#and praise kevin for 'toning her down'

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A Little Too Much Kirschwasser || NH27 x Magnussen!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age gap, oral (m receiving), praise kink, degrading kink, sub!nico

Wordcount: 1k

She walked in the Haas motorhome with her niece in her arms. She walked over to where her brother stood with his teammate

“Hey, god tur?” Hey, good walk? Kevin asked taking Laura into his arms

“Der var fint. Fik noget is” It was fine. Got some ice cream She smiled seeing her niece happy in his fathers arms

“Nico, this is my sister. Y/N, Nico” Of course she had seen him on television, but god, he was more handsome seeing him face to face

“Nice to finally meet you” She said as they shook hands

“Like wise” He smiled as he took his hand back

For the rest of the day and the weekend, she was always in conversation with Nico, even if her brother weren’t

After the race on Sunday, she had looked for her brother, but was no where to be found

“Have you seen Kevin?” She asked standing in the doorway of Nico’s drivers room

“No. You can’t find him?” He asked looking over at her from the couch he sat on

“No, I can’t. Can’t find Laura or Louise either” She explained to him. She saw he had a glass of some kind of liquor in it

“You want some?” He asked noticing how she started at the glass

“Sure. Thanks” She walked in, closing the door behind her. She sat down beside him as he poured her the drink “What is it?” She asked smelling the liquor

“Kirschwasser. Ever tried it before?” He asked as he took a sip of his own glass

“No, but I do love cherry, so I don’t see how it can be bad” She chuckled before tasting it “It’s good” She said as swallowed the liquor, feeling the way it burning running down her throat

“Well, it is one of the liquors we drink most in Germany” He explained to her

They talked more, as well as drank more. They probably shouldn’t, but it was only walking distance to the hotel

She found comfort in the way they could talk for hours like they had known each other for years, yet they’ve only been talking for a few days

“You know, you’re nothing like your brother” He said, looking at her with blown pupils

“I’m not? How?” She asked and chuckled as she took a sip from her glass

He knew it was the alcohol talking, but he proceeded to speak anyways “You’re pretty, he’s long from handsome” He chuckled “Don’t know who Louise locked that in” He took the last sip from his glass, making it now empty

“Thank you” She said, confidently not looking away from him “It’s hard to believe your single, taking you have the attractiveness my brother is missing” She smiled, making him laugh

Her own pupils were blown from the alcohol, and well, the images she was having in her head about the man sitting in front of her

It had only now hit them both how close they were actually sitting. They didn’t really have a choice, seeing how small the couch were

They had both discarded of their empty glasses on the table. She decided as well to act upon the alcohol

She cupped his jaw with her hand and smash their lips together. He immediately kissed back, pulling her into his lap, making her straddled him

Their lips moved in sync as the kiss got more heated. She started grinding her hips against his, drawing out a groan of him

She took the opportunity to explore his mouth with her tongue. His hands pushed on her hips, keeping her still

“We shouldn’t, if your brother found out-“ “Don’t talk about my brother when I’m making you hard and have my tongue down your throat” He whimpered slightly at her dominant tone as their breaths were heavy and fast

She stood up, but quickly went to her knees. She unbuckled his belt and zipped down his jeans

He bucked his hips, helping her to pull his jeans down enough for her to take his cock out. He groaned at the contact between the skin on her hand and his cock

She looked up at him as she licked a thick stipe up his cock, feeling all his veins as she did so

“Fuck, please” He bucked his hips up when her tongue slipped over his tip. She kept swirling her tongue around his tip as her nails dug into his hips

“Don’t tease, please” His hands grip her shoulders as he threw his head back. His heavy breath had turned into moans and whimpers

He moaned loud as she took all of him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. He bucked his hips, fucking her mouth, hitting the back of her throat at every thrust

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” She could feel him twitch in her mouth as his thrusts were getting sloppy

She kept her head all the way down as he came down her throat. She got off of him and swallowed

She stood up and pulled his face into a kiss “Ich will, dass du mich fickst, Nico” I want you to fuck me, Nico He whimpered at her words, but quickly made work of her pants and panties

He quickly bend her over the little table. He pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. He put one of her legs on the table, gaining him more access

He slowly pushed in, gaining them both a string of loud moans. He started going in and out of her

His grip on her waist became tight as she had a grip on the edge of table, holding herself steady

He whimpered every time she would either praise or degrade him. Her words made him twitch inside her, getting him closer to his second orgasm as she clenched around him

“Fuck, I’m close” Nico whimpered as his thrusts started getting sloppier

“Already? Am I that good?” She smirked, even though she knew he could see it “Come for me, Nico” Her words sent him over the edge and she followed soon too

“We never speak of this to my brother. Got it?” She said kissing him soft

“Of course, he would kill me if he found out” She kissed him again before they both left to get to the hotel

[satlun]

DEADLY NIGHTSHADE Kevin Lomax x fem!reader

Deadly Nightshade (n.) a toxic perennial herbaceous plant

Trigger Warnings: blow job, mention of y/n appearance hair color. 3.5k *ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE*

He hasn't expected to meet a woman like you

Credits: Atropa belladonna, Deadly Nightshade

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“Attractive, psychoactive, dangerous, ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀the deadly nightshade lives up to its name.”

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“Maybe tomorrow.” Kevin’s last word to Milton before the elevator doors closed and the three of them disappeared. Meanwhile, Mary Ann, his wife, is standing at the door with an upset face, waiting for him to come in. “Is that what you're doing when you're working late?” She asked sharply as he walked into the apartment with her. The door was closed loudly before being followed by the sound of arguments.

The situation is getting worse recently. Mary isn't happy with Kevin since his workload keeps increasing which is the cause of him coming back late almost every night. Also, she notices him always talking with other women more often. Even though they're his colleagues or his clients, that doesn't make her feel better, instead it makes her feel worse. Imagine him talking with them every day when she's not around. It doesn't mean she doesn't trust him, nevertheless how could she guarantee that he wouldn't do anything immoderate with them.

Kevin can't do anything either because it's his work, his life, and his income. As long as this apartment's bills are paid by Milton, his boss, he must work really hard to guarantee his stable life. This kind of opportunity is hard to find and he's lucky enough to be chosen, that's what he thinks. He praises Milton as if he is his father and he is his grateful son.

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The following night

Kevin just arrived at a casino where it's located in the middle of Manhattan, New York City. As he walked past the entrance, he could smell the scent of liquor mixed with cigarettes diffuse widely in the room where Milton is sitting and chatting with women that he has no clue who they might be. He walks to the other side of the table before sitting down in front of Milton.

Three women approach him instantly at the moment Kevin sits down on the chair. Alluring ladies with long hair and French perfume. A soft touch on his hand makes him snap back to the present moment. It's the hand of a blonde-haired woman with a gold glitter dress on. She's stunning by the way she looks and dresses. He doesn't pull his hand back, instead giving her a soft smile while the other side of his hand grabs a glass of bourbon gently before sipping it.

The sight in front of him is Milton who's having the best time of his life with the unknown women who work here, of course. Another blonde-haired woman who's sitting on Milton’s lap whose Milton whispered something to her ear gets down and disappears under the table while Milton gazes upon him. He knows what Milton whispered and he knows what she will get after giving him a blow job.

Money, power and glory come along together when you're in the upper class of society. Money is the key to get what you want, and if you have enough to pay. Power is the tool that makes people do what you want them to do, even if they don't feel like it. And glory is the key to success, just like connections which Kevin maintains as much as possible since he arrives at New York. These three things do matter when it comes to a society full of jealousy and competition.

Soon, the woman appears again from under the table with messy hair and ruined lipstick. Milton pays her some money as she gives him a soft kiss on his cheek. Kevin feels so illegal when he catches himself staring at them like this. So, he distracts himself by deciding to talk to the blonde-haired woman next to him.

“Would you like me to do that?” She asked with a seductive tone in her voice while her hand started to trace down on his trousers. Unexpectedly, a sound from his phone interrupted both of them, she glanced at the phone as Kevin picked it up and walked to the silent area nearby.

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A sleepy voice comes through the phone when he picks up. It's his wife. “Go to bed. I have no idea.” He just arrived here and his wife asked what time he would arrive at the apartment. Honestly, she has been acting really weird lately, she probably needs some time to get used to new place. That's what he thinks.

“Mar, you're really starting to piss me off.” He snapped back through the phone. She has the symptoms again, seeing things that aren't even real. It extremely drains his energy when he has to deal with his wife and all these things that aren't even touchable.

His eyes peek out from the room, to the table. Milton turns his head and looks at him. As if it's a sign for him to come back and enjoy the night. “Stop. This guy pays our bills. The food, the heat, the rent on that enormous fucking apartment we live in.” He raised his voice and continued to explain why it's so important to be here tonight.

While Kevin is busy talking to his wife, suddenly, his gaze accidentally stops on a mysterious woman who is at the balcony. She has big beautiful eyes which reflect the light on the balcony. She also has wavy black hair which is the only colour he has seen in this casino besides blonde, brunette and ginger. A cigarette on her hand is put between her red lips. Her shimmering black tight dress can be seen from afar. His gaze is on her for too long until she notices that. He pays attention back to the phone and responds to his wife. “See you later.” He hung up and was ready to put his phone back, but he noticed his wedding ring on his finger which was obviously sparkling. His eyes pay attention to the mysterious woman again and back to the ring before it takes him three seconds to put the phone back and take off the ring.

When Kevin comes back, the blonde-haired woman is already gone, he looks around hoping to find her again but there is no sign of her there at all. However, he doesn't pay attention to the blonde-haired woman much as earlier when the black-hair woman approaches the table and sits down next to Milton.

“Kevin, this is y/n, my friend’s daughter. Y/n, this is Kevin, the new lawyer I talked about.” Milton introduces you to him. A good-looking man with dark brown hair which is your favourite colour.

“Kevin… Kevin Lomax. I have heard a lot about you.” Your voice is soothing and euphemistic that everyone’s heads turn when you speak. In the meantime, he can't take his eyes off of you as well. He is completely captivated by the beauty of you. You seem outstanding from the rest of the women because of your manners and the way you speak. Your eyes stare at him for a second before looking away in another direction.

“Have you? I haven't heard a word about you.” Kevin joked to them. Milton laughs with satisfaction while your eyes are back on both of them. Milton had never told him about you. Even your name, he hasn't heard it come out from Milton’s mouth. When he is losing in his thoughts, you interrupt him by getting off the chair and walking towards the men who are standing next to the pool table.

Milton notices Kevin's eyes that follow every moment of you. “She's beautiful, isn't she?” An unexpected and sharp question caught him off guard. He turns his head to Milton's direction with an expression which is hard to read. “Yeah. She is.” Milton snickers before sipping his vodka again. “Single, elegant… and mysterious.” Milton’s eyes roam every woman next to him, they all laugh, getting along with him very well. They know how to live, how to behave, and how to get his money.

Kevin’s attention changes to you. His eyes are on you and the man who you're leaning on his shoulder. You are whispering something to his ear with your soft voice while the man strokes the ball then places his hand on your waist later. They both giggle and have their own world. He sips his bourbon again while his eyes still keep on looking at both of you.

