#ace's little come hither

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

18+ MDNI

71-Summer Nights and Silence

There were nights when Jason got in late and when you just couldn’t sleep. So many that it slowly began to be less and less surprising to find you awake either scrolling on your phone or merely staring at the ceiling. Tonight was no different. Not entirely, in any case. Jason had found you spread out on your bed in nothing but a thin shirt and underwear. 

The heat of summer had started to close in, and your apartment loved to trap it in despite the AC being on full blast. You must have had the window open because it smelled of summer rain and the curtains were drawn to let just enough streetlight in to dimly illuminate the room. When he saw you in such little light, he found you just as beautiful as if you were standing in the sun. The two of you exchanged tired, meek hellos before he started to strip himself of his nightwear. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes watching as Jason slowly took off the straps, belts, and clothes. Biting your lip, you sat up fully to tug off your shirt before going to lay back down. Jason watched you, surprised but not displeased. Pushing off his boxers, he watched you do the same. Only interfered when you struggled to kick your underwear off your ankle. He hooked the thin fabric around his finger and flung it into the dark corner of the room. From there, he ran his hand from the heel of your foot to the back of your knee and to the back of your thigh. 

Jason could hear your breaths quicken and feel his cock harden as he leaned down to kiss from your belly button to the one place that he was all too familiar with. It was too late to care about niceties, and he was too worn out for any sensual teasing. So, straight to work it was. His tongue flicked against your clit, eyes looked up momentarily to see you throw your head back with a gasp before he began to gently suck. 

His fingers slowly rounded from under your thigh to come up to your entrance. Making sure you were wet enough, Jason slowly sank his fingers into you. 

“Fuck, Jason,” You whispered and reached to grip the sheets. 

It brought a smile to his face to have you writhe against him, and it only encouraged him more. His fingers moved in a ‘come hither’ motion and just managed to barely brush against your g-spot. You could barely keep still, pushing further toward him in hopes of getting more. The gesture made his cock twitch, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you. Patience, he knew, was your favorite act in bed. His tongue gingerly lapped and flicked against you until you were whispering that you were close. And, as much as Jason would have loved having you cum on his tongue, he liked it better when you were under him. 

Once he pulled away, he heard you whisper, “Damn it!”

With a chuckle, Jason leaned over you, pressing his lips to your neck. You were always a bit ticklish on the crook of your neck, squirming beneath him as he sucked a hickey right into the skin. God, he loved the way you smelled. There was a hint of flowery sweetness to you, and he loved breathing it in. 

In the silence of the night, he could hear every gasp and quiet moan you made, which only kept the worn of the day away. Pressing one more kiss to the underside of your chin, Jason lazily lifted your leg to rest on his waist. 

You pressed your palms against his chest as he lined himself up, his eyes meeting yours just for a moment. You nodded because there was no need for too many words tonight. As Jason pushed into you he watched your eyes squeeze shut, focusing on adjusting around him, before opening to look down between your bodies. Eyes flickering back up, you nodded at him again, a silent plea for him to move. Jason leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours as he slowly started to thrust forward. They were lazy thrusts since his body was worn out from the jump, rolling, and overall fighting every criminal in the city. You didn’t seem to mind, moaning so softly in his ear. Jason gasped, thrusting particularly hard just to hear that familiar wet sound that seemed so loud in the quiet room. 

“Jason,” You whispered, hands moving from his chest to wrap around him. Your nails dug into the back of his shoulder, desperately holding onto him as he continued to ease in and out of you.

He didn’t know why you were whispering, it was only the two of you in the entire apartment, but he liked it. It was like this moment was only for the two of you. No one else needed to hear it, just him and you. The feel of your sweaty skin pressed against him was just for him. The sweet smell of you was just for him. Your sounds were just for him. You were just for him.

Jason wasn’t possessive or even the selfish type of man, but he liked the idea that you were for him and vice versa. 

Pressing his lips against yours, he tried to get those three words out of his mouth, “I…I…”

You smiled, lips moving against his as you mumbled, “I love you, too.”

Sluggishly slow with his thrusts again, Jason moved his lips down your neck, over your collarbone, before latching onto one of your nipples. You whined, threading your fingers into his hair while sliding your free hand between your bodies. Jason could hear the moment your fingers grazed over your clit by the way you moved against him. You pressed forward, wanting more contact, and pulled him back up to kiss him again. 

Jason said your name against your lips and that seemed to finally push you over the edge. He could feel you spasm around him and heard something tumble off your lips, but he was too lost in the pleasure to properly hear it. His hand came up to your jaw, pushing it to look at him as he got closer and closer to his own orgasm. 

“Fuck,” Jason groaned out, eyes desperately searching for something in yours. 

Whatever Jason was subconsciously asking, you gave a nod of permission, and suddenly he was in the midst of an orgasm. He pressed himself into you, grunting and moaning against the nape of your neck as he rode out his high.  

When he had finally come down from his orgasm, Jason had no desire to move, planting his sweaty body right on top of yours. You’d probably push him off in a few minutes to clean yourself, but, for now, he could let the tiredness tug at his body. As your heart lulled him to sleep, he realized two things at once; it was a perfect summer’s night, and he truly belonged to only you.

[zvdvdlvr]

being on team 141 and being one of the youngest people in the team HCs [p.02]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢. ✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞!!

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ��𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 141, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺: 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵: 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓

back at it again, its another fatherless rapscallion😭

100% believe you and soap call people bestie if you dont like them

ex: "soap come hither, i have tea on bestie chloe" and he comes barreling down the hall to hear the tea

lmfao speaking of soap

SOAP=WHINY MAN BABY

this man whines when you give him the silent treatment fo sheezy 💯

ghost thinks its really funny when soap watches you with a '☹' face evrry time you ignore him

gaz always knows everything because you know everything so you tell him its hilarious asf

anyways

you and gaz always be talkin about topher fr

(i dont have the of so an edit will do:)

HELLA INSIDE JOKES

price is highkey tired of your humor

"is there anything you need?" price "other than a father/mother? nope. thanks, tho" you *insert gaz laughing from the other room*, distressed price leaved the room, clutching at his sussy goofy wacky little hat

if you are fluent in spanish i strongly believe ghost will be scared of you

as i have been trading my spanish for german, i wont put anything else involving spanish, thanks 😍🙏

screaming judas in tge shower

ghost yelling at you to shut up

soap joining to annoy his babygorl

gaz humming along because lady gaga is goddess

price needing to leave the room

l m f a o

ok so like what if you're really good at card games, savvy?

you and 141 are laying low in a safehouse somewhere

soap finds a deck of cards, and everyone plays and/or watches

anyway you suggest playing manipulation

price immediately agrees, he hasnt played in a while but still thinks he could beat everyonr

ghost joins in, but gaz watches

what if you sat in his lap

no sorry my bad im in love

anyway

the first, like, three rounds everyones drawing like five cards

and price somehow ends up with two cards while everyones drawing cards

hes getting cocky, thinking that he'll go out first because of his amount of cards

HOWEVER

he had an ace

so that was virtually impossible to get rid of lmfao

anyhow,

price had on his poker face, and surprisingly, so did you

no one could tell you were able to get rid of the five cards in your hand only in the eighth round

bada bing bada boom you served the team their ass when you quickly arranged your cards into their appropriate piles

and then you look at everyone's flabberghasted expression

price is 😯🙁ing so hard

not only did price lose, he lost to one of the youngest people on the team

ghost is a sore loser tbh

"fuckin' hell, reaper. the hell you learn to play like that?" ghost "around" you shrug

price thinks about that all the time tbh

LETS TALK ABOUT THE TIME 141 FIRST SAW YOU SMOKING

after a somewhat rough mission, you go MIA

everyones worried; you generally let someone know whenever you go somewhere

but its hour 4 of you being gone and price is worried

you did this when the whole situation with alex went down, so price has limited experience with your MIA bouts

highkey feels bad he can't protect you emotionally :(

it was well below sun down when price found you

poor captain almost had a stroke when you saw you

you were outside sitting cross legged facing the direction which the sun had set, indicating you'd been there for a while

you had a lighter in your hand, lighting up cigarette number unknown

"what are you doing, kid?"

you had heard him coming so you didnt jump or anything you just shrugged

"do you want to talk about it?"

a mocking laugh fell from your lips, spewing out with smoke "nah."

price was at a loss. you had never acted like this before- cold and sharp

he moved to sit by you though </3

soon ghost trailed out, wondering where price was

an inky black mass caught his eye

but as he was making his way over, he saw a cigarette get smushed into the ground and a knew one being pulled from a pack

price didn't smoke cigarettes, he smoked cigars, so who would that be?

but then ghost heard your voice and an exhale and you had the cigarette

ghost: 😯

"hell's goin' on out here?" ghost grumbled, sitting on the other side of u, eyes widening at the amount of boxes at ur side

price answered when you didnt "getting some air"

ghost blinked at the cigarette hanging from your lips. okay

the guys tried to get you to talk but couldn't get anything out of you but a scoff or two

even when ghost offered to let you sleep in his room you said no :(((

after that you gathered your shit and left for the base leaving ghost and price concerned </3

whoa who broke my heart i sure am angsty today 😟💯

you didnt get any sleep that night btw

on another note

MOVIE NIGHTS WITH THE GUYS BUT GAZ INSISTS INSTEAD OF YOU

obviously he goes to you first

"hey y/n" :))) "do you wanna" :)))))) "watch a movie" :))))))))) "with us?" :))))))))))))

i'll be damned if you say no. 😐🔪

so you said yes 😍❤

he smiled so big </33

went to soap next

then pulled up the movie

with everyone ( minus ghost ), price couldn't say no 🙃

ghost pulled up, ffs 🤯

gaz chose either a horror movie or a horror movie

so you watched a horror movie 😁

gaz was probably clinging to you the whole time

so was soap probably

ghost was somewhat interested, but price fell asleep

his goofy snore is so loud bro im not even playing 🤧😭😭

if you have migraines you best believe everyone has midol/typenol for you

never ibuprofen tho bc after a mission if you had a headache, 141 might think you possibly had/have a brain bleed and wouldn't give you ibuprofen bc thats a blood thinner and could start another bleed

you and gaz have playlists for everyone

you both follow each other on EVERYTHING

if you were too poor (like me HDJSNEHDJEUZ) gaz would let you and only you on his netflix acc ❤

im sorry im a gazlvr

will probably edit later tbh

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞!!

@shadylilac

🤍

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

On the Highway

18+ MINORS DNI because Eddie is a devil of a stripper.

"Oh my God, I can't believe we're doing this," Steve said.

"You wanted to know, didn't you?" Robin asked.

"Only because you pointed out that it's not exactly straight to check out everyone's butt," Steve said.

"Because it's not," Robin hissed.

Steve crossed his arms and slumped in his seat. They were both sitting in the far back of a male strip club in Indianapolis. Steve’s stomach was turning. He shouldn't be here. Oh. God. It was too late to leave, though. The show was staring, and the first of many acts came on. The music actually helped calm his nerves and focus on the performance. He had to admit that guy was a good dancer, but he was trying too hard muscle wise. He was definitely pretty, though, with exceptionally plump lips that Steve could definitely nibble on. . .okay, so maybe Robin was onto something. The performances were great, but they really didn't do a whole lot for him except make his stomach flutter. Although the previous act did make his cock twitch a little. It's wasn't until the very last act that Steve got his official confirmation.

"Introducing. . . SATAN'S SLUT. . .," the announcer introduced. "Really? Come on. Why am I friends with you? Oh, shit, I forgot to turn off the mic."

Highway to Hell by AC/DC started blasting from the speakers. A man with long dark curly hair burst forth from the curtains. He wore a long red cloak, a devil's mask, and black heels. Sliver rings glinted on his hands, his nails painted black. His hands went to his throat. Steve watched, enraptured as the man whipped off his cloak and threw it into the crowd. Oh, god, he was wearing a red thong, and his nipples were pierced. He also had tattoos. A weird looking old witch on his chest as well as a spider, bats on his arm, and some sort of puppet on a string on his forearm. His body was perfectly soft and pale. His long, skinny legs worked well with the black heels. Steve could imagine running his hands up those perfect legs, trailing up to cup his . . . Woah, his pants just got a little tighter.

The man started moving and dancing. He moved in a way that seemed physically impossible. Like a cat, he seemed like he was both a solid and liquid. He moved harshly against the pole, his hips thrusting in tandem with the song. Steve gulped, imagining his hands grasping the man's small hips as the man grinded against Steve. There was something familiar about the way the man moved, the way he moved his hands about. . .did Steve know this man? No, the world was small, but it wasn't that small. The man jumped around, his heels slapping into the floor as he turned his back to the crowd. He had a flaming sword tattoo on his back, slotting perfectly along his spine. The man peeled off his mask, held it out beside him, and dropped it. A woman was quick to grab it and slip some bills into the man's g string, letting her hands linger on the man. It caused the announcer to speak up.

