#GET HIS ASS STEFFIE

[imissthefire]

if stefan turns out to be, like, some level of not good, I'm gonna drop kick him into the fucking sun.

[novascharms]

no boys allowed! — rafe cameron

no boys allowed at the sorority house after 7 pm. of course, rafe sneaks into your window a couple of days a week.

content — fluff, smut, p in v  w.c — 2.7 masterlist

monday — 11:32 p.m.

being in a sorority was your favorite thing in the world. the sisterhood, the living arrangements, the benefits. it was everything you could wish for and more. you even loved your president and rush chair despite their sometimes strict-ish rules. it wasn't too bad; good grades, good behaviour, mandatory attendace at all chapter meetings, events, and rituals, dress a certain way, talk a certain way. blahblahblah. those were all things that had been ingrained in you long before you came to university but the no boys after seven o'clock rule? that one was a little tougher to swallow. a girl has needs.

you weren't sure how quiet you were being, you never could really focus when rafe had you like this, ass arched up, face roughly stuffed into your frilly off-white anthropologie pillow. you could vaguely hear the moans coming out of your drooling mouth but most, if not all of your focus was on rafe pounding his thick cock into your gummy walls, abusing your aching pussy, "quiet, baby..emily will rip me a new one if she hears us," rafe's voice barely broke through the sex haze you were in as you rutted into your sheets.

how could he ask you to be more quiet but fuck you even harder? "rafe..! mm, p-please.." you blubbered, tears in your eyes as his hands gripped your waist still and kept you from sinking into the bed from sheer lack of strength. he let out a low groan when you pushed back into him at every thrust, "that's it, that's my girl."

“oh god, oh god, rafey..!” you whimpered when rafe’s tip hit your cervix and slammed against it over and over driving you completely silly. he buried himself deep inside of you whilst holding your hips and relentlessly pounded into your sweet cunt. “doin’ so good, baby.” he grunted against your neck as your cunt sucked him in eagerly. “look at that pussy suckin’ me in..”

his hips drove against you, fucking into your hole and hitting that fuzzy spot that made you delirious every time. rafe had to shove your head into the pillow to muffle your whines that were only getting louder as he drilled into you.

just then, a quiet knock on your door. "hey, you okay in there?"

your eyes widened, panic taking over your body when you recognised the rush chair, aaliyah's voice. fuck, fuck, you were screwed. even more screwed considering rafe was still pounding your pussy relentlessly. "rafe.." you whispered with the hope that it would sound like a warning but it just sounded like the most pathetic, quiet whine.

"mm..mhm..y-yes!" you cried, your eyes fluttering from the pleasure and you arched your back even more, gripping your pillows for support.

"you sure, girl? you don't need a medic, right? because steffi was vomitting yesterday so we had a medic for that and i just don't want the board to think we're milking all their resources for—"

"yes!" you screamed out, the feeling of pure ectascy taking over your body and your vision went all white. you could hear rafe quietly groaning as he pumped his load into you only a second after you came.

"yes, you do need a medic?"

tuesday — 9:08 p.m.

it wasn't usually every day. the sneaking in. this week was just going to be a stressful one, for the both of you. you had a midterm in the morning, class from 8 to 6 on thursday and you had to squeeze a manicure inbetween one of those classes so you wouldn't even get to eat lunch with rafe (tragic), friday morning rafe was going away until saturday morning which you truly saw as a crime against you, saturday you had a mandatory sorority event that would take the whole day but atleast rafe was coming as your date and then sunday rafe had a frat thing where you could unfortunately not be his date because it was members only. so, basically, everyone hates you and the world is against you.

"rafe, i have to study..!" you gripped the edges of your desk and planted your feet to the ground as rafe tried to tug you away from your notes and laptop. "you've been studying all day, it's time for a break." he said firmly and his arms came around your waist, lifting you from your chair. you almost screamed but closed your mouth upon realising emily would come running and see rafe here two hours past curfew.

rafe threw you onto your bed in the least graceful way he could and you bounced into the pillows with a gasp. "it's clear you've never studied for a statistics exam. breaks don't exist in the land of statistics." you say and roll your eyes when he sits on your bed with this stupid smile on his face that made it impossible not to love him.

"i had statistics in my first year. pretty sure the prof had a thing for me." he laid his head down on princess peach's head. not her actual head. a plushie of her head which he was crushing with his even more massive head. "mm." you hummed and gave him a nasty once-over. he laughed so hard you had to smash the nearest pillow on his face with wide eyes. "rafe, quiet!" you hissed, with your body almost toppled over him with how quick you jumped to silence him.

he was still smiling when you removed the pillow 10 seconds later. "you enjoyed that." he said and he was absolutely right, you did enjoy that. "it felt very liberating to shut a white man up, yes." you smiled like you had just done something to be truly proud of. "well, that was my break—" you were halfway across the bed when rafe grabbed your ankle and tugged you right back where you were. luckily the sheets muffled your shriek. "you're going to break your brain, doll." he sat up and pulled you between his legs.

"i'm going to break your bones if i fail my exam tomorrow." the threat was empty, hollow, transparent even. on a bad day, you couldn't even open a jar of peanut butter and you knew the two-ish hours you still wanted to study probably wouldn't make much of a difference BUT what if? what if maybe? just maybe it did? then you'd blame rafe and you'd be forced to bring harm to this beautiful boy you loved so dearly. just because he wanted you to rest instead of working yourself to death.

"in that case, my bones are fine." he murmured pulling you against his chest, his warm hands slowly travelling up your blue loveshackfancy pyjamas. your head dropped onto his chest as his hand gently cupped your tits, the calluses on his palm brushung against your sensitive, hardened nipple. he kissed along your ear, the tip of his nose grazes your earlobe before quietly asking, "you just need some rest, don't you?" your hand rested lightly on his arm as he fondled your tit in his hand and you sighed with a subtle nod, body melting like putty in his hands.

his other hand travelled down to your pyjama shorts, his fingers teasing your clothed slit, pushing gently against that warmth yet making sure to not push all the way in just yet. your back arched, a whimper escaping your lips at the fleeting feeling. "rafe.." you whined, eyes fluttering, bracing your neck and he hummed leaving kisses along your exposed skin. "n-need you." you murmured, your hand still on his forearm, praying he'd just slip it down your shorts already.

"yeah? you need me? my sweet girl needs my fingers?" your eyes close and the fluttering that takes over your body makes you wonder if you didn't just cum at just his words. it wouldn't surprise you.

"help me out, sweetheart." he says and you were confused for a moment until your eyes opened to his fingers inches away from your lips. you didn't hesitate, eased his digits into your mouth in desperate need to just empty your brain, stop the overflow of thoughts and this was the perfect solution.

your tongue coated his fingers in spit and held onto his wrist to slowly push his fingers deeper down your throat. you whined around his fingers, pupils dilated, completely lost in the motion and rafe's hand comes up to wrap around your throat, pushing up just slightly so your head was tilted up giving him the perfect view of you greedily sucking his fingers. "shit, baby, that's perfect.." he sighs and you can feel him hardening against your ass, you have this burning desire to push back, to grind slowly and drive him insane but you feel too weak to do anything, focus on anything with his fingers inches deep in your mouth.

the moment ended entirely too soon but you had no time to utter out a whiny complain because his hand was down your shorts and fingers between your folds, grazing your slit and thumbing your clit. you gasped and arched away from him the moment his thumb made contact with your slit. "c'mere." he pulled you right back in, flesh against his chest. he made sure your legs were nicely spread apart before he started circling your clit, "rafe..rafe!" you moaned, head dropping on his shoulder as your hips bucked against his fingers.

he focused his attention on your clit, thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive nub that absolutely drove you. you writhe in his arms, his hand covering your mouth so you didn't alert anyone with the whines coming out of your mouth.

you were constantly trying to close your legs and then spread them wide again, unsure of what you really wanted. rafe made sure to keep them open. "oh, god, rafe, god!" you cried and a gasp escaped your lips when you felt his fingers push inside of you. your toes curled on the pink bedsheets, fist tightened around the princess peach plushie rafe was resting on earlier.

rafe kissed down your neck, sucking on your skin and the pleasure from both his lips and his fingers made it impossible for you to think straight at all, you whined, writhing against his fingers, broken moans coming from you. "f-fu.." you stammered and gripped rafe's wrist, "f-fu..dge." you cried, eyes rolling back and you vaguely heard rafe's quiet chuckle at your inability to curse even in these moments due to years of sorority drilling. "m' close.." you whined feeling his fingers thrust into the deepest parts of you, digits angling just perfectly whilst his fingers gave your clit all the attention. "gonna cum for me, princess?" he rasped and you moaned, nodding furiously and pushing your hips against his fingers, "please, p-please..!" you felt that overwhelming sensation, the stars in your vision, the arch of your back and then your pussy was creaming all over his fingers.

you went limp in his arms, exhaustion taking over completely as rafe slowly pulled his fingers out. he slowly hoisted you up, arms under your thighs and on your back. "where r we goin'.." you mumbled sleepily, "the bathroom for a shower, baby." he says and you were shaking your head knowing very well that there was no way you were going to stand on your two legs right now. "ah, so you'd rather sleep all sticky in a dirty bed?" he asked and you stiffened, immediately shaking your head.

shower it is.

 thursday — 7:09 p.m.

he was here again but today was seriously, totally justifiable. yesterday after your midterm, he had class and then he had to pack so you didn't see him at all. then today had been a marathon of misery: classes from 8 to 6, a meltdown in the middle of the day over your botched nail set—because you’d been too timid to correct your nail tech—and now you were stuck with these nails for weeks. you’d cried, teary-eyed and embarrassed, brushing off questions about your distress because admitting to crying over a nail set seemed absurd.

on top of that, the awful weather wrecked your hair just two days before an event and three days before wash day, leaving you utterly defeated. you’d called rafe in tears, your voice breaking for barely two minutes before he was on his way, determined to make his girl feel better.

now, you’ve claimed your rightful spot on rafe's lap, straddling him with your arms wrapped securely around his neck. it started innocently enough—soft kisses and tender words murmured into your ear—but quickly escalated. his hands settled on your hips, guiding them in a slow, languid figure-eight motion.

his lips moved against yours, soft and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. it didn’t take long for him to coax your lips apart, drawing him closer. you focused on the sensations grounding you: the feel of his hair between your fingers, shorter at the back, and the way he groaned when you tugged. the fresh, clean scent of lemons and lavender lingered on his skin, a sign that he’d showered after the gym—he’d never ever come to your room without making sure he was clean.

when you finally pulled back for air, your breaths mingled, and his forehead rested against yours, his patience infinite as he waited for you to catch your breath. “you’re tired,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. and he was right. you were exhausted—up since 8 a.m., crying once already without the reprieve of a nap (criminal), and now it was 7 p.m. but you didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to let today end because tomorrow, rafe would be gone.