For a moment, you change your position, walk away from the man to another man. The man with dark brown hair and blue eyes. However, he notices that you don't get close to him like the man earlier, instead leaning on the pool table and having a conversation with him. The man answers your question before he gets close to you and places his hand on your waist just like the man earlier. You swipe the man’s hand instantly and walk away from him with a displeased expression on your face.

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The same balcony that you were there earlier, that's where you go. A cigarette is lit by your gold lighter before it is put in between your lips. The wind blows through your hair and the smoke floats then disappears by the breeze. When you look out from the balcony, you can see many skyscrapers around the city, the noise of the cars down the road. People are living their nighttime life in New York City. Some are going home and some are going to work at this late hour. You're lucky that you were born in a prosperous family, your beloved father is an owner of this casino. Thus, you don't have to flounder or to work hard in order to sustain your life.

“He's not a gentleman, is he?” A similar voice interrupted your thoughts. It's Kevin who just mentioned the man you walked away from. Your head turns to his direction as Kevin leans on the railing, looking down to the street with a glass of amber alcohol in his hand. “You are?” You asked him back right away with wonder. That question caught him off guard as he exhaled and his eyes were at the scenery of New York City. “Let’s say… At least I do know how to behave with women I just met.” His gaze finally meets yours.

“He's my ex-husband.” That was what you responded to while the corner of your lip forms into a smirk, amazing how hard he tries to impress you. The response gives Kevin the final answer of his curiosity that the man is a person who you know very well, not a random man you just met. He sips the glass of bourbon.

“What's the difference between ‘how to behave with women you just met’ and ‘how to behave with women who you know very well’ when the man is already married?” You continued to speak with a fierce smile on your pretty face.

Thereafter, Kevin’s excuse is “I didn't know if he is married.” He gave you a smile with a hint of surprise and embarrassment. The feeling of making men feel off guard must be one of the best feelings, you think to yourself.

“Oh, Kevin… It's not your fault. Just saying.” You shrug your shoulders and lean on the railing. You attention through the glass window where people in the casino seem to have a lot of fun, you can hear their noises from the outside. “Yet…” you turn your head to his direction, making eye contact with him. “He didn't know how to keep his hands to himself when his beloved wife was standing right there.” Your eyes now on them before looking at him, his expression is hard to read but not hard to guess that he’s stuck with the conversation he was trying to have earlier.

You decide to continue to speak. “I don't associate with married men.” You pause and take a last puff of your cigarette before blowing the smoke out to the air. Your body is full of jewellery, Kevin notices that unintentionally since they are shimmering under the light. You must be really rich, he thinks to himself. “But that man is my only exception since he used to be my best friend before we got married.” You snuffed the cigarette on an ashtray nearby meanwhile he took a sip of his bourbon.

“So, back to the start, he is a friend of mine.” You can feel Kevin’s gaze on you when you're staring at somewhere else, as if it's meandering on your soft skin. Soon, as if he could read your mind, his eyes pay attention to the inside of the casino instead.

The conversation is in silence for a couple seconds before he starts speaking without looking at you. “It doesn't surprise me much.” His sudden response threw you for a loop. “What is that supposed to mean?” Your hazel eyes are on him at the same time as his. “Your charms, your deadly weapon.” That sentence makes you snicker instantly since you have heard a lot about that.

“Well… that can get me in trouble sometimes…” You pause for a moment before placing your elbows on the railing. “And I’m more than what I look.” Beauty and women come together, though you can't deny that it can cause a problem as well.

Kevin seems to be surprised with your answer yet confused. “What do you mean by that?” He places the glass and then a cigarette case is pulled out from his pocket before he picks one cigarette then lights it up. The smell of cigarette floats to your direction as your eyes turn to him.

“Being appealing is nothing if you're not wise.” People, mostly men, usually focus on the beauty of women first or maybe only, on the other hand women have more than that. Beauty is one thing but intelligence is another thing which makes women more interested and attractive in their own way. That's what you believe. You didn't mean educationally intelligence only but also wise in the terms of seeing through someone’s tricks.

“Answered wisely.” Kevin nods as he takes a puff of his cigarette. You chuckle at his response, he tries to impress you again by saying that you answered it very wisely. The truth is you didn't try to answer wisely since it's the fact which guides your life, the life which has to encounter with many different people every day and you must keep up with their minds.

“And how come your beauty can get you in trouble?” Kevin asked with curiosity in his mind. He doesn't think that beauty can cause you a problem at all since you can get whatever you want by using your charms, so called ‘pretty privilege���.

“May I retract the sentence?” You said as he nodded as an answer. The wind blows to your face and you inhale the cold breeze of the wind. “The true problem is men who aren't satisfied with what they have… women who have charms are completely normal and if it catches their eyes, it's still alright as long as those men don't approach them and get them in trouble.”

His tumultuous reaction can be seen obviously as he moves his body awkwardly a little bit. You continue. “When those men have their wife at home, they are still here using their wealth and their power to get what they want. When they are supposed to dedicate to their family, yes?” You said the truth which you have faced all your life of being a beautiful woman here at the casino. Back then, when you were the man’s wife, your husband was very rich and powerful. One day at the casino, your husband was captivated by the beauty of a beautiful woman who worked here. He used his money and power to wangle her even though you were still his wife. It was truly a shame when you were still there while your husband ran off to another woman, you couldn't stand it until one day you decided to divorce him. And now the woman is his beloved wife who was standing there earlier. While you were talking to your ex-husband, he put his hand on you, then you realised that you promised yourself that you don't and won't get into that kind of loop again. So, you walked away.

“...what exactly do you mean?” He hesitated for a couple seconds before asking you.

“You're a difficult person to understand, aren't you?” You snickered and gave him a smirk. “Once Marilyn Monroe said in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, ‘Don't you know that a man being rich is like a girl being pretty? You might not marry a girl just because she's pretty, but my goodness, doesn't it help? Well, why is it wrong for me to want those things?’ You can't deny that women at least love money, yet money isn't the only thing they want but doesn't it help if he's also rich.” You glance at him as he exhales the smoke through his nose.

“My point is sometimes women get trapped by it and I won't blame them for that. However, all the things wouldn't happen if those men don't start it all. Don't you think?” You completely understand her, let's say at least you tried. At first, she didn't know that you were his wife. However, the day she knew the truth, she still insisted on being with him without any shame. Then, you realised that the true problem is your ex-husband. If he didn't use his money and power to wangle the woman by how rich and powerful he was, the fact that all these things wouldn't happen in the first place if he didn't show off his money to the woman who loves money as we all do. We love it, we love money.

Kevin smiles at your explanation. “You're right about that… and what if I say being rich is nothing if he isn't handsome?”

“What's the difference with what I just said, sir?” You laughed and smiled before looking into his eyes. Look at how hard he tries to impress you by that humorous joke but the fact that there's no difference. Don't forget that pretending to be wise can make you feel like a fool as well. So, be clear with what you're saying.

“You are married, aren't you?” A sudden question of you making him feel uncomfortable and awkward. His lips apart from each other as if he wants to speak, but you won't let him. “I have always wondered why most men always take their wedding rings off when they come to this kind of place. Do you know why, Kevin?” The way you call his name after that sentence makes him feel a cold shiver running down his spine. It's hard to admit the truth.

“I… don't know.” There was hesitation in his voice as he laughed, trying to hide his awkwardness.

You walk closer to him so he can't avoid his eye contact from you. “Why don't you know?” You tilted your head and waited for his answer but there was no sign of him to speak. “Before you took off the wedding ring, what came into your mind?”

Cat got his tongue. “Because you're not satisfied with what you have, you still want more. You trap your wife in your house and come to women who know nothing about it and make them get in trouble?” Clearly, because you don't want to go back to that loop ever again as well as you don't any woman experiences that kind of the situation either.

“I told you, I don't associate with married men. And why are you still here, trying to spread your charms on me?” You mean the way he tried to respond to every sentence just to impress you but the fact that it made him look so stupid. Kevin is stunned by your statement. The cigarette is still in his hand. He doesn't smoke, doesn't say anything except stare at you with confusion and fear. “I’m not gonna fall for you. Lucky for me that I saw you take off the ring earlier.”

“Sometimes, I feel like I could be a better gentleman than all of you.” You gave him a look from head to toe and walked away. However, something makes you stop so suddenly before turning back to his direction. “Your wife deserves better if you want me to interpret it.” Just in case he still doesn't understand again. This time, you finally walk away from him. Your dress swaying by the way you walk. His eyes are on you with conflict in his mind.

He wipes his mouth and licks his lips before putting the cigarette on the ashtray. “Rich men are greedy, aren't they?” A similar voice interrupted him as his eyes looked at the direction. It's Milton. He walks to stand next to him as their eyes follow you walking to the inside.

“She's like an… Alexandrite, beautiful and rare… but a man still has a thought to have a new one when he already has one in his hand… maybe that one is prosaic and dull unlike Alexandrite which is more exquisite and rare. Contemplate it, Kevin… if you were the man, what would you choose? Find out the answer!” He laughs mischievously and walks away, leaving him with thoughts and conflicts in his head.

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Author's note: let me teach you how to be a good husband, honey.

Author's note: I don't hate men guysss it's just her character since she had bad memories about men in case you might think I hate men or something. I LOVE MEN. (Especially Keanu for sure)

Inspired by Gilda (1946) and a gif to appreciate her beauty.

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Water | Solo Sikoa x BlackFem!OC | 18+!!!! SMUT

Description: Raya is really into Solo's new persona.

Song: Water by Tyla

Face Claim: Kat Graham

Warnings: Spanking, Hand/Glove kink, teasing, Dom/sub dynamic, use of panties as a gag, doggy style (and he cums on her ass), kneeling, degradation (use of the word slut), petnames (baby/babygirl), daddy kink, brat taming, begging, praise (good girl).

Check out my previous Solo x Raya story here and my entire Masterlist here.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are kayfabe based.

Solo Sikoa had been on a roll lately, and it was all thanks to his newfound confidence in the ring, and outside of it for that matter. With Roman Reigns on hiatus for the foreseeable future, he'd stepped up to take charge of SmackDown and become one of its most dominant Superstars even recruiting one of their many cousins, Tama Tonga to join the fray. He was taking this whole tribal heir thing a little more seriously than anyone had expected, especially Paul who quite frankly had no idea what to do.

And with all that confidence came a change in attitude as well: gone were the days when he played second fiddle or stood quite in the background. Now, he was taking what he wanted, living up to the lyrics of his theme song 'Taking it all...' and making sure everyone knew it too.

Raya, his girlfriend, really just couldn't get enough of those sexy black leather gloves and tight-fitting suits. Normally she could keep her cool but tonight she's wildin'. The jewelry. All of it. He was accessorizing now? The fuck? Since when? She thought to herself as she watched her man on TV throwing around Kevin Owens. Poor guy. But damn did her man look good fucking him up.

It was early Saturday morning when Solo walked through the door of his apartment after a late night flight following Smackdown, still riding high on the adrenaline rush from everything that had happened. He could tell by Raya's smile and playful attitude that she was eager to see him too, but there was something else in her eyes as well... desire? Need? She looked ready to jump his bones.

"Hey babygirl," he said casually as he kicked off his shoes and took a seat on the couch next to her having thrown his bags aside. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much," Raya replied, her voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "Just thinking about how hot you looked out there last night." Solo smirked at that and leaned in closer to kiss her on the cheek.

