#a pin cushion handbag?!

[dawn-moths]

“Pink silk, angel soft”

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

part 1 ♡ part 2

word count: 4500+

(set in my sugar daddy nanami au.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamics, size kink, posessiveness, alternate universe (no sorcery), reader is collared, reader is called “princess, baby, baby girl, good girl, bad girl, brat, sweetheart, and angel”, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), bathing together and aftercare.

*ao3 mirror*

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The dainty, delicate jingle of a pretty gold bell paired with your beautiful, breathy moans filled the master bedroom. Nanami loved seeing you like this, his perfect little angel laying underneath him in expensive lingerie of soft, satiny pink and delicate froths of white lace decorating the body he so cherished, worshipped, owned.

He was still working his way down your neck with tender kisses and teasing little nips, drinking in the way your body shuddered as he pressed his jutting arousal harder against your needy, insatiable sex, the only thing between you two being the designer fabrics of his trousers— the champagne colored ones he wore for his really important business meetings— and the thin lace of your panties, growing wetter and more ruined with each passing minute.

“Daddy, please…” you begged in a whispery whine, your eager little hands pawing for the buckle of his belt. “Can’t take it much more… I need you…”

Nanami would often scold you for being impatient, punish you if you became too bratty, but tonight, after the hell week he’d had shuffling endlessly from one meeting to the next, spending more time away from his precious baby than either of you had wanted, he craved your greed for him.

Besides, he’d been the indulgent one this time, practically pulling you into his lap to straddle him then pinning you to the couch cushions the moment he’d walked through the door and gotten his hands on you as you’d just woken from your late afternoon nap, his tie tugged loose and carelessly abandoned somewhere on the floor in the living room amidst his fervor, his suit jacket shrugged off and left draped over the arm of the furniture.

“I know, princess…” he sighed dreamily with that rich baritone of his, pulling back only far enough to gaze into your eyes, gently brushing a stray strand of your hair back from your face before kissing you lightly on the nose and saying, “But I promise if you’re patient like a good girl then Daddy’ll make the wait worth it for you.”

The butterflies that Nanami had raised and released in your tummy fluttered back to vibrant life with all the possibilities of what your Daddy could have in store for you tonight.

He never failed to surprise you, whether it was with a brand new Chanel bag in a color that matched your most recently purchased outfit or the latest pair of Miu Miu heels, an impromptu weekend getaway to northern Italy or the south of France, the lavish shopping sprees and decadent dinners and gorgeous hotel suites, Nanami had many different monetary ways to shower you in his love.

But, as nice as all the designer handbags and dresses and jewelry and extravagant trips were, there was only one thing you’d trade it all away for. And that was the feeling of your two bodies becoming one, moving in tandem with each other and creating a priceless artwork of skin and sweat, a hypnotizing symphony that could never be conducted the same twice.

Though, lucky for you, you’d never have to choose between luxury items and amazing sex, as Nanami was able to provide both in constant abundance.

At least, so long as you did your part and remained his perfect little angel. It was an easy role to play, so long as you didn’t begin to feel neglected when he became caught up with work. After the busy week he’d just had though, you’d been teetering on the edge of morphing into a disobedient little devil, willing to do just about anything to receive some of his attention, even if it meant breaking his rules and facing the whip or his belt for exhibiting such bad behavior.

Rest assured, from past experience, once you’d taken your punishment like the good girl he knew you still were deep down, Nanami would grant you the pleasure you so deserved.

So he went about exploring the familiar planes of your body, your skin silky smooth to the touch, your scent like vanilla and honey and the distinct flavor that was indisputably you.

He ran his hands over the supple hills of your breasts, down the dip of your waist and the curves of your hips, kneading the plush flesh of your thighs as he kissed you like it was the only thing he remembered how to do, savoring the way your tongue felt against his, trading each other’s breath like it was the only source of oxygen filling each other’s lungs, keeping his lips to yours until you were left breathless and panting in short, hot huffs once he finally broke away, both your lips shining with each other’s spit.

And once you regained a little bit of your senses, you looked up at him and you smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile too, because your eyes were glittering with all the adoration and devotion you held for him, knowing how much adoration and devotion he also held for you.

“Guess what?” you asked, your voice dripping with endless affection.

Nanami’s grin remained, and he prompted your question with an equally infatuated, “What, sweetheart?”

A hum of amusement found a home in your throat, and for a moment you kept him in suspense. Then you said, all velvet and rose petals, “I love you!”

Nanami never had to wonder if you really meant it.

He could’ve identified you out of a hundred other girls by a single touch alone. He could go blind and still recognize you by the way you cupped his face in your little palms and traced his sharp features as he rested his head in your lap after a long day, the sound of your lilting giggle as it echoed down the halls accompanied by the muted pitter-patters of socked feet, the way you whispered his name in the morning in that adorable, loving way of yours.

And that was because he loved you too.

He loved you more than life itself— even if that life was composed of the finest things money could buy, none of it mattered unless he could share it with you.

“I love you more, angel,” he replied, bumping his nose lightly against yours, and if you could’ve purred like the adorable little kitten you were right then, you would’ve. “More than you’ll ever even know.”

And then he was pulling you up to straddle his lap, a cute little gasp escaping your lips at the sudden unexpected movement, and Nanami sighed out a quiet chuckle as he ran his palms over your bare shoulders, down your arms, back up again.

“I take it this one’s still your favorite,” Nanami crooked one long finger under the shiny gold bell on your bubblegum pink collar, flicking it to hear that playful jingle ring out softly, “isn’t it, princess?”

You nodded, looking up at him through the fan of your lashes, the perfect picture of his demure little doll. Though he knew, aside from the looks of you— all your lace trimmed thigh-highs and ruffly knee socks, your flirty, flouncy pink and white skirts and dresses of pale blues and lavenders, the cashmere cardigans with buttons that sparkled like diamonds or were made to look like bows, some delicate jewelry laying across your collar bones or your wrists or dangling from your ears, usually paired with heeled mary janes or platform oxfords or whatever else you picked out that day because you’d deemed it the cutest— you still nurtured a little demon inside of you.

It was a devil he’d had to learn to control, to collar, to conquer, only letting her out when he decided it was time to open the cage. But once he did, so long as it was in the bedroom, at least, that mischievous little monster morphed into the desirably divine.

And it was only for him, Nanami felt a dangerous sense of pride in knowing. Only for him.

“Well it looks good on you,” Nanami complimented as he slightly adjusted the way the accessory wrapped itself around your pretty neck. Then he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his heart swelling when you nestled your cheek into his palm, those misleadingly innocent doe-eyes of yours blinking up at him and silently pleading for him to touch you more, more, more.

“Alright, baby, I know, I know,” Nanami agreed in a low, mirthy chuckle. His hands were resting on the outside of your thighs now, inching higher to toy with the thin waistband of your panties, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the sheer ruffles sitting daintily on your hips, hooking them underneath just to tease you, to get you to squirm. “Daddy’s gonna be good on his promise, just be patient.”

Now he moved onto unhooking your bra, savoring the way such soft, pretty skin was revealed beneath the pink silk and white lace, the way your sensitive nipples perked in the cool air of the room, a wave of goosebumps raising over your flesh before fading away like a gentle wave pulling away from the shore to return back to the sea.

Nanami layed you back against the bedsheets, taking a moment to unbutton his shirt, though was interrupted by a different kind of jingling sound as your little fingers tugged lightly at the shiny silver buckle of his leather belt, a soft whine crawling its way up your throat as you looked up at him and pouted.

Normally, your Daddy would use your repetitious impatience as an excuse to punish you, in this case, most likely by edging you until you became a trembling, crying, drooling mess just begging for release, but again, Nanami guessed today he was feeling rather lenient.

Besides, he wanted this just as much as you did. He was just better at hiding it.

“Want something, sweetheart?” he asked mockingly, words dripping with condescending mirth as he quirked an eyebrow up at you, faking confusion. After you nodded, your hands finding a tighter grip around his belt and giving a quick tug to signal you wanted it off, gone, right now, Nanami cooed at you and said, “You know you have to use your words, baby. You know Daddy can’t give you what you want unless you tell him.”

Instead of abiding by his request to speak your wants, you gave a grumbled whine and tried again to unbuckle his belt, which caused Nanami to grab up both your wrists in one of his strong palms, movement swift and smooth, pinning them above your head and actually seeming to startle you for a second.

Your heartbeat stuttered before leaping back to fast-paced life between your ribs as Nanami glared down at you, his face only inches from yours, the dim light of the room casting eerie shadows across his chiseled features.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, princess…” Nanami warned, a little more steel to his voice now, though you could sense that it wasn’t entirely serious. Something about that sinful sparkle in his dark eyes gave him away. “Or do you want to be punished?”

Either way, you figured you wouldn’t risk it, so that time you opened your mouth to respond, a weak, shy mutter of, “W-want your cock, Daddy…” barely breathed out under your breath.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,” Nanami pressed, acting chillingly indifferent with that air of oncoming cruelty that sent both spiky barbs of fear shooting through your veins as well as a flutter of excitement blooming in your belly. Then, capturing your jaw in his grip, though not in the bruising way he tended to do if he was really about to punish you, he said, “You know, if you insist on being a brat, you’re gonna be treated like one…”

“I-I want your cock, Daddy!” you whined, much louder that time, though you knew he’d heard you the first time.

At this, Nanami’s expression softened back into that gentle pride, letting go of your face only to grab his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops to be tossed to the floor in a short bout of clacking and clinking like it would’ve been that easy for you to do it yourself.

“Good girl…” he cooed, releasing your wrists momentarily to undo the button on his slacks. “See how you get what you want if you just do as Daddy says?”

The moment he’d kicked off what remained of his clothes and his cock was free, he crawled back on top of you, beginning to grind against your soaked core, likely on his way to ruining yet another pair of your favorite panties.

That’s alright. He’d just buy you more, after all.

A hiss was sucked in through clenched teeth as your eager little hands found his hard cock, wrapping around and giving a squeeze that was just enough to tease him. He’d always known that two could play at that game— the game he’d sometimes convinced himself he was the reigning champion of against you— only to be reminded that, yes, you may have looked like an angel, but he was the only one who knew how to bring the devil out in you.

After recovering from his unexpected wince and locking eyes with you again, he saw that mischievous little grin painted across your adorably defiant face, a lilting giggle upturned into an amused squeak speaking to the fact that you were fully aware of the power you’d momentarily held over him and liked catching him off guard. But when his dark eyes flashed with that calculated, dangerous glint, you knew you wouldn’t be smiling for much longer.

“You’re in the mood to play, huh?” Nanami taunted, grinding against you harder that time, quickly becoming ruthless. It was a nasty habit of his— becoming too rough too fast, often just to prove a point— but it was a habit you’d learned to enjoy, over time.

Because sure, he might fuck you fast and hard enough to make tears well in your eyes, to make weak little pleads of “Hurts, Daddy—!” and “S’too much—!” get caught in your throat in an attempt to get him to let up a little, your nails biting into the toned muscles of his broad shoulders and back as he pinned and pounded you into the mattress, but you both knew part of you had learned to like the pain. Sometimes you craved it, the mischievous little masochist in you breaking one of his rules just so he’d bend you over his knee and spank your ass or have you tied up while he teased you to tears.

Coyly biting your lip, you glanced up at him through your lashes and replied with a lazy half shrug, “I dunno, maybe…” And that…

That had Nanami grinning for an entirely different reason.

“Well, it’s up to you, baby…” Nanami began. “We can either play nice—” He reached down to gently rub enticing circles on your needy little clit through the soaked laced clinging to your pulsing pussy, pulling one of those melodic moans from your throat, your head thrown back against the fluffy pillows as pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed sweet and hot through your veins. But then, just before you felt yourself teetering on the edge of release, he was pulling back, causing you to whine and cast him a confused and irritated little pout. “Or we can play dirty.”

“I’ll play nice!” you were practically pleading, chasing his hand with an impatient buck of your hips. “Swear it, Daddy! I’ll play nice, so please—!”

Your sentence was cut off with a clipped gasp that turned into a low, sated moan, Nanami slipping his fingers in through the side of your soaked panties to touch you for real, the pressure on your swollen, throbbing little bud a skillful alternation of soft and firm, unraveling you more and more with each motion.

He had you arching your back and crying out before the minute was up, stomach clenching as he helped you ride out the aftershocks of your first orgasm of the night, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as they sparkled with sugary, seraphim lust.

He gave you some time to recover before the next round, but not much.

You weren’t even entirely sure when Nanami had removed the last piece of lace left clinging to your person, but as the cold air of the room registered on your weeping cunt, that fiery spark of anticipation reignited in the pit of your stomach.

The moment you felt his hot breath fanning over your pussy, you gripped the sheets in your trembling little fists. You knew this next part was going to last long, whether you wanted it to or not. Nanami was a master of savoring every last, painfully sweet taste of you, enjoying every slow lapping of his tongue along your slit like you were the world’s rarest, most radiant delicacy, syrupy nectar dripping from a fruit so ripe it was ready to burst.

He had to wrestle you still when your squirming turned to thrashing, your body unsure whether it wanted to get away from him or get closer, the agonizing push and pull of the electric pleasure zapping through your insides enough to fry your brain until the only thought you were capable of was how good Nanami made you feel.

Each moan that left your pretty mouth was pitched higher and higher until your second orgasm was crashing over you like a wave against a cliffside during a storm, limbs tensing and trembling violently as you tried to twist away, fisting the bed sheets until the skin over your knuckles was pulled taught and aching over your bones, Nanami forcing you past your limit until he’d drank up every last heavenly drop of you.

And as you lay there, shuddering and spent and slowly slipping back into serenity, he couldn’t help but admire the way your soft skin glistened with a thin sheen of sparkling sweat and your hair lay perfectly tousled and splayed beneath your lolled head, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths that hitched every once in a while in gentle little gasps when his fingertips ghosted over your bare thighs, hitching your legs up and pulling you closer to him.

You weren’t sure if you had a third round in you, but it wasn’t up to you, so in the end that didn’t matter.

Nanami had played nice like he’d promised, though had still found a way to be strategically cruel in tiny doses, so now it was only fair you let him take his turn.

Lining himself up with your neglected entrance, Nanami made sure to ask before beginning to nudge his way in, “Are you ready, baby?” and after you gave a weak, fucked-out nod, Nanami proceeded to push his way into you, stretching your sensitive little hole inch by stinging inch, only slowing his already lenient pace when you whined or hissed or made those adorably broken, pitiful little sounds of pain that he’d practically burned into his memory by now, replaying them in his mind like a song stuck in his head whenever he was away for long periods for work and was missing you, just dreaming about the next time he could sink into that tight cunt of yours.

“D-Daddy—!” you gasped, a thin film of tears glossing over your shimmering eyes as the stretch on your unprepared entrance bordered on too much. You were gripping his arms in your trembling grasp, begging him with your eyes to mask the pain with some of his gentle coos or tender kisses.

“Almost there, princess,” Nanami promised, his voice a little strained from just how tightly your insides were constricting around his cock, knowing he was going to have to make it up to you for not helping properly prep you beforehand.

You’d been eyeing a brand new dress in the window of your favorite designer store a couple days ago but hadn’t had time to stop in as Nanami had been running late for a meeting that Gojo had only bothered to inform him of a few hours beforehand while he’d been out shopping with you. He figured he’d go back tomorrow on his way home from work to surprise you with. That might make the fact that you’d probably have a little trouble walking comfortably for the next few days by the time he was done with you tonight a little easier to bear.

