though he knew you were far too gone to hear them.

"Such a perfect cunt. So tight and wet. You take my cock so fucking well. Love this little pussy so much, swear I could spend all day fucking you and you'd love it. My little cock slut loves to be filled. I'm getting close, baby."

He let go of your hair and brought both hands to your hips, your upper body falling down onto the mattress. You looked at the mirror to see Stephen completely lost in the moment. A light sheen of sweat covering his sculpted chest. His head dropped back and his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritting together as he chased his orgasm. You had just enough mental presence left to know just what it would take to push him over the edge, knowing the feeling of him cumming would take you with him.

"Fuck yes daddy, give it to me. Fill me up! Cum in my little pussy. Not just your cock slut, I'm your little cum slut too. Need you to fill my slutty pussy with cum. Please, please, please!"

A renewed vigor in Stephen's eyes as he slammed into you harder and harder with every thrust. Even after your face fell down flat into the mattress you could tell the moment right before he filled you, his cock swelling even more before you felt it start to pulse and spurt inside you. The sensation of his thick warm cum filling you making your cunt spasm in response. Your body trying to milk every last drop of cum from him.

Both of you whined and groaned as your bodies pulled every bit of pleasure from the other until your nerves were on fire. His upper body collapsed down onto you as you huffed and puffed. He mindlessly started placing kisses on the back of your neck and whispering little gasps of overstimulation whenever your pussy would flutter around his now softening cock. Eventually you both fell onto your sides still holding each other tight.

With a wave of his hand, Stephen made both your costume and the rest of his robes disappear before maneuvering you both to lay comfortably on the bed. Covering you both up just enough to stay warm. You both lay there catching your breath and coming back down from your highs. Stephen surveyed all the marks he left on you. Nothing too bad but there were a lot of them, he made a mental note to ask if you wanted him to heal any of them or at the very least get you some arnica gel for them. In the meantime he would just lay there with you until one of you felt the urge, or regained the ability, to get up.

Suddenly you started giggling, only to dissolve into full on laughter after a moment. Stephen pulled back to look at you. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was very clearly confused as to why you were laughing so hard. Finally you calmed yourself enough to talk.

"I can't believe you bit my ass!"

"Well I was the Big Bad Wolf, & you are a very delectable little treat, sweetheart. If you want I can go get you some ice for your ass if I bit it too hard?... Okay, that's a sentence I didn't think I would ever say."

You both dissolved into laughter at that. You waved off the idea of the ice, it wasn't that bad. It had just been a hell of a surprise. He did feel a little proud as he surveyed the rest of the marks he had left. Knowing that you would only let him mark you like that. That it meant you were his. He started lovingly rubbing over the spot he bit trying to soothe away any soreness as you both started to settle in. Falling asleep with his hand still resting over the bruise that was forming on your ass.

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The next day you hadn't thought to cover up all the bruises and bites for your fairytale inspired romp. Usually you didn't worry about sporting all sorts of hickeys and love bites. At least not where they were easily visible. So needless to say when you brushed your hair back and America caught sight of a successive line of purple bruises down the side of your neck her shock took you by surprise.

"What the hell happened to you?! You look like you got attacked."

Suddenly realizing what she had seen, what you had forgotten to cover, you had to scramble for an excuse. You and Stephen were practically her parents. So you couldn't exactly tell her the truth, you didn't want to scar her for life, but you didn't exactly want to lie to her either. Especially with Stephen and Wong in earshot. You would never hear the end of it. So you did what you thought anyone in your position would do. You answered half into your coffee cup while hoping she wouldn't ask anymore questions.

"It's umm… a wolf bit me."

From the other room where Stephen was, where you knew he was listening, you heard the clattering of things being dropped. You were gonna be in trouble for that little comment later, but oh it was gonna be such a fun punishment. Of course you both had to survive Wong before that.

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fandom-collective-writers · 3 years

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An Entrancing Melody (Kaisei Kuon x MC)

Fandom: Kings of Paradise (Voltage)

Pairing: Kaisei Kuon x MC(F)

Prompts: “Don’t act so innocent, I heard you.” “Those are the moans I love to hear.”

Warnings: NSFW, Wet dreams, Vaginal fingering, Cunnillingus, & Vaginal penetration

Written by: @voltage-vixen

“Keep doing that, Kaisei,”MC moaned, unashamed of the desperation laced in with her pleads as her fingers curled around the strands of her boyfriend’s hair, further disheveling his messy maroon locks.

Though words were not exchanged, Kaisei’s grip on her thigh tightened while his tongue plunged deeper into the warmth of her heat. She hummed in approval at the sense of urgency in his deliverance; each lick orchestrated in tantalizing yet pleasurable motions, urging her closer and closer until-

“MC, wake up,” a voice dripping in concern suddenly intruded upon her ear. “Are you alright? It’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m right here beside you.”

“Hmm?” MC murmured, blinking the lids of her eyes in a half-attempted effort against the illuminating shine of morning light pouring in from the window of the bedroom.

“That’s it, MC,” the same familiar voice coaxed, awakening more of her tired senses. “I’m right here. It’s time to wake up now.”

An abrupt and relieving cooling sensation pressed against her forehead wiping away at trickles of sweat beads, and a gentle touch rested on the surface of MC’s shoulder giving her an affection squeeze.

“Kaisei?” MC yawned, attempting to rub away the final evidence of sleepiness from her tired eyes. When she was better able to see his silhouette, MC was startled to discover that his brow was furrowed in worry. Water droplets were dripping from the washcloth that his fist was tightly clenched around. Gone was the normal façade of his carefree demeanor, and instead replaced with a rare form of uncertainty. “Um, are you okay right now?”

“Am I okay right now? How could you ask me such a question at time like this?” Kaisei yelped, his hands finding their way to the sides of her arms “I should be asking YOU if you’re the one that’s okay right now! You were making some pretty weird sounds in your sleep, and I was worried that you had pushed yourself again and had caught a cold.”

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! DREAM KAISEI WAS SO -AHEM- TALENTED THAT HE WAS ABLE TO MAKE ME MOAN OUT LOUD WHILE I WAS SLEEPING TO THE POINT WHERE REAL KAISEI BELIEVES I’VE FALLEN ILL!!

“Um, actually……,” MC gulped, her cheeks inflamed crimson from the embarrassment of the confession she was about to utter. “I’m not sick! I was…..dreaming.”

Confused, Kaisei tilted his head and gazed at MC questioningly. The features of his boyish charms were heightened and pronounced as his brain racked, seeking to solicit the mysterious meaning behind the implication of her words.

Dreaming? What does dreaming have to do with-OH.

“My girlfriend was having a naughty dream about me then?”

Kaisei’s ears perked up. That grin appearing on his face was brighter than a child’s on Christmas morning after seeing Santa Clause made an appearance down the chimney. MC had experienced that look on numerous occasions prior; realizing there was no stopping the man at this point. Although knowing what was in store for her, she could hardly be bothered to care. She was ready to comply and Kaisei have his way with her.

“Was I better in your dream than I am in real life?” Kaisei prodded, his gaze an expecting one.

Gone was the newfound confidence MC had rustled up due to the direct nature of his question. Panicking, MC squirmed and made a dash for the blanket to escape the accusing look in his eyes he was flashing at her.

“Now you’re acting all shy?” he smirked, tugging the blanket from MC’s hands as she tried to cover her face in shame at the humiliation of her blunder. “There’s no need to hide anything from me. Don’t act so innocent, I heard you. I heard just how much you yearned for me.”

Hitched breathing resounded throughout the bedroom as Kaisei’s gaze shifted up, indulging in the spectacle of MC withering before him while his hands spared no moments intruding upon her. The base of MC’s palm was braced firmly against the flat of the headboard of his bed, whilst the fingers on her other hand tousled in the ruffled strands of her lover’s hair. He reached under her nightgown to rip off her underwear and knelt down to admire the view of her bare. With his face cradled between the softness of her thighs, his fingers teasingly caressed at the velvet of her folds.

“Did ‘dream’ me make your body this hot?” Kaisei murmured in sync of the movement of his lips sucking down hard on her thigh, the heat of MC’s flesh blazing him. “Were you as wet for him as you are for me now?”

The director’s arousal twitched in the bask of MC’s reaction when his second finger joined his other deep by penetrating deep into the wetness of her dripping sex. A triumphant grin danced across his face when his partner’s head shot backwards into the pillows. The soles of her feet pressed against the muscles of Kaisei’s back to bring him closer to the rush of heat he was responsible for awakening within her.

“Well?” he murmured, purposely drawing out the rhythm of his movements to prolong the woman reaching her high before eliciting the rush of pleasure MC was ever so desperately pleading him for with the batting of those long lashes. Those very same lashes Kaisei that would bat whenever she stole a glance from him when she was with Shun. He loved her pretty eyelashes, and Kaisei loved MC even more greatly. Always one aiming to please, Kaisei inched his head closer to the sensitive bud that she was desperate to have touched.

MC’s body grew hotter and sweat trickled down the length of her abdomen as Kaisei’s hot breath grazed over her damp skin. He already knew the inner craving of her desires and exactly what it was she needed from him in that moment. The tension in her hips began to relax as she wanted to scream out in submission and demand Kaisei take her here and now.

Inflamed by a carnal appetite, Kaisei growled out in a desperate restlessness and latched onto the side of MC’s hips. MC’s attempt at rationalizing with him was ceased when the pads of his fingertips jolted a tingling sensation between her legs. His eyes were coated in a lustful glaze, and his heavy breathing transformed into what she considered to be a rabid pant. In that moment, MC’s legs wrapped around Kaisei more snugly. She knew he wanted her. In return wanted nothing more than for Kaisei to ravish everything she had to offer him.

Still holding his girlfriend’s body captured in an intense embrace, Kaisei’s tongue was drawn to her arousal glistening where his fingers were just occupying. Begging whimpers were muddled out in between the moans of MC as her body was melting into a puddle.

“Don’t hold back,” Kaisei’s encouragement enticing more of those entrancing melodies MC purred at the induction of his caresses. “Those are the moans I love to hear.”

Ready to devour and satiate his hunger, Kaisei’s tongue lunged yonder past her glistening slit and groaned at the immersing encompass of her heat. The way her hips bucked was a sheer indication of how close the woman already was to releasing the divine nectar he thirsted for. Taking care to apply special friction to her sensitive nub to deliver the care of foreplay he longed to shower his woman with, his fingers and mouth paid a special focus to ensure that eventually she would be able to fully encompass all of him. Still pent up from her prior dream, Kaisei didn’t have the chance to spoil her long since his assault soon induced her climax. MC’s balled up fist pounded against the headboard in satisfaction as her walls fluttered from the peak Kaisei instilled upon her. Touching MC alone was simply never enough to sustain the man, so he used this opportunity to greedily lap up her juices. He felt himself grow even more painfully hard while losing himself in the dusk of her natural scent.

“Appetizing as usual,” Kaisei muttered, before crawling up to rest his chin on MC’s swollen chest. He reached for her fist which had now gone limp and entwined his fingers around hers.

“Hope that woke you up a bit since I’m only just getting started with you. ‘Real’ me wants to find out which Kaisei is better in the sack.”

Squeezing his fingers tighter around their already enjoined hands, his hips snapped forward in attention to entwine their lower bodies as one, only beginning to draw out moans that would surely last late into the hours of burning oil.

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Little Minx - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

Fred Weasley x Fem Hufflepuff Reader

Prompts: 44, 45, 54.

44: “what did that idiot say to you?” he asked again “just tell me!”

45: “it’s just a bit of weed, calm down okay?”

54: “you’re a prefect? no fucking way”

Requested/About: Fred and the reader aren’t close but know one another and hangout in the same social circles, engaging in constant banter with each other. One day, Fred and the readers sexual tension is pushed to breaking point when jealousy is thrown into the mix.

Warnings: angst, swearing, sexual tension, soft smut, fingering, hand job, mention of drug use (smoking weed).

Sitting down in the three broom sticks you passed the butter beers down the table to Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins, hearing them muttering and insulting each other.

“Cheers love” George smiled at you, taking his drink.

Lee moved his chair up over to the wall, you sat down at the table and took a sip of your own drink, licking away the liquid moustache that formed on your upper lip.

“y/n, be a doll and wash these pint glasses up for us, will you?” Fred smirked, pushing four or five empty glasses across the table towards you.

You rolled your eyes and scowled, trying not to let his dig bother you too much.

“Shut it, you.” you replied, taking another sip.

Fred smirked and started to laugh, elbowing George and mocking your response. Staring at his lips whilst doing so, you wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him to shut him up but also because your heart kept begging for it.

You often daydreamed about being with Fred, fucking him in the trophy room, in an empty classroom during detention, you thought about it all - and Fred making these jokes and frustrating you only made this worse and your feelings more intense.

You brushed your foot against Fred’s leg, he turned to look at you, his expression slightly flustered by what you were doing. You continued to finish your drink, chatting with Lee and George, Fred felt like he could melt, he got himself excited and had to hold onto his seat.

Picking up his drink, you smirked and kicked him, causing him to jolt and spill his drink all over the table and his brother.

“Oi!” George yelled out, moving his books out the way “sort yourself out Freddie!”

You smirked and clamped your hand over your mouth, unable to stop laughing, Fred shot you a glare whilst gripping the inside of his thigh, swearing and muttering under his breath.

Fred cleaned up the mess and the three of you continued to rinse him, taking the piss and making jokes, you couldn’t stop biting your lip and flashing him winks when George and Lee weren’t looking, getting the older twin more hot and bothered.

Over the next week in the classes you and Fred shared together, you couldn’t help but tease him even more - you’d unbutton your shirt to expose your cleavage, roll up your skirt, continuously drop your quills so you had an excuse to bend over, biting your lip and winking at him.

When it came to helping him with homework, projects and his tests, you made sure to confuse him, give him the wrong answers and get him into trouble whilst you continued to get everything right and go above and beyond with your studies.

Fred felt like he could burst into flames, so desperate to grab you by the waist and punish you for making a fool out of him at the weekend, but he also wanted to kiss you, run his fingers through your hair and give into his desires completely.

Whilst eating your dinner, George and Lee waltzed over to you, mischievous glints splashed across their faces. You put down your fork and stared at them, a smirk playing on your lips, you hid your prefect badge in your pocket.

“Where's Freddie?” you asked.

George and Lee kept shuffling with their hands in their pockets.

“Detention thanks to you” George replied.

“Anyway” Lee looked at the rest of the Hufflepuff students staring at him and put his focus back on you “can you help us..”

You cocked your eyebrow and raised your hands up in front of you in defence “okay, okay, I’m coming”

Getting up from the table you followed Lee and George out of the great hall, the two of them hurrying away with their heads staring down at their shoes. Breaking out across the quidditch pitch, you noticed Fred sat on his broom, hovering above you with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Thanks for that, Y/N” he scowled at you, flying down and unmounting his broom “you got the good stuff Georgie?” he asked his brother.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes “it’s why you should revise, Fred, I don’t help naughty boys” you smirked.