“m’not,” you whispered, stubbornly shaking your head. his eyes narrowed knowingly, and he began to trace slow, calming patterns along your spine. you peppered his lips with soft kisses, each one met with gentle reciprocation, but your resolve didn’t last long. your eyelids grew heavy, and eventually, your head dropped onto his chest, his warmth lulling you into much-needed rest.

sunday — 10:11 p.m.

apart from sex with rafe, wash day was probably the most intensive part of your whole week. it was not only hard on your arms but also very, very time-consuming. you enjoyed it—most of the time. it could feel therapeutic and you did love getting clean but then other times it was frustrating and tiring and you just wanted to give up and shave your head. you didn't though.

it was in the middle of rinsing your hair that rafe invited himself into the bathroom. you could see him through the foggy shower glass closing the toilet lid and sitting down. "you're taking too long."

you rolled your eyes and slid open the shower door, "i should just shave my head, right? i could totally pull off the britney look." your hand reached for your towel and you wrapped it around your body tightly before getting out of the shower and slipping into your fuzzy slippers. "or jada pinkett smith." you stared at yourself in the mirror trying to imagine yourself bald and rafe scoffed, "you'd have a mental breakdown within ten minutes of doing something like that."

you couldn't dispute that. "you would still love me, right? if i was bald like britney and jada?" you looked at rafe, brows raised and he hesitated for just a second, not even—a millisecond. you gasped at him and violently threw three rolls of toilet paper at his head. he held his hands out, "woah, no, no! i was just imaginging it, baby, fuck." he stood up, pulling you into his chest even though it was getting him all wet. "of course, i'd still love you."

you watched him through the mirror, arms crossed over your chest, completely unconvinced by his confession. naturally, he started leaving kisses along your shoulders and neck, making sure to not leave a single spot unkissed. "i'd choose you every time, over and over." he quietly says, those blue eyes boring into yours and you’re really not sure how it happened. it just..kind of did.

10:19 p.m.

"you're so goddamn tight, fuck," rafe grunted as he thrusted his cock inside of you, pounding into your tight cunt over and over. "p-please! h-harder.." your voice was high and breathless, head resting against the cool sink, holding onto the edges tightly. rafe could hardly believe how much you were clenching around him.

“rafe! rafey!” you whined, hoping your voice didn’t carry despite how loud you were being. your head rested against the damp sink, fingers curled around the sink as rafe pounded into your cunt, snapping his hips relentlessly. “my needy girl..”

“y-your girl..” you repeated with misty eyes as rafe’s thick cock slowly brought you closer and closer to that fuzzy place. “come on, doll. cum for me, sweetheart..” rafe fucked you until you creamed all over his cock, legs trembling and barely conscious.

masterlist

[stelacole]

chicago fire incorrect quotes

Ronnie: holding Steffy's hands, giving her a pep talk "You’ve got this, Steffy. Just remember, you’re stronger than you think, and you’re gonna crush it today." Steffy: smiling, feeling reassured "Thanks, Ronnie. I really needed that." Jeff: walking in, immediately noticing Ronnie holding Steffy’s hands, his eyes narrowing "What’s going on here?" jealous mode activated Kelly: glancing over, raising an eyebrow, and grinning "Oh my. This is gonna be good." Ronnie: noticing Jeff’s change in energy, teasing "Just giving her a little pep talk, man. You know, emotional support." Jeff: crossing his arms, clearly irritated "Emotional support, huh? Holding hands is part of that now?" Steffy: laughing, pulling her hands away from Ronnie’s "Alright, enough. I’ve got this, Jeff." Kelly: snickering from the side "Careful, Ronnie. Jeff’s got that ‘I’m going to punch you in the face’ look right now." Ronnie: raising his hands, grinning widely "Relax, dude. It’s all about motivation! I was just getting her ready to kick ass." Jeff: eyeing Ronnie, still clearly jealous, but trying to hold it together "Well, make sure you don’t cross any lines, okay?" Steffy: rolling her eyes with a smirk "Jeff, relax. Ronnie’s harmless. I’m not going anywhere." Kelly: laughing under his breath "Man, this is better than a soap opera."

[eepop-stuffs]

HI DOLL PEOPLE

MY INQUISITIVE ASS IS BACK AGAIN!!!!

Anybody who has any extra information about these dolls that may not be quickly available (including information about sculpts, images of said dolls' bodies and variants, commercials and print ads, manufacturing information, ect, I'm literally asking for ANYTHING) Please contact me! This is a long long LONG list and I plan on making videos covering ALL OF IT. Also please tell me if there's any dolls you think should also be here.

List below the cut (for good reason, it's very large)

Barbie-like doll video topics

Topics:

Bild Lilli(?)

Barbie

Tressy

Tammy

Sindy/Licca Chan/Chabel

Dusty

Wanda (shindana toys)

Tuesday Taylor

Darcy (transitions into Jem)

Jem

Maxie

Totsy

Tanya (creata)

Naomi/Elisse/Imani (its the same doll, it was just renamed three times lmfao)

Mimi

Jouju

Happy to be me/Maxie

Jet setters

Steffi Love (I hate the Bianca rebranding)

Janay

Jakks Pacific Rachel

Tanya (giochi preziosi)

Razanne

Fulla

Saghira

Catalina/Damita

everGIRL

I-Girl

GIRL force

Get Real Girls

Queens of Africa

Kurhn

Yue-Sai Wa Wa

Prettie Girls

Malaville dolls

Defa Lucy

Kiyaa

God's Girls

Apne (presumably unreleased)

Lammily/Happy to be me

Ebony/Kenya

Nicole dolls

Fresh dolls

Naturalistas/Dream Ella

Honorable Mentions:

Bonnie Pink dolls

[diminuel]

Steffi notes: This is an anon submission! (I never know how to make that visible since tumblr submissions are so weird when they’re being posted. I will offer commentary under the post (italics again).

Warning: this submission mentions rape

So an SPN story like this

Set during season 1 Sam and Dean go to a town after hearing about a local legend of a beast that kidnaps beautiful women, mainly sisters. When they get to a bar as usual the bartender tells them the story of the beast and how back when the town was founded in the 16th century a man lost his two daughters after two town drunks raped and killed them and made a deal with a witch who gave up her tower and turned the man into the beast the town now knows and anytime two sisters are chased into the forest by two drunks the beast kills the would be rapists and protects the girls in the tower til the father comes looking for them. When Sam and Dean walk out their immediately catcalled by two drunks and at first they try to brush it off before the men try to get handsy with them before they know it their chased into the forest where they encounter the beast where it kills their would be rapists in front of them causing them to faint. It’s not long when Dean wakes up in a very pink feminine room with nothing in the wardrobe but pink dresses and while Sam gets the exact same treatment as Dean gets he gets blue

Dean: Dude why do I get pink? Sam: I don’t know what do you want me to say?

For a month in the tower anything they want is there. When they want food they get it. They want a bath it’s magically drawn for them. They want entertainment, painting supplies, books or instruments are their for their entertainment. For a month they get the best dresses and their hair starts growing out. Deans straight with curled ends and while Sam’s naturally wavy and is halfway down his ass. And every time they look out the beast is out there guarding the tower with all its life.

Meanwhile John is searching for his sons thinking about what might’ve taken them and wondering if yellow eyes got a hold of them. That is until he hears about the beast and goes looking for it only to encounter it and revealing it can talk and tells them the story of how Dean and Sam were nearly raped before he put them in the tower to keep them safe and all John can feel is how he failed to protect them when they needed him but the beast takes him to a meadow where Dean and Sam are playing in and their both in matching dresses with Dean wearing pink and Sam wearing blue. John just hugs his two sons just glad for them to be okay and they leave

Steffi commentary

I think I would probably change some things around to make it feel more like a season 1 story?

(A side thought at first: 16th century? Wasn’t the first European permanent colony in NA founded in 1607?)

That said, I don’t think S1 Dean and Sam, who are seasoned hunters by that time, would let themselves be chased by human would be rapists or then faint because there’s carnage. Since the “Beast” is willing to stretch his own lore to “kidnap” two men, people “in peril” might count as well. So I’d probably turn them into some monsters chasing them, maybe they too had been attracted by a powerful magical force.

And where is the beast getting all the furniture, entertainment and dresses from? Does it come with the magic deal? Also, I feel Dean would rather go naked than put on dresses, no matter the colour X3 Once he’s older he might put on a nightgown, since we see him do it, but at 26? I think he’d go naked. *lol* And I think they might chop off their hair if it magically started growing.

