#wish I had a handbag but that’s on the list

[sleepysnk]

a/n: hey everyone! i’m so excited to bring this piece to you all. this goes along with my sugar daddy collab! <3 i hope you all enjoy this! 🫶🏻

pairings: kokonoi hajime x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, sugar daddy!koko, age gap (reader is 21 and koko is 25), oral sex f!receiving, mentions of oral sex m!receiving, unprotected sex, use of pet names (baby, pretty thing, baby girl, good girl, princess), some degradation, light choking, car sex, edging, creampie, possessive behavior, kinda angst (?), very fluffy koko.

synopsis: you’re a college student looking to buy the things you want. koko comes to your aid and is able to grant you every wish you desired. from handbags to makeup that was worth more than anything you owned, he gave you it all. you have a long list of items, but what happens when you ask koko for his debit card and not just one item?

head over heels ft. kokonoi hajime

Your eyes shifted over the many items in your shopping cart. The time displayed on your laptop screen showed that it was nearly one o’clock in the morning. You were fully aware that you should have been peacefully sleeping in your bed by now, but you were far too deep in your shopping to even think about any shut eye. 

Summer break was fast approaching and your university classes were soon coming to a close since the end of the semester was nearing its end. With that idea in mind, you grew sort of lazy and only did so much homework before feeling completely burned out. It was a common occurrence with many students your age. Your brain knew that the end was coming, so it set you into a certain mode where all you wanted to do was shut down and not do anything else. It was difficult, especially for the professors. However, you were passing all of your classes with high A’s and you had no reason to panic. You always kept up with your schoolwork like any proper student would, and now you were celebrating with a little retail therapy.

With break on the horizon, you had the desire to buy new things. Whether it was new clothes, a fresh new set of shoes, or just some makeup, you wanted to splurge a little. It wouldn’t hurt to have some new additions to your closet, right? 

Unfortunately, like many students you attended college with, you were quite broke. You had a part time job, but none of that money was able to go to things you wanted. You often had to save your checks for proper necessities like groceries and gas for your car. Sure, your roommate assisted with food and other things along those lines, but you didn’t want her to bear the brunt of it all. In the end, you were only left with a good one hundred fifty dollars. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you would have close to two hundred, but those weeks were rare. It was difficult to save, but the circumstances were never in your favor. You honestly couldn’t wait to graduate, but that left you with debt that would take you years to pay off. 

Now while that did stop you a majority of the time, you had an alternative option for buying the things you wanted. 

A little over three months ago, you and your friends were all hanging around inside your dorm. Your conversations were casual until your friend, Emma, had suggested downloading this app that involved meeting sugar daddies. At first, you were completely blown away by your friend's statement. You and your friends tried to protest that the app was probably a scam, because you had seen those types of things happen before. You’d offer them your banking information and then all of your funds would be taken from you in the matter of minutes. Plus, there were tons of weird men on those kinds of apps. Sometimes they would completely lie about their status just to receive whatever they wanted. Emma completely shut you and your friends down, and offered proof to help her case. When she brought it to the table, you were astounded. There had been multiple men that had sent her almost a thousand dollars each. She even claimed some didn’t ask for naked photographs, and they just sent it with zero hesitation behind it.

At first, you were stunned. 

Of course, that kind of offer seemed almost unnatural from how Emma made it look. A majority of the time those people were scammers or they wanted some kind of sexual advance for payment. Nowadays you couldn’t trust such a thing, but Emma had the proof. There were men sending her all kinds of money, and to be honest, you wanted in on that. You would have to do some digging is all. 

Once your friends had gone back to their own dorms, you decided to download the app. You chose some nice photos of yourself for your profile and began swiping on the plethora of men on your screen. It was almost like a sugar daddy tinder. For the first few minutes, you were met with lots of older guys. Some of them could have been your fathers age, so that’s why you decided to change your age range. Though, you had lots of discouragement for a while. A majority of the guys were genuine catfishes and you could tell by their profiles. The obvious cropping and misinformation was a clear sign of that. Some of them seemed like genuine creeps too. The one that looked promising almost always had a flaw along with them, and it was becoming quite annoying. How did Emma manage to discover the right men? This had to be pinned against you because all of the sugar daddies on that app were fucking weird. 

To be frank, you had started to believe that it was unlikely you’d find anything promising. The men you did have conversations with were disgusting or it was obvious they were trying to steal your debit card information. 

That ultimately changed when you came across a certain profile that seemed almost too good to be true.

Koko, 25

You were just about to delete the app when you came across the man’s profile. It was already almost two in the morning, but you were enthralled by the man on your screen. He was quite handsome and he seemed to live a very luxurious lifestyle. Your eyes widened when you saw that he was sitting on a Mercedes with many other cars beside it. He was so dreamy with his black and white hair that was dyed in different sections. There was a single earring that hung from his right ear, and there was even a photo of him sticking his tongue out. He owned more than your college tuition and car payment combined. It was hard for you to believe that a man like him was on such an app, but the most shocking thing was that he was only five miles away. Meaning, he was very close to you. It almost seemed like a fucking trap with how perfect it looked on the outside. There was no way this man was real. Behind the screen, there must have been a fifty year old man sitting in his crusty boxers. 

Despite that, you took a risk and swiped right on the man. 

You went to bed and didn’t ponder the app any longer. You assumed that if he was real, he probably wouldn’t bat an eye at you. He’d just keep swiping and leave it as that, right?

Wrong, so very wrong.

The next morning, you awoke and checked your phone as usual. You had notifications from your friends or random emails from your professors, but what you didn’t expect was a message from that app. 

Koko sent you a new message!

Your heart dropped inside your chest when you saw the message for the first time. You thought you were just having a dream, but Koko had actually messaged you. You immediately went to open it and see what he had said. You were honestly expecting one of those usual scam messages that are insanely filled with random emojis, but it was the exact opposite of that.

Koko: hey pretty thing <3 

For a little while, you contemplated replying to him. He could be a catfish for all you knew. He could also be trying to sweet talk you into taking your money, so you had to play it cool. It took you a while to actually trust the man behind the screen, but he eventually shared his phone number and the two of you began to frequently chat throughout the day. Koko had revealed he was a businessman. He never specified what it was, but he informed you that he made lots of money and he wasn’t married so there was nothing to spend it on except for himself. He was about four years older than you. The only reason he joined the app was to find someone to share that cash with, and that’s exactly what the man wanted to do with you. Koko also proved he wasn’t a scammer by any means and he would be willing to buy you whatever you wanted. 

But, at a price.

Koko had proposed a deal for you both. He had no problem being your sugar daddy by any means. He told you that if there was anything you needed from him, he would buy it with no hesitation. However, he wanted something in return. There was a reason you were his sugar baby. 

Koko offered to give you what you wanted after you had sex with him, or gave him something in exchange for your item. He told you that the higher the price of your gift, the higher you would have to work to receive it. It was quite a shock to you to hear such a thing, but you did want a sugar daddy. Koko had even mentioned he would never force you into a situation that you didn’t want, but he wanted you to keep your end of the deal no matter what. At first, you were unsure of it all. He was a handsome guy, he made lots of money, and all you would have to do was fuck him to have anything you so pleased. It was nerve wracking, though. You were going to be intimate with a man who was older than you, and he was going to give you anything you wanted after? There was a lot to ask, but you weren’t sure how to bring it up.

After a long phone call with the man, you had fully agreed to the terms he set for you. Koko had also explained to you that if at any point you would like to terminate it, he had no issue with that. You were relieved to hear such a thing. At least he wasn’t some deeply obsessed man who wouldn’t let you go if you asked.

The very first time you wanted to buy something, you were nervous. You were on Sephora, browsing the different eyeshadow palette’s or lipsticks you thought would fit nice on your skin. You had placed a few items into your cart. Your eyes drifted to the total and your chest practically started hurting the moment you saw it. It came out to $157.67. Part of you wasn’t so sure if you should ask Koko. It was his money, and you would always feel bad whenever any friend or family member spent money on you. You knew you wouldn’t have to give Koko a single cent back, but what would he say? There was a chance he would laugh at you and say no to the offer. It would piss you off, yes, but that thought was lingering in the back of your mind. You hesitated to send him the message with the total, but you eventually pressed send and left your phone to sit and wait. Your heart was racing so fast that you thought you would have had a heart attack back then. 

Within minutes, you received a reply, and his response made shivers ghost down your spine.

Koko: send me a video of you fingering yourself <3 and send me the link afterwards

After a long while of internal panic, you eventually sent Koko the video. There was silence for a little while on his end. You hoped that he didn’t somehow block you or he just lied to get what he wanted. There was a chance Koko had completely set you up, and he was going to steal the video for his own personal benefit. God, you prayed that wasn’t the case. 

Though, after ten minutes, Koko replied with a screenshot of your order. He also praised you for what you had sent him. He claimed you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes upon, and those comments made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. For a man who was only supposed to be your sugar daddy, he seemingly had a lot to say about your appearance. You weren’t complaining about that factor, though. You would have much rather had him commenting on that than being a weird creep asking for more. He was gladly proving himself as a respectable man, and you had gotten a new present out of it. You were very satisfied with that, and all of those worries that had you anxious disappeared once he shared that he had purchased your makeup. 

You frequently sent nudes to Koko for whatever you wanted. You began receiving many gifts and random packages that filled your room quicker than you had expected. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say that Koko was spoiling you rotten with his money. He didn’t seem to have much of a problem with that either. Any time you would protest, he would shut you up by sending you random payments. You could never argue with him either. He was quite stubborn at times. 

Eventually, there came a point where you both desired to meet one another.

He planned a nice date for you two. He offered to pick you up and he even proposed the idea of taking you shopping afterwards. If you didn’t have extra studying to do, you would have taken the opportunity to go and buy some things with him. However, you declined due to your own personal things. You were very nervous to meet him. This would be the first time you saw him in person, but you had this urge to finally see the man who had been giving you money. You were all over the place when the evening arrived. When he messaged you that he was outside, you almost completely chickened out and told him you didn’t want to anymore. However, with the help of your friends and your roommate, you were able to face Kokonoi Hajime in all of his glory. 

You didn’t expect to see such a fine man, but what you weren’t expecting the most was sleeping with him that night.

The dinner had gone quite well between you both. Koko was polite, handsome, and overall a gentleman with you. The place you went to was divine and you would have never expected you would have eaten at such a great restaurant. 

Things quickly changed once the two of you had gotten into Koko’s expensive BMW. The atmosphere had shifted and there was this ache that formed between your legs. It could have been the aroma of his luxurious cologne, or the way he gripped the steering wheel as he drove. It honestly felt like this man had casted a spell on you. You just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him at the red light. One thing led to another, and you ended up in Koko’s high rise apartment with your legs thrown over his shoulders. The sex you both indulged in was like no other. Koko wasn’t anything like those lame college guys you hooked up with. He showed you what it was like to actually fuck someone, and it only left you craving more of your sugar daddy. He worked wonders on your body, and he knew exactly where to touch you to have you melting within his grasp. You only craved more of him as the days went on, and eventually, you two started seeing one another more often. 

Whether it was giving him a blowjob for a new pair of heels, or letting him eat your pussy until you made a mess on his face, Koko was intoxicating and you only wanted him at the end of the night. 

You chewed on your bottom lip at Koko’s contact. You had no idea if the man was still awake at this dead hour. However, you decided to snap a photo of your total and message your sugar daddy. If he didn’t see it at that hour, he would probably see it the next morning and decide what to do. 

You: koko, i want these

You: [image]

You clicked your phone off and sat there for a few minutes. There was silence from your phone, so it was just a waiting game. You hoped he was awake but you weren’t forcing a response right away. You were very patient with him. Koko had a busy lifestyle, so it was understandable if he was exhausted after a long day. 

Those thoughts you had were interrupted by the vibration of your cell phone. You reached for it and was surprised to see that Koko had texted you back. 

Koko: for sure baby

Koko: you better let me pick you up 🤍 that price is high 

Your eyes grew wide at his request. It was late, very late. Your roommate was asleep in her bed already and you technically weren’t supposed to be wandering campus at that hour. Sneaking out wouldn’t be that difficult, but knowing how Koko was in bed, you knew you wouldn’t be home the next morning. Usually, you would decline and say no, but you hadn’t seen Koko at all much recently. Not gonna lie, you needed your fix of him and you wanted to see his handsome face. It wasn’t like you could message him randomly to fuck. He probably wasn’t into something like that. 

You: okay

You: atp i deserve your debit card 🙄

You were joking when you sent that reply, but you brushed that aside to go and prepare yourself for what was to come. Koko didn’t live very far from your university. He worked in the city which was not a far drive from campus, but you hardly drove there unless you absolutely had to. Koko also would pick you up. He honestly considered you his little passenger princess because of how often he would come and get you. He always picked you up in a different vehicle, though. Sometimes, he would let you pick the car he would drive you around in. It was such a luxury being Koko’s sugar baby. You couldn’t ask for anyone better.

You paused in your motions when your phone vibrated again. You grabbed it off of your bed and stared at the new text messages Koko had sent to you. 

Koko: my debit card? you really want that baby?

Your eyes widened at his reply. As much as you wanted to say no, having his card on you would give you easier access to getting the things you wanted without having to wait. 

You: i was kidding haha

Koko: i’m serious

Koko: do you want it? i don’t mind handing it over

Shock coursed through your veins at his reply. You said that as a joke, yet he sounded incredibly serious about it. You could never take Koko’s debit card like that. He often told you he had many due to having such an incredible amount of funds, but having one sounded dangerous. Though, it sounded like such a great idea. 

You: really??

Koko: yes princess

Koko: but that’s a serious trade.. if you want it you know you’ll have to pay up.

You knew full well that’s how the deal worked. He wouldn’t give away something unless there was a price at hand, which was understandable. You wondered what that might be. Koko could make sex more intense depending on the price of the item you desired. Usually, anything above two hundred was always going to involve a meet up. Whether it was just oral sex, or actual fucking. You fully assumed now that Koko was going to ask to meet up. You had no issue with that, of course, but the thrill of the situation made your thighs clench together. He was a man full of surprises. He showed you things in sex that no other man was capable of, so this could be a situation you would never forget. 

You began typing a response to the man. It was already nearly two o’clock in the morning, so you had to make a decision quickly. 

You: okay, i want your debit card koko

Sending that message was the reason you were in the situation you found yourself in now. You should have expected Koko to be the person he was, but you hadn’t expected him to pull over into a parking lot after he picked you up. You were in the backseat of his Mercedes with your thighs spread apart and his face deep between them. His tongue was buried into your pretty cunt that he had been wanting to taste for the last two weeks. Fuck, he missed you so much. He never could properly admit it out loud, but Koko wanted to see you more often than he should. You were always engraved in his mind at work. He would often fight with himself on sending you a message about your day, or simply asking what you were up to. He shouldn’t be thinking that way, but you were too difficult to resist.