Fred glanced away from you, trying to hurry his brother up, knowing how pleased you would be to see you got him flustered.

George got out some rolling paper from his pockets and a plastic tub filled with nugs, the four of you sat on the floor on a huge blanket, shielding yourself from the early evening breeze. Sitting next to Fred you winked at him and brushed your hand against his thigh, making him jolt and move away.

You noticed the weed whilst George and Lee began to roll the joints, you pulled out your prefect badge from your pocket and pinned it onto your jumper, trying to imagine how Percy would act.

“we can’t be doing drugs!” you fake hissed, bending over and trying to snatch the joint out of George’s grip.

Fred could see your underwear and the outline of your pussy, instantly making him go red in the face, his dick starting to get a semi.

“it’s just a bit of weed, calm down okay?” George scolded you, moving the joint out of your reach.

Lee laughed and noticed the badge on your jumper and continued to roll the other joint “come on Y/N don’t be a snitch, I know your position requires it but we’ll curse you babe.” he spoke out calmly “won’t we Fred?”

You moved away from George and sat back down next to his twin, turning to face him, flashing a innocent smile.

Fred looked over to you and his face dropped, noticing your now gleaming badge “you’re a prefect? no fucking way”

“We’ve known for ages, Freddie, she won’t tell, will you Y/N?” Georgie cut off his brother, finishing rolling the last joint, passing them around.

You shook your head and smirked at Fred, batting your eyes at him “I won’t tell, I swear” you took a joint from George and passed the other to Fred.

Fred glared at you and covered his bulge with his free hand and jumper, you eyes him up and raised an eyebrow, laughing at him.

For the rest of the evening, George and Lee continued with the same old banter - ripping into one another, making jokes all whilst high and too dazed to properly think of something creative and witty; Fred sat back and just stared at you, his heart skipping beats as you laid your head against his shoulder.

Fred pocketed his joint and so did you, you didn’t know why but if he wasn’t getting high, neither would you.

His lust filled wants and needs swam around his head, whispered in his ears, images of you and him fucking flashed before him, his boner was painful and he had to keep swallowing the drool that pooled inside of his mouth.

Lee and George kept yawning and decided to call it a night, getting up with them you hugged George goodnight, he pulled you into him and whispered in your ear “you should keep the badge on, look how flustered he is.”

The two of you shot a smirk at his brother and laughed “see you later, love.” George waved.

Sitting back down, you laid on your back and watched the stars - the sky now dark shades of blue against the bright, twinkling stars.

“What did he say?” Fred asked, staring at you, admiring your beautiful features whilst his heart fluttered.

“nothing” you laughed, shaking your head “it’s none of your business anyway”

Fred rolled his eyes and furrowed his brows, scooting across the blanket, sitting beside you “what did that idiot say to you?” he asked again “just tell me!”

Turning your head to look at the golden haired boy, you bit your lip and let out a soft laugh “George notices how flustered you get because of me”

Fred got on top of you and brushed the hair out of your face, blocking your view from the stars; you didn’t mind, you preferred him anyway.

“You tease me on purpose, Y/N” Fred growled, his hand cupping your face, his thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip.

Letting out a shaky breath, you kissed his thumb and stared into his deep brown eyes “that I do, but you know you love it”

Fred kept quiet, his eyes wandering over your lips and back up into your own lust filled eyes.

“How bad do you want me, Freddie?” you asked gently, running your hand up and down his arm.

Fred started to get goose bumps, his hard on wanting to break free through his trousers “really bad”

You propped yourself up on you elbows, brushing your lips against his you whispered “show me”

Fred kissed you like his life depended on it, his tongue dancing with yours, his gentle hand moving up your inner thigh, his long digits brushing against your pussy through your silky underwear.

Letting out a moan against his lips, Fred hooked one of his fingers on the waist of your underwear, pulling them down your legs, his thumb circled around your clit whilst he lined up two of his fingers against your entrance.

Fred pulled away from the kiss “May I?” he asked.

You nodded “Can I?”

Fred smirked and nodded too.

His very touch making you wet, your own hand reached out, pulling down the zip on his trousers to pull them down and his boxers, his large length springing out and slapping against his stomach, you grasped it and started to pump gently.

Feeling his fingers slide inside of you, pumping in and out whilst his thumb stimulated your clit sent fireworks of pleasure igniting inside of you but you wanted more and so did Fred, but he didn’t want to fuck you right here and now, out in the open - he wanted you to be in his warm bed, nice and comfortable.

Fred could sense this, he moaned out and started to kiss your neck, whispering in your ear “sometime soon, love, I promise” his kisses turned into sucking, leaving his marks on you for everyone to see.

Pumping his cock faster caused him to slip a third finger inside of you, finger fucking you faster and deeper whilst your clit started to send shockwaves from your knees and down your legs, you couldn’t lay still anymore and you bit your lip to hold yourself back from moaning out too loud, making you lips red and start to bleed.

The very sight of you feeling so much pleasure because of Fred made him get closer, he had you exactly where he wanted you and he couldn’t get enough of hearing your moans and seeing the pleasure you were experiencing flash through your features.

“look at those bloody gorgeous legs of yours shaking” Fred teased, your juices coating his fingers “cum for me” he grunted, twitching in your hand.

“only if you do the same for me” you moaned out, pumping his cock faster, squeezing him.

Fred could feel you tighten round his fingers, and he couldn’t get the thought of him making love to you out of his head. Letting his head fall back, Fred muttered swear words out of his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut - hot liquid shooting out and running down the head of his cock and down your fingers.

Feeling the fireworks explode inside of your tummy, the built up pressure inside of you released itself and leaked out onto Fred’s long fingers, your legs shaking and almost jolting.

Withdrawing his fingers, you let go of Fred, he tumbled and lay next you - no longer blocking the view of the stars. The golden haired boy pulled put his wand, muttering “Scourgify” breathlessly, before pulling up his boxers and trousers.

Putting your knickers back on, the two of you stared at the stars in silence, almost too shocked to talk about what just happened, Fred turned and looked at you, smiling.

“Satisfied?” he asked, grinning.

You slapped his arm playfully “I could ask you the same thing” you paused for a moment “same time next week?”

Fred bit his lip “you’re a bloody little mix, you know that?”

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insufferablelust · 3 years

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Naughty list. (ThrilledAu!Mgg x Reader)

Warnings : Slight smut, Spanking, D/s themed ofc, The use of ‘sir’ & ‘daddy’, mention of edging, mention of overstimulation for future reference, sadist!mgg, condescending!dom, Marking, Its.. um Filthy as many of you already know. Please read at your own discretion.

Hello this is the christmas one shot i’ve promised, its 3 am rn and im so sorry i just done finishing this because things had been so chaotic. But i hope y’all enjoy and please wait up patiently for my next fics which will come in the next several days as promised.

PLEASE NOTE : This blurb sets inside my Thrilled Au, after the Bratty Rendezvous chapter which i have yet to upload, though i will upload it very soon. So basically this fic is the filler chapter and a teaser for the two upcoming chapters of thrilled! so i hope that makes sense and i hope y’all enjoy it. Happy holidays and Merry christmas! Take care, x D

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He felt her before he even opens his eyes, a small smile threaten to quirk at the side of her lips in response to the feeling of small kisses all along his face down to his neck— the oh so warm familiar kisses by the love of his life.

“Matthew wake up.” Y/N whispered, giggling to herself as she felt him grunt below her at the feeling of her sinful lips nips and bites onto his skin, “It’s christmas morning, come on daddy.” She whispered once more, but this time doing it with grinding down where her bum was sat prettily atop of his crotch, just enough to make him wrap his hand around her neck.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” His grip tighten a bit just then, as her eyes closed and a smile etched beautifully onto her lips. Matthew scoffed at her reaction before sitting up on the bed, bringing her up with him so he could lean against the headboard.

“J-just waking you..” Was all that she could manage, with shallow breaths and innocently batting her lashes up at him. “Oh, princess..” He murmured as he finally took in the sight of her.

She’s perched up beautifully on her lap, with her thigh high christmas themed socks, his sweater and a collar— a special one he had gifted her a few days prior, with the color red and his named engraved on the inside lining where nobody could see but she certainly could feel. On the outside, it might look like a normal choker necklace but they both know very well that that’s not the case. Its a symbol of him, latched onto her every second of the day— its their dynamic, its how they work.

“You look like a dream, little one..” He gasped, as she whines on his lap, a perfect little noise reserved only for him, making his hard on pressed oh so good against her bottom. “Dressed up for y-you!” Y/N exclaimed happily and slightly out of breath by the way Matthew’s grip just tightens and tightens— just like he was trying to squeeze the cuteness out of her.

God, you’re his, and his his his only.

“I know baby, so so pretty for me, being so so good.” He gave her cheek a pretty light slap, just to make her gasp and leave her sweet little mouth open slightly— all messy and beautiful. “Thank you daddy, just for you.” She smiled then, awaiting for his instruction just like how he likes it— or more importantly, just like how she craves it.

Matthew cocks his head to the side a little as he contemplates on what he’s going to do with her, it’s always like this with them— just wanting to do so many things, explore everything, explore each other’s limits, especially hers. Always hers, he thinks, whatever makes her happy.

So with a simple instruction he lessen the grip on her neck before pressing a small kiss on her forehead, “Go to our room now, and be on your position, daddy has to make some calls for our party this evening but you better be on your position by the time i get there or else.” He taps her cheeks twice, eyes pierced onto hers— as she nods a little, “yes daddy.”

“Go on.” She smiled before pressing a gentle peck to his lips, getting up and padded her tiny feet towards the door, “Oh and princess?”

“Yes daddy?”

“anything off but the socks and your collar.”

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He’s doing this on purpose, your mean mean daddy is doing this on purpose— making you wait on your knees by the bench inside your dungeon, just waiting and waiting until you feel your knees beginning to fall asleep on you. But you tried your best to be presentable, just how daddy likes it.

Your body jumps a little when the sound of his footsteps rang through the room, sound of the door closing has your feet tingling and your cunt wet, oh he could definitely see the glisten gleam from it for sure.

“I thought you’d be well acquainted with my rules by now, pup.” He let out a disapproving sigh, which made your cheeks warmer and you instantly straighten your back, part your thigh a little and gulps— trying to remember what you did wrong this time.

“I—“

“Ah ah, you know better than to speak without my permission in this room do you?” He scoffed, walking around the room just to tantalize you, sending shiver up your spine. “you were good this morning, so good that daddy had half the mind to make you cum but now i’m not so sure.” He adds, which earn a gasp from you, Oh how you wanted to cum, you want to cum so so bad, the last time you did was a week ago when you were still in Paris— but right after your little bratty rendezvous there was no way in hell, he’d let you cum, oh no no, kitten doesn’t deserve to cum until master says so.

You bit your lip in agony, trying to block the tears that were about to slip from your pretty eyes down your heated cheeks, just trying to do anything he asks— anything. You let out a gasp as he tilt your chin up, which he cooed at and sigh softly, whilst his thumb brush side to side on top of your lips.

“Look at your tears, baby. Do you think it’ll work? hm? you think because daddy’s little elf put on a show this morning, that daddy is going to let this slide?” He pouts condescendingly, watching as the tears finally dripped down your cheeks, oh he wanted to photograph this so bad, his little fairy.

“Go on, answer daddy.” He pats your cheek with his thumb as you tried to find the courage to speak, “I-I’m sorry d-daddy.. i.. please..” Matthew sighed softly, seeing the genuine regret behind your eyes has him reprimanding your punishment, daddy was a tamer, but he was and will always be fair— forgetfulness is a human mistake, besides it’s christmas, and he figured he needed to give you something from all the torture you’ve endured since Paris.

“Up, princess. Let daddy braid your hair.” He tugged her collar a little which earned a gasp from her, though it was a combination between the sensation on her neck and realization on what she did wrong, “Daddy i—“

“Shh, up.” He cuts you off before you could mutter an apology, or several apologies. You should’ve known better, if he told you to be on position, what he always meant is for you to be on your knees by the bench, with your hair untied specifically because he likes to braid you before play time, and today you’ve put your hair up, completely forgetting a clear important rule. Matthew helped you get on your shaky feet, as you trembled a little, whispering a small, “thank you daddy.” Before facing the bench, back toward him so he could process on your hair.

“Tell daddy why he’s punishing you tonight.” He hummed behind her, fingers expertly tangle and untangle through her hair, looping each side to the center as he formed a perfect braid from the top of her hair and making his way down. “Because i forgot daddy’s rule.” You muttered shakily, voice laced with regrets at yourself for disappointing daddy.

“Which rule is it, pup?” His voice seemed so close now, she could practically feel his warm breath against her skin that she zoned out for a moment before a tug on her hair brought her back, “I— i didn’t untie my hair, sir.”

“Why is it important?”

“Because daddy needs to braid my hair, and.. and it teaches me to.. remembers daddy’s rules.” You finished with a sigh, before feeling a soft kiss placed on top of your shoulder blades, “10 with my hands. Go and bend over the bench, bunny.”

—

Y/N braced herself as she felt the stinging, heated sensation smacked across her bottom, making her grip tighten onto the railing bench and her body shakes a little. “F-Five, thank y-you daddy.”

“Color?” Matthew pressed his palm against her stinging skin as he try to soothe the aching pain a bit, it’s true that they both love this— loves the thrill, the pain, and the overall pleasure that comes from this. However, Matthew would never enjoy hurting his bunny without any context, or out of proportion, it might look like he has all the control but they both knows well that she has all the control, if she wants to stop, she knows what she needed to say.

“G-Green sir please.” Oh how he loves the way her voice croaked underneath him, the way she arched her back toward him— as if asking for more, ready for more just as she deserve, as she behaved. So he delivered then, 3 slaps in a row as she cries out between each milliseconds, and sobs out the thank you’s and pleas.

“just two more now, y’think you can take it, petal?” Matthews hand crept up to where your collar snuggly wrapped around your neck, thumbing the soft leather as he makes sure you’re still okay which you confirmed by a ‘yes daddy, please continue’

The last two slaps were unexpected, catching her off guard as it landed way way below where her cunt drips dewy sweet honey, and where her by now— swollen little pearl sits, making her jumps and scream out in a blissed pleasure. “Fuck! oh! nine ten! daddy thank you!”

“Shh shh, come here, good girl.” Matthew gently helped her stand before picking her up bridal style and sit down onto the bed which was installed on their room, his lips were pressed tightly onto her forehead as he soothes her aching skin and mumble calming words. “It’s okay, ‘s all over, such a good girl, little one.”

“Daddy...”

“Yes angel?”

“Do i deserve to cum now?”

“Oh petal, you will be begging to stop cumming later, just you wait.”