That aside, generally this could be a case fic. Though I would see Dean and Sam putting up much more of a fight in general and I doubt they’d wait for Dad to save the day. Especially Sam.

[tomodachi-stargaze]

TVD 2×11

I remember liking Tyler in my first viewing... second time around he's kinda meh but I still feel sorry for him, the change is terrifying. 🥲

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"I don't want anyone to get hurt so im gonna die and give ultimate power to this scary sounding Klaus guy ok (no one will die then!) 😌"

Thankfully Bonnie and Damon won't let her martyr herself

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I was so hardcore for Jeanna and Alaric.. now they just make me v e r y sad :(((

they're so sweet *cry*

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not Damon cozying up to Elena while he chastises her for being pouty about.. ya know... him preventing her death for like the 3rd time now lol

his flippancy is really the most enjoyable when it's aimed at her 🤣

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Malibu Barbie Werewolf is a bad guy lol SHOCKING.

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Damon and Alaric dealin in wolvesbane in lil baggies like weed lmaooo

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Oh I never liked this guy Luka is such a t00l- Bonnie you can do better HE'S FAKE AF.

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Alaric playin a creepy drunk guy, Damon white knighting to get Malibu to drink the poison... ofc it doesn't work

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Katherine stop mind SA-ing Steffy you musty biiitch!

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Elijah was invited in... really gotta make one of those 'no solicitors' signs Elena 💀💀💀

doesn't matter how nice the hair- a vampire is a vampire

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Ya know I've seen Damon get his ass whupped too many times to ever believe he can successfully trick the latest mini boss or minion who rolls into Mystic Falls... 😅

[monarchisms]

[gunmetal-ring]

Stream of consciousness for 11x7

Yeah I mean I agree with Maggie... get food or die trying you know? Also Negan sorry but gleefully murdering a man in front of his entire family including his sick and pregnant wife is like... not really something you can come back from. There's no "being even" there's just not open hostility. Idk I'm always and forever gonna be team Maggie even if the conflict is tiring

What happened to Elijah's mask? Did I forget something?

Wait what? Walkers at Commonwealth? Since when? What? Whatever. Fake Stephanie is cute but like who cares. Oh mkay I see killing walkers is basically prison for them got it. Only zeke could be dying from cancer and still be stabbing walkers with ease what a badass. Princess looks so different without her fuzzy pink jacket

Pumpkin suit!! "Nasties" bro you know what's nasty is your fuckin dumb cardigan and shitty attitude. You're gonna be the first one to die when team family eats the rich.

Oh good Daryl has dog back I was wondering if they'd ever be reunited.

I wonder if Elijah is claiming Carver or pope? Probably Carver. I think Daryl or Carol has to kill pope. Negan makes me snicker tbh "not with that attitude"

These Halloween masks are killing me so fucking weird lol. Hmm interesting. Can't tell if Leah is getting punished or if pope relented in yelling at them bc she asked him to stop

Alright!! More dynamics!! Damn Daryl is laying it on THICK lol.

Uh OK there's no way they dried out the mask quickly enough for Maggie, that's gotta be bloody as fuck lol.

Hmm they still have cars... wonder if they've got biofuel or just pretending like gasoline is still good after a decade

Wait hang on I'm just piecing it together unless I already said this and don't remember. Do we think pope is his last name or he renamed himself pope bc of his religious fanaticism?

Ugh wish Gabe killed the guy

I'm sorry I just like. I reeeeeally don't care about Commonwealth and especially yumiko and brother. Like ok her brother is all in and she's not convinced. Got it. Oh wait OK maybe he isn't all in hmm. Wonder why he doesn't want to be a doctor.

I think negan does actually admire Maggie he's not just trying to win her favor.

Truly Leah and Daryl is my favorite storyline and I can't wait for Carol to join bc she has to she just has to. Bet Leah's gonna kill the rando and that's gonna be the first indicator that she can't be saved. Aha there you go popes orders! Wonder if daryls gonna try to convince her otherwise or if it's too early for him to begin driving wedges

I guess I'm just not sure what the plan is? Like the patrol would kill walkers, no? Idk. I'm glad that they're finally having a heart to heart. Well okay then negan good talk.

That's so many walkers wtf. Hm zeke is back on his king persona... wonder if that's part of a racism thing?

Also gabe... why the fuck you lyin

Ha nasties are protecting your yuppie ass!! Well okay what a fuckin shock that he's a little shit. Uh Stephanie use your words or kill the walker?! OK fuckin finally. OK well Eugene that's really not doing you and your friends any favors. Ohhhhh wait is that the prince milton of Commonwealth?

"Settling in ok" uh sure most of them are in prison but yeah other than that everyone's doing great. Aha I was right! Hmm I wonder if fake Stephanie is gonna actually fall in love with Eugene. And he's gonna find out she's fake Stephanie and be like can't believe you lied to me ill never love you. And then rosita will remind him love is eternal and he'll be like OK you're right fake Steffi let's go

"All the chances you've gotten" Uh OK they've been sent to a detention facility without due process, threatened with reprogramming, interrogated for hours on end, cut off from their community, refused resources and legal representation, sent to prison for manual labor under threat of possible death... what exactly have you done for them?

How did they know the building was full of walkers? Hmm... alright well I guess they're gonna wander up and hope for a hospital esque attack from last season. Altho it feels like Maggie is forgetting that they have grenades so

Oo... mother and child... Leah is gonna kill them? Oh no or will Daryl kill the son to "prove" he's still supposedly in love with leah? Oh no wait nvm. Hm OK maybe pope is gonna find out that she saved the guy and the kid and that's gonna be a problem. Maybe Daryl will kill the woman for Leah to "prove" it. Aha I was right! But I do think he also felt a little sympathetic for her. Like not just strictly for strategic reasons. Nice of Leah to give him credit too.

Oo... what's he gonna tell her?! Is it real? It's definitely not about Maggie but I wonder if it's something true or a lie that seems serious or something idk. Hm.

Oh no... oh no is that Elijah's sister oh no aw that's awful oh no ugh oh God poor baby. I miss the music that always played when beta was leading walkers tho that was always so intense

Ugh it's over?! Gdi. Ok this one was pretty good. I'm glad it was light on Commonwealth. Annoyed still at the lack of Carol tho. Rly hoping things move right along. Overall pretty solid imo

[wolferals]

WAKE UP CALL**

again a collaboration with my wonderful friend @bbaronpiper ❤️❤️

Both of us wrote half of the story, i hope you like it. And definitely check out her writings!🌸

arón piper imagine

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steffi/@bbaronpiper:

7:30 am. Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm you turned it off quickly but you still heard a low groan coming from the other side of the bed. You felt Arón stir a little but refused to open his eyes. You turn to face him and run a finger on his cheek. Savoring the few moments you have with your boyfriend. You slept last night without him. He was out partying with his friends. Again. You didn't have a problem with it at first because you swore you'll never be that type of girlfriend who controls and forbid their man on the things they want to do. Until recently, it became a habit of his.

"Morning, Baby" His voice was low and husky. ​

You smiled at him in return, scooting closer. "Slept well?"

"Si" He said while rubbing his eyes. "Partying after spending whole day on set isn't easy"

You bit the insides of your cheek to stop you from spitting the words. Arón must have noticed this since he then turned to lie on his back and exhales. Leaving your hand that was on his cheek to fall on his shoulder. "Do you have something to say Y/N?"

You leaned on your elbow trying to get him to look at you. Your hands travelled down to his chest "Don't you think you've been partying a lot lately?"

"Mmm dont think so.." he shrugged still not looking at you.

"You're barely home" you almost whispered not sure if you want to push this discussion.

"What do you mean Y/N? I'm always home" he then looked at you.

You were about to open your mouth to spill everything you've been feeling lately but then decided not to. He probably too tired for drama anyways.

"Come here" he motioned to you as he opened his arms. You complied and laid on his chest. "Te quiero." He lifted your chin up and look at you deeply. "Don't ever think otherwise. Even just for one second" stupid you, let your heart flutter at his words smiling up at him sweetly.

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You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your thoughts. You stare at yourself in the mirror and saw your red and puffy eyes. You kept staring blinking rapidly trying to stop the tears from forming. You stood there for what felt like years before wiping your face with a clean towel. You held your breath one last time, tightly shut your eyes only to open them again, exhale and went out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

2:40 am and he's still not home. Why are you not surprised?

It was so obvious. Looking back now, you felt like a complete idiot blindsided by love. You should've seen it coming when he gave you that smile that didn't reach his eyes anymore, the way your lips touched and moved in sync but the desire to have you was gone.

"Bet you couldn't last a day without fucking me" you laughed as you teased him. You two just finished fucking and were now watching a movie when his hands travelled up to your thighs again.

"Is that a challenge?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Nahh, just stating facts" you then got this brilliant idea to get back at him for all those times he made you beg and tease you. You straddled him, bury your face onto his neck softly gliding your lips against his skin while your finger trace against his bare chest. You wore nothing but an oversized shirt of his. Nothing underneath so you're pretty sure he felt how wet you are right now. Normally, this would work. Arón never declined sex.

"Bebe" you whispered to his ear seductively and nibbled on it after.

"Shhh!!! Here comes the best part!" his eyebrows furrowed as he pointed on the screen.

Oh this was gonna be hard. "So, you're saying, you wouldn't touch me even if I am naked?" he shrugged, his lips formed an inverted smile with his eyes still glued to the TV. You then took your shirt off. And you swore you heard a soft "damn" coming from him. You just wanted to mess with him, tease him but the feeling of his skin touching yours turned you on as you start grinding him through his boxers moaning close to his ear.

Nada. No emotions.

You sighed in frustration so you decided to take it to another level. You then turned your back at him leaning on his chest, you open your legs wide and draped your legs on his. You smirked as you can already feel his growing bulge against your ass.