"You get one warning, lady. Don't touch. Causing I'm telling you now this asshole bites and not in a kinky kind of way. As in, he'll break the skin and leave a permanent scar all because you ate his goddamn pretzels," the announcer said.

"Frankie!" The stripper yelled.

"Right, shutting up," Frankie said.

The stripper turned his head over his shoulder to give the crowd his best come hither look. Steve’s heart jolted in his chest. Oh, shit. The man he's been lusting after was none other than Eddie Munson. His brown eyes popped under the dark eyeshadow that he had painted across his eyelids. How had he not noticed how beautiful his eyes were?

"Yeah, I'm definitely a lesbian," Robin said, her hand over her eyes.

"And I - I am definitely not straight," Steve said. "I got to take a piss."

When Steve came back to their table, Robin gave him a look of disbelief.

"I know what you did in there," Robin said. "Gross."

"You mean, use the restroom?" Steve scoffed, blushing.

"You've got jizz on your pants, by the way," she said.

"Shit, I thought I was careful!" Steve said, looking down. "Oh, fuck you."

"Made you look! You totally did it, and the guy with devil mask? Really?" Robin asked. "Let's go so we can go back to your house so we can properly judge your taste in men."

The ride back to Hawkins was silent except for the radio playing in the background. They quickly settled into the living room.

"You didn't see his face, did you?" Steve asked.

"No, I was too busy drifting off into La La Land," Robin said.

"Robin! It was Eddie Munson!" Steve exclaimed.

"Oh, shit. As in leader of Hellfire, co-parent to your little boy genius?" Robin asked. "This is perfect! You guys already have kids together."

"Robin, we don't even know if he likes men," Steve said.

"Now, you understand my dilemma," she cackled.

"Yes, please revel in my misery," Steve said.

"That's what good friends do, Steve," Robin said. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously?"

"Yep!"

Steve was true to his word and did nothing about his attraction to Eddie Munson until spring break happened. He slowly started to get to know him in the middle of all hell breaking lose and he liked what he learned so far. He had no choice but to interact with him, and he really liked him. . .like really liked him. He had to do something about it now before it was too late.

The RV was parked in an open field, and everyone was outside, enjoying the sunlight before the big fight with Vecna. Steve discreetly watched Eddie slip inside the RV and waited a moment before following. Eddie had taken off his jacket and pulled his hair into a messy bun while he drank a bottle of water. Steve watched for a moment, blushing. Eddie capped the bottle and flashed him a dimpled smile.

"Hey, big boy."

Steve immediately tried to ignore the way that nickname made his stomach flutter.

"Can we talk?" Steve asked.

"Sure thing," Eddie said.

Eddie plopped on the couch and patted the seat next to him. Steve grinned and sat down next to Eddie.

"So, confession time. A few months ago, I came to realization about myself. Actually, Robin helped me with that. I wasn't exactly straight. I mean, I like men and women," Steve said, pausing.

"That's really great, Steve. Thanks for telling me, man," Eddie said, and Steve could have sworn he saw a little hope in his eyes. "Why are you telling me this?"

"A few months ago, Robin took me to a male strip club up in Indianapolis," Steve said.

"Damn, she really is your best friend, isn't she? . . . Wait. . .you saw my act, didn't you?" Eddie groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Look, man, I took the job because I needed to help my uncle out with the bills. He had an accident, and he needed help covering them."

"Eddie," Steve said, laughing as he removed his hands from his face. "I really liked it. . . I mean, I really liked it so much that I ended up. . . "

"What? You ended up doing what?" Eddie asked softly.

"I left right after your performance to go to the bathroom to, uh, take care of myself," Steve said. "I couldn't even approach you for months because you were all I could think about. Now, I'm starting to get to know you, and I want to continue to get to know you because - "

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop talking."

Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek and pressed his lips to Steve’s, kissing him softly. Steve responded immediately, placing his hand on Eddie's hip and pressing lips harshly against Eddie's. They moved together, and Eddie let Steve push him back on the couch. Steve squeezed his hips, and Eddie moaned into his mouth, carding his fingers into Steve’s hair. They broke apart quickly when they heard the door open and looked at Robin's guilty, shocked face for a moment before she disappeared. She slammed the door.

"Nothing to see here, kiddos!" Robin exclaimed. "Quick! Go get it!"

"Did you just throw a stick like we were fucking dogs?!" They heard Dustin shriek.

"Why did you go and fetch it, dumbass?" Max asked. "If you aren't a dog?"

Eddie and Steve sat up as they laughed. They leaned heavily against each other. Eddie laughed and kissed Steve’s cheek.

"I like you too, big boy," Eddie said.

[daddyhausen]

here’s the text from my friend:

angelo parker smut with overstimulation, dacryphilla, dumbification, and degradation/praise por favor

she’s the worst and i don’t like being the messenger for this guy 🫣

• babydoll — angelo parker •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { angelo parker masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, overstimulation, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, dumbification, sex toys, daddy kink, restraints, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, pussy slapping, fingering, female orgasms, squirting

{ word count } — 490

{ pairing } — fem!reader x angelo parker

{ genre } — smut

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“c’mon baby, you can give me more than that”

his words, mocking, taunting you as you laid helpless

with wrist and ankles bound by taut, thick, twine-like rope

keeping you in place, just writhing under his fingertips as he toyed with you

thighs already shaking from only one, intense orgasm

he had left the vibrator on the highest speed

the toy pulsing in three to four second increments against your sensitive pearl

leaving you a whining mess

you could not escape it, for him having tied it down so the bulb of the toy nestled against your cunt

“such a filthy little girl, look at you, getting off on your punishment”

he sat at the edge of the bed, simply enjoying the sight of your swollen clit being abused by the toy

tracing phantoms of shapes against your dripping folds with his index and middle fingers

fresh tears welled in your eyes as another orgasm flooded through you

a pleasured wail ripped through your throat

your voice hoarse and mouth dry

“please daddy…no more”

“no more?”

he cocked an eyebrow with a mocking look

“you were perfectly fine ruining yourself beforehand. my dumb little whore is all bark and no bite”

you could only whimper in response, feeling his fingers stretch your walls

gathering your juices on the pads of his fingertips

he abruptly turned off the vibrator

much to your dismay and relief

admiring how swollen and puffy your pretty cunt was

his curled his fingers upward, in a sort of come-hither motion

your walls clenched and constricted around his digits

a soft moan slipped past your lips

“such a tight little pussy, look at how you’re gripping me babydoll”

“daddy…”

“what? you gonna cum again?” he increased the force of his fingers

“yeah, that’s it, cum for me, such a filthy little whore”

your gasps caught in your throat as his free hand came down on your cunt with a harsh, wet slap

one that left your pussy quivering around his fingers

another one followed, the sting felt throughout your body

making your legs shake with pleasure

you couldn’t take anymore punishment

tears now running freely down your cheeks

smearing the remnants of your makeup across your skin

“who does this pussy belong to, babydoll?”

he queiried with another mechivious cock of his eyebrow

“y-you daddy…” you barley managed to stammer through your words

he gave a pleased smirk, another smack could be heard as he hand once again made contact with your cunt

upon impact your juices gushed around his fingers

body convulsing and contorting with pleasure

the restraints tightening around your wrist

he pried his fingers from your warmth licking them clean with a deep moan

you let out a sigh or relief, thankful that the torment was over

all he could do was follow it up with a sinster chuckle

quickly stripping himself

“oh you thought we were done, babydoll? that was only the beginning”

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[victorluvsalice]

Happy Birthday Marie!

@offwithhxrhead You requested a story where Madeline meets someone who could potentially be a new romantic interest, and I hope I have delivered:

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“WOOOOO!”

Madeline eagerly joined in the clapping and stomping of feet as The Pondcrossers finished up their set and departed from the stage. “Awesome show, huh?” a guy next to her said, eyes bright.

“You know it!” Madeline agreed with a beaming grin. “Best night out I’ve had in a while!” And I didn’t even need to get drunk or high off my ass to enjoy myself. Isn’t that a surprise.

“Oh, don’t start with that again,” the Queen of Hearts grumbled from a far corner of her mind. “I’m rather tired of that refrain.”

Yeah, yeah, sorry, Madeline thought back, shaking her head to dispel the negativity before it could take root. I know I’m doing a lot better these days. Been kind of a rough road to get here, sure, but – I’m out, I’m about, Mum and Dad trust me not to do anything stupid. That’s progress. She grinned back at the stage as the crowd began breaking up into smaller groups, friends chatting with friends. And that was a fucking great band! Why the hell they’re playing this place instead of living it up in Hollywood or – or Liverpool is beyond me.

“Liverpool?” the Queen asked, one eyebrow raised.

It was the first thing that came to mind! I don’t know the party towns of England! And asking Mum or Dad isn’t going to help, given the latter grew up in the ass end of nowhere and the former spent most of her life in a psychiatric hospital. Which you didn’t help with.

“Oh, shush and get us something to eat,” the Queen replied, rolling her eyes. “One gets peckish.”

Madeline’s stomach growled in answer. One does – might as well pick up a snack before we hit the road, she agreed, working her way toward the bar. If they serve food here, anyway...places like this always have peanuts or something, right? Eh, if they don’t, I’ll just swing past the nearest burger joint and –

Is that the bass guitarist?

Madeline stopped in her tracks. Perched on a stool at the very end of the bar was indeed The Pondcrossers’ second guitarist – Jean, if Madeline remembered correctly. Which she was pretty sure she did, as she’d spent a lot of the set watching Jean. The woman was exactly the type Madeline liked most – sporting wide hips, generous cleavage, long dark brown hair done up in a braid, and sparkling blue eyes. She’d handled her guitar like she’d been born with it in her hand, rocking in perfect beat with her bandmates and shooting the audience wide, come-hither grins every so often when the music allowed. Just the memory of that smile gave Madeline the shivers –

And now, she was almost within touching distance of the woman. Madeline stared at her, frozen. Holy shit, I didn’t realize...I mean, I guess it makes sense, singing like that is probably thirsty work, but...is it okay if I just – go up to her? I dunno if she’s cool with fans meeting her outside of sets or not...especially fans who might get a little...n-not that I’m gonna do anything but say I liked her music, but she is really fucking gorgeous and I’m on a dry spell and –

“And anyone who said your father’s influence in you is lacking should see you now.”

Cheshire appeared by her feet, winding around her ankles. “You seem stuck fast to the ground,” he observed with his trademark grin. “Purrhaps I should try to claw your feet up?”

“Loathe as I am to agree with that disrespectful creature, you should get moving,” the Queen of Hearts added, draping a tentacle over Madeline’s shoulders. “You are no mere pawn on the board – you are an ace in the pack. And you should act like it.”

Both of you be quiet before I start talking to you aloud! Madeline hissed, then bit her lip as she looked back at Jean. They did have a point – she was getting nowhere just standing there. In fact, she was probably starting to look a little bit creepy. And she did want to at least say “hi.” And tell her how awesome her band was. And if anything else happened...well, it happened. Madeline sucked in a steadying breath, then pried her feet off the floor and made her way over to the stool, trying to exude confidence. “Hi.”

Jean looked over. “Hi!” she said, all friendliness – that was one worry dispelled, at least. “Assuming you saw the show.”

“Yeah – you guys were amazing,” Madeline told her, smiling. “Best band I’ve heard in ages, trust me.” She offered a hand. “Madeline Van Dort.”

Jean took it, shooting her another dazzling smile. “Jean Carpenter. Pleasure to meet you.”

Madeline swallowed as their hands touched. Oh boy. Yup. Major crush. After one night. Gonna be hearing about this in Wonderland for months...worth it. “Pleasure is all mine.”

[teacherintransition]

As We Take Our Leave of Columbia, Missouri…

This charming city has worked it’s magic on us

Time has been influx these two years of traveling. We’ve loved the places we’ve lived and while we are there, the time seems to fly by incredibly fast. In the moment, we feel immersed in all of our places and it feels like home. Quality of mindset makes each “home” detached from the stresses of time and we are better people by being open to adventure. Alexandria, Granbury, Round Rock are such wonderful cities, but Columbia has moved to the top with little doubt. The city, the countryside, the small, rural communities are incredible and unique to our experience. Quaint, clean, friendly and maintaining their historical origins and feel has been a special experience.

We just thought that we’d lower our heads for thirteen weeks at a time and accomplish our goals and move onto the next one. But…but…love the place and the people? Oh great….again? Who wanted that? Now, it is heartbreaking to leave. Why does this keep happening? The world ISN’T a cesspool of struggle and strife? Who’d a thunk it? For my wife, she has been treated as a professional of the highest order; made special friends of her co workers and one might say she has been compensated lucratively. …she has. (wink wink) I’ve done a great deal of writing, photography, hiking and exploring. The variety of restaurants has been incredible, the historical sites and art venues numerous and all employing excellent, friendly folks from the region. It is among these locales that we have met wonderful people that will never be forgotten.