Your head was lying against the cushion of his seats. Your fingernails tugged and pulled at the strands of Koko’s dual colored hair. One thing about Koko was that his head game was one of the best. He slurped and sucked on your clit with such ease, and it drove you up the wall. There was nobody else that could make you feel the way Koko made you feel. “K-Koko..! Ah.. yes! Right there!” you wiggled your hips upwards to gain more traction against his tongue. You were getting lost within him. All you could think about was him and only him.

The man shifted his eyes up at you. His pupils were slightly dilated from lust, and the pure sight of you made him only more turned on. Koko honestly couldn’t believe that such a fine woman like you ever gave him the time of day. You were perfect in every aspect. He couldn’t ever imagine himself involving another woman, but you. He honestly wondered if you felt the same way about him. In some ways, he hoped that deep down you did. Koko liked to believe that he gave you it all. He spoiled you rotten with his money and gave you all the sex you desired. He didn’t care what it might be. He would do anything for his precious sugar baby. “Yeah..? That feel good, baby girl? Heh.. you always taste as good as you look.” he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit that was swollen. You were a dripping mess when he took your panties off. It was amazing what he could do to you in just a matter of minutes. His presence alone winded you up.

He then attacked your cunt once again. His tongue swiped over your sensitive bud, earning several sharp gasps from your lips. He lapped up any slick that appeared on your pussy. He was practically eating you like you were his last meal. Koko was making you feel like you were on fire. His actions were the very thing igniting that spark within you. He could only smirk at the delightful noises that were slipping from your throat. He could listen to you like a song on repeat. 

Koko’s cock was aching inside his sweatpants. It was taking all of his strength to not completely ravage you, but that need was there. He was begging to be freed from his boxers that felt like they were closing in on him. Koko’s hold on your thighs tightened and his tongue began to move quicker, sending bolts of electricity along your abdomen from the pleasure. Your breathing had become quite heavy and your hold on his hair had tightened. He could tell that you were absolutely enjoying yourself right now. It only stroked that ego he had deep within him. He averted his gaze for a brief moment to stare at your stunning features that were twisted with pleasure. The expressions on your face made him smirk while he ate you out. He couldn’t wait to be inside of that pussy he loved so much. He craved you more than he would like to admit. Sometimes, he would find himself jerking off to your videos or photos you had sent him. His fist never compared to the way your pretty cunt would suck him in.

You were close, so fucking close. Koko could make you cum by just eating you out, which was honestly a talent. The knot inside your belly was tightening with every motion of his tongue. All you sought was that burning desire within yourself. Koko could tell by your body language and your voice that you were about to reach your peak. He wasn’t ready for you to cum yet. He wanted you to be wound up just a bit more before he’d allow that to occur. Plus, you were only ever allowed to cum on his cock.

Koko then retracted himself away from your cunt. A mix of his spit and your slick covered his chin, to which he wiped off with his hand. You whined at the loss of contact, and the denial of your orgasm. He could be so unfair sometimes with you. “Koko.. I need you..” you took his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together. 

He could see the desperation in your eyes, and in your voice. Koko then kissed your palm and smiled at you with those nice teeth of his. He thought you were so cute like that. All whiny and needy for him to be inside of you. He wasn’t going to let you wait any longer, because as much as it sounded selfish, he wanted to fuck you too. It had been far too long since the man had played with his favorite girl. He missed you more than anything else, and all he wanted was your presence near him. “I’m here, baby.. don’t you worry.” he then leaned down towards your lips, pressing a small kiss onto you. It was sweet, and tender.

Koko pulled away after a few seconds. He then began to untie the loops of his sweatpants, pulling them downward so he could free his cock that had been aching to be freed since he took you into the backseat. Some pre-cum leaked from the tip, which he wiped off with his thumb. He tossed them somewhere in the front seat and plopped down in one of the seats. He motioned for you to come towards him. “Come here..” he patted his lap, eyeing you like you were his prized possession. 

You sat up, maneuvering yourself onto his lap so both of your thighs were on either side of him. Koko’s hands settled on your waist, taking in the touch of your soft skin. He could never get enough of how delicate you felt underneath his fingertips. It was like he was touching flower petals, silky and smooth. You were the prettiest one in the garden though. Koko positioned himself at your soaked entrance. He glided his tip against your folds, causing you to softly moan from the friction. You were so fucking wet. He loved seeing what he was able to do to your body. Seeing you up above him made his heart swell with warmth. You were like a goddess in his hands. He couldn’t believe that someone like you wasn’t in a relationship, or at least talking with someone. You deserved love. 

Could he be the one to grant that?

After some small teasing of your slit, he pushed himself inside your pussy. The two of you let out noises at the contact. Your hands squeezed at Koko’s shoulders, holding onto him as he guided your hips onto his cock. You were so tight. You hugged his dick so well that he could almost moan from how great it was. He never got tired of how your cunt felt. “Koko..! So big.. fuck..” you looked down at his shaft that was filling you up and stretching you to almost your limit. He was big, probably the biggest you’ve ever taken.

Once he was fully bottomed out, he began to thrust into your cunt. The angle was just perfect for him. Your tits were practically in his face, and every little movement caused them to bounce. If he could, he would tape every single moment of your sexual encounters. He could watch them like movies and be able to recall every little detail. Koko groaned at how nicely you sucked his cock in. He held your hips firmly and would occasionally squeeze the plush of your ass. You were just too fucking good. He never was exhausted of fucking your brains out. You were completely in utter bliss. This felt much different than before. You weren’t sure why. You assumed that maybe it was because you were both fucking in his car or maybe because you hadn’t seen Koko in weeks, but that didn’t matter. All you could focus on was the gorgeous man who was buried into your guts right now.

Koko’s pace began to increase. He found it much harder to hold back now. He had these urges that needed to be released, and after all, you were going to earn his debit card once this was all set and done. He wanted to fuck you so good that any time you stared at it you would remember what he made you feel that night. “Fuck.. so good, baby.. takin’ my cock so well. You’re such a good girl..” he gritted his teeth. “You’re my good girl, yeah? Tell me baby..” 

You stared into his lustful eyes. The pleasure in your gut was so good that you were beginning to lose focus on the situation. He was grabbing and touching you in all the right spots that made you like putty in his hands. “Mmph! Yes.. ah! Yes, Koko..” you whined, pressing your forehead against his. 

The heat inside of the car began to gradually increase from your actions. Sweat was clinging to your skin, and some of Koko’s hair was sticking to his forehead. Neither of you gave much care to that fact, because you were too lost in the moment to even think about that. Koko couldn’t help but stare at you. Your pretty face was all contorted with euphoria and your gorgeous body was so smooth within his hands. He couldn’t think of a greater image. He knew the night he fucked you for the first time that he wanted to see you again. He didn’t want someone like you to slip through his fingers, so that’s why he continued to pursue you. There was so much to like about you beyond the sex. Your personality, your smile, that beautiful laugh. He could name so much more, but it’d take him years to finish. He knew it wasn’t right. Thinking of his sugar baby as something more, but he couldn’t help himself. You were a drug he couldn’t stop coming back to.

Koko’s hand went to wrap around your throat, keeping your head in place so you made eye contact with him. He squeezed slightly, blocking some of the air from entering your lungs. Your nails scratched into his skin from the lack of oxygen. “Shit.. so fucking good f’me..” he looked into your cloudy eyes. “Fuck.. you like being my slut..? Whoring yourself out for my money.. fuck, I love spoilin’ you, princess..”

All you could do was nod and let out a small whine. He then released your throat and smiled to himself at your reaction. He knew no matter what you would always love spending his money on shit you wanted. He didn’t care how much it was either. He loved what was to come before the purchases. Though, the after made him even happier. Seeing your smiling face when he buys you gifts makes all the darkness in his day disappear. “K-Koko..” you leaned your head downwards so it was now buried into his shoulder. “Fuck.. love being y-your slut!”

Koko couldn’t hide the smirk that had written itself on his features. Of course you loved it. You always slithered back to him and that’s exactly how he knew. He decided to speed things up and begin fucking you at such a rough pace. His tip rapidly pressed against your g-spot, making white stars appear in your vision from how intense it was. 

It was moment’s like this where Koko didn’t want the night to end. He wished he could fuck you like this all of the time, but that only happened whenever you needed something. That was the deal, after all. He didn’t want to overstep your boundaries and possibly cause problems in your agreement. Koko had his urges, though. He wanted to randomly arrive at your place and just have you all to himself with no sort of item being the sole reason why. It sounded selfish, he was well aware of that, but you were the first girl to ever want to see him for a date rather than just a hookup. Sure, sugar daddies often treated their sugar babies to dates at divine restaurants, but to Koko that was something special. He knew that you probably thought of it as something common, but he never did that with just anyone he came across. Dates, sex, money, all of those things could make Koko easily attached to somebody else. Despite his brain telling him not to, he wanted you. 

He wanted you all to himself. 

He knew thinking such a thing was wrong, but the thought of someone else spoiling you with their money angered him. Seeing your body in all its glory and only toying with you made him want to go after whoever that might be. He was the only one who should be giving you the things you wanted. He should be the only one pounding your pussy until you’re almost squirting onto his cock from how great it is. You were his sugar baby. You shouldn’t rely on any other man but him to give you what you need. 

Koko reached forward to hold your face with his one hand, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were half-lidded and you had this gorgeous fucked out expression on your features. His eyes flickered from your face then towards those glossy lips. “You’re mine.. right, princess?” No one is better than me..” his voice was deep and sort of hoarse from how much he had been groaning and grunting. 

Your walls quivered around his cock, earning a breathy chuckle from Koko. He didn’t think you would have such a reaction, but it turned him on so much. You liked when Koko was possessive over you. He had no idea, but he was for sure going to use that to his advantage. You were making such a mess on his dick too. “Y-Yes, Koko! All yours.. ah!” you nodded your head vigorously at his question. You only desired more from the man. He was making you feel things that nobody else has ever made you feel. 

Your orgasm was creeping up on you. The pool of heat inside your gut was reaching its boiling point, making you all the more needy for Koko. He could feel your walls clenching and closing around his cock, making his own pleasure increase from how tight you felt. His favorite part was watching you reach your high, because your reactions were just so sexy. He loved making you cum like the little slut you were for him. His hands gripped your hips tightly, allowing him to fuck himself upwards into you at that same pace that would send your mind into a frenzy. He was abusing your g-spot only allowing his name to slip from your plump lips. His balls were smacking against your puffy clit, making all kinds of lewd noises inside of the car.

Koko leaned in and captured your lips onto his. A sloppy kiss erupted between the two of you. He swallowed down any moans that came from your throat. He almost chuckled again when he felt you struggling to kiss him back. You were both chasing your releases, becoming so desperate for one another. Koko almost bit down on your lip from how close he was, but he refrained and pulled away. “Gonna cum..? C’mon, baby, cum on my fucking cock..” he leaned towards your ear, nibbling on your skin. “Shiittt, ‘m gonna cum inside this p-pretty cunt, pretty thing.”

You let out a cry of pleasure as soon as that knot snapped. Your orgasm hit you hard. Your whole body trembled and shook, sending shivers down your spine. Koko squeezed your hips hard enough to leave bruises when he reached his own climax. The way your pussy spasmed and clamped down on him made his high come faster than he had expected. His cum filled your walls, creating a mess that consisted of your arousal and his around his cock to make it seem white. 

You let yourself slump onto his body. The two of you panted, trying to recover from your orgasms. A layer of fog had blanketed the window and both of you were quite messy. Koko rested his arm around your waist, placing his chin atop of your head. In all honesty, he didn’t want to let you go home yet. He wanted to sit there for a few minutes just bathing in your embrace, because he knew the moment you went home he would go back into his empty bed and imagine you lying beside him in his sheets. He also feared possibly staining the seats of his car by pulling out, so he decided to just keep himself inside you for a little while. Neither of you had anywhere to be at that moment. 

There was a comfortable silence that surrounded you. It was broken when Koko cleared his throat and reached for his wallet that was in the pocket of his sweatpants he had discarded earlier. He opened it and removed his debit card from the many spots he had in his wallet. He also reached into it and pulled out several one hundred dollar bills. “This is for you, baby.” he then reached under your shirt and shoved the bills into your bra. He also slid his debit card along with the cash. You were surprised to see him put them there, but it was Koko of all people. He always had the ability to catch you off guard.

You looked down at Koko. You seemed quite tired and he could sense it from your lazy body language. You were so cute when you were sleepy. “Thank you, Koko..” you touched his cheeks with your hands, rubbing your thumbs against his skin. A smile made its way onto your features from his gesture.

He pecked your lips, bringing your body closer to his. Your touch made him melt from how warm it was. “Anything for you..” he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your natural scent. His mind only thought of you for the rest of the evening. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, you would see him as someone more than just your sugar daddy.

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[jamneuromain]

Straight-A Student

Andy Barber x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, a lil angst?, Alternate Universe - College / University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor!Andy Barber, Student!Reader, Student!You, Pet Names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, sweet thing), Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, spanking, talking about Dom/Sub, implied Dom/Sub, authority kink, choking if you squint, possessive Andy Barber, rough sex

Word count: 3k

Summary: You argue with Andy, during your ninth date.

A/N: Part of the conversation came up by @rogerswifesblog <3

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

“Hey,” Andy breaks your kiss, lips tracing your forehead, muttering your name. He is panting because of the passionate kiss you shared, “… I should probably drive you home.”

You wish you could contain your anger. You really wish you could.

“What the HELL, Andy?” You snap, swatting away his arm around your waist, “WHAT THE HELL?”

To be fair, you have every reason to be angry with him.

This is the third time when he pushes you away during a heated kiss, either saying ridiculous shit about “driving you home” or waving you goodbye in front of your apartment.

This is the ninth date! NINE fucking dates and two months. That’s where you are, kissing.

And only kissing plus something PG-13.

“Is there something wrong with me? Or…” something’s wrong with Andy, but you didn’t say that out loud, “are we a thing?” You ask, unable to understand why the second before sex he’ll push you away, “why’d you do that?”

Of all the boys you’ve dated, no one made it past the fourth date and still didn’t mention sex.

Apart from Andy, apparently, who is not just any “boy”.

No, he is your fucking professor from last semester. And since classes are over, one encounter in the pub turns into more, which turns into dates, which turns you head over heels for him, which leads you to this precise moment.

Andy tries to hold your hand. Judging by your hurt expression, he lowers his palm to your knees. “N-No! I mean we’re…There’s nothing wrong with you.” He licks his lips, stuttering to explain.

“Then what the hell Andy? I like you and want to have sex with you.” You sigh in frustration, looking down at the short sundress barely covering half your thigh.

It is a cute sundress, light blue, with white daisies patterns. You choose this dress tonight with sex in mind-why else would he ask you to come to his house “for dinner”?

Now you despise your own interpretation of his invitation.

“For dinner” actually means “dinner” and no sex.

Har Har. Joke’s on you.

