#Lady Marmalade Challenge

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The wonderful @eccaiia tagged me way back when, and fresh off the presses, here is a little breakfast party from Invisible Girl, written today! I have a quiet day, and it is so cozy -- I'm lying on the carpet writing, ah...

For any inquiring minds, this scene actually happens before any mentions of sandwiches. Antonio's warmup act, we'll call it ;)

She was saved by the arrival of their breakfast which indeed looked appetizing, vibrant fresh fruit sliced into chunks, fried eggs with their yolk a golden disc and peppered lightly with green herbs, bread toasted warmly and served with several dips and spreads. The soup was in two tureens, and Velia lifted the lid of one to find cloudy broth with cubed vegetables and some sort of sausage. “Heavens,” Antonio said, speaking her thoughts for her. “What a spread. Thank you, my good man.” The waiter bowed his head. “I’ll leave you to it. We’ll be stopping in Boulder in three quarters of an hour, sir.” “Thank you,” Paris echoed. Antonio passed them each a small bowl and plate. “Dig in. Except for that piece of bacon there, that one I will duel you for.” “Since you’re the one packing a pistol,” Paris said, with a small smile, “I won’t challenge you this time.” “You’re too kind,” Antonio said, picking up his claimed piece of bacon. He tapped Paris’s coffee cup with it. “Cheers.” Paris rolled his eyes. Antonio held out his bacon in Velia’s direction. Thrown off guard, Velia picked up a piece of toast and tapped with him. Then she had to peruse the different spreads. There appeared to be marmalade, two other berry jams, butter molded in the shape of a carrot, and the soup for dipping. She would simply have to dip in a bit of everything to try it out.

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[liljakonvalj]

Not a single person has asked, but my favourite musical genre is musicals/show tunes. And I thought I'd give you guys the top placing song from each musical on my Spotify wrapped this year. They are in order of appearance on my top 100.

I made a little poll at the end in case you wanna count how many of the songs you've heard. :)

The story of the phantom from Goosebumps the musical - Phantom of the auditorium (first on the list). An enchanting (but wrong) retelling of Phantom of the opera. I know nothing of the rest of this musical, but the female singer is sooooo good.

Uppstånden from Det största påskÄgget (Risen from The largest Easter Egg). A Swedish musical about the origins of the Christian Easter. This song specifically is about when the deciples has learnt that Jesus rose from the dead. This song has banger lyrics and the key change towards the end elevates it all.

A story told from The count of Monte Cristo - the musical. The villains conspire to frame the main character for crimes he didn't commit. We love a good villain song <3

Off with his shirt from Galavant. I don't really know what's going on but I think the main character has been trapped in a gay bar?? A bop though!

The megaSIX from SIX. The end of the musical were all the wives of Henry xiii has united in one final song about their legacy with a mashup of their solos. High energy throughout despite heavy subject matters

You didn't know from Hazbin hotel. The main character learns that the heavenly angels are behind much of the troubles in hell (I think??) Honestly I had severely misheard some lyrics that made me rethink the song once I heard them correctly, and I don't think it's as good now :(( I didn't know... ;)

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A man after midnight) from Mamma Mia the movie. This movie is so feelgood, and i think this song takes place at the party the night before the wedding. A banger!

Dead girl walking from Heathers the musical. Veronica, main character, hooks up with new bad boy in town JD. This will surely not have dire consequences for her classmates...

Cabinet battle #1 from Hamilton. Hamilton discusses politics in the newly formed us government. The piano slaps.

Från New York till Stillwater from Kristina från Duvemåla (From New York to Stillwater from Kristina from Duvemåla). This song is legit quite boring, legit a quick retelling from a side character of the main characters going from a to b. I would've preferred the second song from this musical on the playlist (A Sunday in Battery Park) to be the highest of the two because it's a more interesting and honestly a song I prefer over this one. But alas. This song is quite introspective and actually a bit frightful of the unknown that awaits them. We love a Danjel solo though!

Devil take the hindmost (Quartet) from Love never dies. The phantom, Raoul and madame Giry wonder if Christine will take the Phantom's deal while Gustave vocalises. This musical sucks <3 but the way their verses twine together just tickles the brain.

Lady marmalade - Thunderpuss Radio Mix from Moulin Rouge. It's a remix from the credits of the movie. It's so fast-paced and chaotic in a good way.

God Games from Epic the musical. Athena beseeches Zeus to help Odysseus from the island he's imprisoned on, and he challenges her to convince other gods to join her cause. The singers for both Athena and Zeus are just absolute power houses and their parts is highlights of the entire musical, and to have them both in a single song is a treat. I also enjoy how the song changes with the different gods' appearances.

Revenge party from Mean girls the musical. Janice, Damien and Cady plots the downfall of Regina. Janice is so extra and hyperbolic which makes for a funny and up beat song.

You can't stop the beat from Hairspray. It's just a good group song.

Madame guillotine from The scarlet pimpernel. The citizens of Paris sings of their new favourite execution method. It's a good ensemble song.

Den vej jeg går from Robin Hood (Eventyrteatret). (The road I walk from Robin Hood (the adventure theatre)). Two siblings argue over who has chosen the right path. Idk much because it's in danish but it's good.

Down once more/Track down this murderer from The Phantom of the opera. The bombastic end to a grand musical. The phantom, Christine and Raoul face off in the Phantom's lair. The parts were they sing over eachother are so good, the emotions are high and both lyrics, voices and orchestra just build it all up perfectly.

Gethsemane (I only want to say) from Jesus Christ superstar. Jesus laments his coming death, begging God to save him from this burden. The WHY SHOULD I DIE??! is truly legendary.

There! Right there! from Legally blonde the musical. Elle makes her first victory in court due to her amazing gay-dar. This song is so wonderfully mid 00s

Legendary from Bring it on the musical. It's showtime and the troupe gotta show what they're made off. I've never seen the musical or the movie it's based off so I'm not really sure what's happening. But it sounds Legendary.

Hopelessly devoted to you from Grease. Sandy laments her crush, that isn't what he seemed this past summer. The instrumentals when she sings "But now ... There's nowhere to hide!" are phenomenal.

[motownfiction]

say what you mean

Steph meets a woman at the DIA about a month after Sam’s funeral. They meet at the Edgar Degas exhibit, which Steph becomes obsessed with the first time she walks through it. Something about the ballet dancers makes her feel beautiful. Something about the woman who always seems to be here at the same time makes her feel beautiful, too.

Turns out she works at the DIA, and she helped put the exhibit together. Her name is Jane, and she has a master’s degree in Art History from State. Steph wonders how they could have possibly missed each other on campus until she realizes Jane is nine years younger than she is. She’s not sure if Jane seems older, or if she hasn’t grown up herself. At any rate, Steph doesn’t hesitate before asking if she can take her to TJ’s for lunch. She doesn’t hesitate before recommending the Carlotta Chocolatta Ice Cream Cheesecake, and she doesn’t hesitate before paying the entire bill. She doesn’t cringe when Jane sings “Lady Marmalade,” and she doesn’t cringe when Jane asks if she can kiss her in the car.

It’s been three months since that day. Steph and Jane wouldn’t exactly call themselves girlfriends, as Steph is a little worried about dating someone almost a full decade younger. Jane assures her it’s nothing. She’s twenty-six, holds a master’s degree, and has lived on her own since she was eighteen.

Depending on your definition of alone, she usually says, and Steph knows what she means.

Doesn’t stop them from spending as much time together as they can. Steph has never known another bisexual woman before. Lesbians, sure. Jill, Katie, probably more whose names she can’t rattle off so easily. But Jane is so easy to talk to. Steph never feels guilty when she has to talk about Sam, and she’s never put off when Jane mentions an ex-boyfriend. There’s something there – something Steph doesn’t think she’s ever felt with anyone else. It might not be that kind of passionate romantic love, but whatever it is, she enjoys it.

Jane, on the other hand, seems like she’s growing cold.

They lie in bed together on a Friday night, and Jane asks the dreaded question.

Where is this going?

Steph exhales, wishing she could sink into the pillows beneath her head and disappear.

“Jane,” she says slowly, sounding too much like the kind of person she hates, especially in bed, “we’ve talked about this. My ex died four months ago. It’s weird for me to think about dating someone else full time.”

“But we see each other almost everyday,” Jane says. “And you know the age difference doesn’t matter. I’m not a kid.”

“I know you’re not a kid. I’m not a kid, either. It’s just … with Sam …”

“Who dumped you in 1985.”

Steph’s heart stops. She pulls the comforter closer to her chin. Sometimes, she forgets how long ago 1985 actually was. She had just turned eighteen then. She’ll be thirty-six in the summer. How has she changed? How is she any different? She is still a pitiful little girl, waiting by the phone for Sam to ring, and he’s dead.

Jane does not deserve this. She’s a woman, and she deserves better. So, Steph tells her that. Jane just snorts.

“Say what you mean,” Jane says. “Say you don’t want to be with me.”

“Jane.”

“That’s not what I asked for.”

Steph wants to tell her so many things. About how she wants to be with her, about how she thinks she could love her, about how she’s the only thing that makes her laugh in this world where laughing feels unfair. Steph wants to tell Jane to stay.

But she doesn’t.

And when she wakes up and goes, she won’t come back.

She shouldn’t.

(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day 11!)

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FallonTonight: .@ theebillyporter performs a Gospel version of @ kellyclarkson’s “Stronger” in the Musical Genre Challenge! #ThatsMyJam

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[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 152: The Beginning of an End

Shortly after the youngest Lawborne aged up it was time for the final birthday of the oldest: Papa Jack would soon be an elder.

He woke up that morning with a vivid memory of his dream the night before. He had been one of the family ghosts at the homestead, able to interact with the family he loved so dearly but no longer a part of their daily lives. He’d even dreamt of their grief and the feeling of being ripped away from them by the rising sun. Those feelings haunted him as he showered, changed, and followed his nose to his living family in the kitchen.

Peachy had taught Luigi the birthday song to sing along with the others at Jack’s party that evening, but the little man couldn’t wait. He belted out the tune while they had breakfast, and both Papa Jack and Dada Peachy smiled and clapped for their proud little performer when he finished.

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The party wasn’t until the evening, so the boys enjoyed their rainy day off in Brindleton from the warmth and comfort of their living room.

Luigi served Peachy imaginary doughnuts from his “food truck”, telling his dada that they would be just as delicious as one of his cakes. Jack enjoyed watching his two best guys bond, staying on the sidelines and entertaining Marmalade with a laser pointer. He loved quiet family time like this.

He didn’t feel ready to be an elder yet, but he took solace in knowing he still had many more days to enjoy with his family as a retiree.

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That afternoon their old friend Valentina brought her family over for a visit. It was hard to believe little Kelsie was already a teenager, but their younger son Scott was the perfect age to play happily with Luigi while the grown-ups watched TV and chatted.

The ladies were curious if the men had any plans to expand their own small family. Jack’s eyes seemed sad when he told them that no, it didn’t make sense to have another child when he would soon be an elder. Secretly Peachy hoped to change his husband’s mind about that when he presented his magical birthday gift that evening. Once Jack ate the kelp and turned, he’d have a long and active elderhood to look forward to, fishing and fathering.

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When the ladies left Jack put Luigi down for a nap and trudged upstairs to get ready for his last birthday. He found Peachy waiting for him, a present in his hands. Jack opened the tiny box and stared in confusion at the contents. Why was Peachy giving him with a scrap of what looked like seaweed?

Peachy quickly explained his gift. Jack simply needed eat the salty snack, immerse himself in water, and he’d transform into a merman.

With a big smile he excitedly told his bro that as a merman, Jack’s elderhood would be long enough that they could raise Luigi to adulthood together, maybe even have another child, and Jack wouldn’t have to compromise his principles!

It was the perfect solution to their age difference problem!

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[the-firebird69]

Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim, Mya, P!nk - Lady Marmalade

It was kind of self-explanatory damn AKA Dave I see they're messing around with me nobody does and he's going to get hurt too but not so you can understand it but boy what he's saying to us sounds like you're fucked

Zues Hera

Yeah it sounds it I do see what you're saying what would he be doing with a huge pool of blood Trump?

Dave

I sort of get something we're massively annoying to him this is massively annoying and I think it's funny he says because you're so f****** dumb and cheap you're such a huge assholes to me and threats all the time and you know that you're getting there under other people's power but you haven't tied up you thought I think that someone's probably helping you with the labor cuz you're a little dense. Yeah that's probably true I'm going to get out of here this sucks you're right the whole time this kid of mine is a f****** fruitcake how dare you sing that song and not know what the status is and then says kicked out of town as the ragamuffin I'm going to make it into a character is so embarrassing you lard ass piece of s***

Trump

Hey is that Obi-Wan staff or is that your armor there's another thing coming up I guess

Zues Hera

You're answering me the whole time and you keep saying it and you're stupid Obi-Wan Kenobi so I bet you over and drove it home

Tommy f

I can't believe it he's been fudge backing me too fudge packing this is going to suck I know what it is he's been taken from this idiot saying it's going to the empire and it's not we have to do something for Christ's sake I said stop him

Jason

I got the idea somebody stopped that man too late and yeah

Tommy f still a challenge but I took it seriously and I needed this you know to get my shifts out to try and get it edge over the empire at least defend myself and they attacked me viciously and you all were happy about it and what he was saying is now what we're going to piss in the wind for a few months not know what's going on hope that the next guy takes a fall and it's ridiculous but they serve the empire for quite a while I guess can't be helps what's happening

Olympus so our son and daughter and us we say Trump would you like some ojue sauce with your ojue sauce

I'm sort of getting something now people are making fun of us and they're involved and they got stuff taken from them and The fleets probably massive somehow I'm on board and he says no those guys look like that and sound like it and I'm saying this wow that's bad and it is bad I miss it all because I'm picking on this poor person here and it's really not good I'm a sickle fan but not all the time he encouraged it tricked it forced it use power I'm out here I get it

And the empire is backing it they're going to regret that cuz that guy doesn't hit fake I noticed that too and he said that last sentence

Trump

[tuiccim]

Angelface

Pairing: Nomad Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+. Virginity loss, innocence kink, praise, pleasure dom, sex work, unprotected sex/exposure (wrap it before you tap it!.)