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letshaikyuu · 4 years

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How do shirabu , kita, and kunimi react whn they saw s/o wander around the house without bra or underwear ? ( I do that a lot im this quarantine )

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 // 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚/𝐧: honestly, I'd do that too so totally understand you anon dear

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: actions like these have sexy consequences ;3

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

៚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮

• He wouldn't notice right from the start and you'd probably be walking around a few days like that before he actually notices. He'll probably notice out of the blue, when his hand is sneaking around your waist when you come in for a hug and he feels your breasts more than he's used to

• When you tell him that you haven't been wearing any underwear since quarantine has started, Shirabu is ready to combust. His face can't control its redness, his eyes are wide open and he can't form coherent words. He reminds you of a fish because his mouth keeps opening and closing without any words coming out

• "...you're not wearing anything underneath that?...you're really out here trying to kill me"

• He wouldn't expect you to do something like this, but it's certainly not an unpleasant surprise. It takes him a few days to get used to it and you feel more free to move rather suggestively, in hopes of getting Shirabu to leave his books and focus on you

• He probably wouldn't give you a second glance in a usual setting, but now that he knows that you're not wearing any underwear, he pays extra attention just to see what you're going to do

៚𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

• He notices right off the bat. During quarantine, he has become extra touchy because he needs to do something to entertain himself and it's best to focus on you. Notices when his hand is sneaking up your oversized shirt and expects to feel some underwear, but instead touches skin

• His eyes light up like a Christmas tree because this is probably the hottest thing you could've done and Kita wouldn't change it in the world. His gaze darkens as his touches become more rough and needy, your skin soft and welcoming his hands so nicely. Kita is enjoying this very much

• "I can't believe you're doing such a naughty thing, love. Care to take all of this off and show me what you're hiding underneath?"

• Quarantine has become the best thing ever for Kita. He always asks you, at the beginning of the day, if you're planning on wearing anything underneath. He definitely asks you to wear nothing one day, just so that he has the best view in the world

• During the quarantine, he also purposely hides your underwear and acts all innocent, so you're almost forced not to wear anything. But, Kita will never mind you not wearing anything ;3

៚𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚

• Kunimi would notice right away, but he wouldn't tell you anything until you admit to him yourself that you're, in fact, not wearing any underwear underneath your clothing because it's more comfortable. His gaze is constantly on you and noting how he fails to see the lines of your underwear

• His personal opinion is that he's loving it. It's something naughty, daring and adds a little spice to the whole quarantine ordeal. After a while, he'll randomly grab you by the waist as his hand is harshly cupping your bum. His gaze extremely hot and you can see just how greatly he's reacting

• "Did you think I wouldn't notice? You're really out here stretching your limits, but I can't say that I disliked it."

• Even though he knows you're not wearing anything, his eyes still fall on your body and look closely. You keep not wearing anything and one of the reasons is that Kunimi, himself, told you not to wear anything until quarantine is over

• There's definitely a possibility that Kunimi casually tells you not to wear anything underneath even when quarantine is over. Underwear just gets in the way of things, Kunimi would cheekily say

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s 5✩ Inspiration: Black VS Black [黑色对峙] Date Translation (END 1: Do Nothing)

“Oh? You know how to beg for mercy now, don't you?”

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✥ Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

Osborn walked into the room as I was hesitating.

Osborn: What's wrong?

MC: Mitt destroyed one of your car models and fled.

Osborn Laughed and walked to the area where Mitt had made a mess, picking up the fallen car model along with its scattered compartments that had come off.

Osborn: There was a big commotion coming from here earlier. I thought you'd both gotten into a fight.

MC: Ugh, was I really being that loud…?

Osborn: Not really, but…

Osborn: I was worried that if I were even a minute late, you'd both have successfully torn this place apart.

MC: …...

Osborn looked at my blank look, snorting. He then raised his hand and flicked me on the forehead.

Osborn: I'm just pulling your leg.

He sat down by the table and started to put the model back together. His movements were so quick and skilful that I couldn’t quite catch them all. Then, I followed suit and helped him with it.

Soon, the car model was restored to its original form and returned safely to its original display.

Osborn: Come on, let's go look for Mitt.

MC: Right…

MC: Should we check the living room? I think that was where it slinked off to!

❖☆———————————★❖

By the time we found Mitt, it was already sprawled out beside the TV cabinet with its paws stuck underneath, fiddling with something in the gap.

Recalling the layout of his living room, I quietly tip-toed and whispered my idea into Osborn’s ear.

MC: I’ll take left, you take right. We’ll pincer it.

Osborn: It's already here, so there's no need to go through so much trouble.

MC: Huh?

Osborn: Just wait and see.

Osborn took a couple of long strides forwards in the direction of the cat.

I followed after him, quietly approaching the black cat. However, my attention was suddenly caught by the photo frame that the cat had just been playing with.

Picking up the frame, I carefully observed it...

In the picture were Osborn and a couple of familiar-looking teammates. They’d all had an arm around each other’s shoulder, beaming as they held the same trophy.

Their faces all look much younger… Is this a photo from years ago?

The race car in the background had a red and white body with an orange rear spoiler, similar to the car model that Mitt had batted off its perch earlier.

MC: Don’t tell me… Was that car model made based on this race car?

I was lost in thought when a sudden meow broke my train of thought.

Osborn: Still wanna run?

❖☆———————————★❖

I raised my head to see Osborn with both arms raised, gently holding up the cat in question.

The bright and warm sunlight shone in through the window, carefully outlining his chiselled side-profile and the contours of his muscles.

Although Mitt had already been caught, it still glared daggers at Osborn. It was as if a cat and a human were engaged in a silent battle with each other.

After a while, Mitt seemed to register the fact that it’d lost, meowing pitifully in that soft cry once more.

❖☆———————————★❖

Osborn: Oh? You know how to beg for mercy now, don't you?

Osborn carried Mitt to the little corner we’d set up for it. Mitt seemingly gave up on the game of chase, lowering its head to eat the cat food that we’d prepared for it since the very beginning.

Watching it eat its food so obediently, I couldn’t help but kneel down and stroke its round head.

Mitt cast a doubtful glance at me, but turned its head, indulging nuzzling itself into my palm.

MC: !

MC: I touched it! How cute…

Osborn: You're that excited from just being able to touch it?

MC: Yeah. It looked so naughty that I thought I wouldn't be able to touch it today.

Osborn: It'll come running up to you for a lick or two so long as you have food.

MC: Then I MUST let it try the wet cat food! Maybe it’ll get closer to me!

I sped towards the sofa and picked up the packet of wet cat food, purposely waving it before its nose.

It couldn’t resist the offered temptation after all. Its soft fluffy paws batted at my wrist as it opened its mouth and cried its pleas.

MC: Okay, okay. Any more and you’ll end up a piggy.

I recalled something after putting away the remaining food. I picked up the photo frame that I’d set down earlier and handed it to Osborn.

MC: Oh, yeah. By the way, this was the photo frame that Mitt was batting with under the TV cabinet earlier. I don’t know where you normally display it.

He took the photo frame from me and glanced at it.

MC: And on that note, I realized that the car in the background looks very similar to the model we just pieced back together. Are they the same?

Osborn: Oh. The model was made according to this race car.

Suddenly, I recalled having seen the highlights of all his races before.

The year and month in which he’d won his first racing championship seemingly coincided with the time that this photo was taken.

My guess had tumbled out of my lips before I could stop it.

MC: Is this the car you drove when you won your first championship?

He quirked a brow.

Osborn: Why, you know me so well.

MC: Then… Is that car model something of a memento from that race?

Osborn: You can say that.

MC: I heard somewhere before that that car’s engine had to be changed out every two races. It shouldn’t be in use anymore, right?

Osborn: The engine exploded on me during that race, so it was only my companion once.

Osborn spoke lightly of it, but thinking of how exciting and terrifying it must have been back then, I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink a little.

MC: I’m glad the car model’s alright. Otherwise, it’d be such a pity for such a meaningful memento to get damaged like that.

Osborn: So I should thank you properly. Is that it?

MC: Huh? Thank me?

He chuckled lightly, his eyes sliding from the photo to my face. He had a slightly flippant look on his face.

Osborn: Weren't you the one who made that car model more meaningful?

MC: ……

I was taken aback for a bit. I looked at him in surprise, only to find his gaze calm and gentle. There was a smile glimmering within his eyes.

Osborn: You were pretty clever when fixing the model. Why so stupefied now?

As his words sank in, I felt my heart flutter as I realized what he’d meant by having made it more “meaningful”. Something seemed to have filled my heart. It was a little flustering, yet also a little sweet.

I worried my lip and gathered my courage together before looking up to meet his eyes.

MC: Then, that makes me happier now...

MC: Although I didn’t get the chance to sit in on the race of your first championship and cheer you on...

MC: I was still able to piece the model back together and play a part in that precious moment of memory.

Inexplicable emotions surfaced in Osborn’s eyes, and in the next second, his big hand ruffled my hair with a vengeance.

Osborn: There's really no helping you, is there?

I shyly ducked my head, but I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from rising.

At this moment, the sun had enveloped us both within its warmth.

The cat quietly ate by our feet, letting out a purr of satisfaction every once in a while.

Slowly but surely, unspeakable feelings started to bloom and spread within the confines of my heart.

I hope, from the deepest points of my heart, that time would always be eternally frozen in this beautiful moment.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 +3 + 4 | Choice: Call Out [呼唤] ⊹Speak⊹

END 5 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 6 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ★Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

Previous Part: (Prologue)

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tintinwrites · 4 years

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first time | First Order!Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: Nobody asked for this but here I am with a sequel to ‘first commander’ I wrote this forever ago and kept it a secret!! This boy might be a series of one-shots idek you guys

Rating: M

Warning: Smut. Naughty words. Oral (briefly M receiving and then female receiving to orgasm). Brief Daddy kink. Rough-ish sex. Poe isn’t the best guy but he ok. Orgasm denial?

Word count: 2,285, apparently!!

Summary: You decide to sleep with the commander of the First Order’s toughest fleet seeing as you’re lonely and he’s the only person there who’s nice to you, and he seems more unique than he does genuinely evil like you’d been told.

First Commander

GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine.

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He'd laughed when he mentioned that fucking him might earn you a few privileges.

Not because he was kidding about it, but explained that you didn't have to, that it was merely a generous offer rather than a threatening demand.

You were pretty sure you said something about how you'd spit in his face if he ever entertained the thought again, your own mind briefly wondering what it would be like to sleep with someone like him.

He was very attractive and very much a member of the First Order, even if he was much more carefree and you might say friendly than the others.

Still evil, you thought.

Less evil when you'd been there for a few weeks and he was the only one who didn't sneer at you when entering your cell, the only one who didn't threaten to beat or kill you if you didn't give him information.

He was nice about wanting information and he would sneak in sweet-sand cookies and he was probably only tricking you and—

You were lonely, okay? That was your reason for batting your eyelashes at him, for letting him cuff you for show as he walked you to his quarters.

The reason why you were about to sleep with a First Order commander.

He'd been surprised when you propositioned him, but he didn't hesitate to accept.

You'd been surprised when he kissed you like a typical lover, but you didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

"Take off your clothes," he murmured, nudging his nose against your cheek for you to turn your head and give him access to your neck.

"Why don't you take them off?"

"If I do, you're not gonna have anything to wear."

You might have wanted him to tear your clothes and leave you with nothing were it not for the fact that you would be naked for anyone in the First Order to see; Poe insisted you get a weekly shower and fresh underwear as being dirty wouldn't encourage you to offer any information, but no one was doing your laundry and your clothes were grimy.

Maybe you could mention it when he was desperate to cum, earn the privilege of having new or even clean clothes.

Were you really considering using sex to have clean clothes to wear?

It was pitiful and rather immoral, and you wouldn't be telling anyone in the Resistance if you ever went home.

When.

The First Order would let you go or you would escape someday.

If you fucked Poe—

You weren't going to pleasure him enough to have him let you go; you were doing this to be less lonely in the sterile environment that was this base.

He was apparently impatient while you were lost in your thoughts, and you gasped as he tore open the front of your shirt.

Your brow furrowed in slight anger and he simply shrugged.

"You were taking a long time. If we have fun, I might give you one of my shirts to wear."

"I'd smell like you."

A neutral statement, not sure whether you were pleased or annoyed.

He smelled pretty good, but his inflated ego didn't need to know about that.

You slapped his hands when he reached for your pants and paused in case he retaliated with a slap to your face like one would expect of a member of the dark side.

He didn't. You unfastened your pants and took them off, folding them neatly to the amusement of the man watching you set them on a table.

It was when you turned around and saw the mirth in his eyes darken, raking over your form, that you were maybe slightly nervous.

Your bra covered the majority of your breasts and the standard underwear covered your upper thighs, but you felt naked under the starving gaze of your enemy.

Was he your enemy?

"All of your clothes. I want to see what's mine." His voice was soft and lustful.

"I am not yours."

"You belong to me for right now."

"Yeah, whatever."

You were pretending that you weren't wet, forcing your hands not to shake as you took off your bra and your knees not to sway as you stepped out of your underwear.

Was he still dressed as some sort of power move? You being entirely naked while he was allowed to wear the same amount of clothes he always did.

"Undress me." If it was possible for someone to literally sound like sex, he did.

You might have wittily asked why you were doing all the work, but you decided to take off his shirt.

His torso was smooth, maybe a battle scar here or there. You lowered his pants and saw his underwear was the same as yours, tight around certain parts that you didn't have.

Parts that were bigger than you expected.

Not big in the way that you wanted to seal your legs shut, but enough that you were sure it was going to stretch you.

"Use your teeth."

"What?"

"Use your fucking teeth to take it off."

"Okay. Fine."

He sounded more desperate than demanding and you moved down to your knees, carefully taking the waistband of his underwear in your teeth and dragging them down.

His cock sprung up next to your face; you flinched away with his underwear around his thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes.

The breathless laugh was much gentler than the way his hand wound into your hair, pulling you close to where your face was nearly pressed against him. "You ever sucked dick?"

You hadn't, most of your sexual experiences having been brief moments to relieve stress.

"I only want you to do it for a second, okay?" It was confusing that he could be rough one moment and gentle the next, out of place for the First Order, like he was dark with a little light around the edges or maybe light with a little darkness around the edges.

"I've never..."

"I know, baby. It's okay. I want to be the first one."

"Oh. Alright."

He rubbed his tip across your lips then pushed forward experimentally, moaning at the way your mouth opened for him naturally.

About half of him fit in your mouth when you realized it was harder to breathe, and you looked up at him panicked.

You whimpered as he thrust once, then inhaled deeply the moment he pulled away from you.

You thought you might have liked it if you had been the one to do it, to sit over him and run your tongue anywhere you wanted, but it was your first time and it was slightly awkward.

Were you seriously considering how much you'd like sucking him off with some practice?

He was kicking off his boots and pushing his pants and underwear the rest of the way down, nodding somewhere behind him. "Get on the bed."

You did, laying against his pillow and finding that he seemed a lot bigger than you when he knelt between your legs, practically towering above you.

While you kind of enjoyed it, wasn't he shorter when he was standing?

"Poe—" A finger on your lips silenced you, eyeing him in confusion.

"You call me Commander."

"What?"

"I can also answer to sir, Mr. Dameron, and Daddy."

"I am not calling you Daddy."

"Why'd your pupils dilate when you said it?"

"—not calling you Daddy."