"I hate to fuck myself but since my boyfriend's ignoring me.... Oh well" you announced as your hand gripped his leg and your other hand start to play with your clit. Rubbing small circles and moaning softly at first. You can feel him shifting underneath you. you were surprised when he grabbed your waist and push you off of him and sat you on the side.

"Yo.. you're b-blocking the view,Y/N" he said uneasy. His hands gripped his thigh and bit his lower lip way too hard for you not to know he's about to give in.

You scoffed at him "Oh it's on!" you then place your left leg again on his right one and start to rub your clit faster than before making you moan so loud saying things like "Ohhh baby..." "Si, Arooonnn, si!" you're so wet it made it easier to switch from rubbing your clit into inserting two fingers inside you. your other hand then reached for his growing bulge. He refused to touch you but you definitely wouldn't refuse to touch him. You started palming him as you pleasure yourself earning a low growl from him. "Let me ride you baby"

You then suddenly felt his hand over yours, the one you had on your pussy and jerk it. "You drive me crazy"

sara/me:

He managed to push you away a little so he could finally flip you both over so he was now on top.

Smirking down at you he pulled down his pants, making his hard dick slap against his lower stomach.

„Open up."

You bit your lip and jerked your head back to give him easier access to hover over your face. Slowly he slid his dick in your welcoming mouth, making both of you moan out softly.

„Mhm just like that." he groaned and held onto the wall for support as you were sucking his tip seductively.

„Take it." he suddenly spoke and pushed his length into your mouth. It was always a little hard for you to fit all of him in your little mouth but he still made sure you were okay.

There was still a little space left so you nodded at him to tell him he could push his entire dick in your mouth.

„Dont want you to gag, u know that." he just mumbled but did as you told him and he slid his cock deeper.

„Ah fuck." he groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.

You could feel tears building up, he seemed to notice too because he pulled out completely. You swallowed and took a deep breath. „You good?" he spoke but you just replied by bringing his tip back to your lips.

„Mh good girl." he moaned out as you kitten licked his tip.

„On your stomach babygirl." he groaned after you had sucked on his tip for a bit.

He got off of you and stood up to get a condom from the drawer.

Meanwhile you lied down on your naked stomach and waited for him.

„Open your legs for papi." he growled as you felt a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. That made you moan out in pain but it also felt good. It wasnt hardcore pain, but you did know it would leave a spot.

You opened your legs and lifted your hips up a little.

„Yes good." you heard his deep voice behind you.

Arón grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips for support. „Ready for my cock honey?" he asked.

„Yes papi." you moaned as a response before he slowly slid his hard cock into your trembling pussy. „Ah fuck you're always so tight." he whispered and grabbed your hips roughly.

Without hesitation he started slamming into you as if there was no tomorrow. With harsh thrusts he kept hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open.

Arón was moaning loudly as you could already feel him getting closer.

He changed his angle a little by aiming higher, laying down on your butt.

„Babe." he growled and suddenly grabbed you by your hair.

He he never done that before.

And he knew you didnt like it since your head was sensitive.

But that moment you were so turned on, you didnt even think of stopping his actions.

Arón fucked you roughly and fast while you were moaning out his name or cursed. You could hear him panting against your back.

„Im coming baby." he groaned and slammed into you with no mercy. You couldnt keep it any longer either.

Two last thrusts and he had you coming for him. Your body started shaking as your orgasm went through your body like lightening.

„Yes baby come on." he smacked your butt once again until he came as well. „Fuck yes." he almost screamed and jerked your head up on your hair.

It hurt but you were too concentrated on your own orgasm you didnt realize.

Your back was up against his chest while his cock was twitching in you, spilling his cum into the condom.

„Ah fuck." he breathed out as he calmed down from his intense orgasm.

You were pretty exhausted too and just expected him to cuddle you and finish the movie but he suddenly whispered:"On your back."

You were confused but followed his commands and lied down.

„Put your arms behind your back. No touching until I come back."

By nodding you agreed and he left the room without saying any more.

You waited patiently for him to come back and it was really hard not to touch yourself. You just came, yes, but your clit hadnt gotten any of his attention yet. And usually he ate you out before sex or at least rubbed your clit while he was fucking you.

It took him about 5 minutes to finally return to the bedroom, he was now wearing jeans, but his upper body was still exposed.

„Did you touch yourself baby?"

You shook your head truthfully and spoke:"No I didnt."

-„Promise?" he asked and stood in front of the bed looking at you.

„I promise daddy."

He nodded and finally climbed inbetween your legs.

„Good girl."

He spread your legs carefully before finally attaching his lips to your thighs, placing soft kisses everywhere.

This boy could really fuck you rough and tell you you're his baby a second later.

Your hands were still behind your back, just as he had told you to, while his tongue was tracing circles on your thighs and lower stomach.

„Arón." you moaned out, seeking pleasure.

He loved being called daddy or papi, but hearing you say his name was his biggest turn on. He loved your voice, and when it said his given name he got reminded how much he loves you really.

„You sure you deserve this for being such a bitch to me before?" he played.

„Arón please." you exclaimed and looked down at him.

He was just laying there, looking up at you, no part of his body touching yours anymore.

„You know what. Nah. Maybe tomorrow."

[maxineswritingcenter]

Promises

@laphirablack : Vampire Diaries request: Stefan x reader. Reader is a reaper like Stefan and he convinces her to turn her humanity back on. ANGSTY PLZ

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Damon and Stefan sat in their living room. After fighting and failing to capture (Y/N), Stefan's new vampling who turned her humanity off, they poured a cup of very old and expensive Brandy and recollected themselves.

"So..." Damon began, already giving Stefan a bigger headache that he already had, "Who knew being a ripper went from creator to created." Damon sipped his drink.

Stefan sighed and sat back against the leather chair, "Are you going to somehow make me feel guiltier than I already do?"

"Who me?" Damon put a hand to his chest in shocked, "I would never, little bro." He paused, "But!"

Stefan sighed and hid his face in his hands.

"I did tell you that turning her would come back to bite you in the backside." Damon stood up and looked over the broken widow that (Y/N) had escaped through.

"You're the one who suggested giving her my blood to heal her after that run in with Klaus." Stefan looked up at his brother from his hands.

"How was I supposed to know that he would stab all of us including your human?" Damon sauntered his way back to where his brother sat.

"You have this thing for those innocent ones and as soon as they get one drop they can't seem to stop themselves. First Elena, now (Y/N)." Damon said. With inhuman speed, Stefan got up and shoved his brother across the living room. Damon fell through the doorway, quickly coming back and shoving Stefan's shoulder.

"This isn't my mess, Stefan." Damon made glaring eye contact, "She died, she couldn't handle it. I told her to let go, trying to do you a favor and she went postal."

"Oh what a favor you did me." Stefan shook his head and made his way out the door.

"Where are you going? She could be anywhere!" Damon called.

Stefan didn't know exactly where he was going until he heard glass breaking coming from Elena's house. He sped there and onto the porch. The door was open, the glass from it's window smashed. He went inside and found Elena in a chair, passed out and being tied to a chair.

"(Y/N)." Stefan said cautiously. (Y/N) looked up at him. There was blood dripping down her mouth. But Elena didn't seem to be bitten.

"Oh don't worry so much, Steffie. It's not hers." She wiped the back of her mouth across her hand, smearing it on her skin.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Oh please, I'm doing Mystic Falls a favor. This whole damn town is so worried about Elena. Elena this. Elena that. Nobody gave a rat's ass when my folks died. But because she was a founding family, and a cheerleader and pretty, that means that everybody cares. Well I've had enough. So I'm dropping this preppy bitch over the bridge." (Y/N) moved that hair out of Elena's face. Elena was knocked out, but wouldn't be for long.

"Sounds like a lot of caring for someone who turned their emotions off." He took a step forward.

"Ya know, I was thinking about that. And the fact of the matter is, all of my goddamn problems sprang from Elena Gilbert. Elena wants back on the squad after she quit, Caroline kicks me off the squad. Elena's parents die one year before mine and nobody gives a shit about me, who has to live with Mayor Lockwood and his anger prone bonehead son as a charity case for his campaign. I got to be the blood bag for countless enemies coming after her as collateral damage. I'm lumped in with Matt as the weakest links in your little Scooby Squad because we're human. And you? You can't get over your ex girlfriend so much that you found an exact replica and ignored everyone else on the damn planet. Then when she leaves you for your brother? I get chosen as a rebound. I've had it!" She shouted, "Once she's gone I can leave this place and drink my way through the country."

"Ric wouldn't let that happen. I won't let that happen." Stefan said taking another step closer.

"Stefan, if you get any closer, I snapping her head clean off." She bared her fangs, her eyes darkned and her veins went a deep purple. But her voice was shaking, that meant she could bolt at any moment, "I have no problem kicking you to the curb again."

Stefan took her bluff and quickly grabbed her and pressed her against the wall by her shoulders.

"Why does this whole town protect her like she's their town treasure!" She snapped and struggled against him. He had over a hundred years on her but he was barely keeping his composure.

"This isn't you, (Y/N). Elena is your friend. We are your friends. And we don't want anything to hurt you." Stefan looked into her eyes that we're still so dark.

"You're just saying that because you're still in love with her!" She spat, "You're always protecting her! Why don't you protect me? I'm the one who keeps getting taken as ransom for her!" All of this anger she had for Elena and Stefan was slowly slipping into sadness and that meant she was coming back, Stefan just needed to get her all the way there.

"You're right. I didn't protect you. And I should have. I'm sorry." He said, keeping a firm grip on her arms.

"I should have been there for you. I can't change what's happened. But I can change what I do from here on." He said.

