#Boys dress Manufacture

[yashjain003]

A Comprehensive Guide on Where to buy Boys Suits ?

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Prabhuratan's wholesale offerings are a boon for retailers and entrepreneurs seeking to stock their shelves with top-notch boys' suits. Here are some key features that make Prabhuratan the go-to choice for wholesale purchases:

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When buying in bulk, quality is paramount. Prabhuratan ensures that every piece in their wholesale collection reflects the highest standards of craftsmanship. From stitching to fabric selection, attention to detail is a hallmark of their suits.

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Recognizing the diverse needs of retailers, Prabhuratan offers customization options for wholesale orders. This ensures that retailers can curate a collection that aligns with their brand identity and customer base.

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For those seeking to purchase a boys' suit for personal use or special occasions, Prabhuratan's retail offerings are a treasure trove of sartorial splendor. Here's why individual shoppers find delight in Prabhuratan's retail experience:

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d. Size Options: A Fit for Every Frame

Understanding the importance of a well-fitted suit, Prabhuratan offers a wide range of size options in their retail collection. This ensures that boys of all ages and sizes can find a suit that fits them perfectly.

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[kapoor91]

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[sunderwight]

SV fic where Shen Yuan transmigrates into the former sect leader, Yue Qingyuan's shizun, right before Yue Qi shows up at the selection trials.

Shen Yuan is not sure why he's in one of his all-time hate-reads, let alone why he's gone so far back before the story actually begins (his system appears to be malfunctioning? something about an error and emergency backup...?), but he's making the most of it. This despite the fact that being a sect leader is a much more prestigious and political role than he likes.

But Shen Yuan is, at heart, actually a pretty good teacher, and he's spent enough time witnessing administrative work secondhand that he can competently tackle most of his duties. Whatever he can't handle, luckily there are other masters on Qiong Ding who always seem eager to curry favor by volunteering at the least hint that they should. Apparently his predecessor was known for being kind of cold-blooded and ruthless. (Shen Yuan gets checked for possession and it's concluded behind his back that he most have lost some of his memories, again, but also everyone kinda prefers this version anyway, again.)

But, so, he picks Yue Qi at the trials without even realizing at first who he's selecting, but just because that kid seems really determined to get in and clearly has been through it. Reminds him of Luo Binghe. Even when he puts it all together, all he feels mostly is kind of bad about it? He never thought Yue Qingyuan was sufficiently villainous to merit his end, even though he didn't blame Binghe for it either. He was always a mystery, an apparently kind person who nevertheless had some inexplicable fondness for the scum villain, turned a blind eye towards his abuses, and got dragged down with him. Shen Yuan feels even worse when he actually gets to know his solemn, smiling, secretive little disciple.

Yue Qi is very determined to advance, and as quickly as possible. Shen Yuan admonishes him. Obviously this kid has a protagonist-like aura and a similar drive to get places quickly, but you can't speedrun your disciple era, Mr. Future Sect Leader! There's no montage mode! Most of his attempts at intervening meet a brick wall that is Yue Qi's impenetrable smile and polite deference if he even hints at displeasure (this kid's gonna make a great politician one day), but Shen Yuan changes tactics and starts manufacturing excuses for breaks, taking Yue Qi on him with trips off the mountain and finding reasons to stop at local festivals and hot springs and etc. He can tell something's off with the quality of frustration that his disciple sometimes expresses, with how there's fear to it, but he's at a loss for the cause and it's difficult to get Yue Qi to talk. Despite appearances, he's actually very distrustful of adults.

When Yue Qi asks to claim his sword early, Shen Yuan says no. He remember how reputedly powerful Xuan Su was, and his disciple definitely needs a stronger base if he's going to pull a sword of that caliber. But he suspects this won't go over well, and when he catches Yue Qi sneaking off to Wan Jian Peak on his own, his disciple finally breaks down and admits that he needs to get strong in order to save his most important person.

Shen Yuan is moved. The way Yue Qi speaks, he's certain this person is a young maiden whom his student has fallen in love with. Truly, the sect leader was so very similar to Luo Binghe at heart! He must have failed in the original story, and that contributed to his difficulties and sorrows later on. Of course Shen Yuan will help him rescue his sweetheart!

Even if his sweetheart is... surprisingly butch? And is a slave owned by the Qiu family, and, wait a second, that name is kind of familiar... oh.

Oh dear.

Shen Yuan is internally screaming even as he helps buy Xiao Jiu out of bondage, even as he gives Yue Qi money to get his newly rescued friend all cleaned up and suitably dressed for the trip back to Cang Qiong, even as he buys the boys tanghulu for a treat, even as the System cheerfully informs him that his new quest is to get Xiao Jiu accepted onto Qing Jing Peak, even as Yue Qi tears up for the first time when he thanks him for helping.

He can only get to sleep that night by consoling himself with the knowledge that his generation is going to retire well before Luo Binghe and The Plot actually show up.

The System: (〜￣▽￣)〜

5 Years Later:

Huan Hua Palace Master: Sect Leader, we need your help! A terrible Heavenly Demon has come to threaten the whole of human society!

Shen Yuan: That's not possible. He isn't even born yet.

HHP Master: What?

Shen Yuan: What?

[kurooh]

Hi hi!

Jumping on the brainrot train yet again. I was thinkin'...what would be the MHA boys reaction when you surprises them with a sexy version of their costume.

I think some of them might go feral 😈

🐰

OH MY GODDD WHAT IS UR BRAIN MADE OF

izuku can’t form a coherent sentence, stuttering and flushing more at the sight of you, yet he can’t stop sneaking glances when he tries to look away. “b-baby! uh, you look really really good! not just good, you look so sexy— i mean—okay! wow, it’s really hot in here isn’t it? i swear it’s because of you—” giggling, you put him out of his misery by giving him a kiss.

katsuki’s affronted, or he at least pretends to be. you’re half naked, the costume hanging off your hips and chest, begging to be ripped off. now, he doesn’t want to reveal just how flustered he is, so he critiques every part of your costume, no matter how ridiculous it is. ��see, look at that. this would’ve been a great knockoff costume if the headpieces were painted right. oh, and look at that shit right there! the manufacturer didn’t even make the panti— the shorts loose enough to replicate the real thing.” “it’s supposed to be tight on my ass, kat.” eventually he shuts up and just tears the costume off you, and absolutely will not address his fake criticism from earlier.

shoto’s pleasantly surprised to see you wearing his costume, shamelessly looking over the way the tight suit hugs the slopes and curves of your body. “my costume looks great on you. we could dress up together for halloween, hm?” knowing him, the costume won’t last until then lmaooo (he’s a real freak)

eijirou grabs your hands and jumps up and down. he’s so excited to see you wearing his costume, and he honestly feels like you’re a better looking red riot than he is. “YAY babe!! you look so beautiful, oh my god! you’re wearing it better than me, mrs red riot.” he smothers your face in kisses and works his way down your body, fighting every urge to rip the costume off you.

denki walks into the room and takes one wide eyed, slack jawed look at you in his costume. “i’m hard.” “denki! what do you think of it??” “i just said i’m hard!” “that’s not enough of an answer!” “babeeee! you KNOW how sexy you are.” “how sexy?” you’d ask cheekily, spinning to show him the backside of the costume, which leaves almost nothing to the imagination. “i’m going full chargebolt on you baby.” “what.” “spread your legs right now,” and then when he sees the disbelief and shock on your face he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “you heard me babe.”

[wisteria-lodge]

"Smallclothes"

I just reblogged a very interesting thread about historical inaccuracy in A Song of Ice and Fire, but it was doing a whole big picture thing and I didn't want to clog it up with one very small detail that just really specifically bothers me.

It's his use of the term "smallclothes." Basically, in ASOIAF smallclothes = panties/knickers.

Daario found his breeches and pulled them on. He did not trouble himself with smallclothes.

Jon’s anger flared. “No, my lord, I mean to set them to sewing lacy smallclothes."

“... before Lord Snow wets his smallclothes.”

"he looked like he was going to shit his smallclothes"

So okay. 'smallclothes' or 'small-clothes' is a historical term (from the 1700s) that means... underlayer. Here's it being used by Charles Dickens:

“Will you run over, once again, what the boy said?” asks Mr. Tulkinghorn, putting his hands into the pockets of his rusty smallclothes and leaning quietly back in his chair."

The idea being that he's casual/doesn't care and isn't bothering to dress up for his guest. not that he's in his undies. Here is a illustration from Nicholas Nickleby of a suitor who has inappropriately "displayed his small-clothes"

I've heard "smallclothes" refer to things like pocket-handkerchiefs, and anecdotally it's sometimes used to refer to knickers in linguistically stubborn places like Yorkshire, but that just is not how the word was used historically.

so okay. fine. It's a fantasy story, he's just made up his own word that means "panties."

Except NO. They straight up did not wear panties in the middle ages and renaissance. Sometimes you got loose under-breeches with a split crotch BUT - in general that long white shirt/chemise just WAS your undergarment. Think of how much easier it is to manufacture! And clean! Boxer brief type things weren't a thing until the 1900s, and modern-ish woman's panties ("step-ins") weren't a thing until the 20s, because the hemlines stopped working with pantalettes and bloomers. There are no "lacy smallclothes" like there is lacy lingerie. That only makes sense if you have industrialized clothing manufacturing!

Honestly I would have thought GRRM would be all over this, like it's kinda sexy that it's just thigh-high stocking or leggings underneath those big dresses, right? But he hasn't done that. Instead he's just ported in a modern article of clothing and gave it an old-timey name. Just a little hint that he hasn't actually properly got his head around how these clothes were made and used, and that devalues them.

And it's escaped containment! It's canon in Dragon Age, and in fanfiction I'm seeing "smallclothes" or "smalls" used to describe the underwear in in Our Flag Means Death, the Lord of the Rings, the Witcher. Just have nothing! None of these people should be wearing panties!!!!

[twstfanblog]

Hello I have a request, if you aren't doing requests please ignore this! But anyways the request is that may I have the TWST characters (especially the housewardens) and how would they react see their s/o in like traditional clothing from their world (example: Chinese traditional clothing is like qipao) Thank you so much! Have a fabulous day 💝

Qipao (Traditional & Modern) Reactions

Housewardens x Reader

Riddle

Traditional

Thinks the dress is beautiful. Even though it's loose, it still carries an air of professionalism. A perfect garment for his lovely rose. Really likes the modest nature of them.

