#and because this was for a skirt that was fine

[chelseeebe]

yours, forever

18+ mdni. smut. mean!exhusband!eddie;) breeding kink if you squint a lil

a/n: i was not expecting to post again so soon but this genuinely couldn’t wait lol. i have another parts to this little piece so lmk if you’d like to see it. someone posted a really really good exhusband!eddie fic like a month ago and ive lost it, but they inspired this entire thing!

^it was this post by @madelynraemunson !!!

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eddie wasn’t expecting to find you standing on the other side of the door, nor had he expected you to barge right past him and into his kitchen. 

you seemed to show up with zero rhyme or reason, typically wanting something from him. 

that was fine, appreciated even. 

he just wasn’t a fan of you waltzing into his home with the sole purpose of talking about your pig of a husband. 

“david wanted me to ask you if he could take the kids up to washington to see his parents,” you stand awkwardly at the kitchen island, his apartment a shell of the house you once owned together. 

eddie pauses, launching the dish towel onto the counter and laughs, deep and gravely as he swings back around, “no.” 

“why not?” you huff, blinking expectantly at your petulant ex. he’d always been a sucker for your eyes, divorce couldn’t changed that. 

“because i said so,” leaning against the marbled counter, “he asked you to ask me and i said no, that’s it. done.” 

“you’re being stubborn,” crossing your arms over your chest, scolding in the way you talk to him. 

“i don’t care.”

“eddie,” stepping forward. 

“sweetheart,” his tone disapproving as he also steps up, closing the gap between you, “no,” enunciating the word in hopes that you’d actually understand now. 

“don’t be an asshole,” you frown, a couple years ago you’d pout and get your own way but now eddie found great satisfaction in telling you no.  

“i’m not being an asshole, you asked me a question and i answered, dave can go to washington, but you and my kids can’t,” his lip twitching into a dastardly smirk. any minute now you’d crack, really let loose on his ass. 

“oh, so now i can’t go? who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” poking your sharp finger into his chest, a fury behind your eye that almost instantly made him hard. 

“the father of our kids? or have you forgotten about that?” 

“unfortunately not,” rolling your eyes, nonetheless you make no effort to leave, your bag already on the counter, signifying that what he assumed would happen next was definitely going to happen next. 

“you don’t mean that,” sidling closer, trapping your body between the counter and his chest, “because if you did, you wouldn’t let me keep fucking the shit outta you.”

eddie’s rock solid now, this was foreplay for him, getting high off of the way you argued with him, degrading him right to his face. 

“shut up,” rolling your eyes to the back of your head, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt, “you’re so pathetic,” glancing down at his boner now pressing against your cunt. 

“mmhmm,” he wouldn’t fight it, in fact, he’s proud of it, “only for you though,” finding your hips, palming at the doughy flesh. 

your lips twitch and he knows he’s won this fight, planting your lips to his, a firm hand on his chest just to remind him who was really in charge. 

sighing into your mouth as you move against him, his hands running beneath the seam of your skirt, feeling his way up the backs of your thighs to settle on your ass. 

“eds,” you hum, pulling away from his lips, “i’ve gotta go pick the boys up,” making zero effort to stop the inevitable, your chest flush against his.

“well better make it quick this time then,” he growls, walking your body into the countertop, manhandling your body to face you against the hard counter, pressing up against the swell of your ass. his belt clinks as his jeans fall down around his thighs, boxers following behind. 

“this is.. i have to go,” you gasp, rolling your head back to allow his lips room to find your neck, nuzzling right into his favourite spot just tucked underneath your jaw. 

“then why don’t you leave?” his gruff voice vibrates against your chin as his hands slide underneath your shirt, spilling your tits from your bra to get a full handed grope of them. 

your hand rests atop of his, the other gripping to the countertop for dear life. 

you’re not going to leave, that much is obvious. eddie’s also fairly certain that you’ve got at least an hour before you have to go. he’s not stupid, you play the game just as much as he does, pretending to leave just to pounce on him straight after. 

“that’s what i thought,” sarcastic as ever, threatening to score violet splotches behind on your neck, though his lips detach before he’s able to. 

eddie lets his thoughts slip back to the reason you’re even here, letting himself get frustrated by your blind audacity all over again. 

“you must be fucking stupid coming in here, asking me shit like that,” his large, calloused hand pawing at your tits, the other yanking your panties down to hang around your thighs. 

“no i’m not,” arguing back though you’re completely docile, allowing him to bend your torso over the marbled countertop, his hands groping your plush skin. “he’s my..” sigh, “husband now and you need to- fu-uck respect that,” fingers curling around his arm, pinching at the skin when he slides inside with no warning. 

“what was that?” eddie mocks, slamming into your cunt with little remorse, full of years of pent up frustration and a tiny dose of regret. 

once upon a time, this was his everyday. having you absolutely anywhere he wanted, and now it was solely reserved for times you really needed him to agree to something. or perhaps david had done something stupid, as he often did. sending you running back to eddie like a feeble little deer. 

“shut up,” sighing in time with his rough strokes, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes through his barren kitchen, filthy sounds of sex wailed through his apartment far more often than they should. 

before you’d met david, he’d see you once a week while dropping the kids off, maybe he’d get to taste you a couple times a month, if he was lucky. it was only after you remarried that you’d come around unannounced, asking about something that most definitely could’ve been a call. 

eddie doesn’t care, you’re the only woman for him anyway, a couple divorce papers couldn’t change that. 

“you fuckin’ love it,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and fiercely tugging your head back, “y’gotta drive all the way over here just to cum, ain’t that sad?” speaking low right into your ear, his arms keeping a strong hold of your torso as your knees grow weak. 

“you don’t.. you’re- fuck you,” knuckles glowing white with your grip on the counter, other hand desperately nuzzling between your thighs, circling your neglected clit. 

“have to speak up honey, i can’t hear you,” the tip of his cock nudges against your soft spot, eliciting a strangled mewl from your pretty wetted lips. 

“i can make myself cum,” you speak proudly through gritted teeth, voice bouncing around with every slam of his hips, “i don’t need you,” rubbing your clit harsher, as if to prove a point. 

“oh yeah? show me baby.. let me see you cum,” slowing his strokes but keeping his cock firmly enveloped inside, jaw clenching with every squeeze and quiver of your cunt. 

eddie palms your tit, getting as much satisfaction from this as you were. your whimpers alone could make him cum, hell, just a look and he was rock solid in his jeans. 

“oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” gasping into the air, leant back against his shoulder, head turning to hide in the nook of his neck as you teeter over, waves of pleasure shocking your body. 

“shit,” he grunts underneath his breath, feeling you writhe around in his arms, “that was good sweetheart, my turn,” resuming his assault on your cunt, breath stuttering as his hips begin to rock again. 

his hand replaces yours, slipping between your thighs to find your clit, thrusts becoming sloppy and weak as the blood rushes to his head, sending his stomach into a series of somersaults. 

even in your separation, your pleasure came first. an important pocket of information wayne had awkwardly handed him when his voice started cracking and girls no longer had cooties. 

you’re putty in his arms, fully relying on the countertop to keep you upright, thighs quivering with the intensity of your orgasm and the anticipation of the quickly approaching next one. 

“oh.. my.. god,” whining with every thrust, your voice thick with lustrous air, too fucked out to stand or even think straight. 