Our small house, right next to a park, had a nice fenced in backyard that our herd has loved. Close to the downtown historic district, we are near everything: art galleries, coffee shops, restaurants, entertainment venues …I love it! I discovered long ago that a truly wonderful coffee shop is a place where ideas and conversations flow like fresh brewed elixir from the coffee bean. When we got here, there were a number possible shops. On day one, I walked into the Lakota Coffee Shop …decision made. There walls were decorated in a classy and calming brick interior offset with masterfully composed photographs of the region. I’ve gotten a tremendous amount of writing done in such a vibrant environment. I have also spent many wonderful cool afternoons sitting outside, drinking tea and people watching. In a world of going hither and yon, the Lakota has been a haven of good coffee and peaceful surroundings. Keith and his co-workers are amazing people.

If you know me in any way, you know the word “pub” carries an almost, to hell with almost, a TRUE mystical significance. It ain’t just about the drinking my friends, but that is an important aspect. One can get a drink in a bar, a saloon, a cantina, a club, a bar and grille, a restaurant, a cooler….but none of these places come close to being a pub. A pub is something else altogether. A haven for those beaten down a bit, a place for those lonely in their soul, a well of happiness for one seeking conversation and companionship. A true pub has an old world feel, it has a dark calming aura, and a sophisticated selection of whiskies. In my personal experience, I’ve only entered into a handful of places that qualify as a true pub in the magical sense of the word. In Columbia, I came across a clear watering hole that fits my standard of a public house, and we did find some additional pleasant places for relaxing libations. Macnally’s definitely qualified as “pub worthy.” It’s an excellent, large city dive bar on Sixth Street. The staff was excellent and they serve a truly outstanding whiskey/whisky selection. It’s a perfect Chicago deep dish pizza provider …delicious. Aces to the Macnally’s

I wouldn’t consider Missouri as foreign, but the cuisine and offerings were very unique… and delicious. The Barred Owl, Sycamores, Ozark Biscuit Company, Delilas, Addisons …I could go on. The people were very kind and the wares excellent. They do like their bourbons and Killians Irish Red, which was fortunate as I do as well. We enjoyed every spot and equally enjoyed how surprisingly tasty the food of Missouri is to a couple of Texans.

The countryside and mountains are sublime. No pine trees ….yea… allowed us to finally see an actual autumn landscape. We enjoyed numerous hiking trails and quietly enjoyed sitting by the Missouri River. Not being from farming country, the infinite rows of corn and soybean and sunflowers were incredible. The pastures were green and splashed with the vibrant yellow of the corn and sunflowers. All of it seemed like walking into a Van Gogh or Grant Wood painting. Far surpassed the muted pine green of East Texas. Delightful.

We planned for many things on this adventure and many wonderful things have taken place. Ive yet to adjust to having my heart broken joyfully by these wonderful locales. I had people warn me that Alexandria was a rough city; a run down city, a crime ridden city….bless their poor, slow little hearts. I had folks warn us that Granbury was just a hick spot in the road. Most of the criticisms of Round Rock centered on traffic …I’ll go with that one; but good friends and good times outweighed all the negatives. Columbia has proven to be our Nirvana …we could move tomorrow…well, maybe not exactly. If you look for the negative…it will be found. I look at things with my soul’s eye…it’s then that you can see the magic of a place and the beauty of another’s spirit. I didn’t expect to love these people and this place…but our hearts are healed and we didn’t know they needed healing. Thank you Columbia and au revoir.

.

[starlingsrps]

saturdays are for the boys.

helen and the rest of the club mobile girls are down with the flu but gail apparently has escaped the plague and made her way into the clubhouse 

david is a small enough man at this point to know easy pickings. all things being equal, he’s sure she thinks the same of him.

she’s not here for the right reasons. she’s pretty and perfectly coifed no matter the time of day or task. she doesn’t bat her eyelashes at anyone under the rank of captain and if she’s after an officer husband, she’s doing a great job. as a red cross volunteer, he knows that she’s breaking helen and mary but he doesn’t give a shit about her organizing abilities - she’s got the best rack he’s seen since he got to this godforsaken island and he’s always been a sucker for a redhead. she probably doesn’t give a shit about flying record - they’d been dumb enough to make him a captain six months ago and that gets him into the officer’s club and a new badge on his collar and that’s enough.

when gail wanders in, there’s a poker game in progress and david’s heart isn’t in it. he lost magnificently and tapped elliot in to save some face. he’s usually alright at poker - respectable but sam’s a fucking shark and sid has gotten good enough that it’s annoying to play him at all - but tonight he’s sucking more than usual. he blames the intensity of the fuck me eyes aimed their way.

indigo and jack are married. elliot has gone blind to any woman that isn’t nell. sid keeps coming back from his mystery trips to milton keynes with a bite mark on his neck and a lazy, self satisfied grin followed by “classified” when david asks what the hell that’s about. it’s just him and sam and he’ll be fucked if it’s anyone else. 

when he looks over his shoulder, she’s got her chin on her hand and a come hither look that could be aimed at any of them. he gets a giggle from her when he winks. it feels like a sure thing and those are the best odds he’s had in months, so to hell with it.

david doesn’t want to marry her. he’s reminded of what one of his frat brothers used to say - when a bear is hungry, he eats. the phrase had always seemed mercenary to him. he’d never call himself a saint but he at least usually enjoyed the chase, a little romancing before ending up in bed.

but fuck it.

“we know if gail’s free?” he asks. he’s already finishing his drink and standing. the question is a formality.

“uh yeah, best of my knowledge,” elliot says slowly. “weren’t you supposed to-“

“i said a lot of things,” david says, tilting his neck from side to side to stretch. as though he’s limbering up to enter a boxing ring and not go hit on a red cross volunteer to get his dick wet. “what nellie doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

elliot rolls his eyes and shakes his head at his cards. “your funeral if she finds out, that’s all i’m saying.”

he’s about to make his way over when manners kick in. he should probably see if any of the rest of the unencumbered had their eye on her. not that he called dibs or anything and she’s a person not a beer but still: probably polite to ask. “any of you call dibs? sid?”

“all you, hatch. warren, you cornfed fuck, you call that a flush?”

jack warren knows every goddamn cow that’s ever walked the earth but doesn’t remember the difference between a spade and an ace for the life of him. david knows this better than anyone else, having spent as much time in the nose of a plane listening to him nervously ramble off bovine facts.

he turns to sam, more out of duty and friendship than anything else. he looks up from his hand, considers, and shakes his head. “i’m off gingers. don’t yell at him - you know he’s a hick.”

“so am i and i know what a fucking spade looks like.”

sid continues from there but david is already making his way over to gail. she’s perched on a stool doing her best veronica lake and based on the look he’s getting, mary and helen haven’t had a chance to scare her off of him yet or she’s chosen to ignore it. 

maybe one of them should be more insulted by how little time it takes before he’s escorting her to a more private hallway but david ignores the voice of shame or modesty or whatever the hell it is in his head and proceeds. it’s fast and by no stretch his best performance. she fakes an orgasm and he feels worse for it. she’s not much of an actress and neither is he. when they part, he knows that he’ll be avoiding the club mobile at all costs for the foreseeable future. not worth it for shit coffee and the omnipresent reminder that when he’d finally gotten back in the saddle, it had been an all around disappointment.

back in the bunks, indigo is stretched out on his bed with a book. there’s an ease to him that david has always envied. he knows who he is and what he’s after in life and david doesn’t think he’s ever had that for a minute.

“worth it?” indigo asks, not looking up.

no, not really. but maybe next time, he won’t feel half as rotten.

“yes.”

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[lgbt-ya]

Recent mlm reads

Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall - Fake dating, intense fear of emotional vulnerability, domesticity, great group whatsapp banter: chef's kiss. This was an ace contemporary UK romance.

Hither, Page by Cat Sebastian - A sweet little pre-war detective story set in a sleepy English village, this was a short read that made me crave some Miss Marple TV specials. 

The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune - A lovely found-family romance set in a world where magical creatures are treated like second-class citizens, and magical children are sent to surveillance orphanages. A civil servant who is very loyal to his intricate bureaucracy is sent to review a slightly unorthodox orphanage on an island, run by an eccentric and kind man. He realises there's more to caring for children than ticking all the boxes on a form, and falls in love with the whole island along the way.

The Sugared Game (The Will Darling Adventures #2) by K.J. Charles (review of book 1 here) - A bookseller teams up on a smuggling case with his on-again, off-again hook-up, a government spy who is unwilling to risk his job's secrecy for their relationship. Sparks fly as they investigate mafia nightclubs and high class fashion events. I love this series!

Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen by Lois McMaster Bujold - A quiet, contemplative book about two older partners (male and female) in a throuple, coming back together several years after their male partner died. This is set in the far future on another planet, but the sci-fi element takes a back seat here as they find a path towards a happy retirement together.

My own LGBT YA novel was just released! The Reckless Afterlife of Harriet Stoker is a paranormal horror about ghosts stuck in the afterlife.

 What if death is only the beginning? When Harriet Stoker dies after falling from a balcony in a long-abandoned building, she discovers a group of ghosts, each with a special power. Felix, Kasper, Rima and Leah welcome Harriet into their world, eager to make friends with the new arrival after decades alone. Yet Harriet is more interested in unleashing her own power, even if it means destroying everyone around her. But when all of eternity is at stake, the afterlife can be a dangerous place to make an enemy.

[sugar-petals]

Hey Caro ☺️ I just took your super m quiz - thanks for making such a fun quiz, I feel like it helped me get into super m! I know nothing about them yet but I thought it fit soo well that I got Kai bc I’m a full time dancer - now you have me super curious about him 👀👀

KAI :: INTRODUCTION MASTERPOST (dance focus)

so you wanna know about the god of k-pop choreo? oh yeah, i’ll talk to you about fucking kai! if you dance, this guy is the #1 must-know. once you see him move, there’s no going back. i don’t exaggerate: kai is the gold standard. brace yourselves, i’ll show you why.

kim kai aka kim jongin (27) is a solo artist and super m’s plus exo’s main dancer — est 2019 and 2012 respectively — heading either group with a passionate, hyper-physical style that roots in his early practice of of jazz dance and ballet. the influence definitely shows. 

learning choreography, he’s become the gorgeous fusion of emotional grace and explosive power that unites both tension and extreme accuracy. while at the same time: never sacrificing his interpretation. and HOW MUCH HE BLEEDS FOR HIS CRAFT. he enjoys it so much. 

and he’s communicating it 100%, jongin’s dance is so interactive and raw, luring. i swear to god, put the seatbelts on for this one. it’s never just him, it’s you as well. you’ve never seen this before. he’s like “yes, i meant you, i’m looking at you”:

he’s even gonna modify the choreography to point right at you to underline that very thought. he’s so good, he can learn it, ace it, epitomize it, and do his own thing anyway. even the person in the last row will get whatever point kai wants to make. this is dance that belongs on the biggest stages.

even when he films without a crowd, it’s like you’re literally standing opposite to him. he focuses on two people: his moves, and the viewer. he has it look like you made him smile and self-aware, or you made him determined. INCREDIBLE. he shows his charisma, BUT he also shows your own (!) impact on him. it’s a duet. he wants you to join him on the dancefloor. this is from exo’s call me baby mv where kai does his famous come-hither:

he flirts and he encourages. he values the audience and wants them to be confident as well. i think it’s the reason why he’s so outstanding and addictive, kai thinks beyond himself. it’s a tango he involves you in with his eyes and how he opens his body, interprets a lyric.

it’s not about imposing himself going one way. instead: he plays the back and forth ALL. THE. TIME. in any context. whether it be frivolous, or fun, or gloomy, or sweet. even with a simple little smiley wink it’s happening. and he acts like you had a reaction to it. there’s literally just a camera.

this guy’s physique, strength, elegance, feeling for the beat, character portrayal (!), and control is unbelievable. he’s destroyed it in every fancam out there. he can’t switch it off even if he tried. your eyes would go toward him in the largest group formation still. put him in the center, that’s his spot, he showcases it.

because he doesn’t just show learned moves, he makes it radiate something dynamic and animalistic (he embodies superm’s ‘tiger inside’ all the way). 

jongin’s dance says: i love this, you love this, let’s do this, the feeling is right. he makes bodies and unrestrained touch the opposite of wrong, he pronounces it a source of having fun and being instinctual. and he never breaks the tie with you throughout, and uses his shoulders and lips to put the oomph into it. 

he uses innuendo and a ‘we both know’ sentiment perfectly as an invitation rather than just going through his routine. that’s how he can make each move fascinating. you can tell kai knows exactly how to make everyone scream their lungs out. i bet somebody held their breath just reading this post already.