"I missed you," Solo whispered in her ear, his hand slowly moving up and down her thigh. Raya shivered at the touch and turned to face him fully, a look of anticipation on her face. She had been waiting for this all day long, since last night, ever since she saw those leather gloves he'd been wearing. She'd fantasized about the feeling of them all over her body.

"You know, I was thinking about those gloves you wore last night," Raya said coyly. "I really liked the way they looked on your hands." Solo smirked and leaned back against the couch, letting his fingers trace along her skin as he thought about what she was suggesting.

"Damn, baby, my gloves did it for you like that?" Solo chuckled lowly.

Raya rolled her eyes playfully, trying to hide the fact that she was getting turned on by his teasing. "Maybe," she said with a sly grin. "Or maybe it's just you in general."

Solo leaned forward suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he grabbed Raya's chin and tilted her head up so that she was looking directly at him. "You just roll yo' damn eyes at me? think you need to be reminded of who's in charge here," he said firmly. "..'Cause it definitely isn't you."

"Now, I want you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me," Solo commanded. Raya's eyes widened at the sudden shift in his tone, but she obeyed without hesitation. She dropped down onto her knees in front of him and looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and anticipation... wondering what he had planned next. "Stay" He commanded before stepping into the bedroom rumbling through his bag for something.

The gloves. He slipped them on slowly as he approached her, making her pussy pulse with desire.

Raya watched with bated breath as Solo approached her, his big brown eyes locked on hers and the black leather gloves gleaming in the light. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he got closer, almost like a predator stalking it's prey. Solo stood in front of her, towering over her small frame as he stared down at her with an intense gaze. "I want you to beg me for what you really want," he said softly but firmly, his fingers tracing along the edges of the gloves on his hands.

Raya swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to respond. She knew what he wanted from her but it was difficult for her to bring herself to say the words out loud... especially when he was looking at her like that. "Please," she finally whispered after a few moments of silence. "I want you." she added, "Want your hands all over my body."

Solo smirked at her response and leaned down so that his face was only inches away from hers. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked teasingly. "You need to speak up if you want me to hear you."

God dammit, she didn't know whether she should thank Roman or kick his ass when she sees him for creating this glorious monster in front of her. Raya took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice. "I want you," she repeated, louder this time. "Please... I need you."

Solo crouched down and gently cupped her chin, his gloved thumb brushing against her bottom lip as he stared at her intently. "Good girl," he murmured before leaning in to kiss her passionately. His hand slid down to the back of her neck, holding onto it firmly as they kissed for several long moments. Raya was feeling like she was going to melt into a puddle right there on the floor. He was only making her hotter

When Solo finally broke the kiss, he pulled her up to her feet and made quick work of removing her dress and bra leaving her in just her pretty little red lace panties before he led her over to the bed room. He pushed Raya down onto the bed gently and climbed on top of her, his body pressing against hers as he pinned both of her arms above her head with one hand singular gloved hand, while the other travels down her body cupping her breast.

Raya let out a low moan as Solo's hand traveled down her body, his touch sending shivers up and down her spine. She could feel the leather of his gloves against her skin and it was driving her wild, setting off her whole body.

Solo smirked as he noticed the way Raya was squirming underneath him, her body writhing with pleasure from his touch. "Such a dirty little slut. Bet you soaked." he whispered into her ear before biting down on her earlobe playfully. His hand continued to explore every inch of her body, tracing patterns across her skin and making sure to pay special attention to all of the sensitive spots that drove her crazy before finally reaching the waistband of her panties.

Raya gasped as Solo's hand slid underneath her panties, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused with each passing moment... every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He slowly teasingly slides her panties down her legs and thinks for a moment, the wet spot on then making him smirk. He chuckled a bit. "Open that pretty lil mouth, baby." Solo said.

Raya complies opening up for him, he stuffs her damp panties into her mouth, grinning satisfied with himself.

Raya moans softly as she feels her own fill up her mouth, the taste of herself on them making it even more exciting.

Solo smirked down at Raya, enjoying the sight of her with a mouth full of panties. "That's better," he said softly as he began to unbutton his shirt and toss it aside followed by his pants and boxers. He then leaned down and kissed her neck slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along her skin before moving back up to whisper in her ear again. "Do you like having your own soaking wet panties stuffed into your mouth?"

Raya's words come out muffled and unintelligible. Solo laughs and smirks. "Poor baby. Can't hear a word you sayin'. Shouldn't have decided to a brat earlier. Guess you just gon' have to take whatever daddy decides to give you." he teases.

Raya tried to say something in response but it was no use, her words were completely muffled by the panties that filled up her mouth. She let out a frustrated groan as Solo teased her and continued to taunt her about being a brat earlier... which was absolutely true. But that is neither here nor there.

"All fours, baby girl. Now." He demanded.

Raya quickly obeyed Solo's command, rolling over onto her hands and knees, her ass perched high in the air, her back arched just the way he likes.

Solo walked around Raya slowly, admiring her body and taking in every inch of it. His eyes traveled down to the curve of her ass. He ran a hand over it gently before slapping it harshly. Raya let out a yelp as Solo's hand made contact with her ass, the sudden impact causing her ass to jiggle for him, that damn glove adding something to the experience.

"That was for rolling your eyes at me." he said, "Thought I forgot or some shit." he chuckled spanking her ass again.

Raya groaned softly as Solo spanked her again, the sharp pain mixing with a sense of pleasure that she didn't quite understand. He was blowing her mind. Setting off her whole body. It was like he knew exactly what buttons to push to make her feel things she never thought possible... and it was driving her crazy.

Raya gasps as feels Solo enter her from behind, his cock sliding inside of her with ease. She lets out a low moan as he begins to thrust into her slowly.

Solo's movements become more intense as he picks up the pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drives himself deeper and harder into her. She can feel herself getting closer to orgasm with each passing moment

Raya can't hold back anymore and lets out a loud moan as she climaxes, her body shaking with pleasure. She can hear Solo's breathing getting heavier as he continues to thrust into her, his movements becoming more erratic until finally, she feels him pull out of her shooting his warm seed all over her ass.

She collapses onto the bed, panting heavily and feeling completely spent but also satisfied in ways that she never thought possible. Raya lays on the bed, her body still tingling from her recent orgasm.

"Good girl," he whispers tenderly before laying down beside her and leaning down to kiss her softly on the forehead.

Yeah, Raya loved this new side of Solo. Roman and Cody could both expect a thank you card from her.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

My Darling

Summary: A mean clothing boutique shopkeeper. And Kevin who soothes all your insecurities by proving to you what you mean to him.

Oneshot

Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Non-idol au, Fluff?, Friends to Lovers au

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

Warnings: Oral (r! receiving), Cum eating, Slight hair pulling (m! receiving), Protected Sex, Hand holding during sex, Slight body worship, Praise?, Marking (m! & r! receiving), Some aftercare, Use of pet names: Sweetheart & Darling. Very important: Reader is androgynous in clothing & and doesn’t wear makeup, and has body hair, and is a bit self-conscious about both (nothing Kevin can’t soothe ofc). *And if I missed any pls lmk!*

TW: A shopkeeper makes meanish comments about how the reader dresses and doesn’t shave. Leading to slightly self-conscious thoughts.

Word Count: 3,840

Kevin X Androgynous! Afab! Reader

Requested

Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

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You start getting dressed to go out when Kevin calls you up, asking, “Hey, you wanna hang out today?” You look at the clock, “I’d love to, but I have plans to go clothes shopping right now.” He hums, “Okay. How does five sound?” You grin, your heart thumping at the thought of seeing him later, “Sounds good, I’ll see you then.” He sweetly says, “See ya.” You grin as you realize you could get something new to wear on your date. You shake your head at yourself and tell your heart to quiet down. He just wanted to hang out with you as a friend. It definitely wasn’t a date, nor was your outing for him, but it didn’t mean you could get something for the occasion as well. 

You go to a few shops, buying a few things here and there before you end up at a local boutique. You head in, and the shopkeeper sweetly greeted you. You look around, picking out a motorcycle jacket, a few pairs of jeans, and two shirts. The jacket paired well with all the jeans you tried on, including the jeans you had worn there. But it was the two shirts that you were having issues with. The first one was too shapely. And it gave you an ick, so you took it off before trying on the yellow shirt. It was definitely your cut, but you weren’t sure if the color muted your skin tone. So, you ask the boutique owner for a second opinion. You spin around in front of her after asking her about the color to show her how it looks, and she says, “Honey, that?” You nod, and she shakes her head, “You’ll never get a partner if you keep dressing the way you do. Don’t you want something that’s flattering and shows off your natural curves?” You blink at her. All you had wanted was a color opinion. 

You give her a tight-lipped smile as you express to her, “I dress in a way that makes me happy…” The shopkeeper shakes her head, “Up to you, really.” As she walks back to her register, she tsks, “What’s with this new generation and not shaving…” You quickly get out of the clothes you were trying on and put your clothes back on. You didn’t want them anymore. You just wanted to go home. You put the clothes on the return rack and tell her tersely, “Thanks.” As if she didn’t say what she had in the changing rooms, she cheerily says, “Stop by again~.” You leave the store empty-handed, and it takes everything in you to make it out to your car without crying. They were tiny remarks, but they hurt so bad. Maybe she was right… 

You barely made it home, wiping your eyes at every traffic light you stopped at. When you finally parked, you rushed to your apartment, throwing your bags of clothes at the front door and yourself onto the couch as you wallowed. It wasn’t often your insecurities bothered you because you were confident in your skin. But her remarks cut like a remark. You couldn’t be with someone like Kevin. You didn’t dress flatteringly; it made you uncomfortable. You didn’t wear makeup, you didn’t shave, you didn’t do anything that was expected of you by society. And you didn’t want to, and it never mattered before because how you looked and dressed made you happy. But what if those things did actually matter? What if Kevin wouldn’t want to date you because of that? You cry harder into your couch cushion, trying to calm yourself.

An hour later, a knock comes on your front door. And you wipe your eyes before checking the peephole to see Kevin standing there. You gulp, remembering he asked to hang out later today. You try to wipe away any remnants of tears left on your face. So, it wouldn't look like you’ve been crying for the past few hours. You open the door with the best smile you can muster, and he smiles at you, “Hey, (Y/n)-” Before he pauses as he searches your eyes, “You look like you’ve been crying. You okay, sweetheart?” You let him in as you shake your head, looking down at the ground, “I just… I had a really bad day…” He hums and asks you to talk about it. You sigh “It’s over something small…” He shakes his head, “Even if it’s small doesn’t mean it can’t hurt you.” You bite your lip, “I um… well, I went to a boutique earlier.” He nods as you both sit down on the couch. “Yeah, I remember you telling me you were going shopping.” You give him a curt nod, “I did get a few things at other stores. But, uh, I asked the shopkeeper to come over because I couldn’t decide if this one yellow shirt complimented me or not...” 