“i’m gonna, sh-shit cum sweetheart,” pounding recklessly into your trembling pussy, dripping in a mixture of your juices. 

you clench around him, tipping over the edge once more, barely able to hold yourself upright with shaking knees and a harsh grip of his arm. 

eddie isn’t, nor had he ever been one for pulling out, he liked running that risk, the thrill of maybe knocking you up again. 

three kids don’t happen without at least one accident, that’s for sure. 

he doesn’t now, pumping the thick ropes of his release into your cunt, groaning belligerently as he does so. praying to god this was the time it stuck, pregnant with his child once again. 

you fall flat against the counter, heaving for breath with the last of his pathetic strokes, growling into the stuff air. 

he slaps a harsh palm to your ass for good measure, trailing his hand down your trembling thighs, “so you run along home now and tell him exactly what i told you,” fingering the lace of your panties as he hikes them back over your thighs.

“no.”

[mead-iocre]

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brat!reader is planning to wear this shirt to one of alexia's games. she paired it with her favourite black balloon mini skirt, coperni aged leather brown knee high boots, and her favourite vintage denim coach bag.

she double checked her bag, making sure all her essentials were in there-- sunglasses, gum, phone, and vape. check check check and check.

she was just about to walk out the door when all of a sudden she is yanked by the arm by none other than her girlfriend. alexia's eyes widen when she reads the text on her shirt.

"bebé, you cannot wear that"

an eyebrow raise. sometimes she underestimated how good alexia’s english is getting. damn. brat!reader was really hoping she could get away with it. "what do you mean I can-not wear this?"

"I mean-- people-fans might see you or the cameras might catch you--and people might think--"

"might think what? that all we do is hold hands and touch foreheads?"

alexia sighs audible, her hand instinctively coming up to massage her temple. her blood pressure is rising and the match hasn't even started yet. she starts mumbling a prayer in her mother tongue. the last thing she needs right now is a migraine before a home match against a tough opponent.

"estoy hablando en serio. just change the shirt and we can go"

brat!reader stomps one boot-covered leg down against the wooden floor, frustrated that she's being asked to change when her outfit looks so good. alexia willed herself to not pick a fight, not when she's got a match to focus.

"Vale. fine. puta madre. just wear this over it." Alexia shrugs off her own sweatshirt that she had on, hastily throwing it at her girlfriend before rushing to find something else to wear.

brat!reader could hear her cursing up a storm, muttering in broken spanish under her breath. she complies anyway because the sweatshirt is kinda cute, plus it smells like sandalwood, violet and old leather that lingers from alexia's signature perfume. she wears alexia’s sweatshirt, snapping a few pics with her new fit to post on instagram later.

she can wear the t-shirt some other time.

"ready to go, baby?" is what greets alexia when she finally manages to find another top to throw on that would suit the rest of her fit. her nicely styled hair a few minutes ago was now in slight disarray from the amount of shirts she tried on and then yanked back off. her face is stoic, eyes dark.

"cierren la boca. keep your mouth shut or else i will leave you on the side of the road." is all alexia says before she ends it with a pinch to brat!reader's ass beneath her billowy mini skirt. "do not piss me off. I mean it."

since the match will be played at home, players are free to drive to the stadium with their own cars. when they arrive at the stadium they have to split up— brat!reader to the suits and alexia with the team (obviously). by some miracle, brat!reader had somehow managed to leave alexia alone for the entire drive, far too focused on her phone, replying to instagram comments and messages. alexia was finally able to clear her mind for a short while.

“I’ll see you after” all low and monotone. alexia grabs her Louis Vuitton toiletry bag and locks the car behind her.

“still mad at me?”

“hm.” yeah. she's still mad.

“ok…kiss?”

alexia rolls her eyes and huffs, as if she just got asked to do the most tedious chore. she reaches for her jaw, cupping it with one hand, squeezing her cheeks and forcing brat!readers lips into a pout. she presses a rough kiss onto her lips before pulling away to mutter. “me estas enfadando. you get on my nerves, ya’know that?”

brat!reader just grins at her. oh how she loves to annoy her lover. she sneaks one more quick kiss and bounces away yelling “i love you too. have a good game, la reina!” behind her shoulder, waving at alexia as she walks towards the entrance to the suits. she knows alexia absolutely detests that nickname. she can picture alexia cursing her out in her head, probably saying the most obscene spanish insults she won't even be able to translate to english.

hopefully alexia channels that frustration for her into the game later on and scores a few goals. afterall, alexia plays her best games when she's angry x

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saw the shirt and had to write the quickest blurb ever. must cope the shirt one day x

[rexecutioner]

Sorry ive been so inactive recently, I have a life that I needed to get back to for a bit! I am returning with a new hyperfixation (i am seven years late)

I drew me and my friend’s favorite characters in a silly artstyle!! We are going through the game together and we are almost done with Chapter Four (i am so scared) (ignore how tiny Rantaro’s head is) (i rant in the tags beware)

[choccorin]

not very fond of parties & never been to one. this is just a silly idea i thought of. :3

boyfie!rin with his girly gf who loves going to parties.

you always make him sit on your bed, give him snacks and water and his beloved ipad. so that he doesn't get too bored when he has to wait for you to change outfits, decided if a top fits better with a skirt or pants, or if you should wear heels with this one or your loafers, etc. he doesn't get that bored because he does love seeing you model clothes, especially if he's the one who chose and bought them. (with daddy's money? who knows.)

you, of course, make him help you with the zipper, buttons, or ribbons that you need help with tying up. though, it'd have to take a couple of tries since he does them horribly wrong sometimes (he'd grumble about why women always wear such complicated clothing). if you're running a bit late, you'd make him help with drying your hair or fixing your makeup (he's surprisingly okay).

he doesn't really care about what you wear to the party. he knows that you can take care of yourself and he, sort of, trust your friends (mostly the female ones) so it's fine. as long as it still covers you though. and if you're comfortable in it.

also, he's pretty confident with himself so when you ask him if he's really okay with what you're wearing to a party that has guys in it, he'd respond “who cares what you wear? i can fight.” and he's true with his words. if a guy says something inappropriate about you or looks at you weirdly, they'd have to speak with rin's fists. believe me when i say that they hurt. the poor (not really, they're creeps) boys might need a couple of weeks to get their faces fixed.

[chrisslvtxx]

biggest fan.

summary: y/n goes to the versus tour and when chris lays his eyes on her, he cant take them off.

cw: cursing, FLUFF, suggestive, touching, pet names (baby, princess.)

authors note!: this is my first time writing something so please dont hate 😭😭😭

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“oh my god, they are literally right there!” y/n squeals, looking over at her best friend.

“bro, matt looks so hott.” y/f/n exclaims, staring at him in awe.

“so does chris, he look so scrumptious in that hat..” they both get stuck in a trance, staring at the two brothers.

they both get interrupted by security, telling them to move forward because they are next.

“okay, how do i look?” y/n giggles, shes wearing an orange lacy tank top with a short denim skirt.

“sexy as always, motherfucker!” y/f/n laughs, “what about me?” shes wearing the same thine but in blue.

“okay, girls your turn.” the female security guard smiles, letting them go through the barriers.

y/n runs up to chris, hugging him.

“oh my lord, your real! im your biggest fan!”

“hey, love. whats your name?” chris smirks, looking down past her face and his eyes trail down her body.

“im y/n!” she smiles, noticing his eyes wandering, a weird feeling exploding in her lower abdomen.

“y/n.. cute” he said, his voice low. he wraps his arm around her waist as they take the photo.

they both lean in for another hug before y/n and y/f/n walk off.

“i cannot believe what just happened!” y/f/n squealed, “i just fucking hugged matthew sturniolo!”

“hahah.. yeah..” y/n’s mind filled with thoughts of chris’ eyes wandering down her body.

her friend notices, and places a hand on her shoulder “whats up, y/n? you dont seem yourself..”