Asks you lots of questions on the history of the garment if you know it. Ask if he could wear one as well. Just so many questions, he's pulled out a notebook to take notes.

Matching rose patterned qipao/tang suit for walks in the garden together!

Modern

WHY IS THE SLIT SO HIGH!?

Still thinks it's a very pretty dress, but he can not stop looking at the thigh slit. It compels him. Good lord, you're not even wearing tights!

Struggling to remain polite, but the dress is form fitting and you have a very lovely ass- excuse him, he needs to...be...out of the public eye.

Leona

Traditional

Jokingly calls it your fancy potato sack. Apologizes if you get actually mad at him calling it that.

Lowkey, he really likes it and does enjoy that it's still comfortable enough for you to nap with him. Half serious asks if they're pajamas.

Will start wearing Dashikis when you wear your qipao. Cultural matching ❤️

Modern

AYO-

Goes dead silent, his eyes are watching your every move. The dress is tight, the slit is mid thigh. You look good and he's pissed you're not in grabbing distance.

Tells you you can't wear that qipao outside of his room. Not even Ramshackle. Now walk closer, he's gonna...grab ya.

Azul

Traditional

Fascinated and asking questions. Both about the cultural history and the manufacturing side.

Thinks it's a very lovely dress with high marketing potential; simple yet perfect for all class levels due to the fabric and embroidery you can make with it.

Lowkey wants to gift you some more because he just likes them so much and he thinks you look elegant in them (Be his spouse please).

Modern

Honestly, it took him a hot minute to really notice. Since modern qipaos are made to be so fancy, he first started picking it apart to discern value like he does all new things.

Really noticed the silhouette and how revealing it was once he looked at the chest area and saw how tight it was.

Compliments the dress but then says he has important business to do. No, he will NOT stand up-

Kalim

Traditional

OH! You look so pretty! You always look pretty, but the qipao just makes you look EXTRA pretty like every other thing you wear.

He's breaking down the outfit by the quality of fabric alone. He pouts it's not 100% some super rare silk that only grows in 4 parts of the world in Spring during the rain on a full moon.

Whining at you and Jamil to let him make so many qipaos. He will have a literal factory up and running by mid day just to make you more of these gorgeous slips so that you're always cozy.

Modern

Nearly ruins it doing a spit take at seeing you. The boy is too stunned to speak, mouth open and getting coconut juice all over his front.

Once he snaps out of it he's all smiles again and asking you to show it off. Do a spin! The fabic is so pretty when you twirl, can you dance in it!? Come dance with him!

Lowkey just way too excited about you being in them. Fills him with some kind of energy where he just wants to hold you and spin around with you. Keeps fighting himself to not get down on one knee.

Vil

Traditional

'Oh?'

Interested in them but has his complaints (as always). He doesn't like how they hang shapeless, but the positives manage to outweigh the negatives in its function and appearance. Over all thinks its a cute house dress design and that you look nice in them.

Ends up commissioning some silk qipaos to have as lounge wear. Being comfortable, yet ready to host is an amazing new option he's gained.

Modern

'OH!?'

More complaints but it's because the dress is so sexy. It's too tight, the slit shows too much thigh, the boob window is unnecessary. He won't stop complaining but lowkey is so FLUSTERED.

He keeps tugging and picking at the outfit like he isn't pulling you into his lap to mutter into your neck all his frustrations on having such an attractive partner.

Idia

Traditional

Almost didn't really notice because he was showing you something in his game. Once he does notice he remarks on how nice you look.

Honestly, doesn't say much about it but will take notice if you wear them a lot when you go see him. He'll ask about them, asks if you really like them. He can and will buy you a bunch of them in various colors and patterns.

He does get you matching ones of your mains in the current MMO he's dragged you into. Lazy cosplaying for the win.

Modern

He took one look and froze, only unfroze because he started dying in game.

How could you do this? Why have you come into his room looking SEXY and forced him to look at you? What do you think hes gonna do???? Rip your clothes off and throw you on the bed????

He keeps peeking at you then turning away with his hair giving away just how flustered he is. Still manages to stutter out how nice you look.

Malleus

Traditional

Oh look at this. His lovely child of man is in new clothing. Please give him the entire history on the garment.

Lowkey, I think he'd really like them. It's very simple but with the potential of being super fancy just with easy fabric choices and embroidery.

Compliments you all the time when he sees you wearing one. Asks if only certain people can wear them. Do you think he'd look good in one? Just really likes them.

Modern

"...So, would you like a Summer wedding?"

This a dangerous game. He loves you so much already, but now you show him how attractive you are in tight clothing that shows off your skin? He will marry you, he will marry you so fast.

Lowkey rips it on accident, and apologies for hours. God forbid if you got one with a dragon winding around you. He honeslty got a little territorial and that's why his claws got caught on the stitching...

[ilyrafe]

after seeing so much one direction content these past couple of days, it got me thinking. one direction really was the last boyband to ever happen. no one will ever come close to what they did in only six years. it’s a once in a generation kind of thing to happen. they didn’t even win the x factor and ended up being the show’s biggest act, 14 years later.

yes, they were manufactured, but at the same time, they were the least manufactured band to ever exist in recent times. they didn’t dance, they weren’t actually meant to be a band, they got everything they had because of charisma and talent. these boys were so talented and charismatic. they didn’t really dress the same, they were working class teenagers with a dream and they did it. and it was beautiful.

after seeing their statements, it’s finally downing on me that one direction is really over and i will never see all five of them together again. 11 year old me is absolutely devastated, and so is 24, almost 25 year old me.

the fangirl in me never went anywhere, it turns out. i still have my 1d concert tickets (the only one i went to and zayn was still in the band!), my albums and dvds, books, theater tickets and every once in a while i would take them out of the box and reminisce of the good old days, never thinking i would mourn one of them so soon. i genuinely thought i would be way older when they would go.

i can’t help but feel so sad that liam’s last years were so erratic and horrible. he was hurting deeply and he deeply hurt other people, and there is no excuse for what he did. i mourn what he once was, what he could have been and how it all ended up being. i take maya’s allegations seriously and i encourage you to do the same. what she is going through right now is impossible to imagine.

for those saying they’re glad “an abuser died”, think about what you’re saying. his death helps no one. his victims will never get justice, he will not take accountability for his actions. no one will ever get closure.

for those saying they feel bad for hating or mocking him, you really should. he was called an opportunist for showing up at the boys’ concerts and yet, when harry would do it, everyone loved it.

liam wasn’t perfect, he fucked up a lot, but like anyone, he had the right to, at the very least, apologize. 31 is too young, and no one deserves to go like this.

all i think about is his little son, who will grow up without his dad. no kid should ever lose their parent, especially at such an young age. the fact that he never once exposed his son to the media (like many celebrities do) to protect his privacy tells me that he loved his boy and knew all too well the damage this exposure would cause.

i saw that some 1d songs are trending again, and as much as i would love to take the day to listen to them, it is too soon. i haven’t been able to watch friends since matthew perry died, haven’t been able to watch brooklyn 99 since andre bragher died and will not be able to listen to 1d for a while.

it’s too soon.

call me dramatic, i don’t really care. the most magical part of my adolescence has ended tragically and i am really at a loss.

for those who are conflicted as i am, take your time. it is okay to be sad he’s gone and, at the same time, feel disappointed or even angry. it is okay to mourn and, at the same time, support maya.

edit: i would also like to express my support to his parents, sisters, cheryl, kate and friends.

[snowluvvie]

the way i keep going back to ur JJ farmhand scenarios is insane. more please i beg 😭 u write him so well 😩

₊˚⊹ ♡ . FARMHAND!JJ and CALF!READER sneaking around

You peeked your head around the corner of the barn doors, eyes scanning the ground and the stacks of equipment that were lit up by the early afternoon sunlight. The peaceful noise of the farm was interrupted by a loud “RAHHH!” just as your shoulders were grabbed roughly from behind, shaking you.

With a shriek, you spun around to find JJ’s grinning and dirt-streaked face.

“JJ!” You exclaim, swatting his chest.

His hands don’t leave your shoulders, continuing to shake you around lightly as he backs you into the barn with him, your feet dragging over the dirt and bumping against the occasional object since you couldn’t see where you were going.

“How was church?” He asked, his voice tinged with mocking.

You gave a little shrug. “It was church. The bible’s the same every time, believe it or not.”

As you spoke, it looked like he was only half listening, and he was still backing you up, until your back hit hard wood. You glanced over your shoulder to find the ladder to the hayloft, and gave a soft laugh at JJ's expectantly raised eyebrows. Obliging, you turn and begin climbing the ladder, the wood rough against your fingers—you know you'll get a wicked splinter doing this one day, it's just hopefully not today.

JJ climbs up behind you and takes the opportunity to swat your ass under your dress from his place below you, a yelp falling from your lips. The sound amuses him and he reaches up to pinch you again, laughing. You scramble up the ladder to escape his prying hands, the dusty floor of the loft rough and prickly from the hay shoots littering it, and they dig into your butt and legs as you climb onto it. JJ's biceps flex when he pulls himself up to join you, clambering to hover over top of you as you scramble backwards from him, dissolving into giggles that only make him come after you more.

"Tha hell is this?" JJ yanks on the sleeve of your dress. "Vomit green?"

You sigh. "Mama says it's olive."

"It's ugly."

You laugh loudly at his words, at the way he always catches you off guard with the ridiculous things he says.

"It'd look better over... there. Buried in the hay. Forever."

You can't stave off the giggles that wrack your body as he dips his face down to your neck, nipping at your throat and pressing open-mouthed kisses to it. Your laughter dissolves into a soft, tiny moan when he runs his tongue over your skin, and JJ pulls back to tease. "I'm barely even touchin' you."

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, JJ claps his hand over your mouth. It's rough against your skin, and smells like soil and sweat, and the indignant cry you let out is muffled. His head whips up, looking back and forth like he's waiting for something.

A few moments pass before you hear it: "Boy? Y'in here?"

Your daddy.

JJ glances at your wide eyes, his lips quirking up into a smirk before he shouts down. "Yes, sir. Up here."

"Thought you brought hay down this mornin'?" Your father questioned him. You squirmed slightly under JJ, unbelievably nervous, but his hands were firm on you as he kept you where you were.

"Yeah, I did. Jus' got worried about the ventilation and thought I'd check f'mold."

"Ahhhh, gotcha. On top of it, aren't you?"