He puts his hand over yours that’s starting to shake, and you sigh, “She uh… She said that um…” He rubs his thumb over your hand, waiting for you to continue. “She told me that I’ll never get a partner… if I keep dressing the unflattering way I do.” He gasps, “She said that!?” You nod, unable to hold back a sniffle, “It’s just um… it’s something I’ve always worried about. I mean, usually, I'm confident in my style and self. But her saying that… It hit a sore spot.” He shakes his head, “But, sweetheart, she’s wrong. You’ll get a partner no matter what you wear-” You shake your head as you squeeze his hand, “But Kevin,... she’s right, I don’t dress in a way others could possibly like... No one would ever want to date me.” He shakes his head at you, “No, she isn’t. Because if she was right, I wouldn’t find you endlessly attractive and want to date you, huh?” He presses his lips together as he realizes what he said, “This is not how I wanted this to go…” You blink at him in disbelief, “You do?” He nods, “You’re so attractive to me.” You ask him wearily, “You don’t care about how I dress?” He squeezes your hand, bringing you closer, “No, rather, I enjoy it, and god, your outfits make you look hot. And I enjoy how you don’t conform to stupid patriarchal standards.” You look into his eyes, searching for any sign of a lie, “Seriously?” He nods, “I mean it. You look so cool. And you being confident in your style makes you even hotter.” You shake your head, “I... I don’t believe you. You mean you’ve liked me back all this time?” And he asks, “Do you want me to prove it to you?” You blink at him but give him a small nod, “I need words, darling.” You whisper, “Please.” 

He brings you into his hold, removing his hand from yours to cup your cheeks. He smiles as he looks at you, “Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are beautiful?” You whisper, “No…” And he tells you, “They’re the prettiest ones I’ve ever seen.” You blush, and he finally brings you in for a kiss. His lips meld with yours as he pulls you onto his lap. He breaks apart to tell you, “I know this outfit makes you look undeniably hot, but I can’t wait to see what you look like without it on.” You blush as you pull him in for another kiss, threading your fingers through his hair. He runs his tongue along your lips, asking for permission, and you grant him it. His tongue explores your mouth as he runs his hands over your shirt. You let out a soft moan as you pull on his hair, making him let out a soft grunt. 

He pulls back to just kiss your lips, his eyes searching yours. As he gets his hand under your shirt, you shake your head, pulling away from him, and he immediately moves his hands away, “I’m sorry, was I moving too fast?” You shake your head, “That’s… That’s not it.” He waits for you to continue, “What is it?” “I- I… I didn’t- I don’t shave… and she also made a comment about that.” And he smiles before he gives you a shrug, “A little body hair never hurt anyone.” And you shake your head, closing your eyes, “But Kevin…” He tsks at you, “You could be bigfoot, bald, green with yellow polka dots, and I’d still find you attractive. I promise you; nothing is going to scare me away. So may I please see what you look like without your shirt on?” You ask, looking him in the eyes, “Pinky promise?” He tells you, “I’d swear on a stack of ten bibles for you, but yes, I pinky promise.” He links his pinky with yours, and you sigh, “Okay.” His hands creep under your shirt, gently rolling it up before he takes it off. You see his grin grow as he looks over you, “You’re so fine, darling.” You blush at him and whisper a small thanks before he pulls you into another kiss. You find your hands wandering to the end of his shirt and slightly lift it up to run your hands over his stomach. He cheekily flexes his abs as you do. And you giggle into the kiss. 

He peels off his shirt and lifts you up into his arms with ease, “Why don’t we take this somewhere nicer?” He takes you to your bedroom and lays you gently on the comforter. He reaches over and finds the switch for the bedside lamp. And when it turns on, he grins as he looks over you. “You look divine.” You blush, and he leans over you to capture your lips in his. He trails his kisses down your jaw and along your neck, leaving little marks as he does. You move your hand, and when he pauses in between hickeys. You pull his face to yours and bring him in for another kiss. You make out for a few minutes before you both pull away breathlessly. And he sighs, “Fuck, I can’t get enough of your lips.” He brings you in for another kiss, and when you pull away this time, he trails kisses down your chest, teasingly nipping at your skin as he makes his way further down. 

He kisses all along your stomach, and then he stops. And you look at him in confusion, and he says, “Before I get too far ahead of myself, are you sure you want to go further?” You sigh, “Please, Kevin.” He grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on it before pulling off your pants and adjusting to be in front of you. He smiles, kissing along your stomach before he kisses you over your panties a few times. He hooks his fingers under them and pulls them off. You gasp as your self-conscious brain catches up to you as you try to hide yourself from him. Kevin raises his eyebrow at you and asks, “And what do you think you’re doing, darling?” You blink at him, and he says, “I want to see every inch of you. Don’t you dare hide.” You nod, and he smiles as he pushes your hands away and your legs back open. He smiles as he kisses up your thighs. As he grows closer, he sucks on your thigh, nipping at it to give you a hickey. As you gasp, he says, “Your little reminder until next time~” 

He swipes his fingers over your entrance and grins, “All for me?” You blush, giving him a small nod as he licks his fingers clean. He lets out a little hum before sinking further into the mattress to place a kiss on your clit. He grins as you let out a whimper and licks a stripe along your folds. He hears you rustling the comforter and looks up to see your hands desperately seeking purchase in your comforter. He reaches his hand up to hold yours before diving in and lapping at your entrance. Making you squeeze his hand tightly as he shoves his face further in. His nose brushes your clit as he closes his eyes in contentment. He groans, “God, you taste so good, darling…” sending vibrations up your spine. You whimper as he continues to figure out what exactly made you twitch. Licking at your entrance before sucking on your clit and back again. Your moans grow louder as he finally finds his rhythm, his tongue running figure eights over your entrance as his nose bumps against your clit. Your moans are like music to his ears, especially when your legs start shaking against his head. You hold his hand tightly as you start squirming, and his other arm comes to hold you down as he eats you out like a starved man. 

Not being able to close your legs, with your free hand, you seek out the next best thing. You grip his hair, causing him to groan against you as you nearly scream from the pleasure, “Kev-Kevin!” He hums, and it sends more vibrations up your spine, and you let out a louder moan. “I’m gonna-” and before you can even finish your sentence, you do. And Kevin hums again as he laps up your juices. His nose bumps into your overstimulated clit as he does, making you cry out. When he finally pulls away and sits up on his knees, you let out a sigh of relief. Your hands separate for a moment so your mind can finally catch up to your brain. And when you look up at him, you see his chin covered in your juices. He wipes his chin off with the back of his hand and licks it off. He leans over you, “I know I’ve already said it, but you taste so good…” He puts his finger under your chin, pulling you to look at him, “Is all this just for me, darling?” You nod in a stupor, “Just for you…” He smirks, “Good.” before capturing your lips in a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth. 

When he moves back, he reaches back into his pants pocket, pulls out his wallet, and grabs a condom from it. He puts his wallet in his pant pocket before he asks again, “You sure you want to go all the way with me tonight? Because if not, I can always rub one out-” “Kevin, please just fuck me.” His smile slowly turns into a smirk, “You asked for it, darling~” In one swift motion, he pulls off his pants and briefs before slipping the condom over his cock and lining up with your entrance, “Tell me how you feel, okay?” He slips in slowly, and you let out a little gasp, “So- so good, Kev…” He smiles as he grabs your hand again, and your other hand grips the comforter beneath you. You squeeze his hand as he bottoms out, and you both let out a groan. He grunts, “When you’re ready…” He places gentle kisses along your collarbone as he waits for you. You squeeze his hand and tell him he can move. 

He starts out slow, slowly thrusting in and out of you as he starts to work you both into a pace. You whine, “Fa-faster…” You squeeze his hand as his pace picks up, and he squeezes it back before resting his weight on his other forearm. He captures your lips in another kiss and happily swallows your moans as he increases his pace. He pulls away to whisper, “You’re so beautiful, darling.” He gives you another gentle kiss, and you grip your comforter tighter as he starts thrusting even faster. You lean your head up, and he moves his upper body down so you can place kisses on his collarbone. He lets out soft groans as you suck and nip at it to make it nice and red before pulling away. As he thrusts faster, you place a few more kisses up the column of his neck and leave a hickey next to his adam's apple. When you pull back, he’s looking down at you with a small smile on his lips as he starts moving faster, “W-what?” He smiles, pausing to whisper, “I just wanted to kiss you.” He captures your lips in his as he picks the pace back up, and it leaves you moaning in his mouth. 

When his lips leave yours, he shifts his weight to his knees, running his hand up your stomach and to your chin, “You look so hot.” He kisses you again before moving his hand back down and slipping it between you two to rub circles into your clit. You gasp, squeezing his hand tighter and the blankets harder. “Kev-Kevin?” “You close, darling?” You nod as you gasp, and he murmurs to you, “Then cum for me.” Two thrusts later, as if you were under his spell, you come undone. He groans, “Fuck…” He buries his head into your neck as he reaches his own orgasm. He thrusts a few more times, and you whine a bit from the overstimulation, and he stops, breathing heavily as you both try to catch your breath. When you finally can see things other than stars, he pulls out and kisses your forehead, “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He gets up from the bed, pulls off his condom, throws it away, and heads to your bathroom. He returns with a damp rag and cleans you up before tossing it into the hamper and lying beside you. He wraps you up in his arms, peppering kisses over your face, making you giggle. “I know this backward to ask now… But can I ask you to be mine?” You smile at him and kiss his nose, “Only if you’re mine in return.” He grins, “Of course, my darling.” He kisses you before pulling the blanket over the two of you. You cuddle into his chest, letting his steady heartbeat put you to sleep. 

When you wake up in the morning, you find Kevin’s arm wrapped loosely around your waist, keeping you close to him. You look back to see him starting to blink awake. And he smiles at you. His voice is gravely as he says, “You even look hot with a messy bedhead, huh?” You blush and shake your head at him, and he turns you over. You ask, “When did you fall for me?” He smiles, “Five days after the day I met you. But you were so out of my league at the time.” You blink at him, “What do you mean?” He laughs, “You were so cool. You didn't care about what others thought and dressed to impress yourself. And I thought that was so hot.” You laugh, and before you can interject, he says, “Knowing you do care behind that tough exterior. I promise to remind you all the time.” You shove your head into his chest, “Kevin...” You hear him laugh before he asks, “Now, it’s only fair if you tell me.” You look up at him, “I was listening to you talk about something you were passionate about a month after getting to know you. And that was it for me.” He hums, “What was it about?” You grin, “Beyoncé.” He laughs, “Good to know my nerdy fanboy talk turns you on.” You lightly smack his chest at that, “Shut up.” He places a kiss on your forehead before curling around you. You stay like that for a few minutes before he asks, “Would you like to go back to that boutique? I know there were some things you wanted.” You sigh as you look down at your blanket, “I mean, I do… But…” He nods, “Is it because of what she said?” You nod, and he kisses your nose, “Well, now, we get to prove her wrong. And you can try on that top, and I’ll give you my honest color opinion.” You look into his eyes as you ask, “Really?” He nods, “Of course.” You grin, “Okay, let’s get dressed.” 