“chris.. h-he was checking me out?” she stifles a laugh, biting her lips fighting the urge to smile.

“your lying.” y/f/n mouth agape as you speak, not believing a single word.

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after the show ends, one of their team members walks up to the two girls, telling them to go backstage.

“hello?” y/f/n speaks into an empty room, her voice echoing.

“y/n?” chris’ voice echoes back, as he walks through the back door.

“uh, chris.. hi!” y/n smiles, her dimples appearing on her soft skin.

“hey.. wassup” he smirks, walking up to her and her friend, “you must be y/f/n, matts out back if you wanna go see him.”

“i- uh yeah?” she quickly walks outside, leading her own way towards matt.

“fuck.. your so pretty..” chris mumbles under his breath, his hands trailing down to your waist.

“chris? wha-what are you doing?..” she breathes out, curious of what’s happening.

“you want me to stop? huh?” he smirks, knowing that hes driving her crazy.

“i- no..no..” y/n bites her bottom lip, stifling a giggle.

“you dont know how crazy you were driving me while i was up on stage.. this top, fuck, its doing things to me baby..” he chuckles lowly, his voice raspy.

“yeah? you like?” she becomes more confident with her words, her tone more stern.

“yeah princess, yeah i do..” he smirks, dropping his head to her neck, as one of his hands trail up towards her throat gripping it gently.

she whimpers softly at the feeling, he presses soft, gentle kisses along her collarbone.

“let me hear your pretty noises, baby..” he keeps pressing kisses to her body. “tell me what you want, baby, what do you want me to do?”

“i-i dont know..” she hums, stuck in a daze as his lips are against her.

he chuckles softly, “you dont know? you dont want me to touch you? you dont want me to kiss you? no?”

“i-chris, we cant.. you know we cant..” she replied, knowing she cant give in to him.

“you’re right, princess.. we can’t..” he agrees, his hands trailing down from her waist and throat and gripping her ass.

“im sorry..” she puts her head down, he grabs her chin, making her look up at him as he towers over her.

“don’t apologise, baby.. its fine” he presses a kiss to her forehead, before letting go of her body.

she smiles, but it falters a tiny bit as he retreats from her presence.

“i better get going, baby..” he smiles, before passing her his phone, a sign to give him her number.

she gladly takes it and types her name and number into his contacts, before handing it back to him.

“thank you baby.” he smirks, before leaving her alone in the basement of the venue.

shes left there, puzzled, for about 5 minutes before y/f/n walks in again.

“tell me everything.”

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[theunrealkptano]

CW: SA in the Bible/church.. I'm not making an assumption that every man has SA'd someone - I'm taking the F.R.I.E.S. framework for consent as a minimum and imposing that framework Biblical stories to see if they meet the criteria for consensual sex. Whatever the result is, is what the result is and I can live with that. This is not an assumption though, it's comparing positive evidence within a narrative to specific criteria. I chose the criteria, and bounded the comparison, which makes this an act of interpretation. The Bible is never clear on when SA is happening because there is no Hebrew word for sex, SA, or consent - we impose all of those frameworks on the Bible when we interpret a translation's rendering of a scholar's reading. However, in story and in life there is often not a flashing red sign saying what is and isn't SA, so we've developed frameworks to use. We should be fine calling all acts that don't pass the test SA regardless of if we have lionized a character in scripture or not. No one should be above the criteria of consent. The fact that we are so often blind to SA being perpetrated by powerful people in scripture is how we end up blind to SA being perpetrated by powerful men in the church and in the world. I have ex Christian in my tags because [in my experience with people] the kinds of things I write and say are helpful for those who have been hurt in church, and I offer what I can toward their healing - Christian or not. People who left the church over SA scandals should be validated by hearing "No one should be above the criteria of consent". They were right to leave when it's not safe, and more Christians should have this stance. I don't think believing that ancient men doing SA should at all be considered negative toward Christianity .. quite the opposite actually. We have the modern benefit of frameworks like F.R.I.E.S. consent, and many other things to take to scripture and interrogate the text with, we should use them - and Christianity would be better for it if we did. Everyone should be easily able to recognize consent in stories and interpret in kind, I don't see why scripture should get a pass. No one can follow all the laws of the Bible, and which laws Christians pick and choose from change throughout history based on the social needs at the time. Charging interest is a great example, Ezekiel 18:10-13 calls charging interest an abomination - in fact no part of the Hebrew Bible approves of charging interest. It'd be easy to say "oh that's done away with in the new covenant" - except you can go read Martin Luther's sermons on usery where he vehemently argues against the practice as was the defacto position of the church for the first 1500 years. It was only in the age of expansion, slavery, and colonization where slavers and colonizers needed to get money fast that charging interest on a loan came into vogue for Christians. It's always been a mess, picking and choosing what does and doesn't matter. This comes back to what frameworks we put on the text. Is interest a moral issue? What about pork? Mixed fabrics? What if a man is wearing a skirt? What if that man is Scottish? What if that Scottish man is trans? What interpretive frameworks a person chooses to use on the scripture, through reason, based on experience, in light of tradition will determine how a person answers those questions - but that's all interpretive choices we're making. And no, I'm obviously not supporting infanticide, this is the spicy take hellsite after all lol - despite the fact that God is depicted as killing a lot of babies in the Bible .. David's being one of them. Obviously that's horrible, and no I don't think God did or was ever in support of infanticide ... which I realize is somehow a zesty stance for a Christian to take. Ancient people are just telling theologically spiced stories that a meaningful to their ancient communities. Again, what we do with them is up to us.

The red pill community needs to read the Bible. When Abrahams wife was old and infertile God didn't say "ya bro just find a new wife" in fact he scolds Abraham for being unfaithful. King David's affair with Bathsheba resulted in his dynastys downfall. Joseph was told by God to be a father to a son that wasn't biologically his. So I don't want to hear "as a man I deserve a young hot wife" or "women have expiration dates" or whatever. READ THE BOOK!!!!

[weirdogirl888]

heeey!! how r u? i hope ur fine 🤍�� i really REALLY beg (😭) for anything related to donnie darko

like:

dom!donnie and enemies to lovers maybe? tysm for reading love ya!

mean donnie twt visuals

many people asked for a part two of my p!link post w donnie and w this request i just had two combine the two!! enjoy

donnie’s placebos haven’t been working, he’s been crabby and talking to him is like walking on eggshells. you could be the sweetest girl in the world and he’d still find a way to get pissed off.

to be completely honest, you were terrified when donnie invited you to his house to work on the science project together. one because he was so ominous and also you had a giant crush on him, which you knew he didn’t reciprocate.

donnie’s confession about liking you was messy and horribly drawn out. poor boy couldn’t admit that he had fantasized about you just as much as you him. you kissed him saw way to say “i know, i like you too.”

you liked him this whole time and made him do all the talking? what a bitch! you deserved a lesson

slick transition into twt!links

link - donnie would get mad when you rode him and got fucked out too quickly. he blamed you for being lazy as if he was the one on top. but the feeling oh him ramming up into you made you to stupid to care

oh my god - donnie when you kissed to shut him up and his mind went blank (like the guy in the vid) before he could even get mad

the hands 🙇‍♀️ - now that your finally donnie’s, he’s obsessed with you and needs to feel every inch of your body :3

link - donnie knows you like it rough, and he’s happy to oblige

link - he doesn’t care if it’s the uniform. you wore that skirt to school for all the boys to see you. you kept flashing your panties at him every second, it’s just not fair!!

donnie w a size kink more good lord

mewehehehe thanks for reading, masterlist is on the way >:3

[kryptonbabe]

🔥 Some hot takes on the women of the Superfamily:

Superwoman should be Kara Zor-el and neither Lois Lane nor Lana Lang – historically I know they came first, but in the universe it makes much more sense for this title to go for Kara (like in Kara Zor-el Superwoman in the Future State event, bring that costume back too, it's time to end the war on skirts, pants are cool, but skirts are not inherently sexist please and Kara is known for her fashion diversity...)