"Sure try to be!"

It bewildered you every day that JJ was doing manual labor and not working in the theatre—he lied so convincingly it shocked you every time. Not just lying, embodying. His personality with your father was totally manufactured, it didn't hold even one shred of his real self.

"Anyways, ya seen my girl around?"

Your eyes got even larger, and JJ's head snapped to look at you. The panic in your eyes was all encompassing, but his shoulders shook with silent laughter. You suddenly felt burning hot, and he felt extremely heavy and warm on top of you.

"No, sir!" He hollered down, giving you a smug look.

"Alright, then, I'll let ya get back to work. Have a good one, son."

"You too, sir!"

You hadn't heard your father approach, but you certainly heard his heavy footfalls thudding as he walked away from the barn. JJ waited a few more moments before he removed his hand from over your mouth, and the two of you looked at eachother wildly—you recognized the unmistakable look of adrenaline in his eyes. He loved this.

You smacked him on his chest for that, but he was unfazed. "You're a pig," you insisted.

"Oink oink." He mocked you, leaning in to fit his lips to yours in a kiss that became sloppy fast, his tongue sliding against yours demandingly.

His hands moved up your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh as he maneuvered you out of your dress inch by inch, keeping your mouths connected firmly the entire time. He only broke away for a moment to murmur against your lips.

"Now—let's get this god awful thing off ya."

[lynati]

(Oh, the author of this is having FUN!)

"Vance's speech, on the other hand, wasn't just underwhelming but a little uncanny. Despite using room dividers to shrink the space, the campaign could not hide that the crowd felt like a medium-sized wedding, albeit a pathetic one where no one cares for the couple. Vance, perhaps recognizing charisma isn't his strong suit, spoke briefly before bringing up a series of local citizens ready to blame Mexicans for their familial tragedies of drug addiction. He spoke for a couple more minutes, before taking the reporters' questions about cat ladies. 

"Even in his short speech, it seemed Vance — like the Trump campaign overall — is still struggling to accept that they are running against Harris and not President Joe Biden. It felt like the speechwriter had typed Ctrl-F "Biden" and replaced every instance with "Harris," whether it made sense or not. Vance accused Harris of hiding from the press with a "basement campaign." Never mind that Harris is now the young and spry candidate who can keep up with an aggressive schedule, while Trump is the tired old man who can barely campaign between naps. 

"One upside to the Vance event: There was no line to use the ladies' room. Sure, there were women in attendance, but the gender ratio felt like the guest list on Joe Rogan's podcast.

"There was one kind of diversity in this small but weirdly intense crowd. Every type of white man that gets a hasty "swipe left" on his dating profile was in attendance: 'Roided out dudes with bad tribal tattoos. Older men radiating "bitter divorce" energy. Men with enormous beards that have never known the touch of a trimmer. Skinny fascists wearing expensive suits, despite the oppressive heat. Glowering loners staring at the two women under 40 like cats watching birds out a window. 

"There's a lot of chatter in MAGA circles about how the enthusiasm for Harris is "manufactured," as if all the people bringing down the house on an early Tuesday evening in Philadelphia are phantoms instead of real people. 

"But boy, I was there, and they are very real. More than that, the contrast with the Vance event underscored the Democratic messaging about "normal vs. weird."

"The people who flooded the Temple stadium looked like any cross-section of America on any given night. There was old, young and all in-between. There were tattooed hipsters and soccer moms. There were people of every race, dressed in every which way. It could have been a crowd of people chosen at random from the streets of Philadelphia, or any city in America, really. They were brought together by the chant quickly becoming the Harris campaign slogan: "Not going back."

(The full article is longer than this, and you should give the whole thing a read.)

[adventures-in-mangaland]

Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs: Christmas Edition

I've been racing to meet my GoodReads reading goal (lol) so I haven't actually read that many festive fics. 😅 Still, I can't stay away from this fandom, so here are a few recs. Please send me suggestions so I can catch up!

You Were The Heart Of It by dear_monday

A magic spell keeps manufacturing wintery romantic situations for the boys. Great use of holiday romance tropes and love confessions. Plus Edwin being awkward.

I also loved the last chapter of their and two_ravens' wonderful fic Wunderkammer, read it for New Years feels and an appearance by the Mari Lwyd, a Welsh Christmas folk tradition.

Ghost Wine and Keepsakes by Asidian

The boys get a bit squiffy and Charles tracks down a family heirloom for Edwin. Peak gift giving fic, really touching.

The Case of the Enchanted Mistletoe by Asidian

First kiss via forced proximity and a magic mistletoe infestation. Alas, the mistletoe can only be removed via kissing and there's rather a lot of it to get through... Very cute.

The Great Sock Garter Debacle of '24 by Asidian

In which Edwin misinterprets a Christmas gift, leading to kissing and angst with a happy ending. Interesting exploration of cultural differences with a devastating side trip into Charles' canon (self-esteem gift-related) childhood trauma.

All is bright by ghostinthelibrary

Missing scene from the fantastic fic Came up from that lake of fire. Alive again over Christmas, Edwin and Charles both try to recreate each other's Christmas childhood traditions. Kitchen mishaps ensue. Wholesome.

I also really enjoyed beneath the winter snow by the same author, which is a lovely early friendship fic about the boys playing in the snow. Spot on characterisation and early-years lore.

The Christmas Wish Debacle of '23 by Leandra

Charles accidentally wishes himself and Edwin alive again via a magical Christmas decoration. Cue the boys rushing to pack in all the alive-again culture shocks and Christmas/holiday romance tropes they can before the spell wears off. Lovely post canon fic with a fun concept and lots of pining.

above all I want you to be warm by shadowquill17

Alive AU about the boys making out and exchanging Christmas gifts. This is technically part of a series about the boys going to St Hilarion's together and being boyfriends, though it can be read as a standalone. I love how enamoured they are with each other and the gift exchange is lovely.

he's perfect enough without ever dressing up by thegirlofthorns

Christmas jumper fic! Charles attempts to teach Edwin about important Christmas traditions, like hideous jumpers and reindeer. Very cute.

my snowman and me by sunnylemonss

The boys playing in the snow with some Outsider PoV from the perspective of the neighbours. Very cute and I loved the neighbour lore.

Their fic (there's no place like) home for the holidays also sounds intriguing. It's an established relationship fic and Modern/Alive AU about the boys as young adults spending Christmas with Charles' mum after his dad's death. Sounds good!

burning bright by williamvapespeare

An interesting look at the boys' very different attitudes to Christmas with a focus on lights. Really sweet.

Mistletoe by softestpunk

Short and sweet one shot about the Night Nurse and Kashi meeting again at Hob and Dream's Christmas party. Via MISTLETOE. I'm always happy to see more of Kashi and the Night Nurse getting all flustered was adorable. I ship it.

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[beloveds-embrace]

Not a request, but I’ve been thinking about the Dukedom angst au. It reminded me of how I dealt with something similar in the past.

What if, because of the mistreatment reader receives, she finds kindness and compassion elsewhere. And not necessarily in a romantic sense. She just spends almost all day every day in the village instead of in with the others.

The moment she wakes up she gets herself presentable and leaves, she doesn’t even eat breakfast there anymore (no point in doing that when Johnny intentionally messes it up anyway) but instead eats breakfast with the local baker, a kind older woman who’s more than happy to trade a hearty meal for good company.

She no longer lingers around the library as Simon silently watches, instead spending time with the family that runs the village bookstore. She’s rather fond of the children of the owners who love when she reads the fairy tale books they plop in her lap.

She no longer seeks the help of Kyle or the other staff to get her large, heavy, and fancy dresses on. Instead taking advice from the local tailor about dresses she could easily slip on by herself.

And Price, he sees her less and less than he used to (which is saying something), as she no longer sits in the gardens. Finding the flower shop in the village and the forest surrounding it to be just as (if not more) pleasant as the carefully manufactured garden at the manor.

What if the angst came from the boys realizing what they lost by pushing her away?

I feel like… I’ve answered this before? Or was it another ask that got sent twice… but anyways!! I love this idea 😭 if you can’t find love at a cold duchy, a warm village is the right answer. And all they can do is watch how you interact with them- the warmth that you once had for them, extinguished by them, now aimed at other people who had so easily and happily welcomed you when they’d shunned you </3

[itsmarsss]

Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 2 - How to Make Friends

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Meet Blitzø.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Word count: 2,415

Warnings: surprise surprise! the series is actually non-linear! Some hints of trauma regarding feeling used/objectified, a glimpse into a little more context, mentions of sex as usual, i told y’all i can be a fun writer

dividers by @cafekitsune <3

Things had been running rather smoothly at Ozzie’s before some idiot decided he could just come in.

Sneaked in, you assumed, since he didn’t seem to be accompanied, and, frankly, didn’t exactly look dressed for a fancy dinner night at Ozzie’s like other customers always were and he had the nerve to come up to you and ask for some minutes of Asmodeus’ time as if it were nothing. 

This wasn't the first time this has happened, of course- for some reason people seemed to think that speaking somewhat confidently about having an appointment would somehow distract you, the person whose job was to strictly keep track of Ozzie’s time, from… well, doing your job. 

At this point, he’d gotten past the whole ‘I have an appointment in five minutes´ thing and started trying to convince you that you had to let him talk to the Sin. 

“Uh. I don’t know what you want me to say, dude. You can’t just like… ask to see Asmodeus. It’s… kinda not how it works. At all.”

“Why not?”

You sighed. “Who are you supposed to be again?”

“I’m Blitz. The O is silent.” He offers his hand for you to shake, but you only raise an eyebrow, unamused. He retracts his hand. 

“Is that supposed to ring a bell or…?”

“Not to you maybe. But his little bitch boy knows who I am.”

“What?”

“I know Fizzarolli, okay?”

“Okay, and?”

“And? And I need to talk to the big Oz!”

“Yeah first off- you could just be bullshitting me. And second off… that doesn’t just automatically give you any priority in Ozzie’s very, very long list of important meetings.”

“Important meetings? What’s he doing right now, discussing dildo prices with some fuckface from Greed?” He raises an eyebrow in defiance.

You do your best to conceal the look on your face as you glanced at Ozzie’s schedule, which confirmed he was, in fact, discussing dildo prices with a manufacturer from Greed.

It wasn’t enough, though- the imp seems to realize it. “He is, isn’t he?” He grins.

“That’s confidential information.”