exo’s most famous choreo is ‘monster’ (kai focus linked) with good reason: jongin can turn himself into nothing short of a roaring beast. it’s one sharp, complex move after the other. kai can bend any gravitational law he wants to show any feeling and pose he wants. a glimpse:

now, how to spot him in general if you’re new to him? here are some pointers. kai’s execution is clean, fast, and powerful. those are two decades (!) of experience showing. kai is an all or nothing dancer, he plays no games. he treats every group and solo stage like his best and last. his work ethic is beyond words. yeah, he’s a capricorn. his style is direct as can be, working every axis.

as you can see, jongin is hard to overlook anyway: he’s a 182cm giant made of steel. he strives to acutely visualize impact in his style and it is always successful. in fact, it’s his signature. it’s like he creates invisible objects and pushes through them. boom, he just burst another bubble.

when the song gets to his part, i guarantee you won’t miss him and all the boldness and expression he brings to enrich the performance. hell... he carries it. jongin can handle the center, i’m telling you. (look how fast he rotates here)

talking features — this is what to look for when he dances in a group setting: you can recognize kai’s face by how wide, bluntly structured and sensual it is. jongin is a sight. he has such an aura, serious, sultry, and smiling alike.

with a very recognizable silhouette (like... holy hell!):

he’s very cute as well ♡ the fandom and kai himself have an adorable analogy going on. jongin calls himself a teddy/nini bear and we joined in on it. (i made a thread about it here, it talks more about his offstage life) — hence kai’s fans are called eri-gom, eris as in exo’s fanbase and gom meaning bear. 

and i mean. look at him. what an attractive guy. he’s that handsome. strong brows, teddy eyes, square jaw, swept hair, glorious lips, tan skin. 

now yes, something important concerning his appearance and a serious topic: i don’t want to list you the endless instances of colorism that kai has to endure but it has to be mentioned. jongin has been called every name in the book and people agonize him over his skin incessantly. it goes on and on and on. every day a new terrible comment about him emerges because some pitiful person thought it was funny and would elevate them. 

he’s had to deflect, ignore, reframe, defend, remotivate, assert, harden, prove, denounce, and push himself, protect his confidence, decline skin bleaching constantly, laugh along, dance and practice thrice as hard to get the respect, and still see his dignity torn to pieces all day. i’ll just give it to you straight, that’s all fucked up. kai’s skin is perfect, he’s amazing and wonderful. 

in his own words:

— exactly right. say it even louder.

having him at the bottom of every joke is weird and messed up. this man is an utter beauty and nothing has to be fixed. it is up to him to define himself rather than get called ugly for his skin’s appearance by default, and get whitewashed at every opportunity. it’s been going on for 27 years, he scrunitizes himself all the time and doesn’t look at himself fondly because he hears these beatdowns daily.

it’s heartbreaking that this happens literally with no end in sight (’kai is just a stripper!’... ‘he has bad vibes’... ‘darkest guy jongin!’). for his skin, and how he decides to show it, too. jesus christ his skin looks fantastic, end of debate. they just can’t handle him, kai couldn’t be any more immaculate.

♡

jongin has vigorously protected fans from discrimination, bullies, and shaming himself whenever it came up. in a very straightforward and deadpan manner because he knows exactly how it damages you. (”J” in the subtitles = jongin, he’s wearing the plain white top at the very back)

we need to protect and praise him that way right back. it’s important.

so, needless to say. all in for jongin getting the center stage he deserves. because he has the wow factor in every regard. kai usually opens an MV because there’s no better way to get people’s attention with that level of presence. with kai, you can’t go wrong. if you get the center in a an all star group like superm, you are the king.

being part of that presence, kai’s stage alter ego has reached levels of infamity you can’t even imagine. it’s great to see him being sovereign without apology.

and it doesn’t stop there. he shows time and again that acting, props, and commanding the audience has to be mastered to be an exceptional dancer. kai owns his sex appeal. sometimes, he even dances a portion of choreo with his eyes closed because he’s feeling it so much.

he is a pro in using his surroundings as well, superm’s stages are a glorious opportunity for kai to show how he comfortably ‘lives in’ the 3D space around him.

which makes the viewer do the same: watching kai makes you feel amazing, energized, but also serene and enjoying the moment. 

there’s always balance. it’s the magic of it. e.g. he comes along with so much impetus and decisiveness but eventually, he halts to offer himself. here i am — take me. i’m yours. closed arms, open arms. walking, kneeling. looking down, looking up.

kai goes every extra mile there ever was and makes each eye contact count. involving the audience, one grin at a time. it works. it’s about establishing contact. he connects to the onlooker with so much nuance. 

kai’s smirk is notorious and you can see why it’s so raw and real: he makes it linger. it’s such a duality since his dancing says i’ll come over, while his message is come and get me, i know what’s on your mind.

with a hilarious twist – kai expertly uses humor. you don’t get that in many dancer repertoires. i love it. all those quick expression changes. his smile! 😊 what a man.

so — what makes him so good and known: yes, his style doesn’t deny that dancing and eroticism are one in his business. that takes courage. kai has it. iconic performances have been his reward. point dance/killing part: exo’s love shot choreo. 

that suit has swept the nation. what’s more: kai shows you it’s more than just good hip movement that a good dancer needs. he does everything at once, he puts the pleasure on his face, all his limbs are following the template he chooses.

the thing is. kai couldn’t be any shyer, but when the music starts he becomes a oscar-winning madman. he emotes constantly (!) and stays in character. this is gold.

jongin always plays it up. he knows how to use that face and does a lot of power posing. this is how visceral looks like. he’s interpreted exo’s aggressive concepts to a T.

and he has so. much. fun. it propels him. on every beat.

past every hurt, heartbreak and injury, man. if you know about his genre you knew this was coming, kai does all of that with 4 herniated discs. since debut days, never recovered. every gif in this thread, he dances with a battered spine. wheelchairs, stage collapses, relapse-recovery-schedule tales, the dilemma of injuries being inevitable, limping, kai falling into depression during breaks, constant pain killers, countless tears on stage, we’ve seen it all, the extreme end of it. 

kai works out like hell to literally keep his body from falling apart. but it doesn’t help the nerves in his back that are impacted. doing choreo you can sometimes literally see the pain kicking in and he pulls himself through with force for the last minute. once you know how strained his back is, you can see it.

at the end his expression goes fuck now it’s coming when the adrenaline fades. he takes every second-pause he gets to rest but still finishes each move. even when he holds back, he keeps it together and executes each turn. sometimes, he has to restrict himself and soften his movements to protect his health (especially in hard choreographies such as lucky one which is universally disliked by exo — still jongin makes the very best of it smiling bright and dancing so hard his sleeves come off).

he frequently states he ‘dances in any case unless his legs are affected by something’. all torso injuries are fair game, this guy is hardcore. and people claim he’s just pretending. chen (a fellow exo member) says not a single part of jongin’s body is intact. he has paid every price to get this far to follow his love. he’ll step on stage with crutches. he works SO HARD.

that being said: exo being called the official nation’s group, i say kai is the nation’s dancer. period. he has had his great moment at the korean olympics flawlessly dancing in a hanbok with traditional instruments and fulfilling his dream. 

i love the tension and drama he can bring. he can also thrill with slow, vulnerable movements alike.

kai’s is called a legend, he’s all that and even more. the facial expressions alone are feared by any kai stan because they hit home. 

this guy is a sex icon and goes off like a gun, messing around was never kai’s incentive. 

while at the same time being incredibly nuanced and so, so descriptive with his movements.

point dance: baby don’t cry. yep, kai has danced in water. must-watch.

this man loves what he is doing. he said he wouldn’t regret to die on stage because dancing is his destiny. boy, it shows. this guy has found his purpose. he can tell any story he wants. he’s a complete artist.

he’s perfectly portraying his incentive and he couldn’t look any more like a god on earth.

long story short, kai is dance and motivation goals. if you dance professionally, you can easily look toward him for the right words.

if you want to further your study and knowledge: he released a self-titled solo album recently. highly recommended. he worked forever on it, and he’s really dishing it on there. you get to hear his soft voice plus sizzling footwork. and he isn’t even getting started yet. you’ll hear from kai, i promise. he constantly achieves new levels of artistic perfection.

a last remark. jongin is amazing for a myriad of reasons that go beyond what i show you here given the post focuses on his work on stage. but the point stands, while other people have tried to break him, he broke through every barricade instead and stood up for himself. we can be extremely happy to have him and witnessing his unreal dance is an exceptional pleasure. here’s to jongin continuing his passion and confidence, healing, and getting the sweeping respect and acknowledgement that is his.

[visceravalentines]

2, 3, 4, 16, and 35 for the weird writer asks? 🤗

ACE omg ily. I hope you are having the chillest Sunday!

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

Yes! I was a really prolific writer as a teen in high school and I wrote a lot of fanfiction and a ton of original fiction by hand in notebooks during class. Then I would go home and type it up. It was definitely tedious, but it also lent itself really well to an initial edit. There's also something frenzied and organic about writing by hand, makes you feel like a tormented soul penning an urgent letter.

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Lately, I've been writing mostly in the evenings with the accompaniment of a beer and two mini soft pretzels fresh out the microwave. I don't know that it's cursed but it has Pavlov'd me into wanting soft pretzels every time I go to write.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

This is stupid, but the word snack. It sounds to me like the chewy sound of like, fruit snacks or a dog munching kibble. It's a little morsel of a word. It sounds just like what it's describing. Fuck yeah I want a snack.

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

Oh my god. I did not use this, but someone did, and I inherited it. I checked out a book from the university library and I wish I could remember what it was, but anyway, tucked in the pages was a small polaroid picture of an attractive Asian man with long, gorgeous hair, lying on his side on the ground in that "come hither" pose with his shirt unbuttoned halfway. He is fully clothed including wool socks. He has the coolest, slightly smug look on his face. It is a prized possession of mine.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

I am a slut for adverbs. -Ly all over this bitch. Sure, they can be overused like anything else, but there are so many wonderful words you can turn into modifiers and sometimes it takes multiple whole sentences otherwise to achieve the same description.

[maybe-your-left]

Along the Highway

okay so set the scene... Clyde has a garage where he’s a mechanic.... and he bends ya over to see what’s under the hood n’ gives a the good ol’ southern oil change a yer life darlin’... 😉 you’re welcome for this... saddle up!

Thank you for the request @finn-ray-nal-beads​... I truly hope I delivered. but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed darlin’ 

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“Mother fucker,” you cried out when your car stalled on the highway. You were halfway towards your destination. Stuck in an old hick town in Boone County. You had no service and the closest gas station according to the signs was 10 miles down. You pulled off to the shoulder, letting the nonexistent traffic ‘whiz’ past you. 

You climbed out with your purse and phone clutched in your hand, slamming the door shut. “What am I gonna do now?” you whispered. No one had passed you for miles, you weren’t even sure that you could use your emergency AAA button in the car since there was no service. 

Sighing you stared at the highway… there was nothing to do but move forward. You made sure your car was in the park and all your valuables were stowed away in your purse or your trunk and you began your trek. Maybe when you made it to the town there would be cell service and someone could point you in the direction of a mechanic. 

After about 30 minutes you were exhausted, the West Virginia heat beating down on your back. Surely you were getting baked alive, since you decided to wear a summer sundress and sandals. Not prime walking outfit choices… thank god you remembered to pack your water bottle or else you would’ve passed out. 

In the distance, you saw a Chevron, along with a tiny strip mall. There was even a little hair salon, maybe if the mechanic was working on the car you could swing in for a trim? It couldn’t hurt to kill some time. You burst inside the station, sweaty and breathing heavily. Approaching the counter you attempted to catch your breath, “Is-is-there a mechanic nearby?” you wheezed out. 

The attendant was a young man, maybe 18 barely, looking at you like you were a wild animal. He gulped and handed you a water bottle, “Uh, yes ma’am… just down the road. Logan Family Auto… are you alright?” 

He looked at you with big eyes, watching you chug the ice-cold water, “Yes, sorry. My car broke down on the highway…” 

“Ahh,” he exhaled, “Lemme call them and the owner will pick you up and the car.” 

“Thank you,” you made your way outside, taking a seat on the bench. You flicked off one of your shoes and began rubbing the sole. You were already unbelievably sore, probably wouldn’t hurt to get a foot rub when you made it to Virginia. The entrance door dinged, “Ma’am, Mr. Logan is on his way to pick you up.” 

“Thank you so much,” you sighed. 

A few minutes later a tow truck pulled into the gas station, parking in front of the doorway. Someone climbed out of the driver’s seat and walked around the front. You weren’t paying attention, instead trying to work the knots out of your foot.

In front of you two black boots came into view, followed by a clearing of the throat, “Are y’ needin’ a lift?” 

You looked up and instantly your throat went dry… the man in front of you wasn’t a man. Better qualified as a bear, he was huge. Had long black hair tucked under a green John Deer hat, navy coveralls and he had his arms to his side, almost afraid to approach you. His face was pale, but had a few spots of grease on his cheeks, leading into his scruffy facial hair. 

“Yes,” you moaned out.