Let Natasha Irons be more than your LGBTQ / black token, we only see her as less than a background character in diversity specials and she can be way more interesting than that, she fought a powerful sentient AI in Superman and the Authority and it was so cool, she could be a valuable member of a team (any team except Suicide Squad please), let her shine even if she's not necessarily the main character

Don't make Lois Lane a super-powered person (unless it's really quickly just for fun or an old-timey throwback), let her be cool for her own merits, regular humans can have interesting abilities you know (some would mention Batman as an example even). She's an awesome investigative reporter and she could have another series, even if a limited one like the 2019's Greg Rucka, Mike Perkins one. Lois had a super popular series (Superman's Girl Friend, Lois Lane) from 1959 to 1974, she deserves the spotlight

If you need to give powers to Lana Lang make her Insect Queen again, let my girl be weird, she's very underutilized these days either way (and I don't know... bring back Bee-boy, he had only one appearance but sure it was a tragic and bizarre story, he would do a fine super-villain or... a Doom Patrol member! This could be a whole arc about how he has his life destroyed, his heart broken and goes on a path of rage until the Doom Patrol reaches out and he finds a new family... but ok enough of Bee-boy)

Let's stop trying to make Karen, aka Power Girl, into a Superfamily member (I'm looking at you 2023 Power Girl series), she respects them, but her family is the JSA, she actively refused multiple times to be associated with the Superfamily, not because she hates them, but because she makes a point of being her own woman, creating her own legacy. She's a proud and sometimes hardheaded person yes, but that's her personality and that makes her different and interesting

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Where the fuck is Otho-ra??????????????????

[r11k4]

sweetthing

you are so shy and awkward, sometimes you even stuttered! how adorable could you be? but this makes him even more in love with you but above all obsessed… 16+ spicy content

{ghost face} Ethan Landry

you smell so good, so delicious… like a biscuit! but also,

you were so pretty in that little skirt of yours… he could easily see your underwear, your ovely light pink lace panties, he could also smell your essence and this made him harder than usual…

“E-ethan…”

when he hears his name called, he wakes up from his trance and when he realizes that it was you calling him, he smiles and says sweetly and so happy to talk with you;

“yes? you need something?” I will gave you everything you need sweetheart, talk to me, with your pretty voice… and please, don’t stop look at me with your doe eyes… he said in his head…

“I'm having a bit of trouble with the economy, I wonder if you could give me a hand... if you want…”

Up until that moment, Ethan just couldn't stop smiling, he was happy, not only to be able to study with you because he was good at economics, but above all he wanted with all his heart to have an intimate moment with you, all alone, just you and him...

“Of course… I will love to help you” Ethan said smiling gently and try to hold back the smirk, biting his cheek to hold his excitement…

~so after that chat, you and Ethan had agreed on the time and especially the place, which would be at your apartment, you know how it is, he didn't want to have any trouble and especially he hated Chad, he wanted you alone without any idiots around, so everything was perfect… the plan would work.

“E-ethan… so this answer is right?” you say hesitantly looking at Ethan, to see if you had written it correctly, and he says in response;

“Oh my sweet thing, it’s wrong… don’t worry! I explain to you again!” actually you did well, but he did it on purpose just to spend more time with you, it didn't matter if he had to explain the same things again, he would have done it endlessly! just for you, for you this and more!

~after a while, you yawn and turn to look at the clock, and you realize that it was 8:45 pm! it was quite late and above all you were hungry… so you decide to invite Ethan to eat together, as if to repay him for helping you with your studies and he was even happier about this…

even if Ethan wanted something else…

together you decided to go out to eat something, so you could also take a walk enjoying the colored lights! a romantic moment… he was so close to kissing you that he receives a message on his phone…

📞 from Quinn; ethan, you son of a bitch, where the fuck are you? you little shit! I swear!

after seeing the message, he started to panic and you noticed, in fact you said worried;

“E-ethan? E-everything it’s fine?”

he seeing your concern, smiles sweetly at you and says, standing up and caressing your face;

“yes sweetheart, I'm fine, but I have to go, it's very late and I don't want to leave you alone, so I want to take you home!”

he was totally a gentleman to his princess! but at the same time a murderer if anyone would dare to touch her or take her away from him… because you know, you are his!

you belong to him…

[etruatcaelum]

Summer tilts her head in acknowledgment as Watts speaks, face pensive, and when he lapses into unhappy silence she says, "For… what it's worth, Salem–"

Her shoulders hike up in a jagged shrug, wordless. Fourteen years. Half the things she wants to say whisper backhanded accusations: if you paid attention and just be honest and she isn't some monster and if you would just give her a real chance—Summer pinches at her skirt, lips pursing.

"—what Tyrian said earlier," she says, instead, "about how I knew all this stuff about her, and she never seemed interested in his past. The thing is I asked. I just… talked to her."

Like a person. It's not brain surgery.

She sighs. "I'm not—what I'm trying to say is there's nothing special about me, there is no secret other set of rules that only apply to me and not you, I just– Salem treats me different because I don't—you know, Hazel raged out and tried to kill her for hours, Tyrian like, promised his body and soul to her before she could get a word in, you act like she's some sort of rabid dog who'll rip out your throat if you look at her wrong—I… I just… if you can't—”

Frustration scratches over her voice, and Summer pinches the bridge of her nose. "Fuck," she says, with a lot more calm than she feels. "I'm not trying to pick a fight. I just–"

"HAZEL STOLE AN AIRSHIP!!!"

Her semblance cracks like an egg, coughing up a whirl of lilac embers, and Summer hits the desk with a shrill yelp and a rattling of drawers; she gulps air. Pushes herself upright.

"Tyrian–" a wheeze.

No, we are not chasing Salem to Vacuo in a stolen airship, she thinks, and, you're not listening to me, and, the only way we'll find her in an airship is if we have Cinder on board, you realize, and instead of saying any of those things, she inhales slowly through her nose and counts to four.

"Okay," she says, and brings her hands together in a loud clap as she peels away from the desk. "So that's settled. We'll give it until morning, and if she's not back by then, we take the airship, Cinder can lead us to Salem, apologies all around, and everything will be fine."

A beat.

"Watts, Salem was gonna let you torture her because you were upset that she hit Tyrian, she's not gonna kick you out over this, and I don't want to hear it anymore about how she lets Cinder walk all over her. Tyrian, sorry, but Cinder's either gonna find out you and him are here from me or from Salem, and I'm not going to lie to her when she asks why I'm here."

She brushes a loose strand of hair out of her face, and adds, "Neither of you have gotta talk to her, you don't need to forgive or trust or like her, but if you mean it about not wanting to cause Salem pain–" a pointed glance at Watts. "You're just gonna have to deal with it. Salem loves her. That won't change. If you wouldn't say it to me about Ruby or Yang, don't fucking say it to Salem about her kid, alright? I'm gonna make dinner. How do we feel about stir fry?"

The final confirmation that the only options they have are to either use Arthur's Semblance or to wait for Salem to come back on her own seems to be the final nail in the coffin of Tyrian's already tenuous grasp on sanity. And yet, he does not yell or cry or find something to claw at or tear into, the way Arthur might have expected him to.

No - instead, with the slightest twitch of his left eye, he withdraws from both Arthur and Summer. He lies down, completely pulls the blankets over himself - tail tucking away, too, out of sight - and curls up in a ball.