He leans over your desk, planting both his hands on top of it in front of you and getting his face closer to yours. “What’s a hot piece of ass like yours doing in a dump like this anyways?”

“This is… Ozzie’s, dude.” At this point, you don’t even have an excuse as to why you were even entertaining this guy (at least none that aren’t ‘things are slow right now and I’m really fucking bored’).

“Yeah, I’m usually at some shitty bar with cum and blood on the walls when I pull this one.”

You actually laugh. “I’m sure you are. Anything else I can help you with?”

“A… meeting with Asmodeus maybe?”

“Definitely not.”

“Eh, worth a try. How ‘bout a drink?”

“Are you offering to buy me a drink or asking me to buy you a drink?”

“Hey I’m up for whatever one you want,” he puts his hands up in surrender.

You roll your eyes, unable to contain a smile at the dumb conversation. At least he was entertaining you. You had to give it to him, he was a little funny. “You know what. Get yourself a drink, Blitz with the silent O. You probably need it.”

“Oh, really? Well if you in- hey wait what’s that supposed to mean?”

You just shrug. “Ya want the drink or not?”

He pauses. “Yes.”

You laugh again. “Just look for Maru by the bar and tell her you got a drink on me, she’ll make something for you.”

“Oh you’re not… you’re not gonna be… joining me?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He almost looked actually disappointed, just a little bit. Almost.

“Nope. The hot piece of ass is still at work.”

“Riiight. I’ll uh- I’ll be right there! At the bar. Drinking my drink.” He says, awkwardly walking backward.

“If you try to sneak into Ozzie’s dressing room I will find out.”

“And what would you potentially do if you found that out?”

“You don’t wanna-” Suddenly, Ozzie’s voice makes itself known in your earpiece, your voice dying off as you focus on what he says, saying the words that signaled things had gotten a bit heated during the meeting and you need to send in someone to escort the imp out of his office (something you had implemented after the third meeting in two months that had ended with him either slightly injuring or straight-up incinerating someone). “Yeah I wouldn’t recommend doing that, sir,” you tell him, quickly looking for and pressing the emergency buttons that signaled whoever was working security they were needed at Ozzie’s office. 

“Oh, sir, huh? I can work with sir.”

“Huh?” Realizing you hadn’t given the imp guy any sign you’d been talking to Ozzie, and not him, you feel your cheeks burn the slightest bit, getting caught off guard. “No, uh- earpiece.” You awkwardly point at your right ear.

Blitzø’s eyes widen, taken by surprise for a second before trying to keep his cool- and the little dignity he had. “Yeah I knew that. Just some good old teasing. Gosh you’re so uptight!”

“Okay, please get in before I change my mind.”

“Yup. Will do. I’m just gonna… stop by the bathroom real quick-”

“It’s the bar or out, man.”

“Fiiiine,” he exaggerates, dragging himself out of your sight.

“Y/n, you there?” Ozzie’s voice comes from the comm again, and you realize he’s probably been saying something already. 

“Shit, sorry. Someone was holding me up here. Did they get him out?”

“Yes. Do I have anyone scheduled right now?”

“Hold on, let me see,” you look at the screen, crossing out the meeting he’d just finished as done and finding the name written for the one under it. “Yeah, you have that meeting about the beach accident with those Inccubi in Pasadena.”

“What is a Pasadena?”

“Living world matter, sir,” you simplify for him. 

“Living world?”

“Yup.”

“When does he get here?”

“Eight minutes.”

[. . .]

“You sure you’re fine?”

“Yes! All of my meetings are done, performances are going fine and Aro owes me a lot of hours anyway. Now if you don’t mind, I have some alone time with my Froggie to attend.”

“Ugh, that nickname makes me sick.”

“I don’t pay you to judge me.”

“Yeah you pay me 'cause you loooove me. See you on Monday?”

“Yes!”

“If you need anything ‘till then-”

“I will let you know, y/n. Now, I granted you an early night, didn’t I? I expect you to enjoy yourself.”

“Fine, boss,” you teased him, making sure he saw you rolling your eyes.

You walked out of Oz’s office, inside of which you’d seen no sight of Fizzarolli, which was strange. You obviously wouldn’t pry, but wondered if the incident with his hearing aid that Ozzie had had to take a break for earlier had been more serious than what Ozzie made it sound. 

There was no use thinking about it too much, though. You and Asmodeus were close, but there were boundaries you still kept between you and respected. You were pretty much the only person Ozzie ever forwardly told about his relationship with Fizz (even though basically everyone else in all seven rings suspected it in some way) and he knew of many personal things of yours, too, but things such as Fizzarolli’s own personal life and the identity of any people you told him about in conversation usually went unmentioned. 

So, to the bar it was. When Ozzie told you he’d gotten someone to cover you for the last hours of the night so you could be free, the very first thing you’d thought to do had been to go straight home- but even thinking it to yourself made that sound depressing. In truth, Asmodeus was the closest thing you had to a real friend- the closest you’d had in a really long time. And although you did feel grateful to be free of work, it wasn't really much fun to think of the fact that, not being able to hang with Ozzie, you didn’t really have much to do. Or anyone to do anything with. 

So you decided maybe you’d have a drink or two, and enjoy the last performances of the night before bouncing. Couldn’t hurt, right?

To your surprise, when you sit down at a stool by the bar, ordering yourself a blackberry frozen margarita- in your opinion, the best drink on Ozzie’s drink menu- you’re startled to see the imp you’d talked to earlier that night sliding next to you, taking a seat on the stool right by your left. 

“Sooo. The hot piece of ass ain’t working anymore?”

“You’re still here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug. “I dunno, I kind of imagined you would’ve managed to sneak into Ozzie’s dressing room and gotten yourself kicked out by now.” Of course, you were only taking the piss at him- you’d know if that would have happened. Obviously.

He furrows his eyebrows together. “Wait I actually could have sneaked into his dressing room if I tried?”

You laugh and decide to answer his first question instead of that one. “No, I’m not working anymore.”

“Does that mean I’m allowed to flirt with you now?”

“Oh, that thing you were doing wasn’t flirting?”

“Depends. Was it working?”

You drink the rest of your margarita in a single gulp instead of answering. “Hey, Maru? Would you get me another, please? You can put it under Blitz here.”

“Hey!”

“What? I thought you were trying to flirt. Buy me a drink!”

[. . .]

“So you’re the one who manages this whole thing?” Blitzø motions around to the restaurant, almost spilling the shot of tequila he was holding.

“Well not exactly,” you toy with the little umbrella from your third drink of the night. “I’m more focused on managing Ozzie’s business. I mean. The guy, not the place. You know, meetings to attend, places to go, personal errands, everything.”

“That’s… lame.”

“What do you do for a living then that’s just so fun?”

“Well, I used to be a circus clown.”

“What? Wait that is cool.”

“Only a little cool. I’m planning something big next. But uh. Right now I’m kind of doing anything I can find to support my daughter.”

“You have a daughter?”

“Yeah. Loona. The love of my life.”

“That’s cute.” You smile. Examining him with this in mind once again, you take he does sort of have a bit of a dad energy to him. It looks a little unconventional on him considering the… everything else, but it was there. “How old is she?”

“Nineteen.” He finally downs his shot, slamming the glass on the counter.

“Oh, wow.” 

He seems to notice all the processing you were doing in your mind to try to gather how old he was. 

“I adopted her like a year ago.”

“Oh. That’s cool. What’s she like?”

Conversation with him came to be strangely natural. A few drinks in, and, from an outside perspective, it would probably be hard to figure out the two of you had never seen each other before up until a few hours prior- cracking jokes and playfully flirting, sharing bits and pieces of your lives and drinking a little more than you should together. It was weirdly comfortable.

And, much to your surprise, Ozzie didn’t come up in conversation again. Not in the way you were certain he would eventually, anyway. After all, it all seemed too nice to not be a way to get you drunk and tell him something personal about Ozzie, or ask you again for a meeting with the Sin. Right?

By the end of the night, Blitzø tried a half-serious attempt at getting you to take him home with you (because apparently he rented a one-bedroom place, and gave up his bedroom to his daughter when she moved in with him, so he wouldn’t be able to take you home with him), to which you laughed, but stopped for a second to seriously consider.

You did find him attractive. His style was hot and his personality was fun. It was all certainly working for you.

You’re sure you could have a fun time with him if you did agree, and, honestly, atop of feeling like you deserved this, you kind of needed it. Nothing like a nice, meaningless one-night-stand with a barely-decent man to distract you from from being alone all weekend. Right? 

But for some reason, you stop yourself. Maybe not this time. Because, even though you weren’t sure if that was really you or just the alcohol talking, at that moment you found yourself thinking that maybe you could actually become friends with this guy. 

And though you weren't sure if he would want that, it would be nice to have a real friend other than Asmodeus, for a change. 

“Um, I gotta work really early tomorrow,” you lie, giving him an excuse. “But I could give you my number? You’re really funny and I had a lot of fun tonight. Even though you definitely crashed the place,” you joke. “I think we could be… good… friends? Maybe? I’d like that.”

“You… want to be friends? With me?”

Fine. That’s where this ended, wasn’t it? He realized he wouldn’t be fucking you and so the interest disappeared. That’s fine. You were prepared for that. “It's alright if not.”

“No, give me- give me your number. Yeah. Give me your number.” He fishes his phone out of his pocket and gave it to you.

Oh. “Okay.” He probably only said that in the hopes to fuck you in the future. 

Still, you grab the phone from him and type in your number and he immediately sends you a ‘hi’ and a smiley face so you can save his contact too.

“Just to be clear, like, we’re not gonna- like I really mean it, I wanna be friends.”

“Okay I got it the first time, you don’t gotta rub it on my face.”

Maybe he could be genuinely fine with just being your friend? 

“I don’t mind some flirting with my friends, though,” you comment, and he smiles. 

“Tell that to me when I’m sober, sweetheart.”

No harm in trying, right? And if sober you thought differently, you could always just block him. 

Why not? Maybe this is just how to make friends as an adult. 

“Okay but seriously where does the ‘O’ even go? Like how do I even save your contact?”