He smiled, moving down and kissing along your hips. His head dipped between your legs and he knew you hadn't done that either as your lower half lifted off the bed with one lick from his tongue.

You moved to grab onto his hair during a particularly hard suck on your clit and he grabbed your wrist firmly enough that you knew he could break it if he wanted to.

Would he want to?

"Don't touch my hair," he snapped, somewhat unconvincingly, like someone used to touch his hair and he had loved it, but now it hurt.

You were a little sad if you were being honest, wondering what he might look like with boyishly mussed up hair rather than the perfectly coiffed curls he had.

But when he set your arm at your side on the mattress and looked at you, you kept it there.

He dived back in, licking and sucking at your clit while he moved to push a finger into your entrance, pumping it in and out slowly.

His mouth was wet and the entire act was really filthy, and you had never approached an orgasm this fast in your life.

"Oh, fuck, Commander— right there, yes!" His finger stroked a spot inside of you that made your toes actually curl.

And as the room was starting to spin, he stopped licking you and his finger stilled inside of you, not reaching the spot you needed.

Your orgasm started fading and you looked at him half-bemused and half-angry. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Maybe you should call me Daddy."

"Like hell."

He kissed your folds, purposely ignoring where you wanted his lips, his finger teasing inside you as it hardly offered any friction.

It had your orgasm frozen in time, desperate but needing more.

"It's not like I'm forcing you to do something you don't want to do. You secretly like it."

"I don't like it!"

"Come on, sweetheart."

"No way."

He nudged your clit lightly with his nose, his eyes on yours. "Come on. Beg Daddy."

Your cunt squeezed his finger at his teasing words and he grinned knowingly, and you mumbled the words in defeat.

"Sorry, I couldn't really hear that well."

"Please, Daddy."

"Look at me when you say it." His words were sharp and you moved your gaze from where it was trained on the wall.

"Please, Daddy?"

He curled his finger and sucked hard on your swollen clit, and you came immediately, clenching hard and crying out with a buck of your hips.

He licked you until you whimpered with too much stimulation, gently pushing his face away from you.

You stared at him in a daze, your cunt still contracting slightly while he put his finger up to your mouth.

You shook your head and he shrugged, sucking his finger clean.

"Move on your hands and knees, when you think you can take my cock."

"Yes."

Why all you said was yes, you pretended not to really know.

But it was that you wanted it more than you'd wanted to sleep with him already, that you were turned on again as you rolled onto your hands and knees.

His palm slid on your back, arching it to put your ass in the air for him.

Then his cock was pressing against you, his tip pushing into you a couple of times until your little whines turned to much more pleasured moans and he was able to thrust into you.

You were right when you thought he would stretch you out and it almost hurt, but you loved it.

You'd never been this satisfyingly full.

He let you adjust for a moment and then started a fast pace against you, his huffs and moans like music you might hear in a cantina.

That would be a very questionable cantina that was more of a brothel.

"Oh, kriff," he gasped, leaning over you and crowding your space, practically suffocating you in a way you found turned you on all the more.

"Yes, Commander, like that..." You turned your head and he panted hard against your jaw, kissing along the line.

He kissed down to the side of your neck and bit you hard there, sure to leave bruised teeth marks.

Again, again; encouraged by your moans, how much you loved the pain mixing with the pleasure between your legs, which he silently noted.

Your orgasm and how wet you were made sliding in and out of you easy, and Poe was sure he could come already from your tight warmth, but he was going to be sure you came again.

And if your begging was any indication, words forming together in your desperation, you would be coming again very quickly.

Commander, Daddy, sir, master...

He wasn't fond of that last one, but the other ones had him driving into you even harder.

Poe decided that his favorite sensation ever was your cunt clenching around him, your hips pushing back as they sought out the friction for your climax.

Biting into your shoulder, he buried his cock as much as he could and spilled inside you with a string of filthy pet names that you didn't think you'd heard.

You were somewhere deep in your mind, sated by two orgasms, when you realized he didn't pull out.

"What did you do?! I've been here too long for my birth control to be up to date!" Your panicked squeaks didn't seem to be noticed as he pulled away, staring between your legs.

"Mine is. The cum dripping down your pussy ain't making any babies."

You squirmed at his crude words, turning to face him and then stepping out of the bed, walking to where your stun cuffs were forgotten on the floor.

His hands grabbed onto your waist, pulling you into the bed next to him.

"You can stay tonight."

"I can?"

"Have a comfy bed instead of sleeping on the floor."

"Thank you."

You weren't sure whether you should have laid close to him or stayed on the edge of the bed, but he pulled you against him with his cock nestled against your ass.

He hummed into your hair quietly. "It's gonna be fun sending the Resistance a holo of me letting them know their best pilot calls me Daddy."

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

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astro-break · 4 years

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Quick first thoughts on the first ep of the Hypmic Anime. Spoilers beware (and im writing this as I watch so :p)

Otome’s speech is.... questionable from a persuasive point of view. Manga did a great job of introducing her (which you can read here) but they really cut out the more terrifying parts of her speech and how she uses force to show people that she's not to be messed with

Its cool seeing everyone in their respective environments though. thats cool. Though they could have added Sasara and Kuuko (shhh i know why they didn’t let me dream)

I love how poppy the typography is. Its amazing how the visuals just leap out at you. The OP does a great job of this. The first few seconds before the title really gives me Persona 4 OG OP vibes with the influx of information given. The rest is a clear concise and streamlined way that still gives character. Animation is sparse but still carries across a general idea of each character and shows off each character object. Rendering is really nice and pays a bit of homage to the posing artwork thats done for the MVs. They also do their division hand signals and thats cute

Love how the OP has blatant HifuDoppo and DRB matchup foreshadowing

so far I really like what theyre going for. BB is about brotherly familial bonds and they show the goods and the bads. Jiro and Saburo bickering right out the gate really cements the fact that they get along like cats and dogs but you can still see that they love each other, working together when the situation calls for it

Now the 3d models. Theyre... not great but usable if you don’t look too hard. They serve their purpose and don’t actively detract from the viewing experience.

Visual typography in the rap itself are fun and poppy but they dont.... speak to me? like theyre there yes and I appreciate them but the only ones that got me excited were from Ichiro’s rap

I take my words back the group portion was kickass and I apologize

I love how they interpret the Hypnosis Speakers though. Esp. Saburo’s organs. That was super creative and I love it! If there was one thing that I felt was missing from the franchise was a deeper exploration of the speakers but the anime puts a new and fresh spin on it! Love it, especially with their attack patterns!

If the production team ever feels inclined to, Id love to see those info sheets on Otome’s desk released. There seems to be very interesting info and stats written out about each member (like capabilities, personal status etc.) They all seem unique too so I really really really hope they release images of those sheets

OOOOOOOOKAY MTC. I have such a big biased for them so Im very torn to see what unfolds

Rio striking out on his own is interesting. Out of everyone in MTC hes the biggest team player yet here he trusts his teammates to go ahead. This either displays Rio’s willingness to trust his teammates or it becomes very OOC if the anime wants to set him up as a lone wolf like character

I love how they specify its a drug deal. It means that Jyuto surely will show up and it also shows that Samatoki knows Jyuto’s motives and willingly gives black market info that he knows aligns with Jyuto’s goal. Thats A+ detail writing there and a great establishing characteristic for both of them

OOohhhhhhhhhhhhh man Asunama-san’s voice acting is god tier his work as Samatoki is phenomenal. He pulls of Samatoki’s threatening voice so well with those almost calm words before his voice becomes loud and confrontational. Those rolling syllables in contrast to Komada-san’s almost lyrical and airy speech and Kamio-san’s strict and enunciated words is such a delight to hear. It just speaks to how amazing and great these Seiyuu’s are in order to pull of such amazing work

Im so biased but MTC has such a better rap than BB im so sorry. Just by watching Samatoki’s part, the imagery is amazing. Even the arrival of his Hypnosis Speaker was awesome and sent a shiver down my spine. using the lyrics to form blades and blood was such a great thing to do. Theres so much more variety that just him standing there and shots of his hypnosis speaker. The old fashioned vignette shots, the four panel spread, the nods to old Kurosawa era films are great and I love these small details. Even the typography looks better.

Again, the interpretations with the speakers is fresh and new. Its great and I love the different imagery and attack patterns. Each one is so unique but carries across each different style of rap.

The 3d modles aren’t any better tho lol

(Hi this is Astro who is reading over their assessment again and making a note. Yeah I’m a bit harsh on BB’s rap. I’m not going to change it since I still stand by it and this post is supposed to be a documentation of my first impressions. I think one of the reasons why I’m so harsh on BB is because of their dynamic as a trio of brothers. They Have to have a more uniform approach than the other divisions. Which in of itself isn’t a terrible thing, it just doesn’t catch my eye as much as MTC did. Thats all! I definitely don’t hate BB, they’re maybe my 3rd favorite division out of the current lineup [not including TDD era teams like Kujaku Posse, MCD, and Naughty Busters] its just that their rap was pretty meh)

Samatoki crouching like a real gangstar and the cigarette kiss killed me

sadjkhfjkasdghsadjkcsdjhsdfsjhf im dying i love these trio of dumbasses so uch oh y fod someone save me aaaaaaaa (Astro note here! yeah i died when the jyuto and samatoki’s stomach growled im weak please. Samatoki’s face is just so precious and funny I might set it as a profile pic somewhere)

But also my initial assessment of Rio possibly being characterized as a lone wolf is very much jossed and im very thankful for that. It seems that Rio was simply trusting his teammates to carry out their part of the plan while he carried out his own. I like that, it really shows how much of a team these three are and that they genuinely trust each other. He’s also comfortable enough around them to invite them to dinners after work casually and not just for special occasions.

I really love MTC guys

Oooh! we get Ramuda on his design process which is really cute. the inside of his studio is super cute and retro and i love it. the poppy old music you would hear in a cafe or 90′s resturaunt is also really cute (astro note: yeah i know that in ARB you see the interior of Ramuda’s office but its kinda different seeing it animated)

the translation i have has gentaro speaking in early modern english (Shakespearian english for those who aren’t english nerds like me) but from what I can hear, he doesn’t speak in a particularly old fashioned way? Its more formal than old? and hes speaking without any of his character persona lying thing that he likes to do (as he refers to himself as “Shousei” throughout the segment where hes in Ramuda’s office which is kind of his default pronoun of choice). so its kinda odd for the translation to go in that direction but im not complaining

Gendice banter is gold but it feels... flat? a little? it doesn’t have the same impact as in the drama cds or in the manga? i feel? Also Ramuda using gratuitous english is??? idk how to feel about that

kjshf thats against the rules Ramuda omgggg,,,,,,,, (astro note again: while watching i was under the assumption that using your hypmic for monetary gain such a as buskering [which is what FP is doing] is against the rules. May not be the case but whatever)

FP’s rap might be my favorite in terms of tune and lyrics though. It’s a nice laid back bop and really gives of chill vibes. the integration of 3d and 2d is really nice and i love how they play off each other in the rap. The wordplay is so fun with little nods here and there and the beat is poppy too so it really energizes me.

Ramuda’s rap concerns me slightly since he makes very subtle and small nods towards his past (being created in a laboratory, warfare, and his overall very unpleasant life experiences) but spins it into something cutesy. It could be a coping mechanism, it could be me overthinking it. But it does make me worry a bit. Gentaro and Dice’s rap really play off each other with Gentaro sticking to stories and Dice taking up the baton by carrying on that same imagery but putting his own spin on it.

the self awareness of how scattered they are as a team is interesting though. It doesn’t seem like something you’d speak about in a rap? but i guess since its not really a do or die situation they can afford to be looser on things like this.

Right off the bat, i don’t like how they handled Hifumi and Doppo in relation to Hifumi’s fear of women. Slug made a post once talking about this and I echo many of his sentiments. Hypmic has never been very tactful about tackling this particular issue and while I didn’t have high hopes that the anime would be any better it hurts to see Doppo take away the one thing that allows Hifumi to function within society.

Doppo’s breakdown mirrors a lot of my own mental state when I spiral though its shown a lot quicker than what happens to me oof. that hits close to home. though Jakurai’s advice is. Questionable. Its not the best advice to give to someone but we have no idea what kind of doctor Jakurai is so ill let it slide

Jakurai’s pose looks like hes going to do a mahou shoujou transformation lmao

I don’t have many thoughts about the rap though again. How they visualize the rap is interesting. the different imagery is quite interesting for each of them and the typography is nice a distinct but im still on the fence about the visuals here

The sound is in the same boat. The sound effects either drown out the rap or are too quet but some parts are nice at least. When they talk about Tokyo’s beating heart, the heartbeat sound is a but distracting especially since its only played once. But the imagery is at least nice

I wonder if for the eds they’re going to take a similar approach to what Enstars did and have a four different endings, one for each division. I love the blend of styles here and it really accentuates that although they’re different they mesh well together.

Ramuda’s silhouette though is hilarious. Love it.

:p and thats it. Uh not bad for a first episode. Established all 12 characters really nicely and their dynamics. I had some problems with it but then again nothing is perfect. I look forward to what they show us next week

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic rhyme anima #hypnosis mic rythme anima spoilers #hypmic spoilers #my post

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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The Woes of Winning (Gavin x MC)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Gavin x MC

Word Count: 1,521

Warning: NSFW Smut

Requested by: Anonymous

Written by: @voltage-vixen

“Boss, everything turned out great!” Willow praised, filling up the coolers with another round of drinks.

“Thanks to everyone pitching in,” MC responded, before sending the younger woman on her way to assist Anna.

The small production company was celebrating the success of their most recent commercial and were partaking in festivities at one of the nearby beaches. Invitations had been extended to friends and family of the staff, and everyone was immersed in the lively atmosphere of the jovial gathering. MC was helping serve the guests their food, and Gavin being the kind soul he was offered to man the grill.

“Please don’t hesitate to inform me if you need anything else,” MC reminded the crowd, as she cleared away the tables.

Pausing to wipe away the sweat trickling from her brow, MC stole a glance to admire the way the sweltering heat left Gavin illuminating in perspiration. The fabric of his damp shirt clung to his form, accentuating the cuts of his muscular upper body. Gavin noticed her staring and granted her a small wave while giving the grill a final wipe down. He placed the tongs down, and casually acknowledged MC’s coworkers as he made his way over to join MC.

“Hi,” MC greeted Gavin, blushing as he threw his arm around her shoulder.

“Hi yourself,” Gavin responded, tucking the producer’s slicked bangs behind her ear. “Man, it’s pretty hot out here today.”

“It is hot out here!” Minor suddenly interjected, stumbling over to the couple. “I propose we finally put those water balloons to good use and have ourselves a good old-fashioned smack down!”

Perhaps it was a combination of the scorching humidity and the strength of the alcohol consumed, but Minor reiterated his desire by holding up the large bucket stocked with the loaded balloons and breaking into an obnoxious fit of giggles. Sighing in dejection, MC massaged her temples preparing to lecture her former classmate.

“Minor, those water balloons are for the chil-GAVIN!”