Several seconds pass, and Tyrian neither moves again nor makes any kind of sound.

"Honey," Arthur tries. "Are you alright?"

When there isn't an answer, Arthur puts a hand on the lump that is his partner's blanket-covered body and adds, "I won't leave in the morning. My word on it. Does that help?"

When there still isn't an answer, he decides to focus on addressing Summer, for now, although he does keep his hand pressed into what is probably Tyrian's shoulder.

(He can see the outline of Tyrian's tail, curled on the outside of his body - as if it might shield him from reality. But without the prosthetic on, it's too short to reach his face.

It won't be a comfort, that way.

Arthur moves his hand until he's found the top of Tyrian's head and absently strokes the blanket - the most he can do, right now, to pet Tyrian's hair.

There. Let that be - a comfort.)

"....Summer. I am- so, sorry, that- you had to come here. That you lost your children. I really am.”

And he does mean it.

“Salem is so - I don’t know how to respond to her. She is so - violent - for someone who claims to hate it so much. She attacked Tyrian for apologizing to her. Told me to throw a match at her when I got upset by that. And yet she had this whole plan for-"

There isn't a point, he decides, in talking about Salem's grand idea to fix Tyrian. The man is already acting like he wants to use his venom to eat a hole into the mattress and sink through to the floor - best not encourage him to actually try and do that.

"If she doesn't feel safe," he says instead, "then the only person in Evernight who does is probably you, Summer. And Cinder, now that she knows she can get away with everything-"

Deep breath. As much as he regretted exactly how - far - things had gone with Salem, he's still hurt. Still knows how damn low he ranks, here. Salem's golden child can talk all she wants about how Salem is misunderstood and scared and grieving, but Summer would never be able to convince him that he mattered anything to Salem beyond as a tool she could use.

"But I don’t wish to- I never wanted- this- pain. For you. Or for Tyrian. Or for Salem. We'll stay here and wait, if you think that would be best. And whenever she shows up again, I'll apologize to her and then I'll- bow out of this and- leave, if that is what she wants. Tyrian, I won't force your hand. Whether you - come with me, or stay here, you won't lose me. I'll always be yours, no matter what ends of the earth separate us.”

He is quiet, for a moment, not really expecting a response when Tyrian is in such a state - and when Tyrian does sit up, his expression and tone are full of such exuberance that Watts doesn't quite believe this is the same person from even so little as one minute ago.

And what Tyrian says, well - clearly, he hasn't been listening.

"HAZEL STOLE AN AIRSHIP!!!"

[endearng]

Special guest

Pairing: Spencer Reid x single mom!reader Summary: Olivia's birthday is coming up. She has a special guest in mind. WC: 1.7k Warnings: mentions of absent fathers (sorry); reader is borderline paranoid about letting her kid down; they are pining hard - Spencer looks at reader not so respectfully. Please, let me know if I missed anything. A/N: I try my best to not describe the reader so that everyone feels included, but I feel like I should work better on that. If you have any advice on it, I'd be very thankful to hear it! Second fic in less than 24h, ohmy. This is a second part to 'Stranger danger' Feedbacks are highly welcomed and appreciated. <3 Masterlist

A few weeks had passed after the incident with the power in your building. Since then, you saw Spencer sometimes and he always greeted you politely. Olivia once told you that she liked him so much because he was a nice ghost — he told her stories about the books he read and she absolutely loved them, going to the point of asking if she could borrow them once he had finished reading.

Little did she know, she would never have to wait long.

Their interactions always made you speechless. How was your 5-year-old daughter better than you at starting conversations? You could barely look him in the eye, despite the fact that he always made sure to flash you the brightest smiles. You reciprocated, but then Olivia always had something to say: about his funny clothes, about the book she was reading for school, about your moments together — you had a scheduled commitment every Friday, to take Olivia to wherever she wanted to go. She was very observant, and, just like you, had the habit of taking mental notes of the beautiful places you saw during your walks. That's how she knew where the public library was and knew the best coffee in town — she demanded having the same beverage as you, but you told the barista secretly to make it decaf.

As you both put on your shoes in the morning to leave the apartment, you said, "Oli, your birthday is coming up. Do you want to do anything with mommy?"

"I want a birthday party."

That made you freeze in your tracks for a moment. You've been avoiding throwing birthday parties for two years now, because Olivia's day always ended with a tinge of heartbreak by the absence of her father, who had decided to leave the both of you and move overseas to, maybe, start over. It hurt you to try to comfort her with something you didn't have control of, but you did it anyway because you'd rather hurt yourself than let your baby go through that kind of disappointment alone. You didn't really know what he was up to, and honestly, you didn't want to, either. You were doing just fine without him, but she was his daughter and still a child, so you knew she still missed him.

Your hands were shaking slightly as you tied her shoelaces. "Bunny ears, remember?" You asked softly, showing her how to do it: you always did it in the mornings, but you made sure to teach her in case they undid during her day at school. She nodded at you, flashing a little toothless smile. "Okay, baby, we'll do that," you smiled, trying to ease off the tension.

"I want invitation cards. Like the ones you had!" She said, excitedly. You huffed out a laugh, endeared by the fact that she remembered all the papers you showed her with photos and other memories of your childhood.

"No problem, baby," you said, getting up, smoothing your pencil skirt and opening the door. She went to the hall to press the elevator button, "we can do it." You said, more to yourself than to her.

Two weeks passed and you had everything ready for Olivia's birthday with the help of your closests friends, Victoria and Jude. You were planning on throwing her party at your parents' house, which had a big, beautiful yard with space enough for the kids to play all they wanted. You had ordered Olivia's favorite cake, red velvet, and a lot of other treats that you knew she loved.

"You know she'll be drunk on sugar, right?" Victoria asked, laughing. She remembered the last time she took Olivia to the movies and she was electric during the way back.

"It's her birthday, once a year won't kill her. Maybe it'll kill me, but eh, what's the matter?" You joked lightly and your friends laughed.

Jude had a checklist in her hands. "Okay, let's go over this so we can go back to our yearly drinking like there's no tomorrow date. We have the place, the food, the decoration... oh, no. Where are the invitations?"

"Oh, I got it. They're in my room. I had to put it away because Oli wanted to read them over and over again."

They nodded as you left your living room, walking down the hall so you could get said invitations. You felt dread creeping up on you when you couldn't find them in the top drawer of your bedside table. "I can't find them!" You yelled loud enough for the women to hear you.

"Are you sure you placed them here?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Not sure what happened, though." You murmured, already feeling a little disappointed. "I gotta look for it now. She drew it herself and I took a lot of copies. I can't possibly tell her I lost them, she would be heartbroken." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Victoria approached you to rub your arm, trying to comfort you. "Hey, we can look for it. We still have time." Jude said, smiling reassuringly.

"I know, I just don't wanna be too late." You said, giving them a tight-lipped smile.

So, you started looking for it in every corner of your apartment. You stayed in your bedroom, while Jude and Victoria went to Olivia's. You had cleaned the apartment today, a Saturday, when your daughter usually went to your parents', so that you'd have free time to spend and catch up with your friends. It was almost sundown, daylight fading softly and the lighting in your room was becoming darker as time went by. Suddenly, you heard your bell. Weird. You weren't expecting anybody.

"I'll get that!" You let your friends know.

Opening the door, you weren't expecting your neighbor. Rephrasing: the neighbor who Olivia adored so much. Spencer. That works, too. He has a name, after all. "Hey, hi!" He greeted you with a grin, looking shy.

"Hey, you!" You greeted him back. "Is everything okay?" You asked, a little unsure.