Word count: 4k

Summary: It just never happened for you and you were tired of being a virgin. You wanted experience and you wanted your first time to be good, so you hire one of the infamous madam, Lady Marmalade's gentlemen to introduce you to the world of sex.

A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Lady Marmalade Writing Challenge organized by @yarnforbrains​. Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullabyfor beta reading for me. Lady Marmalade banner by @yarnforbrains. Moodboard and dividers by me.

Dedicated to my darling friend @mjolnir-steve.

You stood in the room you had been shown to and trembled as you waited. Clad in the lingerie you had bought for this night, you take slow breaths while casting your eyes around the room. It was opulent, as was everything in Lady Marmalade’s establishment, but this room was more muted than others you had seen. The king size bed was covered in a soft comforter with silken sheets underneath. Mahogany and green furniture were placed around the room and you wondered if anyone else had ever stood in the middle of it as you did, both scared and excited to be taking this step. 

You had chosen carefully among the options for your first adventure. Nomad was described as a pleasure dom who was both gentle and firm. And it didn’t hurt that he was the most delicious looking man you had ever seen. Tall, dark blond, and muscular with a beard and beautiful blue eyes. You were excited to meet him, but when the knock on the door came the butterflies in your stomach worked double time. 

“C-come in,” you called. 

“Hi. I’m Nomad.”” The adonis that walked in was even larger than you expected and your eyes widened. 

“Hi,” you shift uncomfortably. 

Nomad steps into your space with an air of self-assurance that makes you feel small. His fingers tip your chin up to look you in the face. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

“Let’s go over the rules, okay?” His voice is mesmerizing and you find yourself nodding along. 

He takes your hand and guides you to a large armchair where he sits. He looks up at you expectantly making you move towards the matching chair but he pulls you into his lap. 

“Sit here, Angelface,” he says softly. 

“Oh, okay,” you shift in his lap to get more comfortable. 

“Careful. I’ll forget to go over the rules if you keep squirming like that.”

“I-I’m sorry!”

“I’m just kidding. Are you nervous, angel?”

“A little. I’ve never done this before.”

“Don’t worry. I'll make sure you enjoy it. First, we need to establish a safe word. Do you have one chosen?” Nomad asks. 

“Is tulip okay?” you ask. You’d never had a safe word before but you had read about them and came up with one just in case he asked. 

“Perfect. I read your sheet with your limits and preferences,” Nomad asks a few questions that you stammer replies to while he interlaces the guidelines for the night. 

In all of his questions you never can quite bring yourself to admit the real reason you’re here. How do you tell him that you chose to lose your virginity in this way? You had come here in hopes that this would be a pleasant and pleasurable experience. You wanted your first time to be enjoyable since it wouldn’t be with someone special. 

“You have me all night. When we’re done, would you like me to stay or leave?” Nomad asks. The question throws you off and you panic searching for the right answer. “Hey. It’s okay. You can decide later.”

“I think stay,” you reply tremulously. 

“Okay. You can change your mind at any time. Now, I think that was everything we needed to go over,” Nomad smiles as his hand wanders up your thigh and caresses your hip. “Would you like to get started?”

You nod nervously and he captures your chin between his fingers and thumb. 

“Words,” he says with a raised eyebrow. 

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl,” he stands with you in his arms and carries you to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he lays you on the silky sheets, unties the robe you wear, and pulls it open revealing the sexy yet innocent lingerie you have beneath. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

He pulls his shirt off and settles over you. His lips touch yours gently and when you respond, he slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan lowly at the welcome intrusion and feel your body begin to tingle with anticipation. A moment later, his hands are kneading at your breasts and you feel his growing erection pressing against you. Then, suddenly, panic sets in. It was going too fast for you. You needed a minute. You needed more time. You push against his wide chest and try to pull away. 

“No. Stop,” you whisper. 

Nomad had heard those words slip past many women’s lips to encourage him to get rougher. He grabs your hands and hauls them over your head. His hips press into you harder. Burying his face in your neck, he chuckles, “Like it a little rough, huh, Angelface?”

“No. Please, stop. T- tulip!”

Before you can even entirely register his movement, Nomad is sitting at the end of the bed with his hands up in a non-threatening manner. You sit up, staring at him and breathing heavily. 

After giving you a moment to calm, he asks, “Can you tell me what I did that you didn’t like? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize. If you aren’t completely comfortable with what we’re doing then we need to stop. You were right to use your safe word. What do you need, angel?”

“I…” you feel near tears at the moment. Shame welled up in you as you admitted to your lack of experience, “I’ve never done this before. Any of this.”

“Okay. Let me make sure I’m understanding you correctly. When you say you’ve never done this you mean sex?” Nomad cocks his head. 

“Yes.”

“Okay. Tell me what you have experienced.”

“Um, kissing. Some p-petting. Over the clothes. I-” you’re so embarrassed you have trouble continuing. 

“You? It’s okay, angel. There’s no judgment here. Tell me what it is you’re looking for.”

Exasperated with yourself and the situation, you blurt out, “I’m a virgin and I don’t want to be anymore. I just realized at this point it’s never going to happen the way I thought it would. I want to experience it and I want it to be good. I want to be introduced to it by someone who knows what they’re doing. But at the same time, I’m scared. I’m nervous because I don’t know what I’m doing and it was going so fast. I just wanted to go a little slower. I want to learn what I like and how to do things. I know it’s pathetic and I was scared to tell you before because what if you don’t want a client like that.”

Truth was, Nomad found your confession endearing. His heart went out to you but not out of pity. He was impressed and turned on by your adventurous spirit. He reined in his smile so you wouldn’t think he was laughing at you and explained, “It’s not pathetic. It’s actually pretty cool. It just never happened for you and instead of waiting for it, you found a way to have the experience for yourself the way you want it. I admire that.”

“Really?” you ask, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

“Really. And, truthfully, it’s hot to think I’ll be the first you ever experience those things with,” he slides closer to you, watching to make sure you didn’t shy away. 

“Nomad, you-”

“Steve.”

“What?” you look at him curiously. 

“My real name is Steve,” he explains. 

Understanding that he was revealing a glimpse beyond the facade to make himself more real to you, you smile, “Steve. You, um, you don’t have to say that. I know it’s not exactly sexy.”

“I think you’re very sexy,” Steve smiles sweetly. 

“You have to say that,” you demure.

“No, I don’t. Tell you what, I promise I won’t say anything I don’t mean as long as you promise to be honest with me about what you like and don’t.”

You lick your lips and nod. 

“Words,” he whispers. 

A thrill goes through you at the command spoken so gently, “Yes, agreed.”

“Good girl,” he says, causing another zephyr of pleasure to trill through you. “Can I touch you?”

Staring at him, you start to nod but then quickly breathe out a yes. 

“Fast learner. I like that,” Steve caresses your face and swipes a thumb over your lips. “We’re going to take it slow and I’m going to check in with you as we go. I promise you, angel, I’m going to make sure you enjoy this. Use your safe word if you want me to stop. Tell me if there is something you don’t like. I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

“Yes,” the word comes out embarrassingly fast. 

His lips caress yours in a gentle kiss. Pulling back, he looks at you for any apprehension before going back in for another kiss. You take the initiative to put your hand on his chest as your lips flirt with his and a little thrill goes through him. He's surprised at the way he’s reacting to you. He can always perform but he’s never felt this level of attraction or emotion with a client. Maybe it was your innocence or knowing the trust you were putting in him but he was enthralled. 

As the kiss deepened, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you onto his lap. He hadn’t wanted to lay you back under him again until you were a little more comfortable. You melt into him, shifting in his lap to bring yourself closer. 

“Little squirmer, aren’t you?” Steve whispers as he trails kisses down your neck. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper nervously. 

“I like it, angel,” his teeth scrape your skin sending a shiver through you. He pulls you more firmly against him and ruts his hips into you. 

You release a small gasp when you feel his erection press against you. Steve pulls the strap of your negligee down your shoulder before pausing with his hand hovering above your breast, “Can I touch you here, angel?”

“Please,” you whisper. Your body is tingling in anticipation of his touch and when his thumb swipes over your nipple you let out a whimper and bury your face in his neck. You berate yourself for sounding so pathetically needy but you were already gushing, and by the time he got to your panties they would be soaked through. 

“Don’t hide from me. You like that?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to lay you back and take this off of you. I want to be able to feel every inch of this soft skin."

You laid on the bed feeling vulnerable in only a pair of panties. Steve leans on his arm while trailing a hand back down to your breast. He kisses you with more intensity as his hand makes its way lower on your stomach until his fingertips brush your pantyline. You take a shuddering breath causing him to pull back in order to stare into your eyes, “Okay?”

“Y-yes,” you whispered, staring at him wide-eyed. 

“Good girl,” he says as he kisses you again. 

You whimper into the kiss when his hand brushes your folds. His finger traces your slit and then circles your clit making you moan. "That's it. Let me hear how good it feels."

Steve trails kisses down your neck and chest. When he reaches your breast, he flattens his tongue to give a long lick across your taunt nipple. Your back arches as a little cry escapes you. Encouraged, he does the same to your other side and then switches back and forth between the two making you writhe under him. His fingers had played over your clit making you feel incredibly warm and when he reached to pull the panties off of you, you had lifted up to oblige him. 

His fingers rubbed over your clit a few more times and then slipped lower to press at your entrance. Your knees lifted just a bit signaling Steve that you wanted him to continue. He slid one finger into you and you let out a small cry as your sweet cunt seemed to pull him.

"Fuck, you feel good," he says. "Angelface, I want to go down on you."

You nod as you stare up at him, barely managing to whisper a yes. 

"Normally, I'd use a dental dam but I want you to feel the warmth and wetness. And, truthfully, I really want to taste you. Is that okay? I've always used protection before and I'm tested regularly…"

 "Yes. It's okay," your mind reels. He wanted to taste you? Fuck, that sounded so hot coming out of him. He trailed kisses down your stomach and your breathing picked up. When his lips hit your apex, you let out an exclamation, "Oh!"

"I'm just getting started, angelface," Steve says as he takes a long lick up your slit.

Your eyes slam shut and your head tips back as he works his tongue over you. Grabbing the sheets, you open your legs wider, finding the sensations almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. He works his finger in and out of you in time with his tongue over your clit, building you up expertly. Swirling his tongue in swift circles, all of Steve's concentration is on making this as good for you as possible. When you begin to tremble, your whimpers coming closer together, he knows you're approaching the precipice.

"Let go, angel. Come for me," he encourages before diving back in. 

"Oh, fuck, oh, God," you whine before letting out a high pitch whimper as your orgasm breaks over you.

Steve works you through it making sure to pull every sweet sound and shudder from you. When you've come down, he kisses his way slowly back up to your lips. He smiles down at you and then stands to reach for the buttons on his pants but you put a hand out.

"C-can I do that?" You ask timidly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, angelface,” Steve watches enthralled as you glance up at him innocently and then concentrate on taking his pants off. You’re surprised when you realize he isn’t wearing underwear beneath them and take a quick breath as his length bobs in front of you. 

Tentatively, you reach out to touch him before pulling your hand back, “Is it okay to touch you?”

Steve nods down at you. 

Smirking, you raise an eyebrow and repeat what he had told you several times, “Words.”

Steve’s cock jumps at the sassy remark and he reaches down to squeeze your face with one hand, “I’m gonna let that go but get sassy with me again and some discipline will be in order. Now, touch me. However you want.”

A thrill goes through you at the authoritative way he speaks. Reaching out, you brush your fingertips over his hard length. The skin was surprisingly soft in contrast and you trail your fingers down him until you gently cup his heavy balls. His breathing picks up and you wrap your fingers around him to pump gently. Licking your lips, you watch as he twitches in your hand.

“That’s good,” Steve whispers. The sweet way you were studying him and then watching your tongue wet your lips as if they wanted to wrap around him made him nearly feral. He wanted to throw you back on the bed and bury himself in you but he held himself off allowing you to explore. A drop of precum beads the tip and, without a second thought, your tongue darts out to lap it up. 

“Fuck!” Steve pulls away from you. 

“I’m sorry! I should have asked! I’m so sorry!” you cry, terrified you had overstepped. 

His chest is heaving and hands flex at his sides as his eyes bore into yours. 