He offers you his hand when you get out, and you happily take it in yours. When you get close to the door, he looks at you as if to ask you if you are okay with this. You nod. You really did want that motorcycle jacket. The shopkeeper greets you in the same cheery voice, like nails on a chalkboard. You find the jeans, jacket, and shirt you had tried on before. And Kevin grins, “Oh, that jacket is so cool.” You smile, “I love how it looks.” He smiles, and you lead him over to the changing rooms. He lets go of your hand and stands guard outside the changing room. You show him how the jacket looks, and he grins, “Yeah, that’s sexy.” You laugh, and he smiles as he waits for you to try on your shirt. You look over it and still can’t tell if the color looks good on you. And your brain starts replaying what she said to you. Before it can shake you, you quickly move the curtain back. You catch Kevin glaring at the shop owner and giggle before you say, “What do you think?” He smiles, “That yellow looks beautiful on you, darling. It makes your skin glow.” You blush, “Really?” He grins and kisses your nose, “You should get it, and I think it’ll pair with the jacket well, too.” You grin at him. That’s all you wanted to hear. You try the jacket with it and find he’s right before changing back. 

You head to the counter, hand in hand, squeezing his hand for reassurance as you draw closer to the shopkeeper. He whispers, “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here.” She rings your stuff up, and you see her look at your interlocked hands. And he squeezes your hand, grounding you. She tells you the total. And before you can pull out your wallet. Kevin says, “I’m paying for my partner’s clothes.” Her eyebrows raise at him as she scoffs, “Okay.” She hands you your bag and tells you both to have a nice day with a gruff tone. He pulls you in for a kiss right in front of the door, and you hear her gasp. He pulls away and opens the door, and both of you snicker at her attitude when you leave the store. And you tell him, “You didn’t have to pay…” He shrugs, “I wanted to.” You shake your head at him, “But Kevin-” He opens your door, “Plus, wasn’t it fun to prove her wrong?” You smirk, “It kind of was…” He smiles and squeezes your hand, “Then that’s what matters most.” You shake your head, and once he’s in, he asks, “What do you say to being wined and dined, darling?”  You grin as you both buckle in, “Oh hell yeah.”

[natrogersfics]

The Anthology - Chapter 5: imgonnagetyouback

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

“Think you’ll make it up to Ontario anytime soon?”

“Hopefully,” Steve says, catching the way his words cause a glimmer of hope to flash across Sharon’s face. “I know who my first call will be if I do.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Sharon says, rising from the bar stool and leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Take care, Steve.”

“You too, Sharon.”

As Sharon disappears into the crowd, his eyes scan the room where the wrap party is still in full swing. Today marked the last of their double-digit hour workdays, and if the lively scene unfolding before him is any indication, it’s evident that he’s not alone in his relief to have those behind him. Over on the corner, the Russos and the stunt crew are huddled over a table playing what he can only guess is their nth round of Uno. Not too far away, Kevin stands in conversation with the wardrobe team, no doubt thanking and praising them for a job well done. And at the center of the dance floor, commandeering most of the attention in the room, Sam and Bucky trade dance moves to the delight of the crowd that’s gathered around them.

He shakes his head in amusement, feeling the warmth of gratitude permeate through him as he brings his beer bottle up to his lips to take a swig. He had spent more time with these people than he had with his own family over the last few months, witnessed them pour their blood, sweat, and tears to ensure their movie could be as successful as it could be. To now see everyone euphoric with joy and deservedly celebrating the fruits of their labor feels like nothing short of a gift.

Well, everyone except one, he realizes.

His gaze goes from one end of the room to the other in search of that ever familiar figure, and despite how trying their situation has been, he finds himself disappointed when he doesn’t find her. Maybe she didn’t come. In the last few weeks, she’s never spent a minute longer on set than she’s absolutely had to. It only made sense that she’d take the first opportunity to get away from all of this.

From you.

It’s with a sigh that he pushes off the bar, batting away the intrusive thought and making his way towards the door in search of some quiet. The air is humid against his skin as he walks out into the late summer’s night, the studio lot that’s never not buzzing with activity during the day proving to be a somber sight as it sits empty and lit only by the moon and the sparsely spaced streetlights.

He’s barely taken a breath when he sees it – the silhouette of someone perched on the steps leading to the sound stage, smoke billowing from the cigarette between their fingers. And whether it’s intuition or simply unbridled curiosity that has him walking towards it, he’s unsure.

“You said you’d quit that,” he says when he approaches to find Natasha seated by the bottom of the stairs, staring at nothing in particular.

“I said a lot of things,” Natasha says, the end of her cigarette glowing a bright orange as she brings it up to her lips.

“You did,” he says, watching the smoke waft into the air as she exhales. She finally looks up at him, and for the first time, he sees the way her cheeks are flushed with red and the glazed, faraway look in her eyes. He nods towards her feet. “How many of those have you had?”

Natasha looks down between her boots, to the empty crystal tumbler resting on the concrete, before lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “How’s Sharon?” she asks instead. Surprise must have flashed in his expression, prompting her to chuckle. “No need to be embarrassed.”

“Natasha-”

“She’s the better choice anyway.”

She’s in no condition to hash this out. Logically, he knows this. Nevertheless, something about the tone in her voice, particularly the bitterness that seeps into it, causes all the hurt and resentment he’s been trying desperately to hold in all these weeks to come rushing to the surface.

“You know what? No, you don’t get to do this! You can’t just cast me aside out of nowhere, and then throw yourself a pity party!” He stares at her, imploring her to show him something, anything to explain why she felt the need to plunge them both into this mutual hell they can’t seem to escape. Only she doesn’t respond, and defeatedly, he finds himself plopping down next to her on the stairs and taking the cigarette from between her fingers. “Goddamn it, Nat.”

The silence lingers between them, and it’s only when he takes a drag from the cigarette that he hears her giggle. He turns to her, raising a brow up in disbelief.

“Steve Rogers smoking,” she says, trying – and failing miserably – to contain her laughter. “What will the moral police say?”

He wants to shoot her a withering look, to chastise her because there’s nothing, absolutely nothing funny about this predicament they find themselves in. But as he takes in the amusement thick in her expression, for reasons beyond his comprehension, he feels his lips begin to twitch in a little smile, too. And before he knows it, they’re both breaking out in laughter.

None of it made sense. Her actions have brought him nothing but torment these last few weeks, and yet, as their laughter tapers later on, all he wants in this moment is to take her in his arms. He sighs. “Why’d you walk away?”

For a moment, she only holds his gaze, and for the first time since he woke up to an empty bed that fateful morning, it’s as though her mask comes off and he sees her – his Natasha – not the stranger he’s been watching from a distance all these weeks. And if he easily recognizes the internal battle raging in her eyes, it’s only because he, too, has been contending with it.

“Because it doesn’t matter if I’m your costar, friend, or the one you want to come home to,” she whispers eventually. “You’re you, and I’m me. And so long as I’m in the equation…” She shakes her head, her lips curling into a smile that’s painfully rueful. “Pick your poison, babe, I’m poison either way.”

Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Mordent

Chapter Eighteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam, Billie

Word Count: 2880ish

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, this turned into more of a brother chapter than I originally intended, talk of tattoos and body mods, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

Dean walked out of the studio with a cassette recording of their album, a CD and a thumb drive. He always asked for it to be playable in the impala and Ash always came through. The other options were for Bobby and Sam, respectively. Sam would send the files to everyone else. It was finished, set to be released while they were on tour, with the label’s stamp of approval and all. ‘Waysides and Regrets’ was thirteen songs packed with everything they could pour into them.

"Don’t call it a comeback,” Dean muttered to himself as he slipped into the driver’s seat and popped the cassette into the deck. The opening to Rupture ripped through the speakers and Dean cackled at hearing it like a civilian. He drummed along with Pam on the steering wheel as he turned out of the parking lot, saluting the guard at the gate as he went. 

He listened to it all before going back home. Rupture bled into Pushing Through which mellowed out to the subdued Brothers Keeper. Then they cranked it back up with Route 666, which slid into the angsty Prophet and Loss that showcased just why Kevin was Cas’ replacement (musically at least). Beyond the Mat and Goodbye Stranger were two sides of the same coin, introspective but in different tones, soulful and combative respectively. Then there was the first single, Annie’s duet, Baby, which Dean unabashedly wrote about his car, but as if she were real and he could thank her and praise her for everything she meant to him. He sang out loud with every word of that song as he cruised faceless side streets letting the music wash over him. 

Everybody Loves A Clown, Except Sam was supposed to be a joke track, but they got carried away with it and it actually was one of the funnest songs to play for Dean, and Kevin going full calliope for the chorus was totally worth it.  Gods and Monsters was fueled by Dean’s inner rage and where his anger came from, also known as John Winchester and his own self worth issues. Missouri had a field day when he sent her those lyrics. Then there was Lee’s track which Dean helped merely tweak some lines, Give Me My Axe: An Executioner’s Song. It was even better with the windows down and the road disappearing beneath his tires. The final track was an anthem, not quite what the kids would call a banger, but celebratory enough to be the potential second single from the album. It’s about the weekend Dean finally came up for air, when Sam holed him up at Bobby’s cabin in Tahoe and they had his come-to-Jesus intervention thing. It’s about letting go and letting your people catch you, aptly named Weekend at Bobby’s. It turned out better than Dean could have hoped.

He turned into the canyon when the bonus tracks started, knowing the album was drawing to a close and wanting Sam to hear it before he got too emotional about it. The house was quiet when he walked in, the coffee still in the pot, but Sam’s rinsed-out smoothie blender upside down in the sink. Dean found Sam outside, despite the cooler air, going through his yoga routine. 

Dean teased Sam about a lot of things, but it held little venom with the things that brought Sam well-being. 

“Hey, mop-head, got the album when you’re ready,” Dean called from the doors off the kitchen.

Sam exhaled and smiled, eyes closed in concentration. Dean didn’t know how he did it, but he understood sometimes other senses just get in the way of an experience, almost like they try to crowd it or consume it because it’s not about them.

“Gimme like ten minutes,” Sam replied and shifted into mountain pose. 

“Fair enough.”

Dean left the thumb drive on the counter and made his way into the living room. They had speakers in their jam room, but Dean hadn’t eaten and lunch was sounding better by the second. So he popped the CD into the stereo and paused it with one of the many remotes they’d accumulated through years of technological upgrades. Sam had an app on his phone for half of it, but Dean still favored physically punching buttons to get what he wanted done.

He made his way back into the kitchen and started pulling things out for BLTs. Sam had some tofu-bacon in the drawer and he fried that up too, and if a little of the real grease got on it, it was too bad for Sam. He grabbed a couple of bags of chips from the pantry and then some leftover fruit salad from the fridge to even them out. Life was about balance after all, and having a health nut for a brother and roommate Dean had learned to pick his battles. 

“Hey, that smells amazing,” Sam broke through Dean’s little self-congratulation.

“Yeah, mine does, yours smells like a nursing home cafeteria—- You ready?” Dean asked, holding up the remote with one hand while popping a chip into his mouth with the other.

“Hit it,” Sam agreed, sitting at the counter as Dean slapped his sandwich down in front of him.

They ate and listened, commenting here and there. Sam helped Dean clean up the kitchen and they both gravitated to the couch to finish listening. Dean took out a bowl he kept in an end table and packed it, smoking casually as Sam took in each song, each transition. 

It was one moment, but it was also a hundred others in the years before it. Brothers sitting in comfortable quiet as music spoke to them instead of one another. They were thirteen and nine and Dad had brought home a signed Lyle Lovett album for them to ingest. While neither of them were yet prone to country, it shifted their ideas of just what good music was. They were fifteen and eleven and done enough chores for a trip to Record Town in North Platte where they each got a tape apiece. Dean got Jar of Flies by Alice in Chains while he convinced Sam to get The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails instead of Tori Amos’ Under the Pink. They read every line of production details and lyrics on the pamphlets tucked into the plastic cases. 