“Okay, where to?” 

In your fantasy he would’ve asked you to climb him like a tree but instead he was staring at you with pleading eyes. 

You shook your head, “Sorry, uh-yeah my car broke down on the highway… had to walk all the way here.” 

“Mmm,” he nodded. Turning around he opened the passenger door, “Come on in, I’ve got AC. We’ll get ya cooled off.” 

Standing up you stretched out, desperate to cool off inside the truck. You also could use a massage, your feet and legs were aching from the overuse. Sliding in, tucking your purse at your feet. You smoothed down your dress and waited for him to climb in. 

The mechanic hopped in, and started blasting the AC. instantly cooling your skin, you sighed, “That feels so much better.” 

“M sure it does,” he laughed, “My name's Clyde by the way.” 

“Nice to meet you Clyde, I’m (Y/N).” 

Clyde gave you a small smile, “That’s a very pretty name.” 

You blushed, looking away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were. 

The drive was long, you could barely believe that you walked this. Just imagining it again was making you sweat. You leaned onto the dashboard, desperate for some relief. Deciding to angle the vents towards your legs, you didn’t even notice the Marylin Monroe moment you were having until Clyde cleared his throat. 

“Y’ doin’ okay over there?” 

“What,” you opened your eyes and looked at him. Mistakenly shifting to wear your dress was blown up over your hips. Fully showcasing your bare thighs and sheer panties. “Shit I’m sorry!” 

You rushed to cover yourself, embarrassed of the exposure. “It’s s’okay darlin’ I’m sure you want to relax after the day y’ve had.” 

Glancing back over you noticed Clyde's eyes dart back to the road… no way, you had caught him staring at your legs. He probably got an eyeful earlier, and now he was blushing bright red. Hands gripping the steering wheel tight. You scooted over towards him, deciding to shoot your shot. Grabbing the hem of your dress you slid it back up, revealing yourself again. “Do you want to help me relax Clyde?” 

He looked over at you, eyes practically bulging out of his head. Clearing his throat he placed a hand on your bare knee, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Tightening his grip on your knee he yanked you over the seat. Pinning your left leg up towards your chest, showcasing the wet spot in your panties. Clyde's eyes darted from your center to the road, trying to not send you both off the highway. 

Bringing his hand to your core, he lightly rubbed his knuckles on the fabric. Groaning as he felt your slick through it, how it was coating your lips. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh, “Please Clyde,” 

“Y’ sure?” 

“Please or I’ll have to do it myself,” you smirked at him. 

Clyde laughs again, pulling your panties to the side and plunging two fingers in. “Fuck,” you squealed. You weren’t ready for two fingers, and they were already fucking you in and out. Dragging against your walls, soaking up in your wetness. His fingers were so long, and fat, better than any cock you had before. Giving you a few more pumps, Clyde moved his hand out, positioning his palm face up. 

“Darlin’ y’ve soaked through these,” he mumbled, eyes darting back and forth from the road and his fingers. Bringing them back to your weeping hole he shoved them in, squelching out more slick onto the seats. His fingers were curling up against your front wall, quick ‘come hither’ motions on your g-spot. 

“Clyde,” you moaned, “That feels so good… can I rub my clit? Please!” 

“Rub it baby, cum all over my fingers.” 

Your hand darted out, furiously rubbing your swollen nub. Clenching around Clyde's fingers as they continued to assault your cunt. You squeezed your eyes shut, succumbing to the blissful fullness his fingers gave you. 

You came with a shout, begging him to keep going. Gushing down his wrist while he slowly pulled off the road. Your chest was heaving, trying to center yourself, overstimulation creeping in from Clydes fingers still stuffed in your cunt. 

“Better?” Clyde asked, pulling his fingers out slowly, “Look at the mess y’ made.” Holding up his slickened hand, admiring the shine coating his middle and ring finger. You laughed as you caught your breath, watching as he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Slipping them inside, his eyes closed as he moaned at your taste coating his tongue. 

“Get outta the truck,” he commanded. Putting it into park, and yanking the keys out. Clyde slammed the door, you just sat there dumbfounded, you were not at your car yet? Why is he pulling over… 

Suddenly your door swung open behind you and Clyde yanked you out, pulling you to the front of the truck. “I thought I asked y’ to get out?” You gave him a devilish smile, leaning against the hood, pressing your tits up to the sky. “I don't know what you’re talking about…” 

Clyde swooped in, pinning you down, lips crashing into yours. Moaning into each other’s mouths, your hands went up to his neck, sliding into his luscious hair. Clyde began to grind against you, pushing your dress back up your hips. He was already so hot and bothered from fingering your, all you wanted was for him to bury his cock inside you. 

Breaking away you looked at him, silently telling him with your begging eyes what you wanted. “Are y’ gonna listen to me now or are you gonna be a troublemaker?” 

You grinned, leaning in and placing a kiss on his Adam's apple, “whatever you want Daddy.” 

He growled and flipped you around, pressing your chest onto the warm hood. His left forearm across your back to keep you from squirming around, and his right pulling up your skirt. “Gotta check an see if every thin’s all good and ready for me.” 

Pressing your ass into his jeans, desperate to feel how wet you were. He thrust forward, repinning your hips. His fingers gripped into your panties and yanked them down. “Please Clyde,” you moaned. The delicious friction making you keen for him even more. 

Clyde quickly disrobed enough to fish his cock out, rubbing it up and down your eager slit. The tip

of him catching just enough to give you a small

stretch, “Y’ think you can take me?” 

“Anything,” you bucked back, “Just fuck me.” 

He shoved inside, completely splitting you on his hard cock. Bottoming out and knocking the wind from your lungs. Both of you cried out at the tension inside you, your walls already clenching from the intrusion. Clyde pulled back, taking himself out and rubbing again before plunging back in. 

“Fuck, y’er choking my cock darlin’,” He moaned, beginning to thrust in and out at a rapid pace, “M not gonna last with y’ doin’ that.” 

You clenched around him again, his words egging you closer towards your release, “Daddy, I wanna cum on you again, please can I?” 

“Yeah baby,” he grunted, “Cum with me.” 

You both cried out, Clyde’s cock knocking into your cervix over and over. Each time shooting a mix of pain and pleasure to your walls, you were clenching all around his length. Desperate to milk all the cum he could give you. 

A few more thrusts and he stilled, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder and his ick twitched inside you. Spitting out rope after rope of his hot sticky cum into your tired pussy. Clyde pulled out, allowing you to sit up again as he steadied himself on the side of the road. You collapsed into him, your legs threatening to give out at any moment. His cum already leaking down your legs to pool inside your pulled down panties. Laughing you hoisted them up, to try and collect the rest of his spend inside you. 

Beside you Clyde was panting, the heat and the power of his thrusting had completely wiped him out. He looked over and you and grinned, “That was,” he leaned against you, “That was great darlin’.” 

You laughed again, “It sure was. Thanks, it really helped me relax.” 

He smiled back at you, “No problem… I guess we better go get yer car now.” 

[bibliocratic]

Only a little late!

Written for the prompts: AU and Touch for AspecMartinWeek

Ace Jon / Ace Martin, AU – Daemons, post 159.

They are lying dozy and lazing on the settee when Jon clears his throat and apologises.

Martin's thoughts have been like the unheeded tumbling of water through a brook. He hasn't spoken, he's sure, for a long while, not confident that he's fully awake. Jon's tucked neatly against Martin's graceless outstretch of limbs, mumbling whatever comes to mind against his throat. His breath is hot, mildly damp, condensing Martin's skin like he's fogging up a window.

There is the curiously new, near-dazed feeling that Martin is basking in like the shallow waters of some island beach. Every tension unhooked from him like an unburdened yoke, of having said everything that he has always wanted to say. Digging out the gristle of small deceits from his stumbling mouth was a stop-judder-start of a conversation, and it's been a painful, physical release to bring them up. Martin's held his hands over his mouth and the words have spilled out anyway, scraping his throat on the way up, and Jon had rubbed his back and listened as every emotion he forced down came back in nauseous waves.

It's been exhausting, feeling so much all at once. Martin's snapped and snarled and sobbed and slept a lot. And now he has the blessed relief to lie, feeling like he's dug up all the weeds of his fears, the soil of him loosened enough to allow something better to bloom.

Jon knows Martin loves him. Vast-welled, bone-down-deep. Jon knows that love will never be physical, and had still cradled him and declared him beloved, confessed that it was a form of expression he'd never sought either. Jon reframed question after question so they barely resembled enquiries at all, and Martin laid down all the cards of himself with a trustfulness he is having to practise again.

“Hm?” Martin questions sluggish. He opens a squinting, disgruntled eye, discomforted by the radiance of the room, and sees Jon gnawing on his bottom lip. He is managing to give off the impression of both staring intensely at Martin and attempting to avoid his gaze entirely.

“I'm sorry,” Jon repeats. His words are steady enough, but Emer is fluttering hither-and-thither over his head like an anxious coronet. Landing on his shoulder, antennae bobbing, crawling flustered over to his other shoulder before returning airborne in an overactive bluster of motion.

Martin has always liked watching Emer. The flash of gossamer-white wings circling Jon's head or sat on his wrist like an overly-extravagant watch while he read statements.

“Stop looking,” he used to hiss at the moving lump under his shirt, poking many orb-like eyes over his collar to stare even when Martin stopped. “It's rude.”

“What're you sorry for?” Martin asks. The question comes out squashed, half-sighed. His arm encircling Jon's shoulder, he strokes the skin of his upper arm in a light reassurance.

Jon's forehead is establishing trenches as he deepens the lines on his brow. Emer lands and whispers harsh, insistent words into his ear, but he shakes his head like shedding water, and she goes back to hovering.

“I should have asked,” Jon says finally. “I'd never.... you were always so private about him, so I mean, at first I wasn't sure he was even yours, but then – when you, when you went with Peter, and I – he was so small, and I thought he was h-half-dead and Emer wouldn't leave him. S-so I picked him up and I carried him. And I'm sorry.”

It takes a few moments for Jon's garbling to reach understanding.

“I'd kind of assumed you must have,” Martin replies slowly. “I'm the – I'm the one who left him behind.”

At the hollow of Martin's throat, he can feel the crouched and scratchy weight, still unfamiliar to him. He brings up his hand, uses a finger to stroke the short, bristling fur down his rounded abdomen. He stops, leaving his hand nearby, close but undemanding. A second later, delayed, two probing legs tap affectionately and tiredly onto the back of Martin's hand, before withdrawing again.

He was never so steady before. He used to crawl, scramble, quiver and jump, always in motion under the cover of Martin's shirts, the camouflage of his bramble-coiled hair. If he got excited, he'd jump from Martin's shoulder to ear to get his attention, chatter and chirp animatedly. Most of Martin's life, he's rarely strayed a foot from his side.

Martin doesn't feel him now. Not like it was before. There's no solid anchoring when he concentrates. Like a weak signal, a light seen through fog, a previously taut string scraped threadbare.

Peter had suggested a knife. Had even held one out to Martin with a chummy, encouraging smile. Telling him how clean it could be to slice through.

“It won't even kill you,” he had said. “Best part of it.”

“It'll hurt though,” Martin had replied dully, jaw set, as the spider quivered against his throat.

“Oh, certainly,” Peter had replied, admiring the sheen of the blade. “But you've already given away so much, Martin, what's a little more in the grand scheme of things, hm?”

Martin had refused, and Peter had sighed, pocketing the knife again, responded:

“Pity. You'll have to leave him anyway. It would be so much easier to make the separation quicker for the both of you.”

Aron hadn't said anything when Martin scooped him off his neck, setting him down on top of the tape recorder. He'd stared, resigned but with still enough expectation in him to feel betrayed.

It hadn't made the rending, punch-breathed stretching of their distance hurt less.

It had stopped hurting after a while, like everything else had.

Jon must have carried him all the way into the Lonely and out, Martin thinks, stroking Aron again. Maybe longer. The days, they've not been as clear as Martin would like. It's been as treading through murky water a lot of the time. He's not even sure when he woke up blearily, cosseted by the tight bundle of blankets Jon had barricaded him with, and felt Aron nestled in his hair like the old days.

“You couldn't have asked anyway,” Martin continues. “It's not like, well, not like I was around to say it was ok, was I?”

Jon makes a grunt of agreement, but it's one of those distracted sounds he makes when he's taken something in but not really listened.

“When you got out though,” he says, seeming, if anything, even more shame-faced. “When we got here, you didn't – you didn't even ask about him. He'd be at the other side of the house and you didn't blink at how far that was, he-he'd climb onto you and try and get your attention and you wouldn't flinch. I don't think you even knew he was there. And then Emer talked to him, wouldn't move from his side, and then – it-it was the second night, guess you don't remember but you were – you were struggling to come back to yourself. And he – he crawled onto me, and I didn't – I didn't push him away.”