“You’re doing so well for me…” Nanami sighed. “Always such a good girl—” Finally entering you down to the hilt, there was a moment of brief respite for the both of you, Nanami catching his breath while he gave you time to adjust to being so painfully full of him.

As a few of your tears fell, Nanami wiped them away and gently pressed his lips to your temple, leaving a trail of loving pecks from there to your neck as he whispered words of praise in between kisses.

“Love you so much,” he told you, brushing a few strands of sweat-damp hair from your forehead, preparing to start moving as he felt you relax a little around where he had split you in two. “So much sweetheart… You know that, don’t you?”

And there was another one of those saccharine smiles he lived to see, your flushed face beaming up at him as if he were the sun in your sky, reaching up to cup his face in your little palms as you said, voice reverent and doting, “Of course, Daddy. And you know how much I love you, too, right?”

Nanami couldn’t help but smile now too, playfully nudging your nose with his as he muttered, low and loving, “More than anything in the world?”

“More than anything in the universe,” you corrected, nuzzling your cheek against his, feeling the barely detectable roughness of where he’d shaved that morning, lightly twining your arms around his neck, the two of you just resting in this essence of tranquility that had blanketed itself over the room. Then, in a lull, as if drifting off to sleep, you muttered, “More than anything…”

Nanami almost felt bad that he couldn’t let you fall asleep right then— you looked so serene— but there was one act left in this tale of angels and demons and he was determined to have you both make it through to the finale.

Slowly, rhythmically, he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with more force than you’d been ready for the first time.

But as the pace began to pick up until he was maintaining the perfect speed for you both, Nanami also toying with your overstimulated clit as he felt himself approaching his own release, you could feel that haze of sharp-edged ecstasy clouding your brain for the third time that night, barbs of twisted pleasure splicing with the sounds of his grunts and whines as your core fluttered and squeezed around him everytime he was buried deep inside of you, grazing against your sweet spot every time.

“C-can feel you in my tummy, Daddy—!” you gasped, your next moan clipping with that perfect, pain-laced pleasure. “F-feels so good! Don’t stop—!”

And that…

That was enough to send Nanami over the edge.

You’d barely whimpered half of his name out before you both were coming undone, him filling you to the brim with his hot, sticky seed and you gushing all over his cock, both of you painting each other in glistening arousal and pent up desire.

You were both sticky and slick with each other’s sweat and cum, your mouths seeking each other out one last time for a long, lazy kiss before Nanami carefully pulled out of you, watching with reverence as your abused little hole leaked more of your combined pleasure, unable to help himself from collecting it on the pad of his thumb and smearing it in absentminded patterns through your shining, gooey slit, painting it into your puffy folds and pushing some of it back into you once his touch migrated back to the source.

Would it be too selfish of him to force one more round out of you, to wring you dry, if that were even possible (in his experience with you thus far, it wasn’t)?

But then your adorable, tired little voice was registering to him once again, a feeble inquiry of, “Daddy…?” barely mumbled out of your glossy, swollen lips, causing his gaze to snap back to yours. “Can we take a bath together?” you asked, and before answering, Nanami took a few more seconds to admire you in your beautifully debauched state.

“Of course we can, baby,” he smiled, standing from the edge of the bed after unfastening the collar from you throat and draping a sheet over your bare form. “Just let me clean you up and then I’ll run us some water.”

Just before he could turn to head for his navy robe hanging off the back of the door, you asked, all silky sweetness and tender hope, “Can we use the bath bomb… one of the sparkly pink ones…?”

Nanami hummed out a note of gentle amusement, knowing how much you loved those things, loved the way the glitter lingered on your skin afterward and the sickly sweet scent of bubblegum or strawberries and cream wove its way into your hair, which he’d make sure and wash for you whenever you two shared a bath or a shower together, massaging your scalp with all your favorite products and brushing out the tangles for you as he did so. “Of course we can, princess,” he affirmed, now slipping into his fluffy robe and beginning to tread towards the master bathroom. “Anything you want.”

And when he returned from filling the porcelain, clawfoot tub full with your preferred temperature, he half expected to find you fast asleep, but your resting eyes blinked open and gave him another one of those genuinely devoted smiles.

After using a warm washcloth to wipe away as much of the mess that you two had made from between your legs, Nanami helped you to your feet and guided you into the expansive, spotless bathroom, all of its mirrors and pristine tile shining under the dimmed vanity lighting. You kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself into the tub, sinking into the bath with a little bit of a wince as the hot water touched your raw center, then a sigh as the warmth wrapped itself the rest of the way around you.

Nanami brought you over one of your bath bombs, placing it in your waiting, cupped palms so you could be the one to drop it in and watch it fizz, turing the bath a vibrant, glittering cerise, before carefully stepping in and settling himself in the tub behind you, letting you lay with your back against his chest, his knees slightly poking above the surface on either side of you as you both submerged yourselves further into the lulling calm of each other’s embrace.

And for all the stress and the long business trips and last minute meetings, being able to spend this time with you made it all worth it.

Because Nanami knew his job was, above all else, to provide and care for his very special, most favorite girl, no matter the cost or the sacrifices.

And you probably wouldn’t believe him if he told you how truly lucky he felt to have you in his life, to be able to come home to you every day and fall asleep beside you every night.

But, then again, you actually might. Because you felt the same exact way.

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I wanted to write another lil something for my sd!nanami since, well, I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately haha.

In the future I think I’d like to do something with a little more plot for him, but honestly, I feel like this version of him lends itself to pure smut just fine ;)

Anyway, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

See you next time~

[demonsandpieohmy]

Flying Blind

Birthday fic for @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist, who makes amazing art for us lucky ducks at @goodomensafterdark, and sometimes even for my writing.

Summary: After saving Elspeth, Crowley doesn’t get pulled down to hell, and instead Aziraphale has to take care of a laudanum-inebriated demon. Later, Crowley discovers exactly how fun it is to get his wings groomed.

TW/CW: Mentions of suicide attempt by Elspeth, laudanum intoxication, wing kink

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Crowley freed himself from Aziraphale’s grasp and skipped down the road, nearly crashing into a woman.

“M’lady.” He tipped his hat in an exaggerated low bow of apology, nearly falling over in the process.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale exclaimed, shooting an apologetic smile at the woman who was clutching her handbag and scurrying away. “Get a hold of yourself.”

You should get a hold of me, Crowley thought.

“I beg your pardon?” said Aziraphale.

Whoops. He’d said that out loud.

“So stuffy, angel. Stuffier than a pin cushion.” He opened his arms and twirled around. “Where to next?”

“I rather think you should get to bed,” Aziraphale said.

You should take me to bed, Crowley thought.

“Excuse me?!”

Whoops. He’d said that one out loud too.

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[charligirls7]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Twifaille By Rosenfeld vintage purse. Hat pins celebrity purse.

[monab-india]

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[more-than-a-princess]

Seated at the antique vanity table in her suite, Sonia had just finished sliding the last of the bobby pins into her hair when one of the windows interrupted her focus with a groaning creak. The sort that came from too much weight or pressure on ancient wood furnishings, something she was all too familiar with at home, in her younger years, as she devised various ways to sneak away from the various royal residences. In contrast, whatever was making this sound didn't want out: it wanted to get in.

In the span of a second, she'd made two decisions: one, that she did not have enough time to notify her security several doors further into the building that there was a trespassing underway and two, she remembered she'd chosen to keep one of the pistols in her possession in the bottom right drawer of the vanity. In a swift movement, she'd retrieved it, gotten to her feet, clicked off the safety, and took aim at the window before she realized who exactly it was who had disrupted her morning pre-breakfast, admonishing him with a reminder of proper window usage.

 "This was not exactly how I anticipated my morning to begin," She replied with a heavy sigh, flipping the safety back on before putting the pistol away in its proper place. "I apologize: after the first two kidnappings, my family refuses to take chances, especially when I travel. I'm protected by diplomatic immunity wherever I go, and they'd rather me safe than risk a third attempt."

She took a seat back on the upholstered cushion in front of the mirror, moving to affix a pearl barrette into her hair. The front sections had been pulled away and fastened behind her head, giving her some relief on what was anticipated to be a warm, end of spring day in Florence. She'd dressed for it too, with a linen sundress in a pale shade of lavender that was fitted in the bodice and flared at the waist ending just below her knees, complete with thin straps that tied into bows atop each shoulder. Beige espadrilles had been tied into similar bows around her ankles and a pair of white sunglasses, a straw hat, and a wicker basket bag had been placed on a chair nearby, a pink and red silk scarf tied to the bag's handle. Decidedly casual for royalty, right down to the gold pebble and freshwater pearl earrings in her ears.

"What sort of services would those be?" She asked, perhaps far too casually to someone who had just climbed through her window without warning. Though at this point, she was often expecting Shirou Emiya to turn up unexpectedly: in a private villa in the Maldives, in a casino in Monaco, and now, a villa-turned-hotel in Florence. "I don't suppose you're going to sneak into this hotel's kitchen next." She turned from her mirror then and grinned at him, having just finished dabbing a bit of cherry red lipstick onto her lips with her fingertip before wiping it on a handkerchief.

"I don't suppose I may ask what you're doing here, considering how we usually cross paths now," She continued, slipping both the gold compact and the handkerchief into the handbag before securing the tan leather top in place. "But I believe any situation may be perceived as strange as I had specific instructions to my staff that I wanted a day on my own in Florence before tomorrow's official schedule. I was just about to find a café for coffee: that's what they call breakfast here, regardless if you're drinking the beverage or not."

@more-than-a-princess ❝ People here don’t normally enter and exit through windows, okay? You should probably remember this information for future reference. ❞ (definitely for an older Shirou)

❝ Ah, it is just you. For a moment I thought I’d be in trouble. ❞ His nonchalant tone hid his genuine relief.

There are a few things one must know about Florence. It was once one of the richest places in all Europe during the Renaissance era, its most affluent citizens were so above everything else that their mansions weren’t located on the street level but always at least one flight of stairs above. It even became an intricate network of above-ground passageways connecting one villa to the next, its inhabitants hardly having to ever touch the streets during their lifetimes. Almost like an entirely different world right above everyone’s head, literally. Another thing is that many of the affluent families that held power during that time also holds power to this day. An old lineage that upholds its traditions hidden from the outside world. Shirou didn’t take any of that into consideration. The man recognized a few individuals from a previous run-in and didn’t want to have an unnecessary scuffle amidst a bustling street, so he climbed up the nearest drain to reach a balcony, pressing his body against the window. However, it wasn’t latched on properly and due to its uneven flooring he ended up inside the house – he barely had any time to curse his clumsiness when realized that there was a woman in there! – that was it. He was ready to accept his face and get into trouble. But it seems fate had a silly sense of humor and he soon recognized the person in question, which left him without reaction as spoke.

❝ My apologies. I didn’t expect to run into you or anyone for that matter. ❞ in fact, he was trying to avoid people when he got himself in this situation. ❝ Wouldn’t it be weirder that an unknown man is seen leaving the premises but wasn’t seen getting in? Perhaps I should offer you my services so at least you have an explanation if inquired about it.  ❞ … He had no idea where he was at. Was it one of the Novosonian royal family’s proprieties outside their country? An embassy? The house of one of their connections? Either way it didn’t sound too good for him. It was downright trespassing (again).

[thecreepiestcarrie]

📍💛 𝔸'𝕂𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒 ℂ 𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 /// CATEGORY IS: AllStars6 winner-... I mean, CLASH OF THE PATTERNS⚔️

[trueshellz]

OMG I HAVE A IDEA can u do Osamu, kuroo, sakusa with a S/o who is drunk and when the haikyuu character tries to help her/ take care of her she’s like “I have a boyfriend” and acts defensive even tho he is her bf? (Idk if this makes sense but I think it’s so cute)

Thanks for the request babe! Totally makes sense, I promise.

Osamu

You were our celebrating your promotion with your work colleagues, unfortunately Osamu had to work late at his shop and couldn't make it for the beginning, only coming in near the end. Your friends had decided to start working their way through the cocktail menu and by the time he arrived you were pretty much away with with fairies.

"Babe, why did ya drink so much? Yer gonna be hungover as hell tomorrow."

Osamu sighed as he half carried and half manoeuvred you to the car. By the time he arrived, you were on your 12th drink and he had to grab you off the table and fling you over his shoulder before you started a dance party.

"Excuse me, you... are v'ry pretty...but I have a boyfriend. He's g'na kick your butt."

Osamu snorted as you pointed your finger in his face. Your eyes were closed as you walked and you were carrying your shoes in your hand. The jacket to your suit was slung over his arm as you both walked and he held your handbag in his hand. He couldn't help but laugh as he saw you now, this morning you had looked all put together as you left for work with your hair pinned up and suit pristine. While you looked gorgeous even now, the tidy professional had been replaced with a messy drunkard.

"Really now? Well, I just wanna make sure ya safe. I'll drive ya home to yer boyfriend. Okay?"

You sighed dreamily, leaning into him as you waved your arms around. "'Samu is so lovely. So handsome... he works so... so... hard too." You straightened and pointed your finger in his face, mood now fierce. "But! He's v'ry strong too. He used to be a volleyball player. I miss him wearing those shorts. His ass looked so good."

You held one hand up in front as if squeezing something and your boyfriend couldn't help but shake his head. He had to force himself not to laugh at your words as he put you in the car. Buckling you in, he cushioned your head on your discarded jacket and stroked your hair behind your ear. Your eyes had drifted closed, head lolling on the window as he drove you both back home. As the streets drove by, he could see you from he corner of his eyes. You looked so cute and peaceful propped up on the door and he couldn't help but reach over and caress you face.

As he peered over from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but smile at how fierce you defended yourself. He knew you'd never stray, you weren't the type to cheat on him. You were still mumbling about your 'boyfriend' in your drunken haze when you both got home.

As he tucked you into bed, placed some painkillers and a bottle of water on your cabinet. Removing your skirt and tights, he placed them in the wash before pulling down your bra and hanging it on the wardrobe. He knew you would complain in the morning about having wires poking you in the chest. As he climbed into bed, he felt your arms curl around him as you settled onto his chest, your hands patting his ass.

"So pretty 'Samu."

Kuroo

It was your birthday and you were our celebrating with your friends at a local bar. The whole thing had been a surprise, with a huge cake and the venue booked out for the whole night. Between the food and cake, you had drunk your body weight in alcohol while dancing with your friends.

"Tetsuro, come and take your girlfriend home. She's falling asleep."

Glancing at you, he saw your head flop onto the bar as you sat with girlfriends. The shoes you came in had now been discarded on the floor next to you and your hair was down from the ponytail you had put it in. He walked over and scooped you up bridal style.

"Put me down!"

Your words were accompanied by a smack on his arms as he put you into his car. Kuroo laughed as you tried to struggle out his grasp, wiggling to get out.

"My boyfriend is gonna beat you up."

"I'm sure he is kitten".

"Don't call me that. Let go of me!"

Shaking his head, Kuroo opened the back door and slowly put you in, trying his hardest not to smack your head on the roof of the vehicle. Something that proved difficult when you started to move around again.

Bending down and leaning on the door, he reached across and tied your seat belt.

"Look. Let me get you home safely and you can go see your boyfriend ok? I'll even call him now."

You held your pinky finger up to him. "Promise?"