Sam came home to find Dean back for the weekend. It was early ‘98 and it felt like everything had turned horrifyingly pop focused. The Prodigy’s Fat of the Land was playing on the boombox Dean had dragged out of Sam’s room as his big brother cleaned the kitchen back to his standards and not Kate’s livable level of clutter. They were waiting to hear if they had a brother or a sister. The only thing said between them was Dean reassuring Sam that he put his Celine Dion CD back in its case. 

They sat in Lee’s dorm room, stoned and drunk, watching as his roommate's computer uploaded their album. It felt like it would take forever, but it was also insane to think that people all over the world could listen to their music. It was full of possibility, but it was also just two brothers and their friends in their habitat, existing together.

“Dude— did you autotune me?!” Sam gaped, chuckling self consciously while listening to his line of the acoustic track of Brothers Keeper.

“Barely. Like nobody’s gonna notice, they’ll be too busy balling their eyes out,” Dean reassured.

“Yeah, like you, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Sam laughed, but let his embarrassment go; the nervous bastard always hated singing which was why he wasn’t as good at it. 

The album reached its end and they started talking about ideas for the tour, things to write down and beg Charlie for like lighting designs or album specific imagery when they hop back into their older stuff. It was almost four when Dean finally got over to Bobby’s with the CD, but he didn't stay for another listen. He let Annie have her moment with Bobby gushing, as much as the geezer could or would gush.

On the way home, you called him squealing with excitement.

“You listen to it already?”

“No! I just got the files from Sam. I guess I shouldn’t have called until I heard it all, huh?”

Dean chuckled. “Maybe. Or maybe you’ll hate it and never want to talk to me again.”

“Ha-ha. But no, seriously, I’m so excited. I’m going to blast it as I meal prep. Do you want my review long hand or can I just call you back and talk your ear off?”

“Whatever you’re willing to give me,” Dean tried for playful.

“Dangerous, Winchester. Okay, well I have like ten more things I have to do now that we have a single. But I’ll be in touch.”

“Sounds good— and thanks.”

“No— thank you.”

Dean hung up and let the fear roll in. You were going to hear it all. Everything he had been through and everything you had helped him overcome. He only hoped you wouldn’t be upset by making a cameo on something so public. Or embarrassed by the way he still needed you. 

Dean promised he’d be on his best behavior. Part of that was putting out fires for the band, to try and help make your job easier. So after the shake up from Kevin and Cas, he called Billie and apologized for his bandmates’ (both past and present) disrespect. She told him he could make it up to her. But there was no way Dean was going under the needle again, last time he even looked at one he almost threw up. But, it just so happened he knew someone who was in the market for some art. 

Unfortunately, that meant Dean would have to tag along.

Billie’s studio was modern and bright, with different colored walls contrasting the silver accents, both mirrors and shelving. From the outside, Reaping Ink was a small sign on a battered street, but inside it felt like walking into an art gallery and not someplace that had hard sharps containers and enough first aid equipment to stock an ambulance on hand.

And the furniture was always so damn comfortable.

The last time Dean had been here was for a memorial tattoo for Jo that you got on your right shoulder. He nearly broke your hand holding it as he tried and failed not to watch your skin be pierced continuously. It was a beautiful tattoo, everything Billie did was masterful. It just wasn’t something Dean wanted to sit through again.

Luckily for everyone, Bela didn’t need Dean to hold her hand. But she did need him as in with Billie, who usually booked appointments six-to-eight months out. 

“Hello, Dean,” Billie’s dark voice called once they walked in, she stood so still and so silently, he hadn’t even noticed her among the cacophony of color in the waiting area.

“Heya Billie, this is Bela,” Dean guided Bela with a hand on the small of her back, the way Billie’s dark eyes clocked the motion made Dean want to step back. Like a nun catching you standing too close to your crush in the hallway. Dean never went to Catholic school, but that feeling of getting caught, of doing wrong was universal.

“Pleasure,” Bela smiled at the artist, while Billie just nodded.

“I have a couple versions for you to pick from, I think I got the gist of what we talked about, but I wanted to be sure on sizing and layout. So come on back and we’ll get started,” Billie went straight into business mode. No whining about Cas’ impulsiveness or speculating on Dean and Bela’s relationship. At least verbally, her eyes held a very different story.

She had three different stencils already cropped and laid out for Bela to see as Bela rucked up her top and rolled down her leggings. It wasn’t a tramp stamp, she was insistent on that, but it was on the back of her right hip, something she could glance at or hold if she needed to. The way she talked about the position of the tattoo, made it seem just as important as the content or the coloring of it.

“Dean?” Bela’s voice drew Dean out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” 

“Can you take pictures with my phone? Before, during, and after?” Bela handed him her unlocked iphone and he turned it around to focus on her nearly bare back. He took a few shots and gave it back. 

“You’ll want that to distract you, trust me,” Dean assured.

Bela rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that what you’re here for?”

Dean went green. “As long as I don’t have to watch.”

“Really?!” Bela exclaimed and looked over to Billie for confirmation.

“Mmm-hmm, boys one of the worst I’ve seen around needles. No wonder he doesn’t even have his ears pierced.”

“I guess I never noticed—- wouldn’t have thought. Poor thing,” Bela sighed as she settled on her stomach on one of Billie’s many specialty beds. 

“Can we not? I mean, I’m here ain't I?” Dean huffed and pulled out his own phone. You still hadn’t texted him what you thought about the album, but he also knew you were busy, so he didn’t want to rush you or look too desperate.

He felt Bela and Billie have a silent conversation as he pulled up his sudoku app, but ignored them as Billie got the stencil in place, only getting up to snap another picture. Then, they were off. Bela and Billie making small talk about the design, which Dean knew Bela had put a lot of thought into, especially since it would officially tarnish her good girl image. Even in this day and age, most of her fans were in their fifties. A tattoo could rattle the masses. But getting one with Dean seemed like a good compromise of their images.

He was rubbing off on her, so to speak. Well, he hadn’t done that literally since his talk with Sam, but you know.

They sat for an hour and a half and took a break, Dean went to get food and coffee, which he left in the lobby so as not to infringe on Billie’s strict rules. Dean took a couple more pictures and some stupid selfies for Bela to find later. The shop was closed to the public and since Billie’s latest playlist had started over, Dean asked if he could hook up to the bluetooth. 

Billie looked at him appraisingly as it became clear that he was playing his own music during his girlfriend’s appointment. 

“What?”

“You’re either looking for my approval or you’re buttering me up by letting me hear this first. Which is it?” Billie manhandled Bela back into position to get going on the shading.

“I don’t know, man. Both?”

Billie hummed, but didn’t reply.

Dean walked around the studio, looking at the different sets of flash and paintings that covered the walls. He flinched away from the spinning display of rods, tapers, disks, and rings for piercings and stretching. He felt like a waste of space, but mainly because he was never any good with boredom. Being idle in a place he was already uncomfortable, for a plethora of reasons, was akin to torture.

He remembered to breathe.

He checked his phone. He put that back into his pocket. He stole Bela’s phone for a few more pictures, trying not to look directly at her raised, red flesh.

“How’s it going?” Dean asked, after giving Bela her phone back, his album running its course around them.

“I’d say another twenty minutes and then I’ll bandage her up. You good?” Billie asked, surprisingly sincerely.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine. Just curious,” Dean muttered.

“Hey, Dean. I like the music,” Billie said, waiting for him to make eye contact.

“Thanks,” Dean nodded, trying not to let his blush show.

“When’s it coming out?” Bela asked, suddenly reminding Dean why he was there in the first place.

“End of April,” he said. “Single’ll be released week after my birthday.”

Bela paused and looked up at him, but Billie was the one to break the ice.

“Which is?”

“Uh, the 24th. Baby hits your airwaves on the 29th.”

“Is that Annie Hawkins on that track?” Billie asked.

“Yup,” Dean grinned.

“Damn, almost forgot about her. Nice pull,” Billie praised.

Dean chuckled, not explaining his connection. She’d find out eventually, if it even mattered. “Yeah, we got lucky with that one.”

Bela was inked up, wiped down and vacuum sealed over the following half hour. Dean paid for the work, plus a generous tip. And posed for a few promotional shots with Bela and Billie alike. Once everyone was satisfied that what they had would help all involved, Bela and Dean said their goodbyes and thank yous and headed out for a late dinner at Elizabeth’s. 

“Do you want me to send these to you or to Y/N to latergram?” Bela asked as their drinks arrived. 

“Just send ‘em to Trouble. She’ll know what to do with them better than me,” Dean ducked out of the responsibility, unaware he was planting another social media minefield for you to navigate by doing so.

Tagging:

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@suckitands33

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Chapter Nineteen: Pizzicato

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Peter Montgomery at RWW:

The Trump campaign’s desperate and dishonest attempts to distance itself from the MAGA movement’s wildly unpopular Project 2025 policy agenda are failing miserably. The Heritage Foundation, a central hub of the right-wing political infrastructure which moved aggressively into the MAGA camp under the leadership of its current president Kevin Roberts, launched Project 2025 in 2022. Right Wing Watch took notice, reporting on the project’s confident assertion that it was preparing the MAGA movement to “take the reins of government” after the 2024 election. As RWW noted, by that point the right-wing movement had achieved its long-sought goal of taking dominant control of the Supreme Court. Project 2025 is a game plan to do the same for the executive branch.

Heritage gathered dozens of former Trump administration officials and other MAGA movement leaders to produce a more than 900-page policy agenda detailing their plans. They created a blueprint to give the next conservative president virtually dictatorial powers to bend federal agencies to his will, turning them into weapons against his personal enemies and political opponents and an enforcement arm for the Christian nationalist worldview, while at the same time sabotaging agencies’ ability to carry out their mission to protect American workers, communities and the environment. Project 2025 began recruiting and training tens of thousands of ideological warriors to prepare them to fill the jobs of the federal government employees they plan to purge.

But the Heritage Foundation’s arrogance may have gotten the better of them. It turns out that most Americans do not want to gut environmental protections, public education, and civil rights enforcement. Most Americans don’t want federal power being used to intrude into families’ most intimate decisions—or to enforce the idea that there’s only one legitimate form of family. Public opposition to Project 2025 grew as more media outlets and policy experts dug into the policy agenda this year, and explained who would be hurt if these policies were implemented. Public awareness soared after John Oliver dedicated the June 16 episode of Last Week Tonight to exposing Project 2025, and again when actress Taraji P. Henson used her platform as host of the June 30 BET Awards to sound the alarm, telling people, “The Project 2025 plan is not a game. Look it up.”

[...] Trump’s attempts to distance himself from Project 2025 were ultimately doomed by his choice of MAGA hardliner J.D. Vance as his running mate. Vance has praised Project 2025’s authoritarian, anti-equality, anti-freedom policy agenda. Right Wing Watch reported during the RNC that Vance wrote the introduction to Roberts’ new book, “Dawn’s Early Light: Burning Down Washington to Save America.” As Right Wing Watch noted at the time, “Roberts’ book title is reminiscent of a joke told among Federalist Society operatives describing their long game to repeal the New Deal and reverse a century of precedent and progress: ‘Rome Wasn’t Burned in a Day.’”

