#░▓╳┊: ROSES IN BETWEEN HER THIGHS ── AESTHETIC ! ┘

[cythena]

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ CLOSER

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " i just can't leave you alone "

synopsis . . . choso is so infatuated with the shy girl from his forensics class. his hobbies outside of school make it so easy to get to know more about her but he just wants to get closer to her.

warnings . . . college au, ghostface!choso, reader is very sick in the head, dubcon, dark content, reader has longish hair but the texture can be in whatever way you want, breeding, slapping, hair pulling, bdsm (not with reader), choking, breaking n entering, stalking, porn, choso is a huge creep, voyeurism

notes . . . 2.7k words, 10 minute read, a little longer than usual. this is not not sum light but iykyk. so proceed with caution if you're concerned.

his eyes are attached to every movement you make. it could be anything. you clicked your pen, your head slightly tilting to the left, your sigh after glancing at the clock. he noticed it all. he loved it. it was the way he passed his time at 10 in the morning. unfortunately, this was the only avaliable time for this class but fortunately for choso, it was the same time you picked.

you were a dream; pouty lips and doe eyes fit your soft face. then he could drag his eyes down to your chest, admire your waist, and fantasize about your hips. he had an hour of time with you, albeit a table away from you, but still. for an hour, he memorized every feature he could to save later for his sketchbook.

he would arrive early just to see you walk in, and sometimes you would walk past his seat. on those days, he would catch a whiff of your delicate perfume. it was sweet vanilla, soft. you'd think it would fit you. you looked very sweet, with your hair styled with bows and a large collection of skirts. your voice rose in pitch whenever your existence was acknowledged by others.

but choso's seen you. he's really seen you — in such a raw state that no one had the faintest clue about it. you're very forgetful, leaving your curtains open like you wanted him to watch. you were such a tease. your room was true to your aesthetic. he watched you open up your sanrio decorated laptop and settle into your lush bed. from his angle, he could see the screen with you.

you leaned against your pillows as your fingertips moved naturally to a website. the sight excited him to the core and he started spinning his various rings around his fingers. he wasn't dumb, he knew you would get lonely. but he wasn't sure what site you were on. nevertheless, he was so interested in what softcore video caught your eye. you weren't into the dirty stuff. you liked it clean, amateur for sure.

to his surprise, your video was nothing of the sort. a masked man pulled on the bare girl's chain. her skin was red and dripping. a grin spread across her lips as the huge man slapped his cock on her face. your hand was already between your legs. your pajama top had the first few buttons popped open while your other hand palmed your tit.

choso's cock hardened at the view. your lips parted as you played with yourself. he was eager to join you, but he stopped himself — forced himself to burn the moment into his memory. the priceless sight needed to stay with him forever.

the woman and the video was tossed onto the bed. the camera propped in front of her face but a majority of the man was visible. his upper body towered over her as a large hand left bright marks onto her ass. her face contorted in pleasure. choso wondered how your face really looked now. he wanted to hear your sounds.

your thighs clenched together around your hand. your shoulders caved in and your entire body shook. choso's breath quickened. the man in the video wrapped his hand around her neck. he yanked her against his chest while keeping her pinned by the waist.

you quickly pressed a hand over your mouth while your eyes shut. chills racked through choso's spine. he wasn't sure he blinked until you were settled in your bed again and your laptop was shut. his hand clutched the neck of his shirt, now feeling warmer than before.

he took a moment to gather himself. his legs felt like jelly. he sank down to the grass outside your window but stared at your windowsill. the small window of light shining on the grass suddenly snapped off. you finally shut the curtains and he knew it was time to go. standing up, he felt an odd warm feeling in his pants.

looking down, he could barely see the faint glistening on his dark pants.

"fuck..."

that was months ago. over time, he's felt closer to you. you've shared so many intimate moments together, unknowingly. in his mind, you've consummated your love on numerous occasions. but it still wasn't enough. he wanted to really touch you.

he wanted to kiss you and caress your hips. in the same thought, he imagined his knuckles rubbing against your scalp as he pulled your hair back. he knew you would love that. your dirty searches told him many secrets. they helped him collect so much information about you.

there were a few attributes those videos shared. they were nasty, dirty, spit and cum covered those girls entirely. those girls were treated like a personal pets to serve those men. but the one that was in every single video, no matter the genre...those men were always masked.

even the nights you decided to take a softer route, the man's identity was unknown. it seemed you had a strong taste for the mystery. he's never seen you take a second glance at any video with a man's face.

he was so proud to know this about you. he watched you walk past him every day and all he could think about was how you would feel if he was the man and you were his to use. you'd be a toy he could never get tired of. he's felt a cord attach the two of you ever since. it was made of the secrets you shared.

the videos started getting more intense, more bloody and brutal, and your orgasms became harsher. this video had the man forcing himself into the unsuspecting girl's room. the man covered her mouth to stop what choso assumed were her loud moans.

choso watched your heaving chest. you're such a sick freak, he thought but he wondered...if watching it made you cum so hard, then would experiencing it be even better? an unknown and unexpected man having his way with you. he cock ached with the desire to climb through your window and test your theory.

you were much earlier today, choso had barely arrived and settled in to wait for you when you walked in. he was sliding his rings on his fingers again when he heard your footsteps. you looked so adorable. you wore a white tank top with a cute bow decorating your cleavage and a brown skirt. you were so effortlessly pretty in his eyes.

your perfume was different today too. you must've run out of your vanilla pearl. he loved the scent so much he went a bought a bottle to remind him of you. he'd spray it on his shirts every night. this new scent was fresh, floral. it was so light and refreshing. the charming mixture of flowers was irresistible. it lingered around him.

"excuse me, choso, would it be alright if i moved to sit with you? i'm sorry, i just wanted to see better."

you nervously tugged on the strap of your bag. your index and thumb toyed with the cat pin on it. the smile forced itself onto his face. he hoped it wasn't scaring you. there was no stopping the joy of hearing you say his name.

"yeah, that's alright." he even pulled the chair out for you to sit with him. the table had enough space for the both of you yet he scooted it a little closer to his side.

minutes of silence passed. choso had decided to entertain himself with your his sketchbook. it was his but the only thing he could bring himself to draw was you. it didn't look like that at first glance but it was you. he could draw you from his pure memory. there was you sleeping, playing in makeup, changing. one of you sitting in class caught your eye. you admired the faceless drawing.

"you're really good."

choso stopped, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. he even tried to cover some of the drawing with his palm. he could see part of your smile from the corner of his eye.

"thank you...do you wanna see more?" he offered, feeling his nerves tingling.

now you scooted closer to him. your shoulder pressed against his now. he slid the sketchbook over to the middle of you. his mind wandered and he could no longer completely focus on giving you a tour of his drawings — not when your tits were so close to him. he could ever see a little of your bra peeking out in a gap.

your nail ended up pointing to the one of you changing shirts. it was the one time you faced the window. he remembered you didn't even bother to put on a shirt again that night.

"this is the same girl, isn't it? why don't you draw her face?" you asked.

"she's too pretty, i'd never be able to do her justice."

your eyes widened, for a second you wished he was saying it about you. still, it was romantic. oh. it also meant choso had a girlfriend.

"she must be beautiful then."

you were so clueless to his affections if one could even call them that. you stared at him with what looked like stars in your eyes. he couldn't bring himself to look any further. instead, he pulled the sketchbook closer to himself and smiled at your portraits.

"incredibly."

every time choso set up outside of your bedroom window was more exhilarating than the last. it was his favorite part of the evening. it was your time together. tonight he would be doing you a favor. he felt significantly better about it knowing you'd appreciate it. he knew you better than anyone and tonight he'd proof it.

he wanted to get to you before you were ready for bed. you were in the shower for twenty minutes so when you grabbed your towel and left the room, he pushed open the window. he was careful not to dirty your clean floor as he tiptoed towards your door. he stood and waited for the water to stop running.

choso's heart raced, blood and adrenaline pumping a thousand times faster. his fingers twitched at the touch of sinking into your flesh, especially the clean skin after your shower. he ran his fingers over the textured metal and pressed against them. he was finally going to make you his even if you didn't know it was him.

time couldn't have gone by any faster. the water shut off and within minutes your footsteps came padding down the hall. he adjusted his mask in your mirror, the white ghost mask identical to the man's in the videos.

the door opened and his hand smacked over your mouth. he shoved your back to his chest and pinned you against him. he held you close, inhaling this new strawberry scent of your soap. his hand caressed the side of your hip.

"calm down," his chilling voice demanded. your breathing slowed and he relaxed as well. you stared at your reflection. this form towered over you. the towel you clutched to your chest began slipping out of your grasp.

choso steadily removed his hand from your mouth, ready to clasp it again if needed. "good girl, you can be a good girl for me. yeah, get on the bed." he patted your side and let you walk towards your bed. he stalked behind you. you turned around to face him with teary eyes. he tucked your chin between his thumb and index.

he moved your hands away from the towel and let it pool around your hips now. your soft breast filled his palm nicely. he felt like such a virgin looking at your body. it's like even when he's so close you can't help but be a little tease.

"spread, now."

you were so obedient. you followed every command like a well trained puppy. he kneeled between your spread legs, shifting the towel completely off of your thighs. your body was everything he ever dreamed of and more. he wanted a taste but this stupid mask was in his way.

he hovered over you, trapping you between him and the wall. you slapped your hand over your mouth when he snatched your neck. the mesh couldn't hide the beautiful panic on your face. your breathing quickened. he forced you to look into the droopy eyes of the mask while he unzipped his pants.

what he really wanted to do was kiss you. then, he wanted to hear his name. next time.

he didn't give you a warning when he shoved two fingers into your cunt. you squealed against your own palm — the most heavenly noise he's ever heard and it was his doing. you were at his mercy. the cold metal sent chills through your walls. he twisted and curled his fingers inside of you, pulling you closer to your finish.

he squeezed your neck enough to make your eyes cross and you go dizzy. a smile planted on your lips behind your hand. your walls contracted around his fingers and stayed tight.

he admired the strings of slick between his fingers. he needed it. he was so desperate to taste you. so he slipped his fingers underneath his mask and into his mouth where he sucked every last intoxicating drop. it seemed everything about you was sweet except that fucked up head of yours.

he yanked your legs around his waist, lining your hole up perfectly with his hard cock. the tip swept against your clit. your sensitive body reacted to every touch. he wanted you to beg for him to do something. he didn't care what it was just, beg.

he planted his hands on your waist. you clawed at his forearms while writhing. "please," you whimpered. "please, sir, i wanna feel you."

"my dirty girl." taking your breath away, he buried himself into your hole. you were so full of him it felt impossible. he gathered your wrists in one hand while slamming his cock into you.

drool dripped out the corner of your mouth stuffed with choso's thumb. you loved grabbing onto nothing and digging your nails into your own palm. you sank your teeth into your quivering bottom lip. choso laid a slap on your cheek and you moaned.

"oh! please! f-feels so good!" you gasped. moans continued to interrupt any word you could think to say. you just gave up trying to speak. he kept reminding himself that next time you'll be crying his name.

the need to feel you tighten around his cock powered him. he frantically drove himself into your hole working towards that blissful release for both of you.

he forced you further into the mattress by the neck. it was like his strength tripled when with you. it was like he was fucking a message into you. a message he wouldn't leave until he knew it was engraved in your mind.

"you're all fucking mine. all mine. say it."

"aha! yes!" you grinned. "i'm all yours!"

he dropped your bruised hands and you gripped his shoulders. your eyes crossed and rolled back into your head. your body convulsed as you tried to steady yourself with his shoulders. you felt your legs go weak and slip from his waist.

he flipped you over to your knees, his thick hands grabbed onto your waist while pushing you into the bed. it was pure instinct at this point. he brought his hand deep into the strands of your hair. using this, he made you squeal when he yanked your head back. tears fell from your doe eyes.

every signal in body told him he needed to fill you and he wasn't going to stop until he did. he let out a heavy growl with his head throw back as his cum spilled into you. he stayed inside you, forcing his seed to stay inside you.

"thank you," you breathed. choso rubbed your bruised hips and other darker spots littered across your body. he inhaled your scent again before pushing himself off of you. he watched you roll onto your side and close your eyes.

the next school day, you took your seat next to choso. you bounced into class with a bright smile. today your perfume was new. it was a sweet strawberry scent that filled his nose. he is cheeks heated up, remembering your smell that night.

"good morning choso," you smiled as you began unpacking your bag.

"good morning y/n."

choso shut his sketchbook and spread his palm over it. something you dropped clattered on the desk. looking back down, he saw one of his rings spinning around. he swept it up and slid it back on his finger.

"i knew it looked familiar but i think there was one more. could you come get it tonight?"

of course you knew. you shared every sick fantasy with him. "i'll be there tonight."

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[wandasaura]

SONG IN THE CAR

summary — wanda just wants to check that you’re not lying, but you can only keep yourself together for so long before you beg natasha to fuck you in the car

warning(s) — established relationship, married wandanat, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, daddy kink, subspace, public play, inspection kink, butt plugs, packing, strap-on usage, mentions of edging, mentions of spanking, doggy style, car sex, semi-public sex, degradation, praise, dumbification, mentions of free use, finger sucking, oral fixation, men/minors dni

authors note — i’m not even going to apologize for what this turned into because once i started i just kept adding the most unhinged things. as always, this doesn’t need to be read with the yail series but it might make more sense if it is. the ending is a wee bit rushed but i wanted to get this out for you, so i hope you enjoy!

you are in love

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

A strangled whine falls off the tip of your tongue when Wanda trails her fingers across the small of your back. The interior of the store is cold, the electric hum of an air conditioning unit almost as loud as the music that plays through speakers hidden within different vents around the clothing store. You can’t even fathom what business Wanda and Natasha have being in a shop that’s blasting brain melting pop tracks, but they dragged you inside at the first sight of the large LED letters out front. 

You’ve lost sight of Natasha, the Russian made a dramatic show of escaping toward the back wall merely seconds after Wanda dragged you over to look at a rack of denim shorts. The store was geared more toward a generation around your age, the elements of both boho aesthetic and minimalism felt almost too trendy to be authentic, but if you weren’t so… overwhelmed, to put it sweetly, you would’ve vocalized just how much you liked the style of clothes that sat folded precisely on the shelves surrounding you. 

Wanda’s hand lingered on the small of your back for longer than an appropriate second. Despite the cold store that threatened to erase all memories of the sweltering heat outside, the Sokovian’s hands were the perfect cross between just barely warm and unacceptably frigid. The longer they sat on the exposed skin of your back – the baby tee Natasha had picked out for you to wear hugging your ribs tightly and subsequently allowing both her and Wanda access to your sensitive spine – the harder it became to not envision them falling lower and lower until they found a place between your thighs for the second time that day. 

You weren’t looking at Wanda, intentionally avoiding her strong stare and focusing intensely on the white shelves that adorned the walls. You didn’t need to glance at her to feel the devilish smirk that rested across the very lips that had wrapped around your clit and left you needy only a handful of hours earlier to know that it was there and obnoxious. Natasha had kissed her in the car and claimed smugly that Wanda’s tongue still tasted of you, but neither had offered any assistance in relieving the sticky situation between your thighs. 