He shook his head and matched his finger to yours, curling it and touching thumbs as you always did. "Promise." Watching as you nodded your head, he closed the door and drove you home, the journey itself was interesting as you kept shouting at him. Tell him he was going the wrong way (he wasn't), telling him you were hungry (he grabbed you some fries and chicken nuggets) and then telling him he was being a pervert for looking at you in the rear view mirror (which he totally was, obviously).

Parking the car and carrying you inside, he shook his head as you started stripping off between the front door and the bedroom, complaining it was too hot. As he trailed after you, he picked up your dress and bra from the floor and put them in the washing basket. Reaching the bedroom, he saw you flat on your face passed out asleep on the bed, looking adorable as hell.

"Baby."

You groaned at him, swatting him away.

Rummaging through his drawers, he grabbed a t shirt and held you up to pull it over your head. While you were hot now, he was well aware that you would be cold in the middle of the night, your feet often blocks of ice as you slept in bed.

Pulling the sheet down the bed around you, he put you in bed and climbed in after you. Immediately you latched onto him, arms and legs tangled with his almost pushing him off the bed.

"Baby, we're gonna fall out the bed."

"I love you Tetsu."

"Love you too kitten."

Sakusa

Sakusa wasn't fond of going out much, it was too loud and everyone was drunk. He didn't like being here and really wanted to go home but you had organised a party for him celebrating his win at Nationals and he didn't want to upset you.

Most of the night had been okay, you had invited a sufficient number of people and chosen a restaurant he approved of. The dress you wore was beautiful, something you had bought with him a few weeks ago. Looking over, he couldn't help but smile seeing how your face lit up when you waved across the room at him. He knew people looked at him odd, you were the opposite of him in every way. Where he was quiet and reserved, you were bubbly and cute, something he loved about you. No matter how you were feeling, you were always positive and smiling.

By the time it got to 1am, Sakusa realised that he hadn't seen you for a while. He had been sitting with his teammates, under your explicit instructions to socialise, but he couldn't see you anywhere. Excusing himself, he walked around to see you chugging champagne from the bottle as you sat in the corner of the bar, your bare feet were swinging and you had discarded your jacket.

"Honey, you're going to be sick."

"Mmm. Nope."

"Honey." He tried to reach over and take the bottle from you, knowing very well that you would be hungover as hell tomorrow. Champagne and you for some reason didn't end well.

"My boyfriend says it's ok."

For a second, Sakusa stopped and then realised what had happened.

"It's me, love. Kiyoomi. Your boyfriend."

You peered at him, eyes narrowed as you scanned him from head to toe. He looked like your boyfriend. Was dressed like your boyfriend. But why would he be here? Omi hated stuff like this.

"My Omi would never come here. He doesn't like places like this."

Shaking his head, he wiped his hand down his face and stepped closer to you. "Your Omi was forced to come here by his girlfriend. And unfortunately he has a huge soft spot for loud and pushy girlfriends."

You shook your head vehemently. "Nuh uh."

Sighing, Sakusa pried the bottle way from your hands and placed it on the bar away from you. Grabbing you by the hips, he tugged you down and picked up your shoes before helping you to the car. Kiyoomi hadn't drunk much, he didn't like the feeling of being out of control especially in public, so he knew he would be driving you both home.

Placing you in the car and driving you home, he helped you up the stairs and put you carefully on the sofa as he locked the doors and checked everything before opening the covers on the bed for you. When he returned back to the living room, you had fallen asleep with your head back.

"Tsk you're going to hurt your neck that way, love."

Picking you up bridal style, he placed you on the bed before having a quick shower. Not wanting to dirty the clean sheets, he took your tights and dress off before pulling one of your tops over your head. Taking your hair down, something that would annoy you otherwise, he turned off the lights and pulled you close.

"Omi..." You mumbled into his chest.

"Yes, love?"

"This guy tried to hit on me. But I told him I had a boyfriend. He left me alone after that." You nuzzled closer and Kiyoomi smiled as he thought back. "Bet he knew who you were. My strong boyfriend." You patted his chest lovingly.

"Good night love."

"Night night, Omi"

[firespirited]

A little after waking up today I had to scramble to find a specific cable for sis’ who’s heat-blanket cable is broken but we have the same model (it ended up being in the last place I looked because it always is) That meant going on the floor on a cushion with a torch and the grabbie to see what’s stored under the bed, it’s about 60cm (2 barbies high) of storage and chock full of my treasures from a few childhood toys to dvd boxsets and manga artbooks, my hair clip and jewelry collection that I don’t wear since I cut my hair short and got super sensitive to wearing anything against my skin that might rub or dig...

ok ok so no cable but lots more of the cardboard box hoard and this transparent container that I lost for a few years with my bratz precious bits!! I thought I’d purposefully given away this stuff to another collector because there was no way I’d be so meticulous about keeping it all and have it just vanish.

So that was a lovely surprise.

I took a photo of the bunny ears because I have no idea where that’s from, bratz bunny ears from various lines are plastic. I’m delighted to have found the bangles and mini cosmetics again. Bratz accessories were up there with rement for cuteness. I gave most of my bratz handbag collection to sis who had them pinned to a corkboard for several years as wall art because they’re intricately detailed.

There is an undescribable emotion attached to little things you know kid!you would have loved, finding a thing you thought was gone and had twinges about  and another one that’s close to “kawaii” that goes off when you see replicas of real life things but done tiny. all three together gave me a dopamine hit large enough to withstand some painful thoughts today.

Lily stuck around for the cable scramble, watched me eat then trotted off to mum’s bed (yes, she’s managed to trade footwarming services for sleeping on the boss’ bed..this was a no dogs on furniture woman until recently) around 11pm.

[opheliaarainn]

Enjoy xxx

Daddy’s Home?!

It’s been two blissful months since you met the man you have taken to be your Daddy. You find more and more of your free time is being spent over at his house, so much so that you have started to contemplate the idea of moving in with him. How do you bring this up though? Will Daddy be happy to have you there with him all the time? You are practically living there now; it would make sense wouldn’t it? You already have a key and Daddy lets you come and go as you please. You’re making yourself anxious, you are think you may be moving too fast, though is it too fast for you or too fast for Daddy. You are on your way there now after work; you have clothes there, a toothbrush and your essentials. You ask yourself why you are making yourself anxious. Daddy has spoken to you about voicing your opinions not bottling up your feelings; he would want you to ask him, but what if he says no? He’d want it too wouldn’t he? You’re almost there, soon you will be in his arms, he’ll be kissing you and everything will be alright, more than alright, soon you’ll be cumming again to his touch. You can’t wait.

You open the door with your key and walk inside, the house is quiet you notice straight away.

“Daddy, I’m home!” You find yourself exclaiming, as you begin to wonder if he is home. As you walk up the hallway past the office door you are grabbed from behind and lifted off of your feet, a strong arm around your waist and plucking you up. Your vision goes dark as a hood or bag is thrown over your head. You drop your handbag and begin to yell. You’re being carried inside the house then you are thrown and your landing is soft but you are disorientated as you can’t see and your body is flipped from perpendicular to horizontal and on to your front. You are pinned immediately your wrist grabbed and pulled behind your back you feel a familiar sensation of a handcuff locked around your wrist, as your other arm is pulled out from under you and cuffed too. You feel something being put over the hood on your head as it is lifted and pulled out and under whatever this new item is. You still can’t see even as the hood is removed you got flashes of light and you realise from the glimpses of cushions before everything went dark again, that you have been thrown onto the couch in the living room. You know now you are wearing a blindfold, a full blindfold with a cut out around your nose.

“Stop struggling little girl, it’s not going to help. Your Daddy isn’t here; he isn’t going to help you. You are mine now. Your Daddy owes me and he shares everything with me, which includes you and I am going to have you.” the voice is calm, deep and measured. You hear a belt being undone as you start to get your bearings. You notice now that you are wet and this unnerves you. You are on your belly the man is kneeling behind he is between your legs at your knees his hand is round your neck holding your head down into to cushions. Your skirt is half over your butt. Your head is lifted and the belt that was removed is now encircling your neck it is pulled snug but isn’t choking you. Not yet it isn’t you tell yourself. Large fingers are now stroking your pussy through your panties, you squirm to the touch you know you are warm and wet there and now he knows it too. You feel ashamed, your thoughts go to Daddy and you feel the fear and trepidation begin to rise in you as this man is arousing you with his caress. You bite your bottom lip and whimper as his fingers rub your clit through your panties the pressure is exquisite and you are throbbing beneath his touch. You are wetter now and your mind starts to swim. You are warring with yourself you want to push against his touch you want more, harder firmer, faster, but this is wrong. This is for Daddy not this man. Why am I being such a slut for this touch? Shame, fear but so, so turned on by this. His hand reaches under your tits and his fingers hook into the gaps between the buttons of your blouse, he yanks the garment apart, buttons popping as the blouse is torn open. He flips you over onto your back. He is so strong; he can do whatever he wants to you. Your life is in his hands.

Your bra is lifted up off of your tits he moves up your body now he is kneeling at your waist his knees at your shoulders. A vice like grip on both of your nipples as he takes them in his fingers and squeezes making you gasp and moan. He lets them go and lifts your head.

“Open your mouth little slut and don’t even think of biting me.” You immediately do as he says and your mind questions your actions. Then you feel it his cock touching your lips, this is your expertise, you know you’re such a good little cock sucker you’ll show him, please him, he’ll be happy, you’ll worship his cock and make his head swim . The voice in your head is yelling No at you but it is distant as you lips enclose this hard cock in your mouth and your tongue goes to work. He pushes deeper into your mouth filling you hitting your throat making you gag. You like this you’re getting wetter as this man is fucking your face. He pauses and then you go back to working on his cock, you’re kissing it, sucking on it taking its firm length deep into your mouth getting it slick and wet then back to being his willing little hole as he fucks your face again. Your panties are soaked and your pussy is craving attention your nipples are so hard he pauses again to let you do your job with your mouth. You find yourself whispering “Fuck me, fuck me please.”

He picks you up and pulls the belt round your neck he’s not choking you but you feel it taught around you. He’s behind you and you feel two hard downward slaps on your tits.

“You’re a hungry little slut aren’t you? No wonder your Daddy values you so much, I’ll enjoy using you often little slut. Be ready for me to take you anytime I want anywhere I want.” he growls into your ear.

You’re pulled down onto the couch on top of him. His hand gripping your right tit as he pulls your panties to the side you feel the cool air on your slick wet pussy then his fingers are there spreading your lips apart opening you up to his touch his fingers are on your throbbing clit, his hand moves to your thigh and pulls your leg you spread them to his touch giving him access. Your mind still warring with your actions, as he positions his cock against your pussy he is spreading your lips moving his cock up and down your pussy teasing your clit. You bite your lip again yearning to be filled with that hard cock, desperate to be fucked by this brutish man.

Then it’s there the tip of his cock is pushing its way inside you, your immediate wish is coming true as you feel your cunt envelope it. His hands are at your hips, and he thrusts all the way inside you and you gasp.

“This is what you want isn’t is you, little slut, used like the little fuck hole you are. Pretty little pleasure doll.” he whispers into your ear as he begins to bite it and starts to grip your hips tighter as his cock starts to fuck your tight little hole, so wet and warm and full now with his hard rampant shaft. You can’t help but agree with him. He takes one hand off of your hip and tightens the belt at your neck as he quickens his pace. You hook your feet inside his calves to get a bit more stability because you don’t want this fucking to stop it feels so good to have a firm cock filling you up and fucking you hard. It’s harder to breath now and your head is beginning to swim. You feel yourself being raised up as he lifts his hips and his cock leaves your pussy. You are flipped over onto your front your face on the cushions and your butt is now in the air. The belt controlling your head and your hands still controlled by the cuffs you picture your predicament in your mind and you feel your juices flowing as he slams his cock deep inside you from behind. He spanks your butt hard and grips your hip as he’s pulling on the belt tighter round your neck. This is how you like to be fucked deep, hard and frantically. You’re not going to be hurt you don’t need gentle you want to be fucked like this, feel the power and the desire, your body used to absorb this force and wanting, ready to take the release of a man who wants you and uses you to please himself. This is your purpose and your body is letting you know it with each deep thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You know he is getting close to you can tell by the increase in force you can hear his breathing, the heavy handed spanks making you gasp and moan. He reaches under your hip and now has his fingers rubbing your clit which sends you over the edge your cumming now and nothing can stop this and you’re cumming hard because this beast of a man is using you just right. Taking what he wants giving you what he needs to give you using you for your purpose, making you truly happy and your mind is swimming with the pleasures you are feeling. Then he slows and gets deliberate in his thrusts as you feel his cock convulse and pulse as his balls tighten and contract whilst his cum is propelled inside you. You are deliriously happy and start to cum again as each thrust makes contact with your round red butt then he collapses on top of you his cock still inside you the belt goes loose.

He is breathing hard beside you and the blindfold is lifted off of your face. You open your eyes and look to his face with a grin.

“Thank you Daddy, I love it when your beast comes to visit me.”

He kisses you, “You’re welcome Kitten.” He leans over to release your hands from the cuffs.

“I love you Babygirl I think you should move in here with me.” He says and you sigh and smile with contentment.

[boundinshallows]

Tommy/Alfie Inktober - Day 31

Summary: Day 31 - Ripe

Notes: This fic takes place late in my modern, always-a-girl!Tommy ‘verse. You don’t need to know anything about that to read this though. 

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Alfie leans against the doorframe, watching her flip through the contents of some file. It’s getting late, the sky all golden-pink and warming her pale, freckled skin. Tommi doesn’t notice him, just walks small circles next to her desk and shifts her weight from leg to leg.

While he’d had his reservations, there are perks to sharing an office space with her, particularly as she has a nose for trouble and a habit of not looking after herself. She cuts a stunning profile in a sleek black dress and those god-awful (but fucking sexy) shoes of hers, her hair a tangle of locks barely pinned back at this hour. He’d like to make a bigger mess of it, of her, but then he remembers the shoes and she doesn’t look after herself.

Carefully, he crosses her office to join her near the floor-to-ceiling windows. He winds himself around her, kissing her temple and inhaling the scent of her sweat and perfume. Other than baring her throat to him, there’s little to give him any indication that Tommi’s even picked up on his presence.

“S’late,” he says into her ear, nipping at her earlobe for good measure.

Tommi hums. “Very observant, Mr. Solomons.

“Ah, so you did notice. And yet you’re still here, yeah? And wearing those heels.”

She says nothing, and after several long moments, Alfie realizes that she’s not going to say anything to that.

Fuckin’ typical.

“Did you happen to get a notification on your mobile yesterday?” he asks, shifting tactics. “From the joint calendar?”

“Sounds familiar,” she answers, nose still shoved in the file. “Whatever it was, I snoozed it.”

Of course she fucking did. Tommi’s so used to getting her way at every turn that anything that might jeopardize said control gets swiftly denied, buried deep and unacknowledged. She’ll be the death of him on that count alone.

Sighing, Alfie takes out his mobile and pulls up the calendar in question. He slips it into her eyeline, blocking her view of the documents since she seems uninterested in directing her attention elsewhere.

The words DUE DATE—in all caps for Tommi’s benefit—are unmistakable.

“I know you’re doing all you bloody well can to ignore this,” he says, spreading his palm wide on her swollen belly. “But you have to accept that the baby might come before Thursday.”

Tommi finally looks at him, only to meet his gaze with a scowl.

“I’m not missing the Daniels meeting. I’ve spent far too much time to hand it over now.”

“I’m perfectly capable of negotiating, love. You may recall I was doing quite well before we started doing business together, yeah?”