(Y/N)'s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away, "You say that. You say that but you'll go back to her. It's always going to be her! I hate you!" She shook her head, "I hate you!" That's when her resolve broke and she burst into tears.

"Hate me. Hate me all you want. But I promise to be there. Even when you don't want me. Because I care about you. And I won't let anything bad happen to you again." Stefan said, brushing the hair out of her face. She let out a little sob and her knees buckled. Stefan took them both down to the floor and they stayed there. He held her close and let her cry and even hit him if she wanted. But they stayed there on the floor until Elena woke up.

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The next morning, Stefan found (Y/N) in the kitchen, drinking a steaming cup of coffee.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he sat down next to her at the island in the kitchen.

"Oh, you know. Just peachy. I only murdered several people and tried to kill one of my friends." She groaned and sipped her coffee, "But thanks to you, I didn't."

Stefan leaned on the table and tried to get a look at her face but she only stared at the mug.

"You still mad at me?" He hummed and pushed her hair behind her ear.

She finally looked at him. Her eyes were bloodshot, like she had been crying all night.

"A little. But you promised. And a Stefan promise isn't to be taken lightly. Considering you promised Damon you would never give up on him. Even if you should've." She smiled weakly.

"I can hear you!" Damon called from upstairs.

She rolled her eyes and continued, "You can control being... What did you call it? A ripper?"

Stefan nodded, "It's hard. It's a very hard thing to do. There are some day that you want to give up and drink human blood. But you can't. Or you will hurt your friends and innocent people. You'll lose yourself."

"Well." She shrugged, "Let's get started then."

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Alright! First Vampire Diaries imagine on lock!

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Taglist:

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@somebodyto-love

@beanie-beebo

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[littlewalken]

Nov 18

I feel a cold or severe hay fever coming on so I’ve prepared my rest nest. I can reach my yarn balls to crochet, the doll heads and their paint, the reroot supplies and heads, books and DVDs. 

Painting the heads just needs me to put some time aside and do it. As they need to dry between layers, especially Azrijgbgfdkal because he’ll need some layers built up to make the paint stick, I can crochet and watch a goat’s ass in the mean time.  

One half project I was reminded of is Stephen Colbert-

I’ve been wanting to tweak his forehead since I painted it all them years ago. I’ll give him a slightly more neutral expression. Otherwise he’s good. Hopefully his skin tone is the same pale one I’m using for Spooky Chris. But unless the PTE tubs is one of the ones already out it will wait.

Jon Stewart however is perfect as he is.

fuck you

I want to wait to do some rerooting until the Malibu trio arrive. Mostly by which I mean the vintage PJ, so I can see if any of these girls need to share her shade of blonde. Their heads are so small compared to Monsters who I’m used to doing that I have to math differently. 

Left to right the molds are Twiggy/Casey, Stacey, and Steffie face. I’m probably going to repaint if not touch them up, or at least change the eyebrows, while copying the look of Barbies of that era. 

Others who have been with me since they were new that could use rerooting are Beauty Secrets Barbie and Loving You Barbie. I checked how Darci’s holes line up and needle and thread can be done if she decides on a color. There’s a bald Tropical Miko who is 50% sure she wants khaki green, and a 90s Belle sculpt who has some cheap nylon of the era frizzies. And my old Malibu Skipper and one who got a bad chop job on perfectly soft hair...

The Dendri Starr needs to be redone with craft store curls, she only has one row of holes in a super soft head and the volume will help out. Two Maddie Mods, Uneeda Wendy, Durham Charlie, and a couple other clones need done.

I can’t say when but I will be having a GTFO sale with lots of heads and stuff. I might be half interested in trading, do show any 20th century Barbie clones and their stuff, but doll peeps know when some gotta go some gotta go. 

And I think I might redo my Life in the Dollhouse Steffie face big head Midge in pink. I’ve seen a squad of pink Steffie faces around. 

But see why I’m not really rerooting or planning who gets what until the trio arrives. 

Unless Darci wants a specific color. She’s just a reroot and replacement body away from looking as good as new.

And I wish I knew if any of you doll peeps were physically near me because I do need to get rid of a bunch of playsets and stuff that came with the second Sears dollhouse that I don’t want and the greedy kids next door don’t need. 

[kari-izumi]

Hope: *forgives Liam for being a horny waffle for marrying Steffy in Aspen,

Hope: *gets over the fact that she had a whole ass anxiety attack for sleeping with him bc she did it to keep him from Steffy*

Hope: *takes him back after Rick's lie with no self reflects as to how believable it was in the first place*

Also Hope: *breaks up with him so he can "be free" to raise the kid Steffy thought might be his father's and the baby she adopted that everyone calls "his daughter" unironically*

Me @ this goddamn fucking show, realizing I can't laugh at anyone else's fandoms when I've watched this shit my whole life:

[tomodachi-stargaze]

TVD 2×6

Jeremy seeking out Damon because Elena and everyone else won't include him in protecting the town in any capacity… it's sweet in a fucked up kinda way :’)

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Damon: “keep your bby bro out of my hair pls”

Elena: “omg Jere what is he doing to you?!? Keep away from him :(“

Jeremy: “no stfu :|”

If you or Steffy included the messed up lil dude in stuff… Nahh nvm you're too holier than thou for reality:)

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Yeah Bonnie just hurt the Werewolf already 🙄 ffs

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Bonnie: “the Moonstone is somewhere dark, small, wet-”

Me: Mason shoved it up his ass???? :0

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Damon always does the fucked up dirty work.. torture scenes are no Bueno.

-

Oooo Stefan is in vervein soup now.. not good..? ofc Elena is gonna save him ugh.

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Damon: “how rude of me- I just realized I didn't offer you anything to eat :)”

*shoves Wolfsbane down Mason's throat *

UWU

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Damon is uncomfy with Mason being just like him- doing Katherine's bidding for ‘love’, believing everything she tells him… doing anything she asks.. smdh

-

Caroline's scene where she compelling her mom… it's so damn sad :(((

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Annnnnd Damon stupidly gloats and gets Katherine all angy.. Stefan probably has the vampire equivalent of stomach ulcers…

Oh great now Jenna stabs herself. Typical soapy bs that Katherine is somehow always ahead.

Steffy and Elena breakup: #1 (of 3? Can't remember)

and Damon trying to make it right and it's too late.. he caused hurt to Stefan and Elena AGAIN :(

Ffs just tame your temper ://

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Screwed (Part 1)

Request: Professor!Jensen goes to a strip club and takes a liking to the reader who is a stripper. Then he finds out that she's a new transfer student who ends up in his class.

Pairing: Professor!Jensen x stripper/student!reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language, smut

“You know...” said the handsome man you’d spent the better part of ten minutes kissing behind the strip club. His hair was tussled, tie half cocked and sleeves rolled up, a big smirk on his swollen lips. “I don’t pay.”

“You think I take any guy out here?” you asked, tugging on the stripped tie, smashing his lips to yours fast before shoving back on his shoulders. “No way, sweetheart.”

“Again,” he said with a pant, “I don’t pay.”

“Again,” you said, grabbing his waist, pinning him back against the cold brick, his tongue jutting out to lick his lips as he watched you. “You want me, I want you. I don’t see how this is a problem.”

“Aw, you’re adorable,” he said, spinning you so you were back against the bricks. “I’m the first guy you’ve ever done this with. Too shy to get down behind a seedy strip club.”

“Maybe I’m just waiting for a gentleman such as yourself to take me to his car,” you said, the man’s lip twitching up before his hand was on your wrist, pulling you towards the last car in the parking lot.

You climbed in first but didn’t lay down, meeting him in the middle for another rough kiss that surprised him. He leaned back, your legs moving to straddle his hips. But he saw the movement, hands sliding under your ass and tugging you into his lap.

“Ride me,” he growled. You bit at his bottom lip while he reached into the back of his suit pants, fishing a condom out of a wallet and ripping it from the packaging. Quickly you undid his belt and zipper, shoving his pants down far enough for his cock to pop free, his hands rolling the condom on in the dark space. 

He grabbed your little shorts and tugged them down, not that they were covering all that much anyways. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, his large hands grabbing your hips and slamming you down on his length. 

“Too much for you?” he teased. You pressed your hands on his shoulders, shoving him back against the door panel, his dark eyes staring up through long lashes. You slid off his length and slammed back down, the man sucking in a breath he didn’t release.

“Let me know if I’m too much for you to handle, sweetheart,” you shot back, starting a fast rhythm that had the car rocking and the man pulling your face down to his. 

He was a perfect size, not too much of anything, definitely not little anywhere, his hips finding the pace you set and snapping up to meet yours. Everything was going too fast though, you were too wound up and it wasn’t going to last. He’d winked and smiled too much when you were up on stage doing your show, shimmying out of your top and bottoms, walking around and making sure you gave him a nice view of everything but showed nothing.

God, then he bit his lip and...

You moaned as you clamped down on him, the man squeezing your hips and riding your through your orgasm until his own hit and you slapped the steamy window near his head. 

“Shit,” he mumbled when you fell on top of him, trying to get your breath back. “Fuckin’ shit.”

Eventually you sat up and pulled off of him, sliding over to the other side of the backseat to fix your shorts, the man dealing with the condom and adjusting his pants.

“You’re not too bad yourself, pretty boy,” you said, the man chuckling as the flush started to disappear from his face. “See you around.”

“Oh, I hope so.”

Your new roommate was chatting your ear off as you walked across the quad to your first class of the day. She was nice and she didn’t mind that you paid your half of rent with cash. Or that you stripped on the side so you could save up for your own place.

“You’ll love Jensen. He’s such a cool professor. He never takes up the whole hour and a half either,” she said as you headed into class. “Dresses like a stuffy dork when he teaches but I saw him using the campus gym once and boy does he have a body.”