A/N: this wasn't even supposed to be out today but i got too excited so here it is. also im serious abt this being non-linear... there's shit mentioned here you'll only find out more about in like chapter 5 or so but i hope i wrote it in a way thats exciting enough to make it worth it! hope yall like it, share ur thoughts w me! luv yall <3

[1-have-no-idea]

to hold

‘grasp, carry, or support with one's hands.’

character(s): Rex, reader, (mentions of 501st, Anakin, and Padme)

genre: angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, romance

overview: Rex loves you. He does, really, but you and him were wrong. It was against the Jedi Code and just taboo. He wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. But you seem adamant on having him.

warning(s): language, violence, death (two spies), alcohol, slight angst, Rex and reader have a small disagreement, sexual language, allusions to smut, does get a little spicy in one scene but not quite nsfw, making out, grinding, etc…

wordcount: 3599 words

“You know we can’t keep doing this.”

God, you knew. Yes, you knew that, you did. He did too, it was obvious, he was a clone. A soldier. And you were… well, you were a Jedi. It was frowned upon to have attachments, especially personal ones. It was even more taboo to have relations with the clones. The men who fought for the republic and were manufactured. They were built for war. That’s what they were made for, to follow orders and fight. That was it.

That was bullshit. They were meant for more than that, they were human. Not droids, they should’ve been able to have free will and live the way they wanted. However, you didn’t live in that kind of galaxy. Few others shared the same view as you. Besides the clones themselves. Some believed they were destined for more. That they deserved more. They were right. But few seemed to actually believe it. They were resigned to their position, even honored it because that’s what they were made for. Even if some deep, hidden part inside of them cried out for more, something different. And in that case, Rex’s heart cried out for love. A family. Ever since he stumbled upon Lawquane’s family, Rex felt an unfamiliar strong pull to have what the other clone had, he longed for it, he hungered for it. And maybe he didn’t have a family just yet. But he had love. He had you.

“Rex,” he didn’t want to hear that. He couldn’t, he really couldn’t. Because then his heart would ache and he’d hold you closer and start whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But even if you hadn’t said his name like that, he would’ve done that anyway. Guilt and conviction clawed at his heart. The two of you had done it again. Even though both of you knew that the relationship between you and him was… wrong? It was, Rex reminded himself. Against the Jedi code and his orders. You and him were wrong. You only closed your eyes, pressing your soft front against his hard back, arm snaking around his waist and hand gently pressing against his abdomen. And the captain sighed deeply, allowing himself to melt beside you despite his previous words. “Just– just five more minutes, Rex. Just so I can hold you for a bit before you go.” And the clone would have protested. Should’ve. Should’ve removed your arm and sat up and got dressed again. “Please.” And then that one word had him turning around to face you, but he didn’t look at you. Instead wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head against his shoulder while burying his own in the crook of your neck. He’d hold you for five minutes. Only five. Savor the warmth, the tenderness and love and familiarity. Before letting you go. Just like how he always did.

“Okay,” he breathed, holding you just a tad tighter. “Only five.” He repeated, words empty and hollow, rough and calloused palm rubbing soothingly over your back. As if he were trying to comfort you and reassure you that you’d be okay when he let you go.

Because you and him were wrong. At least that’s what he told himself.

_________________________________________________

“General,” “Rex.”

You both acknowledged each other briefly as you walked into the bar. The boys were on a mission, and you and the captain were sent by General Skywalker to a nearby cantina undercover to try and get as much information as you could. And seeing you there, all dolled up even if it was just for a mission… well, Rex could pretend, right? That this wasn’t business and he took you here because he wanted to and had plans because you were his and he was yours and you were gonna walk back home hand and hand like an actual couple and—

“Captain,” he corrected, clearing his throat, moving his eyes down so he didn’t have to see the way your face fell and how you obviously looked hurt before masking it. “Captain.” You repeated quietly. Say his name. Please say his name again, he loved the way it rolled off your tongue so gently, not a number but a name, please, please–

Damn it. Rex sucked it a breath and forced his eyes forward, gloved hand gently gripping your upper arm and guiding you to the bar. “Don’t let any guy buy you a drink. If he does, don’t drink it just in case it’s laced. I’ll keep an eye out for any leads on who the General’s looking for.” The clone ordered quietly, pulling out a stool for you which you sat on while looking up at him and nodding. “I’ll do the same. Be safe.” “You too.” And he almost ducked his head down to peck your lips, but he caught himself before he could, and tore away despite how you had leaned up like it was normal before walking away. A shame, really. You really were expecting that kiss.

You sighed as he walked away, slumping in your seat and resting your cheek on your hand. You really couldn’t take this for much longer. As much as you tried to understand, it also angered you that he was being so stubborn and rejecting every advance you made at one time and then accepting them another. He just couldn’t make up his mind! He was either all in or all out, but you couldn’t do this half-time thing anymore. And maybe you were being selfish. You knew you were, but– but couldn’t you be? Just for once, for once in your life in this hellish galaxy surrounded by nothing but war in pain, couldn’t you indulge in the small pleasures of life? Couldn’t you find solace in this one thing, for once? Even if it was selfish. Just for once, couldn’t you be? Because this hurt. It hurt really bad.

“Hard day, sweetheart?” A voice rang out, snapping you from your lamentful thoughts, and your eyes raised to meet the bartender. A nice looking young person, with an almost knowing look on their face. You seemed to slump more in your chair, small amongst the many beings in the cantina. “No, I’m fine,” you lied, shrugging your shoulders while hunching more over the table, trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in. The bartender rose a brow, a smirk tugging in the corner of their lips. “No use in lying, hon’. I’ve seen that look on many in my time working here,” they explained, before leaning against the counter of the bar, making you sit up. “What boy’s got you all upset? Or girl, there’s no judging here.” They joked, giving you a sly wink and you stammered, unsure whether to relay to them the conflicting feelings and rather on and off relationship you and Rex had, before huffing, deciding to indulge them a bit. “I just–” you cut yourself off, gnawing at your lower lip a little before continuing. “There’s a man…” “Oh?” “Basically, we’re in a situationship, but there’s obviously something more there- y’know? He’s just…. It’s not him, I’m just being selfish I guess-” the bartender shot you a knowing look, before looking around the bar. “Is the dream boy here?” They asked and you gave a shy nod before glancing over to the captain longingly. The bartender ‘oooh-ed’, wiggling their brows suggestively. “A clone, huh? No wonder, I’d wanna keep one of them to myself, too. Heard their packin’ a lot under that cod-piece–” you grimaced and waved your hand to silence them quickly, face flushing in embarrassment at their crude statement. “No- that’s not why, I just–” “Oh, is he lackin’ a couple inches down there-?” “No!” You took a deep breath in, hands up in a pleading gesture for them to just shush. Thankfully, they seemed to take the hint and keep quiet, allowing you to continue. “Me and him have known each other for a long time, and it’s been long enough where we frequently engage with each other romantically, but at the same time, he doesn’t really wanna commit due to our positions.” You explained, and the bartender made a noise of understanding. “...So, it’s somewhat of a friends-with-benefits relationship?” They asked, and you cringed, not wanting to call it that, but there was some truth in that statement. “...kinda, but not really. It’s not that we’re just friends and only use each other for sex, I mean, sometimes we sleep with each other but that’s not our main focus. It’s like we’re in a secret relationship, but it’s on and off.” They sighed, shaking their head. “Well maybe show him what he’s missing out on.” They suggested, and your brows furrowed, lips parting in confusion before shaking your head. “But I don’t want-” they tutted at you, silencing you before sliding you a drink. “You need to relax, baby. You don’t need dead-weight like him burdening you, ‘kay? You don’t have to fuck anyone, although I’d advise you too,” you shot them a withering look and they only snickered before softening their tone, continuing. “But at least drink a little. This is a bar. And I’d hate for a pretty thing like you to be upset in it.” You were quiet, before sighing heavily, giving them a faint smile of gratitude. “Okay. Thank you.” “No problem, baby-cakes. It’s what a bartender is supposed to do.” And that was the last thing they said before they sent you a wink and sauntered off to get somebody else’s order.

You circled the rim of your shot glass, wafting it to you and giving it a small sniff while eyeing it. Once deeming it safe, you tipped your head back and downed it. It burned down your throat, sending heat up into your ears and cheeks, and you grimaced, setting it down with a harsh pant, running a hand through your hair. And then you turned your head to look for Rex once more, but this time, he wasn’t there. You squinted, feeling the familiar lightness of the alcohol, but thankfully it wasn’t strong enough to dull all your senses. Sliding out of your stool, you started looking around for the blond captain, only to spot the exit door slightly jarred open. You felt an odd tug to go out, filled with suspicion and wariness and a tiny bit of dread, and following your gut, you exited the bar and walked outside. “...Captain?” You called out into the darkness, the only light coming from the dim street and house lights. Then, you heard a far cry of pain coming from the alley. Immediately, your blood ran cold. And without thinking, you bolted down the alley. Heart pounding in your ears, you followed the pathway until it brought you to a frightening scene of Rex brawling with someone who looked like a spy based on their clothing. “Rex!” You cried out in fear, catching the attention of both said-clone and spy, who were on the floor bloodied and bruised. Using the Force, you threw the man off him and to the side, only to be tackled from behind by another spy. You yelped in surprise, and Rex gasped. “[name], no!” But it was too late, he was jumped on again and forced to fight the person on top of him while you wrestled with the other. You were forced on your stomach, and then you rolled onto your back, trying to kick the man off you but he raised his fist and brought it down on your stomach hard, knocking the air out of you. Once regaining your breath, you gasped for air, and before the spy could harm you any further, you kicked him hard in the crotch, making him let out a high whimper, before shoving him away, pulling out your lightsaber and turning it on. Rex had long shoved the other off him and socked him hard in the face, and now you and him were back to back. “Are you okay, General?” He called out and you made a noise of agreement. “I’m fine, Captain. Are you?” He only grunted in response, before shooting one of the spy’s who pulled out a gun. And when the other shouted in rage and threatened to pull out his own, you forced him against the wall with the saber held to his throat, Rex crowding protectively behind you to cage the man in. “Who sent you?” You gritted out, eyes narrowing at him. “Fuck off!” He seethed angrily, raising his nose to the air in retaliation. You ignored him, glaring at his insolence. “I’m not gonna repeat myself again,” you declared. “Who sent you.” This time it wasn’t a question. It was a demand. And then, he spat on you, growling. “Go to Hell, whore.” And that was the last thing he said before he bit down on something in his mouth, going taut as his eyes rolled back, body shuddering violently as he was electrocuted before falling limp. You pocketed your lightsaber after turning it off, breathing heavily while shaking your head slowly. “He killed himself.” You murmured. Rex glared at his dead body, before huffing. “If he hadn’t, I would’ve killed him anyway.” He swore low in his throat, wiping the spit off your cheek before checking you over. “Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you too bad, right?” He asked in concern, eyes softening. And this time he let you lean into his hand without pulling away. “No, I’m fine. Just a bit bruised. What about you?” You asked, taking a step closer to see if he had gotten harmed in any way, but he waved you off. “I’m okay. C’mon, let’s go find a place to stay while we wait for the others.” He suggested, letting go of you, making you go cold where his hands had previously been. But you didn’t protest, and instead nodded, following after him.