“I’ll give birth in the fucking conference room if I have to.”

Alfie doesn’t doubt that, not in the slightest. He takes the folder from her hands and tosses it in the general direction of her desk. Before she protests too much, he pulls her along to the sofa in the corner and eases her down. She looks ready to murder him, and Alfie’s grateful that her handbag sits across the room.

Sitting on the other end, Alfie brings her feet to his lap and slips her shoes from her swollen feet. When he starts massaging her left arch, the response is immediate. The sigh and moan his hands elicit would put some of his better work between her thighs to shame. His pride might be a bit wounded if not for the fact that he’s managed to get her to relax for a moment; nothing matters so much as that just now.

“Nothing I say is going to keep you at home, is it?”

Tommi lifts her head up from the throw cushion. “You want me barefoot and pregnant at the flat, eh?”

Considering she wears eleven-centimeter heels and is twenty-four hours past her due date, yeah, he fucking does. Which, considering he’s let her run rough shod over everything since she pissed on that stick and decided to keep it, Alfie thinks isn’t such a big ask. And yet Tommi’s stubborn look tells him everything he needs to know. It’ll be compromise or nothing.

“Right then,” he sighs. “If I catch you here in those fuckin’ shoes tomorrow, I’ll be forced to take drastic measures. Flats only until the baby comes.”

Her head drops back to the cushion, and she smirks. “Yeah, we’ll see, won’t we?”

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End Note:

And that’s that, folks. This Inktober series is officially finished off. 31/31 prompts fulfilled! It only took about six extra months and a pandemic to make it happen.

My thanks to those of you who have stuck with me as this became a months-long endeavor and transformed into something I initially never intended it to be. I appreciate all the love this series of mostly unrelated, random-ass ficlets has received since October 2019. Every comment, like, and reblog has meant the world. I had a lot of fun trying out some ideas, inverting tropes, and creating things that will some day be proper standalone fics (I hope). 

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And good luck.

On your right, you will see a table and two chairs: one a dark mahogany, the other a pale white, both with fine leather cushions in their respective seats. The white chair's name is Daniel. For your own safety- and common courtesy, please refrain from referring to him by any other names or gender identities.

Daniel came to our attention a few years ago after his last owner- well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. His owner, Samantha Hargreave, received Daniel as a final gift from her dying grandmother. It Is unknown if they had a positive relationship, as while Daniel is a very nice and well-made chair, he did come with a caveat which soured the deal somewhat: his name is Daniel, and Samantha and must greet him as such every morning and night. Under no circumstances could she call him by any other name, and she must never fail to greet him. Grandmother Hargreave was reportedly very insistent on this matter. Samantha and the rest of her family dismissed this advice, as Grandmother Hargreave had been quote "a bit not right in the head for the last few years" end quote.

However, the next morning, when Samantha came downstairs to make breakfast and prepare for the day ahead, she felt a strange and unsettling aura emanating from the dining room. Though she tried to put it out of her mind, she couldn't help but feel that Daniel- who had received a prime position at the head of her dining table- was watching her, always lurking in the corner of her eye. When she sat on Daniel in order to eat her scrambled eggs, she felt pins and needles shoot up her spine. The eggs tasted like ash in her mouth, and her coffee was unusually bitter. The ominous energy grew and grew until she could hardly bear it, at which point, almost unaware that she was doing it at all, she swallowed a mouthful of eggs and mumbled "Good morning Daniel, you're very comfortable today."

The fog in her head lightened instantly and was replaced with a sense of brightness and satisfaction, which she likened to the sensation of "trying on a new top for the first time and finding that it fits perfectly." While Daniel was perfectly silent and still, as ever, she could swear that he felt satisfied, like a contented cat. She finished her breakfast- which suddenly tasted like the finest gourmet food- and left for work. 

The next morning she felt the same unpleasant atmosphere when she came downstairs- but this time, she walked right over to Daniel, patted his cushion, and said "good morning Daniel". The same lightening effect occurred instantly, and so this routine continued for the next two years of Samantha and Daniel's lives. It came to an abrupt stop when Samantha returned from a business trip which had kept her from home for a full week. Even before she got off the plane, she could feel a familiar sense of foreboding and resentment- Daniel was angry with her. He had been neglected and- as Samantha discovered when she got home, he had taken it out on her other possessions. Every item in her dining room had been smashed to pieces, including several antiques and all but one of the windows. The other chairs had gotten the worst of it, as they had first been smashed, and then burnt and their ashes scattered across the room.

Daniel hadn't moved an inch. Samantha approached him, standing where the table used to be, and said "did you do this?". The only response she received was a sudden wave of nausea and an urge to sit down. She asked again: "Did you do this?" The atmosphere darkened further, and Samantha knew why: she still hasn't said hello. But Samantha was understandably upset with Daniel, and so instead she huffed and turned to go to bed. From force of habit, she began to say "Goodnight Daniel", but she caught herself. A thought had occurred to her. She turned, looked at the chair, and said "Goodnight Josh". As she headed upstairs, she heard the final window shatter.

For some time after, Samantha began her mornings by standing in her dining room and eating her breakfast while staring at Daniel. When she was done, she picked up her handbag and said goodbye to Daniel, each time with a different name: Matthew, Chris, Arnold, and so on. Her house was becoming more and more dilapidated as each day passed and Daniel's rage grew, but Samantha found that the satisfaction of quote "getting one over on that stupid bloody chair" unquote was more than enough to make up for the ongoing destruction of her home. 

Then, one day, the person she was dating at the time insisted on dropping her home in their car. As they pulled up outside her house, Daniel caught a glimpse of them sitting in the car, and snapped. The seats beneath Samantha and her suitor burst into flames, and though the occupants were able to get away with only mild burns, Samantha had had enough. Leaving her date to stare at the car as it was engulfed in flames, Samantha stormed into the house and confronted Daniel with a barrage of insults, mocking the stitching of his cushion, the grain of his wood, the steadiness of his legs, and throughout she peppered in a number of different names. She could feel Daniel's rage growing as she ranted, but she didn't care. Finally, just as she was running out of ways she could insult Daniel, she had an idea. One that, in hindsight, she couldn't believe she hadn't had before: she looked at Daniel, smirked, and said “Goodnight, Danielle.”

The chair sitting at the table across from Daniel is named Samantha. While, unlike Daniel, she is a deep mahogany, it is expected that her colour will fade over the next few decades, until she looks almost identical to Daniel. 

The table between them has not expressed a desire to be referred to by any name or gender identity, though Museum staff regularly check to see if this has changed.

The Curator just thought that it looked a bit weird to have two chairs without a table.

Many patrons and Museum Staff have reported that the lighting in this room tends to put them in a nostalgic mood, reminding them of an event from their youth. If you are affected, you may experience the following symptoms. Your mind may be cast back to a trip your family took when you were young. Perhaps it was a camping trip, or maybe you were touring a foreign country. In particular, it may remind you of a night you didn’t realise you remembered with such clarity. It wasn’t a particularly memorable night, as you and your family stayed in your accommodation and had takeout for dinner. You may smile wistfully, looking back on this night as one of those pleasantly mundane events that don’t mean much in the moment, but are in hindsight the building blocks that make up a life well-lived. You may remember looking around at your family and feeling a kind of contentment that is increasingly hard to come by in this ever more complex and uncertain world. Your eye may be caught by something you didn’t expect to see: a man, sitting between your parents, whom you don’t remember being there. He is smiling and laughing at something your mother said, and as he does so he catches your eye and freezes. Everyone else looks around at what startled him so much, and when they see you they recoil in shock and fright. You can see in their eyes that they don’t recognise you- worse than that… they’re afraid of you. You look around at your family and realise that you are a stranger to these people, your mother backing away, your father angrily asking who you are, the man you don’t recognise is standing up, he’s walking towards you and as he gets closer and closer you see his face changing into something far more familiar and yet far more terrifying because the man is gone and now you’re staring into your own face, your own eyes, your own mouth whispering in a voice like honey and chocolate and coffee all at once “You don’t belong here anymore. They’re mine.” and he’s so close and he’s reaching out and-

Then the memory usually fades.

You also might not experience this. It’s different for different people.

Something about the lighting.

This is Ivan Ivanovich. As you can see, Ivan is a mannequin, similar to the crash test dummies commonly used to test car safety- though Ivan is somewhat more lifelike. He is largely made of metal, with skin made from synthetic leather, and he is clad in a bright orange space suit. As you may have gathered from his name and attire, he was created to test the Vostok spacecraft used in the Soviet Space program in the 1960s, and according to official records he made two successful trips into earth’s orbit in the year 1961. Interestingly, you can also see Ivan on display at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. You may be wondering “which of these is the original”. The answer, confoundingly, appears to be that they both are.

On the 25th of March 1961, the spacecraft Korabl-Sputnik  5 successfully launched, orbited the earth once, then made re-entry. On board was a veritable menagerie of small animals such as mice, rats, guinea pigs, lizards, bacteria, and a dog named Zvyozdochka- all of which were used for testing the effects of space travel on living creatures- and the mannequin dubbed Ivan Ivanovich. NOTE: Due to frequent requests from our patrons, we would like to add that none of these animals were harmed during the course of the flight. Please do not get upset, or register any complaints  to the museum regarding the mistreatment of animals. 

During re-entry, Ivan was- according to plan- ejected from the module with a parachute, after which he came to rest outside a village near the Ural Mountains, where he was briefly mistaken for a dead body by confused villagers before being retrieved. The main module, filled with adorable and lovely animals, safely landed elsewhere, and the animals all went on to live long and happy lives. The mission was declared a rousing success, and paved the way for Yuri Gagarin’s historic spaceflight just a few weeks later.

This is where we here at the museum come into the story. You see, the Museum’s staff play a rather more prominent role in this exhibit’s history than in most cases. This is very much by design, as part of our purpose here is to collect interesting or noteworthy objects and stories, and we pride ourselves in not being interesting or noteworthy. However, in this instance it is somewhat unavoidable. Because on the 27th of March, 1961, the Museum’s scanners picked up a transmission from just outside earth’s orbit. The transmission was, at first, a garbled combination of a russian choir singing and a man reciting a recipe for cabbage soup; these were the placeholder transmissions broadcast from Korabl-Sputnik 5, and would have been little more than a curiosity were it not for the fact that Korabl-Sputnik 5 and its cargo of precious animals were safely back in the custody of the USSR, and had been for some hours at this point. Our technicians assumed that there was some sort of error with their equipment, and were in the process of double checking their instruments when the signal cut out- and was replaced by the voice of a man, clearly panicking, begging for help in Russian. Still unsure of what exactly was going on, the technicians brought a translator to decipher the mysterious man’s words. The translator reported that the man was identifying himself as Ivan Ivanovich, and that he was claiming to be aboard Korabl-Sputnik 5. A Cosmonaut, he had been launched into space the previous day and had since lost contact with Soviet Space Command. He begged for help, claiming that something had gone wrong with the craft’s trajectory and it was uncontrollably spinning away into space. Though skeptical, the technicians did their due diligence, bringing the Museum’s Observatory online and directing it toward the signal’s origin. When they saw what appeared to be Korabl-Sputnik 5, the technicians immediately contacted Soviet Space Command.

The response, however, only served to make the situation even more complicated: the Soviets insisted that the Korabl-Sputnik 5 had made its re-entry successfully, that the vessel and its occupants were safely on solid ground, and that Ivan Ivanovich was most assuredly not a living person capable of making distress calls. Confounded, the technicians also contacted NASA and asked if they could offer any insight into the matter: this led to a rare instance of international harmony between the two superpowers, as representatives of both the USA and USSR came together to laugh at these silly foreigners, who seemed to believe that a dummy had magically come to life in outer space. Chagrined by this mockery, and nonetheless certain that action needed to be taken immediately, the technicians escalated this matter to the highest authority within the Museum.

After a brief conference call with the Museum's Curator, a joint operation between NASA and the Soviet Space Program was launched, with information shared between both nations leading to the creation of a craft capable of retrieving Ivan Ivanovich. The craft, manned by a select crew of Astronauts, Cosmonauts, and Museum Personnel, burned hard, on a tight timeline to catch up with the mysterious vessel before it got out of range. Throughout the hours-long journey the Museum staff on the ground were in constant contact with Ivan Ivanovich, who was equal parts grateful for the rescue and terrified that it might fail. Finally, just as the craft was about to cross the threshold into being irretrievable, the brave crew caught it and redirected it back toward earth. It safely made re-entry and was swiftly located by Museum Agents. 

But when the Agents opened the capsule, they were taken aback by what they saw within: an inanimate mannequin, with skin of synthetic leather, and bones of metal, clad in an orange flight suit. The various animals that had been sent up with the mannequin were… fine, and the agents each adopted a different one and gave it a very good home. The mannequin was identical in every way to the one that had touched down near the Ural Mountains two days prior- including in its silence. For a moment, back at the Museum, the Curator and technicians wondered if they had indeed been pranked. Then, a final transmission came through. It was very faint, almost lost in a sea of static, but recognisably the same voice from before, asking when the rescue would come. The Observatory’s telescopes were refocused, and they saw Korabl-Sputnik 5, now hopelessly out of reach, spinning away into the endless black. Though the image quality was poor, the operators of the telescope could just barely detect movement through one of the craft’s viewports. And just before the signal was lost forever, the Museum’s radio operators received a final message from Ivan Ivanovich. “I’m scared.”

The union between the USA and USSR collapsed almost immediately after this incident, as neither side could agree who would get custody of the specialised craft built for the mission. To save face, they agreed to never publicly admit to the collaboration, and the ship was dismantled and the plans destroyed. This left only the question of what to do with the duplicate Korabl-Sputnik 5 and Ivan Ivanovich. After some debate, it was decided that, quote, “it belongs in a museum” unquote.

Specifically, this one.

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[bestladyhacks]

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1-Codpiece

There’s no sensitive manner to position this, however, a codpiece is going in your crotch. Specifically in case you are of the male persuasion. Before the codpiece, guys’ hoses have been clearly open on the groin, protected with the aid of using a tunic or doublet. When models modified and shirts have become shorter the codpiece—essentially a pouch for hiding the genitalia—turned into created. Given the vicinity of the object in question, it possibly is going without announcing that codpieces quickly have become quite padded and every now and then even embellished to attract attention. Nowadays codpieces are commonly handiest visible on heavy steel musicians consisting of Alice Cooper, however, those add-ons absolutely deserve any other chance. They’re a laugh and functional. You may even use them to save small gadgets consisting of cash and handkerchiefs like a few guys did withinside the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.

2-Loincloth

If you’re into unfashionable style, you’ll simply love the loincloth. Loincloths have been one of the first sorts of garb, worn in Egypt from at least 3000 BCE. They are made with only an unmarried piece of fabric draped across the hips. Sweet and simple, and that they go along with everything! While the loincloth won’t be suitable for each occasion, it may truly make an excellent addition to your summertime season wardrobe (in lots of present-day styles and fabrics, of course).

3-Surcoat

If you want a layered appearance, the surcoat is for you. This outer garment, which originated withinside the thirteenth century, turned into worn with the aid of using each guy and woman. It may be sleeved or sleeveless. For guys, it turned into frequently worn-over armor. For women, it turned into a kind of massive cloak. At the flip of the 14th century, the massive-armhole appearance has become famous, frequently reduce all of the manners right all the way down to the hips to expose the garment underneath. It might be an excellent throw-on-and-pass piece to feature in any wardrobe.