“It’s too early in the day for me to get this worked up over a hot guy, Steffie,” you said with a smile.

“Well that’s him over there,” she said, pointing at the back of a man in a suit, struggling with plugging in a charger for his computer from the looks of it.

“Hi, Professor Ackles. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, the new transfer student. You emailed me the syllabus last week,” you said with a smile, holding your paperwork for him in one hand, the man standing up and spinning around.

“It’s nice to finally meet...” he trailed off, blinking a few times. 

“Oh,” you said, the man from the night before staring back.

“Shit,” he said quietly. “You...you’re...”

“Stop freaking out. We’re in class,” you muttered. “Take my paperwork and we’ll talk after class.”

“Hey guys,” said Professor Ackles, voice probably an octave too high. “I’m having computer problems. Everyone send me their assignments from last time and do your reading but class is cancelled.”

Everyone practically ran out of their seats, Jensen shutting the door once everyone had left.

“Way to play it cool dude,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to find out I slept with one of my students last night!” he whisper shouted, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck. Oh, the one fucking time I do something like that and it’s a damn student!”

“Well what are we going to do about it now?” you asked, crossing your arms at him, Jensen throwing his hands up. “Forget it happened. We didn’t know. Now be a big boy and suck it up.”

“Hey, that I’m in charge shit works as foreplay but not in here,” he said. “You need to go to a different class.”

“I don’t think so. I need this class this semester to graduate on time,” you said.

“Then take an extra semester to graduate,” he said.

“I’m sorry, did you forget I strip? I think that might be an indicator that I’m not rolling in money, Jensen,” you said. “I’m taking this class. Now get over it.”

“I can’t do that,” he said.

“Why not,” you growled. 

“Because I was going to go back to that strip club tonight and find you, ask you out on a date. I can’t date a student,” he said.

“You have a crush, get over it,” you said, adjusting your bag, Jensen shaking his head. “What.”

“You brought me outside last night not for money or even sex really. The sweet girl I was talking to last week doesn’t strike me as the hookup type. You had a crush too,” he said.

“Well you do this fucking lip bite and winking thing and screw you, I wanted sex,” you said turning away.

“Yeah, but if I came back tonight, and we didn’t know you were my student, would you have said yes?” he asked.

“No way,” you said, Jensen staring you down until you sighed. “Oh, were so fucked, aren’t we.”

“We can keep this professional right. No outside contact. Nothing at all while you’re my student,” he said.

“Perfect. Now let me get on with the rest of my day.”

Thursdays were boys nights at the club and you knew being a new dancer was bound to attract extra attention that night.

Yet the only face in the crowd you really saw was the pair of green eyes staring up at you, an apology in them but not enough to hide the want.

This wasn’t going to end well.

A/N: Part 2 here!

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[roughsexwithgaga]

False Impression

Lady Gaga rolled out of bed and grabbed the pack of cigarettes and the lighter on her bedside table while she stumbled across the floor to the terrace doors. Her body ached like she had been working out all night and her tongue felt like she had been licking the bark off a tree for hours. The dreams had been intense and seemed real just as she had opened her eyes, but now they faded. She had been running, and the anxiety still clung to her.

She picked up a blanket from the floor and wrapped it around her before she stuck one of the cigarettes between her lips and opened the doors. As usual the handle malfunctioned and she cursed at herself for forgetting to tell one of her employees to alert the maintenance guy while she yanked it open. Once the door was opened she took a step out to inhale the New York City air and lit the cigarette, took a greedy drag and exhaled with a cough when she heard a familiar voice.

”Good morning, Steffi.”

She turned her head and looked inside the bedroom and the messy bed she just left. Her jaw slacked and the package and the lighter slipped out of her hands. What the…? What happened last night? How much did she have to drink? She looked at her close friend Tommy London, who clearly felt comfortable between the sheets in her bed. Her face must have given her away because he looked disappointed.

”You were like… completely smashed yesterday,” he said and let his hands explain exactly how smashed she was by moving them rapidly in opposite directions.

She swallowed and raised a perfectly arched eyebrow while she sucked the cigarette. Exhaling the smoke through her teeth she muttered, ”Clearly.” She didn’t want to ask him what happened, but tried to sense if she had sex. Her hips bucked for no particular reason when she focused on her vagina and the muscles down there.

Tommy noticed her puzzled face and how she made an awkward move with her lower body like she tried to cough. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers and got out of the bed to walk up to her. His hair stood right up on his head and he ran his fingers through it. He picked her cigarettes up and put it on the table next to her. ”And no,” he said and smiled. ”You know nothing happened. I don’t know what upsets me the most, that you doubt me or that you doubt yourself.”

She pressed her lips together and pouted them to shrug it off. It kind of scared her that she had been so wasted she had no memory of what happened. What if he was lying and she really had been embarrassing yesterday. And why didn’t he get out of the bed as soon as she passed out?

”But why-” she pointed at the bed and he interrupted her. It was obvious to him that she didn’t remember anything whatsoever and he wondered if she would believe him.

”You insisted that I would sleep there.” He sat down on one of the chairs and looked at her. His eyes glittered. ”Before I knew it, you had tossed your clothes off and demanded that I should keep you company until you fell asleep. I tried to sneak out, but you were hard to trick. Even in your state.”

She didn’t believe him and he could see the skeptic look in her eyes. Eventually she laughed, which caused the hangover to gallop around in her head and made her feel nauseous. Tommy thought of how her smudged mascara and eyeliner made her look really sexy. She had her hair loose, and some of the shorter straws fell into her face.

”You look incredibly hot, Steffi. But you can still carry yourself when you’re hammered. Not everyone can do that. I’m pretty amazed.” Tommy still had the image of her naked as she stumbled around the room, scattering her clothes everywhere because she couldn’t keep her balance long enough to put the items in one place. When she had bent down and pulled her thong down he had held his breath and tried not to stare, but it was impossible. And frankly, why did she take her underwear off? The tiny accessory – yes it was an accessory, it wasn’t clothes – snapped out between her fit butt cheeks and she raised one leg to step out of it and nearly fell forward. The cheeks that jiggled when she bounced into the furniture – he couldn’t unsee it and closed his eyes when the image reappeared. The only way he could avoid seeing her waxed clean pussy was if he was blind AND dead.

He had quickly turned around and seconds later he heard a muffled sound when she exhaled and fell into bed. ”Come keep me company,” she had purred and looked at him with her catty eyes, writhing among the fluffy pillows. And he had hesitated several times, even though just sleeping next to her would be a dream come true. Touching her would be out of the question since she was so hammered he doubted she would remember anything and she was his friend. Today he knew he had done the right thing and he had not laid a finger on her, but her ass had been so damn close to him at some occasions when she had been spinning around in the bed. Eventually he had wrapped the comforter around himself so he looked like a caterpillar and stayed that way all night.

”Do you mind if use the shower?” he asked.

”No, go ahead,” she said and smiled. Still wondering how she got home and what happened. The butt end of the cigarette nearly burnt her fingers when she stood there trying to figure out the events yesterday and in what order they took place. She heard the water being turned on and realized she had to pee. She walked in and dropped the blanket on the floor. She pulled a t-shirt over her head and put underwear on before exiting the room.

She opened the door to the hallway and noted that her floor was empty before she used one of the toilets located by the stairs. Resting her head in her palms she felt her forehead pounding, but the nausea had suddenly disappeared. Only to come back and open the taps in her mouth so she felt the saliva build up and the cold sweat down her back. She got off the seat, turned around just in time and threw up.

After a few breaths she felt ready to stand up and washed her face and mouth. Her eyes were red and swollen. ”Hot? You must be blind, Tommy,” she muttered and turned the water off. Wiped her face on a towel and returned to her bedroom. Slightly freshened up, she put her glasses on and saw what a mess she had caused yesterday. Her clothes were everywhere.

She could smell coffee and freshly baked bread and didn’t know if she was hungry or nauseous again. As she wasn’t ready to face anyone just yet she started looking around the room for her phone while she waited for Tommy to finish showering. She was just about to yell down the stairs for Ashley when Tommy came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a tiny towel and with him the steam from the shower at his heels like he entered a stage through smoke. The whole room became as humid as the tropics. ”Seriously, men!” Gaga muttered. ”Kids that grew up, but kept their 7 year old brains.”

He smiled at her and started picking his clothes up while she entered the bathroom. She tossed the t-shirt on the toilet seat and started washing her face before she stepped into the shower with the toothbrush between her teeth. She really wanted to take a bath, but felt rushed for some reason.

…

Gaga walked downstairs and saw the busy kitchen, where some of her team had been preparing breakfast and Gaga’s schedule of the day. She chirped ”Good morning,” and sat down on a chair while Sarah put a mug of coffee in front of her.

”How’s your neck?” she asked.

Gaga looked up and her smile was forced. ”Why? What did I do?” She rubbed her neck but didn’t really notice if anything felt different.

Sarah raised her eyebrows. ”You don’t remember? How strange,” she said with a smirk. ”You head-banged to My Heart Will Go On – through the entire song.”

Gaga giggled and took a sip from her coffee mug. The headache slowly faded and she started to feel better already. ”I seriously don’t know how I’ll get through this day just yet,” she sighed and rubbed her forehead between two fingers. ”First, we have to go to the studio-” She was interrupted by Ashley sticking her phone in her face.

”Oh yeah, you left this on the bar yesterday and I didn’t even bother to give it back to you because…well, yeah.” Ashley snickered.

”Oh my… thank you,” Gaga frowned and took the phone. She had a few missed calls and some texts.

”I answered it yesterday when Christian called but told him you were… unable to get into contact with.”

”Is he mad?” she asked and bit her lip.

Ashley shrugged. ”He’s arriving today.”