You took in his appearance. He looked tired, that's for sure, but it didn't stop him from looking like the most gorgeous man in existence. He wore his usual attire, carrying his caramel satchel leather bag. You didn't have an immediate answer, so you gulped when you noticed that you were looking a little longer than what's socially acceptable.

"Yeah, it's fine," he chuckled, unable to hold your stare for a moment longer. He considered, for a moment, that your daughter was the element needed for him to have a little confidence to speak when you were around. Well, shit. "I — um. I think these belong to you. I found it when I opened the door to my apartment." He extended you a bunch of papers. You blushed. You busied yourself so much with admiring him that you failed to notice that he had something in his hands.

He studied you for a moment. You looked beautiful that day. Not that you didn't look beautiful all the times you've seen him, but oh, well. Like the first time you met, you were wearing a dress. It was blue and it stopped mid-thigh. He had to stop himself from gulping at the sight of your bare, plush legs. It was different from what he was used to seeing you wear during working days, during the eventual elevator meetings. The dress hugged your curves beautifully, there was no question, like it had been made just for you. Your hair was loose and it fell over your shoulders. When you first answered the door, you had a worried frown on your face, but it quickly disappeared with his words. He felt relieved to see you get rid of your distress.

"Oh, goodness! Sorry about that. I was just looking for these." You gladly took them from his hand and your fingers accidentally brushed his. His hands were warm. "Olivia must have slided those under your door gap," you laughed nervously. You could feel two pairs of eyes looking at the interaction before them. You needed to brace yourself for their questions and very much possible teasing.

"Yeah, yeah. I supposed she did that, too." He laughed, quietly.

You thought for a moment. "You know, you should go. She really likes you. Talks about your conversations all the time and says she misses you when we don't run into you at some point." You revealed. It made Spencer's heart soar in his chest.

"Really?" He couldn't help but smile, even if he couldn't believe it. Not that you were a liar, but that it meant so much to your daughter to talk to him now and then. He felt alive at that moment, felt wanted. “I don’t want to impose.”

"Yeah, I mean, no! No problem, you wouldn’t be. We’d like to have you." You said, smiling adorning your face. You took a card from your hands, offering it to him. "With us, I mean. It's going to be at my parents' house, we'll have a bunch of kids running around and cake." You surely looked like an idiot.

We’d like to have you, was all that he could hear.

Did you want him there for him or just because he was kind to your daughter?

Either way, "Thanks. I'll do my best to be there." He said, utterly happy. Saying your name lowly, followed by a 'goodbye', made your heart jump in your chest. You replied with a wave and a small grin. Your cheeks were sore from all the smiling. It was inevitable.

You turned around and had barely closed the door when Jude said, a little louder than her usual tone, "So, I see you found the invitation cards. I hope you gave one for Olivia's birthday party, not for a hot date." She playfully scolded you.

With wide eyes, you banged the door closed and turned around to yell, "Jude! What???"

Little did you know, Spencer heard it all. You know, thin walls, small distance and all. He grinned to himself, face flushed a deep red.

He was definitely looking forward to seeing you. And Olivia, too, of course. It was her birthday, after all.

[howlingday]

Sisters Nikos

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Today was supposed to be a good day for Pyrrha Nikos. Where everyone else saw Champion of Mistral, the Invincible Girl, the top graduate of Sanctum Academy and best first-year student of Beacon Academy, her current companion walking at her side was Jaune Arc, the leader of Team JNPR and her partner on said team. Since her arrival, the only person to treat her as, well, as the person she always wanted to be treated as was the same person whom she held a quiet affection for.

Their other teammates, Lie Ren and Nora Valkyrie, decided to stay behind as the other two went for an errand run through Vale. Groceries, supplies, and maybe a comic book on the way home. Honestly, Pyrrha was just happy to be with someone who said her name like they really knew her.

"Pyrrha? Is that you?"

Oh no. Not like that. Not like this.

The young redhead turned to see other redheads approaching her. Each of them wore their own attire, some formal, some casual, and some WAY too casual. Pyrrha grit her teeth as they drew closer, making her partner look at her with concern. He should be concerned, since the only people who could ever make her feel like this was her own family. Her own sisters, to be more specific.

"Hello, Pyrrha." The woman with the golden eyes smiled. It was a polite smile, one that hid her true intentions. The woman was shorter than her and wore her hair in a braided ponytail than ran down to the middle of her black jacket that covered her white button-up shirt. "What a pleasant surprise."

"Makima." Pyrrha nodded. "It's nice to see you, too."

The woman looked to Jaune, who gave a bit of a flinch at the attention. "Oh, dear. I hope we aren't interrupting something."

"Uh..." Jaune cleared his throat. "H-Hi, the name's-"

"Two for flinchin'!" Jaune reeled as a small fist slammed into his uncovered shoulder. She knew where to hit, which made sense for the flaming-print bikini, short-short jeans, and ponytail sporting girl of the group. She laughed triumphantly as the boy winced in pain. "Oh, c'mon! I didn't even hit ya that hard!"

"Yoko!" Pyrrha chided in unison with another of her sisters. She was shorter than the others, wearing an orange-decorated skirt with a purple blouse. In her hair was a set of two light blue hairpins, each with six points. In one hand, she carried a bag of groceries. "Oh, I'm sorry, Inoue."

"No, no, it's fine!" She apologized. "I should have let you apologize."

"Neither of you should have to apologize because Yoko should know better." One of the taller sisters stepped through, wearing armor not too dissimilar to Jaune's. Taking hold of Yoko's ear with her finger, encased in a metal gauntlet, she pulled. "Apologize right now!"

"I-I'm sorry, Erza!"

"Not to her, Yoko-"

"You are forgiven this time." She let go, much to the annoyance of Pyrrha. Erza always was the one to get the wrong lesson from the issue at hand. "Now, what did you say your name was?"

"Er, it's Jaune. Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, and it rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it~."

Pyrrha certainly did, though her sisters had different opinions on the statement. Three sisters, in particular, made grimacing faces like they'd been insulted. The girl in the open-bottom jacket and black short-shorts adjusted her glasses in disgust as the burgundy skirted sister in a black cloak covering her pristine white blouse simply scowled next to her. Behind the two was the tallest of the sisters, wearing a sleeveless, orange jacket, glowered down at Jaune.

"Disgusting!" Karin chided.

"Pathetic." Rias huffed.

"Ugh..." Groaned Ameri.

"How cute~!" The girl with the cone-like headphones giggled. She leaned over to one of the shorter sisters. "What are you thinking, Monika?"

"I'm thinking of a poem to write about this meeting." Monika replied, her white bow bobbing as she leaned towards her red-and-white-haired sister.

"Oh, cool! I'm thinking about writing a song! Wanna collab?"

"Nothing would make me happier, Uta~!"

"Pyrrha, aren't you going to introduce us?"

As if she had a choice. Giving a sigh, Pyrrha saw that there was a cafe nearby. Stopping for a break sounded nice, now that Pyrrha thought about it. Even if it was putting one task on hold to deal with another, even more harrowing task. "Jaune, these are my sisters. And I think it's best if we all sat down to talk about this."

[dira333]

Stray Cat Police - Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

meet-cute and confession - for @hitoshishusband for the Milestone Event Week 1

The kitten is a tiny white thing, barely bigger than your hand.

“Oh my gosh, you are so cute!” You leave your coffee behind to crouch low, tsk to catch his attention.

It hesitates, mewling, turning its head in the opposite direction.

You expect its mother to be waiting and lean to the side to check behind the shrubbery, only to find a set of beautiful, deep purple eyes staring back at you. The kitten bites the tip of your fingers as you squeak in surprise and the guy attached to those purple eyes moves, slow and yet deliberate, toward you.