Andy massages your bare skin with his palm gently. He doesn’t even attempt his hands to go a bit higher under your dress, only warming your knees with his hand. “It’s not you-please,” he trips over his words, “I-I like you too, it’s just…”

You’ve had enough, “one last chance, Andy, or I’m walking out of this door.”

You set a ten-second countdown silently.

Nine.

Eight.

What’s the worse that could happen? He has erectile dysfunction?

Seven.

He visibly gulps, looking more nervous than before.

Six.

Andy? Nervous?

Five.

Four.

Looks like you are walking out of that door after all. You glance at your handbag, planning for an exit.

Three.

Brilliant. You will never date anyone older than you ever again.

Two.

You are only making yourself look bad by pushing him.

One.

Great.

“I-” “I have… needs.” You and Andy speak simultaneously. His voice lower, hesitant. He realizes he’s cutting off your words, mumbling a quiet “sorry”.

You are perplexed, to say the least. “Needs…? Sure. What needs?”

Andy looks like a balloon, full of air a minute ago when you were kissing, but now, the air drained, “I… I like to be dominant during sex. I like,” he swallows a lump down his throat, unable to meet your eyes, “holding my partner still, I like telling them what to do.”

The words are weighing him down, instead of up. The more he speaks, the more his heart dies.

“I like going rough. Leave marks on them. Bruises.”

Every sentence feels like torture.

“I want to discipline my partner.” The proper word is, “…spanking. I want control.” He winces.

Silence.

He knows he is going to regret it by the morning, when the headline of the university news would be “Professor Andy Barber, A Sadist in Life AND Sex”.

You are completely awe-struck for a minute.

You weren’t expecting this.

Not even a little.

But damn didn’t what he confessed make you feel things.

Good things.

First, you need to make this clear, “you are into BDSM … stuff?”

“Dom/Sub and bondage. Yes.”

More silence.

He is ruined.

He is completely over.

He messed up the chance with you.

Andy buries his face in his hands, hoping it could make things easier if he doesn’t see you walk away.

“Spanking, as if, the kind of spanking we get as a kid?” You swallow thickly, feeling your pussy clench with his response.

“Yes.”

It takes your whole body not to shake at his words.

“Can we… umm, try that?” You whisper.

Andy raises his head from his palms, turning to look at you, “I’m sorry?”

This must be a dream.

He is dreaming.

He pinches his wrist to make sure he is in the real world.

A sharp pain nearly has him yelp.

For Christ’s sake, you are asking him to spank you.

He returns your question with another, “you tried spanking before?”

Honestly? No.

You’ve had sex before, that’s for sure. Plain vanilla. Sometimes you have to fake your own orgasm to protect their fragile ego.

There’s nothing wrong with vanilla. It’s fine. It’s only a bit dull. Like there’s something missing. Something you’ve read about, “la petite mort”, dying a little. You’ve always wondered what’s it like.

No, you have never tried spanking before. But your unsettling heartbeat in your ears tells you it might be the solution to what you are looking forward to. To be put down. Maybe a little fight and struggle. To be taken.

“No, but I want to give it a shot.” You admit shyly. You blush from head to toe. The air in his apartment suffocating you. Heating you. Wrapping a hand around your neck – no, wait, that’s Andy. Andy caresses your jawline with his thumb, his blue eyes blown wide, and he nods, “before we get anything started, you need a safe word. It can’t be ‘no’ or ‘stop’, that could confuse me with you actually wearing out. Pick something short and irrelevant to sex. When you say it, it means a full stop to whatever I’m doing. Something you can remember and pronounce clearly. Something like fruit? Apple?”

“Yeah, apple sounds good.”

“Okay.” He pecks your lips, then orders you with a soft voice, “lie across my lap. On your stomach.”

He holds on to your shoulder to help you lie down. His jeans feel rough, even with a thin piece of dress between your body and his.

You don’t know where to put your arms, when he rubs the back of your neck and tells you to get comfortable.

You put your arms above your head, touching the soft material of the couch.

He moves your body slightly, for your ass to perch up.

“It’s all about relaxing.” He runs a hand down your bare thigh, warming the cool skin under his palm. He explains calmly what he is going to do, when the muscles on your waist are no longer tense, and your body gains a rhythmic speed of breathing, “I’m going to spank you ten times. Start with a small swat, and I will go harder. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes.” You reply shakily.

“Shhh. Don’t be scared, sweet thing.” He lands a kiss on your spine, his hand still massaging your thighs, his other hand spread over your upper back, giving you the soothing warm you need, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you can always safe word when it’s too much.”

Your body melts to his touch.

“One more thing.” He mutters, “could you be a good girl for me and count your spanking?”

The first slap is nothing more than a small pat on your right cheek. Even so, you count as he asked you to: “One.”

“One, Sir.” He corrects you, flipping the thin piece of dress to your waist as you unmistakably feel his shaft hardens under your soft stomach.

Bet he didn’t see your black lacy panties coming, huh?

“One, Sir.” You repeat what he says, biting your lower lip to stiffen a giggle.

The next blow comes harder to your bare flesh. A smack with no actual force. There’s not even a sting.

“Two, Sir.” You breathe steadily as he trails his left hand up and down your spine.

Somehow, you know the next blow is a real spanking instead of the last two playful swats.

A patch of sting blooms on your right cheek when he lands the third smack, dissipating quickly into your skin.

You let out a small squeal, “three, Sir.”

Your clit is aching for some touch. You press your thighs together for some comfort, but he stops your squirming with a warning pinch on your thigh.

“None of that.” He tuts, a hint of dominance in his voice, “getting needy, are you?”

Your whimper turns into another squeal when the fourth smack meets your cheek. The sting leaves for a longer period of time, still not truly painful.

“I asked you a question. I expect you to answer, sweetheart.” Andy squeezes your cheek with his fingers, kneading your ass as the pain grows fainter.

You grab onto the smooth sofa surface. The tinge of pain blooms into your wetness down your core. You crave something more at your entrance. Something stronger. Something harder.

“Four, Sir. Yes, Sir.” Your face flushed-red, abashed by your confession.

You yelp as the final blow to your right cheek paint your ass pink, even only for a couple of seconds. You forget all about counting his smacks as the buzz of pleasure leaves your body. Andy’s palm massages your tender skin slowly, turning you around to face him, “is that too tense for you, sweet girl?” His eyes nothing short of worry and concern, cerulean blue orbs filled with warmth.

His action speaks more than his words: Did he hurt you? Does he need to stop? Do you need to safe word?

“No. I’m good.” A shy smile hanging on the corner of your lips, “Sir.”

Andy closes his eyes and groans, “you’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart.”

He flips you over with one fluid motion, delivering the next five smacks on your ass as promised. He watches as your skin blooms with pink traces of his spanking, clenching his teeth when you count each one. His cock strained in his boxers, painfully hard. He wants to paint your pink ass with his cum, the milky substance drips down your thigh, making a mess on…

“Can I have some more… Sir?” You look over your shoulders, lifting your body from his lap slightly, “a little harder, maybe?” You chew on your lower lip, in anticipation of his answer.

You crave more, after your spanks. His blows are not enough. You want his hands to come down just a little harder. And deep down, you can tell he is still holding back. Probably because he’s afraid of scaring you.

Yet you want it.

You want him behind this façade. You want him for all he is. You want to see the worst he can do to you.

You are so excited about his unfiltered dominance.

Andy chokes on your request, but huffs out a laugh.

They were married for ten years, and Laurie refused his dominance for ten years.

Laurie never wanted any of this. Laurie never liked any of this. Laurie thought BDSM was sick.

Not like young people saying skateboards and weed kind of “sick”.

The other kind.

The bad kind.

So, he hid that side of him away from her, tucked it into a dark corner in his mind, locked it, and threw away the key.

While you.

You found the key.

You unleashed the beast inside him.

Feeding it more of your given-up control.

He nudges your elbow to have you lie back in place, and mutters, “since you’ve asked so nicely… three each. Be a good girl and remind me of your safe word, will you?”

“Apple.”

“God you’re perfect.” He combs your hair to the side, rubbing circles on your back, planting a small kiss on your lower waist.

A loud smack has your body spasm, your nails bite into your palm, and you wince for the first time.

This is exactly what you need. What you want. What you crave.

“One, Sir.”

The sharp pain spreads with the numbing sensation. The shade of dark pink stays on your skin. Pain blend into pleasure, shooting sparks down your core. Andy kneads your ass until it doesn’t hurt anymore, which is only a matter of seconds.

Smack.

“Two, Sir.”

He could see the palmprint, covering the previous spank, leaving a beautiful pink imprint. He doesn’t wait to deliver the third blow.

“Ah-Three, Sir.”

Your ass is numb. Smack overlapping smack is both pleasure and torture to your delicate skin.

Three more smacks on your other cheek, and you know your core is leaking. The wet patch of lace clings to your soaking pussy, making you want to squirm.

“Fuck.” He pulls you close to sit on his lap, devouring you in a searing kiss, “fuck, you’re so good for me baby.” Andy rests his forehead with yours. Your pussy grinds over his bulge, when his hand kneads your ass. “I want you, Andy,” you moan into his mouth, your lips burning for his beard, but that’s what you want, “I want you, Sir. Please.”

Succumbing to his needs. Succumbing to his wish.

He makes it all so easy.

He makes you thirsty for more.

Andy wants to take you, right here, right now.

Rip you to pieces just to put you back together.

But no. The Couch isn’t the nicest place to take you.

“Bed.” He pants into your hair, kissing your temple, “bedroom.”

A tangled mess of limbs, groping, and kissing brings the both of you to his bed.

You are out of the restraints of your clothes in no time, eager to pull him down for more kisses, dragging him down, grasping the base of his neck, clawing his back.

Even if you are occupied with his kisses, your hands tell you all about his body.

He is built. Strong. Muscles flex under your touch. He has pecs, but you don’t bother counting them with your fingers, reaching for his shaft. Pumping it in your hand.

His thick girth twitches, oozing pre-cum, damping your palm, when he looks you in the eyes. Lip swollen, pupils blown, Andy gazes into your eyes, breathing out one single thing: ”Safe word?”

“I’m good. No need.” You giggle to pull him to your lips again, when he flips you over single-handedly, his shaft pressing against your ass. The pink shade on your skin long gone.

He puts a condom on, before covering your body with his, your back to his chest, “fuck, I want to spank your ass sore till you can’t sit on a damn chair without thinking about me.” He pushes himself into your tight channel entirely, hissing, groaning, kissing your shoulder and neck.

It is a fucking dream come true.

You pinned under his large frame, taken, fucked. Fisting the sheets, the pillows, his arm, his bicep. Your hips arched up, being pounded into. His balls smacking your clit. His hand sneaks around your throat, holding your chin so he can kiss your neck easier. His other hand holding your waist, gripping so hard it might bruise.

He doesn’t care.

No, he cares. He wants bruises. He wants you sore. He wants you pumped full of cum.

Slick runs down your thighs, gushes out of your pussy.

You have never been fucked this hard.

Tears slide down your cheeks, dampen your hairline, as you are being rutted into. His tip brushes your cervix. Ramming you into the mattress.

Rearranging your guts.

“Jesus. Fuuuck-” You moan into the sheets – his hand when he starts losing grip. When your bodies are slick with sweat. When his hand slide to your chin.

You didn’t mean to dart out your tongue, but you taste the salty sweat in his palm. Engulfed in his cologne.

You suck on his finger. His thumb, to be precise. Toying it with your tongue and swollen lips. Biting it when he rams into you.

He sputters a curse, “fuck, you’re trouble.”

Andy smears your saliva on your lips and your chin, pulling out his thumb so that he could hear your moans and whimpers, “poor pussy will be ruined tomorrow.” He rasps into your ear, “tell me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“You, Andy.” You choke on a scream, “you. Sir. Professor. You.”

He rams into you harder every time you squeak a new word for him, for all of him.

He bites your shoulder and rubs harshly on your clit, his dick twitching, cumming, shooting ropes of cum into the thin piece of rubber. Your walls pulsate. Creaming his dick. White hot pleasure burns to the very tip of your nerves.

He quickly throws away the condom before climbing back onto the bed with you. Panting. Breathing rapidly. Having an arm around your shoulders as you flip yourself over on your back.

“You did great, baby.” He murmurs to your hair, kissing the top of your head. He knows it probably doesn’t bother you anymore, but he has to ask, “does your ass still hurt?”

“No.” You rub your chin on his bicep, looking into his warm blue eyes, “not bad yourself, Professor Barber.” You smirk, teasing him a little, “you make a great teacher. Even outside of class.”

He chuckles at your words, capturing your wandering hand for a kiss, “well, I’d give you a B+ or even an A. Though we should probably work on your-”

You smack his arm, “ANDY!”

“OH, okay. B then, for your attitude.” He raises his brows to your “challenge”, earning another playful smack.

You push yourself up on your elbow, hogging most of the sheet because he annoys you, “is there any chance to…” your fingers circle his chest in a seductive way, “I don’t know… argue my marks?”

Andy pulls you down for a kiss, grinning in contentment with you in his arms, “lemme see your efforts. Perhaps I’ll change my mind for my favorite straight-A student.”

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[stvrni0lo]

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort)

summary: reader gets stood up on a date, but Matt comes and saves the day

warnings/notes: like one use of Y/N

requested?: yes! number 7 “a telling b they deserve better” and number 24 “if only you could see yourself how i see you" from my actions and dialogue prompt list

> > >

You had been waiting for your date to arrive at your agreed meet-up spot. The dress you wore revealed your legs to the cold air and you pulled it down for the 10th time this night.

Pulling your phone out again, you texted them one more time. There was a myriad of messages from you stemming from “where are you?” to “are you coming?” and even a series of not so nice words.

To be fair you had been waiting for almost an hour and there was still no sign of your date.

Sighing, you clicked on Matt’s contact, listening to it ring before he finally picked up.

“Hey, you okay?”

You picked at the skin of your nails, feeling defeated.

“Not really. I think I just got stood up,” you said dejectedly, your head hanging low.

You could hear Matt sigh, before you heard the sound of him getting off what you presumed was the couch. Hearing his keys jingling, he was in his car in less than a split second.

“I’m on my way - stay where you are,” and with that, he ended the call.

You felt so stupid. You should’ve known something was wrong when Matt pointed out some of the strange stuff your date was doing…

- - -

Matt opened the passenger door for you, smiling as you let out a laugh of disbelief.

“You’re not the one taking me out, remember?” you joked. Although you wished it was him. You had always wanted it to be him - but neither of you ever made a move. You weren’t even sure if he liked you like that.

‘Maybe he does,’ you thought to yourself. Shaking your head you let the idea go.

You had spent too much time pining for him. It was time to move on - which is precisely the reason that you agreed to go on this date.

“I might as well be. I’m the one driving you aren’t I?” he retorted. You knew Matt wasn’t too fond of the person you were going out with, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

You chalked it up to him being upset that your date didn’t pick you up themselves. Although you personally didn’t care, Matt had said it was a red flag that they didn’t confirm your date this morning - AND refused to pick you up.