Taking advantage of MC’s occupied state of mind, Gavin had snatched one of the balloons and purposely dropped it down onto her foot without any warning. Soon the noise from the commotion drew others in, and joyful laughs could be heard around the beach’s vicinity. MC reached for one of the balloons to counterattack against Gavin, but her efforts fell in vain when he took off running.

“You’re not getting away this time, Gavin!”

MC launched a water balloon into the air, her pupils widened in a hopeful anticipation that for once she would finally gain the upper hand on the adept police captain. Her moment of joy was short lived however when Gavin effortlessly dodged the attack at the last second.

“Nice one, bro! You’re going to have to do better than that if you even think you have a shot of hitting Gavin, MC!” Minor cheered, before Kiki pelted a balloon of her own that struck him square in the face.

“Admit defeat, and I promise to not embarrass you anymore in front of the group,” Gavin warned, his lips curling up into a playful smile, ignoring the groaning Minor rolling around on the sand.

“Fine, you win,” MC pouted. At least that’s what she wanted Gavin to believe, as she leisurely shuffled over to her boyfriend with a water balloon hidden behind her back. “Truce?”

Attempting to distract Gavin by sticking her pinky out, MC yelped when he swiftly grasped onto her wrist.

“Pretty sly of you to try and pull a fast one on me,” Gavin confronted, the slits of his eyes narrowing. “As an officer of the law, I have an obligation to punish you.”

SPLASH

The balloon that MC had been holding in her hand fell out of her hand and to the ground, standing in shock as she fell victim to Gavin’s own water balloon invasion he inflicted upon his unsuspecting partner. Drenched from the water, MC’s clothing hugged the curves of her chest. Glancing down, MC gasped and covered herself when she realized the outline of her bra was visible under the anew translucent blouse.

“Don’t move.”

Paralyzed by Gavin’s authoritative command, MC adhered his order and obliged as he hoisted her up into his arms. Cradling her protectively against his chest, Gavin stormed down the beach into the direction of the changing stalls. The chill of the onset evening breeze brushed against her misty skin snapped her mind back into reality where she glimpsed around the beach at the party still ongoing.

“Gavin, please wait! I need to make sure that-.”

“No, you don’t.”

MC’s head snapped in the direction of the voice that interrupted her, and discovered Anna was standing nearby smirking meaningfully. Anna’s eyebrows creased and her arms were crossed, while Willow did her best to stifle giggles.

“We can handle everything from here, MC,” Anna called out in assurance. “Take good care of our girl, Gavin!”

Gavin’s cheeks flushed with a tint of pink, but nonetheless persisted until they arrived at the changing unit. Surveying the area to ensure they were alone, Gavin threw back the curtain of the nearest changing stall, and quickly forced his way inside with MC.

“Gavin, what the-….”

MC’s breath was instantly taken away as Gavin’s lips passionately claimed her own. His one hand fumbled around with the buttons on the front of her soaked blouse, while the other entangled in the fine layers of her curly hair. Her knees buckled against Gavin when his teeth nibbled down the side of her neck, and a sensuous purr escaped when he finally ripped the shirt from her body.

“I’m sorry I can’t help myself. I wanted to win, but the thought of others witnessing you in this state was too much for me to bear,” Gavin huffed, his fingers reaching down into MC’s skirt to caress her bud before slipping a finger past her velvety folds into her core. “Looks like your shirt isn’t the only thing that’s wet today.”

“Gavin, don’t stop,” MC whimpered, bucking her hips downwards to better ride his finger. “No more teasing. You won the showdown fair and square, meaning it’s time for you claim your prize already!”

Gavin didn’t need to be told twice to help MC shimmy out of the remainder of her clothing. The garments slid to the floor and pooled around her ankles. Her tongue ran along the curve of her lips in a blissful admiration of Gavin stroking the length of his member, before pushing her back up against the wall of the stall they were in.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” the officer ordered, and grunted when she willingly obliged, giving his hair on the back of his head a flirtatious tug for good measure.

“Your body is about to pay for that,” Gavin murmured in retortion, flashing her a devious warning smile.

He slipped his arm under MC’s thigh to support her, pressed his erection deep into her opening, and relished in the beautiful sounds of her gratifying hissing when her walls spanned to accommodate him. Gavin slapped the mound of her ass, and then tightened his grip around her waist, bracing to intensify the rhyme of his thrusting.

“So wet and tight for me. God, how good you feel should be illegal.”

Gavin slammed his hips eliciting a carnal cry from MC as she feverishly clawed his back, grinding against him out of a desperation to relieve the pressure in her lower belly. Her eyes pleaded with Gavin, but she whimpered when his thumb instead pressed against the bend of her lips.

“Shh! Keep your voice down. I would hate to have to issue you a noise complaint, miss naughty,” he instructed. “And I don’t want anyone else hearing these adorable sounds you’re making for me.”

“Gavin,” she moaned as he leaned over to place soft kisses on her breasts, sucking hard when his tongue found her nipple.

“Come for me now, MC.”

MC squirmed when his fingers rubbed against her swollen clit and triumphantly arched her head back when her walls began to quiver. Gavin’s hand was madly fondling her nub, giving MC the final push to achieve her rewarding sensation.

“Gavin,” she panted, eyes glazed over and body pulsating waves of ecstasy of their secret tryst on the beach. “I-I love you.”

Still fully encompassed within MC, Gavin lovingly nuzzled his forehead against her own.

“I love you too,” Gavin whispered.

MC’s long eyelashes batted serene butterfly kisses down Gavin’s face, and she brushed her nose against his. Gavin leaned in for a kiss that shortly intensified into a lavish make out session. The couple groaned in unison when Gavin’s erection expanded and grew harder inside of MC. Both exchanged a knowing glance and braced themselves for what was about to become a wild second round of lovemaking.

“Remind me to thank Minor later,” Gavin chuckled, before rousing his hips to shift upwards again.

Falling back into sync with their previous rhythm, Gavin and MC tuned out the rest of the busy world and spent the remainder of the hot summer evening heating things up even further.

#mlqc #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #mlqc bai qi #mlqc smut #mlqc fanfic #love and producer #evol and love

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mar-bluu · 4 years

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Hi hello!!! Lil idea for ya :p Blackout in the flat/dorm and Buttons tryna find a flashlight or some candles and Elmer waking up from a nap and accidentally scaring him as he puts a hand on his shoulder. Buttons near jumpin a foot in the air, "are you gonna help me or just scare me to death?"

sdfghjkkjhg sorry this took so long!! Schoolwork is a bitch lol

Buttons looked up as the lights flickered rapidly above his head. He frowned slightly to himself in confusion, sliding a bookmark in between the pages of his book. The lights stopped and Buttons’ frown deepened. He shivered, even though he was under a thick blanket, wearing socks, and had the heater on full blast, he was freezing. The snow outside swirled viciously outside his bedroom window and he silently cursed the cold. Elmer shifted in his sleep and Buttons looked pulled the blanket up around them both a little higher. The fact that Elmer managed to sleep through the snowstorm outside amazed Buttons, how anyone could take a nap when the world was trying to usher in a new ice age was beyond him. The lights danced dangerously again, and Buttons looked up, silently threatening them not to blow. However, the lights weren’t scared of him and decided to do the exact opposite of what he asked. With a zap, the lights blew, leaving him in complete darkness. Great. He thought. The power’s out. He sighed, putting his book on the nightstand and sliding out from under the blanket. He gave a small yelp as the cold night air hit him, it hadn’t even been a minute since the hot air had stopped, and the room had already dropped a dozen degrees. Buttons pulled his socks up higher and stood next to the bed, shaking violently as he looked around for something extra to layer himself with. He spotted the pink and grey cat hoodie that belonged to Elmer at the foot of the bed. He snatched it up and pulled it over his head, rubbing his hands together before blowing hot air into them. He gave another mental ‘fuck you’ to the lights and shuffled out of the room.

Making his way to what he thought was the kitchen, Buttons couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He was alone in the pitch black, in a small house outside of town, just far away enough from neighbours that no one could hear him. He held his hands out a little more hesitantly as he felt his way around the house. He took a corner and slammed his knees on the coffee table, Buttons could already feel bruises starting to form. Swearing quietly to himself, he hopped back, recharting his path. Making sure he walked around the table this time, he continued forward into the kitchen. Buttons felt around for one of the bottom drawers, the last place he remembered putting the torch. As he reached blindly, he felt his mind stray, and every horror movie he’d ever watched began to play in his head. He felt his heart quicken. What if the power out hadn’t been an accident? What if something or someone was watching him right now? He already knew he couldn’t scream for help, no one besides Elmer would hear him. The horror movies continued playing, each creature or ghost or murderer flashing before his eyes. What if there was a ghost or murderer here? What could he do? Nothing. He could do exactly nothing. He couldn’t even see his own hand in front of his face! There could be a murder creeping up on him right now, sharpened knife twirling in their hand as the laughed to themselves about what an easy target he was! They could be raising the knife, ready to slice and dice Buttons into mincemeat, they could be about to spin him around so he could face his doom- A hand clamped down on Buttons’ shoulder. He screamed and spun around, batting the hand off of him, ready to meet his maker. “Woah, geez Buttons, you okay?” Buttons squinted into the darkness, looking for the faint outlines of the face in front of him. “Elmer?” He asked. “Is that you?”

“Yeah,” Elmer responded. “Why are you walking around in the dark?”

“The power’s out,” Buttons grumbled, feeling heat flush over his cheeks in embarrassment at his overreaction. “Now, are you gonna help me or just scare me to death?" Elmer laughed.

“Sorry about that,” he said “Are you looking for the torch?”

“Yeah,” Buttons replied. “Do we have any candles?” Elmer fumbled around in the dark, trying not to run into Buttons. “Uh, I think so. I think they’re somewhere in the garage, I’ll go have a look.” He shuffled towards the hallway. “Oh, while you’re here, can you grab some snacks? I’m really hungry.”

“I literally can’t see anything-”

“Okay, thanks, bye, I love you!” Buttons could hear the smile in Elmer’s voice as he stumbled down the hall, using his hands to guide him. Buttons shook his head fondly and continued looking for the torch. Sifting blindly through drawers and cupboards, the search turned up fruitless and after another few minutes, Buttons gave up, the hunt only making him annoyed and angry. He sighed and shook out his hands, deciding on fulfilling Elmer’s request for snacks. Stumbling over to the pantry, he flung open the doors and shoved his hand in reaching for whatever he could find. He had a faint recollection of what the pantry looked like and where everything was. He felt around wildly, tapping against containers and packets, and boxes. Cornflakes, flour, raw sugar, spaghetti, tinned fruit… He listed off everything he tapped, hoping he was getting closer to his goal. He heard a rustle and felt the foil packet of what felt like a bag of chips. He mentally cheered, and grabbed onto it, he felt around a bit more, finding Oreos and a bag of m&ms. Snatching them up he turned back to the bench, placing the food down as he went to complete his next goal of finding some bowls. He sniffled in the cold night air. If he woke up the next morning with a cold he was going to scream. This night cannot get any worse! He grabbed two bowls and began sharing out the snacks. He rolled up the half-empty packets and put them back in the pantry, before picking up the bowls and staggered in the direction of the bedroom. Suddenly there was a little mrrp! From by his feet and Buttons felt a large fluffy body brush up against his legs, tripping him. He yelped and curve his body in attempts o avoid hitting the fluffball on the way down. The bowls hit the floor, spilling their contents everywhere. He groaned, rubbing the spot where his chin connected with the ground as he sat up. The tripping culprit sat at his feet looking only mildly concerned about the trouble she’d just caused. Lucy meowed and padded toward Buttons’ head, rubbing her body against him as she wound herself against him in an attempt to crunch on some of the spilled chips. “Lucy, stop!” Buttons picked her up, heaving himself to his feet and moving her away from the mess. “That’s human food, not kitty food.” Buttons chucked the now chipped, but thankfully not broken bowls in the sink, and stared down at her, only the white patches of her fur slightly visible in the dark. “Did you do that on purpose so you could steal our snacks?” Lucy meowed, trying to feign innocence. “Naughty child.” He scolded gently. Buttons shivered and stepped back towards the pantry, searching for the snacks he had just put away. Between the freezing cold, his tiredness, and the bruises on his shins and now his chin, Buttons couldn’t be bothered to clean up the mess. That’s Tomorrow Buttons’ job. He thought to himself, grabbing the bags. He looked back down at Lucy, who was creeping slowly back towards the spilled snacks. “Not so fast, little lady.” He said, scooping her up too. You’re under arrest for kitty crimes, you’re coming with me.” Lucy meowed in protest. “Don’t back-chat me, or I’ll double your time!” He turned back to the hallway. “Let’s try this again.” He sighed, setting back off to the bedroom.

“Hey, I’ve got- woah!” Buttons stared at the bed in amazement. Pillows and blankets were piled high to form a large cave-styled fort. Fairy lights lined the inside of the fort and Elmer’s laptop sat on a mound of pillows. Candles burned on the nightstand and shelves around the room, throwing flickering light against the walls and filling the room with pleasant scents. Elmer sat inside the fort, snuggled under several large blankets, and turned as he heard the door open. “Buttons!” He smiled. “Come here and cuddle me, I’m cold!” Buttons chuckled and set Lucy down.

“Where did you find the time to set all this up? How long was I gone for?” Elmer shrugged.

“Like twenty minutes, I was starting to get worried!” He said, “Thought you’d frozen solid and fallen over out there!” Buttons nodded to the fluffy lump who had sprinted over to the bed.

“Talk to Lucy-Lou over there, the nasty bug tripped me!” Lucy hopped up on the bed and curled up in Elmer’s lap, meowing pitifully. Elmer gasped. “Don’t say that! She’s just a baby!”

“She tried to steal our snacks!” Elmer stuck his tongue out at Buttons. “And now she’s stealing my boyfriend!” Elmer laughed.

“Aww, come on,” He opened his arms, holding the blanket out. “There’s room in here for two people and a cat!” Buttons folded his arms and pouted dramatically. “Come on,” Elmer coaxed. “I know you’re cold, so come cuddle with us.” He motioned to his laptop. “I’ve got Home Alone up on my laptop.” He looked to Buttons, turning his puppy eyes up to eleven. “Come on.” He whined. Buttons sucked on the inside of his cheeks, trying to stop the small smile from spreading across his face. “Okay,” he sighed. “Only because I love you so much.” He shuffled over to the bed as Elmer cheered quietly, giving Lucy scratches under her chin. Buttons crawled into the fort and slung his leg behind Elmer, snuggling up behind him and resting his head against Elmer’s shoulder. Elmer leaned back into Buttons’ chest wrapping his arms up around his back. He tilted his head in confusion. “Hey is that my hoodie?” Buttons looked down at what he was wearing.

“Oh, yeah.” He replied. “It was the first thing I saw, sorry.”

“No, no, It looks nice on you.” Elmer mused and cuddled into Buttons’ side.

“Careful,” Buttons said, moving the bags of food out of the way. “I washed the bedsheets like two days ago.” Elmer ignored him, instead focusing on the food.