“I’ll…I’ll go,” You start to stand but are suddenly pushed back on the bed. Steve’s body covers yours and he kisses you fiercely. You gasp but wrap your arms around him. His knee wedges between your legs and you know he can feel your wetness as you grind against his thigh. 

“Fuck, fuck. Jesus,” Steve exclaims as he rolls off you and onto his back. He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes as he breathes deeply. You stare at him in confusion and when he finally turns to look at you, his gut clenches. “I’m sorry, angelface. It’s okay. Everything’s fine.”

“I don’t understand what just happened.”

“When, that… fuck. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and all I wanted to do was bury my cock as deep in you as I could. I had to stop myself and calm down before I did something stupid. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please,” you whisper, “please hurt me. I want this. I want you.”

“Angel, you can’t say things like that. I’m gonna combust,” Steve groans. 

You take a moment to consider and then throw a leg over to straddle him. You rub yourself against his cock, “Please, please, Steve.”

“Fuck, let me put a condom on.”

“Do you have to? Can I feel you just this one time? Please,” you can barely contain yourself. You were so ready to sink down on him, to finally feel what it’s like to be full and fucked.

“Go slow, angelface. I don’t want to hurt you,” he groans as his hands grip your hips. 

It was awkward for a moment while you try to position him at your entrance until he reaches to help and then you let out a whimper as you feel his head press in. He watched you, every look that flashed across your face as you slowly worked him in. Fuck, he could come just watching you on top of him. The stretch was intense at first and a few bites of pain hit you. 

“Wait right there,” he commands when you pause and wince. His thumb rubs over your clit and he talks to you as he builds you up. “You look so fucking hot on top of me. You licked my cock earlier and I nearly lost my mind. Couldn’t wait to get inside you and then when I try to hold myself off, you climb right on top and go after what you want. Fuck, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. Look at me. Look in my eyes. I want you to come. I’m not going to let you move until you do and I can tell you want to. You want to ride my cock while I’m playing with you so you can know what it feels like but not yet. First I want you to come and clench around my cock. You can do it for me, angelface.”

His words push you over the edge and you come with a cry, clenching around his cock as your body cries out for more of him. You begin to move again, the pain a distant memory already. Your body welcomes him and you can’t find it in yourself to care about anything but the meeting of your bodies. 

“Good girl. That made it easier, huh? Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Oh, God, Steve! I didn’t know. It feels so good. Fuck,” you whine as you move and within a few seconds you come again, squeezing his cock. 

Steve’s face is in a grimace as he holds himself back from coming inside of you. When you’ve come down, he grabs you and flips you under him. His hips make slow circles against you, rubbing your clit with his V and making you lift your legs to draw him even closer. He kisses you deeply, his tongue pressing into your mouth before he pulls back to press his forehead against yours. 

“I’ll be right back, angel. I’m gonna slip a condom on. You’re making it hard to hold myself back.”

“Okay,” you whisper. You watch him slip out and you immediately miss the stretch of his cock in you. You didn’t think it would be this good. The way he talked to you, the way he moved, everything about him made you feel so incredibly comfortable and turned on. 

When he came back to the bed, your bodies fit together so naturally that you could swear he had already memorized you. He kissed you and gently pressed in again. 

“Oh, God,” you whimpered. 

“Feel good, angelface?”

“Yes. I…” you trail off. 

“You what? Talk to me,” Steve stares into your eyes. 

“I want more,” you feel your face heat, unsure how to express yourself. 

“More what?”

“I want to come with you inside me again. I… I want you to come.”

“Angel! Fucking hell, you’re so hot and so sweet,” Steve rains praises down on you as he moves a little faster. He builds you up with kisses and praise. His cock hits the sweet spot inside you and then he presses down on your mound as he fucks into you harder. Your eyes fly wide and you cry out as your body spasms and squirts. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. So fucking good for me,” Steve groans out the words as he comes hard. He collapses, rolling you both on your sides and pulls you against him. When your breathing returns to normal, he smiles at you, “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Me, too,” you reply and then giggle. 

Steve laughs, charmed by this playful side of you, “I can do better.”

And he did. He spent the next few hours tutoring you, with drink breaks and conversation in between. He had you on your back, your belly, all fours, on top, and standing in the shower. When you finally passed out in his arms, after he utterly exhausted you, he smiled as he buried his face in your hair to sleep. 

Waking up several hours later, sunlight streaming in through the windows, you felt his cock pressed against you from behind as he spooned you. 

“Good morning,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder. 

“Good morning,” you smiled. 

“Can I have you one more time, angelface? Please?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you answer. You feel him roll away and then hear the crinkle of a wrapper. A second later, he’s pressed against your back and his hand slides down to the apex of your legs. You intake a sharp breath when he brushes your folds and guides his cock inside of you. 

“Are you okay? Are you sore?” He pauses. 

“A little but I’m okay. Please don’t stop.”

He’s incredibly gentle. His hips slowly working his cock in and out of you. You reach back to pull his face into your neck. You close your eyes and relish in the feel of him and the pleasure he gives. You had more orgasms than you thought was possible the night before and you were surprised when he was able to build you up again so easily. 

“It’s so good, Steve. It’s so good,” you sob.

“I know, angel. Fuck, you feel so good. Are you going to come for me again, pretty girl? Huh? I need to feel you coming around me again. Now, be a good girl and come for me. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes, yes!” you tremble as your orgasm overtakes you. The praise gave you almost as much pleasure as his talented cock and fingers. 

“Good girl. Such a good, fucking girl,” Steve shudders as you milk him with your orgasm. 

A little later, you’re dressed and ready to leave. Steve watches you with melancholy. He had never had an experience like the night before and he was already craving your body again but he also had enjoyed your mind. Conversation and laughter had flown easily between the two of you and he found himself hoping. Kissing you, he smiles and says, “You’ll come back to see me, won’t you? I have more to teach you.”

You smile at him and nod before kissing him one last time and slipping out of the room. You felt bad for lying to him. You knew yourself and you wouldn’t be able to stop from falling for the man that had shown you such kindness, gentleness, and pleasure. After all, you had accomplished your goal. Glancing back at the man watching you from the top of the stairs, you felt like crying knowing you’d never see him again. 

Part Two

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[breakablebarnes]

I Say, You Do

pairing: steve kemp x female!reader

words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, somewhat dark (I mean it is Steve Kemp), somewhat dubcon, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, sadism/masochism, restraints, dom/sub aspects, spitting, use of vibrator, orgasm denial, edging, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), oral (male receiving), face fucking, nipple play

summary: AU: Lady Marmalade owns a house of fabulous repute and employs only the finest specimens for her clients. After a hard week at work, the Lady knows exactly what you need.

a/n: Thank you to Dani, @yarnforbrains​, for organizing this! I know I waited until the last minute, but I did enjoy this challenge!! Writing Steve is fun hehe. Enjoy this absolute filth. 

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The work week had laid heavily on you this time. Just an enormous feeling of pressure on your shoulders to do everything made you want to do nothing at all. Think about nothing at all.

So, that’s when your friend Wanda told you about a place that she heard about that could help you do just that.

You walked in the door, a bell chiming as you walked in. You walked up to the desk and suddenly there she was – Lady Marmalade herself.

“Hey sugar,” She said sweetly, approaching the desk. “What can I do for you?”

You had known exactly what you were going to say when walking in, but suddenly all the words left your brain. It frustrated you that you couldn’t even think. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Hard week?” She posed, raising an eyebrow.

You huffed out. “I just feel all this pressure with work. I just don’t want to think for a while.”

She smirked. “I may have just the thing for you, sugar.” You perked up and she began to head down the hallway. “Follow me.”

You followed behind her, seeing many different doors stretched down the hall, all of them with different designs. She stopped at the last one in that hall. The door was different than the others in that it wasn’t a complete door. It was a brown wood, but it almost looked like a jail door with bars. The Lady swiped a card and door opened. She stepped inside and you followed. There was a beautiful ocean mural on the wall comprised of oranges, blues, and pinks. There was a mattress in the middle of the room with no bed frame. On the wall there were a set of chains with restraints. You felt yourself clench at the sight. You looked over to the Lady. How did she know exactly what you needed? To be out of control for a change.

She smirked at you knowingly. “Well, have a seat,” She said ushering to the mattress. “Dr. Kemp likes his victims, I mean patinets, to be in position when he arrives.”

You raised your eyebrows, but took a seat on the bouncy mattress, your back to the wall. The Lady pulled your hands above your head and secured them in the restraints. She looked down to you and whispered, “Have fun,” with a wink. She left; the door closing shut behind her.

You felt a little exposed. You still had your clothes on, but you knew anyone could see in the door that came by, but then again, maybe that was why it was at the end of the hall. You also felt exposed in the sense that you were, you know, restrained. You looked up to the wall where your hands were bound together, a chain linked from the cuffs to the wall. You pulled at the chains to test their strength and your hands barely moved.

You looked away and finally looked up at the ceiling again before searching around the room again, finding nothing interesting to look at. There was nothing else in the room besides the mattress and a small cabinet. You began to wriggle around in anticipation.

“Well,” a voice spoke up from behind the doors, startling you. You looked over to see a man in the shadows. He tilts his head. “What do I have here?”

He slides the card, the door opens, he steps into the light and you can finally see him. He has dark, fluffy hair and a jawline for days. He smirks at you and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. His eyes are such a piercing blue that you can see them from across the room.

You open your mouth to speak, but he holds up a finger, and you close your mouth again.

He smirks and comes closer, squatting down next to the mattress and tilting his head to look at you. He’s even prettier up close.

“As pretty as you look with your mouth open, keep it closed. For now.” He said, patting your cheek. “That was a rhetorical question.”

You blinked and his smirk grew. “Well, you listen well. Let’s see if that continues.” His face suddenly shifted. It went from his charming and pleasant smirk, to a very serious almost eerie look in his eyes. He grabbed your face roughly, turning your head to look at him dead on and squeezing your cheeks between his fingers. “Alright, this is how this is gonna work, princess. I say, you do. Understand?” 

You nod. “Good. So, you are going to keep that pretty mouth shut unless I say otherwise. I don’t want to hear a peep from you. If I do, there will be consequences. Understand, princess?”

You nod again, gulping as you do.

“Now,” He said, his charming smirk returning. “Are you going to be good? Speak.”

“Yes,” You squeak out, your voice hoarse suddenly. “I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” He smirked, and pushed your face away.

He stood and began to circle the mattress, looking down at you much like a lion would his prey. You began to wriggle again, pushing your thighs together at his piercing stare.

He chuckled. “Look at you,” He said. “What a whore. You’re already wet and I haven’t done a damn thing.”

How did he know?

He squatted down again, looking you in the eyes. “Open your mouth.” You did as he said without a thought. As soon as you did, he spit directly in your mouth. It shocked you a little, but you could also immediately feel yourself soak your panties. “Close your mouth and swallow.”

You closed your mouth and did as he said, making him chuckle. He grabbed your face, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger again. “Such a good, obedient, little slut. I can’t wait to see how much I can push you.”

He pushed your face away again and stood up. He took off his brown button up shirt, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt and jeans. He opened a draw in the cabinet and pulled something out that you couldn’t see, setting it down still out of sight. He came over to you, holding scissors. In one fell swoop, he cut open the front of your shirt, making your mouth open in shock. Before you could even realize, he cut open your shorts as well, leaving you in nothing but your underwear as you had chosen not to wear a bra today. He discarded of the ruined material, placing the scissors on the cabinet with the other items that he had gotten out that you still hadn’t seen. He came back over to the end of the mattress right at your feet, holding his hands behind his back.

He admired you for a moment and once again you pressed your thighs together, just hoping for a little bit of friction. You began to ache with want and your core felt cold due to your panties being completely soaked through and the cool air hitting them. He kicked your legs apart with his shoe. “Feet stay there. Bend your legs.”

You did as he said. He crouched down and became face first with your mound. He leaned in and took a deep breath. He stayed there a minute and you finally realized he was smelling you. You had the urge to close your legs, but you didn’t, fearing the consequences. He finally reached up and yanked your panties down your legs before discarding them to the side with the other remnants of your clothes. He came back and immediately dived his tongue into your pussy. You screamed out in surprise, pulling on the chains above you. He pulled away and slapped your thigh definitely hard enough to leave a mark, making you scream out again.

He crawled up your body, coming face to face with you. “What did I say? Speak.”

You head felt like you were floating as you tried to form words. When you didn’t, he smacked you right across the face, leaving your mouth hanging open at the sting.

“I said, speak.” He growled.

“You said keep my mouth shut unless you said otherwise.” You choked out, tears stinging your eyes.

“Right. Now, why didn’t you listen?”

“I…” You started but earned another hit to the face.

“Do you not know what a rhetorical question is, you dumb slut? Did I say speak?” He yelled in your face.

You silently shook your head no as tears fell down your cheeks. “Look at you. Pathetic. Can’t take a punishment, huh, princess?” He said, in a mock-sweet voice. “Too fucking bad.”

He pushed off of you and got up grabbing something from the cabinet. He pressed a button, and you heard a soft hum fill the air. It was a vibrator.

He came over to you and laid by your side, hovering over you. Without much thought, he placed the wand directly to your clit. You breathed in quickly but didn’t scream out this time. He chuckled, “See, we can learn from our mistakes.”