Since then, the Trump camp has been flailing. At the end of July, Project 2025 director Paul Dans, championed as hero by MAGA leaders like Steve Bannon, was apparently forced to step down under pressure from the Trump campaign, which wanted some beneficial headlines suggesting that Project 2025 was shutting down. In reality, the policy agenda is in place, along with the secret 180-day game plan for pushing it forward, and Heritage continues to recruit potential foot soldiers. Roberts and his publisher toned down his book’s subtitle, removing the unlit match from the cover and changing “Burning Down Washington” to “Taking Back Washington.” Then they announced that the book’s release—which was scheduled for September—would be delayed until after the election. Unfortunately for Trump and Vance, some journalists got review copies of the book and have reported on Roberts’ ideology and Vance’s violent rhetoric.

Roberts’ book and Vance’s enthusiastic endorsement of it are good examples of a phenomenon I identified in an article on Project 2025 for Political Research Associate’s Public Eye magazine earlier this year. I noted that Project 2025 reflects “a movement-level, ideological shift away from a libertarian mistrust of government power and toward an authoritarian view of government power being used ruthlessly—whether as a righteous force wielded to advance a ‘biblical worldview’ or turned against an ‘administrative state’ supposedly captured by a radical Marxist left.”

Peter Montgomery wrote in Right Wing Watch on Donald Trump’s dishonest bid to “divorce” himself from Project 2025 got blown up.

[all-about-kyu]

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Summary: Kevin knew that her girlfriend really wanted to have fun with another girl. At a party, the couple finds a pretty girl and knows exactly what they want. Pairing: fem!Kevin x fem!Jacob x fem!New Genre: smut Tropes: gender-bent au, established relationship au, uni au Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, parties, kissing Smut Warnings: lesbian sex, threesome, strap-on, oral sex, clitoral stimulation, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, brat taming, face sitting, breast play, grinding, finger sucking, overstimulation, subspace/ subdropping, dom top!Kevin (hard w/ Chanhee, soft w/ Jacob), bottom!Jacob, switch brat!New Word Count: 3,278 Note: No thoughts. Just lesbians. (thank you to @raibebe for proof/beta reading <3)

Suffer with me tag: @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

Kevin has an arm wrapped tight around her girlfriend’s waist while being a wallflower. She always enjoyed observing people at parties more than actively enjoying the festivities. Jacob has a bright smile on her face while happily chatting with Younghoon. The older woman is always social, even if Kevin doesn’t nearly socialize as much as her. Kevin tucks a stray chunk of Jacob’s short blonde hair out of her face before placing a chaste kiss on her head. Turning, Jacob smiles brightly and kisses her girlfriend’s cheek. Kevin smiles and starts to people-watch again. A pretty girl with her wavy blond hair tied back into a low, messy bun, one strand loose in her face, suddenly catches her attention. Her eyes rake up and down Kevin, then flick over to the other woman. The way this mystery woman looks at her girlfriend makes her both intrigued and hold Jacob just a bit tighter.

“You okay, baby?” Jacob asks sweetly.

Kevin nods, “Yeah, I’m okay.” her mostly dark hair falls forward into her face again when she leans down to whisper in her ear, “Look over there. There’s a pretty girl you might like.”

Jacob briefly excuses herself and Kevin from her conversation with Younghoon, who only smiles softly, mentioning that she’ll be seeking out her boyfriend, Renjun. Jacob turns around in Kevin’s arms and places her hands on her shoulders and in turn, Kevin puts both her hands on Jacob’s waist to pull her closer with a knowing smirk on her lips. The blonde woman looks away, slightly shy. Reaching a hand up, Kevin places a hand under her chin and makes her look back into her eyes. Jacob’s eyes are full of stars, and she stares at her girlfriend with a slight pout. Kevin jerks her chin and then turns Jacob’s face toward the foldable table being used as a makeshift bar.

“You see that pretty blonde?” Kevin whispers lowly against the shell of Jacob’s ear. The shorter woman nods, “She’s been looking at us for a while. Do you want to have fun with her?”

“Kev?” Jacob asks quietly.

Kevin lets out a small chuckle, “I know you want to have some fun with another girl. Do you think she’s down?”

Jacob pushes her body against her girlfriend, “On my own?” She turns to look back at her girlfriend, a bit of anxiety swimming in her eyes.

“Do you want me there, baby?” Kevin asks, focused on her girlfriend, with a suggestive lilt invading her tone.

Jacob nods again, “I can’t do that on my own. She seems…”

While they were talking, the woman in question started to wander closer. Neither of the two noticed her. She moves like a cat stalking a canary as she comes closer until she can hear pieces of the conversation despite the loud music booming through the sorority house. It’s cute how the long-haired one with blonde front pieces holds the other close to her. Clearly, the short-haired blonde is pouting and trying to convince or ask the other for something. It’s not until she’s within three feet of the couple that they notice how close she’s grown to them.

“Hey, pretty girl.” She interrupts, completely ignoring the taller woman, who gives her a slightly sour smile.

“Hi,” Jacob smiles shyly, “I’m Jacob.”

“Chanhee,” she replies in a flirty tone. You look so cute and pretty. I love the look of the oversized shirt as a dress.”

“It’s actually mine.” Kevin interjects.

Chanhee only gives her a sassy side eye as an answer, immediately turning her attention back to Jacob, “You want to show me your room? I know you’re one of the sorority girls.”

Kevin isn’t sure if she should be offended or proud since Chanhee is literally ignoring her existence to flirt with her girlfriend. But at the same time, this is exactly what she wants. Chanhee reaches out and takes Jacob’s hand off of Kevin to hold it. Jacob looks between her girlfriend and the woman flirting with her. Kevin lets go of her and gives her a reassuring nod. Chanhee smirks and gently pushes her glasses up her nose.

“You showing me your room?”

Jacob nods slightly, “I- I can do that.”

With another look at her girlfriend, who again reassures her, she starts to guide Chanhee toward the stairs. Even with her fingers interlocked with the other blonde, she looks over her shoulder with a pleading look toward Kevin one last time. Kevin only gives her a look that only tells her to have fun with her, shooing the pair upstairs. 

The booming music starts to dull as the blondes make their way upstairs and the moment Jacob opens her bedroom door, Chanhee makes herself feel at home. On the desk, there are textbooks pilled up—both her communication textbooks and Kevin’s psychology ones. A corner of the room has her house plants accompanied by Kevin’s pet snake Monty’s tank.

“Um, this is it.” Jacob chuckles awkwardly, still leaning against the closed door.

Chanhee hums as she walks over to one of the blooming plants and gently runs her fingertips along the petals of one of the flowers.

“Cute. I’m more interested in your bed, though.” 

Jacob feels as though her brain factory resets, “I- um, my bed I share with Kev?”

“Mhm,” Chanhee hums, “Is your girl okay with you sharing it with me?”

Jacob stutters out nonsense and tucks some hair behind her ear. She can’t make eye contact with the pretty woman. Chanhee moves closer to her and places a hand under her chin, a low chuckle falling from her pretty lips when Jacob still tries to avoid eye contact.

“Look at me, pretty girl.” Chanhee purrs. Jacob lets out a shaky breath and finally looks at her. “That’s a good girl.”

If she had been unsure how to react before, now it was even worse. Chanhee has pretty sparkly eyes that she gets completely lost in. The sparkly eyeshadow on her eyes only makes them seem even more entrancing. Paired with the shiny lip gloss on her plump lips she’s rendering Jacob’s mind completely empty. Chanhee reaches up and pulls Jacob’s glasses off her face.

“We don’t want these getting fogged up, do we?”

“N-no.” Jacob shakes her head, the ends of her hair hitting her chin when she moves.

Chanhee chuckles again and leans in to place a kiss on the corner of Jacob’s lips. Her lip gloss isn’t too sticky against her lips. It’s something she could easily get drunk off of. The moment Chanhee pulls away, Jacob leans forward to chase after her lips. 

“You want a kiss?” Chanhee purrs again.

Jacob nods dumbly, eyes transfixed on her lips. Chanhee pushes the loose strand of hair out of her face and leans in again. Her lips feel soft against Jacob’s, and her lip gloss tastes like strawberries and watermelon. She was absolutely right to assume she’d get drunk from the taste. Chanhee entangles her fingers with Jacob’s and holds their hands at their side against the door. A small gasp escapes Jacob’s lips when Chanhee nips at her lower lip. Pulling them away from the door, Chanhee places Jacob’s glasses on the bedside table while pushing Jacob down on her bed.

When she hits the bed, her oversized shirt hikes up just enough to show her thighs but still covers her underwear. Chanhee stares at her plush thighs for a moment before she pulls the hair tie from her hair, letting her long, wavy blonde hair cascade down her back and over her shoulder. Leaning over the older woman, Chanhee smirks, seeing her lip gloss smeared on Jacob’s lips.

“Can I take this off of you, baby?” Chanhee asks, toying with the edge of Jacob’s long shirt. 

Jacob nods, “Y-yeah, you can.”

Raising her arms above her head, she lets the other woman pull the clothing off her body, leaving her in only her matching bra and panties where a very obvious wet patch had already formed. Chanhee presses a hand into Jacob’s thigh, holding it down to the mattress.

“You’re needy, baby.” Chanhee says, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “It seems like you were planning something tonight with this pretty little set. Were you hoping your girlfriend would fuck you dumb like this?”

Reaching out, she runs her fingers against the seat of Jacob’s panties. The elder whimpers and bucks her hips into the touch. Jacob brings a hand up to cover her mouth, only for it to be grabbed and pinned above by the other blonde. Chanhee’s long blonde hair gently tickled against her waist at the sudden movement.

“Don’t you dare cover that pretty face.” Chanhee threatens.

Jacob’s apology gets lost in her moans as Chanhee chooses that exact moment to start playing with her clit over her panties. 

“Fu- fuck me, please?” Jacob whines, eyes blown wide with need.

“Aww, such a good girl using your words. Kevie taught you well.”

Without another word, Chanhee tugs Jacob’s panties down her legs. Now having Chanhee’s fingers directly on her pussy makes her let out a loud moan. She rolls her hips up into Chanhee’s touch, hoping that the younger would allow her what she wanted. 

“You want my fingers in you?” Chanhee pouts, “Poor baby.”

“Please?” Jacob asks, eyes sparkling with need.

Chanhee chuckles and pushes a finger into her cunt. Jacob lets out another whine at the feeling of Chanhee’s fingers inside her. Leaning down, Chanhee presses kisses into the other woman’s throat, leaving wet lip gloss stains on her skin. The fact that Chanhee is still fully clothed only adds something to the entire situation for Jacob, making her head spin. Chanhee adds a finger inside her and thumbs at her clit. No matter how desperate she is, Chanhee wants to watch how pretty Jacob is falling apart on her fingers first. She can hold back for the pretty woman moaning on her fingers. In the heat of the moment, neither of them hears the door open.

“Is she taking care of you, sweetheart?” Kevin questions, “I thought you were going to play with her, not the other way around.”

“Baby,” Jacob whines, still trying to roll her hips into Chanhee’s touch.