 When Wanda’s question went unanswered a second time, the question being if you liked anything in particular around the store, a perfectly sculpted brow rose in your direction and the attention you’d been putting on the racks of clothing became a fascination of the past. A slender finger cradled your jaw, cold against your flushed skin but not icy enough to flinch away from instinctively. The subtle gesture had forced your eyes away from the t-shirts and baby-tees you’d been meticulously staring at, and rather onto a set of twinkling green eyes. Wanda’s lips were still curved upward into a smirk, but they twinged with something dangerous as she set her gaze on your dilated pupils and permanently pink cheeks. 

“Mommy asked you a question, milaya. What’s got you so distracted?” Wanda pouts, her lips teasing and thin as they purse in an attempt to ward off a sickening grin of mischief that she wore mere seconds beforehand. She knows exactly what’s distracting you, she’d been the one to suggest this little game when Natasha decided she wanted to go shopping, but still she feigns innocence as you come undone in a disgusting public mall. 

Despite having an answer on the tip of your tongue, you can’t find the courage to share it with Wanda. There shouldn’t be any reason for you to vocalize your feelings when she’s already aware, despite her trying to break you down time and time again. Instead, you settle for something simple, and certain enough to wind her up a good deal. “Nothing.” The word doesn’t roll off your tongue as easily as you would’ve liked. It’s choppy and cuts like a dagger, but it sits lightly in the air between both of your warm bodies as Wanda takes the time to process what you’ve just said. Or rather, how you’ve just blatantly lied to her. 

“Oh, nothing’s distracting you, baby?” Wanda coos, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side as her eyes threaten to unravel the web of lies you're spinning. You don’t even have a chance to answer before she’s gripping your jaw, the pad of her thumb pressing into the hollow of your cheek while her pointer fingers sentence the other side of your face to the same fate. Her grip is tight, controlling, but not harsh enough to actually hurt. She’s mastered the art of grabbing you in a way that stuns you into submissive silence, and though you’re in public where anyone can see, she doesn’t seem to mind holding all the cards in her one-handed grip.  “So if Mommy put her hand in those pretty panties you’ve got on, she wouldn’t find a sticky mess?” 

There are two choices here, you can either deny the accusation and save a sliver of your dignity that’s waning fast as the day progresses, or you can agree with her accusation and hope that your honesty satisfies her need to be right in this moment; either choice will lead to her hand in your panties, you’re not dumb enough to believe that she’ll drop the act when you’re already this far in, but there’s still defiance burning in your belly that deceives you enough to believe you’ll walk away with the upperhand. Hastily, not thinking much of the consequences, your head shakes from side to side in the negative. You’ve decided to save yourself the embarrassment of admitting that your panties are absolutely drenched by no fault of your own, it’s entirely her fault and she knows that. The movement is little, restrained to small jerks due to the hand on your jaw, but Wanda feels it, and she quirks an eyebrow. “I need words.” She tightens her grip, forces your lips to pucker and your cheeks to ache from how her fingers sit flush against your teeth. 

“N-No.” It takes all of your strength to answer her, and even still all of your mustered up courage leaves a fierce blush sinking into the apples of your cheeks and across the tips of your ears, but a fire lights in Wanda’s eyes at your prolonged battle to remain coherent. You’ve been fighting her on decisions all day, trying to keep your head above the surface and your thoughts clear, but there’s only so much clarity in a moment like this. Nobody can blame you for falling beneath the thumb of the hottest lawyer in the world when you’re quite literally putty in her hands. 

“Oh, well then I guess you won’t mind if I check for myself, will you, detka?” You’d discussed this new kink a week ago. You’d agreed to what she called inspections with no hesitancy, though a healthy bit of embarrassment at the prospect of her being able to feel your sopping cunt whenever she pleased, but you’d agreed and even anticipated the moment she decided to put your agreement to good use. You hadn’t expected her to be so bold as to cash in on your agreement in one of the most densely populated shopping malls in the state of New Jersey, but there was no getting around it now. Still, your eyes fluttered away from hers, anxiously scrounging the small boutique style store for other customers or cameras.

Your eyes only found two figures, and one was distinctly Natasha who had styled her red hair in dutch braids before you left the house. For a second, you wondered if this had been the plan all along; to get you into a store where nobody else dared to shop because of the steep prices and violate you into submission, though you wouldn’t technically call Wanda’s premistion a violation, but… still. The only employee that stood on the floor was a smaller woman with silky chestnut hair, and she occupied a space next to Natasha against the far back wall as the two engaged in a conversation that looked to be revolving around a red bikini top your girlfriend held up to her chest. It complemented her hair nicely, would do absolute wonders for her boobs, but she had no real interest in the article if the pinch between her brows was evidence enough. 

Despite the reassurances you found, you met Wanda’s gaze again and choked out a strangled whisper, “Somebody’s going to see.” The blush on your cheeks was sheerly a factor of your mortification, but Wanda seemed to crave to deepen the sharp color on your face as the hand not gripping your face began its ascent toward your core. The flowy white skirt Natasha had picked out for you allowed her access without a fuss, and when her fingers tickled the sensitive interior of your thighs, you couldn’t help but instinctively part your legs for Wanda’s quest. 

“Shh,” The Sokovian shushed you sweetly, her hand loosening its grip on your jaw but never falling away fully. Her eyes searched yours, practically looking through you as she assured that you were okay to continue, anticipating the moment the safeword fell off your lips and all of her movements stopped. You’d never stop adoring her caution in moments like these. “Let Mommy do the thinking, sweetheart. Little girls don’t need to be worrying about anything other than their Mommy.” Her words fell onto you thickly, and a pout pulled at your lips as they sunk in. That submissive headspace all three of you adored was creeping up on you slowly, and her infantilizing words merely accelerated the process as you blinked at her slowly. 

The hand on your thigh brushed across your mound tauntingly slow, and for a second, you’d forgotten that you weren’t going to receive anything from her touch when it finally came. There would be no pleasure to spiral through your core when her fingers found a home beneath the drenched material of your panties. All that would come from her touch was embarrassment and more frustration. You gasped when Wanda’s ring trailed down the warm skin of your cunt, tracing a path downward until it fell onto your clit almost perfectly. Your hips startled at the cold sensation, but Wanda merely shushed you as the tips of her fingers sought out the source of your arousal. She hummed inquisitively, the pad of her finger pressing against your sopping entrance for merely a moment before it was gone and she was trailing strings of your wetness back up to your clit. 

“You’re so wet, utenok. No wonder you’re having such a hard time listening to Mommy. I bet it’s so hard to think when your pretty little pussy is just crying for attention.” Wanda mused mockingly, the pads of her fingers circling your clit that throbbed and ached for actual relief, but the pleasure never came. As quickly as her hand had dipped into your underwear and sought out your intimacy, they’d fallen away and resettled on your hips. The sticky thinness of your arousal smeared against your exposed skin kissed beautifully from the summer sun, and you knew she had every intention of making you walk through the mall with a patch of glimmering dampness adorning your body that you’d never have the courage to explain if someone questioned it. A deep blush settled across your cheeks, but Wanda wasn’t finished yet. Before you could reach out to her and tangle your fingers into the softness of her t-shirt, she was spinning you around and forcing your back against her chest. “Mommy’s not finished yet. Be a good girl and stay quiet while she checks something.” 

You’d almost had the chance to question her intentions before the words were stolen from between your bitten lips and the softest gasp of pleasure fell from you instead. Wanda’s fingers, still glistening with your arousal, had found a home beneath your skirt and against the base of the plug nestled deep within your ass. You’d only started trying the plugs out a couple weeks ago, but in that span of less than fourteen days they’d become something you adored and hated equally. The deep pleasure that came from constantly feeling full was insatiable and you craved it whenever Natasha pulled it out too soon, but you’ve grown to hate how every soft step shifted it against you perfectly, and especially how no matter which position you attempted to sit in it presses deeper and deeper into you without remorse. Wanda’s fingers circle the crimson red jewel framed between the globes of your ass, cheeks still pink from a spanking you’d received yesterday. The touch is soft, gentle, caring even, but when you think she’s about to pull away and end her little experiment, she taps harshly on the center plug twice, sending sparks of pleasure through your body and into your already fuzzy head. 

“So full for Mommy. Those panties are absolutely ruied, moya lyubov’.” Wanda pulls her hand out of your panties, spinning you back around in her arms and cradling you close to her chest as you shake and try to comprehend the fact that for right now, that simple touch was all you’d be getting. You’d think she almost felt an ounce of sympathy for your desperate form if she wasn’t wearing such a cocky smirk. “You’re being such a good girl, detka. Maybe we should keep you like this, huh? All full and eager to be fucked. Daddy could just bend you over anywhere and you’d take it, wouldn’t you?” Wanda preened into your ear, her words thick with lust and traces of an accent you’ve begun to memorize. You’re not sure whether to nod your head and agree, because it’s true, you’d let Natasha fuck you anywhere she wanted to right now, you’re not oblivious to the fact that she’s packing your favorite strap beneath those denim shorts adorning her toned legs, or to shake your head and beg for her to not let that happen. You’re not sure you’ll be able to survive in this state for another couple hours, let alone for however long they deem acceptable. “Huh, answer Mommy, baby. Do you want Mommy to keep you like this forever? Want to be ready to use whenever Mommy and Daddy feel the need to take you?” 

“I-I want you, Mommy.” You pleaded, shaking your head frantically at the suggestion that rolls off of Wanda’s lips like its been imprinted onto the tip of her tongue for decades. The Sokovian smirks, drawing you in closer to her chest and letting her forehead rest against yours, her deep sage eyes peering into your soul with how intensely she stares down at you. 

“You have me, baby.” She soothed your downturned lips with a gentle kiss, her touch soft and smooth yet harboring a lingerance of artificial strawberry chapstick if you thought about her taste long enough. The embrace was fleeting, entirely too short, but it had your head spinning when she pulled away and greeted Natasha who you hadn’t even noticed had come up beside you. “Come on,” Wanda patted your ass deliberately, jostling the plug just softly enough to have you hyper aware of its presence but not earning pleasure. “we still have a couple of stores to hit.” 

“I was thinking we stop by that store you like, ducky. We can see if they have any of those little pins you were talking about?” Natasha places a firm hand on your back, her eyes kind but tinted with lust that has settled deep within her stare permanently since Wanda wiggled the plug between your cheeks. There’s a hint of knowingness in her smile, an indication that she knows perfectly well what had just happened between you and her wife. 

The proposition of spending another handful of hours surrounded by incompetent strangers with no regard for others and continuous sounds that blended into static chatter didn’t sound appealing, but unless you called red, they weren’t taking you home. Reluctantly, you took Natasha’s hand, allowing the lawyer to lead you out of the boutique and toward a store much more your style. Wanda’s hand stayed firm on the small of your back as Natasha took the lead, but your focus had fallen beneath the waves as you surrendered to them entirely. 

-

A desperate whine slipped past your lips as Wanda pulled you into her chest, toned arms still warm from the sun wrapping tightly around your torso and keeping you still. The dressing room was saturated in gold plated decor and embellishments, illuminated by a chandelier framed with dazzling crystals worth more than your entire college education. Natasha had dragged the both of you into the high-end designer store with the hopes of them having their new summer collection, and much to your annoyance, they did. The bold colored suits were a powerful statement, she’d look absolutely delectable in them, but that was exactly what you were worried about. The thought of her in a suit so expensive and sleek sent tingles through your belly that couldn’t just be ignored, especially not with your already existing desperation. Wanda wasn’t blind to your frustration, and she smirked wickedly down at you the second Natasha had slipped behind the heavy fitting room door. 

“Shh, Mommy just wants to check.” She whispered against the shell of your ear, a cold hand trailing up the inside of your thigh that is absolutely drenched with arousal. Your eyes burn into hers as you both become controlled by lust, already blown pupils somehow finding additional blackness to manipulate until the color in Wanda’s eyes is entirely vacant. Your bottom lip is bitten and quivering as you feel her fingers start to massage your slick coated folds, a shaky breath at the back of your throat desperate to be unleashed. “Oh, you’re so wet sweetheart. Did Mommy do this to you?” 

You nod shortly at her question, aware of how close the tips of her cold fingers are coming to your clit every time she strokes the length of your folds, but each time they never brush against your stiff and throbbing nerve, merely coming close enough to tease before they’re gone. She circles your entrance repetitively, pressing against it only to pull away seconds later and trail her fingers back down toward the plug, but she never fully grazes that either. She’s content to keep playing with your body like a toy in the middle of the fitting room, her lewd actions have entirely drowned out the sounds of Natasha throwing different articles of clothes around in the dressing room just a few feet behind you, your focus entirely on her and the sensations she’s provoking cautiously. 

“Oh she did? Mommy did this? What a little slut, getting so worked up and Mommy’s not even touching you fully. You’re so easy, dorogaya” Wanda continues to tease condescendingly, giving you not a single second of relief as she digs her fingers harder into your cunt on the last swipe across your panties before she’s hooking her fingers into the waistband and tugging them down. 

Your eyes go wide as you look up at her fully, your shoulders tensing as she keeps tugging the soiled garment down your thighs. “W-What are you doing?” Your skirt is short, it’s flowy and it’s thin but that was Natasha’s entire goal when she dressed you that morning. You know that despite the length every intimate part of your body is covered, but you weren’t prepared to challenge the wind once you stepped outside again. 

“Color?” Wanda stops her movements, her voice soft and kind as she keeps her eyes on you. Everything before this point had been a discussion that you’d had time to prepare yourself for, but this was unplanned and admittedly terrifying, and yet your belly clenched at the prospect of her undressing you in a public space and forcing you to walk around with no barrier to catch your arousal. 

“G-Green.” You mumbled back at her once you’d taken a second to collect your thoughts and swallow your shock. Wanda nodded curtly before she slipped right back into her role, eyes hard and jaw clenched as she continued pulling your panties down before tapping your thigh in a silent demand for you to step out of them. 

“Then stop talking and let Mommy do what she wants.”  Her voice was hard, leaving no space for you to argue, but you weren’t going to. You stepped out of your panties with a gentle wince, feeling their dampness against your shins before the sensation was gone entirely and Wanda was holding them up to the light to inspect. Your cheeks flushed in humiliation, watching her fingers swipe across the soaked material before she hummed and folded them up, shoving them into her back pocket like they were just a piece of paper she’d found on the ground. “Good girl.” 

You bristled beneath her praise, but your attention drifted away from her when you heard the door unlock and Natasha’s soft footsteps came stepping out slowly. There was no question about whether she had heard the entire exchange, but you had no time to pay attention to her cheeks flush with need as you drank in the sight of her in a hundred thousand dollar suit. If your eyes weren’t already blown wide with lust, they certainly were now as you gawked at her defined biceps and breasts, the suit drowning some of her more prominent features but highly accentuating others. A rippled whine fell off your tongue as your eyes memorized the sight, but so badly you wanted to rip it off her body and drag her home to appreciate her fully. 

“P-Please.” You just barely got the plea off of your lips as Wanda sparked up a conversation with her wife, commenting on the fit of the suit before she began her shower of compliments and praise. You’d gone ignored, or maybe they just hadn’t heard you, whatever the reason for their silence toward you, it only frustrated you further. “Daddy please!” You tried again, eyes wet and pleading as you held onto the little attention Natasha was providing you as her eyes danced away from Wanda’s and found yours beneath the bright LED lights. 