He pressed the plus button, making the vibrations go to a higher setting. You tensed, holding on the chains above the cuffs around your hands. You could feel yourself holding your breath. He pressed the plus again and you were right there. You knew you were going to cum.

And he took it away.

ou couldn’t help the groan that you let out in frustration. He raised an eyebrow at you before reaching over and pinching your nipple. “Maybe we can’t learn from our mistakes. Did you think I was gonna let you cum, princess? After being such a bad girl?”

He pinched your other nipple and you let out a curse which only made him pinch harder. You gritted your teeth to not let out another sound. He removed his hand from your nipple and found your wet folds, and your eyes went wide as he plunged a finger into your hole.

“Not a fucking sound.” He warned. You nodded.

He began pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace. He added a second finger and brushed against that sweet spot inside you, making you bit down on your lip enough to draw blood.

“Is the doctor making you feel good, princess? Speak.”

“Yes, doctor.” You moaned out in relief that you could let a noise out, even if it was just one.

You could feel his bulge against your hip twitch as you called him doctor. He continued pumping in and out of you, hitting that spot every time now that he had found it. He added a third finger and began to really stretch you out and it felt delicious. You bit down on your lip again, tasting the metallic taste of your blood.

He brought the vibrator back out, attaching it to your clit and you almost let out another scream, but held back. “Good girl, princess.” He hummed in your ear and that sentence alone almost made you cum.

You were so close. Right on the edge.

And you let out a moan.

He froze. You could almost feel the anger radiating off this man. He pulled out of you and turned off the vibrator, throwing it to the side. He climbed on top of you and spit in your face, grabbing your cheeks again. “Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, princess. You go and do that. What do I have to do to keep you quiet, huh? Stuff my cock down your throat?”

You gulped and you couldn’t help the way your mouth salivated at the thought of him inside you in any form.

He smirked. “That’s exactly what I’m gonna fucking do.”

He smacked your face lightly before getting up and removing his clothes. Your eyes widened at his length. You didn’t know if you could take it all.

Like he read your mind, he said. “Oh, you’ll take it all, sweetheart. And you’ll fucking thank me for it.”

He hovered over you, his cock inches from your mouth. “Open wide, princess. I’m gonna fuck your face. And you? Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He stopped and you looked up to his face, hovering way above you as your mouth hung open.

You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned away from you, getting off you completely. He grabbed the vibrator and something else you couldn’t see. Then you hear the unmistakable sound of duct tape. He placed the idle vibrator right against your clit and then taped the handle around your leg. He turned it on, all the way up. You gritted your teeth as to not make a sound. He positioned himself over you again and you opened your mouth and he slid right in, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, but he didn’t stop.

He held himself above you and began to pump in and out of your throat, groaning as he did so. Meanwhile, you were trying your damnedest not to cum.

You tried to focus on his assault of your mouth, but that made you wetter.

He was fucking your face at a relentless pace now and you were hoping he would cum any second now so this could be over. You could feel the sweat trickling down your face and back and you dared not to cum. You didn’t want to see the repercussions. 

His pace quickened and he began to stutter his hips. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum, princess.” He stopped suddenly and pulled out completely. “Beg me to let you come with me. Speak.”

“Oh my god, doctor, please let me come. I’ve never needed something so much in my life, please.” You begged, your voice hoarse and shaking as the vibrator kept up its brutal assault on your clit.

“Ehh,” He shrugged, lining up his cock with your mouth again as you opened on instinct waiting for him. He smirked down at your obedient form. “Maybe.” 

He slammed back down your throat, earning a gag from you.

He very quickly was on the precipice of coming again, you could tell by the way his brow was furrowed and his eyes were tightly shut.

“I’m coming, sweetheart. Come with me.”

 You could have passed out. He was letting you come.

As he spilled white hot ropes of cum into the back of your throat, you felt yourself finally let go. You really thought you were going to pass out. Your vision was spotty and your ears began to ring as you come as hard as you ever had.

He pulled out of your mouth and fell down on the mattress beside you, trying to catch his breath just as you were.

“Well, princess,” He started, sweeter than he had been the whole time, “Did I make you forget?”

“Yes, doctor.”

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[actofgrxce]

"Fuck, lady." Ed rests his hands on his hips. "Where's the albatross? Or you showin' up on Friday? Did I whistle without knowing it? I'm just saying, if ya gonna be professional about your work, why no ill portents?"

He swallows involuntarily. On a bad day, he might welcome Hela, even challenge her with a reckless and mad mania possessing his features, making him feel he could fly eternally, burn anything made of timber, whore and drink and slice and shoot without compunction until something as glorious as she finally felled him.

Not today, because Stede is watching.

Steady.

"Okay, so, then, how're we doing, Hela?" he blinks incredulously, and has to throw out a belly laugh. "Hoo! Do, uh, take a seat inside my co-captain's cabin and sample some chamomile n' marmalade."

He flourishes and bows with unnecessary and playful flair.

Death & The Kraken

Lantern light danced over the deck of the Revenge, the only relief from the inky blackness of the night.

The wind picked up for just a moment, and a small figure could be seen, dancing along the rigging above. A young girl’s laughter sounded, as the dancing shadow moved across the wooden planks. It is accompanied by a thick fog…that is strangely only in one area.

Soundlessly, she dropped down from the rigging, landing lightly on her bare feet, smoke-like tendils of fog swirling around her.

“Well,” she says aloud. “Here I am.”

@actofgrxce

[lunarbuck]

Layin' Down the Law

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x f!reader

WC: 4.7k

Summary: You’re never adventurous. Why not try something new at Lady Marmalade’s House of Tea and Jam?

Warnings: swearing, pet names [princess, angel, sweets], smut (p in v), oral (m and f receiving), s*x work, degradation/praise kink, dumbification, choking, handcuffs/restraint, overstimulation, spanking

A/N: Not only is this my first time writing for Lee but it’s also my first time writing about any sort of SW so please excuse any inaccuracies!! This was mega out of my comfort zone but i’m OBSESSED with how it turned out :))) please please please let me know what you think 💕

p.s. thank you to the lovely @purpleshallot and @mumbles411 for beta reading for me <3

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You sit at the bar, nervously stirring your cocktail. You breathe deeply through your nose, trying to calm yourself down. You’d made it this far; stepping into the house was the first step. Sitting at the bar was the second, and ordering a drink was the third. Step four is ordering one of the ‘services’ from the menu in front of you. 

Various names and images are organized neatly on the menu. All of the men are very attractive, and their assorted talents make butterflies flit around your belly. You remind yourself why you’re here. Tonight is all about getting out of your comfort zone and trying new things. 

You run your fingers along the text, searching for the perfect man. Your eyes fall upon one listed only as ‘The Sheriff.’ Even just from the photo, you can tell he is big and broad. His eyes are a beautiful blue, but there’s something darker there. There’s something in his gaze; you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from the photo. When you read his specialty, heat licks in your lower abdomen.

“See anything you like?” a woman asks from beside you. You quickly straighten up and stare at her. Your jaw falls open as you stare at the owner of this… establishment. You’re not too sure of the proper lingo.

“Oh, uh,” you stammer, trying to find your words. “Yes.” The woman, Lady Marmalade, smiles warmly at you and glances down at the menu in front of you.

“And which of my fine specimens has caught your eye?” she asks, running a long, perfectly manicured nail along the menu. You look back down at the photos and can’t help but be drawn to the Sheriff. Lady Marmalade must notice your fascination with the man because she lets out a contented sigh.

“He seems…” your voice fades out as you try to find the words to describe the man in the photo and the way he makes you feel even though you haven’t even met him.

“Would you like to meet him?” Your heartbeat thunders loudly in your ears, and you don’t realize you’re nodding until Lady Marmalade squeezes your shoulder and turns away. You quickly realize that she left with the intention of bringing the Sheriff over to you. After sitting in shock for a moment, you smooth out your shirt and skirt, trying to look a little more put together. 

“Evenin’ darlin’,” a man drawls from behind you. You slowly turn on the barstool and come face to face with the man from the photograph. He leans against the bar, the fabric of his pressed Sheriff’s uniform pulling around his muscular arms and broad chest. His hat is tilted just enough to cast a shadow over half of his face. You suck in a breath and catch yourself staring into his bright blue eyes.

“Good evening,” you whisper back. The Sheriff grins, and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. 

“My name is Lee, but I think you can guess what everyone calls me,” he says, an easy smile curving across his lips. 

“They call you the Sheriff,” you laugh nervously and try not to stare at his mouth too much. “I’m not really sure how this works,” you admit. This just makes the man in front of you chuckle as he adjusts his belt. His tummy bulges over the band of his pants in a way that makes your mouth water.

“I can help you with that,” Lady Marmalade interjects, placing a gentle hand on Lee’s shoulder. She explains how payment works, the rules of the house, and makes sure you understand that your comfort is of the utmost importance. You nod along with her but find it hard to focus entirely on her words because of Lee’s heated stare. 

Once everything is settled, the Sheriff reaches out and takes your hand in his, and leads you up the stairs to his room. Despite the dim lighting, you can see the dark wood of the furniture spread around the room. The large bed takes up quite some space, but still, there is a small sitting area in one corner, what looks like a desk in the other, and a few books stacked on a nightstand.

The Sheriff walks you to the sitting area and helps you into one of the plush leather chairs. He takes the seat across from you, and you wait quietly for his next move.

“So,” Lee begins, leaning back in his chair. His legs are spread, and his arms stretch out on the armrests. “What brought you in this evening?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt for a moment as you formulate your answer.

“I’m trying to do something new,” you reply quietly, averting your eyes from Lee’s powerful gaze. 

“You’ve never done something like this before?” he asks, tilting his head. You glance up at him while keeping your head down. Everything this man does is attractive; you can’t help but be drawn in.

“No,” you answer. One of Lee’s eyebrows ticks up.

“Well then, you should always have a safe word. Somethin’ you wouldn’t say normally. If you don’t like what I’m doin’ or just need to stop, you say red, and I stop. No questions, no judgment. That sound okay?”

“Yes,” you reply, sighing with a bit of relief. At least he knows what he’s doing.

“In this room, you will call me Sir or Sheriff. You got that?” His words are sharp but hold no malice. He speaks sweetly, understanding where your nerves are coming from.

“Yes, Sir,” you squeak, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter with the use of his title. 

“Good girl,” he replies with a grin. Lee stands and rests his hands on his hips, staring down at you. “But seein’ you in this outfit makes me wonder if you really are such a good girl.” His voice turns raspy and deep; it sends vibrations through your chest.

You turn your attention to your skirt. You’ll admit it’s a little short, but you don’t think it’s too bad. It’s plaid, almost school-girl-looking. You’d chosen it because it’s comfortable, but now you can see why maybe it would send the wrong message.

“You don’t like it?” you ask in a small voice, fiddling with its hem. You hear the shuffle of fabric, and suddenly Lee’s large shadow looms over you. He has shrugged off his blue Sheriff’s jacket, leaving him only in a white button-down and his slacks. Lee runs his hand along his jaw, the scruff on his chin making the perfect scratching noise against his calloused hands.

“I love it, princess, but I can’t have you walkin’ around lookin’ like this. What would people think?” You shift nervously, rubbing your thighs together without thinking about it. 

“I’m not sure, Sheriff,” you say quietly. Lee crouches down and catches your gaze, captivating you.

“They’d give that skirt one look and think you’re a whore,” he says, practically purring at you. Something in your belly twitches when the word ‘whore’ rolls off his tongue. You’ve never liked the sound of that word, but when he says it… it sounds incredible.

“A whore?” Your heart speeds up in your chest; you know you’re breathing heavily. 

“A whore,” he confirms, reaching up to take his hat off. “You want everyone to think you’re a whore?” the Sheriff asks sincerely. 

You shake your head. You don’t want people to think that, no.

Lee chuckles lightly and shakes his head. “But you are a whore, aren’t you, princess?” Your eyes go wide as you suck in a shaky breath.

“No, Sir,” you reply. You don’t think you’re a whore; in fact, most people would say you’re quite the opposite.

Lee just hums, seeming to think he didn’t need to respond. Instead, he stands and begins to unbuckle his belt. You can see he’s already hard; his erection is pressed against his waistband in a way that looks almost painful. From the outline of his dick in his pants, you can tell that he’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever experienced.

Lee slides his belt out of the loops and drops it on the chair behind him. You watch, unable to pull your eyes away from the movement. He smiles and reaches out, running his hand down your jaw to grip your chin in a few of his fingers.

“But tonight, you’re my little whore, aren’t you?” he teases, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. You nod, hypnotized by the Sheriff’s deep blue eyes. “Yes, you are,” he breathes. Using his grip on your chin, Lee coaxes you up out of your chair to stand in front of him. He is a mountain of a man, and despite the height your shoes give you, you still have to crane your head to look at his face. 

The Sheriff lets his fingers travel across your face, down your neck, and to your chest. His hands rest on your upper ribs, palms pressing ever so slightly against the edge of your breasts. Your breath hitches as you watch his grin spread, showing off the sharp edge of one of his canines.

His hands are heavy on you as they run along your body, but you welcome the pressure, his touch. Lee drinks you in, devouring every inch of you with a heated gaze. You do the same to him. The way his shirt stretches over his shoulders, his chest, his belly, it’s all so perfect. You find yourself wanting to lick every inch of him, to show him just how much you love his body, but for some reason, you can’t get yourself to reach out to him. His large hands cup your breasts from outside your shirt. You want to feel his skin against yours so badly.