“Ooh! Snacks!” Elmer unwound his arms and immediately sat back up motioning for the food. Buttons squinted in the dim lighting, trying to distinguish what bags were what. “Uh, chips, Oreos, or m&ms?”

“M&ms please!” Elmer clapped his hands together lightly as Buttons chucked him a bag.” He rustled around with it for a few seconds, then stopped, scrutinizing it under the faint light. “Uh, Buttons?” he asked. “This is rock salt.” Buttons leaned over his shoulder, trying to get a better look at the packet. “So it is.” He shrugged. “I told you I couldn’t see anything out there. Want me to go find the real m&ms?” Elmer put the bag down.

“No, it’s okay.” He replied, “You’re too warm and comfortable to let you leave.” Buttons smiled and ran his fingers through Elmer’s hair. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, tell me if you change your mind though.” Elmer hummed in acknowledgment and leaned forward to press play on the movie. He cuddled back into Buttons, and Lucy sprawled out on his lap, yawning slightly. Elmer cooed down at the cat and Buttons chuckled, still brushing his fingers through Elmer’s hair. “Your hands are cold,” Elmer mumbled quietly, shifting against Buttons’ chest.

“Is that so?” He felt Elmer freeze against him, realising his mistake.

“No…” He trailed off.

“Oh,” Buttons smiled. “So you won’t mind if I do this?” he ran his hands under Elmer’s sweatshirt, much to his boyfriend’s displeasure. “No!” Elmer laughed, flinching away from his hands. “You’re horrible!” Buttons giggled as he pulled Elmer closer to him, Lucy glaring up at them, not looking too happy with the disturbance to her sleep. “Sorry baby,” Elmer said, running his hand down Lucy’s fur. “Look what you’ve done,” He scolded Buttons. “You’ve disrupted our baby!” Buttons clicked his tongue. “Sorry sweetheart,” he scratched behind her ears and Lucy meowed in forgiveness. Elmer yawned. “Can we watch the movie in peace now?” Buttons smiled and hugged Elmer tighter.

“Yeah, okay.” He pressed a kiss onto the top of his head. Elmer yawned again and rested his head on Buttons’ chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “I thought you wanted to watch the movie?” Buttons spoke, his voice rumbling in Elmer’s ears. “I am.”

“With your eyes closed?” he teased.

“Shut up,” Elmer muttered against his hoodie. Buttons laughed.

“Okay,” he leaned against the headboard, letting his eyes flutter shut too, the sound of the movie playing faintly in the background lulling him to sleep as the snowstorm ravaged the world outside.

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#asks!#thanks dude!!#the endings highkey shitty but like sdfghjkkjhgf my brain is flatlining lol #anywhosits #thanks for this!!#i hope youre having a great day!! :))#buttons davenport #elmer kasprzak #belmerttons #newsies #cutesiewoojin #jae writes #:))

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sexvimpulse · 4 years

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Augustine: [Sees her performance and bribes her handler for an audience with her after the show] Mademoiselle Akira? Bonsoir.. Je m’appelle Augustine.. I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?

Akira: [Performs passionately on stage to gain favor from La Boîte. Exiting the stage, she enters her dressing room and changes into a different outfit] Nani? I did not agree to meet with anyone. [Hollows her cheeks before presenting tapping into her geisha persona as she meets with the man who caught her eye in the audience] Bonsoir, Monsieur. [Bows politely as she has a coy smile on her lips] Yes, it would be my pleasure. [Speaks in a sweet, sultry tone and accent] What can I do for you this evening, Monsieur?

Augustine: [Wants to reach for her hand to kiss it, but he nods as she bows and he returns the gesture] I wanted to tell you how beautifully you danced.. there’s so much passion in your movement. [Swallows as he usually doesn’t find himself so shy] I know that you don’t.. partake in the goings on of La Boîte.. but I wondered if I could take you as my escort? I’ve heard your buying price is pretty high.. and I can help pay down that debt much more quickly. [Bites his lip as he gazes at her, feeling utterly enraptured]

Akira: That’s very kind of you, Monsieur. [Listens to his words, finding him deeply attractive as he speaks but knows that she only belongs to herself and to her debt. She smiles warmly, noticing his slight shyness] Your escort? What would that entail? [Tilts her head as she doesn’t favor the idea, yet a part of her is desperate to pay off her debt] Why me, Monsieur? I am only an entertainer. La Boîte has plenty of escorts to choose from. [Murmurs as she eyes him from head to toe, feeling an undeniable friction between them as she swiftly moves her long hair over her shoulder, purposely revealing her soft flesh to entice him]

Augustine: You were a Geisha in Japan.. weren’t you? The same things.. entertainment.. companionship. [Swallows as he sees her perfect flesh] I realize that.. but I want you. [Blinks as he gazes at her unwaveringly] We could help each other, ma cherie.. [Licks his lips as he eyes her lustfully] Please.. will you think about it? [Tilts his head] In the mean time I would love to buy you a nice dinner.. for you to see if my company is something you’d be willing to tolerate?

Akira: [Her dark eyes are full of curiosity as she’s intrigued by his knowledge of her culture and her current situation] You would help me, Monsieur. But enlighten me on how I would help you. [Coos as debates on whether or not to take him up on the offer, especially given that he’s a foreigner. She’s fully aware of the look that he gives her, welcoming it as it gains him more of her attention] Monsieur, you don’t seem to be like the other men I’ve met since coming here. [Her perfect little mouth curls into a soft smile as she saunters to him, close enough for him to smell her perfume] So sweet and courteous, yet something behind your eyes tells me that there’s more to you. [Speaks sultrily] Where shall we have dinner tonight, Monsieur?

Augustine: [He smiles softly as he hears her words] Well.. since you’re not my escort I can’t take you off of the premises.. so Le Refectoire? [Bites his lip, extending his elbow to her as she agrees to have dinner with him] I would regret not telling you how absolutely breathtaking you are. [Murmurs as they walk side by side the short distance to the restaurant. He flashes his black card and they’re seated immediately]

Akira: [Silently thinks of the benefits with being his escort and finds the idea increasingly tempting] Arigatou, Monsieur Augustine. [Places her hand at the crook of his elbow as she gives the gentlest touch to make him yearn for more] Your sweet words are tempting me to become your geisha. [Flashes a little smirk as he towers over her while they make their way to the restaurant. Taking a seat, she gently brushes her leg against his] Oh forgive me.. [Lowers her eyes from his, pretending as if she did it on accident] I haven’t been here before. I look forward to seeing what kind of tastes you have, Monsieur. [Looks over the menu before placing it on the table] May please order for me? [Asks coyly, wanting to test him in her own way] In my country, it is said that you can learn a lot from a man based on what he has.

Augustine: [Has a private corner booth in the back of the restaurant as they are seated] I would hope that I could entreat you into accepting my offer.. There's nothing I wish for more. [Says lowly. He smiles as they touch, liking her coy nature] That's alright, ma cherie.. [Gazes at her] That's some faith to put into someone you're not sure about. [Murmurs as he smiles] She'll have the meuniere.. [Orders fish for her] And I'll have the bison, please. [Tells the waiter] And a bottle of your best red. [Turns his attention back to her] Would you indulge me some stories of your life before this? [Pours her glass, because she is /his/ guest at the moment]

Akira: Pays attention to his order, impressed by him while noticing how he chooses a unique type of meat as his meal] I take my risks and leave it in fate’s hands every now and then. [Murmurs with a hint of mischief to her sultry voice as mentions faith. Nearly reaches for the bottle before she eyes him heatedly as he takes it upon himself to serve her] What would you like to know, Monsieur? [Tilts her head as she sips the rich wine before having that coy smile again as she thinks back on her memories] My performances for very powerful audience? Past suitors? For tonight, I can be an open book for you, Monsieur.

Augustine: [Licks his lips a she thinks for a moment] We'll I'm sure you're a very interesting book and I'd like to read you for more than just the night. [Sticks his tongue in his cheek as he eyes her behind his glasses] I don't want to hear any of that. [Shakes his head] I want to hear about your most memorable experiences.. [Shrugs] As a child, as a young woman.. What comes to mind when you look back on the life you've lead? [Tilts his head as he realizes it's a big question, but he was never one for small talk]

Akira: [Her little grin appears as she pretends to look shy] With that look you’re giving me one would assume that you would want to do more than just read me. [Sees that hidden glint in his eyes as she seems to be more and more charmed by him] A very deep and meaningful question, Monsieur. You keep surprising me. [A coquettish smile forms on her lips as she breaks eye contact to think over his question] I think of the very defiant little girl that I was and how I loathed being told what to do.. [Trails off, laughing softly to herself as she pictures it clearly] I was very naughty back then. I had had enough of the lessons and the dancing. My special tricks. [Pulls out a small fan, swiftly twirling it in her hand before spinning it into the air and catching it] I would sneak out nearly every night to have my own fun. The lady of the geisha house disapproved of that very much. [Smirks as she meets his eyes] I wanted more than what I was given.. until I saw the life I could have and the woman I could be. And then things became better.. Well, some things. [Murmurs softly before her debt and the betrayal comes to mind] Monsieur, how did you know about my situation? [Moves closer to him as her body language speaks of her interest] It makes me wonder how much of me you already know now.

Augustine: Yes, that's true.. I'd like to run my hands between your pages as well. [Bites his lip as he plays their little game. He quiets as she speaks, hanging onto her every word before utterly amused at her little trick. His eyes glow with enchantment as he gazes at her] And do you still loathe being told what to do, Akira-san? [Tilts his head] I have my ways. [Brings his glass to his lips as he takes a sip of his wine before their food is placed before them] Merci. Et une verre d'eau si'l vous plait. [Murmurs to the waiter as she makes him feel parched]

Akira: If only I was that kind of book. [Whispers lowly as she leans into his ear before pulling back] My pages are very delicate, Monsieur. [Tucking her fan away, her perfect little mouth curls into a honeyed smile] The opposite, actually. [Lies through her lips as that defiant little girl is still inside of her] A geisha obeys with eagerness and will do more to please the other. [Wonders what he would do if he knew the real her. She eyes the food with excitement, pleased by his choices] Arigatou, Augustine-san. [Places a napkin on her lap, being dainty and poised yet brushing her hand against his, knowing how strong of an effect the lightest touch can be] You seem very thirsty tonight, Monsieur. [Takes her untouched water as she offers it to him, bringing it to his lips as she serves the way she would with her danna]

Augustine: [He listens to her but senses there’s more to her than a completely submissive woman] De rien. [Murmues as he can’t take his eyes off of her. She drives him crazy with her gentle teasing] Merci. [Eyes her before taking a drink of the water as she serves him] I am. You make me nervous. [Chuckles] And I am not a man who ever feels nervous. [Enjoys the novelty of the sensation] You’re pretty special if you can awaken such a feeling in someone like me. [Takes her hand and kisses the back of it]

Akira: [Watches as his perfectly shaped mouth takes a sip of the water before giving him a seductive gaze until he swallows it back] Feel better, Augustine-san? [Bats her dark lashes at him before eyeing him in amusement] Why would make you feel nervous? [Laughs softly as she starts to think that he’s a softer type of man, not as rugged or dominant as the meat that he ordered] What kind of man are you usually? [Breathes in slowly, his kiss sends a foreign sensation throughout her body as she feels heated for him] I think it’s your turn to tell me about yourself now. [Takes her fork as she takes some of the expertly cooked fish before moaning softly at the taste, moving closer so that he can hear her little sound]

Augustine: Much. [Murmurs] That’s an interesting question.. [Chuckles] I’m a man who enjoys the company of a beautiful woman. But I tend to be pretty distant from normal societal matters.. I can be misanthropic at times. [Admits as he cuts into his meat, revealing the bloody center as he takes a bite and savors the taste. He glances over at her as she moans, imagining being the cause of it] Hm.. well to give you a bit of background, I’m a novelist first, and I teach at the university in Paris. [Says softly, knowing that if she didn’t recognize him then she’s never read one of his books] As you’d imagine, my commitments make it hard to find organic companionship.. and why bother to sort through mediocrity when I can come here and find the best. [Tilts his head] Is there anything you’d like to know specifically? [Drags a morsel through the sauce before taking another bite and smiling satisfactorily]

Akira: [Focuses her attention on him, wiping the corners of her mouth while watching as the look in his eyes darken with hunger until he bites into the meat] A novelist? I have a fondness for books. Perhaps you could enlighten me with your work. [Shows genuine interest before wrapping her lips around her fork as she takes another bite. She listens intently, understanding him as she has met many other men in his situation—however not nearly as enticing] And have you found the best, Augustine-san? [Her deep brown eyes melt into his gaze as she brushes her knee against his once more except lingers this time] You mentioned how La Bôite offers many different types of experiences.. [Trails off as she leans in and slowly wipes the corner of his mouth with her digit] I’m curious.. Do you come here to watch a breathtaking show or do you come here to have your other appetites satiated?

Augustine: I have a suspicion that I’m looking at the best right now. [Eyes her intensely] I’m not sure you’d find them as interesting. [Shakes his head] I’ve written a couple.. the most popular is a French Historical fiction mystery series. [Doesn’t put much weight to his words as he doesn’t want to boast] I come here to meet all kinds of needs. [Smiles at her— finding himself doing it more often than usual] For now.. I would really like it if we could work something out between us.. just a tier one relationship. Companionship. I would never want to pressure you into anything you weren’t ready for. [Glances down at these bodies touching. He caresses her features] I want you to be mine.

Akira: [Finds herself becoming heated under his piercing, glacial irises as he says that she might be the best—knowing full well that she is] I would love to read it. It might help push me to decide quicker. [Murmurs sweetly as she shows interest before eyeing him as he surprises her once more] Do you? And are your needs satisfied with the others? [Wonders if he’s a “danna” to another girl before hearing his offer. She sips her wine as she thinks deeply about it] A tier one relationship. Interesting. [Ponders the terms before smiling coyly as she takes note of a slightly possessive side] And if I became your geisha, how would you treat me, Augustine-san? [Leans in closer as she searches his eyes and feeds off of his body heat] Would you treat me with respect me as you do with your precious books? [Whispers softly into his ear before brushing her soft lips against his lobe] It would please me to be your geisha.. but I need to know if you will be an honest man in return. [Gazes at him deeply, taking him up on the offer as she believes that she’ll have more control in this than she did with her last danna]

Augustine: Of course I would treat you respectfully, Akira-san.. [Murmurs softly before clocking a brow at her words] You have my word I’ll always be honest with you. [Says softly, knowing he’s not one to lie] So, is that a yes? [Takes her hand and kisses it once more]

Akira: [Lowers her head as she stares at him deeply, reading his eyes behind his glasses as he awakens something inside of her] Hai. I will your companion. [Smiles coyly as he lays another kiss on her head, feigning shyness while secretly welcoming his affection] I will let my handler know so that they can create a schedule for you, Augustine-san. [Traces his lower lip with her fingertips, watching him for his reaction as she has a sultry expression] How often will I get to see you, Monsieur?