“Shh.” Wanda scolded, a finger coming up to sit on your lips as she turned her head to glare at you. It wasn’t intentional, but your lips had done it anyway. The second her finger, still soft from your arousal, brushed against your lips, you’d let your tongue poke out and lick at her finger, able to identify the traces of you that clung to her skin despite how she’d wiped her fingers clean on your outer thigh. Your lips wrapped around the digit, suckling and biting sweetly as the blanket over your mind became thicker and warmer. Wanda didn’t stop you, merely returned her attention to Natasha before the Russian nodded and disappeared back into the fitting room, hopefully changing back into her own clothes. “Mommy needs that back, little one.” Wanda said softly, gently easing her finger from between your lips when it became apparent that you weren’t going to relinquish it yourself. A pitiful whine came falling off the tip of your tongue when she pulled it away, but she merely smiled sweetly and kissed the top of your head. “Come on, Daddy’s gonna check out and then we’re going to go home.” 

You shook your head, absolutely appalled at the suggestion that you’d have to wait until you arrived home to get what you wanted. The mall wasn’t far, but an hour was a long time for someone who had been teased and dragged along relentlessly since the sun had first kissed the gravel paths that weaved and winded through Westview. 

“No?” Wanda furrowed her brows, looking down at you with nothing but softness in her still black and lust filled stare. She’d dropped the condescending tone, abandoned the fleeting touches and teasing, but the only thing that would fully cure the arousal in her eyes was getting a taste of your sweet pussy. 

The words felt heavy on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t last another hour without release, and so they found their way off of your lips before you could panic about the implications of your request, “Fuck me now.” 

Wanda’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but that look of shock that claimed her strong features had quickly become something sinister as she stepped closer to you, invading your personal space and allowed you the slightest tinge of her perfume as her chest came flush with yours and she let a single finger tilt your head upward to meet her heavy stare. “Yeah? You want your Daddy to put that strap to use and treat you like a filthy little slut where anyone can hear you crying out in pleasure? You want an audience, moya utenok?” 

A whimper filled the dressing room as your thighs pressed together, your lack of panties leaving the rush of arousal to drip nowhere by your thighs as you writhed beneath Wanda. A soft nod came next, and Wanda smirked proudly, mimicking your gesture before she stepped away entirely and turned her attention back to Natasha who had only just left the dressing room with the suit thrown over her forearm. 

“Hurry up, moya lyubov’. The little slut wants her Daddy to fuck her and who am I to say no to that?” Wanda taunted, grabbing your hand and leading you back out into the store, letting Natasha check out in peace as she occupied you with whispered promises of how the Russian was going to absolutely ruin you where anyone was around to watch. 

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The only saving grace about Natasha’s car were the tinted windows that blocked out the eyes of anyone who dared to even get close to the Stingray. The seat was drenched in your arousal, thighs spread wide as you occupied almost the entire strip of leather. She’d need to clean the seats thoroughly when you got home, but for right now, neither of you cared. Your hands sunk into the cushioned row of seats as you pressed your ass out further, back arched and muscles strained as you dropped your forehead onto the window and watched with slitted eyes as your breath fogged up the glass. Wanda watched from the passenger seat, green eyes trained on your desperate form that reflected off the rearview mirror pointed downward. Natasha was pressed up against the door, shorts unzipped and hanging loosely over her hip bones as the strap stood at full attention, no longer confined beneath the stiff denim. 

Your skirt was bunched up around your hips, ass and thighs already red from various hits and spanks that the Russian had laid upon your ivory skin. She’d yet to touch you, but each hit that rocked the plug in your ass sent you reeling closer and closer to ultimate pleasure. All you could make out was white spots as they danced along your vision and intercepted the view of strangers and cars wrecking havoc in the parking lot around you. Even when a middle aged man and his wife had gotten close to the car, shopping bags in each of their hands that you could only assume was a pending return, you hadn’t focused much on what they could see from the outside. Your focus was entirely on Natasha, and yet the lawyer hadn’t done anything since bending you over. 

“D-Daddy please! I need you so bad! Please!” You cried out in desperation, back arching further as your nipples grazed the seats, your ass grinding against the strap that she refused to shove into you just yet. What she was waiting for, you didn’t know, but every agonizing second that passed was becoming longer and longer as you waited for relief to wash over you fully. Only she could get you to that point, and yet no matter how much you pleaded with her she didn’t cave. “P-Please!” A strangled cry slipped past your lips when her hand found your ass and her thumb pressed firmly on the jeweled plug nestled between your cheeks. 

“Shh.” The Russian coos. It’s the first sound that’s come to fill the car that wasn’t your own since she had aggressively shoved you into the backseat, and you greedily drink in the unspoken promise that what you want is coming soon. You have no time to prepare yourself for the intrusion of her strap as it slips between your folds and finds a home within your cunt in seconds, but you gasp so sweetly that Natasha doesn’t stop to give you a moment to adjust to the wide girth that’s splitting you open. You’ve wanted this for hours, she’s in no mood to drag your pleasure out any further, having already tested her own patience as she waited for Wanda’s silent permission to begin. You’d been oblivious to the curt nod that was given by the Sokovian, but as much as the game was in Natasha’s hands now, Wanda still held all the cards. “Do you feel that, malyshka? Feel Daddy’s cock splitting you open? Filling this slutty little pussy where anyone can see if they come close enough. I bet you’re so full. This pretty little plug has been driving you crazy all day, hasn’t it? Mommy picked out such a pretty color for you.” As the words drive you farther and farther into pleasure and submission, Natasha’s thumb presses against the plug and sends your mind spiraling downward into a sea of static energy. There’s a thick ringing in your ears that forces your mind to go blank, your hips that had been stuttering against her quick thrusts stilling as you surrendered your body to her control, willing to take whatever she gave you in this very moment. 

Natasha’s thrusts only grow faster as your moans and whines become softer and sweeter, desperation not only evident in the way your arousal soaks your thighs and the seats, but in the pitch of your moans as they fill the car and ricochet off the windows. You don’t have it in you to feel embarrassed by how loud you’re being, your only focus is taking the pleasure and not letting it slip away again. A broken cry leaves your lips as Natasha’s hand finds your clit, thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive nub as she winds you tighter and tighter. Her own thrusts are becoming choppy and quick, groans of pleasure harmonizing with yours until the entire car is just an explicit symphony of intimacy. Wanda’s eyes haven’t left you once, but you can’t see her with the way you’re bent and arched over. Natasha can, and she curses beautiful in Russian as she gives you the green light to let go. 

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum on Daddy’s strap.” She encourages gently, her thrusts growing harsher as she chases her own pleasure and orgasms with a delicate moan, though it's quickly drowned out by your own sobs and cries of bliss as you writhe beneath her heavy hands and let the coil snap in your belly. Your body shakes in the aftermath, arms giving out on you as you crash against the leather seats and subsequently pull your cunt off of her strap, the glistening material catching rays of sunlight before she quickly tucks it back into her shorts and zips them up. “You did so good for us, malyshka. So so good.” Natasha kisses the bottom of your spine, her fingers working on the plug in your ass simultaneously. Wanda maneuvered herself in the passenger seat, her hand reaching out to just barely brush against your upper back as well. “Relax for me, angel. Let Daddy take this plug out and then we’ll go home.” She talks you through the process, but nothing prepares you for how empty you feel when the metal is no longer flush against your walls keeping you full. A strangled whimper falls off your lips before it’s gently drowned out by shushing and shuffling. Natasha, unwilling to let you go through aftercare in a crowded parking lot all twisted up, opens the door and steps out of the car, nodding for Wanda to occupy a seat in the back beside you. “Mommy’s gonna sit back here with you, and Daddy’s gonna take us home. Just let go, honey. It’s all okay.” 

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes for Wanda to be sat beside you, your body curled up into her chest and void of a seatbelt. Typically she’d scold you for such a behavior, but all she does now is hold you tighter and kiss your head, promising that you’ll be home soon and there will be plenty of cuddles and kisses all wrapped up beneath the heavy blankets on the bed.

[oneforthemunny]

what is and what should never be |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part 2

prompt: you agree to go on a date with mr. munson.

part 2 of the older!eddie x reader series.

reader is of age, 25 or 26 in this story. Eddie is 42. if this isn't your thing, don't read, but everything is consensual.

contains: age gap, language, drinking, smoking, p in v sex, oral, fingering. mentions of divorce & Eddie was previously married. 18+ minors DNI I'm so serious.

Your knee bounced underneath the table, polished nails tapping against the faux-leather lined menu in your hand. Eddie sat across from you, coolly, scanning the menu over. His eyes would raise to meet yours, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips when your eyes locked, sending a blush up your neck and to your cheeks. You were thankful for the dim lights in the bar.

He'd picked you up at your apartment in his truck, extending a bouquet of red roses to you when you descended. You'd gushed over them, cheeks heating to match the flowers in your hands.

"Told you I was old school, sweet thing." Eddie purred, sending you a wink that made your thighs clench together.

Eddie took you to a bar just a little outside Hawkins. It was clear it had been newly renovated to match the rising Art Deco aesthetic, but it was nice, private.

"So," Eddie placed his menu down, looking at you carefully. "Brielle tells me you're a teacher."

You nodded. "Yeah, first grade at Hawkins Elementary."

Eddie smiled. "You like it?"

"Love it." You smiled back. "A little exhausting at times, but they're the sweetest. A good age."

Eddie nodded. "Yeah, Brie was sweet when she was that age." He paused. "Not that she's not sweet now, but... God, she's a teenager."

You laughed. Eddie shook his head gently. "Sometimes I miss when she was that age." He sighed. "I mean, at least she wasn't sneaking out, and if she was bad, I just threatened the tell Santa."

You smiled sweetly, your heart swelling. "Where is Brielle tonight?" You asked. "Maddy said she was grounded."

"She is." Eddie grumbled. "But she's at her mom's tonight. Gina usually keeps her every other weekend when I work."

You pressed your lips together, looking back down at the menu. This was the first Eddie had spoke of Brielle's mother. "How long were you two together?" You asked as nonchalantly as you could, lifting your eyes carefully to meet his. You'd hoped you weren't too obvious.

Eddie's grin told you otherwise. "A coupla years." Eddie shrugged. "We met when we were young. Had Brie, tried to stay together for her, but..."

"But?" You questioned, lifting a brow.

"But we hated each other." Eddie scoffed with a laugh. "I shouldn't say that. I don't hate her. We just... We would fight all the time. To the point where Brielle asked Santa for us to stop fighting one year."

You cringed slightly. "Oh," you gritted. "That's rough."

Eddie nodded, shrugging. There was a pause, a moment of silence that laid thick in the air between you two. "You from Hawkins?"

You nodded. "Pretty much. Moved here when I was seven."

Eddie smirked. "So not that long ago, huh?" He teased.

You blushed, rolling your eyes dramatically. "Ha-ha." You deadpanned sarcastically.

Eddie held his hands up in mock defense. "I'm just trying to address the elephant in the room, sweetheart."

You pressed your lips together, fighting back your uncomfortable grin. "I thought this was just a thank you dinner, Mr. Munson?" You challenged, playfully raising a brow. Two could play this game.

You smirked when you saw his cheeks flush underneath the light, lips twitching and twisting into a smug smile. "If that's all you want it to be, that's all it'll be." Eddie said, fingers tapping on the table. "But I am having a good time talkin' to you."

You giggled. "Yeah?" Eddie nodded. "It's been nice talking to you too." You agreed with a breathy sigh. "The last few times I've been on a date it's been..." You cringed at the memory. "This is way better, let's just say that."

"So it is a date?" Eddie asked, raising a brow playfully. The wrinkles in his forehead deepened as did the small ones by his eyes.

The waiter brought you your drinks, saving you from a response. You sipped your gin and tonic, twisting the lemon curl on the straw, peering over the glass at Eddie.

Eddie lifted his whiskey out to you in a toast. "A thank you," he said. You smiled, clinking your glass delicately against his.

***

It happened so quick.

One drink turned to two, three, four. Next thing you knew, you were pressed in the backseat of the pick up truck, not even out of the parking lot. The two of you had shut the place down, Eddie slipping into your booth after the third drink, one arm around your shoulders with you pressed to his side.

He smelled like spicy aftershave mixed with cigarettes and the whiskey. The whiskey that you could taste on his tongue now. It clouded your mind, made your head spin and swirl until your only thought was him.

You don't know what came over you. Eddie had paid the tab, walking the two of you out to his truck. He'd placed his hand on the small of your back- respectfully- to keep you steady, even opening the door for you. Instead of getting in, you'd kissed him. Hard and deep, underneath the lamp post, tangling your hands in his hair.

Now he was on top of you, forearms planted on either side of your head to keep himself above you. You were beneath him, writhing and grinding into his thigh, feet sliding the length of his calf.

"Sweetheart," Eddie breathed, pulling apart so he hovered above you. His curly tendrils fell onto your cheeks, ticking them. "This is great. Really great, but..."

You took a sharp breath in. You knew it was coming. The inevitable 'I can't do this with you'. You were stupid to think this was going to work. You knew better.

"... My back is killing me." Eddie sighed, shaking his head as he adjusted so he was knelt between your legs, still hunched in the back of the car.

You blinked. "What?"

Eddie scoffed lightly, grinning. "I'm not young like you, baby." He smiled. You smiled gently, adjusting so you scooted back into the seat. "I gotta go somewhere where I'm not so cramped if you wanna do this. How about we go back to my place? Only if you want to."

You nodded, biting your lower lip carefully. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Eddie didn't wait long after the two of you stumbled through the front door, limbs clinging and grabbing, sloppy and needy kisses to each other. You dropped to your knees in the entrance way, his hands planted on the front door behind you.

Hands fumbling with his belt as his hands found your hair as you licked his tip, one hand gripping the back of his thigh to keep you steady, and the other cupping his balls, squeezing as you rolled them.

"Fuck, baby." Eddie groaned. "Just like that. All the way. Good girl." He groaned, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. You felt another gush of wetness flood your panties, clenching around nothing as you took him deeper.

You swallowed him as far as you could, only gagging when he pushed past your throat. "You can do it. Atta girl, good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby?" Your nose brushed against his coarse hair at the base of him, eyes pricking with tears.

He pulled out of you unexpectedly, a small whimper leaving your lips. "That's a good girl." Eddie cooed, calloused fingers wiping the wetness from under your eyes. "Someone's gotta take care of you, huh? Your turn now."

Eddie had you on the couch for at least forty five minutes after. Legs over his shoulders, your nails digging into the cushions behind you as you sobbed, crying out his name as he devoured into your pussy. He was a pro, that much was for certain.

When you'd told him that, spacey from your second orgasm, he'd laughed. "Years of practice, baby doll." He'd winked, smooching the inside of your thigh sloppily before letting his fingers run through your slick, sensitive folds.

He'd finally got you into his bed, stumbling down the hallway, before you propped yourself on all fours near the edge of the bed. He'd fucked you, hard. The squelch of your pussy being filled with him echoing off the walls, mixed with whimpers and groans from the both of you.

You'd pushed him on the bed, climbing on top before you sank down on his cock. It was a thank you for the dinner, and for everything afterwards. Nails dug into his tattooed chest, brows pinched and eyes shining. You felt so full of him. The head of his cock bumped the spongey spot that made you gush, leaving your body electrified and on fire.

He could feel your walls clench again, another sign that you were close. Eddie's hands dug into the meat of your hips and ass, a low grunt falling from his chest.

"Y'gonna cum for me, sweet thing? Yeah?" Eddie whispered, your whiny response making his cock twitch. "Go ahead. Cum all over me. Soak me, sweetheart." His fingers traveled up your body, flicking and twisting your pebbled nipples.