Something takes over your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you sink to your knees in front of the Sheriff. You gaze up at him from your spot on the floor, and he smirks down at you, petting your hair and brushing it from your face. 

“Whatcha doin’ down there?” He asks, cocking his head. You shift your gaze away from his eyes and to the bulge in his pants that is now in front of your face. 

“Wanna make you feel good,” you whisper, barely able to hear your own words. You let your hands trail up his legs, and when you reach the button on his pants, you hear him suck in a breath. You flick open the button a moment later and drag down his zipper, revealing a pair of plaid boxers. You hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and tug them down his legs before looking back up at Lee for his approval.

“You wanna make me feel good, angel?” The Sheriff pats your head again, pushing you slightly toward the tented fabric in front of you. “Then do it. Show me how much you want my cock. Suck my dick like the pretty little whore you are.” Wetness pools in your panties at his words. 

Lee helps you remove his boxers, and the second they’re down past his ass, his cock is in your face. It’s big, just like the rest of him, and your mouth waters at the sight. Your eyes track his movement as he slides a condom over his length.

The Sheriff’s fingers tangle in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp as you lick up his shaft, base to tip. You take a moment to swirl your tongue along the tip of his cock as you mentally prepare yourself to take him into your throat. You’ve never seen a dick this big; you’re not sure what you’ve gotten yourself into now.

You sink your mouth down on his cock, taking him inch by inch, but you know the Sheriff wants you to go faster. His grip on your hair tightens as his restraint gets to its tipping point. You gag around his dick, and he snaps, pressing your head down further and further until your nose is nestled against the base of his dick. Your throat protests the intrusion, but you won’t lie; you love the way it feels to have him controlling your movements, to have his cock so far in your mouth.

After letting you adjust to his size for a moment, Lee starts to guide your head up and down, using you like a toy. He fucks your face, not caring about letting you breathe or the sound of you gagging.

“Your throat is so tight, princess. It’s squeezin’ me so hard. What a good little whore for me,” he grunts, holding you down at the base of his dick again. You moan around his cock and when you come up for air you try to speak, but he pushes your head back down. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s rude.”

One of your hands grips the Sheriff’s thigh while your dominant hand drifts down to between your thighs, finding your clit. The second you make contact with your pussy you moan around his cock. Sucking him off has gotten you so worked up that you feel like you could come any minute.

Your fingers work your clit in tight circles, bringing you to your peak almost instantly, but Lee pulls away just as you’re about to fall over the edge. He steps back abruptly and crouches down, yanking your arm away from your pussy.

Lee chuckles as you take heaving breaths, rubbing your thighs together to get any friction back. He tuts at you and stands, tugging you along with him. He drags you to the bed and tosses you onto the mattress, causing you to bounce a few times.

From the feral look in his eyes, you know you’ve done something wrong. The Sheriff reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of shiny, silver hand-cuffs.

“What’re those for,” you ask, licking your lips. Your hands grip the bedsheets, and your body hums with nerves. You know what he’s going to do, but you want to hear him say it first.

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” He asks, stalking toward you. He opens one of the cuffs and grabs your wrist, fastening the manacle tightly. The Sheriff does the same with your other wrist, connecting the cuffs, so your hands are stuck behind your back. The cuffs are almost too tight, and there is almost too much pressure on your shoulders, but you don’t care. It feels so good.

You’ve never lived out these fantasies before. You’ve only thought about them in the privacy of your home. No partner ever knew about the depth of your depravity, but having the Sheriff call you a whore, having him cuff you, it makes your head spin. It’s perfect.

“No, Sir,” you reply, trying to maintain eye contact with the intimidating man in front of you. 

“So why the fuck were you touching that pretty pussy of yours?” He grips your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back, exposing your throat. Lee’s other hand circles around your throat, squeezing it just enough so you feel it, but he doesn’t choke you.

“I wanted to come,” you say weakly, watching the heat of lust grow in his eyes.

“What a greedy girl,” he says, bringing his face close to yours. The Sheriff uses his grip on your throat to push you back against the mattress. “Such a dumb fucking whore,” he teases, positioning you on the bed so you’re on your stomach and your ass is in the air.

You feel the mattress dip behind you. Lee kneels behind you and runs his large hands over the backs of your legs and your ass. “You wanna come, right?”

Even with your face pressed into the sheets, you moan loudly. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s all you can think about, huh?” the Sheriff asks, flipping your skirt up to expose your panties and ass. “It’s the only thing your dumb whore brain can think of. Coming.” You whimper at his words, loving the way he speaks to you.

Your only response is to gasp, unable to formulate something to say.

“I don’t think you deserve to come,” he says, slapping your ass harshly. “You gotta earn that.” Lee shifts behind you, and a moment later, you feel the head of his cock press against the back of your thigh. You can’t help but wiggle your hips in anticipation of what is to come. He was so big in your mouth; you have no idea how you’ll take him in your pussy.

“Please,” you whimper, stretching out your fingers, hoping to grasp onto anything. The Sheriff spanks you again and positions his cock at your wet entrance. 

“That’s right, sweets, beg for me to fuck you like the whore you are.” You feel yourself getting wetter at the thought, and you arch your back even more.

“Please, Sheriff, please fuck me. I need your cock so bad,” you moan wantonly. 

“Good girl.” Lee presses into you and doesn’t bother to give you time to adjust to his size. His cock stretches you out so much that you swear he’s going to split you in half. Your breath hitches when you feel the press of his hips against your ass. 

“Oh my god,” you shudder, feeling your pussy pulse around his thick cock. You can practically feel every ridge, every vein; you’re so sensitive. The Sheriff reaches down and presses his hand against the back of your neck, pushing you further into the mattress.

“Your pussy feels so good around my cock, princess. You’re taking me so well.” The hand that isn’t around your throat snakes down to circle your clit. The pressure is perfect, and you buck back against Lee’s hips. 

He sets a brutal pace that takes your breath away and doesn’t give you a chance to think. His hips snap against your ass, pressing his cock so deep in you that you can feel him in your throat. Lee brings you right up to the edge, but he doesn’t let you cum. Every time you think he’s going to give it to you, he lets up on your clit. 

“Sheriff, please, please,” you beg, sounding pathetic. The Sheriff bites out a laugh and takes his hand off your neck to spank you a few times.

“You don’t get to come until I say you do. I’m the law around here, princess. You do as I fuckin’ say.” You nod as best you can as he pulls out and switches where you’re positioned. Lee lifts your shoulders and sits against the headboard, legs out in front of him. “Come ride my cock,” he says sternly. You shuffle on your knees over to him, and he helps you position your knees on the outside of his lap.

The Sheriff holds his cock up for you as you sink down, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated on top of him. Your head tilts back as you moan, feeling him even deeper inside you than before. Lee leans his head back against the headboard, and his fingers flick open the buttons of your top, leaving it open to expose your bra. 

You start to rock your hips as the Sheriff unfastens your bra, smiling at how it opens in the front as if you’d thought it all through earlier. Lee’s hands cup your tits, and his fingers pinch your nipples, sending shockwaves through you. 

“Fuck,” you moan, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. Lee’s hands shift to grab your hips, lifting you and pushing you down over and over again on his dick. You love the way he uses you, the way he takes his pleasure from you. 

“Show me how much you want my cock, angel. Show me what a fucking slut you are.” You take over the movements, rocking your hips and fucking the Sheriff. He lets his hands roam your body, groping and pinching at your sensitive spots while you bounce on his cock. “Tell me how much you love taking my cock,” he grunts, threading his hands through your hair.

“Mmh– I– fuck,” you babble, unable to come up with a coherent thought. The Sheriff smirks and laughs, low and deep.

“You’re so fuckin’ drunk on my cock that you can’t think, huh?” he taunts, putting on a patronizing voice. “Such a dumb little cockwhore.” Tears prick in the corners of your eyes; being on edge for so long is getting to be too much. You’re sensitive and so, so ready to come. 

You open your mouth again and attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. You just pant, working his cock hard.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this, princess. I love watching my cock disappear in your perfect pussy. You’re being such a good whore for me.” You bite out a moan and pick up your pace, trying to prove that you’re worthy of coming. 

“Sheriff,” you whimper, feeling yourself about to fall over the edge. “Please, please, please,” you chant, praying to Lee for your orgasm.

“You wanna come?” He asks, tugging your hair to tilt your head down close to his. A tear slips down your cheek, and you moan loudly as the Sheriff licks it up, trailing his tongue along your face. “You wanna come on my cock?”

“Please.” Your voice is hoarse and scratchy, but Lee hears. He flips you around, so you’re on your back, arms pressed almost painfully into the mattress. The pain seems to push you that much closer to the edge. He leaves one hand tangled in your hair, and the other reaches around your neck, choking you. You suck in breaths as he pounds into your pussy, the sounds of your arousal and his panting music to your ears.

“Come on, baby, come like the fucking whore you are.” Lee shakes you a bit, slamming you into the mattress, and the impact pushes you over the edge. You come on a scream, convulsing and shaking like a woman possessed. 

“Oh my god,” you moan, wrapping your legs around the Sheriff’s torso. He fucks you through your orgasm to the point where you’re almost too sensitive to take him.

Your face twists up as you resist the urge to tell him to stop. Even though it’s a lot, it still feels so good.

“Good girl, sweets,” he whispers, not slowing down his thrusts. He removes his hand from your throat and brings it down to your clit, rubbing it in quick, tight circles. You moan loudly and bite your lip as Lee laughs at your sensitivity. “What, you can’t take it? I thought you were gonna be a good whore for me tonight.”

You shake your head; you’ll be good. “I can take it, Sir,” you croak, staring into his striking blue eyes.

“Then you can give me another one.” Lee changes up his pace, slowing down but pressing his cock further into your pussy to go even deeper as his fingers continue stroking your clit. Even though you just came, you’re right back on the edge, the band in your belly about to snap. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper, choking on your words. Lee’s body presses into you, lifting your legs up around his shoulders so his chest can rest on yours. He bends you in half, and it feels so fucking good. 

“That’s it, come again like the fucking slut you are.” At his command, you explode, white heat shooting down your spine. Lee’s pace falters, and you know he’s also about to finish. You clamp down on his dick, squeezing him hard. He growls and bites your shoulder as he comes, moaning loudly into your ear. 

After a moment, Lee sits up, but he doesn’t pull out. He runs his hands down your torso, gripping your tits and hips, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. “You made a mess,” he says, eyes trailing down to where he’s still seated inside of you.

You pant, tongue wetting your bottom lip. Just from the look in his eyes, you know what he’s going to tell you.

“Clean it up.” Lee pulls out and stands near the edge of the bed. He grabs your hair and tugs you, so you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him. His cock drips with your combined arousal, and your mouth waters at the sight.

With your hands still cuffed, you have no assistance getting his dick into your mouth. You clumsily maneuver around his cock, bumping your face into the head a few times. The Sheriff just laughs and watches, holding your hair in his hands. When you finally latch onto his dick, you taste yourself on him and moan.

“You like that, huh? You like how your cum tastes on my cock?” You nod around his dick, licking the underside of him to clean him up. Despite just coming, he’s still semi-hard, and you love how he feels in your mouth.

You’ve never felt so used, but in this moment, you feel so so good. It’s like Lee can read your mind; he knows all of your dirtiest fantasies and makes them come true. You’re not sure how you’re going to go back to normal guys after this.

The Sheriff guides your head off of his cock and crouches down to be at eye-level with you. You stare into his deep blue eyes, which are nearly black at this point, but they still suck you in. His round face is tinged pink, and a bead of sweat drips from his brow. The way he looks at you is primal, like he wants you to hunt you down and break you.

You’d let him.

You feel a wave of pleasure run through you at the thought. Lee must notice because a grin creeps across his face. You watch as he stands and walks to the dresser, where he picks up a small silver key. The Sheriff steps behind you, uncuffing your hands. Your wrists are sore, but you don’t mind.

“You did such a good job, angel,” he says, helping you stand up. Your legs are wobbly, so he holds you against his side to support you. “Lemme show you how much I ‘preciate your hard work.” The Sheriff walks you over to the bed and helps you lay down on your back. Your arms reach out to your sides, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets below you. Your whole body is so sensitive. Your skin tingles from all the sensations.

Your legs hang off the side of the bed, and you watch as the Sheriff kneels down between your parted thighs, placing your legs over his shoulders. He is face to face to your pussy, breath fanning over the sensitive skin. You choke back a moan, unprepared for what is to come.

Lee presses sweet kisses to your inner thighs before letting his tongue wander to your clit. He groans against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body. You can’t hold back the moan that practically erupts from you this time.

“Oh my god,” you whine, legs wrapping around the Sheriff’s head. His strong hands grip the tops of your thighs, holding you in place while he licks and sucks your pussy.

“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he whispers, kissing your legs again. “Can’t ever get enough.” Lee’s talented tongue laps you up and brings you right to your peak. Goosebumps surface on your skin, and you shiver as he grips your thighs tighter.

“Please, Sheriff,” you beg wantonly, needing to come just one more time, though you doubt you’ll ever quench your newfound thirst for the incredible man on his knees in front of you.