Gaga let the air out of her lungs. ”Quick, I need something to pick me up. And what do you have for me today, Tom?” she asked and looked at her stylists.

\o/

Gaga returned to the house in West Village late afternoon after a visit to Inez & Vinoodh’s studio to plan a coming a photoshoot that she was very excited about. She pulled her clothes off and left them in a pile for her assistants to sort out while she stepped into the living room to check her MacBook.

The couch looked really comfortable right now so she planted her ass into it, put her feet up and leaned back with the laptop on her lap. With one hand she ruffled up the slicked back hair on her head while she tried to not get distracted by the activities around her.  

She was exhausted and a little dehydrated, but she was most of all hungry and asked Christian if he wanted to go out and eat. He sat with his head in his palm and scrolled through his phone.

”Hey,” she said and tried to get his attention. ”If you can tear yourself away?”

”Mmmmmm…” he mumbled and slowly raised his eyes from the screen while he took his reading glasses off. ”What?”

She snapped her fingers. ”Dinner, hun? You and me?”

”No thanks, I ate while you were changing outfits,” he said and looked at his phone again.

”Ok, great,” she muttered and looked in front of her. She didn’t really have the energy to go out again tonight and she wanted to be fresh tomorrow, but she wanted to have a nice dinner and a glass of wine so she alerted Ashley to get her a reservation.

She told Christian she was going out anyway and he nodded and said have fun. She stared at him. ”What is it? What have I done? Why are you so distant?”

He looked at her and pulled his eyebrows together. ”Nothing. Just go with your friends. Or order something.”

She stared at him and waited for him to continue. ”My friends?” she asked when nothing was added. And that was apparently the end of that discussion. She sighed. Just as good since she didn’t want to sit and eat while he barely paid attention to her so now she definitely wanted to go to a restaurant.

”Do you even listen to what I say?” she asked and when she got no reply she got confirmation he wasn’t. She looked at him for several seconds and then took her phone and texted Tommy and asked if he wanted to be her date for the night. He must have been sitting with the phone in his hand because he replied immediately with a thumb up and a few other emojis of people dancing and beers.

She found a t-shirt and a pair of black jeans that she slipped into while Christian observed her. She pulled her hair back up in a bun and swept with the mascara over her lashes, pouted her lips and decided to just put on some lip gloss.

When she was done she stepped out of the room and left him sitting in the middle of her chaos after a quick kiss. ”Now you see me,” she smiled and pulled away when he tried to hold on to her hand. Her smile made his heart beat a little faster. Her lips looked glossy and swollen and his eyes landed on the chipped tooth that somehow gave the illusion that her front teeth were bigger. ”How are you so beautiful,” he whispered but she was already out the door.

Tommy was waiting outside when she bounced out the door and down the stairs. She tossed her leather jacket over her shoulder and started strutting down the street towards her car and her driver. The evening was cloudy and heavy clouds of rain were hanging over their heads, but it was still warm.

Inside the car, she took her sunglasses off and said she had reservations at Vandal.

”That’s gonna be perfect, and after that we can go to the Bowery and catch Turbonegro,” he said excitedly and turned towards her.

”Wait,” she said and put her hand up. ”I want to wake up and remember what I did yesterday this time. Can we eat first and decide later.”

He tilted his head to the side. ”Tsk tsk, are you getting old, Steffi?”

\o/

Two hours later she stood beside the stage with a beer in her hand while Tommy was completely swallowed up by the music. The beer bottle in his hand was already empty but he kept swinging the bottle towards his mouth and seemed surprised each time there was nothing in it. Gaga offered to get more beers and gave him her own half empty bottle in the meantime.

Tommy turned towards her and shouted that they could leave if she wanted to. She shook her head, felt the alcohol make her thoughts soft and the outlines blurry. The music hammered against her ears while she thought of Christian and his damn distraught mind.

\o/

Gaga pulled the t-shirt over her head and crawled into the bed under the comforter until she felt Christian’s warm body. She kissed his arm and smelled his neck while she pressed her tits against him. A sure move to get his attention. Her hand slowly moved down his chest towards his groin and her lips softly nudged his. He let out a sigh and raised the book up as to show her how occupied he was.

”Not now, I’m not… can’t you see I’m reading?” he said and added, ”You reek of alcohol.”

She stopped, stared angrily at him and then she flipped the comforter away intentionally so it landed over Christian’s head and his book as she slipped out of the bed. ”I just want to be close to you. Is that so hard to understand?” she nearly shouted with a long exhaling sigh. She picked the t-shirt up and walked out of the room slamming the door shut behind her before Christian got a chance to say anything.

She sat down in an armchair in the opposite room and pulled her feet up underneath her while she reached for the cigarettes on the table. Pulling a deep breath she looked out the window and wondered what the fuck she did wrong now. Resting her chin in her palm she listened to the voices downstairs and thought maybe she should join them. Better than the boring man inside her bedroom.

The cigarette was put out and she sat up when she felt hands on her shoulders. She raised her head to look at the reflection in the windows, but before she caught a glimpse something was pulled in front of her eyes and tied at her neck. ”What th-”, she said but someone said ”Sssch,” very softly.

She tilted her head back and tried to see if there was any light let in through a small glitch by her nose but it was pitch black. Warm fingertips were pressed against her face, down from her cheeks to her lips and she parted them slightly, preparing for a kiss. Nothing happened. She tried to listen to the other person breathing and pulled deep breaths to sense the scent of the other person, but only realized how depending she was on her eyes.

”Christian…” she whispered. It had to be him. Who else would do this? It scared her that she hesitated.

Without touching her skin, the hands pulled the t-shirt over her head and she felt the cold air giving her goose bumps. She sensed her nipples getting stiff and how the area around them got all tense and hard. Something pressed against one nipple and it felt like a thumb slowly caressing and rubbing it. Warm breaths against her skin and then a tongue licked it. She twitched because she wasn’t prepared. Then the other nipple was teased as well, pinched between two fingers while the lips wrapped around the first one. She inhaled to press her tits against the face of the person sucking it put they pulled away before she could feel the familiar 2-day beard stubble.

It was obvious whoever it was wanted her to guess, but she couldn’t think of anyone being bold enough to do this to her with Christian on the other side of the door so it had to be him. She raised her hands to touch him, but he wasn’t there. Did he leave? She couldn’t feel the presence of another person so she got on her feet and took one step to the side so she wouldn’t stumble over the table. Suddenly the hands were on her hips, the soft fingertips made her turn around and gently pulled her thong down. It was definitely a man. She could hear the deep, increased heavy breathing.

The hands made her sit down again and the fingers parted her legs, traveling up on the inside of her thighs and stopped just before they reached her pussy. She felt the moist air against her crotch and how lips pressed against her groin. The tongue swept against her pussy lips. Whoever it was made her insanely turned on. The tip whisked across her slit and when the wet tongue eventually fully lapped her wet folds she inhaled and felt her juices seep down inside her vagina.

She raised her hands again to put them on the man’s head but he grabbed both her wrists before she could touch him. ”Christian!” she said again and laughed. The grip was strong and she tried to twist her arms to break free, only to discover how weak she was compared to the other person. She started to breathe faster, sensing how she was about to panic.

”Christian, I…” she whispered and heard her own voice tremble. She tried to stand up and pulled herself up using the hands holding her as leverage. She fumbled with her fingers across her forehead and pushed the blindfold up. The dimly lit room was still light enough to make her squint and put one hand in front of her eyes. She felt like an idiot.

Stumbling on her feet she felt the arms embrace her from behind and let her own hands glide over his hands. The familiar veins on his hands and arms. The beating of his heart right between her shoulder blades. She turned her head and felt his cheek against her neck when he kissed her in the dimple between her shoulder and the collar bone. ”I’m sorry,” he whispered. ”I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He let her turn around so she could face him. To his surprise she had a tear in the corner of her eye and blinked it away.

”I didn’t know…” he said and looked into her eyes. ”I didn’t… Baby, I didn’t realize I triggered something. It was insensitive and I’m sorry.” Christian sat down on the couch and let her slip down into his lap with his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. He kissed her temple and smelled her hair when she put her face in her hands.

”No, I’m sorry. It’s been a lot these days. I think I’m stressed and I couldn’t think.” She wiped her tear away from her cheek and smiled faintly at him.

”I upset you and I was a jerk pushing you away when you came to bed. I was being an idiot because you went out with your friends. It’s no excuse. Do you want to talk about it?”

”It’s just… I felt so helpless and weak. And no, no it’s nothing.” She wiped her nose and inhaled. Her cheeks looked puffy and her nose was red. The eyelids were dark and the dents underneath her eyes were visible. She looked tired and licked her lips while staring in front of her. Christian thought of how her eyes looked empty. Like she wasn’t focusing on anything and lost in her own thoughts.

”Come to bed,” Christian said and moved her hair away from her cheek.

She turned her face towards him. ”I’m sorry I ruined your surprise,” she said and smiled that faint smile again.

”Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.”

Gaga got on her feet and Christian held her hand, making her walk ahead of him. The voices from downstairs a little louder now, and familiar. She didn’t know why she got so scared. She felt so ridiculous and ungrateful when Christian tried to make things more interesting. She didn’t need that right now. She was happy with the way things were and just wanted to feel loved and appreciated, but he probably thought she thought he was boring.

”Listen, Christian,” she said and made him stop. ”You don’t have to be extra or anything. If that’s what-”

He laughed and looked into her eyes. ”No, that’s not what I was… OK, yeah.”

”It’s perfect the way it is, don’t you think?”