You clenched, rhythm stuttering. "Oh, fuck," You whined, high and nasally. "I'm gonna-fuck- I'm gonna-"

Your brain blanked, eyes rolling back as you clamped down on him, leaning forward for support as he held you up. Eddie smirked, moving you so you were on your back, his dick never leaving you.

"'M gonna finish up, alright? I'm close." Eddie whispered, pressing lazy kisses up and down your neck. You could barely register what was happening, sensitive and starry eyed still as he thrusted in you.

"You're such a pretty little thing, aren't ya?" Eddie teased, nipping and sucking at your neck. The stubble of his beard rubbed against your skin, leaving it raw and chaffed, but you didn't mind. He collapsed on top of you a few moments later, breathing heavy and hard in your ear.

"Goddam, baby." Eddie rasped, chest heaving as he tied the condom off.

Your thighs were trembling, a sheen of sweat on your entire body, heat still licking every inch of you. The realization of it all came crashing in- the post orgasm clarity. Your eyes cut to Eddie, watching him smoke a cigarette next to you. He looked over, handing it over as an offering, which you shook your head.

"Good," Eddie's gruff voice said, blowing smoke in the opposite direction. "Pretty things like you don't need nasty habits like this." He grinned.

You blushed, head still reeling as your eye lids drooped. "Thanks for takin' me out tonight." You sighed. "'M glad you asked me out."

Eddie smiled. "Anytime, sweet heart."

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hey I really like your creepypasta stuff and I was wondering about general headcannons for Jane and clockwork ? Thank you!

I haven't gotten any clockwork requests yet! And i get very few Jane requests! Super excited for this one...

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jane

Very much into trad goth and romantic goth subcultures

Lesbian, she/her, 24 years old

5'8"

Her favorite band is She Wants Revenge

She lives in the manor, but she and jeff are kept far away from each other due to constant fights breaking out between the two

For a while, liu tried to help them work out their differences as a mediator, but that obviously didnt work

Jane, however, is actually good friends with Liu

She has a huge crush on nurse ann

I mean, who doesn't

Shes a very quiet person, generally

Very logical, ordered, scheduled

She is one of Sally's primary caretakers, along with Liu and EJ

Her ultimate fantasy is to have a date with her soulmate in a graveyard

Shes very interested in fashion, even designing some of her own fashion lines, but they are nothing more than sketches as she hasn't taken the time to learn how to sew yet

She's one of the very few creeps that keeps her distance from everyone else

She has a few close friends, namely, Ej and Liu, but other than that she doesn't really talk to anyone

She is polite and civil, but she doesn't go out of her way to be overly friendly

She is African American

Her proxy tattoo is on her thigh

I like to imagine her voice sounds like a deeper version of Amy Lee's

She likes having her nails done, and especially likes having acrylics with charms on them

Her favorite set (and the one she gets done over and over again) are black nails with silver crosses, pearls and chains

I feel like she has very intense PTSD from everything with Jeff, and refuses to be anywhere near fire, or men that she doesn't know for too long

And sure, it makes her work harder, but she's slaying so its not all that bad

As far as her work goes, she is normally used for spying and recon missions, as she is very stealthy, and even if she does get caught she can be very persuasive and manipulative

I feel like she would be the type of person to have very few tattoos and piercings

The tattoos she does have, they have meaning

For example, she has a rose on her left arm, and a daisy on her right arm, as these were her parents favorite flowers

I feel like she would use very high quality perfumes, like gucci and dior stuff

The best way to explain her signature scent is "expensive"

She is absolutely a boss bitch <333

Clockwork

Lesbian, she/her, 23 years old

5'6"

She's very butch <333

The best way i can explain her personality is Applejack from mlp

She's very extroverted and enjoys hanging out with people around the mansion

She wears so many flannels

Seriously. Someone needs to stop her from buying them

Flannels and blue jeans are her jam

I imagine that she smells like old spice, because she thinks all "female" deoderants smell too weak

Also, old spice fits her aesthetic better

Shes so gay for Jane

I feel like Jane would know at least a little about Nat's feelings

She wholeheartedly denies having said feelings though

She loves physical sport, and can often be found wrestling or sparring with another creep

As a result, she is tanned and buff

She has a septum ring, an eyebrow ring and has contemplated getting small gauges

Her proxy tattoo is on her shoulder

Other than that, i don't think she would have many other tattoos

I can see her having something like a star on her shoulderblade, or maybe a dolphin on her ankle, but thats about it

I would think that she's really close with Toby, Jane and maaaaybe Liu

Her proxy work normally consists of fast paced missions

If you need someone beat up quick, shes your girl

I feel like she would try really hard to be a plant person, but she just can't figure it out

She can also play the acoustic guitar

She only really plays it when Sally asks her too, though

When Sally first got in the mansion, Nat would help lull Sally to sleep by playing a song and singing softly by her bed

It really helped Sally warm up to the manor, and get comfortable living there

Ever since then, Sally and Nat have gotten really close, making Nat one of the first people she asks to play dolls with, asks to watch tv with, asks to dance with, etc

I feel like she would smoke every now and then, but its only to help calm her anxiety and she only does it when she knows there aren't any small children that could potentially be watching her

I feel like she would have BPD and maybe some OCD

[another-corpo-rat]

:3 for the smut sentence starters "you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me."

ty ty for the prompt 😘😘 tho i have to admit this one is not as smutty as i wished but hey, i like what i wrote anyways \o/ it's a pseudo follow up to Gemini in a way prompt list is here!

❛ you’re mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜ Adam Smasher/OC

At some point Adam’s giddiness at her conversion, the pride that radiated off of him like a welcoming heat, dulled. It didn’t vanish, not entirely, Victoria could still feel the fondness in his hold and the stolen presses of mandible to lips, demanding where once he merely tolerated, but something changed. Shifted.

It was more obvious now, when that hold tightened into something that could crush bone and made her HUD flash a warning of external pressure as his thumb traced a scar that didn’t exist anymore. Not truly. The threads of gold through skin was a recent aesthetic choice, a replication to make her change easier; to help her resettle into a new body distressingly similar to her own. She wasn’t sure how effective it was, but well…she hasn’t had shaky hands or glitchy visions just yet.

She huffs a needless breath where her lips work against the cables of his neck, pausing to ask; “An enny for your thoughts?” The tilt of his head is a miniscule thing, a quiet acknowledgement that she feels with where her fingers are curled against the hard line of his jaw. He furthers it with an ease in that crushing grip, thumb ghosting circles over her hip as if to soothe the never-forming bruise.

There was some irony there, that he’d be gentler with her in a body that could handle his strength.

“The princess’s,” a rebuke brews on her tongue, Michiko has long outgrown being a mere princess— “little spies found him.” It dies.

An audible clack in the space between them as she gnashes her teeth together. A stagnant heat builds in her circuitry, so hot it burns cold.

He was a horrible thing; busted jaw and crooked nose. One eye cybernetic and the organic one cloudy white, what little left of his iris torn. His hand was shaking. Thrill or adrenaline; not nerves. Not with that smile. Not nerves. A hum rose in her ears; the building charge of a tech weapon, buzzing like static or flies or—

“Victoria.” Adam’s voice cuts through, stern in demanding her attention. His free hand had moved, coiling a blonde lock around a thick finger, tugging gently until her vision unblurred after quick blinks and deep breaths.

The hand on her hip continued the soothing motions; “What do you need?”

Nothing. Everything. Too much to ask for but— but demand is instinctual, so deeply embedded it’s woven through her internal mechanisms. She wants to know why Michiko alerted him first and not her. She wants that bastard on the brink of death, suspended in limbo and agony, taken apart and pieced back together with rusted parts grafted onto peeled skin.

But what she needs…

Well, that’s ridiculously simple.

“You.”

Adam hums at her answer, and she wonders if she really needed to say it at all as he adjusts her position on his lap. Her thighs frame his hips, arms wrap loosely around his neck. There was hardly any space between them but his hand cradles the back of her head and draws her in those final inches.

A lot of things taste different now, but he’s always had that tang of bitterness that lingers on her lips for hours after. An unexpected but delightful constant that she can’t imagine ever getting sick of.

“You’re mine, Buttercup,” the mechanized croon against her lips shouldn’t be as tender as it is, not with that accompanying tell-tale click of a panel sliding open and the hard press of his cock between her legs, “and I take care of what belongs to me.”

[marilynthornhilllover]

Lucifer x human fem! reader

Name: understood?

Warning: fingering, indecent language, blindfold, , ice cubes, tied up ,NSFW, mommy kink, praise kink, master kink,

You had just came back a mission lucifer had sent you on and you were exhausted, but obviously you couldn't let her see you that way or she'd punish you. laying tired on a stool you threw back your head against the wall.

The silence was raining down on you as you slowly start to fall asleep. " y/n?" You heard a soft but dangerous voice, call your name. Swiftly standing you turn towards the voice. There she was, emerging from darkness as she stood infront of the fire-pond.

"Yes master" you asked, looking at the dark blue eyes staring at you from across the room, she was in her favorite red slik robe with bell selves. Gulping hard you bat your eye lashes . " are you tired my love?" She asked slowly making her way around the fire pit. You were breathing heavily and your positive she could hear you.

Talking a deep breath you answer before she got inpatient with you. " no master" you said bravely as you lied but deep down all you were filled with was fear. You heard her chuckle in disbelief. She walked towards you swiftly as her wings flap.

The sight was truly mesmerizing but terrifying at the same time. You felt your self suck in all the air in your lungs, just to push it out as soon as she was standing directly in front of you. You looked down not wanting to hold any eye contact with her.

She brought your chin up so you could look at her. " ok, was the mission to hard for you?" She asked her eyes filling with lust. You were lost in her blue crystal eyes, that pieced through your soul. " kinda," you replied placing both hands on her chest. She looked down on you like the prey you were.

Breathing shakily you look over her shoulders to stare into a mirror behind her. God she looked amazing from behind. " so would you like a mission that you could handle darling?" She asked bringing your full attention back to her face. You could feel your self getting wet as your core began to drip causing you to shut your thighs tight.

You were ready for anything she had planed. You nodded like a dumb slut. " ah ah ah, use your words darling" she said grabbing a fists full of your hair, pulling your head back, as she began to kiss your neck. You moaned" yes master" trying your hardest to keep your self together. She smiled against your skin. You couldn't help but shiver from it all.

" Oh and what might that be my love" she asked still keeping your head back as she sucked on your neck like a vampire. "To be fucked by my master" you mumbled between moans. Your sounds filled the room like a melody and, she was loving it. She quickly picked you up and, walked over to her chambers.

Her chamber was dark and sexy. Fire, candles, roses , swords all the things to her aesthetic. You couldn't help but spot a strap and some handcuffs as well as other toys.

She threw you on the bed as you landed with the sound of a thug. She shut the big metal door as she took her place infront you. Looking up at the creature you couldn't help but feel special. To have a nova look at you with pure lust was a once -in-a- blue moon. She leaned down and pecked your lips with a soft but passionate kiss.

It was swift but telling from the way she did it, she wanted to devour you right then and there. "Strip for me princess" she said as she put her wings away, turning into her fully human self. You quickly undid your blouse and jeans tossing them wherever. You were going to take off your bra and panties but then she stopped you.

"That I'll do" she said, she took off her robe and was left in her very own underwear. It was lace with thorn cutouts, obviously her aesthetic theme. She brought a slik blindfold to your face and looked at you. " May i?" She asked. Despite her ruthless behavior for others she awalys found a soft spot for you.

You nodded and she tied the blindfold around your eyes. Pushing you to lay back she spreads your legs open. You couldn't help but let out a gasp. You felt her body weight lift off the bed as she walked away. You were confused but you wanted her to fulfill her surprise.

After a while you felt a cold ice cube rest on your lips demanding entrance, quickly opening up you took it in and sucked on it. That's when you realized what she was going to do, but before you could protest you felt a cold cube press against your clit. You immediately arched your back moaning out. "Fuck,". She chuckled removing the pressure of the ice.

"Relax darling, just enjoy yourself" she said firmly but you could her the playfulness on her cold stern tone. Catching your breath after that sudden action it was quickly taken short again when, you felt the ice cube inter your cunt. The way the it spreaded you out, sent shivers down your spine. Lucifer was enjoying the view you were displaying to her. The coldness was driving you crazy.

After making you scream and cry she eventually stopped and got up off the bed again. She came back and tied your wrists to the bed post with handcuffs. You felt like a helpless. You tried pulling your wrist to test them, but they didn't move one bit it was almost like they were glued to the bed post.

She gently spread your legs apart, her hands very cold from the ice early causing you to shiver. " good girl" she purred, rubbing your inner thigh in a circle motion. " take a deep breath in my love" she said, you did as she asked, breathing in slowly. Suddenly that was cut short by a moan because she entered 2 fingers into you without warning.

"That's it my love, take it easy" she cooed, her cold fingers pushed far into you, spreading you out instantly. You arched your back as she began slowly pounding into you. "Fuck, master please" you moaned, tugging at your hands but it was no use.

She had no mercy with you. Watching you scream and cry out her name. "OH my fucking God. OH GOD PLEASE " you moaned, as your legs began shaking, she was knuckle length in you her curled fingers hitting your sweet spot every thrust. " oh sweetheart, not even god can help you now" she whispered in your ear. You felt defenseless.

You just closed your eyes and took it, as you were close to your high. "Look at me" she said, forcing your chin up with her hand. "If you wanna cum, you have to look at mommy" she whispered, kissing the area underneath your ear. You forced yourself into a passionate kiss with her. Both tongues fighting for dominance. She swallowed all your sweet moans, moaning back at you.

The way she made you felt was unbelievable. You never knew you could feel this way, because now one has ever made you feel such escasty. You looked at her deep in her eyes as she fucked you endlessly. Her eyes never leaving yours. Feeling you getting tight around her fingers she gaved you a slight smirk. A smirk that could end the world if it could. You felt that knot in your stomach get tighter.

" cum on mommy's fingers baby" she said in a soft tone. You did as you were told. She placed gentle kisses all over your face as she carried you through your high. You felt as if you were on top of the world. She slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper. She slowly kissed your forehead as she undid your cuffs, kissing your bruises. She pulled you into a cuddling position and laid there with you in silent. Lucifer was brutal, harsh, evil and cruel to everyone, but when it came to you was was the opposite. "Are you ok my love? Was I too hard? Did I perhaps hurt you by any chance?" She asked brushing her finger tips softly against your back.

"No I'm fine master, you made me feel special" you said hugging her tighter. " cause you are special my love" she said. She kissed you and rubbed your skin into random shapes. " new mission tomorrow at 5:00 am, can't handle it and I'll give you something to handle understood" she asked " yes master." you said getting up to put your clothes. After getting your things together .

You left her chambers smiling. Lucifer just owned you..... in a very special way. And know you belonged to her and only her...

[cycian]

If you're still taking writing requests, could we see Andreja x female captain (shocking coming from me, I know) trying to go on a "normal" date in Akila, or maybe Paradiso? But of course, these two being who they are, shenanigans are bound to happen. Whether they be serious or lighthearted shenanigans is up to where your imagination goes!

HERE COMES SARAH 'SAPPHIC PALADIN' WITH THE STEEL CHAIIIRRR

Andreja did not overlook details. She was nothing if thorough when reconnaissance came into play—nothing was ever left to chance. Paradiso had a reputation for its entertainment, quietness and safety. She had attempted to break in precisely twelve times in the last week and had only managed to get in three times. Perfect. It meant that very, very few people in the universe could disturb her and her love.