“I'm not mad at you, Jon,” Martin says. “'s like you said. I wasn't – I wasn't in the right place. You kept him safe, how could I be mad?”

Jon nods stiffly. Looks at Aron. Martin likes the way Jon looks at him, carefully, like something might have changed while he wasn't looking.

“I just... thought I should apologise,” he says, more lamely than before. “It's not right, to go around touching other people's.... Anyway. I won't – won't do it again.”

Aron's chelicerae twitch against Martin's adam's apple.

“What's your thoughts on all this then?” Martin says, directing it lowly at Aron.

He's not expecting a response. Their conversations have been stilted, working through the gap Martin ripped between them. Those last few months, they'd mostly fought. Peter Lukas' arrival had found Aron sullen and petty, argumentative and frightened, and Martin had ignored him or snapped back in kind. Aron had stopped speaking to him long before Lukas dragged him into the Lonely, and it's a slow cautious revival, to find out how to talk to each other again.

Aron unfolds his legs carefully, creeps unobtrusively up to the side of Martin's face to lurk near his ear. Even as a bigger example of his species, he's still about the length of Martin's thumb. He flexes the stubby pedipalps under his eyes like he's kneading something.

“He's the best decision you've made in a long time,” he says resolutely to Martin. “He loved me even when you thought you couldn't.”

Martin's mouth is raw from saying sorry but he murmurs it again. Aron's front legs tap him like a reassurance.

“Would you like to?” Martin turns to Jon, who is militantly trying not to listen to their conversation. Emer is circling the ceiling as though to further compound the gesture of privacy. “Touch him, mean – intentionally this time?”

When Martin was younger and working everything out, he'd diligently done his research on the ways he thought he was failing. He'd watched a lot of films, read a lot of books. Romantic stuff, filled with swelling, stirring scores, or purple-prose dramatic declarations of passion. It's quite a common trope in a lot of these; the couples confessing their tormented adoration, their daemons touching, tail in tail or rough-housing in play. Then one half of the couple will reach out, suddenly tender, tangle their fingers in the fur of the other's daemon or scrape along their scales. The other will gasp like they've been shocked, their body rocking with the aftermath of it, before they follow with shaking hands. Martin would replay those moments of intimate connection, fantasising about how someone might hold his own bristled and secretive soul.

It inevitably leads to sex. And Martin would switch it off, then, feeling nonplussed and uncomfortable and wondering if that part was necessary.

It doesn't matter to Martin if Jon doesn't want to, if he never touches Aron again. Jon's already carried his soul so many miles.

It's important to him that Jon knows he can. That Martin wants him to, that Martin trusts him with Aron more than he trusts himself.

Jon's face goes a dark spasm of oxblood red.

“It's – I mean – I'd – course I'd – that's a lot though, are you sure – ?”

Emer chooses that moment to make some quick fed-up comment to Jon before decisively fluttering down and landing on Martin's nose.

Jon gives a squeaking, mildly scandalised gasp. So does Martin, more at the shock.

It doesn't feel like how he expected it might.

There's no rush, no swelling violins or heightened poetry.

“Hey,” he whispers to the white-winged moth. Emer preens, giving a show-off little flap before closing her wings against her back.

“She's beautiful,” he says to Jon sincerely.

Jon's holding his breath like he's trying not to disturb the moment.

“How – how do you feel?” He asks tentatively, his words slightly strangled.

“Warm,” Martin says. There's a steady coil of heat in his chest that matches the warmth of their close-knit afternoon. He feels beheld in the surest of light, cherished and reverential, the same feeling he gets whenever Jon says he loves him.

“Like you expected?”

Martin told Jon about the films he'd watched, the books he'd read, the expressions and sensations he'd thought would make him happier. Jon had listened in the blanketing dark of the evening, and admitted the same in kind.

“I mean, I still don't feel much of an urge to suddenly rip your clothes off, if that's what you're asking.”

Jon's lips hook up in a smile, releasing some of his nervous tension.

“How disappointing,” he intones, and Martin, going a little cross-eyed staring at the speckling spots of black over the fuzz coating Emer's body, laughs.

He reaches up, his hands gone a little shivery, glances over at Jon.

“Can I...?” he asks.

Jon gives a jerking motion, looking like a rather demented nodding dog in his poorly disguised eagerness.

“Er – y-eah – that would be – I-I'd like that.”

Martin strokes a blunt nail from her thorax down.

“Oh,” Jon says, sounding more than a little awestruck. If possible, he sinks even more limbless against Martin. “That's.... that's lovely.”

Martin strokes Emer for a while, rhythmically rubbing the fur with a precise concentrated effort. Jon hums, looking dazed and pleased.

He wonders if it'll feel the same with Jon touching Aron. If Martin will be able to tell, if the sensation will be muted or altered in some way.

Aron, impatient and with apparently less decorum about the whole thing, gives a restless huff and decides to find out himself by jumping onto Jon.

Jon, jolted from his near-soporific state, rather valiantly does not shriek or flail the way he might if an actual spider flung itself onto him. He jerks but makes a serious effort to hold himself ramrod still.

“Stop it,” Martin warns.

“You are absolutely no fun,” Aron answers back playfully as he skitters down to where Jon's hands are. Jon if anything holds himself even more still.

Aron reaches his wrist and taps the skin there, waiting. Slowly, Jon cups his hands together, and Aron clambers delicately onto his palms. Jon's face is making another one of those wowed expressions. Martin feels another pulse of that settling warmth, not as dulled as before, strengthening as Jon rubs a self-conscious finger down Aron's abdomen.

Martin feels Emer flutter up and settle against his hair as he hums and closes his eyes, his soul held in the safest hands he knows.

[emma-what-son]

(Echee post) Emma Watson gets drunk and scales a fence naked

Posted on March 20, 2014

In her new interview for Elle Emma admitted something that correlates a tweet from a witness from in July 2011 on location filming Perks of being a Wallflower From snitchseeker.com May 2014, "Among her exploits: She dated a costar Johnny Simmons, and she broke into a swimming pool at 3 A.M. "It was at a hotel," she reports happily. "It had a gate around it. My friends turned around and basically, I was gone. And the next thing they saw was me seven feet up in the air, scaling this fence." This, apparently, is not as out of character as we might suppose. Watson says coyly: "I shouldn’t be able to get away with what I’m getting away with." Here is the tweet from July 2011 and here is a POST I originally posted it in at the time "@_MarieChristine $*MarieChristine; Saw @EmWatson get so drunk that she got naked n climbed the fence to go into the swimming pool at my friend's hotel......http://twitter.com/#!/_MarieChristine." So it was true. I'm not posting the quotes here (I'll link the posts with them below) but to generalize this is a girl that claims to be shy and doesn’t like to party and doesn’t drink to have a good time because it makes her really sleepy and she’s just so boring she says and blah, blah blah. She sucks people in with these statements are herself that makes people like her. It's not just about drinking and getting drunk but everything. Nothing about her is genuine in any shape or form. She is a fraud.

In a recent interview for Wonderland Magazine Emma admitted like she always has which has been one big lie that she's boring and doesn't like being the center of attention.

So in her Wonderland magazine Emma says she shy, socially awkward and a introverted person. For some reason I don't believe her. There are certain things about her that leads me to believe she is not shy or the least bit introverted. The first part of this question asked her straight out as she ever wanted to go off the rails and get drunk and she talked about getting a tattoo but never fully answered that question. The follow up question which is split below in two parts was, "But you’re not as puritanical as that, Emma" So let's look at some thing 1.) From wonderlandmagazine.com Feb 2014, "The truth is that I’m genuinely a shy, socially awkward, introverted person." Posing half naked

For years Emma has said she was shy. From topcelebrityheadlines.com June 2011, "I’m shy." From zimbio.com May 2011, "It's really hard to have a love story for me. I'm a famous actress. And I'm shy." From digitalspy.com October 2010, "Actually, I'm quite shy. I've never liked attention." From iheartwatson.net June 2011 “I still feel shy, but I feel more like I can accept it.” Her come hither looks which I limited for space reasons. There are many and I left out new ones from the Noah premiere. This is not a trait of shy and introverted people.

I doubt a truly shy and introverted people are going to say they'll strip to gain approval for anything. From mtv.com November 2010 (NYC Deathly Hallows) When we caught up with Watson just before she ducked into the theater, we informed her that 90 percent of our viewers had given her wardrobe choice — a specially made Calvin Klein gown — an enthusiastic thumbs-up in an MTV News online poll "Awww, really? Wow, that's such a high percentage!" she exclaimed. "Wow, I aced it, obviously. That's great." While 90 percent is definitely a high number, what might she do in order to get the full 100 percent of viewers' approval? "I don't know, take it off?" she quipped. Then there is her modeling which doesn't strike me as someone that is shy or introverted.

So shy and introverted she can tell a radio host some guy thinks she looks good naked From nudography.com 2008 'Harry Potter' film actress Emma Watson has said she would do a nude scene in a future film or stage role if the script called for it. Watson got on the topic of getting naked on BBC's Live Five radio "I think it's wonderful that Daniel is willing to be so brave for his craft. It's a big risk doing something like this while being so internationally known, but he's a true professional". When asked if she would ever bare all for her art, Watson replied, "Yes, absolutely. I would do it if the script called for it. I guess I would be a little nervous, but I've been told I look good naked, so I guess I've got little to worry about". When Shaffer asked Watson who thinks she looks good naked, she playfully said, "Now, now! I won't say. But I trust his expert opinion." Then there is her attention seeking along with her sultry poses and outfits she sometimes wears. Below is a series of photos from the Cannes for TBR. Everyone is walking up the steps arm and arm but Emma stops to grab the spotlight. Once she takes the arm of a cast mate she can't stop turning around smiling, giggling and waving. Once she gets to the top she hooting and hollering and then blows a series of kisses as her cast mates walk inside. This is not someone that is shy and introverted.

Claiming she wished she did more naughty things is yet another example of what a shy and introverted person would not say. From harrypotterfan.net Nov 2010, "I wished I’d done more naughty things. Three months ago I cut my hair and at that moment I felt I became a woman. I’m ready to start taking risks. I feel less girlish than ever." ... cough ... cough... From emma-watson.net September 2013 (GQ awards), “Given the perilousness in the journey from child star to adult, any award with ‘Woman’ in the title is frankly a relief!” <---- thought she, "I’ve never been in a terrible rush to be seen as a woman.” Then there is the choices of some of her outfits. If you're shy and introverted you're not going to show some flesh and you're certainly not going to show some flesh on TV or at a strip club. The last thing you want to do is draw attention to yourself. You'd be more than happy to dress modestly. There are just a few and I limited them for space reason as well. I left out her recent plunging neckline outfit from the Noah premiere in Madrid and many others like her famed 2009 HBP premiere wardrobe malfunction outfit.

From Elle magazine April 2011 iheartwatson.net, "Does having short hair make you dress differently? ’I think it’s made me bolder in my fashion choices. It’s allowed me to dress more sexily.’” cough ... cough... From omg.yahoo.com W magazine May 2013, “I’ve never wanted to grow up too fast: I wanted to wear a sports bra until I was 22! The allure of being sexy never really held any excitement for me. I’ve never been in a terrible rush to be seen as a woman.” Never heard of a shy and introverted person want o dress more sexually because of a haircut. Then there is her constant blowing of kisses which she does a lot of which all the classic pin ups like Marilyn Monroe ands other used to do. I guess it has nothing to do with shyness but introverted people are not going to go around blowing kisses at people or into the camera.

Then there are moments like this. Who does this? Shy and introverted? I think not. This is begging for attention and just plain weird.

Blowing kisses, posing, giving that sultry look and just enjoying all the attention is not the trait of a shy and introverted person.

Now the only thing I believe her on is the socially awkward part.

Now to the second part of that quote 2.) "At a big party, I’m like Bambie in the headlights. It’s too much stimulation for me, which is why I end up going to the bathroom! I need time outs! You’ve seen me at parties, Derek. I get anxious. I’m terrible at small talk and I have a ridiculously short attention span." I doubt this is true. She loves to be the center of attention on red carpets. She loves the attention. So why would parties be any different? At Coachella (bottom left photo) she was moshing at some points on stage.