4-Corset

The corset, a piece of writing of garb that shapes the waist (and every now and then the hips) and helps the bust, nonetheless enjoys a slight reputation in present-day times, particularly in wedding wear and opportunity style. Corset-like clothes may be traced all of the manner lower back to Minoan civilization withinside the Bronze Age, however, corsets, as we recognize them, didn’t come into style till approximately the fifteenth century. They have due to the fact that long passed thru many iterations. Although you can already see corsets on unique occasions, they might nonetheless be beneficial in ordinary life. Skip the food plan tablets and simply have a person lace you up simply tight.

5-Commode

You can also additionally handiest recognize the phrase “commode” as a euphemism for “toilet.” Clearly, it’s time to convey lower back the commode of the past due to the fifteenth and early sixteenth centuries—an impressive hairpiece made from cord framework that turned into protected in ribbon, starched linen, and lace. The completed product turned into acknowledged in France as a “frontage,” or tower. Forget hair extensions and teased-up Jersey-Shore-fashion hair, simply pass full-on tower.

6-Tippet

“Tippet” has clearly intended numerous various things withinside the style world, along with the lengthy blackhead headband nonetheless worn with the aid of using a few clergymen. But the great tippet (in my humble opinion), and the only one that merits a comeback, is the lengthy, slender fabric streamer worn as an armband above the elbow withinside the past due 14th century. These streamers hung gracefully to the knee or maybe to the ground. Imagine how first-class they might appearance flowing withinside the wind at the back of a bicycle. While now no longer very functional, the tippet may want to get dressed up in any outfit.

7-Cockade

Cockades have been knots or bows of ribbon that have been commonly worn pinned to hats. They got here into style withinside the 18th century, at the beginning simply as decoration. Later they have been used to expose association with a set consisting of a political birthday celebration or army unit, particularly in the course of the French Revolution. How excellent wouldn’t it be if gang participants sported ribboned hats as opposed to tattoos?

8-Bustle

The bustle is an age-vintage antidote for having inadequate junk withinside the trunk. This posterior padding, elegant withinside the past due 1800s, turned into worn over the lower back of the hips to form the skirt. Bustles may be made in lots of ways—a few have been formed steel or mesh, whilst others have been simply material padded with straw or horsehair. Eventually, they have been made as cord cages that connected to petticoats. While you can every now and then nonetheless see bustles on brides, the appearance is commonly finished with the aid of using surely draping and tying layers of material. But the bustle itself simply merits a 2d glance, and now no longer only for its dramatic bum-improving effect. A padded cushion tied around your waist all day may want to double as a cute transportable lumbar support, no?

9-Ruff

The ruff turned into a kind of ruffled collar famous in Europe withinside the sixteenth century. The first ruffs have been small and created with the aid of using the pull of a drawstring, however, the collars grew in length as they commenced to emerge as a trademark of wealth. Larger ruffs have been starched or supported with the aid of using cord frames. Indicators of wealth and standing nonetheless exist in style today, so it isn’t outdoor the world of opportunity for ruffs to make a comeback. Wouldn’t or not it’s excellent if Paris Hilton sported a massive ruff as opposed to a Louis Vuitton handbag?

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Fine Glitter Fabric Is The Top Choice For Backdrops And Shop Displays

Fine, sparkly, and smooth – glitter fabric is one of the best choices for adorning shop windows and for use as backdrops when you want that little extra shine and luxury. With a wonderful, soft, shiny drape and being more malleable, lighter, and thinner than classic chunky glitter fabrics, fine glitter fabric is ideal for those who want to embellish a large area. It is ideal for large projects like glitter backdrops, feature walls and attaching to mount boards for window displays, or for covering furniture and cushions.

Glitter is made up of a collection of tiny, reflective particles and it can come in a wide range of shapes and colors. The unique property of glitter is that it reflects light at different angles, which is what gives any surface covered in glitter its characteristic sparkle or shimmer. Although glitter is very much similar to sequins, confetti, or sparkles, it differs in the key aspect that it is somewhat smaller and therefore offers a more uniform look overall.

Glitter fabric is made with a glitter surface attached to a fabric backing and the use of glitter fabric stretches from home décor to personal fashion. It is also becoming quite popular to craft items out of glitter fabric as it is becoming more and more commonplace. It is now even becoming commonplace to decorate a home or office with glitter fabric wallpaper, which is eye-catching and can be seen as very modern and on-trend.

There are numerous types of glitter fabrics available and they differ in construction depending on what their intended use will be. Fine glitter fabric is made with a thinner backing than some other glitter fabrics, which allows it to drape into soft folds and pool on the floor if necessary. This makes it perfect for use on stage, where spools of fabric are usually needed to create a backdrop. It is often the material of choice for backdrops in clubs or intimate shows and can lend a sense of magic and wonder to any stage setup. 

Glitter fabric that is thin enough to be malleable and light also makes it highly suited to shop displays, where lightweight fabric can be used to brighten up and add sparkle to a shop window. The very nature of glitter means that it immediately captures attention and draws the eye, and will make for a very sparkly and interesting shop display when draped either as a backdrop or over furnishings in the area. 

Likewise, for anyone that wants to draw attention to a specific area, lightweight glitter fabric is one of the best ways to do so. It can be pinned to any type of mounting block, which means that you can cover as big or small an area as you wish, without having to permanently alter the mount. You can simply pin the fabric in place, and when you no longer wish to use it, unpin it and store it for use at a later stage again.

If you want to bring a little sparkle into your home, you can also opt for the fine glitter fabric. It is easy to work with, which means that even the most novice seamstress may find it within her abilities to construct some simple yet effective cushion covers. Particularly eye-catching on darker couches or beds, the addition of sparkly and glittery cushions can lighten up any room and bring a sense of fun and adventure to any setting. 

The applications of glitter fabric are so wide that it can be applied to anything from backdrops to hair bows, and it is becoming increasingly popular in mainstream homes and shop fronts as well.

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[fucking-hell-skarsgard]

Paradise - Chapter Four

SMUT WARNING!!! There are blowjobs ahead. You have been warned!

September 24th, 2016 - Westminster, London

Eva P.O.V.

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After teasing Bill with the underwear I got dressed and brought the lot. We ordered an Uber home as I wasn’t cramming into the tube with all the bags. We were taking off our shoes with Ragnar going between Bill and me when Katie came down the stairs with a wash basket.

“Ah, perfect timing. The laundry’s all done and I was about to head off.”

“Thank you, Katie. Was Ragnar good?”

“He was an angel as always.” Katie handed the basket off to me and slipped her shoes and jacket on. “Don’t forget dinner’s in the oven, you just need to turn it on. Also, I’ll be in late tomorrow, because of my appointment.”

“Yes. Thank you for reminding me.”

She put her handbag on her shoulder,“Well Enjoy your evening, I’ll see you both tomorrow before you go.”

Bill and I both said goodbye to her.

“I’m going to put the shopping in my room and change into something comfy. Do you want to pick a film?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Bill headed into the lounge while I went the opposite way with Ragnar at my heel. He lay on the floor by the bed in my room happy to watch me work. I packed away the gift for my family into one of my suitcases. I just about fit the stuff in there. The other things needed sorting and I could do that tomorrow. Due to Katie doing the washing both Bill and I had clean clothes. I took mine out the basket and put them straight into my other case. I left Bill’s in the basket and would put it in his room on my way back. I took off my dress and bra, leaving just my panties on. I chose to go for silk pyjamas, they were a lot cooler in this heat. They weren’t normal pyjamas, I made most of them in the style of the 1920s lounging suit. Elegant, chic and sexy. But most importantly so bloody comfortable. I had to change before we went out later anyway. I also needed to pick my outfit for later, I had one in mind but I wasn’t set on it yet. I called for Bill. It didn’t take him long to appear at my door.

“Yeah?”

I peered around the wardrobe, “Shirt for later. What colour would you like”

Bill joined me and flicked through the shirts. “Why have you got so many men’s shirts?”

“From work. Not the film work my other job. I use them for many things; dresses, I can tailor them to fit me or they make very good gifts.”

Bill pulled out three shirts, a white one, a black one and a grey pinstripe one. “I like these three. But what do I wear them with?”

I nibbled on my lip and tried to think. “Do you have smart trousers in your case?”

“Yeah black ones.”

“Okay, not the black then, you’d look too much like Roman.” I took the black off him and put it back in the wardrobe.

I took the shirts off him, “Can you get them, please. I have an idea.”

Bill nodded and went to grab them from his room. I grabbed a waistcoat out of the wardrobe and two skinny ties, one black and the other maroon. I laid the two shirts on the bed, the grey shirt got the maroon tie where the white shirt got the waistcoat and black tie. Bill came in and handed me his trousers. I laid them on the bed under the shirts.

“Okay, take your pick.”

“How fancy is the bar?”

“Pretty Fancy. A lot of Celebs go there cause it’s private.”

“I’ll go white with waistcoat, it’s a bit fancier. Will the shirt fit.”

“Try it on.”

Bill pulled his t-shirt over his head and slipped the shirt on. It looked good on him. I checked the collar and sleeves to see if they were okay.

“Is it alright?” he asked trying not to move.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. I might need to take it in a bit around the waist.”

“Can you do that?”

I rolled my eyes, “Did you just forget what my job is? It won’t take five minutes. Take it in the living room and I'll get my pins.”

He hooked the rest of the clothes over his arm and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you.”

I grabbed his t-shirt and got my sewing case from my office. Ragnar stayed in my office laying by the open door to the terrace. In the living room, Bill was flicking through the TV channels while still wearing the shirt but with the buttons undone. I placed my case on the table and put Bill’s t-shirt on the sofa next to him.

“Okay shirt off please.”

Bill smirked and stood, taking the shirt off, “If you wanted to undress me I wouldn’t mind.”

I put my hand on his bare chest. “Woah boy my pussy cannot take any more.”

He laughed. I turned the shirt inside out and handed it back to him. He slipped it over his broad shoulders.

“Okay, how do I do the buttons up?”

“You don’t silly.” I pulled out my fabric pen and slid it behind my ear, I took my pincushion out of its box and looped it around my wrist. I used the pins in between the buttons to shut the front. I sat down on the coffee table in front of him.

“Before you make any dick sucking jokes remember I have extremely sharp shears in my case.”

“My lips are sealed.”

I used the pins to take in the side of the shirt and the pen to mark new darts in the back. It only took a couple of minutes to do. Once I was finished I took the pins out of the front so Bill could slip it off.

“Why don’t you put the kettle on and grab something to nibble on, while I run this through the machine.”

Bill slipped his t-shirt back on and kissed me. “Okay. Then we’ll watch a movie.”

I took the shirt and my case back to my office. It took seconds for me tho thread the machine with the right cotton. I managed to sew Bill’s shirt and press the seams in under ten minutes. When I was finished I hung the shirt on Bill’s door. I checked on Ragnar the other side of my desk.

“You staying there bud?”

He lifted his head and looked at me, then laid back down. There was no way for him to get over the edge of the terrace so I knew he’d be safe. He didn’t really like heat. In LA the house has air conditioning vents in the floor and at the bottom of the wall. So if he got too hot he’d lay by the vents. In this apartment, the air con units are in the ceiling and only in the living room and dining room because the floor to ceiling windows don’t open.

In the living room, Bill had made me a nest. He’d propped cushions up in one corner for me. The tray on the table had two cups of coffee and my favourite biscuits from the cupboard.

I sat down in my corner putting my feet in his lap. “I see you raided my cupboards.”

“I was looking and found these. I love them so much and I couldn’t help it.”

“I know. I asked Katie to make sure we had some.”

“Thanks. Oh, I found Deadpool, I haven’t seen it yet. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s cool.”

We drank our coffee and demolished the packet of biscuits between us. When the sex scene started I watched Bill’s face. A slight flush spread up his cheekbones. Halfway through he shuffled around, stretching his legs out. I moved my feet out of the way. He accidentally knocked against my feet and I could feel he was semi-hard in his jeans.

~~~~~~~~~~

Bill POV

The movie was good from the beginning. The sex scene was a bit of a shock. It reminded me of Eva and me when we were filming atomic blonde. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Any moment long enough we were fucking. I could feel myself getting hard. I stretched my leg out and tried not to make it obvious. Eva's foot accidentally touched my crotch. She must have realised what she felt as she started rubbing me through my jeans with her foot.

“Are you okay… Sex scenes don’t normally make you hard.”

I coughed. “It reminded me of us during filming for atomic blonde. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”

She tilted her head back, exposing her neck. Just seeing her like that didn't help. When she was about to cum she always threw her head back exposing her neck for either bites or kisses, both tipped her over the edge.

“Oh, I remember that. The sex was fucking amazing.” Eva sighed.

“Do you remember the day in my trailer?”

She snorted, “Which one.”

“The one where you pinned me against the wall and went down on your knees.”

She got up, took her dressing gown off and straddled me. I rested my hands on her hips. She slowly started rocking against me. “You begged me to get you off. You were so worked up.”

I reset my head on the back of the sofa. “God baby you keep doing that I'm going to need you.”

She started trailing kisses down my neck. “My pussy is too sore to take any more. But I might get on my knees again. If you beg.”

I looked at her. Her pupils were blown. I knew she was enjoying this just as much as I was. “I need you please.”

She cockles her head to one side.“Hmm… not good enough.”

I tightened my hands on her hips. “Please touch me. Please, I need you.”

She removed my hands and climbed off my lap, onto the floor between my legs. She began to undo my jeans, I helped her get them off my legs. My boxers soon followed soon after. He dipped her head and started teasing me. I closed my eyes and relaxed at her touch. God, I had forgotten what heaven felt like.

I watched her bob up and down when I realised she was still fully clothed.

“Eva…”

She looked up at me not stopping.

“I want to feel you.”

She pulled away. She took her top off revealing her pert breasts and pierced nipples. She put her mouth back on my cock and kept looking up at me from beneath her lashes. I knew she liked being dominated, so did I. Most of the time we took it in turns. I guess it was one of the days where I was in charge.

I ran my fingertips across her shoulders following the pattern of her tattoo. I felt he shiver and she moaned around me. The vibrations felt so good. I thread one hand through her hair and lightly tugged on it waiting for her reaction. She moaned again and took me deeper. I held hair tighter, using it to control her movements.

She knew what she was doing, it didn't take me long to get close. I pulled her mouth off me.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me.”

She smirked up at me knowing that we were playing. “Yes, sir.”

I ran a finger across her cheek. She was turned on I could tell by the colour in her cheeks.

“I want you to swallow all of it.”

“Yes, sir.”

I didn't even have to pull her back to me. She carried on with new vigour. She knew just what to do to make me cum. All the small little things I like helped her finish me quicker. Some of her hair had escaped her bun, I brushed them away from her face. I could feel myself getting close. As per our rules, I let her know.

“I'm close.”

Hearing that she started sucking harder. She let go of me and took me all in her mouth, she used her fingers to run up and down my thighs.

I wanted to last longer but I couldn't. I felt my toes curl.

“Oh god.”

She tipped me over the edge.  I gripped onto her hair tighter as I came in her mouth. In after my orgasm passed she carried on sucking. It got too sensitive so I pulled her off me she smiled at me and wiped her chin.

“Better?”

“God I should punish you for that smart mouth.”

She stood using my legs for support. I heard her knees click in. I had forgotten that it most likely hurt her kneeling for that long.

She smiled down at me. “Keep that promise till later. Stay there I'll be back.”

I just closed my eyes and sunk into the sofa. All the stress from today had just melted away. Jacking off was always a good stress reliever, it turned into a brilliant one when it was a girls mouth getting you off.

I heard Eva come back around the sofa. I could feel her sit next to me. I watched her as she used a washcloth to clean me up. I twitched under her hand. She handed me my boxers off the floor and a pair of lounge pants from under her arm.

“They're mine but I'm sure they'll fit you. Do you want another coffee or beer?”

I pulled my boxers on, “Can I have tea please.”

Eva put her top back on and dressing gown over the top, she took the tray from the table and disappear into the kitchen. I put the trousers on and Eva was right, they did fit me. They were a hell lot more comfortable than jeans. Being with Eva for the last two days I feel like I'm living in a dream world. We get on really well, we live happily together like an old married couple. If Alida never messaged me again, I don't think I'd care. I had Eva back and that was all that mattered.