Nothing was left to chance.

Even their seat at the restaurant. Perfect view, early enough not to be overcrowded, not so early that they would be too sleepy to eat. Andreja finally let a sigh out as she relaxed in her chair, her beloved’s hand on her thigh. They would finish their meal, before heading down to swim some more. Perhaps Sarit would teach Andreja another card game, laying in the warm sands.

A perfect way to enjoy their newly forged bond.

Unfortunately for Andreja, a wrench had been thrown in the cogs, a wrench named Aja Mamasa.

Night had crept across the gentle waters and though the sunlight had faded into the horizon, fairy lights soon cast their glows as bottles of expensive alcohol came out. Andreja savored her own cocktail, raising her eyebrow at the umbrella.

“I am confused. The sun is out, my drink no longer needs the shade.”

Sarit twirled her own umbrella between her fingertips, laying her head on Andreja’s shoulder.

“It’s for aesthetics only. To make your drink all pretty.”

Andreja hummed, inspecting the small umbrella closer. Sarit plucked the umbrella from her hands, before taking her head between her hands. Although they had already discovered each other’s bodies, taken the time to map each scar life had left on them and spent long nights worshipping them, Andreja’s heart still skipped a beat as her face was cradled in her lover’s hands. She all but melted into the touch, her eyes boring into her lover’s.

The small umbrella was neatly tucked above her ear and she could not resist it. She giggled. Her dearest could be so… unserious. She loved that. And loved the lopsided, self-satisfied grin Sarit gave her. She brought her love’s face closer, her lips curling into a smile as they kissed.

“There, you’re even prettier. Now, can I get my pretty woman another drink?” Sarit took her own glass, wiggling the empty cocktails.

“I am unsure what I did to deserve you—yes, please.” Andreja hesitated, wondering if perhaps she should be a little more… adventurous. “Could you please get me the cocktail with the rhum and pineapple?”

“Oooh, party girl! A sweet drink for my sweet love, sounds good.” Sarit stole another kiss and chuckle from Andreja as she sauntered away.

There was certainly a sizeable line for the bar. But nothing that could justify fifteen minutes. Andreja discreetly patted her swimsuit. Her hidden blades were there. Good. She slid one into her palm, before making her way across the open-sky bar, her eyes scanning the dancing, mingling bodies.

She spotted her love immediately. Her back to the wall as a woman chatted her up, too close for comfort.

Andreja furrowed her brow. Sarit bore the marks of their bond—could the woman not get a hint? She strode forward. Andreja tended to curl in on herself quite a lot. Her full size could be… imposing. Not to mention that her height and broad shoulders could sometimes complicate undercover missions. But this time, she rose to her full height, rolling her shoulders back, tightening her stomach, knowing that in this swimsuit, the woman would be forced to consider her musculature before continuing to flirt with her dearest.

“Ah, there you are, ya amar.” Andreja lowered her voice. Her furrowed brows shot up to her hairline as Aja Mamasa turned around, a big smile on her face. And her hand on her beloved’s arm.

Andreja had hoped that perhaps the former Chair, Miss Morgan’s mentor, was not flirting with her Sarit. Unfortunately, she had been wrong. Horribly so. She had expected the older woman to drop her flirting upon seeing the proofs of their bonds—the rings they wore, the matching tattoos on their wrists… Aja Mamasa had noticed.

And was now also flirting with Andreja.

Her poor lover was in the same predicament as Andreja. Too respectful to shut down the woman that had had too much to drink and not enough common sense to see that Sarit wished she would be abducted by another lifeform and that Andreja was praying for the Great Serpent to call her to His side.

Under normal circumstances, Andreja and Sarit would have probably shot such a deadly glare at whomever dared interact with them in such fashion, enough to drive anyone away. But this was Aja. The woman that Miss Morgan praised endlessly and that had not hesitated to offer her support in the face of the Starborn threat.

Andreja did something she thought she would never have to do in her life. Every Constellation astronomer received a transmitter along with their watch and spacesuit. Barrett and Sam called it the ‘Morgan bailophone’. The boys had had to use it countless times, even having a shortcut to Miss Morgan’s coordinates on the main menu of their watch. Sarit had only resorted to the ‘Morgan solution’ once, when cornered with a very drunk Noel and Matteo argument.

It was her time.

She excused herself from Aja, who was halfway in Sarit’s lap. Her beloved’s eyes pleased for her not to leave her there. Andreja steeled her heart, her finger pointing to her watch. Sarit nodded solemnly.

Miss Morgan picked up immediately.

“Andreja? What’s wrong?” Andreja could hear clothes being fumbled on the other end.

“Aja is here. She is groping my bondmate. She is groping me. May I request your help?”

“Oh. My. God.” All movement ceased on Miss Morgan’s end. “You’re actually calling for a ‘Sa-rescue Morgan?’, Andreja?”

Andreja let her head hang low. She was ashamed of herself. Because she could not properly navigate a complex social interaction, she’d went ahead and disturbed a woman she most admired for petty reasons.

A throaty laugh interrupted her self-loathing.

“Ah, Andreja, I’m so glad you called. Don’t worry, I have your back. Thank you for calling, hold on for ten minutes. Help is on the way, dear.”

At least, Sarah was amused.

Andreja had expected Sarah to stride in and gently shoo Aja Mamasa away, as she had seen her deal with inebriated members of Constellation. But it seemed that her method for dealing with Aja was… different.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Andreja saw a bush rustle, a tuft of blonde hair making its way through the vegetation, before stopping right behind the stool where Aja was sat, swinging her cocktail wildly as she regaled them with a tale, one hand on Sarit’s shoulder and the other over Andreja’s waist, soaking her garbs with liquor.

“Members, down!”

Out of sheer reflex, both Andreja and Sarit ducked, stepping back to see Sarah Morgan, Chair of Constellation, clad head to toe in black, bodying Aja Mamasa to the ground, her forearm against the former Chair’s mouth as she dragged her away.

Sarit watched in awe, her mouth open. Andreja herself wondered if perhaps someone had spiked her drink as Miss Morgan raised her thumb at them, winking as she dragged away Aja, leaving tracks in the sand.

“I…Am so very sorry, my Sarit. I had meant for this to be perfect, but—” Andreja began, before lips silenced hers.

“No. You’re not doing that. You’re not spiraling. This is perfect, everything I wanted and more. We just saw Sarah body Aja Mamasa. If we were not already bonded, I would ask for another ceremony on the spot.” Before Andreja could retort, her lover’s lips were on hers again. “Best. Date. Ever”

“I suppose that the use of ‘Tactical Morgan Strike’ was entertaining.” Andreja conceded.

[nunezs-stuff]

They are bestie the first lady of Thor and the unknown God part one

Nunez and Selene aesthetic and head cannons

Nunez aesthetic:

Nunius favorite animals are cats

And she rarely shows emotion since as a young child she was told to bury her emotions down and to never show them and

Nunez's best friend and sister is Selene

As ways to pass the time should often go to the Rose maze

She's often seen in dresses she doesn't like wearing

pants she often reframes from wearing them

unless she absolutely needs to

She divides people on what she feels around

them if they feel bitter and wrong and she finds

out they are that way

she'll make sure to avoid them but if they're sweet and sugary and have no plans on harming anyone she will try her best to interact with them

With Beatrix both of them get along and enjoy drinking tea together

she has trust issues and struggles to have an

open mind and she just have abandonment

issues but has anxiety of being too clingy that

doesn't really come in between her and Selene

Since she noticed that she has separation issues

and isn't quite right in the head Nunez understands that since she would probably have

some mental issues if she was forced into a marriage and

She's always has a cold and stoic expression around the other gods

and also she sacrificed herself to stop the Adam and Eve cycle

She was named the unknown God

She was resurrected and reborn as a god when

She has all of her clothes and accessories and

Also her has many skirts and dresses and etc etc

Furniture in pastel colors she is isn't a fan fan of Poppy and bright colors she thinks it's too much

Her favorite anime and game is

Danganronpa her favorite character is chiaki she can really relate to her and she always

wanted a normal life but she acknowledges the fact she can never have one

Also if she had the chance to destroy all the evil she would but she acknowledges the fact that evil can be born and made

Now onto the likes and dislikes

Dislikes

She isn't a fan of clothes that show a lot of skin

and doesn't really like see-through dresses

unless it's just the sleeves also she hates eating

rice that isn't fluffy and also she hates Thor believe me she's had times where she just wants

to throw him off a roof but he's much bigger

than her though so that kind of puts her at a

disadvantage and she hates that but also there's

certain foods she just can't stand she doesn't

like eating mac and cheese either and she

doesn't like eating octopus sticks she honestly

hates the taste sure she likes wearing fashionable corsets but she really does

hate when men stare at her chest like what's so special about a woman's chest

she hates spiders and any type of bug not going to lie she's even pulled a gun on a cockroach

Likes

She loves wearing dresses and emo type of fashion she's a fan of striped socks she enjoys walking outside in the Colder Weather so she doesn't have to worry about mosquitoes or flies she loves spending time with her father she enjoys eating rice balls are Japanese rice cakes she also likes eating Donuts and her favorite meal is breakfast

now to aesthetic and clothes

She loves the emo and Victorian style and also

has a collection of necklaces and chokers and

also has jewelry and rings she's also a fan of corsets necklaces and hair pins and ribbons and really likes the thigh highs and

She also big ruffled dresses

She's also very interested in necklaces hair pins and corsets

Selene aesthetic

Selene was the first lady of Thor but she never loved him and also she's cheating on him with Hercules

Her favorite way to pass the time is to either play

dress up with Nunez like doing each other's hair

picking out each other's outfit for the day and

also planning things to do for each day so

neither of them grow bored and go find a

butterflies or redesign everything in the manner to piss off Thor✨jK girl boss✨

Her best friend is Nunez Cipher she grew and

attachment to her she only wanted someone that could understand her and be

willing to help Selene with her Mental Health

She adores the Victorian aesthetic but her

favorite color was purple she had everything in

purple black and gray she's always around

Nunez rarely do they separate from each other

because of her separation anxiety and home life

she fears that one day if she leaves Nunez alone she'll find her dead

All she wanted was someone that could

understand and help her with her Mental Health

She enjoys spending time with her family even if there's tension

She would definitely find out that some of her older family members disapprove of her friendship with Nunez because they know who her father is and

the fact that she's a vampire when she found out

what her other family members thought of

Nunez Selene was Furious but she knew she

could not do anything about it other than avoid

them and make sure that Nunez does not

interact with them unless necessary

She acknowledges that she

is not completely right in the head but she is no fool

As a way to get things off her chest when she's away from Nunez and Selene writes letters and writes in her diary

The character that I think she kin's

Mikan they both have similar pasts and Selene

Is also a fan of Danganronpa and also she loves to watch Steven universe it really

Inside note

She she would snap and break down and scream after

finding out what happened to Nunez she

understood that Nunes would do anything to kill

the evil in this world but sacrificing herself was

just too much for Selene she became a frantic

and screaming a mess throughout the time that

Nunez was gone even her brother Hazel could

not approach her without being pushed away

everyday she couldn't go a single minute

without screaming or having an emotional

breakdown until one day one of the valkyrie

sisters visited her she was just going to tell them

to go and tell one of them mentioned about

Nunez being Resurrected and was now a god

she was so overcome with joy she immediately

ask and requested to see Nunez when she finally

got to see Nunez after so long she would cry but not because she was sad because she was happy

Now on to dislikes and likes

Dislikes

She hates being separated from

Nunez also she doesn't like when she's forced to

attend a dinner with Thor JK she hates him she

isn't a big fan of fish she doesn't like eating them and she hates snails the existence of them and

eating them she hates spiders and any creepy crawly bugs she also doesn't like eating breakfast with Thor there's always a lot of tension and she really hates when he tries to make her lose that one extra pound

Now on to likes

She enjoys sleeping in and staying inside of course she will follow Nunez outside because we all know about her separation issues and she also adores roses and many other flowers she likes taking walks around the manor and changing any little detail that Thor has in it to piss him off she loves his angry expression but she knows that he will never put his hands on her if so then she has every right to divorce him and also she loves playing dress up with Nunez and having tea parties with both Nunez and Beatrix

Now on to close and aesthetic

Her wardrobe is comprised a purple black gray

Like Nunez she isn't a fan of big bright colors she

prefers more lighter and toned down colors

Selene enjoys picking out her outfits and likes to wear pants in the colder months

Selene loves the accessories of chokers and bracelets and necklaces she prefers them to be simple with a simple pattern she also loves wearing Lolita dresses it gives her a sense of freedom and she loves to piss Thor off JK girl boss

Characters that are literally Nunez and Selene

[https-furina]

just my personal rambles about how much i love fontaine utc ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

i’ve literally been bottling up my sheer adoration for this country since we started getting hints at it and teasers; i share a mild connection with france itself as french is my second language and i spent majority of my childhood between marseille and london so i was so excited for a sense of familiarity in fontaine and i was also incredibly excited for the lowkey steampunk aesthetic they gave fontaine )):

so like first things first; the archon quest??? has left me gasping, shaking, bawling, on my knees choking on tears!!! and like the best part about it is that it’s only just begun <3 my favourite thing is that with past countries, we could get a feel where the archon quest plot was going. in inazuma you recognise that ultimately you’re going against the raiden shogun and you’ll fight her before you can ask her about your sibling and in sumeru it becomes obvious that the government is the problem and you need to free the dendro archon but in fontaine? where are we going with this?

what is the prophecy truly? is it from a curse from celestia? what about furina’s status? is she just another helpless archon drowning her sorrows in trials because if she doesn’t live in that moment she’ll remember the prophecy she undoubtedly believes in, knowing her people’s sins will never be washed clean? what about arlecchino? is there actually a good motive behind her or is there going to be a hidden twist when you least expect it? how the hell are we supposed to help fontaine from submerging? and what about childe’s loss of control for his vision? i’m SO EXCITED because i have so many questions and very little answers! (who knows i might update this with more questions after doing 4.1’s archon quest)

then there’s the soundtrack!! i don’t know about yall but i’ve been going idle in absolutely every place possible just listening to the music and the ambience. i’m absolutely in love with the underwater music, i have my favourite underwater song playing in my teapot and i sit in my teapot in awe every time <3 i’m so excited for future regions’ music and how these new locations may differ from what we have now (not to mention the range of orchestra instruments hoyo included in making fontaine’s ost!)

not to mention all the species! i love the clockwork concepts (especially the dogs pfft) but also just the animals in general??? the OTTERS?! the blubberbeasts and even the seahorses, the dogs that wear silly little outfits and birds that look like they came out of pokemon aaaa <3

the flowers !! pluie lotuses that i pick every time i see them because i would kill just to have a vase full in my kitchen window <33 and the rainbow roses that look more like tulips or the lumidouce bells that are like the lovechild of bluebells and lily of the valley ): i can’t wait to see more as an ex-florist who still clings to her relationship with flowers

melusines <33 need i say more? their quest regarding elynas had me sobbing and screaming honestly, i long for more lore about them - not to mention they are such funky little genderless creatures, i aspire to be them hehe - and more quests regarding them; like i physically need melusine content or i’ll be perishing ):

character outfit designs!! everyone just looks so good i’m sorry but there isn’t a single outfit i’ve even remotely disliked yet. everyone looks amazing, hot, baking some damn goods - like we got geo taylor swift and electro lana del ray, an archon with heterochromia, some elf looking ass man who could be a dragon - or an otter, i like otter more - the wolf looking mf who wardens a prison??? magicians in thigh highs, stockings, garters and boots?! with matching bows?! AND FREMINET’S WHOLE DIVER’S HELMET ORDEAL AND COLOUR PALETTE?? i can’t i’m too in love with everyone (and all their english voice actors are fantastic too!!)