This video shows her dancing on stage but there is another I lost of a video shooting down from the stage over Emma's head and you can see she's in plain view of the thousands in attendance. When I find it I'll post it. Shy and introverted people that can't take all the stimulation like she says would not put themselves out there amongst strangers and onlookers. If so, what kind of shy and introverted person is that? To see her drunk/leaving clubs and to read her contradicting quotes about drinking click these links below Emma doesn't like to party Emma never goes clubbing Emma can drink like sailor Emma lied about not drinking at Brown So basically like so much I covered on this blog by exposing her BS this is yet another example One more thing and it's a quote I've posted many times but she keeps on changing her tune In this new interview I started this post off with she also said From snitchseeker.com May 2014, "I was being offered roles that I didn’t feel were very complicated," she says. "Women that were a bit one-dimensional. Roles that required me to be one thing. Real women never are." So, rather than embrace mediocre work, she hid out in Providence, Rhode Island, emerging only for projects that would both stretch her muscles and challenge her public persona." But yet she said something different during her time at Brown From aceshowbiz.com November 2010 She tells U.S. magazine Parade, "I get some amazing offers to act, and sometimes it's hard to say, 'No, I'm going to stay here and do my homework.' People are like, 'What do you mean she's not available?' This college experience is really important to me, and I won't give it up." And yet it was not about roles at all two years ago. It was about her studying From nytimes.com September 2012, “Why hasn’t she done more films before now? “I think at first I didn’t because I was always either studying or filming, I didn’t have time to go off and do other films or other things to sort of show people that, Oh, she is not just Hermione, she is an actress and she can go and do these other parts and roles." So which is the truth and which is the lie?  So Sam in Perks and Nicki in TBR were complicated roles that she ended up leaving two Universities for? How about her small role in MWWM that took her a little over a week to film?

[portals-to-a-new-world]

A Bad Boy

*gif not mine*

Who?: Leonard “Bones” McCoy x Reader

What?: Bones doesn’t want to go to a random 1920s themed party, so Y/n offers him a challenge. Smut ensues.

Series?: Yes! Sequel to A Good Suit

Word Count: 5.3k+ (TRUST ME I KNOW I’M SCREAMING TOO)

Warnings: Listen. We all know I’m a slut for suits. So you can bet your ass this is as smutty as all hell. That being said, semi public almost smut, language, being tied up, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), oral (male receiving), mild choking, dom!reader, listen it’s straight filth kay? Kay,

A/n: Okay so. Surprise? Lol I had been toying with this idea since I wrote Suit but it only came around thanks to @bakerstreethound​ mentioning having a 1920s themed party and well. This just spat itself out �� As always, thank you so much to Ace for everything she does. She’s an angel and I love her. 

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“There is no way in hell-”

“Aw, come on, Leo! You haven’t even seen my dress yet!” You called out the open door. You could hear him scoff and grumble a reply from the bedroom. Shaking your head, you resumed the somewhat tricky task of styling your hair in the period-accurate style you’d picked out. Once finished, you wrapped your robe tighter around you and walked back into the bedroom, grinning at the sight that greeted you. You’d been planning both Leonard’s and your outfits since the party was announced, and you couldn’t have been happier with the results. You’d picked out a blue pinstriped suit, complete with a black vest and royal blue silk tie for Len. And damn if he didn’t make you want to forget the whole thing and just drag him back to bed. He raised an eyebrow as he turned when you entered the room.

“I don’t think that robe constitutes as a dress, let alone being period-accurate, darlin’” You rolled your eyes and ignored him as you walked to the closet. You grabbed the dress you’d picked out, a classic flapper style that was solid black with gold accents, and laid it on the bed. Leonard whistled as you shrugged out of the robe, and you couldn’t keep a grin from forming as he walked over. “Now, I know for a fact that ain’t accurate.” He said, reaching up to play with the strap of your bra. In fairness, he was right. The lingerie you’d picked out would have never passed for accurate, but you’d known that when you chose it. You’d also predicted that it would absolutely drive Leonard mad. You winked at him as you replied.

“Just have to be our little secret.” He scoffed, moving to kiss you, but you turned away before he could. “Besides, they had garter belts towards the end of the decade.” You grabbed the dress and slid it on. “Zip me?” You asked, and he happily obliged. You smoothed the dress out before turning back to face him. “Whatcha think?” You asked, holding your arms out. He offered his hand, and you giggled as he twirled you and pulled you against his chest.

“Gorgeous as ever.” He said softly. “Let me tear it off and show my appreciation?” His lips were ghosting yours, and you leaned forward into the kiss. Clearly thinking he’d won, his hands reached down and began to pull your dress up, but you pulled away and grabbed his wrists.

“After.” You said with a grin. He huffed and swung his head in annoyed resignation. Suddenly something occurred to him, and he turned back.

“I seem to recall you sayin that you’d never be able to be around me in a suit without jumping me.” You took a step back to admire his form and nodded.

“And I fully intend to, after we get back.” You said, stepping around him to grab your bag. He spoke up a few moments later.

“What do you say to a compromise?” He asked. You turned back to look at him.

“I’m listening.” You said with a bemused smile on your face.

“We go, but we leave early.” You considered his proposition for a moment when an idea struck you. You grinned mischievously as you walked towards the door.

“I’ll tell you what, McCoy. How about a challenge instead?” He raised an eyebrow in question. “If you can manage to get this,” You pulled your dress up to point at the garter resting on your thigh. “Off of me, I’ll leave early with you.” You slid your skirt back down as he scoffed.

“And just how the hell am I supposed to do that?” He asked, accent twanging slightly. You shrugged with a smirk.

“You’re the one with the legendary hands. That’s the offer, though. Take it or leave it.” He stood still for a few moments, thinking it through. You beamed when he finally nodded his head.

“Fine, but when I-”

“If.” You cut him off, but he just gave you a look before continuing.

“When I get these legendary hands on you, you’re gonna regret it.” The smirk was still plastered on your face as you replied.

“We’ll see about that, Doctor.”

The rules were simple. Leonard couldn’t just blatantly reach up your dress, and you couldn’t refasten any straps once he’d got them undone. His first few attempts consisted of him trying to cheat and just force the garter down by running his hands down your thigh. He finally gave up that notion after nearly being busted by Jim.

“This is impossible.” He grouched when Jim had walked away. You laughed and took his hand to drag him over to one of the tables that had been set up around the room. “What-” You cut off his question by placing his hand over the front clasp of the belt.

“The dress is loose, Leonard.” You guided his fingers, keeping close as to not draw attention. “It’s like using a towel to pick something up.” He finally caught on, and the strap was unhooked a few seconds later. His hand started to move around to the back of your thigh, but you caught his wrist and pulled it away. “I ain’t letting you win that easy, cowboy.” You said, earning a huff. “I will let it count, though, so that means you’re a third of the way there.” You leaned up as you spoke and trapped his hand against his chest. He leaned down to meet you, then rolled his eyes when you pulled away at the last second. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

“Fine. Bring me a bourbon?” He asked as you walked away, and you threw him a thumbs up over your shoulder.

“Sure thing, pretty boy.” You swayed in time to the music as you made your way over to the bar. It took you a moment to get the frazzled bartender’s attention, and once you told him your order, you turned to face the crowd. As your eyes slid over the throng, you spotted your best friend in a secluded corner with a handsome stranger clad in a dark tux. You grinned, it had taken you hours to convince her to come at all, and judging by the way the man was whispering in her ear, it was more than worth the effort. She caught your eye and smirked, but before you could wave, she nodded her head back in your direction. Following her gaze, your heart skipped a beat as your eyes found Leonard. He was looking at you like a slice of Ma’s peach cobbler, and he smirked as you began to blush. Damn that man. Despite the heat in your cheeks, you held his gaze, almost silently conversing across the room. Your lips began to turn up in a smirk as well as you realized what he was attempting to do.

“Your drinks, ma’am.” The bartender spoke behind you, and you spun and flashed him a grin.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” He smiled back, and you grabbed the drinks and turned back to face Leonard. Still smirking, he lifted a hand and pulled his classic ‘come hither’ gesture. Oh, that’s it. You turned back in the direction of your friend, finding her being led towards the balcony. She happened to look over right at that moment, and you waved her down and started towards her. She leaned up to speak to her mysterious new friend, and they seemed to argue for a moment before he finally walked away right as you approached. She smiled as you wrapped her in a hug.

“Someone’s having an interesting evening, huh?” She asked when you broke apart. You snorted and gave her a playful shove.

“Look who’s talking!” She flushed and glanced over at the man, now standing at the bar. You giggled and set the drinks down.

“I wouldn’t bother setting those down.” She said, tilting her head to point over your shoulder. “Here comes trouble.” You looked behind you and groaned. Leonard was attempting to make his way through the crowd to you.

“What am I gonna do with that man, Sparky?” You said, earning a small squeak. You laughed and turned back to her.

“You know I hate it when you call me that.”

“Mhm, but you love it when he does.” She huffed and crossed her arms.

“He’s not here, though, is he?” She quipped. You shrugged, still laughing. “You know, that’s a real nice tie your husband is wearing.” It took you a moment to process the conversational left turn, but once you realized what she meant, you couldn’t keep the evil grin from emerging.

“You’re a genius, yknow that?” She winked at you, but before she could respond, a hand landed on your back.

“Good evening, Ensign.” You turned your head to find Leonard smiling politely.

“Doctor McCoy. You look rather lovely tonight.” Your friend said. Leonard smiled a little wider and nodded at her.

“Thank you, and so do you.” He turned his head to look down at you for a moment before looking back at her. “Do you mind if I borrow our (YN)?” She looked at you, and you rolled your eyes before nodding.

“Not at all! I believe my new friend wants my attention anyway.” She said, turning her attention towards the man in question. You looked over at the bar where he stood staring. “(Yn), let me know how that project goes, okay?” She asked pointedly. You grinned and shot her a wink.

“Of course, Sparky.” You said. She rolled her eyes, but her grin gave her away as she turned to leave. “Something I can help you with, Doctor?” You asked, turning your attention once again to the man beside you. He said nothing and instead pulled you out onto the deserted balcony. The door barely closed behind you before his lips were on yours, and you were suddenly grateful for the railing behind you. His hand began to slowly drift down your waist as he kissed you, almost reaching its destination before you once again grabbed his wrist to stop him. He broke away from your lips to lean down and start kissing at your neck. “Can we just skip to the part where you give in and leave already?” He rumbled as he nipped at the spot beneath your ear that never failed to make you gasp.

“And what makes you think I’ll give in, Leo?” You asked, slightly breathless. He pulled back with a smirk.

“Cause you can’t resist me.” Your own lips curled up into a smirk at his response.

“If you’re so confident, how about we up the stakes?” You asked. He took a step back and crossed his arms across his chest, gesturing with one hand to indicate he was listening. “I’ll give you one hour to unfasten the remaining three straps.”

“Just unfasten, not remove the garters?” He asked, his hand moving up to sit beneath his chin in his signature thinking pose. You nodded and closed the distance between the two of you.

“Correct. But if you fail,” You reached up to straighten his tie before giving it a sharp tug. “I’m afraid your hands are tied.” He looked down at his chest, his eyes lighting up at your implication.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sugar.” He said with a cocky grin. You chuckled and offered him a hand.

“Do we have a deal then?” You asked. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into a kiss.

“Game on, sweetheart.”

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If you thought Leonard was handsy before, it was nothing compared to his renewed determination. His hands scarcely left your body for more than a minute or two, much to the chagrin of everyone you tried to speak to. Impressively, he managed to get one strap unhooked within the first ten minutes, catching you off guard from behind. The second one took him much longer, nearly forty minutes into the challenge. He pulled it off while sitting at one of the tables out on the balcony with Jim and Spock. He had slipped his hand subtly beneath the table, and your dress, while arguing with them over the nuances of 1920s culture. You had been so impressed with his composure that he’d had the strap unhooked before you could even attempt to stop him. The only visible hint of a reaction at his success was a slight twitch of his lips, and you struggled to maintain your own composure as he slipped his hand further up your dress. He continued speaking as he began to stroke the sensitive flesh on your inner thigh, slowly dragging his fingers higher until he was brushing up against your panty covered core. Right as you began to think he was going to finger you right there in front of God and everybody, Spock turned his attention to you. 

“Lieutenant, what is your opinion on the matter?” Heat flooded your cheeks as you tried to subtly shove Leonard’s hand away.

“I’m sorry, I must have zoned out. What are we discussing?” You said, hoping your voice didn’t betray your racing heart rate. If Spock noticed anything about your husband having his fingers damn near inside you a few seconds prior, he gave no indication as he replied.

“The role that women commonly referred to as ‘flappers’ played in the rapid changes following the passing of the 19th amendment.” Jim was the next to speak, his eyebrows raised at the way Leonard was trying to hide his smirk behind his drink.

“I don’t think they had that big of an influence. Suffragettes were the true feminists of the early 20th century.” He said. Deciding to get a little payback, you shifted in your seat, disguising your movement as you placed your hand on Leonard’s knee. The man himself tensed, and his eyes darted over to you as he realized what you were doing. 

“Well, now, I disagree, Kirk. While the suffragettes did lay the groundwork for feminism as a whole, flappers were the first to advocate for de facto equality.” You said. Leonard sat his glass back on the table and twitched in his seat as you lifted your hand a little higher to squeeze his thigh. “They represented a whole new woman, one who was strong, independent, and liberated from society’s views on sexuality and ‘proper’ behavior.” You slowly slid your hand higher as you spoke until you were grasping Leonard’s half-hard cock through his pants. You turned your head to look at him as you continued. “Absolute queens, wouldn’t you agree, Len?” He inhaled sharply as you began to stroke him, your movements still subtle enough to go unnoticed. Seemingly unable to speak without giving himself away, he simply nodded, and you grinned and released him. 