“Forget it,” you hiss, picking the kitten up. “This one’s mine.”

He halts, surprise visible in his eyes. You can’t see much more of his face, something like a metal box hiding his mouth, but his hair seems just as purple as his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be more scared for your own safety when you find a guy in the bushes?”

You blink, embarassed. “I mean, yeah, but… you were looking at the kitten more than you were looking at me, so I… I didn’t think, I guess.”

“Well, you can still give me the kitten, and-”

“Forget it,” you interrupt him, trying to get up without flashing him in the short skirt you wore for work. “Find a different one.”

The kitten pees on your hands.

“So you want to be handed over?” You ask it and it mewls back at you pathetically. You sigh, glare ready when gloved hands reach out for it. “No.”

“It clearly needs a home.”

“And it will have one, with me.”

“I saw it first.”

“And it still chose me.”

He sighs. “Look, I’m a Hero. Maybe you’ve heard of me, but-”

“That won’t get you any brownie points here.” You hesitate. “What kind of hero are you?”

“Underground. But you might have heard of me, Brainwave?”

“Not really. Did you catch anyone big lately?”

His shoulders fall down. “No, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry. I could, uh, buy you a coffee? As a thanks for your service?”

“I really want that cat.”

“Go visit the shelter?”

“Oh, no, because I never thought of that before?” His snark is surprising, but not unwelcome.

“So why haven’t you?” You hold the kitten up to check for flees but it seems healthy. His eyes follow its movement and you clutch it back to your chest where it begins to purr.

“It’s supposed to be a present. My little sister is starting school this week and she wants a kitten.”

“And she can’t have a bigger cat why?”

“Eri’s special. If she wants a kitten that will grow with her, I will get her a kitten. There are just no kittens around, it seems. And this one…” He hesitates. “Her hair is white. Blueish white, but white. It’s perfect.”

Your heart melts at this, just a little, but enough it seems. You hesitate as well.

“Can you prove that story?”

“Sure,” he pulls out his phone, turning it for you to see. His phone background is him and a little girl with white hair and a horn on the side of her head, both of them grinning into the camera, though his grin is more on the lazy side. He’s really attractive if he’s not wearing his Hero outfit, it seems.

“And this is Petrol,” he swipes through his phone, showing off a fat cat with almost yellow fur. “He’s her Dad’s cat. Smells like Petrol too, don’t ask me why. Eri calls him Mister Stinker.”

You laugh, swallowing down the last of your hesitation.

“Fine. I will give you the kitten. But I wanna get updates on his health and if I’m not absolutely satisfied I’m taking it back.”

“Are you the stray cat police?” He jokes but you don’t smile. “Something like that. What are you going to name it?”

“I’ll let Eri decide. You’re not going to regulate that, are you?”

-

Brainwave, as you still call him, is diligent with the updates. 

Every morning you get a picture of Pitpat, the little cat, named after the pitter patter of his tiny paws on the kitchen floor, as he explained.

Pitpat is clearly well loved, if you can judge that by the amount of toys he already has. So well loved you don’t hesitate to call him up when you find a very pregnant cat on your way home.

He’s quick to answer and even quicker to question you.

“You’re not taking it in?”

“I will,” you tell him, scratching the feline’s dirty chin. “But I thought I’d give you the heads up if you wanted one of the kids.”

Surprised silence follows it. You wonder if this was a bad idea.

“I’d take the mother,” he finally answers. “No one takes the mothers, right?”

“Oh,” you blink. “That’s… very thoughtful of you. She’s a nice little lady. A little too eager to bite.”

“Bite you,” he corrects you, a grin in his voice. “She’ll love me.”

You laugh. “You’re very confident for a guy who got peed on yesterday.”

“Hey, we don’t judge Petrol’s lack of bladder control.” But he’s laughing and you wonder how you got here, joking with him on the phone when you don’t even know his first name. Or his last.

-

Lady bites him too. He promises that she bit you harder but you doubt it.

All five of her little ones find new homes and you wonder when there’ll be an end to it, the updates about the cats you no longer have any claim to.

Brainwave must know it too, because much too soon there’s a message in your inbox that you’ve been dreading for a while.

Brainwave: Can we get coffee? Where we found Pitpat? I wanna talk.

“Found more cats?” You greet him, trying to downplay the effect he has on you, the rush of your heart at his sight in sweatshirts and a loose-fitting tee, smiling this lazy smile of his.

“Isn’t that your job?”

“Just a hobby,” you deflect, cursing your sudden awkwardness when he gets up to get your drinks.

“Listen,” he twirls his cup in his hands as soon as he’s sitting, looking over your shoulder instead of into your eyes. “I wanna tell you my name.”

“You shouldn’t,” you blurt out. “I can’t sue you if I don’t know your name.”

“Why would you sue me?”

“Why would you tell me your name?”

He laughs, sudden and carefree, and it calms your heartbeat better than any anxiety medication ever could.

“I wanna go on a Date with you,” he manages to say through the last chuckles. “No crime fighting, no cat rescues, just… a date. You and me. And it would be weird if you’d call me Brainwave the whole time.”

“A date,” you echo, speechless.

“Yes. Because I like you. I don’t send so many cat updates because I’m afraid of you, you know.”

“Fooled me,” you huff and he laughs again, softer this time, a sound you want to here at least once more.

“You’re not at all afraid I could say no?” You ask after a second, fiddling with a packet of sugar to ease your nerves. “You’re that confident?”

“Not at all, I’m just very good at faking it.”

“Hmm,” you narrow your eyes at him. “Prove it.”

Without a word he pulls his phone out, swipes his thumb across and turns it over.

There’s a message on screen, riddled with typos and emojis.

Eri’s wishing him luck on his quest to confess to you.

“What if you fail?” 

The question slips out unnoticed, but you don’t miss the way his lips wobble.

“Not that you do, you know, fail, I mean.”

“So you wanna go on a date with me?”

“Promise we’re not picking up stray cats?”

“I promise to try.”

[thenatallie]

A decent lady

Part II

Description: You are Feyd's first concubine ever. You are terrified while being dressed up for him. He is thrilled while he waits for you and already has dirty thoughts and plans for you. You are finally presented to him... Warnings: Becoming sexy, if that should be a warning at all. Next chapter is gonna be a heavy smut, so MDNI.

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You found yourself in a bath with herbs and rose petals, bald servant women were washing you and washing your face repeatedly, because you couldn't stop crying for being doomed for life. You realized immediately that you were going to be sex slave of that young man that you knew nothing about. They were scared because your eyes were already red and swollen. "Stop crying, please... You won't be pretty for our Lord. How can we do your makeup?", one girl said. Elder woman added: "We could be... replaced if we don't get you pretty in time." Between your sobs, you managed to ask who their Lord is. All the servants immediately started staring at you and quickly exchanged glances between themselves. One finally said: "Our Lord Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen." "Feyd-Rautha??!", you screamed in terror. The man known for being psychotic and killing people for fun! "Shh, don't yell, please! Walls have ears, someone might think that we speak bad of our Lord", one of servants said and gave you a concerned look. You understood her fear, poor woman. You stopped crying, and instead od that, you froze. "What is he going to do to me, is he going to hurt me?", you asked quietly, with shivery voice. The woman gave you a piece of friendly advice: "You just need to be obedient and adress him as Lord Na-Baron. Do whatever he says. So far, he never hurt ladies he has chosen. And remember - you should feel honored that he chose you." You took a long deep breath, realizing you really need to put yourself together to go through that nightmare.