the airships being the most fun thing i have ever seen in my whole life, i routinely go on the airship at the west slopes of mont automnequi because you can see almost all of our past locations there! you can see deshret’s masoleum, the divine tree, the jade chamber and (i think) dragonspine. not to mention you get a good ass look at fontaine and some things in areas we haven’t got yet - also you can see how close celestia is to fontaine… i still remember all the theories about celestia and mondstadt (╥ ω ╥)

being able to dive out of water with fontaine characters & hydro traveler (please please please let us dive with wriothesley and neuvillette, just because they’re the first two tall characters we’ve got i’m so curious if we can)

building a relationship with berrypuff ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ proceeding to cry when we release berrypuffier and then cry again when you run into them in the wild <3 i’ve also grown attached to the dog in the ship graveyard, i go there daily to feed them chicken and i cook dishes while i’m there hehe

the dishes in fontaine!! i still cackle daily about fonta ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა oh and salsa! she’s so annoying but at the same time i love that kid hehe

i could go on for too long aaaa.. i love fontaine guys. i thought i was sad seeing sumeru finally go but i think i may cry when it’s time to leave fontaine. i’ve never been so excited for a genshin region and plot since inazuma and inazuma has always been my favourite up until now. i think the only things i’ll be excited for after fontaine is meeting the tsaritsa and khaenri’ah <3

[ghcstinthewvlls]

❀ *◦ lee siyeon. non-binary. they/them. demiromantic pansexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that athena pallas-dexicos / mae dal-nim? i think that the thirty-one year old from meteora, greece works as an art consultant for the hanging arts museum & paranormal investigator, but outside of that people describe them as leather jackets over victorian lace, the scent of petrichor and the forest floor, burgundy lips curled in surprisingly warm smiles, ouija boards on the living room table and altars to the old gods, ripped denim and platform combat boots. i hear they are mercurial & callous, but they are also known to be inquisitive & warm hearted. consider giving them a visit at their home in seal harbor apartments and get to know why they’re called the moonchild.

( and then we have this sweet baby angel demon child )

triggers: abuse, chronic illness, mental illness, self harm

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬

full name: athena circe tamar pallas-dexicos

birth name: mae dal-nim

nicknames: thena, athie

age: 31

dob: february 14, 1992

birthplace: mokpo-si, south korea

hometown: meteora, greece

occupation: art consultant for the hanging arts museum & paranormal investigator

gender: non-binary

pronouns: they/them preferred, she/her acceptable for close friends and family

sexuality: demiromantic pansexual

big three: aquarius sun, aries moon, cancer rising

𝓲 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷

height: 4’11”

weight: 102 lbs

hair color: naturally black, typically rocks an electric blue balayage

eye color: grey

build: petite and slender

tattoos: floral sleeve including belladonna, lily-of-the-valley, lavender, and roses on their right arm; ufo behind their left ear; quote as above / so below along their left shoulder

piercings: four in each lobe; right ear industrial; septum; medusa; dermal in between their clavicles

distinguishable marks: faded self-harm scars located on the insides of their wrists and legs; near crescent moon shaped birthmark on the back of their right thigh

aesthetic: leather jackets over lace, the scent of petrichor and the forest floor, burgundy lips curled in surprisingly warm smiles, ouija boards on the living room table and altars to the old gods, roses in an empty jack daniels bottle instead of a vase, dark oak furniture that tells stories of former owners and times gone by, tea leaves on saucers next to grimoires

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝔂

born in south korea, raised in meteora, greece before being relocated to manchester england, with their siblings fostered and later adopted internationally

second oldest quadruplet

speaks greek, portuguese, hebrew, korean, english, and bsl

english is their fifth language, though, so some things get stuck in translation sometimes

suffered munchausen by proxy syndrome as a child while also having their insulin withheld from them

still experiences after effects

this wasn't the only such abuse athena would experience growing up, nor the worst any of the siblings suffered by a longshot

they’ve got much of the physical abuse blocked out as a coping mechanism

type I diabetic; takes insulin injections

athena’s been seeing and speaking to spirits since they were a child

clinically diagnosed with adhd, manic depression, c-ptsd

they have all sorts of plants and herbs growing in their home, and a small, carefully cultivated poison garden on their balcony

athena collects antique oddities as a hobby

witchcraft is another long cultivated hobby

firmly believes that anything is possible

while demiromantic, athena is a sucker for tear jerker romance movies and a hopeless romantic at heart

goth scream queen in demonias

chaos incarnate

[walpu]

As an Aeon, Prima looks nearly identical to how she looks as a human except her hair is floor-length and she has a pink, six-petal flower marking between her collarbone.

Her attire consists of a white low-cut tube top, a tea-length white skirt that has a slit that reaches mid-thigh on the left side and a dark pink, a pale pink sash tied around her hips, and gold, high-heeled sandals.

Her accessories include a pair of gold earrings that resemble upsidedown roses attached to a wavy stem, a gold circlet with a green jewel in front, and a gold cuff around her right bicep.

In this house we love flowery aesthetic ❗❗❗

[ferinehuntressmoved]

◈　@knifvd　[ ⋯ ]　unprompted Ask . 　☾ ⸻　 ❛     i've  NEVER  been  kissed  before  .  like  ,  actually  ,  really  kissed ,    ❜       lux  admits  quietly  to  the  OTHER  ,  fiddling  with  the  LIGHT  flat  sheet  that  covers  the  both  of  them  ,   rubbing  her  own  legs  together  nervously  ,           ❛     i  mean  ,  um  ,  sylas  ,  he  ...  he  did  but  ,  i  ---    ❜    a  short  ,   scoff  /  laugh  from  little  LIGHT   ,   ❛      i  just  ...  i  want  a  fairy  tale  kiss  ,  you  know  ?   ❜ 

Lights bounced off around the room with little faerie lights around Caitlyn's bed for aesthetic purposes. It reminded her of twinkling starlight at night and prevented the room from being encased in darkness. Caitlyn rolled over onto her side, resting her face against her cheek and looking up at Lux who fiddled nervously with the sheet. Fingers brushed up against her thigh, squeezing it softly to try and ease her worry as she quietly listened. The idea of that man, kissing Lux, caused a little growl against the back of Caitlyn's throat. Caitlyn vowed to never let him near her again, nor anyone else who might try to take advantage of her. The growl quickly faded as she looked back up to Lux who wanted a fairy tale kiss.

Caitlyn didn't know if she could do fairy tales. Lux had this light about her, a kindness and sweetheart. Caitlyn often leaned toward the darker aspects of life; from reading books about vampires and killer kelpies to constantly seeking out the shadows of Zaun and thriving in the chaos of that realm. She knew there lingered a darker side of her, a monster that if she did not maintain control over could come out and truly hurt someone.

Still, she wanted to try and give her that. While Caitlyn wasn't a dominant person, lux wanted this and a part of  Caitlyn wanted it. Her body rose from her inclined position and brushed silver-tipped nails against her cheek. No words left her lips, save for a slight part between them. Silence whispered between their bodies, with only the soft hum of music in the background as Caitlyn brushed her fingers through Lux's hair. Beautiful, she thought to herself. Her hand slid down to cup her jawline and guided her to her.

The ambiance of the room provided a dim elegant setting. A soft scent of dragon blood and sage incense filled the room and tickled the noses. Slowly Caitlyn leaned down and pressed her lips up against Lux's. Her free hand brushed behind Lux's back and pulled her closer, leaning her head slightly to the left as she pressed her lips fully to hers. Eyes fluttered close, allowing herself to fall into the sweet kiss as her hand moved from Lux's jaw to the back of her neck. A flutter of hope, that perhaps Lux would want this, enjoy this. Perhaps... she would realize just how much Caitlyn wanted her to know the depth of her feelings.

[sugarycandies]

The Painting (Jimin x Reader)

Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Synopsis: Jimin knew that the girl Y/N presented herself as wasn't the one she truly was. He'd do anything to tear apart that facade and know who you truly were, as he was falling deeply in love with the pieces that did show of her.

Word Count: 2.5k

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It took just one glance. Just one single glimmer out of the corner of his eyes. He recognized it right away- how could he not? The way the dress just perfectly curved around her hips, adding small creases around the side. How it ended just right against the midsection of your thighs, kissing tightly against the skin, leaving little to no room. Most of all, how she carried herself in it; despite her eyes roaming around the room, she held her chin high, yet her body beautifully let loose in stark contrast. She didn’t care who’s eyes were on her, even if they were eating her up high to low. Especially if they weren’t- for all she cared about was the fact she, in herself, could appear as though she could carry herself in such an appearance.

He knew right away it was a facade; a deception she had meticulously crafted over the years. During high school, she had created this false identity. One painted in the most delightful makeup, against the tightest dresses and brightest of smiles. A portrait of aromas and attributes, wholly superficial in nature, but a comforting blanket of security. She had hated the cold that truth gave.

Jimin saw through it. Unlike the other people in the room, (especially the man she was currently finding herself flirtatiously involved with as she danced, which Jimin was quite unamused by), he knew you were simply the exhibit of an aesthetical piece. A beautiful one at that, one with lots of rose golds, pinks, and purples, perhaps one of a chameleon. Despite however many touch-ups she created to her exhibit, Jimin could see the cracks in between the strokes, underneath it another painting that remained an enigma. One crack? The way your eyes just so subtly held apprehension below the mascara underneath. The tells were subtle, but there. Jimin’s goal, meanwhile, was to satisfy the want to take his nails against the mosaic, and chip down everything she had created. He desired to watch as the paint crumbled would against the floor. Everything he could to see what lay underneath it all. What was so dastardly that you would try anything to make other people not see it?

Sophomore year of college, his curiosity began.

-✦-

“(Y/N)!” he whined, rolling his head against the edge of the couch. Sophomore year of college, and she had freshly moved into her new dorm room, a simple task in itself, but Jimin had insisted his help was necessary for it. 

“What is it now?” She replied back, lifting her head up. She was crouched down, the heels of her hands pressing against the dipping ends of a cardboard box.

“I came here to help, so please just let me.” Jimin tried, puppy eyes matching the protruded lower lip.

So far, (Y/N) had re-arranged the furniture, posted most of her wall art, and decorated her desk. Several more boxes of clothes and other things yet to be unpacked are still scattered on the floor. Yet, every time Jimin had tried to touch one, she shooed him away. Which led him to his current status, lying there watching as she did all of the work.

“It’s my shit Jimin, I’m not going to let you do it for me,” She stubbornly replied, grabbing another box as she stood, slamming it against the desk as she rummaged through supplies, she took out some books and rested them on a nearby shelf, “I told you- if you’re going to come I’m not going to let you help. Now you get to just sit there and look pretty.”

Jimin flopped against the couch and let out a small sigh. To no response, he peaked his head over at (Y/N) again, seeing as she had already returned back to unpacking. He let out another loud sigh, but nothing again. Once more he tried, this time letting out an overly loud obnoxious yawn.

“If you’re so bored go home.” She said sassily, finally turning to look over to Jimin.

“I know you want my company.” Jimin teased as he looked at her, “If you didn’t you wouldn’t of let me come at all!”

She let out a tiny laugh, one that barely escaped her lips, or maybe even a scoff. Jimin couldn’t tell. What he could tell, though, was the fact that a smile had curled up against her mouth, despite of whether she wanted to or not. As soon as it faded away, once more returning to her work, it didn’t leave Jimin’s mind. Over and over he listened to it, seeing the smile on her face in his memories. He never wanted it to fade away. It was so small, surely, but it was just a moment that Jimin knew was genuine.

A crack.

-✦-

He looked at where she stood now, talking to the man in front of her. This unknown man surely looked put together, that was no lie, but Jimin couldn’t find a single thing he liked about him. Worst of all, the hand that lay against her waist, was snaking around her lower back.

“Jimin?” A voice called, and he finally took his eyes off, turning to see his friend, Taehyung, next to him. The glass in his hand swished as he turned to see him, once more being brought back to the bar and freshly poured drinks. A moment had barely even passed.

“Yeah?” he asked, looking over to him, bringing the glass to his mouth. The sweet taste lingered against his tongue.

“Is that really (Y/N)? From college?” Taehyung asked, looking at her, “Damn, she hasn’t changed a bit!”

Oh, but she had. She was still as beautiful as she was before, and wore the same type of dresses, sure. But her smile wasn’t the same. No, not at least the ones Jimin remembered. Since that fateful first, every single one was a snapshot in his mind, as they became more and more frequent around him. This wasn’t that smile.

“Yeah. She’s the same old (Y/N) as before.” Jimin swallowed, yet this time no alcohol resided in his mouth.

“You should go talk to her, dude! It’s been years!” Taehyung knowingly nudged Jimin.

He couldn’t, even if he tried he felt as though he was glued against the velvety barstool. 

-✦-

“(Y/N)?” Jimin asked, senior year of college, knocking at her door, “(Y/N) are you home?”

No response. Jimin tried again, this time harsher against the wood in his frantic knocking. He had to get in, the fact that there was nothing only made his heart beat faster. He felt as though there was a woodpecker beating at his head, the only words of ‘no’ pulsing through it, over and over, drilling it into his mind.

 (Y/N): 

Jimin?

8:03 P.M

Jimin:(Y/N) !! What’s up??

8:03 P.M

(Y/N):I think I’ve finally gotten the courage to ask Jungkook out on a date. Wish me some goddamn luck I need it LMFAO

8:04 P..M

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This was his last chance. He had been longing for it for months, piecing and destroying the perfect way to ask you out. Throughout the years only more of her imperfections had shown, and the more it had made him grow to love her. Every prose, writing, text, anything he could think of to finally show her how she made him feel like the lightest man alive- and oh my how infatuated he was by her- was never good enough for her. Something had to be perfect, to let her know that she was beautiful to him, no matter how many cracks she had.

Only he could show that to you. He was the one that you opened up to. The perfection he wanted to give you, was seemingly no matter now. 

She walked down the hallway.

“Jimin! Did you see my text?”

“Yes- I wanted-” he stumbled upon his words, it had to be for her, how could he say it?

“He said yes.” You smiled, “He actually said yes.”

Another crack.

-✦-

“No.” Jimin said to Taehyung, so she and Jungkook hadn’t worked out. He didn’t recognize this man in the slightest. To that day he had never found the perfect words to say to her, ones that would let her be his.

“C’mon, you’ve been pining on her for what? Four years? Swoop her away from that creepy guy and talk to her!” Taehyung insisted.

-✦-

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

Jimin found himself in the eye of a hurricane. Clothes were strewn about everywhere, and she stood with tears, slowly rolling down her face in the midst of it.

A crack.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I swear.”

“Get out of here! You lied to me! You actually fucking lied to me! Do you even want me to be happy?”

Another crack.

He found himself lost for words. He knew he had been wrong. Last night, he had messaged (Y/N) a photo of Jungkook with another woman. Truly, he was just looking out for her! He didn’t know that it was his sister.

“It wasn’t a lie! I was just looking out for you.” Jimin insisted, watching as she rolled against the wall.