Augustine: [Smiles as she accepts his offer] Thank you. I'm looking forward to spending time together. [Licks his lips as he returns to his meal. He nods as he listens to her] Ah, well.. that would be up to as much as you'd be willing to see me. I realize you weren't recognized by the House as an escort until now.. So we can ease into it. [Chews slowly as he eyes her]

Akira: [Finds his mouth rather tempting as she listens to the sound of his voice, actually feeling excited to tap back into her roots] Augustine-san, I am available to you at all times. You only have to say when and where. [Coos before drinking her wine after eating more of the savory meal] Ease into what, if I may ask? [Has a devious little smile on her lips yet a curious look in her eyes as she wants to hear what he’s really after]

Augustine: [Purses his lips at her words] I like the sound of that.. [Murmurs as he finishes his meal] Well.. into seeing each other more frequently.. increasing intimacy if you were interested in that. [Wipes his lips] But only if you want. I'm not interested in companionship with someone who doesn't return the sentiment. [Explains] I don't want to give you up tonight, just yet. [Laughs softly] May I escort you to your new room? [Checks his phone to see her new room number]

Akira: [Tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her neck and a hint of her full cleavage to him before covering herself with her dark locks] I see. Well, I am very interested in returning the sentiment. But we can ease into it. [Uses his previous phrase while wondering how far she can push him and how much of a hold she’ll have over their companionship] My new room? I don’t recall having that arranged. [Looks confused as she watches him pull out his phone]

Augustine: Well, you’re my escort now. I thought it’d be appropriate for you to have a better room. [Murmurs as he stands up and holds out his hand to her] Your stuff has already been transferred. [Holds her hand this time as they make their way up in the elevator and to the room] Here it is. [Uses his black card to swipe her door] What do you think? [Shows her the grander room, her closet much bigger and her silk kimonos displayed artfully] You have a view of the gardens in this wing. [He lingers for a moment] I should go. [Bites his lip as he cups her face] Bonne nuit, ma Cherie. [Kisses her forehead, knowing he’s being more forward with her but he holds back]

Akira: Arigatou, Augustine-san. That’s very kind of you. [Walks along side him as they leave the restaurant, welcoming his touch as she keeps close to him—letting everyone see who her “danna” is now. Once they reach the room, she parts her lips in awe before beaming at him as she takes a look around] It is so perfect. I love it. [Smiles sincerely as she realizes that he has much to offer. She caresses her silk kimonos before following him to look at the view] You are a very generous man. I am so grateful to have you as my danna. [Purrs as she looks at him over her shoulder before allowing him to hold her as he pleases. The closeness makes her feel an undeniable ache and attraction] Oyasumi, Augustine-san. [Whispers lowly before closing her eyes from his gentle forehead kiss. She stares up at him in a seductive way as she gently pulls him down and kisses the spot near his lips] Sleep well, my danna.

Augustine: [He swallows after her little kiss, his heart racing as he wants to grip her face and kiss her harshly but he refrains. He steps back and and out of the room]

#type: tension #type: first meeting #v: l’ecrivain et la muse #world: la boite #c: devenir mien

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storyweaverofgondor · 4 years

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I just got back from seeing the Cats Tour and i have to share my favorite points.

Strap in cause there is a lot.

First off, BOMBALURINA TOUCHED ME! *Squeals and faints*

I actually had interactions with four of the cats.

The first was with Demeter. When she was coming up the aisle i gave her a little bow and she paused and gave me this look before shaking herself and continuing. Not the most positive interaction but vary in character for the skittish queen so still awesome!

The second was with Bomba as mentioned above. During the play the cats would greet each other by holding out their hands. So i did that and gave a little bow when she was coming down the aisle at one point. And i felt her silky glove brush my hand. The fact that i didn’t Etcetera squeal and die right then and there is a miracle.

The last was with Coricopat and Tantomile. During Mistoffelees’ song when they danced down the aisle I bowed to them. Coricopat paused and looked at me. Tantomile (who had already danced past a few second before) rejoined him and they eyed me for a moment. Then they bowed back. I felt so honored in that moment and i still do.

(Cassandra also walked past me twice. She was so beautiful!)

Now to my favorite moments of the actual play. their wasn’t much in regards to Tuggoffelees romantic moments, They seemed to be playing it off as more buddies then boyfriends.

At one point i could feel the music vibrating in my chest. That has never happened to me before. It was amazing.

Skimbleshanks wore his vest for the whole play. It was adorable.

During Jennyanydots’ song Mistoffelees was helping her around the stage a lot. At one point he helped her sit down at one end of the stage and she looked to the other end and opened her mouth. and stopped moving. Misto poked her. Rose up and looked in the direction she was staring in to try and find what she was staring at. Then he waved his hand in front of her face. No reaction and Jenny is just not moving. it was so cute and funny. He eventually just left then came back a little further into the song, approaching her from the other side, and she finally snapped out of it and smiled at him as if nothing had happened.

Jenny was so sparkly!

Jenny scolding Misto atop the tire during Tugger’s song. it felt very concerned and caring instead of annoyed and it just made me . . . aww.

This Mistoffelees was quite possibly the cutest ever!

There was this scene during one of the times Grizabella shows up. Gus doesn’t see her arrive and doesn’t quite seem to understand whatever everyone in reacting to. Then Old Deuteronomy directs him to go to Grizabella and greet her. Gus just goes “OK! Hello there young lady.” then Jenny hurries forward before they can touch and leads him away. he just keeps smiling, not quite understanding what just happened. it broke my heart.

Bomba holding out her hand to touch Grizabella then quickly pulling back and hissing at her when Griz reaches out. naughty queen. very bad.

Demeter reached out to Grizabella twice and fled each time.

During Bustopher jones there is this sequence when he tucks this napkin into his collar that serves a duel purpose as a table and all the cats come out dancing with platters of food. Skimble also had a napkin over his arm like a very proper waiter for a bit. it was cute.

Alonzo and Cassandra were always sitting next to each other. It was so sweet

There was a moment during the Jellicle ball when Tugger is standing off to the side and Bomba siddles up to him. and he just NOTICES HER. Just a “Yes. I want you.” sort of moment. they started dancing together after this.

Tugger and Misto had a little moment atop the car at some point. it was cute.

Victoria and Plato had extra romantic moments spread throughout the ball. They just kept noticing each other and being all surprised and and in awe of each other. Like love at first sight several times over. So sweet!

That cute little dance thing Munkustrap and Demeter do with their hands? they did it! Victoria and Plato and Coricopat and Tantomile did it too!

The twitchy little thing Sillabub did every time after somebody touched her paw. she came off as such a shy baby!

Tugger standing high up on the ladder and tapping his foot in time with the other songs.

Tugger being the ‘Where’s Waldo’ of cats. Constantly showing up in a different spot and posing.

Tugger doing that stretched out arm thing and Tumble patting at his hands. Being given an annoyed look after the third time he did it just made Tumble bat at the other hand.

Rumpleteazer was so tiny and chunky! such a cute baby girl!

The actor playing Old Dee had such a powerful voice.

Old Deuteronomy bops Coricopat on the head then he and Tantomile run over to Sillabub and bop her on the head to make her start singing her part of Moment of Happiness. it was like song weird form of mind control? :/ not sure what to think about that

During Gus’s song Old Dee comes up to him and sings “You could do it again.” and i will admit i just about cried for joy. Old Dee and Gus just had so many cute moments.

The term ‘Heathen Chinese’ in Pekes and the Pollicles was changed to ‘Winsome Chinese’.

When the train crashed during skimble’s song there was one cat just kinda sticking out the top of the smokestack who just flopped over and went limp. Then he wore it off stage, head sticking out the top and scurrying feet sticking out the bottom. it was hilarious!

Tumblebrutus, Sillabub and Pipe Cat (I think he’s a swing?) are the only kittens of the tribe aside from Jerrie and Teazer and are constantly together.

Three times I noticed Skimble and Jenny sitting in the background together just nuzzling each other.

i actually had a moment during that scene when ‘Macavity’ and fake Deuteronomy are both on stage where i was questioning myself. i knew what was going to happen but still! i actually thought it was Old Dee!

there was a sequence where Macavity is trying to climb atop the car and he kept getting smacked back down. it was both scary and somehow hilarious?

Tumble tries to fight Macavity and is immediately struck down, cowering and fleeing in terror. Somebody protect the baby!

none of the cats were knocked during the fight scene but afterward Munk just starts limping heavily and Demeter runs across the stage to his side. That got me right in the feels

I actually jumped when Macavity fried all the lights. i have seen this scene like five hundred times but somehow seeing it in person was just so . . . jarring.

Have i mentioned that this version of Mistoffelees might just be the cutest thing ever?!

Mistoffelees and Tugger giving each other a hug at the end of Misto’s song.

at the start of Grizabella’s song Tumble and the Pipe Cat are the first to respond to her and start moving closer and closer. Then suddenly pull back and return to their places with their backs turned. i wanted them to be the ones to touch her so bad.

Demeter turned around when Grizabella sang “I can smile at the old days. I was beautiful then.” and i just . . . GAH!

Victoria darting forward when Grizabella falls down during her song and stopping herself before getting too close and slinking back to Old Deuteronomy’s side

Grizabella smacking herself in the face with her long hair during her big number. but she made it work and she could really belt it out i could feel “TOUCH ME!” in my heart.

Tugger was lounging against the oven watching her the whole time. Aside from Old Dee he was the only one who didn’t turned his back or look away from her.

Grizabella being lifted into the air ‘Ala Peter Pan’ by wires was gorgeous.

Mungojerrie spent the entirety of ‘Addressing the Cats’ being so sassy to the audience. I Loved It!

#cats the musical #cats tour 2019 #cats 2019 #cats #jellicle cats #it was awesome #i loved it #My first time seeing cats live #i had so much fun

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Chapter 3: Schooltown Follies

Since there have been stories, there have been stories that anthropomorphize animals. Folks have imagined creatures behaving as humans in every corner of the world, in myths and fables and fairy tales from ancient cultures to today. So by the turn of the 20th century, when a mycologist known for painting incredibly detailed images of fungus decided to instead write and illustrate stories about animals in contemporary clothes, it wasn’t exactly a new idea. But perhaps that makes it more impressive: despite the multitude of animal books for children that have been published in the last hundred and fifty years, the work of Beatrix Potter still stands out.

She’s not alone, of course: no good conversation about humanized animals in Western kid lit can last long without mentioning Richard Scarry or Margaret Wise Brown or Arnold Lobel. And Peter Rabbit’s extended family is quite British, which puts it at odds with the nostalgic Americana of Over the Garden Wall: it’s not for nothing that our assortment of animals in Schooltown Follies includes a raccoon and an opossum. But the timeless quality of Potter’s work is still felt in this episode in two ways. First, while the show has a cartoony lens, the school animals are far more anatomically accurate than Beatrice or the frogs of Lullaby in Frogland, evoking Potter’s signature field guide style. And second, there’s a mischief to Potter’s animals that makes them feel more like real children than the cute but bland residents of Scarry’s Busytown, and mischief is the name of the game when Greg comes to schooltown.

Schooltown Follies is full of clever tricks, but perhaps its most clever is introducing animals with human qualities (they wear clothes, play instruments, and walk on their hind legs) but not giving them voices. It’s generally great comedy fuel, showing the inherent ridiculousness of a school for sorta normal animals, but it more importantly allows the episode a silent movie feel, with plenty of physical humor enhanced by characters without dialogue. That style completes the episode’s subversion of Beatrix Potter’s oeuvre: she wrote stories about naughty animals learning that they should behave, but in this vaudeville version, the only way to save the day is by misbehaving.

“Then I’ll do what I need to do, I guess.”

Despite being one of our three main characters, Greg trades a full character arc for a comic relief role. At the beginning of Over the Garden Wall he’s a chatty kid who never gives up and loves fun, and at the end he’s a chatty kid who never gives up and loves fun. This doesn’t mean he’s fully static, as he matures enough to accept some responsibility to others instead of seeking entertainment for himself: he abandons a potential happy ending to try to save Wirt with the Beast, and returns his stolen Rock Facts Rock in the last shot of the series. But even this obligation to help out is present early on: Schooltown Follies is the first of his two focus episodes, and the foundation of his eventual heroism is established right here.

And frankly? I think it’s okay if he’s not that dynamic. Greg doesn’t change as much as Wirt or Beatrice because he doesn’t have nearly as much to overcome, and he still contributes to the show without forcing the crew to juggle three distinct arcs. Our older kids are on a shorter timer to grow up, and have clearer negative traits (Wirt’s got no confidence, Beatrice is a jerk), and while we can accuse Greg of lacking social cues, he’s so young that it’s not indicative of a larger problem. He’s just acting his age, albeit in a heightened way for entertainment, and to lose that innocence this early in his life would make this show a serious downer.

“Heightened” is the general mood of Schooltown Follies, where Greg’s less realistic behavior fits much better than The Old Grist Mill’s bottom-of-the-barrel aside. This is an episode where Two Old Cat, an old-timey bat-and-ball game that evokes a similar old-school era as our old school, involves searching for actual old cats, somehow finding them immediately, then realizing one is too old to play and must instead be taken care of by a raccoon in a newsboy cap and overalls.

While there’s plenty of humor to go around in Over the Garden Wall, this is the only fully silly episode. Our other lighthearted outings come with dark twists: Songs of the Dark Lantern introduces the Beast, Lullaby in Frogland reveals Adelaide, and Babes in the Wood turns out to be the most somber episode of the series with context. Here we almost get a parody of such a twist, with characters repeatedly mentioning a wild gorilla on the loose apropos of nothing, then revealing that the gorilla is Miss Langtree’s paramour trapped in a suit. It’s a ridiculous setup to a ridiculous punchline, aided by casting Thomas Lennon for a few lines of dialogue (his read for “I. Was. The gorilla” was worth every penny), so there’s never any sense of danger. Jimmy Brown and Enoch are equally harmless in the end, but I doubt any little kids watching are gonna get nightmares about the ape suit.

This mood is enhanced with song, but among the many musical moments in the series—Mad Love is the only episode without singing in some form—Schooltown Follies stands out by not letting any of the numbers finish. We begin and end the episode in song, but Greg doesn’t have the last lines for Adelaide Parade figured out, Langtree’s Lament faces numerous interruptions before being cut short by the bell (they actually did a full version though!), and Potatoes and Molasses gets stopped first by Mr. Langtree, then by the end credits. Even Miss Langtree’s piano rendition of last episode’s Patient is the Night halts when Greg mashes the keys. It’s the perfect atmosphere for an episode about a kid who loves fun, but is easily distracted and hasn’t developed good planning skills.

Which isn’t to say that Greg is dumb, but that he’s prone to winging it in a way that sets him apart from Wirt. While Wirt rambles his thoughts aloud, Greg takes action without telling anyone why, making his decisions appear random in a medium that often explains motives concretely to young viewers. Wandering in his own direction has become a running gag by now, and while he sets off to make the world a better place, he instead plays outside with animal truants. He’s jolted back to his quest by the bland food and dull atmosphere of lunch hour, and his irrepressible energy lightens everybody’s day without much effort. When Mr. Langtree steps in as an antagonist, Greg decides once again to do something about it, this time saying explicitly that he has no plan, but everything works out again. We get an excellent joke from his decision to rob Langtree right after he becomes sympathetic, but as usual, Greg has bigger ideas behind the humor that he just hasn’t articulated.