***

Meanwhile, Feyd anticipated your arrival into his chambers any minute. He felt thrilled for what he wanted to do with you, his very first concubine. His perverse desires woulld be satisfied whenever he wanted. He just needed to seduce you, to drive you mad for him first, for there is nothing honorable about forcing his lovers to be. Seductuon should not be that hard despite the circumstances, Feyd thought. He knew women too well for quite some time now. Only a few of them were afraid like you when met him, but surprisingly quickly changed their minds. Except... except you were the most beautiful one he's met, you had blond wavy hair, you were slim and with really nice curves, with your eyes blue like his, your porcelan tan almost fair as his. Nevermind the fact you were a real mess that day, trembling for being traumatized. That excited him further as he was thinking of all the seductuon scenarios with you. He wandered how much more appealing you can get when dressed up only for him. He awaited you. He was nonchalantly leaned on a table, wearing black sheer tunic that almost completely revealed his godlike torso and veiny hands. A long, also black, heavy and layered skirt started little below his waist. His leather black boots were elegant, adding a fine touch to the outfit. Feyd was awaiting you while slowly sipping a glass of a dark, thick bittersweet liqor, occasionally licking and biting his lips at the thoughts of you.

***

The agonizing moment had came. Two servants took you into the dark chambers decorated by weapons and different metallic figures. They made gesture to present you to Feyd, bowing, then quickly went out and you heard the sounds of metal door closing. You dared to look at him. You did your best not to show fear, but you felt it anyway. Your eyes were first captured by his unreadable but predatory gaze. The you felt something else, too. Something that made you shift your eyes to his lips. They were so pink, plump and wet. Than your eyes wandered lower. His whole figure caused a faint thought somewhere in your mind that this situation might be a little easier than you think, a little more applealing even... You blushed and looked at the floor. Feyd red you easily, putting very content smirk on his lips. He finally spoke in a raspy voice: "Come here, little swan. Don't be afraid, come closer."

***

[pureshoney]

"i can be a really good girl when i want to be, you know that, daddy. you also know i just rarely want to be," he points out knowingly. it was confirmed that dylan could behave when she wanted to, but even she knows better than to think she could remain entirely quiet while getting fucked by keenan. she's arguing for the sake of arguing. "when have i ever not been serious about wanting you to fuck me somewhere? keenan, you know that you could do whatever the fuck you want, and i'd still say please and thank you …" because whatever crazy fantasy he had, the blonde probably had one just as intense as his. "red lace is. any outfit requests? or is that up to me?" maybe she could wear a slutty checkered mini skirt and a half-undone button-up shirt to really sell the image of someone who'd be in a damn library, tack on some oversized glasses too. "i think it's only fair if you tell me ahead of time what level of brat i need to reach for you to take it away from me so i can make sure i don't get to that level," offers in rebuttal but knowing she most likely won't get the answer she wants. "oh they'll be fucking fine, they're all jealous anyways," probably shouldn't be talking about her friends in that way. still, they were. as much as they didn't like keenan because of the money disparity, they all wished their boyfriends gave them as much attention as he did dylan. "i don't know, but in my defense … i work on my phone too so that will be skewed! it's at least seven hours a day, though," she admits, letting a nonchalant shrug roll off her shoulders. "i look at cute cats and dogs, too; it's not always the sexy snake man. i promise i look at your pictures on my phone more," teases with a playful giggle. "not even a nightgown? i could wear those big grandma ones … i have to be comfortable when i'm going to sleep you know. i can't be sexy for you all the time," hums as her right hand reaches forward to rub his hard-on from over his pants, smirking up at her man at the realization of just how hard he was given the fact that she hadn't even touched him until now. mouth hangs wide open, nodding her head enthusiastically. "yes, yes … i love it," hips roll in loose circles in an attempt to get more friction from his digit, wet hole clenching around nothing. blonde sucks in a sharp breath when mouth envelopes hardened nipple, "daddy," whimpers as he sucks the cream off the skin of her breasts. shoots him a look through long lashes, beginning to rub him faster through the material of his trousers. if he wanted to be a tease, so could she. "mhm … aside from your dick," she's shaking the can in anticipation of his response, immediately complying and pouring a line down the side of her neck. "what about here too?" slowly brings the can toward her legs once more, spraying some over the upper part of her cunt and down toward his digit that was still working against her clit. "i know you fuckin' love eating my pussy too."

"good enough to avoid a librarian chasing us out of their sanctuary? i'm not convinced, princess. you love my dick too much to be quiet while i'm fucking you with it." his words were tinged with smugness because it was the truth in keenan's mind, she was addicted to him and he was addicted to her. "if you're really serious about being railed in a library we're gonna have to train you, practice gagging your filthy mouth and keeping the noise down." it would be difficult for him too, her cunt fit him so perfectly, he was bound to let a few groans slip free as he stretched her. "lace too, red lace dyl", homme adds with a serious nod, already picturing how pretty she'd look with them stuffed inside her mouth, tickling her tongue as she bit down on them. he might just have to prop his phone up amongst those books and record the salacious activity. "hey, i don't want to take your prized possession away — but if you push me far enough baby i have to punish you. it's only fair, you're not gonna learn any other way." wonders just how frustrated she would become, if she would actually hump her own expensive furniture to feel that pressure build inside of her. "if you say so, princess. just know, if you ever do get to that stage i'll take it away and make you beg for it, make you film yourself fucking your own furniture to prove that you need it back badly enough." she can throw that sexy pout at him until the sun rises and he'll still remain true to his word. "they might faint on the spot if they get a look at my dick, do you want to be responsible for putting them in hospital?", jokes as a chuckle escapes, although he isn't opposed to sneaking his hand under one of her tiny skirts or dresses and fucking her that way. "just out of curiosity, what's your weekly screen time average? 'cause with the shit you're throwing out i'm guessing it's in the double digits?" can't say it isn't amusing though, how she tosses out random facts that have him lost for words. "i just look at cute cats and dogs struggling to get down off couches", homme playfully remarks, grinning as he shrugs. "typical all american good guy things, you know?" although in truth, those videos did tug on his heartstrings a little bit. "if you do i'll just rip it off you princess, i don't care where we are if i see you wearing a shapeless dress that hides that body i'll go insane — you're too sexy to be pulling that shit." emotions had always been difficult for him to grasp, he always felt things so intensely -- whether it was hate or love, he tended to be cautious around other people, a lesson learned from loving his mother only to end up with her dead at the hands of the one person he hated more than anything. but with dylan it was so fucking easy to be himself, to fall into comfort around her — she made him happy. there was no denying the fact that he was falling in love with her. but he was terrified to admit it. "like that, princess?" smirks as he plays with her clit, slowly rolling his digit across that swollen bundle of nerves. so badly wants to sink himself inside her right this second, yet refrains for the sake of having some messy fun. "you're always a big fucking mess for me, baby. don't lie." mouth engulfs one perky nipple, tongue flicking against it as he swallows a mouthful of sweetened cream. "mm", lips leave her hardened bud with a soft pop, "aside from my dick?" male coyly comments, "how about on your neck? i fuckin' love marking you up princess, squirt some down the side of it for daddy to lick up."

[marzipanandminutiae]

an unrealized sewing quest

The Ultimate Cozy Victorian Dressing-Gown/Housedress

Dark green light- or medium-weight SOFT wool

China silk lining- maybe silver or a pale gold?

Embroidery on the cuffs, hem, and collar. Probably something from Sewstine's Etsy shop; I have a friend with an embroidery machine

Princess-line

now if I could just FIND the damn FABRIC. but buying wool that's neither suiting nor coating is NIGH IMPOSSIBLE (let alone at a REASONABLE PRICE)