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Fshhhh

It wasn’t until late that you found a place to stay. The door slid open with a soft hiss as the two of you entered the small room. Rex was able to find a rather cheap motel for the two of you to stay the night at while you waited for the others. It was a humble place. Brown carpeted floors, plain white walls with one bathroom and a small kitchen in the corner of the room, and two beds and a couch. It was good. Rex started unstrapping his armor, removing the plastoid so he was standing there in his blacks. You did the same, undoing your robes and shrugging off the clothing, leaving you in your breast-band and trousers. And Rex couldn’t help the way his eyes lingered on you in your state of undress. Maker, you were beautiful. Every mark and blemish and scar, Rex adored you. Even if he didn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t. But he couldn’t stop himself from thinking it. You were all soft curves and warmth, and he was hard planes and cold, but in your arms he found home. And kriff, didn’t he want to be home right now. Inside your home. The thought had him shivering, and after the long day the both of you just had, he couldn’t stop himself from slowly strolling over to you, his chest pressed to your back. Strong arms looped around your waist, and he leaned his head down to press soft, fluttering kisses to the side of your neck and shoulder. You relaxed in his hold, not having the strength to tell him no as you tilted your head to the side to give him more access. He pressed a chaste kiss to your jaw before turning you around and walking you backwards until you were sat on the bed, and he slowly started to sink to his knees before you. Not before pressing his lips to yours firmly, one hand cradling the back of your head as if you were going to pull away. You sighed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his head, fingers gently running down his buzzed hair, parting your lips for him when his tongue ran over your bottom lip. His tongue gently plundered inside your mouth, tangling with your own lovingly before he pulled away with a shuddering breath. He started leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to your throat before sucking a dark mark underneath your jaw. “Rex,” you breathed, and he murmured something in Mando’a into your skin, pushing you back onto the bed and crawling on top of you. He caged you in, his hips flushed against yours while he kissed and nipped at your skin. You moaned softly and wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you, and as if on command, the captain rolled his hips down onto yours, grinding his arousal down against you, but it seems as if as soon as he did that, he snapped out of it and realized just what this was leading up to.

“N-no,” he stuttered breathlessly, making you look up at him in confusion as he suddenly pulled up off of you, shaking his head in conviction. “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, we can’t.” He declared, standing up and taking a few steps back. You sat up and felt your heart clench, hurt flickering on your face, before you sighed and it turned into a mix between frustration and resignation. “This is just how it’s always going to be between us, isn’t it?” You questioned rhetorically, and the clone’s lips pressed into a firm line, knowing what you were trying to talk about. “[name], please, you know we can’t do this. It’s wrong, we’ve talked about this,” he tried to reason, but you cut him off, shaking your head. “No, you’re right, we talked about this but I’ve never understood it- Rex, I know our positions are different but does that really have to determine whether we can be together or not?” You questioned rather pleadingly, and he frowned, brows creasing as he averted his gaze down. “Yes, it can get in the way, you’re a Jedi. Attachments are forbidden–” “Anakin and Padme are married and both me and you know that and he’s a Jedi.” You brought up and Rex went silent, jaw clenching. “I’m a clone, [name.]” He stated, as if that meant something. You scoffed, raising your hands in a gesture of thinly veiled frustration. “Is that supposed to matter-? You’re still human, Rex, it’s okay to have feelings–” you tried to explain to him, but he shut down. “We’re not continuing this conversation. We both know this is wrong, and that’s final. Please, General, let it go.” He stated, both begging and demanding. Your fists clenched, looking at him with frustration and hurt before you felt your lower lip quiver. You shut your eyes, before slumping in defeat, opening your eyes and looking down to the floor. “Does this even mean anything to you?” You finally asked in a hushed tone. Rex looked at you like you just insulted him, eyes widening and lips parting. “What?” “Does this,” you gestured between you and him. “Mean anything to you? Or is it just a means to an end? I just— I need you to be honest with me, Rex. Just once. Do you even love me?”

Silence.

Rex looked broken. Yet so conflicted. He was torn. Between his duties and beliefs as a clone and you. “...[name]-” “Rex, please.” Your eyes were starting to water up now, and his heart cracked at the sight of it. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, not right now. Not when you’re trying to talk to him. You told yourself, before sucking in a breath and continuing. “Because if you don’t, then that’s fine– I just, I just kinda need to know before I keep trying for you,” you admitted vulnerably, your tone wavering, and that’s all Rex needed to hear before he scooped you up, holding you close to him as if you were about to shatter. And you weakly pushed against him, shaking your head. “No, no, don’t force yourself, I’m sorry.” You apologized, and Rex pressed soft kisses to your head and cheeks, wiping your tears before they even had a chance to fall. “I’m not. I’m not, cyar’ika, I promise,” he swore, lifting you up so you were standing while holding you close to him. “S’okay. S’okay, I’m sorry I made you cry, m’sorry,” he murmured, rocking the two of you slowly. Slowly, you relaxed in his hold again, but he refused to let you go, adamant on comforting you still. “...I do love you,” he admitted, pulling away just a little to cup your face. “I do. More than you could know. I just…” he trailed off, looked down guiltily. “I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble because of… of me. I’m just a clone. I shouldn’t-” you cupped his cheek, pressing your lips gently to his, before pulling away. “I’d leave the Jedi Order for you, Rex. I’d get persecuted, if it meant I could be with you.” You whispered, and the captain shook his head, leaning into your palm. “Please don’t say that,” he begged quietly, and you hushed him softly. “It’s true.” You stated, pulling him into another embrace, both of you in each other's arms.

Because in this moment, he just wanted to hold you. That’s all he wanted. And this time he wasn’t leaving. Even if it meant disobeying orders and going against any code.

[teeny-tiny-revenge]

It's home cinema manufacturing time! 🏴‍☠️ Gonna put my pirate show on my shelf! (I'm doing an Arts and Crafts Project and I'm making it everyone's problem.)

After seeing how much they cost, I abandoned the idea of getting a Blu-ray writer for now. For the time being, good old DVDs is what it's going to be! My TV is old and not very big, so DVD resolution is gonna be fine.

It's been ages since I last burned a DVD. For the full experience, I'm gonna create nice menus and pretty sleeves for the boxes. Graphic design is my passion! Um.

Well. First needed to find a program to do stuff with. I'm a Linux guy, so I'm using Devede. (Which is free, btw. In case someone else wants to do a low cost spot of putting pirate show on the shelf.)

DVDs fit a maximum of 120 minutes of video. So, four episodes, I thought. But after a quick attempt, the program refused to do more than three (maybe because of the menu also taking up space, and four episodes cutting pretty close to the 120 min mark?). Anyway, three episodes per disc it is. It's a pretty nice runtime for watching the entire disc, IMO. An hour and a half, and then you can return to reality to realise you should probably eat something, or go to bed because it's midnight.

OFMD with its current two seasons has a total of eighteen episodes, which is divisible by three. You get the following setup:

Disc 1: Pilot, A Damned Man, The Gentleman Pirate - That's pretty good, Stede's introduction to piracy all on one disc!

Disc 2: Discomfort in a Married State, The Best Revenge is Dressing Well, The Art of Fuckery - All bangers. Great to watch together, our boys meet and shenanigans happen!

Disc 3: This is Happening, We Gull Way Back, Act of Grace - Many romantic moments, lots of great scenes, shit hits the fan at the end there. Alright!

Disc 4: Wherever you go, there you are, Impossible Birds, Red Flags - ... Pain and angst! What have I done!?! The disc of horrors. Gotta make sure to have tissues at hand when I watch this. But hey, it also has messy bun Ed! Small mercies.

Disc 5: The Innkeeper, Fun and Games, The Curse of the Seafaring Life. - Another disc with all winners. I love all these episodes so much! (You can watch this disc to recover from the trauma of the previous one!) But seriously, this one slaps.

Disc 6: Calypso's Birthday, Man on Fire, Mermen - Great combination again. Season finale! Love and excitement!

... Honestly, except for the psychological damage of putting all the most painful episodes together, this is coming out pretty cool. Says a lot about how good the show is. I actually really love all the episodes (yes even the painful angsty episodes of massive depression). Thinking about this little project really reminded me how much I love this entire show.

So, we got a tracklist, now menus, then we can burn this stuff!

I did the menu backgrounds in GIMP. Realised I have a big folder full of screenshots I took myself, screenshots someone else took and posted on Tumblr, official promo pics for the show, and I have no idea anymore where most of them are from, because I named the files according to what's on them. Which is useful for when you want to find pics (Need a picture of cursed suit Stede? I have files named that, easy peasy!), but not so great if you wanted to give credit to whoever took a given pic you used. (It's probably @sherlockig or @ofmd-ann or @blakbonnet. Please feel credited, your beautiful screens and gifs brighten my day, and some of them are now probably part of my DVD menus. Shrunk down and cropped, but, yeah.)

I originally wanted to structure my menus as having the title of an episode, then some pics from it, then the next episode, then pics from that, and so forth, but I couldn't convince the program to give me the necessary padding between the menu items, so I ended up just putting the episode images below the menu. Still like it.

Anyway, DVD menus can also play sound! Behold a crappy video of my beautiful creation (provided entirely for sound):

It plays Gnossienne N°5!

More crappy pics of my other disc menus:

Gonna make them some nice sleeves next. Some day. Gotta make sure they all work properly first. So. I'll be on my sofa, watching my DVDs. With menus! (Edit: here are!)

[morbidology]

Robert the Doll was originally a gift to a young boy named Robert Eugene Otto, known as Gene, in the early 1900s. The doll, which stands about 40 inches tall and is stuffed with wood wool known as "excelsior," was dressed in a sailor suit, allegedly one of Gene’s own childhood outfits. It was crafted by the Steiff Company, a German manufacturer renowned for their high-quality toys, and was likely purchased by Gene's grandfather during a trip to Germany in 1904.