“Well spoken, Lieutenant (YLN).” Spock said, still oblivious to what was happening just across the table. Jim, on the other hand, seemed to have picked up on your little game, and he was looking at you in a mix of shock, amusement, and mild disgust. You shrugged slightly and shot him a subtle wink.

“Thank you, Commander.” You said. Jim stood to his feet and walked over to clap a hand on the Vulcan’s shoulder.

“Come on, Spock. I think Bones isn’t feeling too well.” Jim said, and Leonard shot him a glare. Spock turned to look at Len in concern.

“Is everything alright, Doctor?” He asked. Leonard nodded, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, must have eaten something bad,” Len mumbled. “I’ll be fine.” You suppressed the smirk threatening to emerge as he shifted slightly. Mercifully for him, Spock simply nodded and followed Kirk away to another table where Chekov and Sulu were laughing. The moment the two were out of earshot, Leonard was turning to glare at you. “Are you out of your mind?!” He demanded.

“You started it, McCoy.” You stood as he looked around, making sure no one was watching as he adjusted himself. You walked behind him and leaned down to press your lips against his ear. “Oh, and you’ve got less than fifteen minutes to go. I’m starting to think you want to be my little plaything for the night.” You could feel him shudder at your words, bringing a smug smirk to your lips. 

“Darlin’,” He groaned as he reached around to grab your wrist. You tugged it loose, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair instead. 

“Tick tock, Doctor.” His eyes closed as you dragged your nails along his scalp, a shuddering sigh escaping him. 

“If I win, I’m gonna make you scream until the sun comes up.” He said darkly. You huffed out a laugh and tilted his head to kiss him.

“And when I win, I’ll make those pretty lips of yours beg for me, and maybe, if you’re really,” You kissed him again, hard. “Really good for me, I might even say yes.” He growled and leaned back in to kiss you, but you stood up straight and walked away. Going by your estimates, it would take him around five minutes to get himself back into a state where he could walk around comfortably, and then another two to locate you in the crowd. You wandered the room, speaking to various crewmates and keeping an eye on the clock as you did. Five minutes passed uneventfully, and you were grinning as you continued moving about the room. When another five passed with no sign of him, though, you began to worry. Surely he should have found me by now? You began to search the crowd, looking for him. I hope he’s not actually upset. Suddenly you spotted him, his tall form retreating towards the door. You headed towards him, challenge forgotten as you rushed to catch up. “Leonard!” You called out as he stepped through the door, but he either didn’t hear you or ignored you as he kept going. You picked up the pace, dodging through other people until you finally made it to the door. You swung it open and stepped out, snapping your head left and right to look for him. A yelp escaped you as hands grabbed you and pulled you out the door before slamming you against the wall. You barely had a moment to recognize who it was before a pair of familiar lips crashed into yours, and some part of you registered the sound of your watch beeping as you melted into the kiss. You didn’t bother stopping him as he reached to yank the final strap loose before pulling back with a triumphant smirk. 

“I win.” You laughed and let your head fall back against the wall. His face fell as you continued to laugh. “What, damn it!” You swiped at your eyes before holding up your still beeping watch. 

“About 3 seconds too late, darlin.” You said, and he glared at the watch before tilting his head and groaning in frustration. 

“Fu-.” He looked back at you and sighed. “I guess I’m all yours then, sugar.” You grinned and kissed him once again.

“As if there was ever any doubt.”

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Despite grumbling and scowling all the way home, the moment you walked through the door to your shared apartment, Leonard’s enthusiasm began to shine through. 

“So, what does the lady have planned?” He asked, a hint of darkened lust underlying his flippant tone. You glanced at him over your shoulder as you reached down to undo your shoes. 

“Lose the jacket, the vest, and the shoes. Socks too, if you want. All the rest can stay. Go wait on the bed while I get this makeup off.” You said.

“Aye, Captain.” He gave a dramatic bow and a wink before disappearing into the bedroom. A rush of anticipation hit you, leaving you almost giddy as you sped through removing your makeup and taking your hair down. Leonard was lying back on the bed as you walked in, arm over his eyes.

“Do you know what I ought to do to you for all the trouble you’ve caused tonight, McCoy?” You asked as you approached the bed. He sat up, cocky smirk out in full force.

“Not exactly, but a man can dream.” He said. Keeping your expression neutral, you walked over to the bed and turned your back to him. 

“Let’s put those sinful hands of yours to use while you still have the chance. Unzip me.” He stood and dragged his hand up your side before grabbing the zipper. His lips found your neck as he slowly pulled the zipper down, ghosting his fingers along every inch of skin that was revealed. You let him have his fill for a few moments, but he was gonna have to learn that his hands could be more trouble than good. You spun, relishing in the look of surprise on his face as you pushed him back down on the bed. He licked his lips as you slid the dress off. “I gave you one task tonight.” His eyes found yours, curiosity alight in the hazel orbs. You gestured down at the two garters that remained tied around your legs. “Since you couldn’t manage it with your hands, you’re gonna have to find some other way to get them off.” He raised an eyebrow, thinking it through before a solution presented itself to him. He reached out and pulled your leg up, leaning forward to grab ahold of the article with his teeth. You inhaled sharply as his lips dragged along your thigh, and his eyes never left yours as he repeated the action on the other leg. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He murmured against your skin, having moved to pepper kisses along your thighs. You smiled, running your fingers through his soft hair. He started to move higher, and you took the opportunity to grab ahold of the roots gently and pull him back. Leonard looked up at you, eyes widened and mouth agape. 

“Give me your tie.” You commanded quietly. He closed his mouth with a snap and swallowed thickly as he reached up to loosen and hand you the silken tie. “Stand up,” You said, offering him a hand to help him up. Once on his feet, you took a step back and wrapped the tie around your wrist for the time being. “Strip for me. Then lay down and put your hands over your head, wrists crossed.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” His voice was low, almost breathless as he followed your orders, and already his accent was beginning to thicken deliciously. Your eyes drank in his form as he slipped off his shirt, and you smirked as he kicked off his pants, the visible tent in his boxers revealing just how much he was enjoying this. As he lay down, you busied yourself with removing your own remaining garments. A groan from the bed drew your attention, and you looked back up to see Leonard leaning back on his elbows as he watched you. You raised an eyebrow, and he looked you up and down before responding. “You’re so gorgeous, darlin’.” You walked over to the bed, unraveling the tie before crawling over top of him. 

“What did I say?” You asked, reaching down to grab his wrists as you straddled his midsection. You guided him to place them over his head. You leaned over him to expertly loop the tie through the headboard and around his wrists. You gave it a quick tug to make sure it was secure and gasped in surprise as you felt his lips close around one of your nipples. You quickly pulled back, fighting a moan at the way your sensitive bud was tugged from between his now smirking lips.

“Guess I’m just bad tonight.” He said, shifting beneath you as he adjusted to his new position. You dropped your hand to push it up his chest, stopping to wrap around his throat as you leaned in. His eyes glinted with mischief as you tightened your grip.

“Do you want me to fuck you anytime in the near future, Leonard McCoy?” You asked, glaring down at him. He tried to nod, but you raised your hand higher on his throat and gave it a squeeze. “Use your words.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He rumbled, and his jaw clenched as you released his throat before leaning down, so your face was barely an inch from his. 

“Then you better check yourself. This is your last warning. Behave, or I will leave you tied to this bed and go handle myself in the living room. Understand?” You said. He inhaled sharply and shifted beneath you once again.

“I understand.” He said, his eyes dropping to your lips for a moment before returning to yours. “Can I please have a kiss?” You pretended to think about it for a moment before leaning in to give a quick kiss. You smiled as he tried to chase you, groaning softly as you pulled away. You smirked down at him as he dropped his head back in resignation before you leaned down to claim his lips in a searing kiss. He matched your pace, wanting to have as much of you as he could before you’d inevitably pull away once again. He took a shaky breath as your tongue darted out to swipe against his lips, and your hands slid down his sides. He silently opened his mouth to you, letting you dominate the kiss as you trailed your fingers over every inch of skin you could reach. Finally, though, you had to break apart for air, and you moved to kiss down his neck. You shifted to where you were straddling his legs as you continued to kiss down his body. He groaned and struggled beneath you as you slid your hand down his front, almost reaching his leaking member before darting off to slide down his thigh instead. You lifted your head to look at him with a smirk as you dragged your nails carefully up his leg.

“You want me to touch you, doctor?” You asked as you brushed by the crook of his thigh. “Want me to kiss you all better?” You leaned down to suck a mark above his hipbone, relishing the way his hips jumped up involuntarily. You looked back up to see him tugging against the restraints and nodding. You tsked and moved to trail just the back of your fingers along his shaft. “Come on, I want to hear you say it.” You said.

“Sugar,” He threw his head back and groaned as he tried to yank the restraints free. You brushed against him again, and he finally gave in, saying the words you wanted to hear. “Yes, please.” You hummed in satisfaction, and he looked down right as you dropped your head to lick him from base to tip. He hissed as you sucked him into your mouth, slowly working him until he was brushing against the back of your throat. “Oh, fuck, darlin’,” He moaned as you pumped what little you couldn’t fit with your hand, matching in rhythm as you bobbed your head. “Aw hell- yes, god just like that,” He was still struggling against his restraints, yanking harder as you pulled back to swipe your tongue around his tip before taking him as deep as you could. You slowly began to pick up the pace, using different tricks to see what sounds you could get the good doctor to make, and your arousal growing with each one with that escaped him. “(Y/n),” He gasped. “I’m-” You pulled off him, earning a frustrated shout. “Goddam-” You cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips, and once he was silent, dropped it down to rest on his heaving chest. 

“You still with me?” You asked, making sure he was okay and still comfortable in the roles. He took a couple deep breaths and nodded. You grinned and moved up to kiss him. “Good.” You said against his lips. “Cause I want you to fuck me properly,” You spoke in between increasingly desperate kisses. “You think you can do that?” You asked, kissing a path to whisper in his ear. He once again nodded.

“Untie me, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk straight tomorrow, sweetheart.” He growled, voice rough from the gasping he was doing only a minute prior. You smirked widely, moving back to his lips to give him a questioning nod. 

“Yeah?” You asked and reached up to play with the bindings for a moment. “Then show me what you got, cowboy.” You barely got the tie loose before his hands were wrapping around you, and his lips were crashing into yours. He paid you back for every moment of exploration your own hands had done, sliding over your skin without aim. You moaned against him as his fingers dipped between your legs, finding your clit with ease and rubbing tight circles around it. He flipped the two of you, so you were beneath him as he slid two fingers inside you and buried his face in your neck. “Leo-” You gasped as he curled them perfectly, earning a smug grin that you could feel against your skin. Fortunately, he hadn’t the patience for anymore teasing. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you and replaced it with his cock, sliding into you inch by delicious inch until he was buried inside you to the hilt. He moved to kiss you once again, giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch before pulling his hips back and slamming into you. “Oh, fuck! Leonard-” He didn’t give you a chance to finish, going straight into a fast and hard rhythm that had you scratching and clinging at his shoulders. His lips found yours, swallowing your moans and whines as he hit impossibly deep within you. His hands slid down your sides, one moving between your bodies to resume stroking your clit while the other gripped your ass for leverage to adjust his angle. You cried out as the fire began to build in your lower abdomen, and Leonard broke away from your lips to growl in your ear. 

“Am I being good enough for you now?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his question, earning a breathless chuckle from him as well. 

“I’m so close, Leo.” You whined as he continued his relentless pace. He dropped his head to suck a mark at your pulse point right as he brushed your g-spot and stroked your sensitive clit perfectly, and you screamed out his name as the blinding pleasure overwhelmed your senses. Leonard’s hips lost all sense of rhythm as he chased his own release, and it wasn’t long before he was crying out as well, emptying his seed deep inside you. He dropped his head to rest on your shoulder as he caught his breath until you finally had to gently prod him. “Len, cmon. Let me up, and I’ll get a towel.” He slid out of you but made no move to let you go. “Leonard-”

“Wait, just wait a second.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and laying his head on your chest. “We’ve both got to shower anyway, just let me hold you for a bit.” You sighed, lifting your hand to run your fingers through his hair. 

“Sounds like you’re just looking for an excuse for round two, McCoy.” You said, amusement robbing your voice of any sternness. He chuckled slightly.

“Maybe. Or maybe I just want to hold my stunning wife and tell her that I love her.” He said, releasing you to push up and cup your face in his hand. You instantly melted, and he smiled and leaned in to press his lips to yours softly. He was still smiling when you broke apart, and you couldn’t help but match it. “Then again, I could kill two birds with one stone and do that while I’m fucking her in the shower.” You rolled your eyes and grinned before shoving him off you with a dramatic sigh. 

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I resist?” 

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