“Jungkook said all you’ve been doing is trying to get him to leave me!” She insisted, “That you’ve been glaring at him, finding any way possible to just see something wrong with him. It’s fucking weird!”

That wasn’t true in the slightest, he thought Jungkook was a perfectly interesting man. Sure, it had hurt for a while to see him with her when he couldn’t be, so he hadn’t been particularly kind to him, but he hadn’t been outright rude to him either. Had Jungkook been this hurt by it? Or was he overemphasizing it?

“Get out of here if you aren’t going to say anything!”

-✦-

“She wouldn’t want to see me,” Jimin said, but on that beat, he glanced once more- just a glance. Expecting to be met once more with the most perfect dress, instead, his eyes met hers. She was looking right back at him, wide-doe-eyed.

As if pulled by that glance, he found himself in the queue at the museum, looking front row-center at that beautiful painting in front of him. He stood up and walked towards it.

“Jimin, what are you doing here?” She pulled away quickly from the man, making distance.

“Uh, I’m drinking with Taehyung.” he said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is, uh” She faltered for a moment looking at the man, before seeing he had already moved away once Jimin looked over. She sheepishly looked back at Jimin with an awkward smile- not the one he had so memorized.

“You and Jungkook didn’t work out?”

The air was thick at the question, and Jimin felt bad for asking it for a moment. His heart sank, was it too soon?

“No.” she said quietly, “He was a bit of a jealous type. Plus- we both were going through some things at the time that didn’t make us the best partners.”

He looked closely at the portrait, leaning over the velvety rope. A crack.

The air was awkward, as Jimin avoided strict eye contact with her, looking back towards the bar. He noticed something he hadn’t noticed from so far away, her eyes held an extra gloss. 

“Do you mind taking this conversation outside, I need some air,” (Y/N) said finally.

As they both stepped out, the cold air was quite apparent. (Y/N) hugged herself as she looked out. Jimin the chill as well, but he couldn’t tell if the raised hair on his arms was caused by the situation or the bite of the breeze.  

“I’m sorry,” She let out after a moment, “I believed Hoseok, I didn’t even let you give your side of things.”

Jimin gulped, that was true, but he wasn’t so innocent himself.

“I wanted to look after you, yes,” He said quietly, “But I should of been kinder about Jungkook, I’m sorry too.”

(Y/N) let out a tiny scoff laugh like she usually did, but it slowly grew. Her laugh got lighter and fell forward. Maybe it was the alcohol tinted still on her lips making it happen, or the sudden relief or a burden on her shoulders. Jimin looked at her, in slight concern.

“I can’t believe I spent two years so nervous to talk to you when that’s all it took,” She gasped out, wiping her eyes, tears had begun to fall, “Wow, I’m such an idiot.”

Jimin grazed his fingernails against the painting.

“You’re not an idiot, (Y/N), you were just nervous.” He gulped, “I was too! I’ve been avoiding talking to you about it.”

“God, I was such a bitch in college, I’m so sorry,” she said again, her laughs subsiding as her eyes turned to Jimin, “How were you friends with me?”

He gulped. Slowly he dug his fingernails into the painting, feeling the paint underneath his fingertips, the canvas succumbing to his pressure.

“... I knew you weren’t the bitch you presented yourself as.” He insisted.

That seemingly left (Y/N) lost for words, and he continued to elaborate.

“You never were. I wanted to know who you truly were, and, every time we hung out I saw a bit of that. You that just liked music, the you that cared about the people close to you, the you who was too nervous to talk to your crush because you feared rejection. I saw you that really wanted to take someone on a date to the arcade or dance in the rain.” memories flooded into his brain, the things that she said to him in passing. Ones that (Y/N) was shocked to think he remembered. 

“You thought all of that about me?” She said, eyes wide.

He took the moment to feel the fingers dip, puncturing through the canvas, and he tore downwards, feeling the entire beautiful chameleon painting rip against him. And beneath?

“Jimin,” She said, “I’m, not all that good you think I am. I was an asshole.”

A sketch of a scared woman, a beautiful one still, but one who felt as though she wasn’t all that great herself. A rose, growing against her chest, shakily colored in with crayon. A painting that was infinitely better than the superficial one before it. It was artistic, different, and non-traditional. One that society surely would look upon, but one that Jimin found beautiful as it was true to herself. He saw clearly now.

“You don’t need to look like this to be ‘good’,” he said motioning to her up and down,“ he said gently, “Let’s start over, let me get to know you then, not the ‘bitch’ in college. Let me see you.”

(Y/N) shakily reached for her purse, reaching for her phone, “Let me update your number?” she smiled at him, the same one that reached her eyes that he remembered before.

“Of course, how does tomorrow at 7 sound? We can go to the arcade. I’ll text you the address.”

[vannahfanfics]

Hi! May I request a ZoNa fanfic where Nami gets protective and kind of jealous when it comes to Zoro? I've read other ZoNa fanfics where Zoro is the one who gets overprotective and while those fics are cute, I can't help but wonder how Nami would react if she has those feelings too? I would find the thought amusing since they low-key have a bit of a rivalry with each other and Zoro would definitely tease Nami to death like a smartass. 😁

Jealous Streak

Word Count: 2,200

Romance, Fluff, Humor, Jealousy

Summary: When Nami gets a little alcohol in her system, she lets loose some of her inhibitions. A few cherry blossom martinis in, and now she's getting jealous that some woman is hanging all over Zoro! And there's only one thing to do about that.

A giggle bubbled in Nami’s throat as she traced the tip of her index finger along the rim of the martini glass. The same pink mixture that smeared against her fingertip clung to her glossed lips—a pale pink mixture of sake, triple sec, and cranberry juice. When her finger hit the delicate cherry blossom petal that garnished the rim, she pinched it between her thumb and finger to lift it. Her eyes glittered as she admired it, the way the low lights of the bar played over its silky surface. Another giggle, mixed with a purr, rose up the column of her throat before spilling over her shiny lips. 

How many cocktails in was she now? Ah, did it really matter? That pleasurable buzz hummed in her blood, sang in her veins, and whirred in her nerves. Her eyes hung at half-mast, lidded as the inebriation led her into a sense of contentment. Of course, Nami could hold her liquor better than the hardest men on the seas and always retained her wits in public places; one never could tell when a knife would come flying at your back, literally or metaphorically. However, Nami would still chase that warm lull of slight drunkenness now and then, especially when aesthetic, yummy cocktails were involved. 

She slurped the last of the cherry blossom cocktail from the martini glass before summoning the bartender with a cheeky grin, a flutter of her lashes, and a sweet “Yoohoo!” 

Just as the was bringing the martini glass back to her lips, a loud, shriekish, girly laugh resounded through the bar. Such a laugh was not unheard of—women of the night frequented joints like this, all of them in various states of inebriation due to dotage by men of the sea. However, it was the direction from which the laugh was coming that gave Nami pause. She slowly turned her head, martini glass still pressed against her lips, to the northwest corner of the bar. 

There she was, her bust nearly bursting out of her corset as she rocked back and forth with raucous guffaws. Her curly auburn hair was slicked with sweat and alcohol, and strings of it that had gotten loose from the sloppy bun atop her head flopped in her ruddy face. The flagon of ale she held in her hand sloshed all over her ruby-red dress, staining it maroon. 

Nami didn’t have qualms with the women that came to these bars, whispering sweet nothings into sailors’ ears to barter for their company. A woman had to eat, and hey, she was all about women owning the rights to their bodies. No, her profession wasn’t irking Nami in the slightest. 

No, it was the fact that she was pressing that bodacious bust against Zoro’s chest and crooning vulgar promises to him. 

A smirk danced on his lips as he just looked down at her, his dark eye gleaming in the low light of the burning lamps. He leaned against a wooden support beam, one hand clutching a flagon of ale while the other had an elbow propped on a barrel next to him. He said nothing as the woman continued to literally throw herself all over him.

Oh my—is she hiking up her skirt?! Sure enough, the drunk woman planted her leg on a nearby empty stool and wrenched her skirt up to her thighs, showing off the matching red garter beneath the fluffy fabric. 

Nami normally had no problem at all with the women of the night who frequented the bars. In fact, they usually made quite pleasant conversation. However, seeing one of them plastered all over Zoro, nearly stripping herself naked in front of him in her efforts to spirit him away into the shadows? 

Oh, that made her sooooooo jealous. Were she and Zoro in a relationship? Not in the slightest. Nevertheless, the fire of envy burned deep in the pit of her belly. The martini glass splintered in her hand as she curled it in a crushing grip. Ignoring the indignant cries of the bartender and the liquor dripping from her hand and the burn of the alcohol in her wounds, she rose slowly from the barstool. 

And she made sure that woman could see every single salacious swing in her hips as she sauntered right up to one Pirate Hunter Zoro. 

“Oh? What’s this?” The first he’d spoken in the presence of the woman all night, and not even to her. The purr rumbling in his throat made the woman scrunch up her first in distaste. 

“Who is this?” The woman’s tone was purely accusatory.

Nami replied to her disdainful sneer with a purr matching that of Zoro’s, one that made the woman’s lips curl down nearly off her face. 

“Why, I’m the one he came here with,” Nami answered matter-of-factly. “Who are you? Have you even bothered to give him your name, or did you go straight to slobbering all over him like the sloppy bitch you are?”

“Excuse me?” the prostitute shrieked. It was so high in pitch that it nearly burst the glass of the lanterns burning around them.

Nami kept that placid, nearly manic smile plastered on her lips as the woman pulled up her skirts and stomped over to her. Her high heels clacked on the uneven, ale-slicked floor, making her drunken gait even unsteadier. Nami straightened up as the woman sized her up—her great endowments pushing up against Nami’s as she did so, much to the delight of the gathering crowd of men. 

“Did you not hear me, or are your ears between your legs, just like your brain?” 

Before the argument could escalate any further, Zoro began laughing—like, really laughing. He tipped his head back as resounding cackles shook his entire body. They were so hard that they shook the wooden beam upon which he was leaning. The two women just gaped incredulously at him while he laughed for nearly a minute straight. However, his laughter eventually faded into chuckles. 

“All right, Nami,” he finally said between breathy chuckles. “Put away the claws.” 

“What? You came here with her?” the woman gasped in affront. 

Zoro quirked an eyebrow at her. 

“Well, you didn’t give me much time before you were, ah, slobbering all over me,” Zoro responded with a smirk.

The woman sniffed, hiked up her skirts again, and promptly stamped away.

Nami watched her go, that fire still burning bright in the pit of her belly and not dulling until the woman had seated herself in the lap of some lurid sea captain currently drinking his weight. It was only then that the jealous flames in her belly dwindled to slowly burning embers, allowing her to finally turn to face the still-smirking Zoro. 

“Feel better now?” he inquired, his brow still raised. 

Now that her task was accomplished, the shame rushed in to wash away the fleeting sense of satisfaction. Nami opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again while she struggled to contrive some semblance of a believable explanation for her actions. An assassin in disguise? A swindler who would get Zoro into a compromising position and then rob him for all he was worth? A jilted lover looking for recourse? Ah, that was a good one, actually—wait, whose lover? Damn it, there goes her plan. 

“Nami?” 

She didn’t want to look up, at first. However, he said her name again, and it was like a siren song. She slowly raised her head—but she hadn’t entirely lost her wits to that sultry pout of his, and so she was sure to make sure that the pout on her lips was especially prominent. As was the smirk splayed over his face, flashing his white teeth and making the pink of his scar stretch. 

“Nami… Could it be that you’re jealous?” he asked. 

“No,” she lied. Yet, for once in her life, her silver tongue did not avail her.

Zoro just hummed, a low sound in his throat that had a pleasurable shudder traveling up Nami’s spine. 

“No?” he parroted, then clicked his tongue. He perched himself upon a nearby barrel, legs spread as he reclined his weight back on his hands. He knew damn well that made his pecs and washboard abs all the more prominent, but did he know just how much Nami wanted to rake her pretty manicured nails over those rigid muscles and make him hiss in pleasure? 

Damn… How much alcohol was in those cocktails?

“I think you are,” Zoro refuted, followed by a rumbling chuckle.

Nami thought her pout had been pretty good, but his blatant challenge had her bottom lip jutting out even more. 

“There’s nothing to be jealous about now,” she protested weakly. She immediately knew that she’d said something wrong because his eyebrow went shooting up his forehead, and his dark eyes illuminated with mischievous delight. 

“Oh, so you were jealous.” 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“Oh, but you did.” 

Nami stamped her foot in frustration, prompting another bark of laughter from her crewmate. Ugh, the way his pecs bounced slightly with his laughs. He would be the death of her at this rate.

Zoro suddenly leaned forward, crowding Nami’s personal space in a matter of seconds. But she damn sure wasn’t going to retreat, not from an obvious challenge and not from the man that was currently driving her crazy in the best way. So she just stood there, arms crossed over her chest and trying not to think about anything but maintaining her sulky pout. 

“Aw, why the sour face?” he hummed. Fuck, even the way he tilted his head ever-so-slightly was sexy enough to have her weak in the knees. 

“Look, if you’re going to bitch at me for chasing off your lay, would you just get it over with already?” she grumbled. She didn’t know how much more of this she could stand. The alcohol was enough to make her head swim; with her trying to riddle out why she’d been bothered enough in the first place to get all hot and bothered over this made it feel like her head was stuffed to the brim with cotton. 

“And deprive myself the pleasure of your pouty face?” Zoro purred. He tipped his head a little further. When he pinched her chin between his thumb and index finger to tug down, pulling her mouth open, a gasp slipped from her—and that made his grin stretch even wider. “No… If I’m going to bitch about anything, it’s that you didn’t show me this cute little jealous streak of yours earlier.” 

Nami wanted to pull her bottom lip back into her mouth to chew on it, but Zoro kept constant pressure on her chin, making her seem like some kind of fish out of water gasping for breath. Not an inaccurate comparison, for “floundering” was definitely a word she could use to describe herself right now. A bashful smile slowly came to her face, and then she meekly asked, “You like it?” 

“I do,” he confirmed. He brought his face closer, so tantalizingly out of reach. “So much so that I’m almost tempted to bring that wench back just to see you get all hot and bothered again.” 

“Don’t you dare.” The snarl jumped out of Nami’s throat like a rabid dog. When Zoro barked out a laugh, she could smell the pungent bite of the ale on his breath. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other; impatience was nearly eating her alive. “Zoro—” 

He finally closed the distance between them to smash his lips to hers. A possessive growl rose in Nami’s throat, and her hands were on him—grabbing at his shoulders, running up his neck, tugging at the roots of his close-cropped hair, running back down to his shoulders again. Their lips were a maelstrom, swirling and crashing in a battle for dominance. Zoro grunted when Nami playfully nipped at his lip, then pushed forward to hungrily devour her, slipping his tongue into her mouth to greedily tangle with her own. The heady taste of him finally got Nami to submit. Like her blood had been turned to sweet alcohol, a tingling rush swept over her. Her knees buckled, making her stumble forward into the space between his legs; he eagerly grabbed her hips to pull her flush against him, not relinquishing his claim on her lips for a second. 

“Fuck,” he gasped when they finally broke apart. He was flushed, the skin of his face all the way down to his chest the same coral pink as the cocktails Nami had been sipping on earlier. “Been wanting to do that all night.” 

“And how many nights before?” she teased. She couldn’t go long without having some sort of upper hand. 

“Drink with me a little while and maybe I’ll tell you,” he answered with a roguish grin. 