“Come for me, angel, come on.” The Sheriff circles your clit with his tongue and sucks it between his teeth, grazing your sensitive spot ever so slightly. It sends you over the edge into the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Your vision goes white, and your whole body curls in on itself. Lee smiles against your pussy and sweetly kisses your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper, catching your breath. The Sheriff situates himself on the bed and helps you sit between his legs. You curl against his broad shoulders, his belly providing the perfect cushion for you. He holds you close and rubs your back as you come down from the post-orgasm high you’d been floating in.

“How do you feel?” Lee asks, letting his fingers drift over your skin.

“Like I need to do this more often.”

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Life size mannequin.

Erik’s girl uses him as a mannequin but Erik takes it too far and it back fires.

If you were to ask Y/N how she gets everything done she wouldn’t be able to give you a straight forward answer. Juggling school, a full time job, and a side hussle isn’t for the delicate and inadequate. Staying up until 2 AM with flash cards sprawled out on the living room table and a ratty mannequin head between her legs every night, Y/N fights much needed rest to recharge for the next days events. That’s not the only thing her teeming life has to offer. Y/N’s new boyfriend, Erik would be seen as a distraction to some but she can hold her own without slacking on her studies, missing a days work, or forgetting to do a clients hair. He’s handsome, fun, intriguing, smart, and that dick...it needs its own SSN and certificate. It’s own area code even. If she had to admit it, whenever her mind drifted to their bodies tangled in her sheets, moaning and groaning, she lost focus just a little bit.

Y/N is off on a Friday for once and instead of catching up on rest, Y/N decided to use her entire day making a closure wig for a friend and client. It’s a 24 inch body wave natural black lace frontal. No shedding, very soft, bouncy, with overall great quality. If only her lousy mannequin head would keep still!!! Y/N gave up after the mannequin head slipped from her grip. She usually has a wig stand with a mannequin head attached to the end but all of them are covered with other wigs that didn’t need to be ruined. The old fashioned way brought her back to how frustrating it was to practice. And to make things worse, Erik is strolling back and forth in front of her naked after his shower and completely ignoring her closet stocked with plenty of towels. When he stopped in front of her, his strapping thighs and that lethal weapon dangling she felt her face grow warm and her belly grow butterflies.

“You’re not helping, jerk,” Y/N said as she continued sewing. She was almost finished.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days and the one time I have a chance to spend time with you, this is what you do.”

“This wig is past due, Erik. I was supposed to get this to her two days ago. Thank God she had some shit going on herself otherwise I would be losing a client.”

Erik gave up trying to seduce Y/N and grabbed a pair of briefs from his travel bag.

“Whatever, you owe me some after this,” Erik sat down on the bed, leaning on one elbow, “You really into this.”

“And?” Y/N sassed.

“I’m just saying. Why not be a full time hair stylist?”

“Because I don’t want to do this for a living. Why else would I be in school for something that has nothing to do with hair? It’s just money to make on the side.”

The mannequin slipped again and Erik burst out laughing.

“I wanna see you try it since you find my struggle funny.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to do it I’ll fuck that whole wig up.”

Y/N ignored his smart remark.

“I’ll come over there and mess that shit right up and make you start over.”

“Erik, I’m not in the mood right now leave me alone,” Y/N cut her eyes at him, “Try me if you want I will take the end of this needle and dig it in one of them keloids. Make it pop like bubble wrap, think I’m playing.”

“You forget you’re talking to someone with a pain kink. Why you think my pain receptors fucked up?”

“So, you mean to tell me, if I boil some hot water right now and pour it on your leg...you wouldn’t feel pain?”

Erik frowned his face into a mug at Y/N as he cocked his head back. The widening of his eyes is what made her giggle.

“You don’t know how to love me all you wanna do is hurt a nigga. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m only messing with you—”

“No you’re not. If I say some shit you don’t like I get slapped upside my head. If I want to be in a playing mood you threaten me with that little fist of yours. Just admit it, you enjoy tormenting me.”

“You’re so Goddamn dramatic,” Y/N tilted her mannequin head forward, “Can you do me a huge favor?”

“If it involves getting up off this bed the answer is fuck no,” Erik said while lying on his back now with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

“I already know you’re about to say no but...I want you to let me use you as my mannequin.”

“Huh?”

The way his voice rose an octave has Y/N laughing.

“Can you let me put this wig on you so I can finish this?”

Erik’s brows shot up as his eyes landed on her, “Why? So you can sneak and take a picture? I’m not falling for that.”

“Erik c’mon now. I just need your head for a second and that’s it.”

“I can think of other ways you can use my head but instead you wanna put some weave on me.”

Erik sat up and swung his legs around to face Y/N. Erik leans forward on his knees, staring at the wig with a steady blink.

“What size is that shit anyway? You know I have locs so...how the hell is that supposed to fit on my head?”

“I’ll just...fit it over that pineapple on top of your head.”

“Jokes,” Erik reached up and took out the elastic band that held his tapered locs. Shaking his head, his locs fell over his eyes, “I’m not putting that on my head.”

“Not even for me?” Y/N pouts, “Not your favorite girl?”

“I know you, Y/N. You’re gonna put that shit on my head, take a picture, and post it. I’m not falling for the shit. I told you that.”

“Whatever. You got a big ass dome anyway and this wig is average size.”

“Now you’re tryna clown me?” Erik said with a half smirk on his full lips flashing a bit of his gold canines.

“It’s like...mad wide from front to back...no wonder you keep your hair long—”

“I know you ain’t talking shit with that ginormous ass forehead, girl.”

“I thought you said all the fine girls got big foreheads?” Y/N bat her lashes at Erik.

“That’s what’s helping you out. First time I saw you I was thinking damn, this bitch got a big ass forehead. And don’t think I forgot about how you played me when you sent that cropped picture.”

“Boy, fuck you!!” Y/N shouted over Erik’s laughter.

“I was—I was looking at the picture like where the rest of her face go?!”

Y/N glared at Erik as he dissolved into laughter.

“It’s really not that funny. Now are you gonna help me or not?!”

“Aight, I’ll do it this one time.” Erik sat up with one hand resting against his abdomen while the other wiped away tears, “Where do you want me?”

“On the floor between my legs, DUH where the fuck else would you be?”

He began dying laughing again from Y/N’s obvious annoyance. Erik took his place on the floor while Y/N climbed behind him onto the bed with each leg dangling on either side of him. Y/N takes the wig from the mannequin and before she placed it on Erik she tilted his head back more for easier access. Grabbing the half-done wig, Y/N fluffed out the ends before arranging it over Erik’s locs. Even at their short length it was a challenge to fit the wig the way she needed it.

“Can you PLEASE keep still?” Y/N prompted.

“I’m not even moving. This wig just don’t fit.”

Y/N applied force and wiggled it over his locs causing Erik’s head to rock back and forth aggressively. He growled before reaching behind him to grab her hands. The wig looked much shorter on him in the back from how prominent his back and shoulders are. Erik turned to face her with his lips tight and face frowned, the wig making him look ridiculous and silly. Y/N folded her lips into her mouth but the urge to laugh caused her cheeks to puff out.

“If only you knew how tight my fucking head feels right now. I can’t even smile without this shit feeling like my scalp is being pulled. This better come off when we’re done or that’s your ass.”

“Erik, turn around. I only have one section to do and then you’re free. Next time, don’t ask me to help you with shit if you’re gonna act like this.”

Erik sucked his teeth and faced forward so Y/N could continue. He lowered his head so she could work on the back area.

“Can I ask you something, babe?” Y/N said.

“What?” Erik replied.

“Do you mind modeling this for me—”

“See, I knew this shit—”

Erik stood up before Y/N could wrap her arms around him. He walked over to the full body mirror in her room to look at himself and that’s when he couldn’t hold back his own laughter.

“Yo, what the fuck do you have on my head!” Erik played with the strands while turning his head from side to side, “I look like James Brown, AYE!!!!”

Y/N was in stitches when he mimicked James Brown in the mirror. She fell back against her bed hollering from the way he looked.

“Nah, I’m not drunk right now I need to be drunk to enjoy this,” Erik leaned into the mirror, “I look better than half the bitches that come in here to get their hair done. Let me find out.”

“You are so STUPID!!!!” Y/N yelled between giggles.

“I’ll be back,” Erik left the room with the wig swaying from side to side since it wasn’t fully secure.

“Where are you going?!” Y/N shouted from the bed.

Erik didn’t respond to her loud voice. When he returned two minutes later he had a cup in one hand and his bottle of Hennessy in the other. Erik sat both the cup and the bottle on Y/N’s cluttered dresser to make himself a drink.

“This was supposed to be a quick thing now you’re drinking.”

Y/N watched Erik from her relaxed spot on the bed. Erik took two sips of his drink before standing in front of her mirror again.

“What are you doing?!”

Y/N couldn’t even finish her words when Erik started shimmying his shoulders and snapping his fingers to a soundless beat. Hooting with laughter Y/N could feel wetness on her cheeks.

“IM DONE!!!”

“This shit give bad bitches super powers.” Erik said

“Let me find out you wanna wear a weave now.” Y/N jokes.

Erik brought his cup to his lips and drank more Hennessy while moving his hips. This was too good not to get a video. With Erik being his usual silly self, Y/N snatched up her phone from the floor before pulling up her Instagram to record him. On her story, Y/N focused the camera on her boyfriend when he started singing the lyrics to Lady Marmalade.

“Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, da da. Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, here!!”

“Oh my God!!” Y/N cried out with a chuckle before ending the video. She uploaded it to her story before quickly tossing her phone towards the end of the bed.

“Creole Lady Marmalade!!!!!!!!”

“You hardly had anything to drink and you’re acting like this? Lord.”

“Aight, I’m done for now,” Erik made his way back over to Y/N with his cup, “put on a movie or something.”

“Ohhhhhh!!! So you’re asking me to pick this time?! I get to make a decision, Erik?! Wowwwwwwwww!!!”

“Girl, shut up.”

Y/N chose a random movie for background noise while she finished. She was surprised at how content he was and it made her consider asking him to help more in the future. It was fun and it made her laugh. That’s one thing about Erik that she adores. He matches her sense of humor. Y/N heard a vibration and when she glanced over to look at her phone the screen is still black. Between her legs she could see Erik staring at a text message from his Lock Screen

“What the fuck is this nigga talking ‘bout.”

“Erik keep still—”

“Nigga who is Miss Man?!”

Y/N paused to peer over Erik’s shoulder.

“This nigga just called me Miss Man from Scary Movie.”

Erik tapped on the microphone on his keyboard to speak.

“Who the fuck randomly texts somebody that at 11 PM? Fucking weirdo ass nigga. Let me find out you want Miss Man for yourself.”

“Who is Miss Man— OH! The PE teacher that was sniffing the underwear?!!! hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”

“This nigga...he said all you need is the underwear, skirt, nails, and makeup—wait.”

“And some long ass balls!!” Y/N snickered.

Erik whipped his head around and when Y/N met his fiery eyes she swallowed her laugh and it left an uncomfortable lump in her throat.

“Did you post me online wearing this wig, Y/N?”

“No.”

“I’m gonna ask you again. Did you post me online in this wig?

“Mm—mm. I did no such thing.”

“Then let me see your phone.”

Erik reached out for Y/N’s phone but she snatched it away. Erik moved his head to the side to flip some of the wig hair form his face but it fell forward again disobeying him.

“Did I? Uhhhh—OKAY OKAY!!”

It happened so fast. Erik has Y/N by the waist and up in the air.

“Yes, I did!! I’ll delete it.”

“You don’t listen to shit I tell you to do—”

“It was cute! You looked cute with it on—”

“You know what’s about to happen right?! I told you not to do that shit!”

“Erik, it’s all in fun. I’ll get rid of it—”

“That shit is embarrassing! What if I posted you online at your worse?”

“I don’t have a bad moment I always look good.” Y/N sasses.

“Says the girl that always complains about me taking off guard pics.”

“Erik, you’re not even at your worse. You act like I posted you looking bummy!”

Y/N kept her word and went to Instagram to delete. When she got there, she was met with at least ten DMs replying to her story.

Corythemua_: gurllll who is that? 👀 ooooh he is fione!!! Is he into guys?

Jermaine_87: Wtf is he doing?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 let me text this nigga

Katriceee: how did you convince him to do this?! LOL

Amethyst1993: when he find out about this you are in trouble girl!!!

“did you delete the video yet?! Don’t let me find out it’s still there!”

“It’s gone! Happy?! What happened to being in a playing mood?!!”

“Now all my friends texting me and clowning me! You play too many games. Hurry up and help me take this shit off!”

Erik brushed some strands from his lips with his fingertips and Y/N squealed. Nothing he could say or do would make her listen. He looked absolutely hilarious with the wavy tresses of the wig moving in tandem with his brawny physique.

“Erik, I can’t take you seriously with that wig on.”

“Then take this off!!”

Erik attempts to pull it off but suddenly stops when he realizes he needs help.

“I want this shit off now, Y/N.”

“FINE! Come here.”