You should’ve listened to him.

- - -

Matt’s car halted in front of you, and you could see him leaning against the console to open the door for you.

You hopped into the seat, deflating against the headrest as you clicked your seatbelt in. You thew your handbag in the back seat.

“What happened?” asked Matt carefully.

He could sense you were upset, so he didn’t feel like saying ‘I told you so’. In truth, he just wished he was the one taking you out, but he could never seem to bring himself to ask you. The fear of it being too awkward and ruining your friendship was a big factor in why he never made a move.

“They never showed up,” you mumbled against the window. Your head was leaning on the cold glass, your eyes shut.

You lifted your head for a moment, your hand coming to grasp at Matt’s forearm. “Thanks for coming to get me.”

Matt’s cheeks were tinged pink at the contact of your fingers against his exposed skin. If only he had the guts to confess to you.

“You know I always will,” he said.

Putting the car in drive, he began to make his way out of the parking lot. You felt so stupid. It was even worse that Matt had to see you like this; especially after warning you about the date. He was right.

“Matt?” you said, watching as the colours of the sun set reflecting brightly against his pale skin.

He hummed in response, briefly sparing a look at you before paying attention to the road.

“You were right.”

The car was silent for a bit, your words settling in. Of course he was right. He was your best friend, he only wanted what was best for you - why else would he have been so against you going?

“Don’t say that. You couldn’t have known this was going to happen,” he said.

While it was true, he did try to warn you beforehand so you should’ve known.

I mean what kind of date doesn’t pick the other person up? Especially since it was so far away from where you and the triplets lived.

“I should have listened to you,” you replied.

Matt found a quiet spot to park, setting his car off to the side of the road. It was a little car park near a diner. It wasn’t too far off home.

“I was only saying that because-“ Matt paused for a moment, his body swiveling to face you.

“Because what?”

The look he had in his eyes made you heat up. Your heart raced as you looked down at your hands, trying to avoid contact with him. If you stared into his eyes for too long you would make yourself belief that he actually liked you. But he didn’t…right? Although the way he was looking at you said otherwise.

“Because I know you deserve better.”

You scoffed lightly, looking out of the windshield. The sun had almost fully set now, the streetlights gradually turning on one by one.

“I’m serious,” he said, his hand coming to grasp yours. “You deserve someone who sees how special you are - who won’t ghost you or ignore you. Who will treat you like you deserve to be treated.”

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours. His thumb moved back and forth on the top of your hand, gently calming your nerves down.

“I’m not that special,” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

Matt’s eyes softened. He leaned his head down slightly to look into your eyes. Your eyes which were still trained onto anything but him. Lifting your jaw with his free hand, he made you look into his irises for what felt like the first time tonight.

“Oh Y/N, if only you could see yourself the way I do.”

Your heart felt like it skipped several beats. Scratch that, it felt as if it had stopped completely.

His blue eyes were trained on you. His brows furrowed in adoration as he watched you nuzzle into his palm. Your eyes drifted to his as his thumb now caressed your cheek, too.

“And what do I deserve exactly?” you whispered. It would’ve been inaudible if it wasn’t for how silent you both were - or how close your faces were to each other.

Matt’s lips curled into a smile.

“For one, someone who will communicate how they feel.”

Ironic, considering he never had the balls to ask you out.

“So this is me communicating. I like you. I really like you - and seeing you get all dressed up for someone who isn’t me was killing me. I want to be the one to take you out on fancy dates, drive you around. I know your worth, and you should too. Fuck that other guy if he couldn’t see what he was missing out on,” he said.

Your chest filled with warmth upon hearing his words.

You were almost surprised at how coherent it all was. He seemed so confident and sure of what he was saying. Now you felt blind for not seeing it before - of course Matt liked you.

His other hand came to rest on your jaw too, leaving your hands sitting on your lap. Now both his hands were on either side of your face, causing you to not be able to look away.

“Say something.”

Lips lifting into a huge grin, you leaned in slightly.

“If you didn’t want me going on that date you could’ve said so. I’ve been wanting you to ask me out for ages,” you laughed.

His nose nudged yours playfully before leaning his forehead onto yours. Your hands came to wrap behind his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“How about I make that happen, then? Let me take you out, I’ll make up for all our lost time.”

Your eyelashes fluttered against his as you closed your eyes. Matt had always made you feel so relaxed in his presence.

“I’d like that.”

And with those final words, Matt leaned back just an inch so that he could see your face again. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving the sight of them.

“Can I?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

You nodded before pulling him in by his collar. Thank God you got stood up.

- - -

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[wroteclassicaly]

Winter is the bane of your existence, your fingertips prickling with that icy electric as they struggle to lock your door with trembling hands. You’d lost your mismatched gloves in the laundry pile you’ve yet to do, and with your dad coming for supper this weekend, you realized you had to venture out into the arctic rain to get a few things at the store. It’s only a block from your trailer, but the moment you leave the confines of a tin roof that shields you beneath safety on your porch — you wish you would have managed your finances better, to save back some cash to order a pizza instead. Holding onto the railing, your legs tighten to hold you steady, deep black sludge darkening the wood of your steps, covering your half-shoveled walkway. You clutch your Goodwill thrifted handbag, digging out your list and balancing your ink pen between your teeth.

This, of course, has you not looking as you approach your mailbox to start your journey, failing to hear snow pack itself down beneath bike tires. His big feet hit the pedals for all they’re worth, and he lets them slam into the ground to slide, cold instantly soaking through his boots, past his socks, and landing across his toes. He prevents a total collision, but his torso catches you by the shoulder and his arms release his mailbag, crashing into the ground along with your tangled limbs. Your purse goes flying across the road, list destroyed, ink pen a casualty. It takes you a few moments to realize that you’re laying back against his chest, legs wound together, his bike several feet beyond, both of you soaked in muddy rain water and discolored snow, that you pray to god Old lady Tilly’s Pomeranian didn’t piss or shit in.

Everything aches, near that numbing, throbbing process from temperatures. Baron is groaning behind you, fingerless gloves swiping his chocolate tresses from his face. Looks like he forgot his hat today, you note, drinking in his disheveled appearance beneath his patchwork coat (you’re pretty sure he got that thing from a time capsule planted in the 70’s). His green cargo pants are sopping wet, having taken the brunt of the mud, his cheeks are dusted pink, along with his damp mouth and red nose. He’s an absolute treasure, shining everytime you see him, blinding your vision and common sense.

You look down as your skin warms from your realized predicament, almost forgetting about the snow and slush soaking through your pants, and now your panties.

“You okay, doodlebug?” His accented voice is winded, his hands reaching out gently to grasp his own ankle and lift it off of yours. Once your legs are free, he pulls you up with him and that hidden strength he possesses, his coat crunching under rustling fabric.

Your snow boots smack into the watery muck below, one hand held in his massive, gloved palm, the other planting itself on his jacket clad chest. You’re nodding, lifting your chin to face him. “I’m so sorry, Baron. M’ good, I just wasn’t paying attention —“

“You know how many times I’ve done that? Knocked into your mailbox a time or two.” He reaches down beside you to knock his knuckles across several indents in your box’s post. It makes you shiver, cars driving across snowy roads in the distance, a simple backtrack to you both.

Baron clears his deep, wind—coated throat, sniffling softly, taking a few steps behind him to grab up your purse. He brings it to you with an offered hand, starting to protest as you bend to retrieve his overflowing bag. Nothing is ruined, thankfully, and you make a quick exchange, fingers lingering, grazing.

“You’re cold, sweetheart. Should be wearing somethin’ on your hands. Momma used to tell me how fast the weather works against us.”

At the mention of his mother, you note his jostled deflation. You try to lighten his spirits, thanking him for breaking your short fall. “Just grateful we didn’t seem to land on anything special. Like a clockwork present from Mrs. Tilly’s dog.”

It’s comical how his moss-shrouded eyes, kissed beneath luscious lashes — widen in fear. He whispers, just to you, with tendrils of his hair blowing over your nose, tickling, caressing, drifting from your cheekbone, and even nicking your forehead. “Did it, ya know… do its business in there, you think?”

“I considered it within the first seconds, but I think we’re safe.” You’re chuckling, and the next sentence is leaving your mouth before you can stop it. “I think your ass got the brunt of the damage, if we’re being honest.”

He marvels at your language, lips pursing and then they pop, tongue clicking at the roof of his mouth. You start to wonder if you’ve overstepped, but he smirks, the corner of his mouth, tugging in a way that makes you want to kiss him breathless, not missing a beat. “You wanna check it out for me?”

Your brows raise higher on your frozen forehead, and he’s immediately apologetic, manners kicking into overdrive. “No, oh my goodness. Doodlebug, that wasn’t very proper of me when you were just—a—kiddin’ and all.”

His flustered state gives you confidence. “Maybe if you spin real slow. As for checking it out, I’d love to, if I didn’t have to make the store before closing.” You sigh when reality pushes its way in. Here in this park it’s usually Baron that jumpstarts those reserved butterflies, giving you something to always look forward to.

“What are you needin’? I might have it at home.”

“Baron, I don’t want to take anything from you —“

“It’s not takin’ if I offered, now is it?”

He’s slipping his bag over his shoulder and yanking bike by the handlebar off the ground, one hand on his trim waistline.

“Some stuff for supper. Dad is comin’ in this weekend.” Baron’s smile melts you entirely, your energies on high alert. He knows how your lack of relationship with your father affects you. He feels a possessive need to protect. Besides, your pop doesn’t deserve you working yourself into a frenzy over a home cooked meal.

“I got a frozen pizza. I think that’ll do just fine for him.”

He raises a hand off his bike to push his hair back, and then scrambles to replace it, the heavy object almost clattering onto the ground once more.

By god, he’s too cute for his own good.

“Okay.” It’s not one word, but it’s how you say it. Pliant and secure, satiated.

“Okay.” He replies, bashful, toeing his work boot into the ground and swirling it around the slush. “You go on back in and I’ll bring it to ya after my route?”

Your response shocks his flickering gaze into finding you. “Can I walk with you, Bar?”

Because yeah, you sure can…

// Eat me paragraph //

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[priincebutt]

Happy WIP Wednesday to everyone who celebrates!! Thank you to @piratefalls , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @onthewaytosomewhere , and @junebugclaremontdiaz for the early tags! I come to you this Wednesday with a new banner and a lil something something from The Story of Us! I'm really in the home stretches of this fic, in theory, so I'm kinda trying to focus on it right now, perfecting it's final chapters and whatnot. I haven't had muse for a lot lately, trying to change that but you know -- the heart wants what it wants! So without further ado, have a chunky tidbit from Alex's visit to London.

For dinner Henry has a driver pick them up, and as soon as they’re dropped at the front of the restaurant, cameras flash and paparazzi are calling their names. Henry’s jaw ticks, and Alex grabs his hand, squeezing it tightly and pushing through the crowd to reach the host stand. “Someone must have sold our reservation info,” Henry grits out, sighing as he smooths his perfectly coiffed hair away from his face and tugs his sunglasses down from his nose, tucking them into the small black handbag hanging from his arm. “I’ll have to talk to the manager about that, I thought we had an agreement, but I didn’t realize that it's dependent upon who I come here with. James and I had a good rapport with this place.” “Hey, Henry, it’s alright.” Alex tugs Henry to face him and cups his cheeks in his hands. “Let them fucking talk. What does it matter?” Alex sees some of the fire leave Henry’s eyes, and he nods in agreement as he presses a soft kiss to Alex’s lips. “You’re right, of course. I just… wish we could have some privacy is all,” Henry says with a sigh. Thankfully, they’re seated away from the front windows after Henry has a long whispered conversation with the manager, presumably about one of the employees selling their arrival time to the paps. Their waitress seems flustered to be serving Henry Fox, but the manager checks in on them frequently and brings out extra plates of food for them to nibble on as they make their way through three sumptuous courses. Henry feeds Alex pasta off of his fork, and licks wine sauce from the corners of his lips. Alex chases the kisses with rich red wine, the taste of Henry mingling with all the savory flavors of the Italian food, and the night is perfect as they laugh and joke and talk about what this trip means to them. They’ve defined the relationship, but Alex admits with a blush just how much Henry’s come to mean to him. It’s too soon for the ‘L’ bomb, but it hovers between them, ready to be dropped, ready to redefine the relationship again for the best.

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[adrianasunderworld]

💕Gift for a Godmother💕

A valentines drabble of Crowley wanting to get Clara a present.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

💝💝💝

The council was not very helpful. And by council he meant his ward and young cousin he had gone to for an opinion on what to buy for Valentine's Day.

Crowley sat on the living room floor of Ramshackle, his laptop open in front of him on the coffee table,several tabs open to various shopping websites. His coat and hat tossed aside on the nearby chair. He wishes he was better at gift giving. He had known Clara for years, getting her a gift should have been easier than this.

Dreary and Isabelle also sat on the floor, just as perplexed, eating the snacks he brought to bribe them into helping him.

“What about shoes?” Isabelle suggested through a mouth half filled with candy, “She always has the best shoes.”

“ Yes, but what kind?” That had been his first thought. “She buys every pair she wants from all her favorite brands. Everytime I peak at her wishlist it's seems to be after she's already bought them.”

“You mentioned she likes clothes,” Dreary said, “Maybe that? Or accessories, like a handbag.”

“Similar problem,” Dire said as he looked through the tabs of all her favorite shops. There was very few things Clara did not possess. If she didn't, it was not her style at all. He had known her long enough to tell her taste at a glance and somehow that made it all the more difficult to find something just right.

“What do you normally do for Valentine's anyways?” The prefect asked.

“A standard card, and flowers she likes,” Crowley replied, thinking of all the years past. They had been standard gifts, and he never forgot a year. “But I want to do something different this year, even if it's a small gift.”

“But why?” Dreary asked, leaning forward with her chin resting in her hands. Isabelle leaned forward as well. “What changed?”

Suddenly the Headmage felt coming to Ramshackle was a mistake as both girls looked at him expectantly for an answer. He cleared his throat and tried to play it off. “No reason. Just felt doing something different to show my appreciation for my fellow Headmage.”

“Uh huh. Now what's that real reason?” Isabelle replied, clearly not buying a word of it.

“It's ok, Dire. You can tell us.” Dreary said softly.

Crowley knew they would not leave him alone now. He could already picture them in his office pestering to tell. “I just… Want to make it special this year. Nothing big has happened to warrant it I suppose. I simply want to give her something she deserves for a change.”

“Translation: You like her and want to actually shoot your shot.” Isabelle said.

“Not how I would have put it, but in a manner of speaking, yes.”

Dreary seemed excited at this development. “That's sweet! I think this will go well.”

“Before you get your hopes up, I need a gift.”

“Ok well what does she like besides fashion?” Isabelle asked as she grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. “You might be able to narrow it down more if you just make a list.”