”Princess,” he whispered. ”Whatever you want is perfect.” He put his hands on her face and kissed her softly. His lips were warm against her full, soft lips and he felt how she relaxed while she parted them. His stubble was rough against her cheek, and when he stroke her face against hers to kiss her neck she shivered and pulled her shoulders up and let her hands glide along his face and neck. She felt his pulse rising with each kiss and slowly made him lie down on the bed. She hovered over him, and he felt her tits press against his chest when she kissed him.

He put one hand on her nape to keep her face near his and felt her soft hairs against his fingertips. He smelled her and closed his eyes when she continued down and pressed her lips against the dimple between his collar bones and moved his necklaces away. His teasing had turned her on and the new touches made her body carry on where it had been interrupted. She wanted the anxiety to go away and to surrender herself to the feeling of release the orgasm would give her.

She rolled over on her back and he followed her, felt her soft thighs against his waist when he was raised on his arms and she let her fingers run over his chest and down towards his groins. She felt the warmth and his tense muscles, the veins and how he was neatly trimmed when she cupped his balls and let her hand run up the throbbing shaft. How hard he was and how the veins stood out and gave way when she put her fingers around it. She guided him towards her slit and felt the knob press against her wet opening and parted her legs a little more. His breathing was getting more intense and he reached down to grab his cock, parted her labia with two fingers and as soon as he felt how wet she was he felt the desire to push inside her explode in his groins.

She held her hands against his neck, felt him try to control his breathing and hold back a grunt as his throat got thick. The veins on his neck stood out and he started breathing through his mouth while he sank inside her tight cunt. The slight resistance while her vagina adapted to his size always made him nearly paralyzed with pleasure and he hurried to pull out and push inside again, like a fucking addict trying to repeat that first rush.

His pelvic bone hit hers and she bucked her hips, raised her legs and felt him ram her quite hard. His thrusts were deep, rhythmic and steady. He would keep going until he felt her breathing increase and the muscles in her lower body spasm. Then he would speed up and push her over the edge, knowing she could be orgasming for several seconds if he just did it right. She deserved that.

”I love you so much,” she whispered and he felt the hairs on his arms stand up and the light touch of her fingers against his neck and shoulders got greedier. Her nails digging into the skin and her grip around his arms hardened when he started moving a little faster. The firm lock of her legs against his waist got more pushy as she made him speed up by moving her hips toward his.

She felt him tremble when he tried to focus on not coming yet, and she moved her hands to his back and let her fingertips stroke along his ribs. Felt the slow rhythm from the movements of his hips and pushed her shoulders down into the mattress. He was raised on his arms and drove his cock deep inside her with each thrust, each hard shove causing her tits to jiggle and look irresistibly heavy on her elevated chest. Her wet, pink nipples brushing against his chest, hard and swollen from his kisses.

She raised her legs and he placed them on his shoulders, put his hands under her butt and pulled her up into his lap. His hands nearly reached around her waist when he pulled her down on his cock. Her back was arched and she reached between her legs to rub her clit while he fucked her. As she approached the orgasm she started spitting out words describing how much she loved his fucking cock and what it did to her. He pushed against her legs, nearly folding her like a switchblade and supported himself on his arms. Raised his hips and rammed so hard against her the sound of their bodies swallowed up her words.

When she finally came she let out a deep, guttural whimper and spat out ”oh god fuck me, that feels so fucking good” and bent her head so far back Christian only saw the tip of her chin and the tensed muscles inside her neck when she spasmed through the orgasm. He kept pumping while her vagina cramped around him and eventually he came too. He held her down while he unloaded inside her, and then watched his wet cock as he pulled out. Still hard and leaking with semen he slipped out of her beaten, soaked hole and saw his load seep out when she moved her legs.

She pulled him down and laid her head on his chest. He breathed fast, felt his dick go soft against his thigh and he could sense that she smiled. ”I love you. Don’t scare me like that again,” she said and he noticed how her voice was so much more confident and soft again. She raised her head and looked into his eyes. The light from the bed lamps hit her face from the side, casting a shadow on her cheek from her nose and her lips were swollen and slightly parted. He traced the lines by her mouth from her cheeks with a finger and she closed her eyes and kissed his hand.

Her eyelids were glossy and had a darker shade than the rest of her face, her brows were furrowed together and her cheeks blushing. She breathed a little faster than usual, her skin had patches of red from the blood rushing through her body. She looked up again and as always he was amazed by her huge eyes and how they didn’t shy away but gazed right back into his, green streaks highlighted by the side light and the pupils narrowed when they were hit by it.

”You are so beautiful,” he said and let her lips wander across his hand until she moved closer and kissed his lips. She felt his hand on her back as they slipped down until it reached her butt, slowly groping one cheek and squeezing it gently and lovingly. Her weight on him, barely noticeable, and her softness against his roughness.

”Do you want to tell me why you’re so distant?” she asked and felt how he held his breath underneath her when she continued. ”Is it something I did?”

The silence annoyed her. He didn’t even hurry up with a lie and an excuse. Eventually he exhaled and she sensed how his chest lowered.  

”I’m sorry I just had a lot on my mind and I know you are busy and-”

”Talk to me then. That’s why we have each other. You can’t leave me in the dark.”

”I know, I just didn’t want to put more on your shoulders.”

”We need to communicate, Christian. I’m right here.”

”There’s a lot going on at my job, and they’re re arranging and shifting a lot of positions so I just wanted to keep myself updated.”

She looked at him. ”Really? Uhm-hm,” she nodded swiftly like she wasn’t convinced. ”Really, Chris. That’s bullshit. They do that all the time, and you never get that invested into that.”

He pulled a deep breath and put his face in his hand. ”It really has nothing to do with you.”

”Stop lying and tell me what it is! I’ll help you anyway I can. If it involves you, it involves me.”

”But it really-”

”Every time you say that I think that you secretly want to leave.”

He inhaled and looked directly into her eyes. ”Who was with you in this bed, and this room when I was away?” There was no accusation in his eyes, only sadness and she felt like she was drowning in his dark brown eyes. For several seconds she was falling and tried to grab on to a ledge to stop the swindling feeling. She was blocked and couldn’t see what he was thinking.

”Christian, I-. I wasn’t… nothing happened.”

”Who? You think I lost all sense of smell? The bed is made but the sheets reek of after shave.”

”No one. No one did. I don’t know what…” she stuttered and then she gave up when his eyes started accusing her and he opened his mouth to say something. She knew he was gonna tell her to stop lying so she did.

”Tommy. I just didn’t want to be alone, and he-”

”Christ,” he muttered but didn’t look away and kept her gaze for several seconds until he noticed how uncomfortable he made her feel. ”What if I did that?”

”I would be so jealous,” she replied instantly and put her fingers against his lips. Then her face crinkled up. ”But I was so out of it. I don’t even remember it and I was so shocked that he was there when I woke up.”

”Then maybe you should consider not drinking until you don’t know what you’re doing. Is he telling you nothing happened? What else do you do when you don’t know?”

She laughed once. ”I wouldn’t have sex with him. And I can tell I didn’t. He wouldn’t do anything to me.”

”But you would?”

”Stop twisting my words. Nothing happened and it never would. I am not attracted to him. We are friends.” The Gaga he knew suddenly slipped back into her and started biting back. He felt her hands on his chest and the fingers curling so that her short nails dug into his skin. Her lips were so close to his face and her messy hair stuck to her cheeks.

”I love you,” he said and let his hands glide up her back to her shoulders. ”I scared you, and you scared me. We’re even now.”

”What? It was all pay back?” She closed her fists and hammered his chest once. Before she realized what happened he had wrapped her up in the comforter and wrestled her into the bed so she didn’t know what way she was facing or what was up and down. ”Stop!” she laughed when she felt his hands on her waist and how he tickled her until she could hardly breathe. ”Stop! I’m sorry,” she shrieked and just as suddenly she was released and felt his weight on her when he pushed her down.

The cold metal of his necklace between her tits and his warm lips pressed against hers. He kissed her gently, tasted her and continued down, filled his mouth with a nipple and licked it while she arched her back at the tingling sensation. His rough chin stroke against her belly on its way down between her legs.

”Yes, my love,” she whimpered when she felt his lips against her south…

THE END

[vera-dauriac]

Season 3? What Season 3?

(This is part of a series of posts I’m making celebrating my 3rd Anniversary as a fanfic writer. Follow all of them at the hashtag: leather anniversary.)

To say the third and finale season of Musketeers was a disappointment would be a profound understatement. In fact, it was hate of that season, particularly the travesty of Athos and Milady, separately and together, that really defined the early days of this blog. Before the season began, I had started my first Milathos fic, New Skins and Old Memories, a speculation on what S3 might hold. In that fic, I also didn’t have Milathos end up together, Milady heading off to lead a mercenary existence, and yet, I’m not seeing how it could be more different from the steaming pile of shit we were given in Season 3.

In fact, the events of S3 left me so upset, I actually took a break from writing NSaOM to write two satire fics--Sophie, Steffy, Staci, Suzie and Comte de la Crapos. The first posits that the events of S3 were a bad dream, and the second is a post-S3  world were Athos is a miserable failure and Milady is awesome and not interested in his sorry ass anymore. I apologize for neither.

After all these fics, I wrote what I think is my best Muskies fic, and also the longest work I’ve ever written on my own. (Aside--I write original fic on my own and with my hubby, but none of those novels are long solo stories.) That fic is The Plans of Battle, aka Milathosville. Like NSaOM, it picks up with Milady at the crossroads, but this one has her immediately returning to Paris to help Athos and Treville with the war. There’s a whole mystery plot and political intrigue, but there are also some of the best sex scenes I’ve ever written, from Milady and Treville giving Athos a send off in a cramped closet, to Milady and Athos having survivor sex, and all three of them finally getting together. I’m proud af of this fic, and it makes me ridiculously happy that it’s one of my most popular.

Next up--Versailles