Upon receiving the doll, Gene quickly became attached to it, giving it his own name—Robert—and treating it as though it were alive. Robert became Gene’s constant companion, accompanying him everywhere and even having his own seat at the dinner table. Over time, however, Gene’s parents began to notice strange and unsettling occurrences surrounding the doll.

As the story goes, Gene’s relationship with Robert took on an eerie and troubling dimension. Gene's parents would often hear their son talking to the doll, and while this might have seemed normal at first, what disturbed them was the fact that a deep, unfamiliar voice would sometimes respond. Objects in the house would mysteriously move, break, or disappear, and whenever these strange events occurred, Gene would insist that "Robert did it."

Gene’s parents and the household staff began to believe that there was something malevolent about the doll. Neighbours claimed to have seen Robert moving from window to window when no one was home, and there were reports of the doll's expression changing, as if reacting to events around him. These unsettling incidents led to Robert being banished to the attic, where he remained for many years.

After Gene’s parents passed away, he inherited the family home, now known as the "Artist House," and returned to live there with his wife, Anne. Despite the strange history, Gene once again became infatuated with Robert, giving him a room of his own in the house and treating him as part of the family. Anne, however, was not as enamored with the doll and reportedly felt uneasy in its presence. The paranormal activity continued, with more frequent and disturbing incidents, leading Anne to believe that the doll was cursed.

Gene Otto passed away in 1974, and the house was sold to a new family. The new owners quickly discovered Robert and, like those before them, experienced the doll’s eerie influence. Frightened by the strange occurrences, they eventually donated Robert to the Fort East Martello Museum in Key West, where he resides to this day.

At the Fort East Martello Museum, Robert the Doll has become one of the main attractions, drawing visitors from around the world who are fascinated by his dark legend. The museum staff and visitors continue to report strange happenings in Robert’s presence, including cameras malfunctioning, eerie feelings, and even mysterious letters of apology addressed to the doll.

These letters, often written by previous visitors, beg Robert for forgiveness after experiencing misfortune or bad luck following their encounter with him. It is believed that Robert punishes those who disrespect him or take his photograph without asking for permission first. This belief has become so widespread that the walls of the museum are now covered with letters from people seeking to lift the curse they believe Robert has placed on them.

[myfictionaldreams]

All Eyes On You // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: “Do you know what we would have done if we had turned up to that restaurant and seen you all dolled up like that? We would have bent you over the table in front of everyone and shown them exactly who you belonged to". - Steve Rogers.

Quote from my other fic titled 'The Fun Game'.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, possessive sex, dom/sub, rough sex, table sex, praise kink, deep throat, throat bulge, creampie, multiple orgasms, sir kink, oral sex, size kink/difference, hints of subspace

Words: 4k

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“How far away are we Sam?” you asked your bodyguard from the back seat.

“Only a couple more blocks, Boss Lady. Not much longer”, he remained calm to try and counter the anxiety that seemed to be rolling off of you.

“Ok, thank you”. Taking in a deep breath you allowed it to loosen the tense muscles throughout your body for a moment before releasing it out of your nose. The moment's peace only lasted for that, as your stresses went to other areas such as your palms began to sweat as you mentally cursed yourself for not remaining calm.

Adjusting your dress for what felt like the 50th time that evening, you looked out the window, beginning to recognise the area as close to your destination.

You were late—more than late. In fact, it was past the point of being fashionably late and you were beginning to look straight-up rude now, but it hadn’t been entirely your fault.

Ok… this was a slight lie as you had woken up late from a nap, rushing to finish your make-up and get dressed before meeting Sam in the car outside of your home where he laughed at your rushed expression.

“It’s fine sweetheart, we’re only a few minutes late”. This was true until one of the tyres went flat and then there was the traffic which was horrendous.

Of course, you’d called Steve explaining what was happening and he was swift to calm your nerves, “It’s fine beautiful, don’t rush, we aren’t going anywhere. Can’t wait to see you…”. His voice was low as he spoke through the phone, it was the type of tone that had your thighs clenching together and anticipating pumping through your veins.

Today, was your weekly, “fancy date” - as Bucky referred to it. Where the boys wanted to take you out to the beautiful restaurant that Steve had shares in, and knew the owner as well as the chefs. It was famous throughout Brooklyn for its reputation, only the highest of nobility could book a table and even then, it had to be done months in advance. But due to Steve’s connections, every week the exact same table was booked in the centre of the room, underneath the exaggerated crystal chandelier, a pianist in the corner and a scattering of other tables surrounding yours.

But now, you were late for the first time ever, having always been the punctual one in the relationship, it filled you with dread to be late. Not only this but you just wanted to be with them both already because they’d been out from the crack of dawn, attending meetings and phoning manufacturers.

“Here we go”, Sam’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he parked right outside of the restaurant. Your bodyguard and friend promptly exited the car and opened your car door, holding a hand out to help you to also climb out of the car.

“I’ll catch you tomorrow, Boss Lady”, he then announced after opening the front door for you to enter. As you were now with Steve and Bucky, the building was always being scouted by guards and was safe for Sam to go and enjoy his evening off. Giving Sam a quick hug before he left, you finally walked further into the restaurant until you found the waiter at the entrance to the seating area.

“Right, this way Mrs Rogers-Barnes”. Your cheeks warmed at the name.

You weren’t married to either of the boys yet and they loved to tease you with the possibility of this in the future but for now, it was more something they loved to call you to show just who you belonged to, showing their possessive side.

Rubbing your hands anxiously together, you refrained from running across the room to take those few seconds off as you finally caught sight of Steve and Bucky, sitting patiently and waiting in their usual seats. Releasing the breath you hadn’t noticed that you were holding and wiping your palms against your dress, Steve’s eyes soften as he saw you behind the waiter.

“Hey, I’m so so sorry I’m late”, you were quick to rush out as the waiter left the three of you for a moment. Both of your boyfriends stood, placing their drinks on the table as you stared up at them, smiling sheepishly with embarrassment about the situation. But soon, that smile was fading away as you took in their stare.

It was almost predatory, your instincts were to look down at your dress, thinking maybe it had come undone. However, you found that it was all perfectly in place, completely hugging your body perfectly as it had been handmade and purchased as a gift from Bucky. It didn’t even reveal that much, stopping just before your knees so that couldn’t be why they were looking at you like they were able to gobble you up.

Pushing past the submissive instinct to look away from the stare, your eyes flicked up between Steve and Bucky, waiting for them to say anything. They were not rushing to make any moves however as they simply stared at you, taking in every single detail.

This gave you the opportunity to do the same with both men as Bucky wiped the corner of his mouth with his metal thumb, his eyes lingering on your heeled feet. Steve had forgone his jacket that now lay over the back of his chair, leaving him in a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone exposing some whisps of chest hair. Both sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, the muscles of his forearms tense and the black harness of his gun holster strapped tightly across his chest, not hiding his guns from the other patrons.

Then there was Bucky, wearing a slim-fitting black shirt that was unbuttoned the same amount as Steve, exposing the chain from his dog tags and a black and white checkered blazer to match his trousers, something you had bought him a few weeks ago for his birthday and your mouth was almost watering taking them both in. They were breathtakingly gorgeous and hulky, spending a lot of their time working out so they could easily beat up people that pissed them off but that came with the job role of being in a mafia gang.

Your body was beginning to react in a different way, core clenching in arousal, legs automatically squeezing together to try and rub against your clit to ease some tension. A move that Steve noticed immediately, the corner of his lip flicking up in a smirk before leaning towards his friend, whispering in his ear which set his friend into motion as you watched Bucky strut past, heading in the direction of the entrance where the waiter stood.

Turning back towards Steve, you jumped slightly as he finally took a step closer to you. Even though you were in heels, your neck had to strain back to look up at his abnormally large height. He and Buck were always the two to tower over everyone around them and it was something that you adored the most.

Steve’s ocean-blue eyes smoothly danced across your face, inspecting every pore almost. It made you feel slightly self-conscious, even if his stare continued to become more intense but you lost your cool, once again submissively glancing towards the floor and admiring the shine in his shoes.

“Don’t I get a kiss or something? Or am I in trouble for being late?” You had attempted to sound like you were joking but it came out as a whispered inquiry. Biting your lip on instinct, you finally found the courage to look up into his handsome face, freshly shaved and he was close enough that his expensive aftershave had your insides warming in a different way.

Before Steve could answer, Bucky returned standing directly behind you, bumping his chest against your back.

The waiter had returned with him and began to clear the table of the glasses, cutlery, napkins and even the candle in the middle until only the white tablecloth was left.

Your heart began pounding in your ears as you watched the waiter closely, only being forced to look away as Steve lifted his hand, finally touching you with a single finger underneath your chin, making you look directly at him.

“Tell me what your safe words are”.

A heavy breath rushed past your lips, fanning across his face, your eyes becoming unfocused slightly. Oh, so this was the kind of night you were having.

“Red, yellow, and green. If I can’t talk, three taps”. Your voice was low as your pussy throbbed, knowing what was coming.

Steve was very much an exhibitionist, loving knowing more than showing off what was his and on many occasions, would simply pull up your dress and fuck you no matter the audience, whether it was in the car with Sam or other gang members, or in the middle of a restaurant, he didn’t care. 

This was also why he paid so much money into this particular business, to pay people off on what they saw. It wasn’t a weekly occurrence that he was fucking you in front of everyone but it was also thrilling, especially with how possessive Steve and Bucky got in moments like this.

Steve nodded briefly at your correct terms. Bucky then shifted even closed behind you, lowering his mouth until it was hovering next to your ear. “Tell me Doll, what name did they use at the door?”

Once again your skin warmed, looking over your shoulder at Bucky, admiring for a moment his fresh buzzed haircut before giving him the answer he wanted. “Mrs Rogers-Barnes”.

Bucky groaned as soon as the words spilt past your lips, he pecked your cheek once and then continued, “That sounds so good coming from your mouth… I want everyone to know who you belong to”.

His stare was intense down at you, eyes continuing to flick down towards your parted lips, watching as you breathed the words, “I’ll always belong to you both”.

Steve then began to run a finger down your soft cheek, making you look at him and away from Bucky, “Yeah? Say it again”.

You made sure to speak slowly, emphasising each word, “I belong to you and Bucky. I am yours”.