Nami bit down on her kiss-swollen lip to hide the pleased purr dancing on her tongue. Maybe there was some merit to having that jealous streak after all… Guess she would have to get back to those cocktails and find out.

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[jobean12-blog]

Pitching a Tent

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,568

Summary: You and the team go on a camping trip together and you get stuck sharing a tent with Bucky. 

Author’s Note: This is for @aesthetical-bucky 1k challenge and the continuation of the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles and the super fun prompt sent in below. For the challenge I had the prompt- enemies to friends/lovers: camping trip and you’re forced to share a tent with (Bucky) and then the smutty prompt- “are you wearing underwear?” Congratulations my beautiful love! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤

Warning: Fun teasing, flirting, fluffy fun, implied sexy times ;)

The tent pole pops out of the fabric and nearly takes your eye out. Letting go a string of curses you flail around in a huff. “Having some trouble, doll?” Bucky taunts, standing over you with a smirk. With a frustrated groan you stand, poking him in the chest. “Are you offering to help or just enjoying my suffering.” He picks up one of the poles and bops you on the head, “nope, definitely not gonna help,” and walks off with a laugh.

You grit your teeth, ready to stab him with the pointy end but Clint’s boots block your way. “Hey kid, need some help.” Looking up you frown, but it quickly turns into a smile when he gives you his own goofy grin. “That would be great thanks! Bucky basically came over here to make fun of me then left.”

Clint’s grin only grew, his eyes twinkling with something you can’t quite place. “What?” you ask, watching as he starts picking up the pieces of the tent. “Nothing. You two are oblivious is all. Hand me that pole, please.” You hand it over with a raised brow, blowing out a raspberry before saying, “if by oblivious you mean he’s an asshole then yea.”

With a shake of his head Clint continues building the tent, doing it far more quickly and efficiently than you ever could. “Wow,” you say, standing back and looking over the perfectly balanced tent. “Thanks, Clint! At least someone was nice enough to help me!” You shout the last words in Bucky’s direction, his head swinging your way. “Well it’s a good thing. You would have never been able to do it yourself.”

Clint can no longer contain his laughter as it rings out over the campground. “Oh man, so funny,” he mutters as he walks away. You narrow your eyes at Bucky, sticking out your tongue. He waggles his eyebrows suggestively and does the same back, your face scrunching up in shock. “UGH!” you say, not noticing when Steve leans over in Clint’s ear, whispering something that makes them both grin deviously.

The rest of the day goes by peacefully and you enjoy the beautiful sights and sounds of the woods. You manage to avoid Bucky for most of it. After dinner you head down to the lake to cool off with a swim. Ridding yourself of your clothes you walk into the refreshing water wearing only your underwear and bra, sighing at how good it feels.

You’re so caught up in the relaxation of your surroundings that you don’t hear Bucky quietly enter the water. It isn’t until he has his hands at your sides, tickling you and effectively scaring the life out of you that you know anyone is there. You scream loud enough to draw over Nat and Clint, the two of them going from terrified to annoyed. “I’m gonna drown the both of you if you don’t cut this shit out!” Nat yells over the water then stomps off, Clint hot on her heels.

“Nat’s not gonna be able to drown you because I’m gonna do it first,” you shout, trying your best to push Bucky under the water. It’s no use of course as he laughs and easily holds you back. “Nice try doll, but you might want to work on your take down a bit.” With that he dunks you one more time and strides out of the lake. You seethe, watching as the water drips down over his neck and chest. You don’t know if you’re angrier at the fact that he managed to scare you or that you’re staring because he looks so damn delicious.

Darkness finally descends on the campground and you and the rest of the team are huddled around the campfire, roasting marshmallows while Tony complains. “You should have let me buy a camper. Then we could have done this and gone to bed in style.” Steve throws a marshmallow at his head, tsking as he says, “that defeats the purpose Tony!” You laugh while trying to unstick your fingers from the marshmallow on your smore, finally deciding to just lick it off. You feel someone staring and look up to see Bucky’s eyes on you. His jaw is clenched, and he looks almost angry, so you just chalk it up to him being his usual jerky self. Throwing him a smirk you lick your lips.

It’s after midnight when everyone finally shuffles off to their tents. Nat and Clint, Tony and Pepper, Steve and Sam and then you and Bucky are left glaring at each other. “Oh, hell no, Barnes, you can sleep outside,” you say, going into the only empty tent left and starting to zip it closed. He barges through, “no way y/n. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

You look down at the sleeping bag and although it’s giant there is only one. “Then you have to sleep outside the sleeping bag!” You stomp your foot with authority, and he laughs. “We’ll see about that.” Huffing and puffing you get yourself ready for bed, all the while very aware of Bucky’s closeness.

Once you’re under the cover and comfortable you sneak a glance his way just as he’s taking off his shirt. He starts to take off his pants and you screech, “what are you doing Barnes?” Giving you a cocky smile, he replies, “what does it look like, baby, getting ready for bed.” His pants are off in a second and he’s now standing in his boxer briefs.

You swallow hard and try to look away but can’t seem to bring yourself to. He lays down next to you, above the covers as promised and grabs his book. “Sleep tight, doll.” You mumble goodnight and turn over with a sigh. You’re not sure how much time passes before you start shivering but you can’t seem to stop.

“Are you cold, y/n?” You were hoping he was asleep already. “No, I’m fine,” you lie, curling into yourself. The next thing you know he’s getting into the sleeping bag and pulling you into his chest. At first you protest, pushing away from him with a grunt. “No thanks, Buck.” He doesn’t listen, tightening his hold on you and whispering into your neck, “don’t fight me, doll. You can’t freeze all night. Your feet are like ice.”

Giving in you go limp in his arms, finding it hard to fall asleep now that his warm body is so close to yours. You wiggle around to get comfortable and you hear his breath hitch, the low rumble of a growl vibrating through his chest. Ignoring him you cuddle closer, the feel of his hardness against your ass making you stifle a moan. You finally relax, the comfort of his strong body lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Bucky’s arms are still curled around you and your legs are tangled together. “Morning baby,” he murmurs, stretching his arms. You do the same, your oversized shirt riding up above your bum. Bucky immediately stills, his thigh brushing against your bare skin. “Are you wearing underwear?”

His question is barely audible over your heavy breathing, the air thick with tension as he runs his metal arm up your thigh. “Um. They were still wet last night after my swim in the lake, so I didn’t wear any to bed.” He rolls you over, caging you under him and between his arms. “Are you telling me you’ve been without underwear this whole time?”

You shake your head yes, unable to speak now that his thigh is nudging between your legs. “Fuck,” he growls before leaning down to kiss you. The very moment your lips brush to his you hear the zipper of your tent. Bucky jumps off you and throws the cover over your bodies. “Morning you two!” You hear Sam’s chipper voice before you see him poke his head into the tent. “Hurry and get up, Tony’s hungry and is already starting to yell about taking everyone out to eat. We have to get breakfast ready and we need all hands-on deck.”

He smiles, waiting for your reply. “Yea, yea, we’re coming Sam, get out!” Bucky throws a sock at his face which works better than expected as Sam wrinkles his nose in disgust and quickly leaves. “Fucking hell, he has the worst timing.” You giggle then blurt out, “but I thought you couldn’t stand me.” Bucky quickly moves back to you, taking you into his arms.

“Quite the opposite doll. I really like you a lot. It’s just easier for me to be a pain in your ass than actually tell you. I didn’t think you could ever feel the same way.” You straddle his waist, winding your arms around his neck. “Well, you’re wrong. I do like you. A lot.” His thumb brushes against your cheek and he leans in for another kiss only to be interrupted once again by Sam yelling outside your tent.

“Don’t make me come in there again! Hurry your asses up.” Bucky rests his forehead to yours and sighs, “I guess we have to go help with breakfast.” You tuck some hair behind his ear. “Yea, I guess,” you reply with a light laugh, then perk up, asking, “hey, so what are you doing later?” His grip on your waist tightens and he gives you a heated look. “You.”

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[vinciwolf]

Steam

Pairing: Captain Rex x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, reader is afab, nsfw, fluff, nudity, unprotected sex, p in v

Summary: fem!reader surprises her clone lover with a sensual night in their refresher, which leads to some steamy bathtub erotica~

Notes: Dave, where is our Captain!? I need to see my boo already, please!

           You giggle while pushing the large body in front of you forward.

           “I know we’re going to the refresher,” Rex chuckles as he is carefully navigated through your apartment. “You didn’t have to put a blindfold on me, sweetheart.”

           “It’s a surprise!”

           Placing the captain in front of the refresher entrance, standing still with a grin and ready for his treat, you slide open the door and tell him to take his blindfold off.

           “Oh, babe…” Rex sighs, physically relaxing at the comforting sight.

           The room is warmly lit. With candles aesthetically placed around the tub, the tiny fires atop of the wax pillars illuminate the dim atmosphere. Rose petals float gently on top of a slowly dissolving layer of white froth. You made sure to fill the tub with hot water to insure that it would not be cold when your man arrived home.

           Rex turns toward you and shoves you into his chest with a quick, grateful hug.

           “I love it,” he murmurs into your hair.

           Kissing the top of your head, the captain lets you go and walks into the beautifully decorated refresher, then starts to slip out of his boots. Leaning against the refresher threshold, you admire your man for a while. After he yanks his shirt over his head, your eyes cannot help but roam the striped and burned skin across his back. Rex then twists and throws you a foxy smile with a wink. Rolling your eyes with a good-humored scoff, cheeks flushed, you push yourself off the wall and spin around before saying, “Give me your dirty clothes when you’re done, m’kay?”

           After a couple of minutes, dirty blacks are thrown past the doorway and the slosh of water is heard from within the refresher. You pick up the sweat stained clothes and throw them in the wash before returning to the refresher. Inside the softly lit room, the nape of Rex’s neck is leaned comfortably on the back of the tub with a damp washcloth over his tired eyes. A small indication of happiness tugs the edges of his mouth as he enjoys the comfort of the steam and heat. You patter lightly into the refresher and get on your knees. Some of your fingers ripple through the surface of the waterline as you admire the captain’s calm state.

           “You enjoyin’ yourself?” you tease sweetly.

           “Yes, ma’am,” he returns, slipping the washcloth away from his face. It disappears with a soggy plop as it is dropped into the water.

           You stand up and hoist your shirt above your head before undressing the rest of your outfit from your body. Rex admires the women in front of him, from the weight of your breasts to the curve of your legs. He even whistles after you turn around showcasing your nude self with a shy smile. When you step carefully into the bath, Rex helps guide your body down onto his. He embraces your form tightly and rubs his fingers up and down your spine once you snuggle into his chest. Despite wanting this moment to last forever, it was time for a well needed scrubbing. You help the captain sponge all the grime and sweat from his body, making sure to lather his skin with flower scented body wash, then you suggest a massage for his sore limbs. Rex groans as your hands start to pull, press, and knead his shoulders and deltoids, slowly working your fingers downwards into bigger sections of muscle.

           As you rub down his pecs, you get an idea. It was his time to relax and you wanted him to feel good tonight after never getting a change to see each other. Diving below the surface of the bubbly bath water, you take the head of the captain's member into your palm. This coerces a sharp inhale out of him and a twitch from his stomach. You clutch a little more firmly and glide down the base. His knee bends while hands grasp the rim of the bathtub with a low hiss. The captain wants you to go further by the way he whimpers and bites his bottom lip tightly, so you slowly give him what he wants and fist his cock along your palm. You can feel the shaft within your grasp pulsate against your skin. It was enticing. Leaning forward, you dip your head close to Rex’s mouth and use your own to brush along the edge of his lips.

           “You’re so beautiful,” you exhale softly, nose trailing close to the captain’s skin as you gently kiss along his cheek… his eyebrow… his forehead… anywhere you could mark with your love and affection. Then you retreat and position your entrance over the main goal.

           You lower your hips slowly down, down, down. In unison, a broken sigh croaks from Rex’s throat as he stretches his neck backwards against the edge of the tub. He can feel your walls engulf around him before the head of his cock is snuggled deep inside you. You are so soft and warm, and he is hard and straight. He wants to move but it feels too good being seated within you like this, with the radiating heat thumping against his weeping tip. The water sloshes as the captain moves his arms through the water. He takes the plump curve of your rear and holds your bottom still. His hips move downwards and his cock slides out, then he begins to penetrate you gently in rhythmic beats. Rex's eyebrows furrow. He loves the way your walls wrap around him, stretching open to fit his length. Or how the softness of your walls suddenly clamp around him when he hits your sweet spot just right. The beautiful sounds you make also turn his gears harder. You tip your head back and enjoy this sensation with repetitive cries...at the void being filled up... at your bottom being speared slowly. The waters continue to ripple against the tub as Rex's bounces you on his cock. His large fingers grip and squeeze your sides and you begin to whine louder from the pain tightening in your stomach. Rex sits up and wraps his arms around your lower half. He gives off a loud grunt into your breasts while he bucks his hips deeper. Steady hands holding your bottom tightly, he helps you ride him harder, faster, wilder despite the water protesting to spill over. It slaps along the rim of the tub violently.

           Rex looks up from your chest and tilts your chin with his knuckles. His eyes wander over your face as his thumb brushes your bottom lip. His eyes lock with yours and your heart flutters. A spark of adrenaline licks up your spin and you cannot bare to look at the captain from the hot burn flushing your cheeks. You try to restrict your emotions but it is too late for control now. You furrow your eyebrows, head falling back again, with a helpless cry from how good the cock plowing you makes your body unravel. Despite being in water, Rex can feel how utterly drenched your walls have become. Just pure slick gliding along the head and shaft of his painfully tight cock, coating him in your arousal. Pride fills his chest as he knows he's the only man who can make your pussy this wet.

           Your body shivers as your belly coils with tension and as Rex brushes his hand downwards until a palm rests on your breast. The captain gives you a firm squeeze, which prompts a light yelp from you. He travels downwards more before settling between your burning thighs. Rex gives your neck a hard spread of sensual kisses. He consumes your body, rocking in sync with you, as he pushes and massages your erected rose bud blooming along your folds. You whimper at his touch while finding purchase around the captain's back. Rex curses at this and the feeling of being buried inside you and your limbs encasing him and the energy flowing between your bodies entangled here in this exploding moment. Feeling his member tightly building up for release, Rex rams himself as far back as he can, making you cry out helplessly from the fullness. Your whole body spasms and finally everything floats away into a numbing orgasm. Hot ropes of cum flow through your walls.

           Both of you are left breathless, slumping against each other while panting heavily. The captain moves first and locks eyes with you, scanning your face up and down. Your hands brush up his sides, his pecs, his neck, and finally rest beneath his ears. The pads of your thumbs rub across Rex's cheekbones as you admire the heaving man. Sweat drips from his temple and down his brow. He looks handsome with his eyes hazy and skin glowing with post-sex flushing his cheeks. You lean your head down and meet Rex's lips with a soft kiss.

           As you shift your hips and brace your hands on his shoulders, the captain groans at the feeling of being pulled from your warmth. You too whimper at the absence and clench your pussy. Your legs ache as you stand up, the water tumbling from your body. Rex unplugs the tub and reaches for the refresher switch. He turns it on then directs his body towards you. Both of you share a sensual moment beneath the raining water running down your tired bodies. Rex rubs his hands up and down your back and through your damp hair while you are cradled inside his arms. Head resting against his shoulder, your fingertips running along his sides, you lightly hum in contentment. You love this man.

           Rex sighs.

           He is home.