“Besides clothing and shoes, she has one of the biggest sweet tooths I think I've ever seen. Especially for pumpkin flavored treats. Pie, coffee, you name it. It's one of the few things she refuses to share. She loves pastel colors. If it comes in a soft pink or blue, she'll take it everytime. Oh, she loves Romance movies and novels. She always insists she doesn't cry at them, but the happy endings always get to her-”

Dreary and Isabelle glanced at each other as Dire rambled on about Headmage Cristalería.

“-and don't even get me started on her and the autumn time-”

“Dire!” Dreary interrupted. “What about hobbies?”

“Hm? Oh she absolutely adores miniatures.”

“Miniatures?” Isabelle asked. “Like dollhouse stuff?”

“Yes, she's always found them cute. But she likes making and getting them for her mice and the pixies of White Ash to enjoy. She also adores her mice. She's told me she's looked after the mice in the school since she was a child, they mean a great deal to her.” As he said it, Dire finally had an idea. “Wait a minute.”

“What?” Dreary leaned over to see what he was looking up and smiled approvingly. “These are adorable.”

Isabelle peeked as well at the screen to look at the online store Dire was scrolling through. “Aw. She'll like these.”

“I hope so.”

***

“Good morning, Prudence.” Clara greeted her assistant as she walked into the main office of the school.

“Good morning, Headmage.” The woman replied with a nod of her head.

“Anything of note this morning?”

“No, but a delivery came for you shortly after I came in. I left it on your desk.”

“Delivery?” Clara asked, trying to think of what it could it could be. “I wasn't expecting any deliveries.”

“It's seems to be a gift, ma'am. The tag said it was from Mr. Crowley of Night Raven.”

“Ah, I see. I'll take a look at it now. Thank you Prudence.” Clara opened the door to her office and was immediately greeted to the sight of a bouquet of white and pink roses in a glass vase on her desk.

She smiled at the sight as she admired the flowers, picking out the card that was addressed to her from it.

Then she noticed the two small boxes as well. One of the mice that was always sniffing around her office seemed rather interested in the smaller box. Opening it, she noticed it had the logo of a bakery she regularly went to, so she was delighted to see it full of her favorite pumpkin cookies inside. She was already thinking of how they would taste with her morning coffee. Before she got ahead of herself, she opened the slightly larger box. In it was a miniature open carriage. Pink with all the intricate little details molded onto the side painted in silver, it's little seats made with a soft white material. Clara thought it was adorable with all its little details. She set it down, the mouse scurried over to it to investigate. Crawling in, the little seat was just the right size for the little creature.

“Is that comfortable, Augusta?” Clara asked as she reached over to pet her.

Augusta the mouse squeaked in approval.

The fae woman chuckle to herself a bit before finally opening the card.

I hope you enjoy these gifts. I wanted you to have something special this year, simply because you deserve it. Happy Valentine's - Dire Crowley

Clara smiled. As obnoxious as Dire was, he knew when to be sweet. She picked up her phone as she sat in her chair, looking at Augusta the mouse drift off to sleep in the tiny carriage.

“Good morning, Clara.”

“Hello, Dire. I just got your gifts.”

“I hope you liked them.”

“I did, I wanted to call and thank you. They're very sweet.”

“I'm glad. Clara, now that I have you on the phone, I hope you'll let me treat you to dinner as well tonight if you're not busy.”

The corner of her lips curled up into a smile. “I'd like that, Dire.”

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #miss yuu #isabelle rosa #dreary crowley #dire crowley #clara cristalería #twst oc x canon

[novankenn]

Coco's Search for a WAIFU or The Purgatory of Jaune

= Six = (Master Chapter List)

Coco was tired, actually more akin to exhausted really. Child Loli Jaune had kept her up until the wee hours wanting attention from Momma Coco. It had almost been too much to handle. The cavity inducing sweetness combined with the extreme need for attention. She was however pleased that she had managed to do it, including getting Jaune to have a shower.

The sun was just starting to rise when Coco had checked the timer on her scroll. There were only a few hours left until Jaune reverted to his true male form. So she made preparations. Pulling a spare t-shirt from her handbag, she folded it and set it beside one of the large fluffy bath towels on the bed across from the one where Jaune slept.

Taking a seat on one of the other beds, she made the decision to stay until the very last minutes of Jaune's transformation. Just in case, the sweet little angel woke up beforehand.

/=/

Jaune awoke with a start in an empty dorm room that was not his team's. It was a couple seconds later that he realized he was completely nude. Blushing furiously, he scrambled about, only finding a fluffy white towel and a plain white t-shirt folded neatly on the bed across from the one he had been in.

The shirt barely fit, from being at least one size too small, and with nothing else he wrapped the towel about his waist. He had no idea what time it was, though by peaking out through the curtain covered windows he thought it was sometime after lunch. After making another search of the room, he found no trace of his scroll.

Jaune: That means I can't call Ren or someone to bring me clothes.

Jaune looked at the door. He was technically clothed, so there was no reason he couldn't make the trip back to his team's dorm. Of course, if no one was in the room, he'd be stuck outside until someone did return. He rubbed his face with his hand as he tried to think of a solution. It came to him in a flash of inspiration.

Jaune: Locker. I have a change of clothes there, and it's under a combination lock, so no need for my scroll!

Happy with his decision, he moved to the door, and poked his head outside. Seeing no one, he stepped out into the hall and made his way towards the locker room, all the while hoping no one would see him.

/=/

Coco was asleep as soon as her head hit her pillow, but that bliss didn't last long. Velvet, who had been out searching for her and Jaune since early in the morning, returned to CFVY's dorm. Sighting her target, the rabbit faunus made her move.

SMACK

Coco: (Grabbing her smarting behind and rolling off the bed) Ow!

Velvet: Good you're awake.

Coco: What the hell, Bun-Bun?

Velvet: Don't Bun-Bun me. What did you do to Jaune?

Coco: I did nothing!

Velvet: DO. NOT. GIVE. ME. THAT! One minute Jaune is... well Jaune and the next he's...

Coco: The sweetest, most adorable little girl you could ever imagine?

Velvet: (Crossing her arms over her chest) Yes... that.

Coco: I had nothing to...

Velvet: Coco... I was there. I saw the slime, and you told me when it would happen, so you are up to something... and I don't like it.

Coco fidgeted, trying to come up with some excuse that wouldn't see Velvet interfering in her true plan. But she was drawing a blank.

Velvet: I'm waiting.

Biting her lip, Coco struggled to come up with something. It was then like fate was intervening on her behalf, as the door opened and Fox walked in. Snatching the bag of test tubes that she had situated near her bed, Coco bolted.

Velvet: Coco!?!

By the time both Fox and Velvet recovered from the shock of seeing Coco just taking off, she was gone.

Velvet: Shit.

Fox: Do I want to know?

Velvet: Coco is up to something, and it involved Jaune.

Fox: Something? Can you be a little more specific?

Velvet: I wish I could.

/=/

Now fully dressed, and in possession of his scroll, which he found in his locker; he made his way to JNPR's dorm. He had seen the multiple messages from his team, and replied to each one, and now he was on his way to meet up with them to go to a late lunch in Vale. He was feeling good, well rested and calm for the first time in ages. It was almost like someone had been coddling him for most of the night.

An image of Coco popped into his mind, and he paused for a second before dismissing it. Rolling his shoulders, he moved forward, eager to reunite with his team and to get something good to eat.

Coco: Hey Arc!

Jaune turned to see the sunglasses wearing fashionista racing down the hallway towards him.

Jaune: Coco?

Coco: Catch!

Jaune fumbled as a small glass tube was flung at him, nearly catching the tube but causing the contents to ...

... and the glass tube to clink on the tiled floor.

Coco: Bulls-eye!

Jaune: Coco?!?

Coco didn't stop and just rushed past the still stunned Jaune.

Coco: See you in 30 minutes, sweet-cheeks!

Jaune: What?!?

#rwby #coco adel #jaune arc #frenchroast #velvet scarlatina #headmaster ozpin #Coco keeps turning Jaune into a WAIFU

[fizzyxcustard]

Betrayal (3)

Part 1 Part 2

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Crossover of Spooks and Pilgrimage (Modern AU)

Pairings: Lucas North x OC/Raymond de Merville x OC

Warnings: Love triangle. Angst. Language. Sexual references/language. Cheating.

Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas North’s girlfriend of six months. Amy is aware of his job as an MI-5 agent and supports him. However, Lucas’ cousin, Raymond de Merville, has always loved Amy and uses their one night stand together as leverage for something more.

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in. I’m gradually removing people from my tag lists who do not interact.

I don’t normally write about cheating as it’s just not something I particularly feel comfortable with, but I really wanted to write something with these two in this situation, so I hope that this came out well.

The character of Amy Holland is from all of my Spooks fics with Lucas.

Once Raymond had left Amy that morning, after their second night of sexual activity, she remained in her living room, staring at the blank wall in front of her. Overwhelming guilt hit her in her stomach, and all she wanted to do was tell Lucas the truth. But she knew the outcome. He'd want to break up with her; most people would. There were only a few people who could forgive unfaithfulness, and Amy doubted Lucas was one of them.

***

Lucas arranged to meet with Amy for breakfast, in their usual spot at her local coffee shop. This was where they had met seven months ago. He sat at their normal table on Monday morning, skimming the newspaper before Amy arrived. There was a slight niggle on his mind, something that had been sat there since Saturday morning. Amy normally text back within an hour or two, but on Friday night, she had not responded at all. Neither had Raymond.

The track record that Raymond held when it came to women was far from pretty. Married women. Cheating on his own partners. Lucas knew that Raymond was a dog and bedded anything that he felt he had a chance with. Younger women, older women. It didn't matter. As long as Raymond had a woman to put his dick in then he was happy.

"Morning, love," Lucas said, smiling as Amy sat down in front of him. He studied her face, noticing that she only kept eye contact with him for a couple of seconds before looking away. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, course," Amy replied.

Lucas studied her for a little longer. Her gaze was still on the floor, then on the breakfast menu in front of her, in her handbag. Anywhere but him.

"Are you sure you're alright? You seem distracted," Lucas asked again.

Amy finally looked him in the eye. "I'm fine, sweets," she replied.

She looked upon him and felt her chest compress. How could she have ever betrayed such a beautiful man? To put her primal urges above her moral integrity. Once he knew what had happened, there would never be any trust between them again. Amy knew there and then that no matter what happened between her and Lucas, Raymond would never win.

Lucas took Amy's hand, squeezing it. The feeling of him touching her almost made her choke and she swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush to her face. All she wanted to do was take him in her arms and apologise profusely for all the bad she had done and tell him that he deserved better, and she deserved absolutely nothing in her life. This betrayal that she had committed meant that she deserved a solitary life with no one to ever want her or love her again.

***

Amy text Raymond that morning while sat at her desk in work, demanding he go and see her after work that evening.

I need to see you, Raymond. We need to talk.

After work, Amy prepared herself for Raymond's arrival, mentally forming her words. But nothing seemed right. She knew Raymond, and he would most certainly have an answer for everything she put forward. He would make all of this harder for her just to prove a point.

When he arrived, he smirked at her from the doorway.

Amy merely scoffed and turned around, letting him see himself in and close the door. "This all has to stop, Raymond. All of it," she demanded, never looking at him. Amy kept her back to Raymond, but could feel his hard glare against her back. "I know I'll lose Lucas. I deserve to lose him after what I've done."

Raymond slowly circled Amy and then stopped in front of her. His steel eyes focused on her.

"And that also means I don't want to see you again. Leave me alone. I'll go and tell Lucas what's happened, but promise me that you'll leave me alone."

"I can't do that," Raymond purred. "I want you, and you want me."

"That's just it," Amy spat. " I don't want you. Not really. It's my fucking body, my urges. Not my heart. How could I love you? You're manipulative and cruel. How could anyone love someone like that?"

Raymond smirked, but something darkened in his eyes. "You don't mean that."

"I do mean it. Whatever there is between us, it's sexual. There's no love between us."

Raymond raised his hand to Amy's cheek and cupped it, but sighed as she pulled away. "There is on my part."

"It's not love!" Amy snapped. "You have no idea what love is. Lucas has already told me how you've cheated on a lot of your girlfriends and even slept with married women. You've got no morals."

"Lucas isn't exactly a saint."

"Of course you'd say that. This isn't about Lucas. It's about us. I've admitted that what I did was wrong. I'm willing to lose my boyfriend because of this. Go and find another woman to fuck around with, Raymond, because I'm done with this."

"You've never been fucked like that before, Aim," Raymond purred. "I have that ability to make you come..."

"Shut up, for fuck sake!" Amy screamed. She was absolutely livid that he was continuing on with this, pushing and cornering her. "You can't build a relationship purely on sex. Even you, the man who has less morals than a dirty public toilet, should know that. Lucas gives me what you can't, and that's true intimacy and kindness. All you can do is give me decent orgasms, but what else? Nothing. You don't know how to love. For a man who has had, apparently, a shit ton of women in his bed, you know fuck all about us as a species. And you most certainly know nothing about me."

Raymond stared at Amy, with what looked like a thunderstorm brewing in his eyes. For a split second his lips parted, something lingering on them. But he soon stopped and recoiled back. He took a step back and looked down at the floor. "Maybe a man can change," he whispered.

"I hope you can change. Find yourself a good woman who you can love and give everything to. There's something beautiful in that. Loyalty and faithfulness are to be treasured, believe me. And I know I've fucked that up for Lucas now. I'm the one who will leave him with questions as to what he's done wrong. When the answer is nothing. It was never about Lucas. It was never about him not being enough for me. It was about us being animals. The whole thing has said more about us than it would ever do about him."

"I still want to be that man for you," Raymond said softly.

In that moment, Amy saw a glimpse of something broken. A voice clinging on to the edge of rationality, eyes that were the window to a damaged soul. "Please, just leave me alone. I have enough on my plate now with telling Lucas what has gone on. Just go. Find someone else. This has got to end."

"But it won't end. You've always said that Lucas and I look alike. There's always been an inquisitive side to you when you've talked to me. You want to know more."

"Please, give me strength," Amy growled, staring at the ceiling. "Raymond, no! Just no."

"Before I go, just one last time..." Raymond said, shifting up towards Amy.

She instantly felt her breath hitch. The size of him. Those eyes. His scent, fresh with a hint of pine. She saw Lucas in him; that long nose and slim lips.

Raymond kissed her gently, cupping her cheek with his hand.

Amy noticed that this kiss was different. It wasn't like all the other hot, demanding kisses. It was slow, lingering, needy. Did she feel love in it?

Raymond's arm wrapped around her waist, gently pulling her in closer.

Amy pulled away from the kiss, listening to him exhale. And then she felt him place his forehead against hers, and then he kissed her head. She closed her eyes, forgetting for a moment who it was. A silent 'L' lingered on her lips before she remembered.