Y/N tapped the floor with her foot for Erik to take a seat. When he does, Y/N does the opposite of what he asks and begins to place his hair into two buns. She silently laughed behind him, praying that he wouldn’t hear her falling apart. When she was finished, Erik assumed she was done because he didn’t feel the hair tickling his skin. When he stood up to look in the mirror, Erik groaned loudly at his appearance before flexing his jaw at her threateningly to make her listen. It didn’t work at all for him. She couldn’t stop laughing.

“You look so crazy!!!!!” Y/N hugged her sides and rolled on the bed with laughter, “And that evil look is making it even funnier!!”

“I’m about to beat your ass if you don’t take this shit off!!! It wouldn’t be funny if this shit stuck now would it?!!! I gotta go to work and all that nah take this off—

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Aight, are you finished?!” Erik said impatiently.

“Baby...you don’t understand...oh my God.”

“Y/N, for real, take this dumb ass wig off before I cut it off!”

“Okay okay!! Before I do...you gotta do one last thing for me...pretty please? With caramel sauce and a cherry on top? I’ll do whatever you want if you do this last thing for me.”

“.....”

“PLEASE BABY?!!”

“.....”

“Erik, look, it’ll be funny! I just want you to cat walk for me and then I’m done—”

“Ahhhhh HELL no—”

“Please—”

“For what?! So you can keep laughing?!”

“I’ll suck your dick, lick your balls—”

“Girl, that won’t work on me—”

“You sure about that?”

Y/N poked her tongue out and started doing tricks with it to show off her tongue ring. Erik’s eyes squinted at her but she could tell from his breathing that he wouldn’t be able to fight it much longer. He even said so himself that her head game makes him weak and no woman before her has ever made him weak.

“...from here to the bed and that’s it.”

Y/N smiled victoriously.

Erik placed his hands on his tapered waistline before lowering his head. Y/N could hear him silently laughing to himself before he lifted his head displaying an adorable dimpled smile. He started strutting towards Y/N with stiff hips and two left feet. All this from her flicking her tongue. Y/N stared at him with her mouth hanging open and eyes wide. He had a focused look on his face and the wig with its two buns flopped up and down messily like bunny ears. He struck a pose with his hip jutted out before he started to vogue. At that point, Y/N couldn’t take it any longer. She had to grab onto Erik so she could catch her breath. Soon, Erik’s deep laugh could be heard.

“You get on my nerves,” Erik sat beside Y/N, “now, can you take this off of me?!”

“Turn around,” Y/N took down the buns before carefully sliding the wig off from front to back, “You’re off the hook after that I’m gonna go back to using this mannequin head.”

“Yeah, finish up so I can spank that ass for posting me on social media.”

Y/N did a double take, “I’m still in trouble?!”

“Yeah, you’re not off the hook.”

The remaining time Y/N finished her clients wig, she thought up all possible ways he could punish her this time.

“Can I have a kiss?” Y/N asked with a sweet sounding voice.

“Yes,” Erik poked his thick, moist lips out and Y/N pressed her soft lips against them.

“Mmm...still in trouble, ma,” Erik whispered.

[showtoonzfan]

THE BAD GUYS - LOOKS LIKE A GOOD MOVIE! 🐺🐍🦈🐟🕷💕

Hello all! Back with another post, today we’re going to talk about an upcoming movie I’m honestly genuinely excited for, Dreamworks Animation Studios, “The Bad Guys”, based on the children’s book series by Aaron Blabey! With the second trailer recently coming out, I thought I’d talk about my thoughts, so let’s get started!

https://youtu.be/zpDuBXB_glk

Let me start of by saying, no, I never read the book series. I thankfully DID know the series existed, as a friend in school gave one of the books to me. And no, this wasn’t in like....kindergarten or anything, it was about 10th grade lol. Anyway, I took a look at the book, and I liked it, it was cute, nothing big of course, but not bad. Once I heard Dreamworks was making a movie about it, I was genuinely curious and intrigued, as of course, I love Dreamworks, they’ve had a few slip ups in my opinion....cough.....Boss Baby COUGH, but they’re an amazing studio who’s made REALLY phenomenal movies over the decades. Can I just say real quick that I’m SO glad Disney hasn’t owned it? We lost Blue Sky, I’M NOT LOSING DREAMWORKS DAMMIT! Okay, anyway, once the first trailer dropped 2 months ago, I was hooked, so let’s talk about it!

First of all, you probably knew it was coming, I LOVE THE ART STYLE! The goofy expressions, the lines on the characters in some scenes, the comic book actions when the characters move, (if you know what I mean), even though the movie is CG, the style clearly has 2D inspiration, and I LOVE movies that do that, like Captain Underpants and The Peanuts Movie! (Also yes I know Dreamworks didn’t make the Peanuts movie). The character designs are all cartoony and I just adore it, yet it’s a little realistic at the same time, like the clothing! When it comes to the visuals, man.....if you’re a huge fan of action movies, this looks REALLY good. I love the vibe they seem to be going for, gangs, robbing, car chases, spy stuff, shoot outs (maybe? Hopefully lol that would be COOL). It’s clearly an action packed movie, and you don’t see a lot of kids cartoon action movies today, so that’s one of the reasons why I’m hyped!

Moving on, what is the movie about? Well, the film centers around 5 main characters, a Wolf, a Snake, a Shark, a Piranha, and a Spider. They’re, what else? The BAD guys, as they ensue in robbing, stealing, just committing crimes ect, and let me just say that I LOVE movies and media centered around the villains instead of the good guys. Watching bad guys do cool and bad stuff is just fun to some people, I don’t make the rules. Anyway, back to the plot! Under the description of the movie, this is the synopsis:

“After a lifetime of legendary heists, notorious criminals Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Mr. Piranha, Mr. Shark and Ms. Tarantula are finally caught. To avoid a prison sentence, the animal outlaws must pull off their most challenging con yet -- becoming model citizens. Under the tutelage of their mentor, Professor Marmalade, the dubious gang sets out to fool the world that they're turning good.”

Now while watching the trailer, I think we all an agree that this movie looks cliche lol. We of course have seen other media about bad guys who are just...bad guys at the start, but as the movie or show goes on, they start to have an epiphany and eventually ask themselves “what if I don’t want to be a bad guy?”. We see Mr. Wolf, (oh and by the way, I just LOVE how these characters don’t have names, they’re just named after the animals they are, and it’s fantastic because it totally fits with the classic children’s book formula!) but yeah, we see Mr. Wolf at first hatch up with a plan to pretend to be good, but just like the cute scene with the old lady, he starts to feel negative about himself, wondering if being a villain is what he truly wants. We can then see how upset Mr. Snake is by this, saying that they’ll “always be bad guys”, implying that of course, the rest of the crew probably won’t agree with Mr. Wolf. Now before you wring my neck, just because something is cliche, doesn’t mean it’s BAD. Hell, Illuminations “Despicable Me” sort of had the same premise with the villain turning good, and I absolutely LOVE that movie! In my opinion, cliches and tropes can be used in a movie as long as something new and unique is done with it. HOWEVER, I’m not going to jump into that because the movie isn’t even out yet, but yes, I DO hope we see something new and unique in this movie, and I’m pretty sure we will lol, because again, this movie looks REALLY good in my opinion! I should also say that even if they don’t do anything new with the tropes and cliche’s we’ll be seeing, I STILL would think the movie can be good, because not all movies are like that. This movie to me looks like it’s going to be one of those small harmless kids movies. It’s not trying to be deep or groundbreaking really, it’s just one of those wacky over the top kid’s films, so if you think I’m reading too deep into this movie for a “kids movie” after the stuff I said above, I agree! I just wanted to share my internal thoughts of what I was thinking while watching the trailer. Speaking of that, I have a few more!

So I wanted to share what I think about our main characters of course! I’m hype to see all of them, I genuinely hope that they ALL get enough screen time of course because normally today, movies will only focus on two characters from a 5 or bigger group, so I hope each and every one of them get their time to shine, because I genuinely like them all so far. Mr. Snake looks like he’s going to be a lot of fun, I love how crazy Mr. Piranha and Mr. Shark seem, seriously they’re the characters who look and seem like they have a HIGGGH body count, so I’m all for that lol. Ms. Tarantula you’ll notice isn’t in the books, so I’m glad they added a female character! As for Mr. Wolf, admit it, you only like him because he’s a WOLF and “hot” HUH FURRY? No I’m kidding, in all seriousness, he looks fun as well, the only thing I of course hope this movie does is make him more than just “the cool guy” and flesh him out. Again, I’m pretty sure they’re going to do that, the trailer shows him wondering what it would be like if the world wasn’t afraid of them, as well as him saying he wouldn’t want to leave his crew because they’re all he has. Also again, the movie isn’t out so we’ll have to wait and see! Another thing I want to say is I’m very intrigued and curious on the dynamic between Mr. Wolf and Mr. Snake, (especially since Mr. Snake is the most offended when Wolf implies that he wants to be good) they look like a good duo and seem to be the closest, not ganna lie, they remind me a lot of Lupin and Jigen from the Japanese anime “Lupin The Third”. I’m sorry to make that reference but honestly this whole MOVIE gives me Lupin vibes, and that’s a good thing. Hell, I’m pretty sure someone who worked on this movie revealed one of the style inspirations WAS Lupin, so that’s cool! I hope to see these 5 just bouncing off eachother in the movie, character dynamics are one of the most important things!

Before I wrap this up, let’s talk about the wolf love interest and the Hamster dude. Obviously the wolf gal is going to be the love interest to Mr. Wolf, as she also seems to be in charge of something from the shots we’ve seen with her. I don’t really want to....ya know, LOOK up these characters and what they do because I’m afraid of spoilers, ESPECIALLY since the junior novelization is OUT ALREADY LIKE DAMN. I don’t really have much to say for the wolf gal, I WILL say that I’m glad she’ll be kicking ass because there are a few shots of her on a motorcycle and in a spy suit, so I’m happy for that! Obviously we’re ganna see romantic chemistry between her and Mr. Wolf, so....hope y’all furries are happy lol. When it comes to the hamster, Imma be honest........I GENUINELY think he’ll be the villain of the movie lmao. I don’t know what it is but he just looks suspicious already, and I doubt he’s helping the crew to be good just because he wants to. In my opinion, either the hamster will be the villain, or hell, the female wolf will be, but that’s kinda a stretch. Or....maybe there won’t be one! I honestly would LOVE this movie if there isn’t really a villain, it’s just the conflict and all about the bad guys becoming the good guys ya know?

And there ya have it! Those are my general thoughts for The Bad Guys, I’m SO HYPED for this movie y’all, it looks so cool, especially with all the damn action, and I LOVE cartoon violence lol. I know it’s not out, but if it turns out to be good, I really hope it will be a movie that’ll stick to this generation, so people can look back on it and go “hey, remember the bad guys?” Kinda like Madagascar or Shark Tale. The animation looks amazing, the characters seem fun, and this whole movie looks like it’s going to be a wild ride, and I’m READY. Now that that’s out fo turn way, what do you think of The Bad Guys? Do you think it looks good, and what are your thoughts? Feel free to share, thank you for reading, and I’ll see you soon! 👋💕

[redgillan]

Under Pastel Skies - 2

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,024

Warnings: none

A/N: I’m just going to remind you that this sugar daddy fic isn’t about smut. I love smut but it’s not what I’m focusing on here. 

Bucky stood under the glass awning in front of the hotel, the neon green light illuminating the path to the automatic doors. He forced his eyes closed and listened to the sound of rain hitting the glass shelter.

It was just after 6:30 in the morning and he had been standing there for over ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to enter the building. He was sweating, trembling, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Every sound around him seemed amplified; cars honking, people talking or listening to music. It was hell.

He desperately wanted to take a cab ride back to Brooklyn and hide in his apartment. Bucky had a strict routine -get up at six, eat, shave, shower, go for a walk, etc- and he needed it to keep his mind focused and his body healthy. Though lately, his therapist had encouraged him to stray from his routine if he felt like it. And he wanted to, but his body wasn’t cooperating.

Instead he just stood here, stuck between two choices that terrified him. He could go back home and hate himself for taking the ‘easy way out’, or he could take the plunge and enter the building. He had come here on a whim, but now that he was here he felt as if he really needed to see you. He didn’t even know if you were working.

He looked over his shoulder, he could almost see the metaphorical pack of wolves waiting for him. It would be easy to give in and let them take him. He could go back to his old life, his old habits, or he could jump off that metaphorical cliff and hope for the best.

Your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Bucky greeted the receptionist with a smile. He asked if he could have breakfast at the hotel restaurant and she agreed before leading him to the Bar Lounge.

The room was large, with row after row of square tables perfectly aligned. There were a few more private seats close to the bar and an oval buffet in the middle of the room. A woman in a dark grey suit scooped a small portion of scrambled eggs onto her plate next to two slices of toasted white bread. She raised her gaze to his and nodded in greeting.

The swing door that led to the kitchen burst open and Bucky turned his attention to the sound. You were carrying a large tank of orange juice to the buffet table, a pen tucked behind your ear and a piece of paper between your lips. There was a slight furrow between your brows as you set the tank on the table.

Your scuffed boots were gone, replaced by black ballet flats. Your pencil skirt rose up as you stretched to reach the highest part of the buffet. Bucky hastily looked away from your bare legs, not wanting to look like a total creep. Once you were done, you smoothed down your skirt and tucked your white shirt into your skirt.