~~~~~~~~~~

Eva POV

After making tea I went back to Bill in the living room. The temperature had dropped and Ragnar lay by his feet. He skipped the film back to where we had stopped watching it. I sat next to Bill this time, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side. I grabbed a cushion and put it behind my back. We watched the rest of the movie snuggling on the sofa.

Once the movie was finished I checked the time it was just after half 4. Dinner would take 20 minutes to cook. Giving me plenty of time to have a bath and do some yoga before we had to leave.

Bill stretched. “So what's for dinner?”

“Katie made chicken margarita. And then I can make you some pasta but I'm having a salad.”

“I'm sorry chicken what?”

“Margarita. Like the pizza. Chicken breast stuffed with pesto covered in pasta and mozzarella.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“We can have dinner, then I'd like to have a bath and relax. You can do whatever you want.

“I can help with dinner.”

“Thanks, all that needs doing is pasta. You find something to watch I’ll get turn the oven on.”

I got everything ready in the kitchen; plates and cutlery, the pot for the pasta and the salad from the fridge. I felt arms wrap around my waist. Bill rested his head on my shoulder.

“Thank you for that.”

I shrugged, “I knew you’d never say no.”

Bill spun me around to face him. “I remember you telling me that kneeling hurts you. That’s why you don’t do it very often. So thank you.”

I gave him a quick kiss, “You can repay the favour later. Do you want to start the pasta.”

“I’m on it, chef.”

We talked about random things while preparing dinner. Bill mentioned that he was doing the Met Gala next year. I said I was thinking about going. He talked about his upcoming projects with such passion. When dinner was done we sat in the living room eating and watching shit on the telly. After lounging around till 5:30 we decided to move. Bill loaded the dishwasher while I started my bath.

I was laying with my back to the door so I didn’t see who came in. I thought it was Ragnar who had stayed with Bill. I sat up and looked over my shoulder. It wasn’t Ragnar it was Bill, standing in just his boxers. Without a word a slid forward. I saw his boxers get chucked on the pile of my clothes and felt him slid in behind me. Thankfully the bath was extra large, so both of us fit in the bath with no problem. I was 5 foot 10 and could lay flat along the bottom and my feet didn’t touch the end.

“So what time we leaving.”

“I was thinking about 9, it takes about 20 minutes to get there. I wanted some time alone together before my friends get there at 10.”

Bill was rubbing my shoulders easing out the knots. “Who’s going?”

“Some of the girls from uni and some people I’ve worked with. It’s not often we’re all in the same place at the same time anymore.”

“That’s cool.”

The warm bath relaxed my aching muscles and Bill’s chest made a good place to rest.

“What do you want to do while I’m getting ready?” I asked.

“I was thinking of taking Ragnar for a walk then get ready myself.”

“Thanks. He’ll like that.”

“Now relax and enjoy yourself.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Bill P.O.V.

It was 5 to Nine and Eva still wasn’t ready. I was lounging on her bed flicking through the TV waiting for her to come down from her dressing room. Ragnar was laying on the floor beside the bed, he was facing the door to the stairs knowing where his partner was. I checked my watch again.

“You know the uber will be here in a minute.” I hollered.

“There’s no need to shout.”

I turned and saw her, standing by the stairs. My heart stopped. I sat up and swung round to see her better. Shit, she looked beautiful, like a goddess. Her red curls were pinned to the back of her head but a few curls escaped their hold. She never did her makeup heavy and her lips were painted with a darker shade than her normal red. Her wine coloured velvet top matched her tiny handbag. A tight black skirt showed off her ample curves. On her feet she had heels on, the made her legs look even longer than they already were. She normally didn't wear heels because she was already quite tall. There weren't words to describe how gorgeous she looked. She stepped closer and did a little twirl. Her tights had a black seam running up the back disappearing up into her skirt.

She tilted her head and looked down at me. “So, so I look okay?”

I let out a shaky breath, “You look… perfect.”

She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You look good enough to fuck.”

I felt a lump stick in my throat. “Don’t tempt me. I’m using most of my restraint not to have you right now.”

She smirked at me, “Then I did a good job.”

Eva’s phone beeped in her hand. “Oh! Uber’s here.”

She patted Ragnar on the head and I left the TV on for him. She held my hand on the way down and all the time in the uber. We pulled out outside an older looking bar. Eva hugged the doorman and spoke to him quickly. We were quickly ushered in, our coats were checked and I followed downstairs. The place was practically empty. There was a few members of staff and a few other people. Eva ordered two drinks for us and took a seat in the back corner. There was a raised area with privacy screens and comfy chairs. There was quiet jazz playing from the speakers. Eva sat down in the corner so no one could see us. I sat next to her.

“Is it normally this quiet?”

“Oh no. It’s a private night, only a few exclusive people.”

A tall man that wasn’t the barman came over with our drinks. Eva squealed practically jumped at him, the man only had enough time to slid the tray on the table.

“Oh, Leo I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too darling.”

Eva pulled back and gestured to me. “Leo, this is my Bill.”

I stood and shook his hand, “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too Bill. It’s nice to finally meet the man from all her stories.”

All three of us sat down. Eva had ordered a beer and three glasses of whiskey. I didn’t know which was mine. Leo placed a whiskey in front of all of us and the beer in front of me.

Eva leaned over, “I started you easy. Remember you’re flying tomorrow afternoon.”

Leo lifted his glass. “Here’s to a fun and naughty night.”

We all clinked glasses. I had no idea what was going on. It was nice seeing Eva let her hair down. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw her drink more than a pint or glass of wine.

I saw Leo look at me, then back to Eva. “You’re a wicked woman. You didn’t tell him what was happening did you?”

Eva blushed and ducked her head. “I kept chickening out.”

Leo stood and patted my arm. “She’s a little meanie. We’re empty because the show doesn’t start till 10. I have work to do so I'll see you later.”

I turned to Eva “What show?”

Eva placed a hand on my leg. “A burlesque show and I'm in it.”

I looked at her gobsmacked. “What?”

She swallowed the rest of her whiskey and reached for mine. “During filming the last couple of months, do you remember those Friday and Saturday nights I was busy..”

“Yeah. I just thought you didn’t want to hang out with me because of that day.”

“I wasn’t upset at you I was performing.”

“Okay...”

“It’s not something new Bill. I’ve been doing it before I met you in Hemlock.”

A memory clicked into place. Landon had taken me to a bar one night where there was a cabaret act. We sat at the back of the club in the VIP section watching the acts. Some were humorous, others were on the edge of becoming porn. Landon had teased me, to this day, about how I had fallen for the tall, blonde girl in a red dress that night. She reminded me of Jessica Rabbit, all curves and able to captivate everyone in the room. Landon was convinced it was a man in exceptional drag, because of the height. Her performance wasn’t trashy or a comedy piece, she didn’t even take her clothes off. She stood in the middle of the black stage and sang in her beautiful velvet voice. I looked at Eva and it hit me.

“The girl at Ruby’s, in the red dress… that was you.”

“It's surprising what a blonde wig and tattoo cover can do.”

Eva looked at her lap and fiddle with her glass. I pulled her chin up to look at me. Normally Eva wasn’t shy, so something was worrying her.

“What’s wrong.”

She licked her lips. “I was worried that if you found out what I did, you’d think differently of me. Some people don’t like it.”

“Oh, you idiot.” I pulled her face to me and kissed her. I didn't care about the lipstick. It was urgent and needing, Eva pulling me closer. A cough broke us apart.

There was a petite blonde holding hands with a slightly taller brunette. We pulled apart, Eva went to hug the two women while I checked my face for lipstick. Surprisingly there wasn’t any and Eva’s lips were still perfect.

She sat back down next to me. “Bill, This is Sam and Caroline they were my roommates during Uni.”

The brunette Sam shook my hand the blonde just waved and his behind the other woman.

Eva leaned and whispered. “Before you ask, yes they are lesbians. And yes I was the third wheel.”

Caroline leaned forward. “So how long have you got?”

Eva checked her watch, “about five minutes.”

Sam sipped her pint. “The others are at the bar. They’ll be here soon”

As she said that three more people entered the VIP area. Eva hugged and kissed all of them. “Girls this is my Bill. Bill these three are Joanna, Jenna, and Sophie. I went to school with them over here.”

The girls all smiled at me and one waved. The barman came through with all their drinks. The girls were talking about the show. I looked at Eva, she was fiddling with her nails. I placed my hand over hers. She looked up at me I knew she was nervous.

“Everything's going to be fine.”

“Yeah, but what if you..”

I cut her off. “Eva you never normally worry this much. When do you ever care about what people think.”

“But it's not just anyone, it's you.”

Before I could answer she saw the time on my watch.

“Shit I better go.” She leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. “I have to go backstage, I'm sorry to leave you with the girls. Tom should be here soon will you be alright?”

I nodded. “I’ll be fine. Good luck.”

She smiled at me. “Thanks, babe.” Eva took her handbag and wandered out onto the floor with a wave goodbye.

Sam turned to face me. “Okay, now she's gone. You have got to tell us about the time you to meet. Eva won’t tell us the story.”

I chuckled. That woman was a bloody scaredy cat sometimes. All the girls moved closer to hear the story. “It was during a fitting for Hemlock Grove. I was getting changed and no one had told Eva I was in there. She walked in on my totally naked.”

All the girls fell about laughing.

“I now know that she’s normally fine with nudity. But she just totally froze for a minute, then began to panic. While she was panicking she smacked herself with the door.

Joanna, Jenna, and Sophie told me stories of her when she was in boarding school. She was a little smarty pants with a naughty streak. If any of the mean girls picked on anyone, Eva would secretly get the mean girls back. One of them she changed one girl's moisturizer to one with fake tan. She walked around looking like an orange for a week. Sam and Caroline met Eva after her accident when she had to restart the year. Caroline has a chronic illness too so they were roommates in the special unit. Eva wasn’t big on the drinking or partying, but she was one for pranking people. If she knew of anyone with a problem, she was their woman. She was a little hellraiser. With ten minutes to spare a man walked into our booth.

“Sorry, I’m later everyone.”

I didn’t recognise him till he got closer to me. Eva’s Tom wasn’t just a random bloke, it was Tom fucking Hiddleston. I should have realised, she had a picture of the two of them when he was in his Loki costume during the filming of Thor. Tom sat in the empty chair between me and Caroline. He turned and smiled at me.

He held his hand out to me,“So you must be the man Eva always talks about.”

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Balance on the Head of a Pin*

 Chapter Five

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC   |   Word Count: 5159

Warnings: Smut and fluff, swearing, Loki being Loki, NSFW 18+

Standing before the mirror in the bathroom, Lauren lifted her shirt and traced her fingers over the golden image now ingrained on her flesh. It caused her to shake a little, trembled all over with how swiftly everything had changed. She’d gone from a farce of a relationship with the God of Mischief to a deeply intense one with Loki in a heartbeat of time. It was everything she’d thought she’d never have, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it now that it had happened.

He was an intense individual. To suddenly become the focus of his piercing gaze was both thrilling and a bit terrifying.

Dropping her shirt, Lauren clenched her fingers into fists and set them on the grey granite countertop.

He did things to her on a whole new level.

The feelings she’d once held in her heart for George seemed like dust in the wind compared to the inferno which burned for the blue-eyed god.

The pendant he’d placed on her swung, caught the light, and thumped back against her chest when she stood from her bent position. He’d called it protective magic. Clearly, it to was more than it seemed, but he’d failed to tell her what that more was.

Touching it gently, she noticed it felt warm. Whether from her body heat or something else, magic maybe, she couldn’t say. It was heavy where it rested above her heart, but it didn’t pull at her neck like the diamond necklace had her mama forced her to wear for her engagement party to George. It matched the gaud awful solitaire he’d given her. Unlike the cushion cut gem in the antique gold setting of the ring which currently graced her hand, George’s choice had been cold even as it sparkled with fire.

She’d hated that ring. Perhaps she should have paid closer attention to her reaction to it from the first. Maybe she would have realized George wasn’t for her long before they’d gotten to the church. But, her parents and his had been pushing so hard for the wedding, and she’d genuinely thought herself in love with George.

He’d wooed her like a master, said all the right things, did all the right things, for so many years. How could she have been so stupidly blind? How could she have just dumbly followed along with everyone else’s plans?

These were all the same thoughts she’d had when she’d taken his horrible ring and used it to start a new life for herself in New York. It wasn’t an heirloom, and she was by no means giving it back. Not after what he’d done.

Alone and on her own for the first time, Lauren had quite literally lucked out, falling into the position of Tony’s assistant. She’d had no formal training, other than running errands and things for her mother, taking charge of charities and foundations and such.

The Iron Man had been on the phone, yelling as Tony was want to do, standing in the middle of Saks Fifth Avenue - a store she couldn’t possibly afford anymore, but she still enjoyed looking.  He’d been harping on about a gift for Pepper, asking someone named Nat what the hell he should get when Nat had been of no help. He’d snarled and hung up, and though at the time she had no idea who he was, Lauren had taken pity on the man who seemed so lost and offered her assistance.

She’d asked questions about Pepper’s likes and hobbies, her job and favourite colour, and had quickly narrowed Tony’s choices down to two different handbags, a Hermes scarf, and a Cartier bracelet. The man had bought all of it, setting Lauren gaping at the cost.

When he’d offered to take her for lunch as thanks for her assistance, Lauren had politely declined, not trusting a man she’d just met - who clearly had buckets of money - not to take advantage. She’d merely offered a kindness. There was no need to repay something freely given.

Before she could leave though, he’d asked how she’d known just what to get. Laughing, Lauren had quipped that no one was harder to manage than her mama. If she could survive running for that woman, she could do anything.

Three days later when she was still jobless, living in a tiny apartment, and the knock had come at the door, she’d opened it to find the same man standing on her threshold with a stunning strawberry blonde who’d quickly offered her a job as Tony’s personal assistant. There was no way Pepper believed Tony had picked out her gifts and demanded to know who'd helped.

Apparently, Lauren had wrangled the Iron Man a bit too well and wound up in her current position. Not that she didn’t love it, just, at times, it could be highly demanding. Still, she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. She loved all the people, the whole team.

Taking a deep breath, Lauren smoothed down her shirt, touched the pendant at her throat, and left the washroom. She’d needed the respite after her intense experience with Loki. A respite and a change of underwear.

The man had magic… well, everything. She’d never had an orgasm that powerful before. With George, she’d never had one at all, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t tried a little… self-stimulation over the years. Her very first one had been her first night in New York when the stress of moving, leaving it all behind and disobeying her parents had become too much.

At twenty-two, she had finally experienced what the fuss was about. How depressing was that?