Steve’s chest vibrated as he released a deep groan, his trousers tenting at your beautiful voice, eyes darkening slightly in the low light of the room. Your heart was pounding in your chest, absolutely loving seeing them both like this, like you were the only thing they cared about in the world as if they were holding onto a thin thread that once snapped, they’d go absolutely feral on you.

“Damn right you’re ours, and everyone in this goddamn building is going to know about it”, Steve finally growled out. Then he was kissing you, or more, possessing your mouth with his, dominantly, feverishly and breathlessly.

With one hand resting heaving against your hip, the other glided over your jaw, gripping it and tilting so that he was completely in control of the kiss, tongue pushing into your mouth, ready to explore and taste everything that made you, you.

Your chest ached from needing air but you didn’t pull back, needing to feel his body on yours, trying to keep up with the way his lips were moving against yours in a bruising pressure. Both of your hands eagerly gripped onto his shirt, creasing the material but wanting to feel the abs beneath, moaning from the back of your throat as his teeth scraped your bottom lip.

Then Bucky was joining. His hands circled your body to reach for your hand, tugging them away from Steve and behind your back, easily holding the both in one of his larger hands. This gave him the perfect position to grind his hips against yours, his cock now in line with your hands so that you could feel his throbbing cock trapped in his pants, your instinct to squeeze was met with a desperate groan from the man.

Kissing along your exposed shoulder, he muttered, “Dirty girl, do you like feeling how hard you make me?”

With Steve’s tongue still twisting and exploring your mouth, you were unable to answer, instead, you moaned and squeezed him again in response. His noises were spurring you on, wishing to feel more of him, hear most of his desperate sounds of arousal that only caused yours to increase, knowing that you were the reason he felt like this.

Steve finally pulled back enough for you to greedily gasp in the air, his tongue sensually licking your lip one last time before pushing your head back further, giving him the perfect opportunity to lick the entire column of your neck. Your lips tingled from the assault, your eyes had closed on the initial impact and you kept the closed, savouring the warmth and solid bodies you were surrounded by.

“Fuck I want to taste you so bad,”  Steve admitted desperately, returning to hover over your lips.

“Then taste me” you encouraged, wanting this just as badly.

“I will but later, I want- no NEED, to be inside your sweet cunt right now. All day it’s all I’ve thought about, watching my cock pumping in and out of your warm, wet hole”.

All you managed to was mewl in response, in between your legs dampening further as Steve lifted the edges of your dress up to your hips before easing your panties down your legs, helping you to step out of them.

The mafia leader didn’t waste another second before easily manhandling your body, turning you on the spot until you were facing the table, pushing on your shoulders, and bending you over. 

Your skin instantly cooled with now being immediately surrounded by either of your boyfriends and feeling extremely exposed as your dress remained bunched at your hips. Glancing over your shoulders, you admired the way that Steve and Bucky were taking a moment to appreciate your dripping pussy that was on full display for them.

As you watched them, you tried to not let your eyes trail over to the latitude of people also in the room with the three of you. There were the other guests, eating and drinking, as well as the servers, the cooks, the musician and the managers. So many eyes.

But you simply did not care. They would leave if they wanted to but also, you knew that Steve had a special connection with this place, giving hefty payouts and only allowing certain people to book on the days that the three of you were attending. This was all to fuel the addiction of exhibiting you off to everyone, needing people to know that you were only Steve and Buckys.

“So fucking beautiful”, Steve praised, almost drooling at the sight before him. “Open your legs a bit wider for me baby”, he encouraged, knocking his foot against yours.

You opened the stance of your legs so that he could stand between them. Then he unzipped his pants, gasping under his breath as he squeeze his shaft a few times, “Gonna make you mine, make sure that everyone knows that you are mine”. And with his last word, Steve’s tip was slipping through your folds and pushing into your hole. No foreplay, no teasing, just straight into it.

“Oh, fuck”, you gasped as there was a mix between pleasure and pain as you stretched around his cock. He was so big as he kept pushing inch after inch in.

Steve’s hand was on the top of your back, keeping you pushed down against the table that was thankfully screwed to the floor, having made the mistake of fucking so hard on it before that it had skidded across the floor. “You’re taking me so well baby girl, relax for me, just a little bit more”.

Releasing another heavy breath to try and relax the tension throughout your body, your greedy cunt took nearly all of him until his tip was brushing against your cervix. You wanted to tell him how good it felt, to be stretched around him, to feel him throbbing inside of you but you couldn’t muster up the words.

Steve took a second to look down at where your bodies were joined before finally beginning to thrust slowly in and out, attempting to give you time to adjust properly but as you let out a particularly high-pitched mewl, something within him snapped. The mafia leader began to fuck you, animalistically, hips snapping viciously against yours, your hips almost definitely going to have bruises beneath the skin with the way your body was being propelled into the table.

You were in blissful heaven, wanting nothing more than just this, feeling his heavy balls slapping against your clit, your walls clamping around his member as he smacked a quick hand against your arse cheek.

With the enthusiasm of the way you were being fucked, sweat began to form and drip over your body, causing the beautifully styled make-up on your face to melt into the white sheet that you were laying on. Once again though, you didn’t give a single fuck, becoming even louder with your desperate moans, even more so than the piano that was continuing to be planned in the corner of the room. In fact, the restaurant was continuing to run as usual, people still eating and drinking, not risking the wrap of either Steve or Bucky, they could only watch, but this was it.

Steve continued to pound into your cunt, hitting every beautiful spot that had you seeing stars. Bucky then knelt next to your head by the table, watching intently at your face, not that you could see with your eyes closed in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together in concentration and mouth gaped open to not hold back the beautiful sounds you wanted to admit.

The tightening was suddenly overpowering in your core, the release teething on the edge as you smacked your hand on the table. “Steve, Sir, please don’t stop”.

“Cum for me honey”, he encouraged out of breath, his hair sticking to his forehead from the amount of energy he was using. Your thighs clenched as you came hard, screaming out as your cunt fluttered around his cock, muttering Steve’s name repeatedly.

You weren’t even given a second to gather your breaths before Steve was pulling his cock out, once again manhandling your body with his large rough hands, turning you over so that you were now laying on your back across the table. Your head was leaning off of the edge of the table so you raised it up, looking at Steve as he positioned your legs up his body, feet resting against your shoulders.

Then Steve was fucking you again, just as voraciously as before, hands holding onto your thighs to keep them in place and give him something to pull back on with each of his thrusts. You admired the way he looked, tips of his cheeks now tinged with pink, muscles bulging under his holster and shirt, face completely overwhelmed with lust.

An ultra-cool hand was suddenly tilting back your head over the edge of the table so that you were now looking upside down at Bucky’s cock that he’d pulled out of his trousers. Instinctively, your mouth opened, knowing exactly what was coming and what you wanted.

“Gonna make me feel good, Mama?” Bucky asked, his voice husky and thick.

“Yes, please”. Your boyfriend groaned at your polite response, sliding his cock into your mouth. In this position, it was difficult to take control of the blowjob, instead trying to concentrate on sucking on the girthy member, feeling the veins popping and tasting the precum that was already leaking from the tip.

Working in time with Steve, Bucky made was in complete control as he thrust into your mouth, grunting in pleasure as he pushed your throat to the very limit, seeing it bulge before pulling out and allowing you to breathe.

You were dizzy with your head being in this position and the absolute domination of Steve with your cunt, continuing to fuck you hard. The adrenaline was pumping as you had to concentrate on your breathing but the overwhelming pleasure that was being pumped into you was almost blinding and eliminating all rational thoughts from your mind.

Steve was also quick to remind you between thrusts, “You’re ours, only ours!” He became more frantic and you knew he was going to cum, and as his hips suddenly stuttered, he released one of your thighs in the process, your leg flopping to the side giving him more space to rub against your clit.

Steve's hot cum was pumping into you, soaking your walls as you too were pushed over the edge, your convulsing cunt helping to milk Steve’s cock. This only caused your throat to constrict along with the rest of your body and without being warned, his orgasm came as a shock to him as well as Bucky was too spurting cum into your body which you rushed to swallow on instinct.

As he eased out of your mouth, tears had begun to leak out of the corners of your eyes, completing the cock-drunk look that had taken over you. 

“Easy Doll,” Bucky soothed as he helped you to sit up, holding up your body as the blood rushed from your head, Steve’s hands wandered up your thighs as he remained in position but your legs were now hanging off of the edge of the table.

Steve bent down first, kissing your cheek to bring you back to the moment, asking, “Do you want to stay here, or go home?”

“Go home”, was your honest answer.

Steve easily tucked himself back into the restraints of his pants, shouting to the manager, “Kyle, we’ll take our food to go”. Then in a much softer voice to Bucky, “Take her to the car, I’ll join you in a minute.”

As Steve moved away, Bucky replaced where he stood, still holding you up as you swayed slightly from the hard fucking session, you could feel the cum dripping out of you and onto the table and onto your thighs. Still not risking the glance around the room to see if people were staring, your eyes were glued to a button on Bucky’s chest instead.

“You ok, hot mama?”, Bucky asked with a hint of concern etched to his beautiful features, eyebrows raised slightly.

“Yeah”, your voice was only just audibly to him and you made the effort to look up into his eyes, the sight calming as he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. You were feeling a little bit spacey so seeing his emotions so visible on his face, helped to ground you slightly. “I... I don’t think I can walk”.

“That’s ok, I’ve got you honey”, his face physically relaxed as he leaned in to kiss your temple, taking off his jacket to pull around your shoulders whilst also helping to pull your dress back down. Once you were covered, he eased a hand under your knees, a hand on your back to pick you up into his arms. 

You gripped his neck tightly, hiding your face as the two of you left the restaurant, moving towards the car that waited for you three. Bucky helped to ease you into the back of the car, easing the seatbelt across your chest before sliding in next to you.

“Hey Romanoff, just waiting on the boss”,  Bucky greeted his bodyguard Natasha from the driving seat. She nodded her head before turning in her seat to look at you, smirking widely through her dark lashes.

“Hey sugar, have a good meal?” Natasha teased causing you to smile and flush.

“I don’t quite think I’ve had my fill yet”, you joked back, grasping Bucky’s arm for comfort and warmth. The red-haired women’s smirk broadened into a grin before she faced forward. You got on well with Natasha and enjoyed having her around as much as you did Sam.

Leaning your face against Bucky’s arm, you breathed in deeply, savouring in his aftershave, ready to eat and be naked once you all returned home.