They both parted that evening in silence. Raymond left Amy's flat with his head held low, in a way she had never seen before. A pang of guilt hit, but it was nothing like the guilt that was festering for Lucas.

Amy sat down on her sofa for a short while, staring at the wall again.

It had been over half hour since Raymond left when Amy picked up her phone and rang Lucas. This was it. She inhaled, holding that breath for a few seconds. Her heart was racing, palpitating all through her.

"Hello, love," Lucas' voice came. "Everything okay?"

"I just wanted to talk to you about something..."

"Just give me a second, mate..." Lucas said, his voice softening as he aimed it towards someone in the background. "Sorry, love. Raymond just popped in."

Oh, shit!

"Umm...It doesn't matter then. I'll ring you another time..."

"No, no. It's fine. I've missed you, angel."

"I'm sorry..." Amy whimpered, and then cancelled the call.

***

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[alwayzraven]

Kardeşlerim Ep 75

Ahmet told Omer that he is going to buy him and his siblings a house. Omer and Asiye felt awkward about his offer and Omer told him that he doesn't have to do that but Ahmet said that he's not going to take a no for an answer.

Gunul locked Orhan in the house so he wouldn’t go to the court and finalize their divorce but Afra told Oglucan and Aybike when she saw them at the bus stop so they went back to Gunul's house and they got him out. He got in time to the court and they got divorced. After that, Gunul stole Sengul's mini bus and drove it into the ocean. Sengul found out that her mini bus was stolen and told Akif about it. They confronted Gunul and she denied it. I feel like she’s going to do worse than this in the future.

Aybike was looking through her clothes to choose what to sell and what to keep. She wants to help Sengul pay the bills since Sengul won’t be working for a while. Berk called her. 

I love how she smiled when she saw that Berk was the one calling her ❤️❤️

Aybike: Hello

Berk: Hi sweetheart, what are you doing?

Aybike: I am good. I'm sorting my clothes. You?

Berk: ohh, so you’re probably going to go shopping. Are you making a list of what you have and what you don’t?

Aybike: I wish! I wish I was going to go shopping. I am just picking the clothes that are worth some money.

Berk: Why? What happened? Are you in urgent need of money or something?

Ayber: if by urgent you mean am I going to die from hunger then no I am not dying but my mom’s mini bus was stolen.

Berk: what are you saying ?

Aybike: Unfortunately, that’s what happened. so this means that money won't be coming into this household for a while and that’s why to pay the bills I found a solution like this.

Berk: What if I helped you? I mean, when it comes to money, it’s not going to cause a problem between us, right??

Aybike: Yes it will. I can’t accept money from you. I have to deal with this problem by myself.

Berk: okay, what are you going to do? Will you collect enough money if you sold your clothes?

Aybike: A lot of them are from the local market. if they were clothes from known brands then maybe. I am not hopeful but It’s worth a try.

Berk: I understand. Okay then you go through your clothes and I will see if I can maybe find some things I don’t wear that are worth selling.

Aybike: Okay but only things you don’t wear.

Berk: Okay sweetheart! sending you kisses

Aybike: Okay, sending you kisses, bye 

Berk went to look through his clothes but he thought they wouldn't bring enough money. So he went to look through his mom's closet because he said that she has a lot of expensive clothes that she doesn't wear that often. He chose some and also a handbag he said he never saw her use. He heard Ayla yell "What are you doing in my room, Berk?" So he rolled the clothes and the handbag into a blanket. Ayla came into her mom and asked him again. He said that he was cold and he was looking for her blanket because it had her smell, "a mom's smell, which is the most beautiful smell in the world" and she was like "aww my precious son". This scene was so funny 😂 The thing is his relationship with his mom is so good so she didn’t think that he was lying about the blanket.

The next day, at school, Aybike was at the cafeteria. She was checking if she sold some of her clothes but she didn’t. Berk came with a bag. 

Anybody thought that they were going to kiss when she got up to go to him? 

Berk: Good morning, sweetheart!

Aybike:Good morning

Berk: How are you?

Aybike: I am good, you?

Berk: I am good. Come on open this and see what’s inside it

Aybike: what is this?

Berk: I don’t know. Let’s see what’s inside.

Aybike: Berk what are these?

Berk: When you said you’re selling second hand clothes, I found some things and I brought them to you so you can sell them.

Aybike: Okay, but these do not belong to your mom, right?

Berk: No, my love. These belong to my friend’s mom from the gym. She’s not using these anymore.

Aybike: This is great then, this is really great! Berk all of these are clothes from well known brands, they will sell so fast.

Aybike: Thank you really! Really! You’re so sweet!

Berk: You’re welcome my love! As long as you’re happy, that’s enough for me.I will do everything I can to put a smile on your face.

Aybike: You are the best!

Berk: You too!

Then Berk said that he’s going to help her take pictures of the clothes and put them for sale on the website.

Later, they managed to sell the bag (which btw wasn’t expensive (45$-41€)). Aybike told Oglucan that she will share the profits with Berk and Berk told Oglucan that he tried to convince her not to do that but he couldn’t. Oglucan told him that he talked to the wrong person because if he came to him he wouldn't have suggested that lol.

In the evening, Berk called Aybike to see if she sold more clothes and she showed him what was left. At that moment, Ayla came into his room asking about her denim shirt which coincidentally Aybike was showing him and Ayla was like: “Ah that’s the shirt I am looking for” and he slammed the laptop shut and said:”No it’s not, it’s just a coincidence”. Aybike called him back since he suddenly hung up and he told her not to sell the denim shirt because someone wants it. He told her to bring it tomorrow and he will give her the money for it. Berk was out of breath and Aybike asked him why he was out of breath and he said that he was working out and procedeed to suddenly lift weights 😂  

Then he hung up and started complaining about Ayla 😂

Berk:”You have so many shirts but I chose your favorite one, right???”

The way he said this is so funny because she has so many clothes but got hung up on the one he chose 😂

Remember when Ayla tried to expose Nebehat and Akif for cheating? Now that Nebehat and Ayla made up, Ayla asked Nebehat about that period where she was close with Akif. She asked her if something happened between them and Nebehat told her that one day they woke up in the same bed. Nebehat told her not to tell anyone about this. Ayla secretly recorded the whole thing. I was sure that they made up for good but after Ayla asked her about her and Akif, I got suspicious. Later, she called Nebehat and Akif to the club and played the recording for them. They were shocked especially Nebehat because she thought Ayla really forgave her. Ayla told her that she didn’t forget what they did to Resul. Then she sent the recording to Suzan.

At the end of the episode, Omer and Sarp argued because Ahmet decided to register Omer as his son (so he’s going to give him his last name). Omer pushed Sarp while they were fighting and Sarp hit his head when he fell. Ahmet was going to buy Omer and his siblings a house but I guess now he’s not going to.

Overall, it was an okay episode. I know that Ayla is going to find out about what Berk did with her clothes and she’s going to be so angry that she might do something this time. There was no Ayber in the teaser but hopefully we’ll get a 2nd one in the middle of the week

#kardeşlerim #kardeslerim #ayber #recap

[lemonhemlock]

Fun little ask, what are your fav perfumes or colognes?

I'm one of those people who need to match their fragrance to their outfit and vibe. 🙈 So it's not enough for me to have one fragrance or even a family of fragrances, I need to have one for every occasion. 🤦‍♂️

That being said, one of my go-tos has to be Diorissimo by Dior (obvs, lol), since it contains every white flower imaginable on the planet and I simply adore the scent of white flowers - lilies of the valley, hyacinths, jasmine, lilac, I love it. I have many white-flower-based perfumes; they are well-tolerated and appropriate for many situations. Elie Saab - Le Parfum is similar to this.

But I wouldn't be me if I wasn't on some oddball shit! So I'm really drawn to vintage perfumes - that cloying, heady, powdery smell of opening an old lady's handbag, of vintage makeup and sweets. The smell of lipstick I find very attractive (I think it's given by the iris note), so, for example, I wear Dior - Homme, even though I wish it'd be stronger. (I'm also one of those oversprayers who wants to leave a scent trail when I walk. 😅) The classic Agent Provocateur is another example - a very heavy, slutty rose* with an intoxicating presence that makes you cough - very powdery, very reminiscent of a boudoir - the kind of scent Satine from Mouline Rouge might wear. Loulou by Cacharel is literally how old ladies smelt like when I was a little girl, so ofc I overspray that, too. My neighbour who lives on the ground floor says she can tell I left because she can smell it in the hallway. ☠ It's very hard to describe, something like plum with wood? and incense with a white floral background. It's very, very 90s. Just an amalgamation that's very hard to separate but very distinctive. Other stuff I have and enjoy from this category are Angel by Mugler, which is similarly hard to define because it seems to have every note in existence, with a powdery finish + Cabotine by Gres - very strong, very potent carnation, very green, which may not be to everyone's liking. Loulou & Cabotine are also what I'd describe as pretty unfriendly, unapologetically spiky perfumes; you either love them or you hate them.

I'm going to be basic now for a second, but my first foray into vintage scents was when I whiffed Chanel no 5 in Sephora and I instantly fell for that artificial, cold, standoffish aldehydic smell. I had a bottle of Shalimar back in the day and her sister, Casmir by Chopard, and 10/10 would purchase again. Jungle L'Elephant by Kenzo is also a strong vintage scent, with spicy cloves, dark citrus and amber that shares that heady quality I'm drawn to. For a long time I kept a big bottle of Opium by YSL, which remains the queen of spicy scents to me, it's like all possible condiments condensed into this hegemonic cloud of aroma. The people around you will always know you're wearing this. 😂 Sometime in the future, I would like to try some similar scents like Aromatics Elixir (Clinique), Cinnabar & Youth Dew (Estee Lauder) and Magie Noir by Lancome. Not a priority, but they're on my list. I used to have Fame by Lady Gaga and it smelt very incense-y, which was fine by me, since I love all church smells - myrrh and the like.

I'm very fond of nostalgia scents from my childhood. Weirdly enough, cough syrup. Which is exactly what Egoiste by Chanel reminds me of. :)) Which is why I put it on my list. There's also a recurring motif I keep encountering in my choices - something I associate with my grandmother's house, slightly Oriental, caramel, but somehow also minty. Like all old ladies, she used to keep all kinds of sweets in an ornate bowl - mint drops and other kinds of sucking candy or toffees. And, like all children, I greatly coveted that bowl. Perhaps the saffron note has something to do with this, but it's something I recognise in perfumes like Shaghaf Oud by Swiss Arabian, the oil Tanasuk (Al Haramain) or Herod (Parfums de Marly). So those kinds of scents feel v comforting and familiar to me. Herod is so well-named, too, that's 100% what thee Herod would actually wear.

*I love rose in all its forms. The idea that someone could dislike rose is very peculiar to me. :)) I have a bright, sirupy rose in Madame Gres (though it doesn't list in the notes, weirdly enough, so must be the combination of pineapple and peony that I perceive as rose) and the sparkliest, girliest, pinkest rose in my Delina dupe. I couldn't get the rotting, sickening rose note out of my head when I first smelt Portait of a Lady, so I had to buy a replica (I'm categorically not dishing out 300 euros for a bottle of perfume, lol). I'm so curious about Rosenrot by Rammstein (💀) because it's supposed to smell like roses with blood, but I read it unfortunately doesn't lasts very long.

There are not many smells I tend to dislike - heavy oud is one of them, for example Cuir Intense by Guerlain smells like wet dog on me. I once smelled Hacivat by Nishane out of curiosity and it legit made me think of feces. I love chocolate and think it smells complex and appetizing, but I wouldn't really buy such a fragrance for myself.

A bit unusual since I do love gourmands. Anything that smells like candy or sugar or fruits. Recent purchases are Safeer by Lattafa, which smells literally like a sparkling, sugary lemon cut in half, so bright that approaching it makes your mouth water + Amber is Great by Zimaya, which legit reminds me of Skittles. :)) More conventional perfumes I wore were Lost Cherry and Bitter Peach by Tom Ford. My replicas at least did not have the longevity weaknesses of the original and were really mouth-watering.

I would say I'm fairly adventurous when it comes to perfume, since I enjoy a wide variety of notes. Green fragrances are also right up my alley. Strong notes of patchouli, vetiver, grass, leaves. My boyfriend is getting me Nerolia Vetiver Forte for Christmas and it's the greenest woody white floral, I can't wait to overspray and exasperate people. :)) Tobacco is a weird note for me because I seem to love it in perfume but absolutely detest it IRL. Tobacco Vanille (Tom Ford) and Aventus for Her (Creed) may be very hyped, but I still got people very frequently asking me what I'm wearing. They're hits with the public! Leather I also find complex scent, though I don't think I have anything with leather in it right now. I went through a phase this year where I used up half a bottle of Libre by YSL because I couldn't get enough of the lavender. Olympea by Paco Rabanne got the same treatment from me - just the cleanest, soapiest, most comforting, intriguingly salty perfume. Works so well with the Layali oil by Swiss Arabian.

For the future, I'd like to collect more generally unusual scents. Or anything that can be described as evil or witchy or dark (because I'm a 13 year-old edgelord 😂). For example, Toskovat make this perfume that is supposed to smell like gasoline and bubblegum and another that's supposed to smell like gunpowder, ozone and blood bandages. I also have my eye on La Couche du Diable by Serge Lutens - just.... everything about that concept. :)) I already have something that I think is similar, By the Fireplace by Maison Margiela - it smells of FLAMES and roasting chestnuts. I also have the famed Habanita by Mollinard and it's certainly very witchy, dark & mysterious, like someone is preparing bitters or a potion and they have a whole cauldron of plants macerating.

And, of course, I am dying to get my hands on a milk fragrance.

As for men's, I feel like a lot of them are so generic fresh-smelling, citrus, pine etc and, while I can't say they're not nice, they're very basic and too similar to each other. Sauvage by Dior is the perfect example of this. Men are way less adventurous when it comes to perfume, so the men's fragrances that end up making an impression on me are honestly something that would be considered unisex or, at the very least, different. Something like Amouage - Epic or Sunshine Man or Penhaligon - The Tragedy of Lord George (I'm curious about Halfeti, too). Boozy fragrances work well on men, too, like the very cheap (but surprisingly good) Bentley for Men. Tobacco and leather work well - Tom Ford have quite a few of these: Ombre Leather, Tuscan Leather, Tobacco Vanille, Tobacco Oud etc alongside stuff like Black Orchid, which is rarer to see on a man, because they have no sense of style. I'm also curious about quite a few Parfums de Marly: Carlisle, Godolphin, Pegasus, Sedley. My beloved Herod is labeled as a man's fragrance, but that hasn't stopped me! My bf has quite a few distinctive & memorable creations from Mancera: Red Tobacco, Oud Violet and Deep Forest.