Still, the fact Loki could kiss her and set her insides on fire was a little startling. She hadn’t known the way passion and love were described in cheesy romance novels could actually be real.

At the open door, Lauren paused to take him in.

He stood against the second-floor railing, looking out over the rolling hills and fields of the farm. Dark hair curled a little tighter than usual around his face thanks to the humidity. His eyes were the piercing blue of a summer sky. He was all sharp features and sinfully sculpted lips, and just ridiculously handsome.

Who in their right mind made a man that gorgeous?

And sweet, thorny Jesus, by the look of his arms and the breadth of his back and shoulders, she just knew the man was packing some serious muscle. She wondered if it came about from wielding a sword, or staff maybe.

He wasn’t built like Steve or Bucky. He was sleeker, like a panther. He even moved like one, all silent grace. She’d never seen him fight, but with how he’d used the dagger against George, it was wholly evident he could.

“You are staring, my sweet.”

She startled, blushed at getting caught, and walked out to join him. “Just admirnin’ the view.”

His hand found hers and tugged, bringing her right up against him, and fingertips traced her cheek, making her blush burn brighter.

“You blush so easily. It’s beautiful. Tell me what you admired.”

It wasn’t a question but a command, one she was inclined to disobey. “And inflate your ego some more? I don’t think so.”

“Ah, so it was me you were staring at. How fascinating.” He gave her a sly smile.

“You, sir, are gettin’ too big for your britches.” She shook her head, making her tail of hair swing as she leaned in and kissed him, a quick peck to the lips.

“I do not know what that means. Are you implying that I am thickening around the middle like your brother-in-law? I assure you that isn’t the case.” 

He sounded almost offended, and it made Lauren snicker. “Are you a body snob, Loki?”

“A what?”

She slid her hand up his chest and trailed her fingers along his throat. “If I was as big around as old man Jefferson’s prize winnin’ hog, would you still think I was beautiful?”

He blinked at her, narrowed his eyes, and he lowered his head. “This is a trick question I refuse to answer. Whatever I say will see me in trouble.”

She laughed softly, her smile big and wide. “Maybe it would have, but I still think you’re a body snob.” She winked at him and turned away, her hand clasped with his to tug him along. “Come on. I’ll show you the farm. You seemed interested in the horses last night when we talked.”

“I am not a snob,” he pouted. “I despise sloth. Your body is a temple which should be well cared for. Is that thinking so wrong?”

“Not all of us are born with the metabolism of a God, Loki.”

“It’s not about metabolism. It is about will and perseverance.” He took her hand and liked it back within the confines of his elbow. “When I was a child, Thor was the bigger of us. He excelled where I often had to work very hard. We differed only when it came to magic. There was my excellence while combat was his, but Asgardians are warriors. I wished to be as well.  So, I determined to be better. Stronger. Faster. I was jealous of my brother for whom it all came so easily.” He sighed and looked away. “My will was very strong, too strong. It led me down a dark path.”

“Loki…” She was stunned at his revelation. Drawing him to a stop, Lauren reached up and touched his cheek. Eyes full of shadowed regrets watched her from behind shuttered lids. “I’m sorry, peaches. I didn’t mean to draw up old hurts with my teasin’.”

He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Thor and I have settled our differences. We are brothers, blood or no, but… I have done some terrible things. Unforgivable things.”

She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Everyone deserves a second chance, elskan mín. You’re makin’ what you can right. Don’t let the demons of your past darken the brightness of your future.”

“Lauren.” He breathed her name like a prayer causing her blush to grow again.

Pressing up on her toes, she kissed him on the cheek. “You’re a good man.”

“Say it again.” His arm wrapped her waist and was unyielding. “Say it again, my love.”

She peered up at him, not quite understanding until his eyes drifted down to her pendant. “Elskan mín,” she murmured.

He swung her around, her back connecting with the solid wood of one of the columns before he ravaged her mouth. Moaning, Lauren clawed at his back and slung a leg around his hip when he settled against her. The hard, insistent length of his cock was pressed firmly to her core, and she ground herself against him.

He moaned, and the peppermint patty flavour of it washed into her mouth. His hand closed around her tail of hair and pulled her head back in a deep arch. Teeth scraped down the cords of her neck.

Lauren cried out quietly at the pleasure of such a touch.

“I never thought, never dreamed I’d find you, let alone have you be so perfect, elskan mín.”  He rocked into her.

A moan, low and wanton, escaped Lauren's lips. She clutched at him, her body on fire. Hot bolts of desire shot through her from his hips and mouth working in tandem. The rolling of his hips was slow, thorough, dragging over her with unrelenting insistence.

“Loki, please!” she whimpered. “Anyone could see…”

“Never!” he hissed, catching her hands and stretching them up over her head. Pinning her there, he traced his lips over her cheek. He kissed her nose, her lips, her chin before he rested his forehead on hers.

“I could take you right here, and no one would see that I did not wish to. Illusion is mine to wield as I choose. I could close us off from this world with a thought. I could bend you over the railing, my sweet, naked as the day you were born, make you sing out your pleasure at the top of your lungs as I repeatedly thrust into you, and no one would be the wiser.”

She shuddered with the visual it gave her, could almost see it reflected in his eyes. “Oh my…”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you, my wicked Valkyrie?” Mischief fired in his gaze, burning her, challenging her.

The imp on her shoulder fairly cackled with excitement. “Perhaps. But I have so little to compare my experience too. Are you certain you could make me sing?”

“You sang for me only minutes ago. Or have you forgotten already… Lauren?”

She smiled a cheeky grin. “I have a simply horrid memory… Loki.”

He chuckled. “Is this how you’ve managed to stay Tony’s assistant so long? Do you sass him as well?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Indeed I would.” He kissed her hard and let her go.

“And it’s not sassin’ if you do it right.”

“Oh? Do tell, darling. How does one sass correctly?”

“With sweetness, a smile, and a flutter of lashes,” she teased, demonstrating the move on him. “Why, Loki. I do declare, if you don’t get that sweet tush movin’, we’ll be ever so late for luncheon. You ain’t never gonna see the ponies if you keep draggin’ your feet.”

“You think I have a sweet tush?” He smirked wickedly at her.

“That tush is sexy as hell. Why do you think all us women walk behind you, peaches?” she quipped, sashaying away down the balcony.

“Freya’s bountiful tits, woman! You’re going to be the death of me.”

She burst out laughing and liked her hand through his elbow when he appeared at her side. “See? Sass done right.”

He bent at the waist with a courtly flourish. “I bow to the queen on this matter. My Valkyrie has sass down to an art-form. Perhaps you should use it on your family.”

“My mama is immune to my sass. It’s like her superpower. I swear she can smell it. Then it’s all, “Lauren Guillemin, don’t you sass your mama.””

“You need to be slightly more nasal in your mimicry,” he said, stroking his fingers over hers on his arm.

She chuckled softly. “Maybe.”

“Hm.” Loki hummed and assisted her down the stairs to the first floor, then down a second short flight into the grass. “Do all women of the South have such… enormous hair?”

She belted out another peal of laughter. “Some, certainly,” she managed to say once she’d regained control. “It isn’t uncommon.”

“I prefer yours.”

“Mine’s out of self-preservation. It curls somethin’ fierce in this humidity. Tyin' it back keeps me sane.” 

As they walked, she pointed out different points of interest on the plantation. The hedge maze at the back of the house with its walled rose garden. The pool and pool house. She took him around the gardens rather than through them so they could walk the lane the towering oaks lined, helping cut some of the heat with their shade.

The packed earth crunched slightly beneath their feet, and a horse whinnied in the distance. She paused with him at the top of the lane to look out over white fences, red barns, and dark wooden outbuildings. The vivid green of the land was dotted here and there with the colourful coats of many sleek horses, while a few spindly legged colts grazed at their mother’s sides.

Lauren smiled when she leaned into Loki, resting her head on his shoulder.  “I forget how beautiful it is until I come home again. It’s like seein’ it all for the first time every time I come back.”

“It really is quite lovely,” he said, but when she looked up at him, he was looking at her.

Her blush came back with a vengeance. “You keep bein’ that sweet, I’m never gonna need sugar ever again.”

He only smiled his patented Loki smirk.

Shaking her head, Lauren continued down the road, heading for the biggest of three barns. In one of the high fenced paddocks, a tall, deep red chestnut stallion bugled a challenge and charged the fence where an elderly, weathered man stood with his hands on his hips.

“You ornery ol’ cuss! Don’tcha be giv’n me that now, ya hear!” he snapped, slapping his cap against the wooden railing before jamming it back on his head.

Squealing in delight, Lauren pulled away from Loki to dart forward. “Teddy!”

He whipped around and grinned a wide smile which was missing several teeth. “Well, Lord have mercy! It’s Miss Lauren! C’mon, child. You give ol’ Teddy some sugar!” He held out his arms.

Lauren threw herself into them, placing a smacking kiss against his wrinkled cheek. “I missed you somethin’ fierce, Teddy!” She hugged him tight and pulled back to giggle at his twinkling dark eyes. “Did you get the gift I sent for your birthday?”

“I certainly did, lil’ miss! Though what I’m gonna do with them there fancy boots, I dun know.” He shook his head, grinning cheekily.

“You wear them, silly man! I know you’re sweet on Miss Abigail Swain. You take them shiny boots, and you deck yourself out in your finest, and you ask that woman to the town’s Fourth dance. That’s what you do with them boots!” she scolded him soundly.

“I just might do that, missy, I just might.” His eyes drifted past her shoulder. “And who be this ‘un?”

Lauren held out her hand for Loki. “Teddy, I’d like for you to meet my beau, Loki Laufeyson. Loki, this is Teddy, my very best guy.”

He blushed and dropped his chin. “Aw, go on wichya! You tease an ol’ man.” He swept the hat from his head and held out his hand. “I’m ver’a pleased to meet ya. The missy here talks about you somethin’ fierce in her letters. All starry-eyed she is for the Mischief God. Didn’t realize you was sweet on her, too.”

“Teddy!” Lauren squealed, her face flaming red.

Loki grinned slyly at her as he shook the heavily calloused hand of Teddy. “You wrote of me, darling?”

“Oh, fer sure, fer sure.” Teddy nodded, grinning at her as well. “One could say… gushed.”

“Teddy so help me, if you don’t stop teasin’ I’m gonna replace all the hooch in your cabin with water!”

He gasped. “Ye wouldn’t! Why, that’s cruel of you, miss thing! Threatenin’ a man’s relaxin’ time.”

“I see my Valkyrie has always been inclined toward mischief. I will have to recruit you into my escapades when we return to New York.” Loki settled his hand on her back, but his eyes had drifted to the snorting horse glaring at them from behind the tall fence. “It seems you have a spirited one here.”

“Bah! That one’s a whole bucket o’ nasty. Ornery cuss. Inclined to bite and kick, but his daddy made this farm a heap of money at stud. Could run like the wind he could. This ‘un, too, has it in ‘im. Can’t get a rider on ‘im though. Mean as a snake, he is.”

“He’s not mean. Just a wild thing,” Lauren said, moving toward the fence. “Ain’t that right, Dragon?” Passing her hand through the rails, she held out her palm for him.

He trotted over, eyes bright and head held high to nudge her fingers. She caressed his velvet soft muzzle and smiled at the beautiful horse.

“Well, shoot. Here I’d dun gone and figured he’d be all hoyty-toyty wichya bein’ gone as long as you was. Damn horse turns me into a liar.” Huffing, Teddy slammed the beaten hat back on his balding head.

“Teddy’s the breedin' manager here for our thoroughbreds,” Lauren explained when Loki sidled closer. “He knows everythin' there is to know about our horses, but he and Dragon have never gotten on.”

“Fits his name, that one do,” Teddy groused. “Only one capable of handlin’ the cur was Miss Lauren.”

Dragon squealed and kicked out at the fence, pinning his ears at Loki.

“Oh, I do not think you wish to do that, my spirited friend,” Loki smirked an excited grin when the horse snapped his teeth together. “So, that is how it shall be.”

He was over the fence, and in the pen faster than Lauren could say ‘Bob’s your uncle,’ startling Dragon into rushing away. She gasped in shock and not a little appreciation when, once his feet hit the earth, she realized he’d changed his clothes.

Gone where the linen pants and polo shirt, replaced by tight black breeks and knee-high boots of scuffed, well-worn leather. A tunic swung at Loki's hips, a broad belt of highly engraved leather surrounded his waist. He pushed back the sleeves of the dark green tunic, the ties of which crisscrossed at his throat, weaved loosely halfway down his chest, and hung just slightly open, giving her a glimpse of thick muscle which gleamed a soft bronze.

“Merciful Jesus…” Teddy breathed in amazement.

Lauren seconded the sentiment, but not because the magic amazed her. No. She’d darn near swallowed her tongue to hold in a whimper. If she’d thought his tush sexy before, it was nothing when compared with the sculpted thighs showcased in his skin-tight pants.

“Loki? What are you doin’?” she asked when she finally managed to get her voice to work.

“Making friends, darling.” 

His chuckle was deep and heady. It shot a small jolt straight to her womb, and she almost groaned.

God and steed eyed each other. One calm and relaxed, the other tightly wound. Dragon broke first when he bellowed in anger and charged.

Gasping, Lauren’s hand flew to her throat.

Green light flashed in Loki’s fist. Where once there was nothing, now hung a bridle. The leather a deep brown, the metal an aged bronze, the bit highly polished silver. The horse reared up and pawed at the air, but Loki stood immovable. When Dragon dropped to his feet, Lauren never even saw Loki move, but the bridle was suddenly on Dragon’s head, and the God was in a saddle of the same kind, high on the back of the shocked looking stallion.

“Now, will you behave?” Loki asked, causing the horse’s ears to twist back.

Dragon snorted, tucked his head, rounded his back and bucked.

Loki didn’t jerk or yank on the reins. He didn’t bang the bit against Dragon’s mouth. Just quietly sat out the tantrum like he was glued to the saddle.

It was so, so freaking hot, Lauren had to pant a little and grab for the rail so as not to collapse into a puddle. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Wow be right, missy,” Teddy said beside her, eyes big and round. “That man's got a seat on him.”

He certainly does. Lauren bit her lip so as not to blush. Teddy might have been talking Loki’s horseman skills, but she certainly wasn’t. The man had a seriously fine ass.

“That’s enough now. You’ve proved your point. You can be proud without being a brat about it.” The God of Mischief’s voice was implacable, and Dragon stopped, head down and blowing. Gently, Loki gathered the reins and sent the horse through his paces. It took less than a half dozen circuits of the paddock for Dragon to be answering rein and leg cues like an old pro.

A smugly satisfied smile graced Loki’s face when he swung from Dragon’s back. He patted the horse’s shoulder and neck and flicked his hand, vanishing the tack.

The stallion shook all over making him chuckle as he held out a bright red apple Dragon took without hesitation. The horse was munching happily, following Loki like a puppy when the Asgardian made his way back to the fence.

Clearing her throat, Lauren’s voice was a touch raspy when she asked, “Have fun?” But her brain stalled when she noticed the gleam on his throat and chest. Again she had to bite her cheek so as not to whimper. The exertion was just enough to make him sweat.

“It was most invigorating. He should behave better now, though, whether you get another rider on him will remain to be seen.”

Loki swung over the fence, and she held her breath. When he landed, still garbed in his riding gear, she grabbed him by the hand.

“See you later, Teddy.”

“Yah, y'all go on now.” Teddy chuckled, eyes alight with a knowing gleam when he turned them her way.