While Greg is busy delightfully saving the day, Wirt and Beatrice ease into a sniping side story that establishes their relationship for the next few episodes. They got off on the wrong foot in The Old Grist Mill and twisted that ankle in Hard Times at the Huskin’ Bee, so by now Beatrice doesn’t even try to hide her disdain and Wirt gets fed up with it. This is the perfect type of subplot, one that develops our characters and fits into the theme of the episode—Wirt’s rebellious obedience bounces off Greg’s rebellious call to disobey—but doesn’t distract from the main story.

Beatrice is helpful in opening up Wirt’s snotty side in a way that allows us to cheer for him. Until now his biggest conversation partner has been Greg, and it’s tough to side with Wirt when he’s mean to Greg, but Beatrice is an equal in terms of sparring, and her rudeness is a more understandable motive for Wirt to be obstinate than Greg’s playfulness. Our last episode had him aimlessly suggest staying in Pottsfield, and he’s similarly bound to this new location, but his different attitude changes the entire story. After two episodes of dithering, it’s nice that they let Elijah Wood play a character who’s funny on purpose for a spell, reveling in annoying Beatrice.

And even though he doesn’t know what to do, we actually get our first heroic moment from Wirt here. Greg saved the day in Grist Mill, and the situation resolves without much issue in Hard Times, but Jimmy is saved from the gorilla costume because of Wirt. True, he only interferes after being commanded to by Mr. Langtree, and he clearly has no idea what to do, and he trips over his shoelaces rather than contribute in an intentional way, but it sets the stage for his rescue of Beatrice in our next episode. Deep down, when he’s not overthinking it, the kid is capable of bravery when it’s asked of him. And it’s wonderful that for all his differences from Greg, both share an impulsive approach to heroism when they decide to help others. It’s almost like they’re related.

Beyond getting a few good digs in at Wirt, Beatrice extends her meanness to Miss Langtree, which makes her pestering of the boys feel less personal: it’s not that she hates them, she’s irritable with everyone. But we also get the first hint of her warming to our heroes, letting Greg have his fun at the concert and telling Wirt to finally tie his shoes with just a tiny speckle of fondness. While she gets a bigger friendship moment in Mad Love, when she’s essentially forced to get to know Wirt better, it’s neat to see Beatrice gradually come around instead of flipping a switch after a major story event.

We’re about to get our next big Plot Episode, introducing the Beast and adding new doubts about the Woodsman, so a silly episode is just what we need. It’s our third in a row where something sinister turns out to be okay: obviously the gorilla is an example of this, but Mr. Langtree is similarly an intimidating presence who ends up being a regular man. Even the creepy squirrels from the opening shots of the Unknown’s dangers in The Old Grist Mill return as comic relief. We’re fully primed to look for goodness where we see wickedness. Just in time for us to learn to fear merry opera echoing from the woods.

Rock Factsheet

Greg’s spiel on hot dogs might not summon the Rock Fact Rock, but it certainly evokes the stone’s spirit.

Where have we come, and where shall we end?

Adelaide Parade and Potatoes and Molasses will both get dark reprises, and the former also gets the rare jolly reprise as well. But we unfortunately don’t get a harrowing future scene featuring Langtree’s Lament.

Two Old Cat is part of a list of bat-and-ball games mentioned by a rambling background teen in The Unknown.

#schooltown follies #over the garden wall #otgw #steven universally #beatrix potter

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Shownu

The fan sign announcer started announcing row by row of people to go up and get their album signed by their idols, little did they know, you came to surprise your boyfriend who just so happened to be the last one in the row. You usually hated coming to these things, but today was a special occasion: it was your one year anniversary, and Shownu had to spend it working. He had a date night planned for that night, but you just couldn’t go all day without seeing him on this special day.

You heard your row number announce and you stood up and followed the line of fans up to the stage, waiting patiently for your turn. Once the chair in front of you was empty, you sat down in the chair in front of Minhyuk and his eyes grew wide, “Y/N, what’re you doing here?” He asked, taking your album from your hands and opening to the marked page for him.

“I’m here to see you-know-who and of course come out and support you guys.“ Minhyuk gave you a once over, noticing your a little more than provocative shirt.

“Are you sure you’re here to support us, or are you here to tease Shownu?” He chuckled when you nodded your head to his question.

“It’s always fun to tease him, he’d never expect it.” You two shared a laugh together before being ushered into the next seat to have the same conversation with Kihyun, then Jooheon, then Hyungwon, Wonho, and finally Changkyun. Shownu finally noticed that you were sitting in the seat in front of Changkyun, his eyes automatically catching the rosewood red push-up bra through the opening of your shirt. He swallowed hard as you stood up, taking the seat in front of him, “Hi, Shownu.”

“H-hi… How are you…?” His cheeks turned red, the fire soon crawling to the tips of his ears.

“I’m your biggest fan, I was hoping you would sign my album for me…” You handed him the album and he nodded, his fingers opening to the tab that had his name, his eyes widening as he read the post-it note on the page:

I’m wearing your favorite panties right now.

His eyes shot up to yours, his mouth dropping a bit, “Y/N—”

“Hurry up, Shownu, other there’s other people that want to talk to you.” You teased, giggling at his flustered appearance. He swallowed hard as he scribbled his signature on his page and handed the album back to you, “Thank you so much.” You stood from your seat, accidentally letting your album fall on the floor next to Shownu. You bent over to pick it up, his eyes glancing over to see your lacy panties from under your skirt, the sight of them causing a bulge to form in his pants. You stood up with your album in hand and walked off the stage and back to your seat, you watched him move around in his seat attempting to hold a conversation with every fan that sat in the seat in front of him. For the moment he got a break, his eyes were looking down at the table, soon the sound of your phone dinging caught your ears.

You pulled out your phone to see a message from Shownu: In 45 minutes, meet me in the bathroom. You’ve created a massive problem.

Wonho

You pressed the button for floor 12 and the elevator doors closed with a ding. You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the elevator wall, you watched the number on the screen above the door turn from zero to one, “Fuck…” You hissed as the doors dinged open. A man walked into the elevator with you and he slightly bowed, and you dipped your head watching as he pressed a button on the panel. You crossed your arms tighter over your chest while he glanced back at you, a fiery blush crawling up into your cheeks.

Does he know?

You thought as he tried to make our your figure under your taupe trench coat. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your eyes on the floor, when the elevator dinged, reaching your floor. Quickly exiting the elevator your rushed down the hall, searching for room number 1210–your eyes finally landed on the gold plated numbers and you stood at the door, your knuckles rapping over the dark wood. The door opened to reveal Wonho standing in a bathrobe, his beautiful chest exposed between the velvety robe.

“I came here, as you asked…” You hummed, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“We need to double check and make sure you listened to directions.” A crooked smirk tugged at his lips.

“You mean right here?” You whispered, the fire that had already stained your cheeks pink melted down into your core, “C-can we just go in the room?”

“Do it, Y/N.” He growled and you swallowed hard, unbuttoning your coat. His eyes viewed the sheer black bra fitted to your chest, your hardened nipples easily seen through the fabric; his fingers reached out and swirled over one of your nipples, a breathy moan escaping your lips as he ran his cold fingertips down to the barely-there rich black g-string, “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

Minhyuk

You wandered down the hall of the house, finding your way to Minhyuk’s room. You quietly knocked on his door, waiting for a response, but after a few minutes of waiting without one, you opened his door to see that he wasn’t in his room. You walked over to the window, looking out onto the backyard to see his blond hair bobbing through the water of the pool. You made your way down to the main floor and walked out onto the patio; Minhyuk didn’t even see you until you spoke, “Hey, Sunshine, you know it’s like one in the morning, right?” He looked up at you squatting near the edge of the pool, his eyes landing on your bare legs.

“What’s with the nickname…? Not to mention, it’s our vacation, I can do whatever I want.” He moved towards you, beads of water dripping from his long blond locks to drip onto his pale skin.

“I would’ve expected you to be asleep.” You responded, reaching out to him to brush wet strands of hair from his face.

“Were you looking for me?” He asked, batting his long lashes.

“Possibly.” A smile passed over your lips as you avoided his gaze.

“Well, now you found me…” He gently intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hands, “What did you want?” Your eyes looked everywhere, but at Minhyuk, knowing his stare would melt you upon looking into his eyes.

“N-nothing…”

“If it’s nothing then why won’t you look at me?” He hummed and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not avoiding it, I just—” You turned your eyes onto him, his face extremely close to yours, close enough to feel his warm breath on your lips. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, a smirk soon coming to his.

“Well since you’re here now, how about you…” Minhyuk quickly yanked your hands towards him, pulling you into the pool, “Join me!” You squealed as your clothed body was engulfed in the cold water.

“Ah! Minnie!” You hissed, frantically trying to swim to the steps, “Why did you do that?!” You growled, getting out of the pool, the hoodie you were wearing now soaked and spilling water onto the concrete.

“I just wanted you to…” He stopped short in his sentence as he watched you pull off the soaked hoodie, exposing your figure. You wore nothing underneath the hoodie, but a silk mauve colored balconette bra and matching pair of panties, which were now soaked too. His eyes were glued to your skin basking in the moonlight, it luring him out of the pool to approach you, “God you’re beautiful…”

“You’re one to talk, Sunshine.”

“If I’m the sunshine, you’re definitely the moonbeam.”

Kihyun

“Thank you for meeting me here.” You smiled, stirring your cup of coffee, blending the cream and sugar into the umber caffeinated liquid, turning it the color of a latte.

“I wanted to see you, so meeting you anywhere was a gift.” Kihyun’s princely smile made your heart flutter. Ever since your first date, you’ve been wanting to see him again, especially with clothes on this time. He was ten times more beautiful than you last remembered, he looked like he was created by the gods themselves with the way his face was sculpted, his plush lips that pulled into a smile before wrapping around the black straw, his picturesque chocolate irises that turned into a exquisite caramel when the light hit them just right—he, indeed, belonged with the gods.

You lifted your cup up to your lips, attempting to take a sip while you were engrossed in his beauty when you spilled some coffee onto your blouse, “Ah!” You gasped and reached for a napkin.

“Are you okay?” He asked, getting up to help you blot your blouse, “Here let’s take you to the bathroom and clean you up.” You sighed a bit and got up from your seat, Kihyun taking you by the hand and leading you to the family bathroom. He pulled you inside and locked the door behind you, “Alright let’s see...” He turned his gaze onto you, your shirt turning transparent where the coffee had soaked your shirt.

“Kihyun, could you… turn around… so I can take this off?” You asked, but his eyes were glued to the sight of your bra through your shirt.

“Are you… wearing lingerie?” He bit his lip slightly, approaching you.

“What’re are you talking about…? No…” Your cheeks flushed a bright red as you backed up into the wall, his fingertips ghosting over the exposed skin of your chest.

“Let me see then.” His rasped voice was enough to make you give into him, he unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your pearl white plunging bra. You shivered as the cold bathroom air brushed over your skin, Kihyun’s lips soon warming the sensitive skin of your neck. You closed your eyes feeling his hands run up your thighs, sliding your skirt up to around your waist; he pulled away from your skin to squat down, peppering blistering kisses into the skin just above the waistband of your white lace Brazilian panties, “You’re so naughty, Y/N. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you spilled your coffee on purpose.”

Hyungwon

He watched your body move in the mirror in front of him, your graceful steps in time with his. His eyes admired the way your sweat soaked shirt clung to your body, it only bending with your shape as you moved. The slightly transparent shirt showed off the faint wine tint under the damp fabric, it peaking his interest entirely— what intrigued him more was your leggings digging into every crevice you had, them showing off your beautiful back side. The music faded as your feet stopped at the end of the song, both of your bodies breathing heavily from the vigorous dance routine; adrenaline sped through Hyungwon while he pulled your body to him, “Hyungwon—” His lips hushed your protest and his hands slipped under your shirt, quickly pulling it over your head to reveal your silk wine bralette.

“Wearing the expensive fabric to work out in?” He husked, letting his fingers push into the waistband of your leggings, “Did you wear the matching panties, too?” He pulled your leggings down under your ass, his eyes catching the silky wine seamless panties hugging your flesh in the mirror behind you.

“You think I would wear mismatch lingerie when I planned to seduce you? C’mon, Wonnie, I thought you would know better than that.” A mischievous smirk pulled at your lips, eliciting a growl from Hyungwon’s chest.

Jooheon

You viewed the back of him sitting in his studio chair, his focus on the screen in front of him. Something about watching him work turned you on, so much so that you decided to surprise him this time. Before even asking if you could see him, you had already slipped into the new lingerie you bought, knowing the one person you wanted to show: Jooheon.

“Joohoney…” You hummed from the couch, him humming back in response, “I have a surprise for you.” You got up from the couch and walked over to the door, your fingers turning the lock, the clicking sound making Jooheon spin around to meet your gaze.

“Oh yeah?” He settled down into the chair, an eyebrow kinked with curiosity.

“I absolutely do.” You took slow steps to him, your fingers popping a button open on your blouse with every step you took until it hit the floor. His eyes indulged in the view of the burgundy push-up bra that laid beautifully against your skin, his breath getting caught in his throat. Surprised eyes followed your gait as your black pencil skirt slid down your legs, bunching up on the floor around your ankles. His eyes worked their way back up your body, taking in the sight of your sheer thigh high stockings and a thin thong matching in color to your bra hugging your curves gorgeously.

“Jesus…” He rasped, his hands reaching for your body as you straddled his lap, his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, grinding your core over his hardening length.

“How about you take a break?” You whispered, his lips already beginning to burn kisses into your skin.

Changkyun

Waiting for him was never your strong suit, you were always eager for him, your skin ached to feel him on you, melt in the heat of his body, vanish underneath him, and tonight was no different. You laid between the silk sheets of his bed, wearing nothing, but the lingerie you wished he were there to take off your body. You reached for your phone and unlocked it, the screen automatically opening up to your message thread with Changkyun.

Your fingers typed one word: Baby...

With that you laid your phone down, waiting for his reply, the heat that had been suppressed throughout the day finally crawled back up into your core. Cold fingertips ghosted over parts of your exposed skin, conjuring goosebumps as they travelled down to the elastic of your panties. You were tempted with the thought of pleasuring yourself, the burn in your core starting to heat the rest of your body.

His slow reply finally dinged next to your head: Love...

You clicked the camera button in the message bar and pressed the volume button for your body to be cloaked in momentary light.

You looked over the photo on the screen, your fingers hitting send then adding: Come home.

Changkyun looked down at his phone, the light of the screen lighting up the back of the van. He clicked your message for it to open to show your bottom lip caught between your teeth, the cool black low cut caged lace bralette hugging your chest, his eyes soon falling down to the sight of your hand under the intricate lace of your panties: Come home.

His member throbbed in his tight leather pants, the sight of your body in little to no clothing had his heart racing: Give me ten minutes.

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