Deep Forest I probably like the most but it's also the most difficult for me to wear. I'm not convinced I can pull it off on my skin, but I will keep investigating. 😅 It's the darker coin flip of my Eden by Cacharel. Both are cloying, intense and unusual, both carry the feeling of being enclosed in deep vegetation. I like to think of Eden like a trip through the jungle on the hottest day of the year, in your best beige archaeologist outfit. The smell of burning rubber from your ATV fills your nostrils, beads of sweat on your forehead, lush greenery and so much of it, white flowers bloom around you, sickly sweet, musty and ripe. You close your eyes. You're bright and weightless and floating off the ground. This is the best day of your life.

Whereas with Deep Forest, you're trekking on foot, through the warm, musky trails the woodland creatures left behind. The sun can only trickle arrows of light through the thick bed of trees. You reach a clearing. The flowers are blooming, but there is no sky. The foliage swallowed it whole. You lie down. The ground is yawning for you.

#it's giving mental illness #i buy a lot of dupes because your girl does NOT have an unlimited budget lmao #fortunately we have a v good dupe company here & i'm able to keep myself well-stocked #that & i research arabian perfumes for good deals #lemonposting #perfume

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Popular Channel

Narrated by Angel.

Angel: Hello, everyone! It's Episode 611 of the Drinking Guide with Boba, and today's topic is...

Narrator: In front of the milk tea shop, I modeled my new milk tea design, waving at the camera and smiling sweet smiles.

Narrator: Now the Boba has more than 10,000 fans!

Choose either "That fast?" or "How come?"

If "fast," ...

You: You hit 10,000 fans just like that, Angel?

Narrator: Not only that, my live stream gets over 100,000 people! I owe it all to Nikki.

If "how," ...

You: How did it grow so fast?

Narrator: Because I followed Nikki's suggestion, of course! Aren't I much different now?

--

Narrator: Ever since I wore my designs on the live stream, my fan counter started going through the roof.

Narrator: Every time I reviewed a milk tea live, I'd wear something appropriate for the product.

Narrator: And they always featured eye-catching elements relevant to milk tea. That is my unique Boba style.

Narrator: That set me apart from the countless other live streamers.

Narrator: Plus, I'm a true pro with mad skills. Then you throw in the distinctive fashion style and it's a given.

Narrator: See, the fans love me now!

Narrator: Several comments popped up on the screen...

Netizen A: I love the outfit! Want! Where can I get it?

Netizen B: I wish I had Boba's milk tea handbag! So cool!

Netizen C: Talented Boba! Not only a great job on milk tea shops, but tres-cool threads! And the ponytails complement the hat perfectly!

Narrator: I winked at the camera.

Angel: I designed all my outfits. They're not available anywhere.

Angel: However, interested parties can contact me for partnership, so we can get everyone the milk tea handbag they wanted!

Narrator: A wave of cheers flashed across the comment section.

Narrator: With a hyped audience, I turned the camera on Nikki and Momo.

Angel: Let me introduce to you two of my best friends, Nikki and Momo!

Momo: Hi all, this is Momo, the favorite of all you humans!

Narrator: At Momo's fervent request, I put up a crawler that read, "Special Guest from Moments: Master of Barbecue."

Narrator: While it baffled the audience, Momo remained undeterred.

Momo: Milk tea goes swimmingly with barbecue!

Angel: Come on, Momo and Nikki, let's get in line!

Momo: Oh god, there must be hundreds of people before us! This is too much... Not everyone can be a blogger.

Nikki: That's what makes Boba great!

Angel: You're gonna send me to cloud nine if you keep this up! But it won't seem long with us doing live stream.

Narrator: The fans loved to see us three banter, too. And people were coming up to me to say hi, so the wait wasn't boring at all.

Momo: So many viewers! Has my reputation as the Master of Barbecue far proceeded me?

Narrator: As Momo relished in his newfound "popularity," a fan ran up to me.

Fan A: I'm a fan, Boba! Can I be on camera?

Angel: Sure!

Narrator: I pulled the fan over to say hi to my viewers.

Angel: Feel free to approach me if you see me in a line!

Angel: I can tell you whatever you want to know about milk tea!

Narrator: With Nikki on my left, a fan on my right, my favorite shop before me, and me wearing the special Angel milk tea fashion...

Narrator: It was just perfect to combine everything I loved all at once. I felt fulfilled and energetic!

Narrator: Until...

Narrator: The man in front slowly pulled out a virtually endless list.

Narrator: The familiar cap, sandals...

Narrator: You again?!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#angel #shining nikki #chapter 3 #sr designer #transcript #milk tea #boba tea #bubble tea #social media #popularity #marketing #popular channel #live stream

[justzawe]

Zawe Ashton on embracing pre-loved fashion and finding your authentic style

The actress completely changed her relationship with shopping – now she’s on a mission to inspire others to do the same

Zawe Ashton was ahead of the curve when it came to shopping secondhand. After spending her formative years on the high street, as most teenagers did, the actress discovered a passion for pre-loved fashion when she went to college in London in the early Noughties.

“Secondhand pieces of treasure were the currency,” Zawe Ashton tells me over the phone, reminiscing about those college days. “Vintage was suddenly cool and we spent our time putting outfits together from different eras and scouring vintage and charity shops.”

This fascination with shopping secondhand only intensified when she later moved to Manchester, and found endless inspiration from the city's vibrant Northern Quarter. Ashton worked in one of the area’s biggest hubs for vintage shopping, where she sourced some of her favourite gems to-date and started to experiment with her style.

“As a young drama-school student, I was really beginning to experiment with roles and started to find characters in the vintage I was buying,” she recalls. “I was finding some really precious stuff that I still have today – a vintage Eighties cheerleading outfit that would probably take me a while to wriggle into now,” she laughs. “Another special find is my Jimmy Choo clutch bag. At the time, I'd been nominated for a British Independent Film Award and back then loaning clothes was so new to me and I didn’t have a stylist, so I just relied on the kindness of fashion houses and designers that I formed personal relationships with.” Having borrowed a dress and shoes from a brand, she needed the perfect bag to go with it: she found the dream Jimmy Choo clutch on eBay and picked it up en route to the red carpet. “That was a special pre-loved moment,” she recalls. “It made me realise you’re ultimately in charge of dressing yourself for these events, so you can be more imaginative.”

Being an early champion of secondhand designer fashion made the actress the perfect fit to front eBay's campaign for its new authentication process, which ensures any bag over £500 will now go through rigorous checking in a bid to build consumer confidence.

Following previous successful projects to authenticate watches and sneakers, as of this month, eBay is now working with a team of authenticators who will physically inspect luxury handbags by hand, as well as using specialist machinery. Any designer bags for sale will first be verified by an authenticator, checking that it matches the listing and inspecting the quality, from the stitching to the zippers. All bags will then get an Authenticity Guarantee card to prove their status, and sellers who offer returns get the same verification protection as buyers – allowing users to both shop and sell with certainty.

“I’ve definitely bought a few dud designer pieces [in the past] and I wish I’d had some kind of guarantee to help with that, especially when shopping secondhand online or for the first time,” says Ashton of the partnership.

Of course today, buying pre-loved fashion and contributing to a circular fashion economy is more commonplace than ever before, as we all seek to live more sustainable lives.

“Trends turn over so quickly now,” she says. “You can start to get carried away with it, rather than taking the time to explore what your own sense of style and expression might be.

“The younger generation are really targeted by these fast trends. So if there’s anything I would love to say to that generation, it’s to take a moment to find your authentic expression through how you dress and, while you’re doing that, you could also really be helping the planet that you’re about to inherit.”

Currently, the fashion industry is the second most damaging industry to the planet. The sector accounts for about 8-10 per cent of global carbon emissions and nearly 20 per cent of wastewater. Alarming statistics indeed.

Ashton is all too aware that being more eco-conscious with our habits has never been more vital – and that challenging misconceptions around secondhand shopping is key to promoting mindful purchases.

“Trend cycles have sped up in the past 10 years and we are conditioned to use that as a way of staying relevant,” she says. “Sometimes people are hesitant to step away from the crowd, which I totally understand, but it’s OK to break away from that.”

Celebrities wearing vintage on the red carpet has done wonders for the reputation of secondhand clothing; these are pieces with character, history and a uniqueness that's just not possible to replicate when buying new. But, with so much out there, where should vintage newbies start?

“Pre-loved doesn’t have to be a chore or a slog – it just means you’re authenticating your own journey of consumerism,” says the actress. “You can become more authentically yourself when you think more consciously about our planet, which goes a lot further outside of just shopping.”

“Finding inspiration is a really great start,” advises Ashton, who takes her own inspiration from a variety of sources – from stars whose style she admires, like Alexa Chung and Grace Jones, to the Punk Era or French cinema. “There are so many apps and sites to browse images of different styles and eras and see how people have put together different pieces.”

Aside from shopping secondhand, Ashton makes an effort to be more eco-conscious in other ways. The British actress loves to support sustainable brands and make her existing wardrobe work harder, by mending older pieces that might need some TLC.

“I’m also trying to just buy less and just have a more conscious approach,” she says. “I know it’s really hard to do that, as we are all different heights, dress sizes, and different physicalities. But often you can get pieces tailored. It’s about changing the psychology around shopping; those who previously loved fast fashion might now just be investing in one or two pieces they know will last. That’s the mixture I’m trying to get behind, as well as rental and re-wearing stuff on the red carpet, as that really sends a message.”

When it comes to repeating outfits, A-List stars such as Cate Blanchett and Emma Watson, and even royals like the Duchess of Cambridge, have been known to regularly re-wear dresses to big events, highlighting the importance of making the most of what we already have. So does Ashton feel a sense of responsibility to lead by example?

“We’re really on code red right now and everyone has a responsibility,” Ashton says. “Everyone has their part to play. I think you can’t get away from the fact that if you have a public persona or profile as part of your work, you can’t deny that there is a faster way to spread that vital message. I’m a work in progress; I’m really enjoying the journey of working out how I can work these parts of my job in a different way for the better.

“There’s also a lot of responsibility on big corporations, as the individual citizen can only do so much. I hate the way you can feel unbelievably guilty if you slip up and end up spiralling and feeling bad for your own impact. But you have to remember that huge corporations are actually still so responsible for the majority of issues that we’re facing.”

While things are definitely improving and we’re thankfully seeing more brands prioritising the planet, there’s still a long way to go. “It’s up to the fashion industry to answer the questions of its own accountability,” agrees Ashton. “It’s great to see that the access to rental has improved, [as well as] the quality of rentals, the businesses offsetting their footprints, and the scope of brands available. This will only encourage more people to go down that route. I really hope that continues to grow.”

As for Ashton's own personal journey? It's all centred on mindset. "It's about changing my psychology and helping to change other people’s. I turned an old pair of tights into a headband the other day,” she laughs. “It’s amazing what pops up on your radar when you start to change your psychology. Once you start to think about the terrible landfills, toxic chemicals, and the people who are being used to make these clothes in the most atrocious conditions, you’ll rethink everything.

“It’s really a work in progress that keeps evolving. If there’s a panic-buy you make last minute for a holiday, wedding or interview, you can offset that by buying pre-loved next time or opting for rental. Rewear the garment or tailor it so it becomes a forever piece. This isn’t about making the individual feel guilty, because there’s enough of that. I’m really not perfect and certainly don’t have it all figured out yet, but know that my mindset is really changing and that’s the most important thing.” We couldn’t agree more. (x)

#zawe ashton #harpers bazaar #interview #article #fashion

[bluesfortheredj]

A helping hand.

A/N: You can tell when this was meant to come out... anyway, sorry again for the delay but I'm finally settled in the house now and will be getting the last requests out when I can :)

Christmas.

The most wonderful time of the year.

Supposedly, anyway.

Yours seemed more stressful than usual this year though; between worrying about money, what presents to get people on your tighter budget, and how you were going to organise Christmas this year between the two families you had very little to smile about. The festive cheer had certainly evaded you so far and it was already the beginning of December.

“Right, Jane’s said she’s not doing presents this year which should give us some wiggle room for others,” you sigh, having just received the fortuitous text message.

You look down to the notebook which had a list of names and the gift ideas next to them, then cross her name out with a relieved huff and look over to where Rufus sits tapping away on his phone enthusiastically. A grin spreads across his tired looking face and he suddenly meets your gaze with wide, excited eyes.

“I know this is super last minute but look at this!”

He jumps from the armchair to the seat next to you on the sofa with a bounce and thrusts his phone under your nose for you to see the email that had got him so riled up, then you make out the main words that make your heart sink a little; fly out to France for two nights, back on Christmas eve.

“Oh… Wow… It’s, uh… a great opportunity.”

“So it’ll be a week in total what with rehearsals in London…” he grins, “but this is amazing!”

“A week?” you repeat, having missed that part of the email completely, “but we’ve got so much to do before the big day…”

“It’ll be fine,” he says with a wave of his hand, “don’t worry! I’ll do what I can before all this, and I promise you’ll have the bare minimum to do after.”

You give him a nod and a smile but you knew Rufus too well by now, and he wasn’t exactly the most organised of humans, in fact he was quite simply the complete opposite and regularly left most things until the last second. His attention turns back to the device in his hands as he excitedly types his reply back to this thrilling event he’d been invited to, and you can’t help but feel a heavy sensation in your stomach at the thought of the next couple of weeks.

It was edging ever closer to the big day when Rufus finally appears from the stairwell just as you place your plate in the sink and grab the reusable bags from the side, “you ready?”

He briefly looks up from his phone with a questioning brow, “for what?”

“Christmas shopping, silly! You said we’d get it done today while you’re still here.”

“Shit, of course, yeah, I’ve just gotta meet Danny in town and then I’m all yours, I promise.”

“But…”

He gives your cheek a fleeting kiss then shrugs his jacket on, “I’ll meet you at the shops, I’ll phone you when I’m done!”

With that, he disappears out of the front door, leaving you with the bags gripped firmly in your grasp, your fingers tightening with anger as you stare at the door he’d only just exited seconds before. You knew this was going to happen and yet you couldn’t help feeling disappointed that it had.

“Hmph,” you huff, grabbing your handbag and deciding to do this by yourself instead.

Your mind is a jumble of emotions as you walk around the shops picking up bits for everyone; on one hand you knew that Rufus couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this, yet on the other you wished he didn’t let it totally consume him, especially now with it being so close to Christmas and you needing help with the preparations for it. You eye yet another bath set for your mum and place it down in the trolley in front of you with a sad sigh before making your way to the checkout and checking your phone for a call you knew wouldn’t be coming.

It’s late when you finally get home and you can see the lights on inside indicating that someone was already there, so you trudge up the path with your hands full of heavy bags and give the door a couple of taps with your foot.

“Babe!” he grins when he opens up to find you standing there, “let me take some of those.”

He grabs a couple from each hand and you follow him inside, pushing the front door shut with your elbow as you watch his familiar blonde ponytail disappear into the lounge.

“Busy day then, huh?” you say quietly, trying to keep your anger from bubbling over.