Your hair was brushed away from your face and your lips were painted red, something dark and empowering, and it contrasted beautifully with your strict, uninspiring uniform, which only intended to erase any sense of individuality.

“Hi, how can I h- Hey, I know you,” you said, approaching him. “You’re Bucky.”

He bashfully looked at his shoes. “Yeah, hi.” He cleared his throat and raised his gaze to yours. “I was hoping to run into you. I, uh, I can’t stop thinking about our talk.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I was rude and brusque, and you were incredibly nice. I really feel like an ass.”

You chuckled. “It’s fine. Honestly, I was nervous, too. You should have seen me –I was a complete mess.”

“Could have fooled me,” he replied with a grin. “Though you did say that meeting me was like choosing between a pack of wolves or jumping off a cliff.”

“Gosh!” You facepalmed. “See? A complete mess!” You gestured to the table behind you. “Have you eaten yet? Sit down, it’s on me.” He opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off. “You paid for the taxi. It’s only fair.”

Amused, he shook his head and followed you to the buffet table. Everything looked and smelled delicious. He spotted several glass cereal dispensers filled with frosted flakes, Cap'n Crunch, Lucky Charms and good old Fruit Loops.

“We also have French toasts, pancakes, croissants, turnovers, omelettes, eggs, four different types of bread with margarine, butter, jam, Nutella, or marmalade,” you said without pausing for a breath, “freshly sliced fruits, a variety of yogurts, granola, oatmeal, orange juice, apple juice, Danish pastries, muffins and a great selection of teas.”

“And that’s it?” Bucky asked, his face breaking into a teasing smile. You liked the way his eyes crinkled at the corners right before he smiled.

You pouted your lips while you thought. “Actually no, we also have scrambled eggs –which, frankly, I don’t recommend. They come in a plastic bag and we have to heat them up in the microwave. It’s a little gross. You can try the sausage and bacon though, unless you don’t eat meat.”

“And coffee?” He found your flustered reaction to his teasing absolutely adorable.

“Yes, of course,” you said, biting your bottom lip. “Sorry, I get a little excited sometimes.”

“I understand,” he nodded. “That’s a pretty great buffet, though I’ll stay clear of the scrambled eggs.”

You took a few steps toward the kitchen and turned back to him, a little apologetic cringe on your face. “Um, how do you take your coffee? Expresso, Americano, latte, cappuccino, macchiato, mocha, ristretto-” you paused to take a breath “-or iced coffee?”

A laugh bubbled out of him. He couldn’t help it, you were just too endearing. “Black,” he said, grinning. “I know I’m boring.”

“Oh, no! You’re not boring,” you rushed to say, then realized what he was doing. “Ugh, you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“A little.” His nose scrunched up as he said it.

You went to the kitchen to make his cup of coffee and Bucky began to browse the length of the buffet table. Scooping food onto his plate with only one hand proved more challenging than he expected, and he was glad that the lounge was mostly empty.

He could feel the lady in the grey suit’s eyes on him as he moved around. He set his plate on the bar, removed the glass lid, scooped up two hefty pancakes and stacked them on his plate. They looked pretty fluffy, it wouldn’t be hard to cut them with the edge of a fork. Then he replaced the lid and moved his plate closer to the maple syrup bottle.

He glanced at the woman who hastily looked away as if she hadn’t been staring at him the whole time. Annoyed, he kept looking at her while he poured maple syrup over his pancakes. He hated when people stared at him as if he were a freak. He narrowed his eyes menacingly and grinned to himself when she started fidgeting in her seat.

“You must really love maple syrup.”

Bucky paused at the sound of your voice, his features immediately softened. He looked down at his plate and realised he had drowned his pancakes in a gooey river of maple syrup. He must have spaced out during his staring contest with the business woman.

He had a strange look in his eyes, his expression a mix of confusion and anguish. Finally his eyes found yours and you smiled warmly at him, making him fight back a blink. You pried the bottle out of his rigid hand, and he let you take it.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice weak.

You weren’t sure what he was apologizing for but it wasn’t something you were going to analyse right now. “There’s a cup of coffee waiting for you. Best cup in Manhattan.”

He laughed, the crinkles were back. “You’re an angel.”

Bucky returned to his table and loaded his coffee with three teaspoons of sugar before he took a sip. He had always preferred sweet to savoury, and coffee was way too bitter for him.

There wasn’t much to do in the lounge. The television was behind him, the sound kept to a minimum. The lady in the grey suit left soon after and Bucky watched you clean her table.

You moved back and forth between the main room and the kitchen, going about your work and occasionally shooting him a smile. The food was good, not spectacular, but still better than his usual breakfast –two slices of toasted white bread with butter and a cup of coffee.

“Do you need anything else?” you asked, standing next to his table.

“Company?” he said with a hopeful look. “Please.”

You offered him a pained grimace when he gestured at the seat across from him. “I’m not allowed to sit. Sorry.”

It was hard to resist his puppy dog eyes but you needed to keep your job if you wanted to be able to afford your own place.

“Do you like working here?”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged. “I’m glad I have a job.”

“Sam mentioned you’re an artist.”

You shyly looked around you, you were the only two people in the room now. “I haven’t painted since I got this job,” you revealed. “I’m pretty sure my artist membership card has been cancelled.”

“Nope, those are for life.”

You laughed. “I hope so.”

You looked at each other before he asked, “Do you have any pictures of your work?”

You were genuinely surprised that someone wanted to see your work. Usually people offered a half-hearted ‘oh, that nice. I paint, too, occasionally” and changed the subject. You patted your pockets, searching for your phone, and groaned when you remembered that it was in your locker.

“I don’t have my phone with me but wait-” You took a napkin from the table and started writing. “This is my Instagram. I do a bit of everything, mostly landscapes and portraits.”

Bucky took the piece of paper and, before he could comment, a family of four walked into the lounge area. You apologized to him and walked over to the family, greeting them with a smile and asking them if they had a good night’s sleep.

The children looked like walking zombies until they spotted the cereal bar, and then chaos ensued. More people went down to breakfast and you didn’t have time to chat with him anymore.

He stayed a little longer, watching you help the kids pour cereal and milk into their bowls. A man who didn’t speak English very well asked you a question and you froze, trying to make him understand since you didn’t speak his language. Bucky smiled when you mimed the answer. The man laughed and gave you a thumb’s up.

There was something about you, something soft and caring, that made people at ease. Even when people started complaining that the platter of scrambled eggs was empty, you defused the situation so smoothly that they left with a smile on their face. It was the kind of person you were, kind-hearted and willing to help.

An angel.

When you looked in his direction again, Bucky was gone. You felt a pang of disappointment that he hadn’t said goodbye, but you had been so busy that even if he had been trying to get your attention, chances are you wouldn’t have noticed him.

Pouting exaggeratedly to yourself, you went to his table with your tray and a clean rag to collect the dirty dishes. You moved the unfolded napkin and what you saw underneath made you stop. You blinked, once, twice, three times, certain that you were hallucinating. You scooped up the bills and counted them.

$300

Your eyes were the size of saucers as you ran back to the lobby. You checked outside for Bucky but he was gone. You stood there, under the glass awning, with a bewildered look on your face, still clutching the bills.

Part 3

[onelastfic]

In honor of Day 23 for @laylaylamode and @thereallordgrape’s writing prompt challenges.

Basteta does love to vibe to the 2001 cover of “Lady Marmalade”. Junji introduced her to the song when they were younger and the cat girl just fell in love with it. If it comes on then she’ll definitely start an impromptu sing along. She got the Lil’ Kim parts down pat. And if Dai Tai and Angela join in then you know you’re in for a hell of a show! The girls have been trying to get Olevia into doing it with them, that girl has got some sultry moves (courtesy Basteta and Dai Tai).

[tuiccim]

Angelface (Part Two)

Pairing: Nomad Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, discussion of sex work

Word count: 1k

Summary: After losing your virginity to Nomad at Lady Marmalade's establishment, you had planned to never see him again. However, Nomad has other plans.

A/N: This is for the Thot Neighborhood's Lady Marmalade Writing Challenge organized by @yarnforbrainss​. Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullabyby for beta reading for me. Lady Marmalade banner by @yarnforbrainsains. Moodboard and dividers by me.

Part One

Steve takes a deep breath before knocking on the office door of the lady of the house.

“Come in,” Lady Marmalade calls. 

“You wanted to see me?” Steve asks as he walks into the understated room. You would never guess by the decor that it was the office of one of the most notorious madams in the world. 

“Have a seat,” she leans back in her chair and studies him as he complies. “You haven’t accepted any clients in two weeks.”

“I needed a break,” Steve says quietly. She says nothing, simply raising an eyebrow until he continues. “My… my last client. She, uh, she was different. I-”

“You felt something.”

“I can’t stop thinking about her,” he confesses, looking down at his hands. 

“When I called her-”

“You talked to her?” Steve’s head snaps up. 

“Yes,” she says with a curious look, “She said that you were fantastic but that she didn’t think she would be using our services again. It was a one time only thing for her.”

“Oh… I need to see her again. Please. I need her number.”

“You know I can’t do that, Steve. Moving on,” the lady continues in a tone that brooks no refusal, “Do you want to continue here? Several of your clients have requested appointments,” she asks while making notes in her book. 

“I can’t. Not until I know-”

“Fine. I’ll pull you off the roster for two weeks. After that, I expect you back or for you to buy out your contract. You’ve been with me long enough to pay the minimum fee with the agreement to not pursue any of my clients. If that’s all,” she stands and motions to the door. 

“Is there anything I can say to convince you to give me her phone number?” Steve asks.

“Confidentiality is a requirement of this business. But I wish you the best of luck,” the lady holds her hand out. 

Steve shakes it and thanks her again before exiting. As her door closes, he looks at the scrap of paper in his hand. The name of a local coffee shop is scrawled on it and Steve grins. Lady Marmalade was a shrewd business woman but she had a heart. 

–

Saturday dawned brightly and Steve sat in the coffee shop for the fourth morning in a row. His eyes were drawn to the door everytime the bell tinkled and his diligence was rewarded when you walked in. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. Smiling, you greeted the barista who took your order and then you walked down the counter to wait for your drink. He was frozen in place watching you. You were concentrating on your phone when your name was called. Grabbing your drink, you head to the door. He watches as you walk out and finally snaps out of his stupor. He nearly knocks the table over in his haste to follow you. 

“Angelface,” he says from behind you. 

You freeze, eyes wide and breath caught in your throat. You thought you’d never hear that voice again. Slowly, you turn around and stare into the beautiful blue eyes that haunt your every dream and fantasy. In disbelief you whisper his name, “Steve.”

“Hi,” Steve falters as he looks at the confusion on your face. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I was hoping I’d run into you,” Steve confesses.

“Why? I’m- I’m not coming back. I’m sorry I gave you the impression that I would but… but I can’t.”

Steve stares at you for a second, “Did you feel it, too?”

“What?” you ask in confusion. 

“I haven’t taken a client since you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I felt something I’d never felt before. Feelings for you,” he pauses to lick his lips. “Did you feel it, too?”

Your stomach is doing flip-flops listening to him. You were in awe that he had felt something for you. It hadn’t been one sided. The connection you felt hadn’t been just you. You nod. 

Steve’s lip quirks, “Words.”

You laugh while feeling like crying from joy, “Yes. Yes, I felt it.”

“Can we go somewhere and talk?” 

“Yeah. Yes. Yes, absolutely.”

You found a bench in a quiet corner of a park. He told you about his job, his real job. He was a physical therapist and told you how he came to work for Lady Marmalade. He and his best friend, Bucky, were the only family each other had. They were rabble rousers in their youth until an accident had nearly taken Bucky’s life. He had survived the horrible accident but lost an arm. After helping Bucky through his recovery, Steve had decided to become a physical therapist and Bucky became a counselor. During school, they were drowning in debt and when Steve was approached by a friend about the business, he saw a way out of their financial strains. 

“Now, all of our debt is paid off and I have a nice little nest egg. I was planning on giving up my, uh, moonlighting at the end of this year but I’ll give it all up now if you’ll give me a chance,” Steve says, hopefully. 

“You would give it up?” you ask tentatively. 

“Yes.”

“Because of me?” Incredulity must be written all over your face.

“Because I’ve never reacted to someone the way I did to you. I’ve never felt this connection with anyone. It feels unreal and stupid and crazy but I can’t stop thinking of you. Everytime I close my eyes, I see you. It was the best night of my life. Not just the sex but… the intimacy. I felt like I could talk to you about anything. I’ve never talked and laughed and enjoyed just being with someone like that. Ever… ever,” he whispers the last word in earnest. 

“It’s not stupid or crazy. It’s not unreal because I felt, I feel the same way,” you smile.

Steve takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, “Can I take you on a date, Angelface?”

“Yes,” you smile as he kisses your hand with a grin.

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Steve Kemp Masterlist | breakablebarnes

Started: May 21, 2022 // Updated: June 23rd, 2022

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Requests

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*indicates smut

i’m your victim & i like it* (loki x reader x steve kemp)

When you wind up taken by two men, you become their personal plaything. Smut with virtually no plot. Absolute filth.

I Say, You Do*  (Lady Marmalade Challenge)

AU: Lady Marmalade owns a house of fabulous repute and employs only the finest specimens for her clients. After a hard week at work, the Lady knows exactly what you need.