Lauren blushed but continued to drag Loki toward the barn, her feet clumsy in her haste.

“Lauren?”

She couldn’t speak, not yet, not if she didn’t want to climb him publicly. It had worked earlier, rather well, so she said simply, “Not yet.”

He fell into silence, and she hurried into the barn’s shadowed interior. This time of morning it was empty, just the way she wanted it. Turning right, she opened the door to the tack room, thrust Loki through it, and shut it firmly at her back.

His eyes were confused, a frown furrowing his brow. He stood, hip cocked and arms crossed over his chest, the overhead light causing the sweat on his skin to glisten.

“Fuck it!” she hissed and threw herself at him.

Lauren's arms went around his neck as her body slammed full force into Loki's. She thrust her hands into his hair while sealing their mouths together on a wanton moan. Licking his lips, she begged entrance, and delved deep when he granted her wish.

Twisting her tongue around his, she stroked it, coaxed it into following hers, sucking on it when it swept into her mouth. She’d shocked him into temporary stillness, but when his brain kicked back in, she found herself lifted up to straddle one of the flat racing saddles.

She tugged on his hair and moaned. Then, arching his throat back, she sucked on his Adam’s apple, his moan like music to her. She drew one hand down his throat to the ties of his tunic, jerked the lacing free, leaned forward, and licked a line straight up his sternum. Fire exploded on her taste buds.

“My God! Why do you always taste so good?” she groaned against him, flicking her tongue over his exposed skin.

He jerked her head up and took her mouth. Kissed, licked, and nipped her lips, driving her wild. His hands were everywhere. Caressing her back. Clutching her shoulders. Kneading her breasts. Stroking her thighs. When his fingers delved beneath the hem of her flowing green top and sank down the front of her pants, Lauren could only whine in surprised pleasure.

His lips left hers and skimmed back to her ear where he whispered, “You seem to be in need, my Valkyrie. Is Valhalla calling? Do you need to see it a second time?”

Rocking into the fingers sliding through her folds, Lauren begged, “Please, please, Loki!”

“What has you so aroused, my love? The taming of a wild creature?”

His finger skidded over her clit. “Ah! … clothes…” she managed to breathe out. “You look… so sexy…”

She felt herself being dragged forward, so she was barely perched on the saddle. Legs parted, dangling, unable to reach the ground, she was held there by the strength of his hands alone and gripped his shirt and the back of his neck. Lauren shivered. The delicious burn from before was growing in her belly again. When his finger began to circle, she tipped her head back and cried out.

“So, you like my garments enough to drag me into the closest room and have your way with me? I must remember that, darling.”

His laughter was dark, sensual. It skated across her skin like velvet. Unable to answer his teasing, she wrapped her legs at his waist, shifted her hands to the saddle tree behind her, and arched into his fingers.

The zipper tore as her fly came open from the sudden wrenching removal of Loki’s hand.

Gasping in disappointment, she looked down the arch of her torso, breasts thrust up, and found a hungry wolf staring back. The man before her had never looked more like a conquering war god then he did right this instant.

“Please,” she whispered, the ache inside her stronger than the last time.

“Would you seek to take what I offer freely?” His eyes appeared green with his change of attire, glowing with lust and warning. He wanted her to obey him, allow him to lead. It irritated him she’d tried to rush things. She could see it all so clearly in that piercing gaze.

Slowly, Lauren lowered her butt back to the saddle, and unlocked her legs from his hips. But when she tried to move her hands, bring them back around to touch him, she found them bound together at her back and looked at him curiously.

“Good girls get to touch, to taste. Naughty girls get their hands tied.”

Her nerves must have shown on her face for he leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was a lingering kiss, one that saw her relaxing into his mouth.

“There, my sweet. Nothing to fear. Only small games and great pleasure,” Loki murmured against her lips. “Now.” His fingers skimmed up her thigh. “Let me please you, elskan mín.”

Then they were again delving within the confines of her underwear, stroking over her mound and curls, tracing her core with extreme care. It made her sigh and arch back, her throat straining to contain her cry of delight. Teeth closed over her pulse, sucked and licked. A fingertip pressed between her lips and circled her swollen jewel.

He scooted her forward again, keeping her dangling, fingers stroking, stroking, stroking. The burn in her belly was growing, and Lauren shuddered. 

“Please, oh, please! I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.”

“Such a pretty mouth,” he said, passing his lips over hers. “You are a treasure. Beg for me?”

“Please, Loki. Please let me come!”

“Oh, darling! How delectable. You will end me with how perfect you are. Elskan mín, come for me.” His fingers slid inside her and thrust up only once.

Her core clenched and squeezed around his fingers, and Lauren moaned. Her mind went white as pleasure unimaginable rent her from her body into a state of total bliss. Ecstasy burned every nerve inside her, and all the while his gentle touch continued to pet and stroke.

When the throbbing orgasm finally slowed, she slumped over and leaned against Loki.

“That’s two, my sweet.”

His tone was smug, his smile content, but all Lauren could think was, "How will I survive six more rounds?" And if he could do all this with only his hands, how would she ever survive actually sleeping with him?

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The Best iPhone 11 Pro Cases to Protect the Smallest iPhone

Apple’s iPhone 11 range is the pinnacle of everything iPhone. The iPhone 11 Pro represents the perfect balance of size, power, and style. It’s just as powerful as the larger iPhone 11 Pro Max and uses the same triple-lens camera to take amazing pictures — but it’s also a lot smaller, and you can easily hold it in a single hand. It is beautiful, too, with a slim build, bezel-less display, and sleek glass body.

You can see where this is headed, though. After all, glass is glass, and a shattered iPhone is a depressingly common sight. Don’t let your iPhone 11 Pro become another statistic — slap on a protective case to keep it safe. We’ve gathered some of the best iPhone 11 Pro cases to keep your iPhone protected against the elements and mishaps.

Our top picks

Lifeproof Flip Wallet Case

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Stepping up protection to the highest level doesn’t mean sacrificing utility, and in the case of Lifeproof’s Flip wallet case, you can retain some style, too. The Flip brings you Lifeproof’s renowned protection, with its thick rubber encasement enveloping your iPhone 11 Pro in its shock-absorbing layers. In front, the case edges rise up over the screen a good bit, so you don’t have to worry as much about shattered screens, and in back, you’ll find a flip-out cardholder that is magnetized shut and easy to open.

Gear 4 Holborn

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Striking a nice balance between protection and style, Gear 4’s Holborn case is a great option for fans of harder cases. It slips on easily and the two-tone color scheme comes in a few pleasing tones to match your personality and set your phone apart from the rest. It’s a slightly pricier case but is claimed to offer drop protection of up to 13 feet thanks to a combination of D30 (found in helmets, knee guards, and running shoes) and polycarbonate materials. It can also be charged wirelessly. The only minor drawback is slightly mushy key depresses; we’ve seen better button implementations on even thicker cases.

Moshi Overture

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If you’re looking for a more traditional wallet aesthetic, Moshi has you covered with the Overture. A case comprised of two separate, magnetically attached pieces, the bifold exterior is made from vegan leather with a soft, puffy exterior to protect your precious iPhone when the case is folded up. The inner side of this shell houses multiple card slots, and the iPhone itself is encased in a separate form-fitting case. This has a nice bit of magnetism holding it to the outer shell; you won’t often be accidentally removing it from the case. The Overture case is a little bulky with the wallet attachment, so it’s super convenient to be able to detach easily.

Moshi Altra Snapto

Some cases you’re just going to want for the style, and though the Altra by Moshi offers decent protection, it’s the looks that will first catch your eye. Even just from the looks, you can tell there’s a bit more utility to this case. Not only does it come with a removable strap, but it’s also compatible with Moshi’s SnapTo mounting system. Sold separately, this peripheral works with several Moshi cases built for it. As is the case with all of them, you just need to pop in the magnets that come with the mount and you can easily mount and dismount your phone in the car with just a tap or pull. The magnetism is plenty strong to hold your newer, heavier iPhone, so no worries here. The unique patterns of woven cloth and responsive buttons on the Altra are just icing on the case.

Smartish Wallet Slayer Vol. 1

Wallet cases are all the rage, but if you like a more traditional case look with your wallet case, Smartish has the one for you. The Wallet Slayer is a simple case that offers some good protection along with a cardholder in back. This bit does the job well, holding in cards or money with a flexible protrusion on the inside. You’ll also notice a vertical skeleton of sorts running top to bottom inside the case, creating some air pockets and cushioning for the back of the phone. Together with the added layer from the cardholder portion, this silicone case offers a good deal of shock absorption, while keeping things simple and sweet, just like this description.

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Ekster Wallet Case

With a luxurious leather exterior and storage space for a credit card, cash, and a spare SIM card this is a great case for people who love to travel light. There’s a soft microfiber lining inside to cushion your iPhone 11 Pro, extended edges to safeguard the screen and camera lenses, and you can still use Apple Pay with the case on. The pocket on the back will take a card, you can hide cash inside, and there are even inside slots for an extra SIM card and a SIM card removal tool or reset pin. It comes in brown, black, red, or green.

Totallee Thin Case

Simply the best option for those who prefer a minimal covering for their iPhone 11 Pro, Totallee has a range of ultra-thin cases now in various colors. These cases are so thin that they don’t really alter the profile and feel of your iPhone very much, but that also means they can only offer basic protection. The fit is like a second skin and while there’s no raised lip around the screen, there is a raised ring around the camera cutout to help protect the lenses. It comes in clear, solid black, frosted clear, frosted black, red, navy blue, or green.

Woolnut Leather Case

Luxurious leather is a great material for an iPhone case because it’s durable, it’s warm and comfortable to hold, and it looks great. Woolnut’s cases are crafted from vegetable-tanned full-grain leather from Scandinavia. There’s a lining of natural wool microfiber inside that’s super soft to cushion your iPhone 11 Pro. There are accurate button covers and cutouts, including an open section at the bottom which ensures you can plug cables in easily, and it won’t interfere with wireless charging. It’s relatively slim, but it enhances grip and covers all the corners to provide some drop protection. The leather should develop its own patina as it ages. This case comes in black, brown, or green.

Skech Matrix

The iPhone 11 Pro is an astonishingly beautiful phone, and you shouldn’t hide it behind a big, bulky case. Skech’s Matrix is a completely clear case that allows you to show off your iPhone’s style to the world, complemented by the additional honeycomb pattern. It’s tough too, and Skech boasts the Matrix case has passed high-grade drop tests. It also comes with a raised bezel for additional protection, button covers, and uses a coating that resists yellowing. It’s simple protection, but it’s effective — though the $35 price may give you pause.

Incipio NGP Pure

Incipio has a strong pedigree for protection, and the NGP Pure line is one of its best translucent options for protection. It’s made from Incipio’s shock, tear, and stretch-resistant Flex20 material, so it’ll provide good protection against drops, bumps, and scratches. That’s impressive considering how thin it is, with Incipio claiming the NGP Pure offers up to 5 feet (1.5 meters) of drop protection. The material is soft and grippy, lending yet more drop protection, and it has an attractive, minimalist design. We’ve highlighted the bold red option, but if that color doesn’t excite you, there are also clear, sea blue, blue haven, and black colors to choose from.

Griffin Survivor Endurance

Want protection? Griffin’s got protection. The Survivor Endurance is just as hardy as its name suggests, providing excellent all-around protection paired with a design that’s relatively slim and lightweight. It uses Griffin’s FortiCore technology along the bumper to provide excellent shock protection that Griffin claims is proof against 10-foot (3-meter) drops directly onto concrete, making it one of the most protective cases around. That protection is reinforced with a pebbled texture along the outside of the bumper that boosts grip. It’s slim and light despite all the protection, which makes it an excellent choice for daily use. It won’t be the choice for the stylish though, as the Survivor Endurance is very much a rugged case with a rugged design — but if you can live with the lack of style, it’s a great case.

Case-Mate Karat (Mother of Pearl)

Slim, stylish, and oh-so glittery, Case-Mate’s Karat (Mother of Pearl) case is the protective choice for anyone who wants to immediately wow with their phone. Inspired by the Lucite handbags of the 1950s, the case uses genuine pieces of pearl and sterling silver encased in resin to give your phone a style that’ll stop admirers dead in their tracks. It’s got brawn to back up that beauty too, with 10 feet (3 meters) of drop protection, flexible sides for grip, and metallic buttons. It even works with wireless charging. Beauty comes at a price though, and this case will set you back a staggering $50 — but that price does include a lifetime warranty, which makes the investment a lot easier to stomach.

Rhinoshield CrashGuard NX

The Rhinoshield CrashGuard NX has been a crowd-favorite case over the past few years due to its unique and minimal bumper design. Unlike a typical case that covers the sides and back, the CrashGuard NX features a durable yet flexible rubber bumper that only surrounds the edges of your device. The protrusion of the bumper paired with the inner honeycomb structure help absorb impact from drops up to 11 feet (3.4 meters), allowing you to see and feel the premium matte finish of the iPhone 11 Pro without sacrificing the protection. Better yet, CrashGuard NX cases are fully customizable, so you can change the color of the bumper, the rims, and even the buttons at an extra cost.

Ghostek Atomic Slim3

While Ghostek isn’t one of the biggest names around, it should be with cases this good. The Atomic Slim3 (“Slim 3”, not “slime”) is a strong, slim case that looks fit to stand up against almost anything you can throw at it. It uses a range of materials to achieve this protection, combining an inner TPU liner with a hard polycarbonate back panel and finished off with a tough aluminum metal frame. Ghostek claims the case offers drop protection of up to an amazing 12 feet (3.6 meters), while a raised bezel protects still further. It’s completely compatible with wireless charging, and it’s not a bad price for a case this protective. While it is slim, it definitely adds more bulk than your standard gel case though, so be aware of that.

VRS Designs Damda Glide Shield Gradient

Cases don’t just have to add protection and style — they can also add extra features. This stylish case from VRS Designs isn’t just protective, it also adds some extra functionality to your phone. The protective shell of TPU and polycarbonate doesn’t only offer protection against drops, bumps, and scratches, it also contains a compartment accessed through a sliding back panel. Here you’ll find space for up to two cards and some spare cash. It’s not exactly hidden though, thanks to the translucent design. Still, it’s handy if you’re planning on leaving your wallet at home, and when combined with the strong protection on offer, it’s a great prospect. It is expensive for what it is though.

Snakehive Vintage Bottle Green Leather Wallet

If you’re looking for luxury, then there are few cases better than a leather wallet case. While there are many such cases on the market, few make them as well as Snakehive. Made from full-grain European cowhide nubuck leather, this bottle green vintage wallet case feels great in the hand and looks even better. While leather isn’t as rugged as other more protective materials, it’ll still protect well against a variety of threats. A magnetic clasp keeps it closed, and the inner section of the front cover contains space for up to three credit cards and some extra cash. At $37 it’s also fairly cheap for genuine leather, so there are no complaints about pricing.

Ringke Fusion-X

Another name with a fantastic pedigree, Ringke’s Fusion-X case is one of the most well known and noticeable designs around. Of course, that unique style may not be to your design, but the case’s strengths outweigh its odd looks in our minds. It’s made from a clear polycarbonate backplate with a TPU bumper, offering a great combination of shock and scratch-resistance, while also offering a clear window to your device. The Fusion-X case has also passed the MIL-STD 810G – 516.6 Certified Military Grade Drop Protection standard for drop protection, giving it strong protection against a variety of drops. While the style may divide, the results speak for themselves — and it’s reasonably priced too.

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