He pouts as he lowers the bags carefully to the floor, leaning them up against the sofa, “I’m so sorry, everything took longer than expected and then we got something to eat and I knew you’d be done by the time we got out of there so I just-”

You can’t help but scoff at his answer; you were already enraged and his bumbling excuse about going for dinner rather than helping you tipped you over the edge, “I can’t do this,” you shrug, dropping the bags with a thud and turn to walk away.

“Can’t do what? Where are you going?!” he worries.

“You said you were going to call and meet me in town to help with all this,” you reply, spinning around and gesturing to the bags scattered across the floor, “you said that before you had to fly off you’d make sure you could help me so that I had the minimum amount left before Christmas.”

“I know, and I’m sorry! What about tomorrow?”

“No,” you reply sternly, “no. I have a job too you know, and it’s our busiest time of the year as well, but no, don’t worry about me, I’ll just sort the presents, the food, the budget that’s required a hell of a lot of adjusting this year…”

“That’s why I’m doing this! I know we need the money, so that’s yet another reason why I agreed to it!” he reaches out for you but you step backwards and shake your head.

“I appreciate that, I really do, but I also just really needed your help today. It wasn’t like you were being paid to go eat after the meeting was it? Ru, I’m exhausted, and I’ve got work in the morning, and I’m going to have to do everything else without you when you jet off again, so I genuinely really did need you today.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs morosely.

You sniff a little before pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, “so am I,” you whisper, once more turning towards the door and heading out to your car.

“Where are you going?” he asks, attempting to grab onto the vehicle door as you shut it.

“My parent’s place.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I need to cool off.”

You hastily put the car into reverse and make your exit as quickly as you possibly can without seeing the hurt in the eyes of the man you love. As soon as you get onto the main road you regret it but you have to stand your ground and reluctantly continue the short journey to your parent’s house in a stony silence, not even the radio uttering a note. Once you turn into your parent’s road you park up and sit in the quiet that had accompanied you on the entire journey as your mind whirs with regret and sadness.

“Fuuuck,” you whisper as your forehead connects with the steering wheel.

The engine is still running as you roll your head from side to side slowly until eventually you make the decision to turn straight back around and head home. The last thing you wanted was for Rufus to leave while you were in the middle of a disagreement so you knew you had to make things right even though you did want to stand your ground about the matter.

You open the front door slowly and carefully once you get back, not wanting to make your appearance known straight away, but Rufus soon comes bounding down the stairs as soon as you shut the door behind you and his lips land on yours in a desperate kiss.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” he whispers breathlessly between kisses, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

He cups your jaw delicately yet firmly as he presses his lips on and around your mouth while your fingers weave into his blonde hair with ease, “I’m sorry,” you manage to mumble when his lips move.

He pulls away with a slight frown, “I’m sorry,” he sighs, “I didn’t mean to be such a selfish asshole, I wasn’t thinking, I-” you cut him off with another kiss.

“It’s okay, do you wanna apologise here, or upstairs?”

There’s a moment where he processes what you’re saying, then his eyebrows lift as his lips turn up into a smile, “upstairs.”

Request: Could you please make one with Rufus where they have a Big fight, reader leaves and come back later and they reunite + more

#rufus taylor fanfic #rufus taylor imagine #rufus taylor #rufus taylor x reader #rufus taylor x you

[kibaems]

Bias Tag Game

Tagged by: @foxpuppylove thank u!!!!!!!! i love these little games 💕

Rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10, then answer the questions below. try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

Tagging:

As always: no pressure; if this isn't your thing, feel free to just ignore ♥

Bias List:

key, shinee

kyungsoo, exo

wooyoung, ateez

nayeon, twice

mingyu, seventeen

somi, somi

seonghwa, ateez

taemin, shinee

seulgi, red velvet

dokyeom, seventeen

Questions and answers below!

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

mingyu~ i've been with svt since debut!

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

oh.... OH..... hmmm..... as a libra i should have realised this would be a difficult little game lolol i think i have a deeper emotional attachment to kyungsoo and his music as i've been with him for longer but i have a more..... big sisterly protective attachment to somi as i've seen her grow up all the way from p101!!!! stream fast forward!!!

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

CAN I RESHUFFLE MY LIST?????? THIS ONE IS IMPOSSIBLE????? my answer is both.... BOTH!!!

realistically speaking key would probably think i'm a loser but in an ideal world where i wasn't we would go vintage shopping and style each other goofy as hell and then do one of those wine aunt paint and sips but instead of canvases we'd be painting designer handbags.

AND

wooyo is sooooooo fun so i think i'd want to go do something like zorbing in those big hamster balls or paint balling or laser tag.... something that will bring out that huge bright laugh of his u know??? i think we're both very similar in the way we get LOUD and FAST when we're excited... it'd be a mess lmao

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

i love seulgi's noooooseeeeeeeee!!! idk i've never really thought about it but maybe it stems from insecurity about my own nose that that's often my fav physical feature of a person.... 🤔

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

somi is SO bright!!!! she's so goofy and unapologetic about it!!!!

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

taemin...... idk man.... probably smth so corny and overplayed like it's been a gift to be able to watch him grow into the artist he's become and to see myself grow with him even if he doesn't know the impact he's had on my life.

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

call me taemin because i'll be in key's closet in a SECOND skjdnksnd

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

first of all A PONYTAIL. not just a little apple sprout i'm talking full jeonghan-style. also bring back the heavy eyeliner!!!!!! fashion wise i think he always looks great so idk.... maybe seeing him incorporating more bright colours?? he does favour darker colours and tbh i think that suits him sooooo well.

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

god i wish i was as tall as mingyu sdkjnsknd i'm between him and nayeon but closer to nayeon lolol

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

sorry rv, but it's definitely seventeen for this one

#tagged

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

I just can't stop myself from sending you numbers (pffff, not that I tried to stop.)

9, 21, and 26, please? The fluff is warming my heart so much!

Thank you for sending these to me 😘💜. I used this as an exercise to write for people I would never typically pick.

#9 Sloppy Morning Kisses. Excalibur was the type of person who woke and got our bed, like he was getting off the bench at a basketball game. He was enthusiastic about everything in his life, so you shouldn’t have been surprised the first time you slept over. The night before had been perfect; romantic with out being cheesy. You fell asleep curled into Excalibur chest and when his morning alarm went off for the first time in a long time you felt fully rested. Your plan was to pretend to sleep through his alarm, so when he went to the bathroom you could get your handbag and use the emergency sleepover kit you packed to freshen up before he came back. That’s not what happened, instead Excalibur woke up you with a big, sloppy, happy good morning kiss. If this was anyone else you would have been instantly annoyed and grossed out by possible morning breath exposure. But when Excalibur pulled away, smiled at you, and wished you a good morning with his deep and soothing voice, you couldn’t help but turn into a pile of goo and mush. Plus you could tell he woke up a couple minutes before the alarm woke up, brushed his teeth and crawled back into bed. It had been 2 years since you two shared that first morning kiss, but it was still your favorite part of your day.

#21 Blushes when you catch them staring at you. Oh Ricky Starks, the man really did have it all: confidence, looks, money, a cool job, and outside of the ring he was charming and funny. He made friends easily, his coworkers and bosses liked him, and whenever he saw a women he was interested in he always walked away with at least a phone number. Until you moved into his apartment building. He saw you in a lounge chair by a pool reading a book. He walked right over and sat on the end of your chair and tried starting a conversation about what book you were reading. You weren’t trying to be rude, but it had been a crazy week with moving, hosting a bridal shower for your best friend, and finishing a presentation for work. This was the first time in a while that you could sit in the sun by yourself, and just read. So when this stranger (a very cute stranger, but still a stranger) came up to you and asked about your book; you just showed him the cover and put your headphones in. Ricky didn’t know what to do, but just to walk away. The rest of the day he would give you sly glances whenever he walked by. You just seemed to sense it and would look up at the right moment and make eye contact with him. And every time Ricky’s face would flush, before he looked away. The next week at the mailboxes, gym, pool, and elevator the two of you would bump into each other and Ricky’s face would get red. You were really starting to feel guilty for how rude you were to him and wanted to treat him to an apology drink. That drink turned into dinner, and than another dinner and one more after that until just dinner turned into dates. And those dates turned you two into a couple. Ricky didn’t blush all the time now, but sometimes he would just get lost in his thoughts staring at you and when you feel his eyes on you and look up at him, that blush comes back.

#26 Bops your nose. It started out with you and Leyla being friends, that slowly morphed into becoming best friends. When she called you after another bad date, you were over at her house in a minutes. Layla was sitting on her sofa, trying not to cry. You pulled her into a hug and started listing all the ways any guy would be lucky to have her; while ignoring your thoughts about how you would be lucky to have Leyla. She pulled back from the hug and thank you. Leyla pushed a bit of your hair back behind your ear and leaned into you. Closing the gap between her, you kissed her. It was slow and sweet and a little shy, everything a first kiss should be. When you two pulled away, it felt awkward neither of you had kissed another girl before. You thought that maybe you were taken advantage of Leyla, someone so tough who was having a vulnerable moment. You were about to leave when Leyla bopped your nose, laugh, and pulled you into another kiss.

#aew #aew fanfiction #Excalibur #ricky starks #leyla hirsch #top girls out #my best girl ask #i answer

[keira-incognita]

A Halloween Tale

It’s the day after Thanksgiving, so I might as well talk about this past Halloween. What follows are the posts I originally made on Twitter while waiting in the Indiana Jones queue at Disneyland, which I didn’t even get to ride because it kept breaking down.

I’m gonna laugh if what finally convinces me to transition is coming to Disneyland for my monthly visits and missing that feeling of Halloween night when everyone perceived me as female.

Like, my brain has associated being called “miss” and referred to as a “lady” with being at Disneyland/DCA. And now being here in boy mode just doesn’t feel right.

I guess since I’m on the subject and Twitter may not be here much longer, and as Transgender Awareness Week comes to an end, might as well talk about Halloween.

So, I had been considering “crossdressing” for Halloween for a while. Pretty much since I started becoming aware that I was probably trans. And the costume I most wanted to wear was a witch.

I didn’t want to just “dress as a girl” for Halloween like some cis guys (and trans eggs) do. And I didn’t want it to be a joke either. Also, I prefer doing traditional Halloween characters and monsters for costumes. Thus, a witch was my costume of choice.

My partner and I had already had plans for the DCA Halloween event. It was like a week or so before, and we hadn’t really done anything about costumes. Much to my surprise, it was actually her that brought up that she had never gone as a witch.

Now, my partner has no clue that I’m trans. She probably should though. There have been signs. But I think she’s even more in denial about it than I was. Or she’s just oblivious. Either is possible. But with her bringing up exactly what I wanted to go as, something I had wanted to to do for years…

So I was like, “I’ve never gone as a witch either.” Clarifying I meant a female witch. Meaning that I had never done any kind of drag for Halloween and that it seemed like a bucket list item to check off.

She was surprisingly fine with the idea. She had no problem with it. She was game. We would both go as witches, a coven of two. So we shopped around the local Halloween stores. I found most of what I needed there, but she had to get most of her stuff online.

I then spent the next week getting the rest of what I still needed online too. Like I said, I didn’t want this to be “obviously a guy dressed as a woman” for Halloween. I wanted to go all out. I wanted to be perceived as a woman dressed as a witch. I figured I’d still be seen as a trans woman because I can’t see me passing for cis at this point, but I would be happy with that.

I forget exactly what I said to her about how I wanted to look for the night, but she went along with everything without any real fuss. It was odd but reassuring how cool she was with the whole thing.

So, I already had the witch dress, hat, thigh high striped stockings, and a makeup kit with black lipstick, eyeshadow and nail polish. I had a belt from another costume and a pentacle pendant from my Wiccan phase in my younger days. My hair is already super long so a wig was not needed.

There were a few other things I needed to get online to complete the look: some makeup and brushes to help conceal my five o’clock shadow, some kind of purse or handbag to carry things so I didn’t have to bring my regular backpack. And a bra.

I ended up getting this tank top that was also shape-wear with a built-in padded bra. I created some homemade breast forms by filling some dress socks with stuffing, like you use in plush animals. It worked out pretty well actually.

So, a few orders online and I had everything I needed. I painted my nails, for the first time, the night before. I didn’t do too bad a job, but I wish they had been longer that week. And I kind of miss the painted nails. I left the polish on for a few days afterwards l, and I really just want to paint them again

I got up early the day of to get ready. Again, I was going all out. I wanted people to see me as a  trans woman dressed as a witch for Halloween and not as a male crossdressing. Or at least for them to be a little unsure. So that meant shaving.

Now, I shave my face normally so that was no big deal. But for this, I shaved my chest, shoulders, arms, hands, underarms and calves. I didn’t need to shave quite this much, but I got a little excited and carried away. I also really enjoyed not having that body hair for the first time since puberty, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t shave anymore after that day.

After shaving and showering, I did my makeup. I have never done this before other than trying some lipstick as a teen. I had watched a few tutorials online and tried the best I could. The results weren’t great but they weren’t bad either. I wish it concealed the shadow better and was less pale, but it would do.

I did what I could with my hair, trying to make it a little more feminine than I usually do. I had the shapewear on, all padded up. I finished up the accessories and voila. I was a witch. And it was pretty awesome. Gender euphoria was achieved that night for sure.

The event itself was a blast. People complimented the costume. Most people, especially cast members, treated me as a woman. I got called “miss” and things like that. People mostly referred to the two of us as “ladies.” It was great. I actually got what I wanted to happen that night. People saw me as a woman and treated me accordingly.

I still used the single occupant bathroom though because there was no way I was using the men’s room how I was dressed and felt much too uncomfortable to use the ladies’ room. Although I probably could have used the latter without incident.

There were two highlights to the evening. The first was when we were getting a photo op taken, the photographer asked us if we were witches from Hogwarts. I responded, “No. Definitely not.”

The second and best highlight was when we went through the trick or treat trail in Avengers Campus. That was where Agatha Harkness was (the witch from WandaVision and Marvel comics). And she was excited to see two fellow witches come through after a constant stream of superheroes and Disney princesses. She was an absolute delight. She asked us what spells we had been casting and I told her “Candy summoning,” while holding up my overstuff trick or treat bag. Super fun interaction.

And that was more or less the evening. I’ll post more if I think of anything I have forgotten or have any further thoughts. (Note: I did not post any follow ups on Twitter but might here)

The only real down side was my partner kind of being the only one to make a point of using male pronouns to refer to me. Don’t break the illusion! Play along, dammit! I’m not sure if there were any bad intentions behind it, but it felt unnecessary for her to do it. I’m sure it confused some people.

And that’s the end of the original post from Twitter. I have edited it somewhat here, added some bits. I know there’s more I could probably talk about. This was my first time fully dressed up as a woman, in private or in public. So a momentous occasion to be sure. And now every weekend when I go out, especially back to Disney, I find myself wanting to be dressed like this, minus the Halloween theming.

#transgender #trans woman #Halloween #witch #gender euphoria #keira incognita