“Clearly, I can handle this.” She sasses and rolls her eyes, seeing the other’s girlfriend. Kevin steps closer and grabs a handful of Chanhee’s long blond hair. The blonde whines, eyebrows furrowed together, but still pistons her fingers into the girl below her.

“You better watch your tongue. Remember whose bed you’re in right now.”

Chanhee’s eyes are fire-filled with challenge. “And I’m the one who’s fingering your girlfriend right now.”

“Sweetheart,” Kevin calls sweetly, seeing how fucked out her girlfriend already is, “Go on, you can cum baby.”

That’s all Jacob needs. She whines and spasms as her orgasm washes over her. Her hips buck wildly as she rides out her high. A few moments later, she lays spent against the bed. Chanhee tries to continue fingering the older woman, only for her to get pulled away from the other blonde. Kevin has a fire in her eyes when she pins Chanhee to the bed beside Jacob.

“Don’t you dare fucking challenge me in my own room.” Kevin growls, her dark hair falling around her face.

“In case you forgot, it was your girlfriend who invited me in here.”

“You’re a fucking brat.”

Chanhee rolls her eyes again, “So observant.”

Kevin reaches over and gently rubs Jacob’s cheek with her free hand, “Are you still with us, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” Jacob hums, holding her hand over Kevin’s, “I’m still with you.”

“Go get the strap for me, love.”

Jacob gets up on shaky legs and strides over to the closet while Kevin practically rips Chanhee’s pretty party outfit and underwear off her body. Chanhee still acts as though she’s still in control of the situation. Even with a nearly naked Kevin over her, she fights tooth and nail for the hell of it. Jacob comes closer, strap-on in hand, marveling at the sight of Chanhee’s reserve chipping away with each word Kevin spews at her. Jacob presses a soft kiss against Kevin’s jaw before placing a kiss against her lips.

“Keep her mouth busy, baby.” Kevin whispers against Jacob’s lips before kissing her softly.

Jacob doesn’t need to be told twice. She climbs up on the bed and straddles the younger’s face. Chanhee smirks and chuckles lowly, pulling Jacob down on her face by her thighs. Jacob lets out a broken whine, catching Kevin’s attention. Turning around again, strap-on secure on her hips, she notices how Chanhee is already trying to control the situation again. Kevin steps up to the bed again. She pushes Chanhee’s thighs apart, letting her know she’s there, and runs the tip of the dildo through Chanhee’s folds. As much as the younger blonde wanted to put up a front, the moment the silicone touches her wet pussy, she nearly crumbles. A broken sound escapes her lips, which makes Jacob moan in return for the sensation of Chanhee’s sound vibrating through her.

“You having fun, baby?” Kevin chuckles, pushing her hair out of her face and pushing the dildo fully into Chanhee.

“Yes,” both Jacob and Chanhee whine in unison.

“Oh?” Kevin smirks, “You want to be praised too, Chanhee? After how fucking bratty you were?”

Chanhee whimpers and tries to push Jacob up only for her to sit down harder on her face. A muffled moan escapes her lips again as she dutifully eats out the pretty blonde sitting on her face. Kevin pistons her hips into the thin girl at a rate that she knows Chanhee is seeing stars from both her and her girlfriend. Her chest bounces with the intensity of her thrusts, which makes Chanhee’s bounce as well. Kevin gives one punctuated thrust that has Chanhee squirming at the intensity, followed by Kevin’s fingers toying with her clit. Even with Jacob above her practically grinding against her at this point, Chanhee’s moans are heard clearly. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kevin teases, “You wait until you make Cobbie cum again, understood?”

Chanhee shakes her head, likely trying to communicate that she is too close to hold it off. In return, Kevin smacks her pretty pale thigh. Chanhee whimpers against Jacob’s wet folds in response. The younger blonde reaches up and digs her perfectly manicured fingers into Jacob’s plush thighs, squeezing the muscles as she holds Jacob against her mouth. Jacob is so far lost in pleasure, her short blonde hair sticking to the sticky spots where Chanhee’s lip gloss was and to her sweaty forehead. Other parts of her short hair fall in her face, and her eyes have a perfect view of the other blonde’s breast bouncing with the power of her girlfriend’s thrusts. She can’t help herself as she leans forward to toy with Chanhee’s breasts.

“Look at me, baby,” Kevin says in a breathy voice, tipping her girlfriend’s head up to look her in the eyes.

To say the least, Jacob looks completely debauched. Her lips are swollen and glossy from biting at her lips and the kissing earlier. It sent Kevin into a state where she could probably cum from just grinding against the silicon grinder on the inside of the strap while looking at her blissed-out girlfriend. Leaning forward, the dark-haired woman captures her girlfriend’s lips in a heated kiss. They almost get so lost in kissing while doing their respective actions that they nearly miss the way Chanhee shudders underneath them.

“Chanhee,” Kevin tsks, not stopping her thrusts, “I thought I told you you were to wait until Cobbie came.”

“Baby,” Jacob hums, pushing a piece of hair off her forehead, “I’m almost there, please, can I-”

“Go on, baby, make a mess on her face.” Kevin encourages, popping a finger in her mouth and letting her girlfriend taste Chanhee’s arousal.

Jacob shudders and shakes above Chanhee’s face as she rides out her second high.  Kevin holds her face even if Jacob breaks eye contact as her eyes roll back in pleasure. Her thighs squeeze around Chanhee’s head, holding herself down against the younger’s face as she continues to ride the wave of her orgasm. The moment Jacob starts to come down from her high, Kevin hits hers while still fucking into an overstimulated Chanhee. Kevin’s hips stutter and jerk, pushing uneven thrusts into the blonde. 

Despite the unevenness of the of the thrusts, Chanhee gets hurled into her second orgasm as well. Jacob, being both the sweetheart she is and being properly fucked out, rolls off of the other blonde and gently rubs her thumb against her hair as she comes hard. Now Chanhee’s moans are truly heard, bouncing off the walls and ceiling of the room. Chanhee turns her head toward the affectionate touch before pursing her lips, seeking out a kiss from the other blonde. Jacob smiles sweetly, leaning in to kiss Chanhee’s puffy, arousal-covered lips. Kevin allows her to enjoy her orgasm along with Jacob’s kiss before pulling the dildo out of her.

The moment Kevin pulls out and drops the strap-on on the floor beside the bed, Chanhee enters a headspace needing immediate affection. Kevin knows it well. There have been a few times that Jacob’s entered a very similar headspace. Kevin quickly lays her body against Chanhee’s, her body between the blonde’s legs. The sensitivity of her clit makes the long blonde-haired girl whimper, so Kevin immediately hushes her and shifts to not be in direct contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Kev, we should get cleaned up and cuddle up in bed.” Jacob says softly, still stroking Chanhee’s hair.

“It’s pretty loud out there, baby. It might be too much for her. Even if we’re just crossing the hall into the bathroom.”

Chanhee whimpers weakly, “Stay.”

“We aren’t going anywhere, pretty baby.” Jacob reassures.

Kevin presses a kiss to the younger blonde’s collarbone, “You’re okay. You and Cobbie are gonna get comfy, and I’m gonna get some wet wipes to get us at least somewhat cleaned up.”

Chanhee nods and shifts up to cuddle with Jacob after Kevin gets up. Her hair is knotted and messy, nothing like the intentionally messy bun she walked in with. Jacob grabs her glasses and slots them back on her face, now able to see the pretty girl clearly.

“Your hair is a mess!” Jacob giggles.

“You can’t blame me.” Chanhee pouts, “You two put me through hell.”

Kevin sneaks back in the room, “Seemed pretty heavenly to me.” She teases, “Let me see your face, pretty, you have all kinds of lip gloss, and pussy juices smeared all over your face.”

“Can’t you describe it nicer?” The younger blonde whines.

“It’s true.” Kevin chuckles, wiping her face clean.

The moment the three are cleaned to the best of their abilities, Kevin joins the two blondes in the bed she typically only shares with her girlfriend. Chanhee snuggles closer to Kevin, giving an offhanded comment about how comfortable Kevin’s larger breasts are. They fall into a comfortable silence, Jacob brushing out the knots in Chanhee’s hair carefully while humming.

“You two are being so nice to me.” Chanhee comments, voice laced with exhaustion.

Jacob stops humming, “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Chanhee shrugs, allowing Jacob to braid a small bit of her long blonde hair.

“We just fucked the living daylights out of you. It would be shitty of us to send you off into the wild without aftercare.” Kevin adds.

“But-” Chanhee cuts herself off with a little sniffle, making Jacob cuddle closer to her, “I’m just a hookup. The two of you are already dating. I’m the outlier here.”

“Shh,” Kevin soothes, “We both had so much fun with you. For now, we’ll get some rest and we can talk about what it means to the three of us in the morning, deal?”

She nods. Kevin kisses the top of her head, then leans over her to kiss Jacob on the lips. Tonight was fun. Maybe there’s more to be had. More to be developed in the future of their dynamics.

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[glamoureddreamer]

Feeling good

Spooky month (Kevin x Reader)

Warnings: oral sex, oral fixation, and smut, (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

I hope you all enjoy I hope you all have a great day! Remember to take care of yourselves!

Kevin moans when (Y/n) tightens her grip on his hair, he lifts his head catching his breath. His breaths came out in small pants as he licked his lips clean. (Y/n) smiles looking down at him.

“What?” He smiles back, she giggles her face was a dusted pink.

“You look really hot, this is really hot.” He playfully rolls his eyes and puts his head in between her thighs again.

His tongue pushes into the soft skin of her opening. (Y/n) hums in delight, tugging on his hair, earning a muffled moan against her clit.

"Shittt." She moans, “This f-feels so good K-Kevin.” (Y/n) praised breathlessly, Kevin hums in response. Causing a rush of pleasure, she jolts with a breathy laugh. His fingers tighten around her thighs as he plunged his tongue deeper into her. She tasted so good, he could hardly get enough. Kevin snakes his fingers to her clit and rubs it gently, curling his tongue inside of her.

(Y/n)s thighs shook. "Fuck- Kevin!- p-please I need more!" (Y/n) whimpers out, gently pushing his face deeper into her folds.

She moans in a high-pitched tone when his tongue flicked deeper inside of her, touching her sensitive deeper walls ever so slightly with his tongue.

"(Y/n), do you want to cum?" Kevin asked with a grin, pulling away from her throbbing cunt. (Y/n) huffs there is no way he’s teasing her right now. (Y/n) stared down at him, she clenches around nothing and gave in.

"Y-yes! Kev-Kevin please!" She whines pathetically "Y-You make me feel s-so good!"

Kevin stared up at her with pure love as he went back to work, he sucks on her sensitive clit. His eyes focused on his girlfriend, above him.

"Ah! S-shit! Kevin!" (Y/n) pushed his head against her, thighs tightening around him as she came. Her whole body shook with orgasm.

When she finally releases Kevin his body fell back as he attempted to catch his breath, (Y/n) did the same, her chest heaving with heavy post-orgasm gasps. Kevin gets up on the bed next to her.

“You okay sweetheart?”

“More than okay.” She says breathlessly Kevin chuckles, he lifts her up and cuddles her from behind.

“How does a bath sound?” He whispers into her ear.

“Really good.” Kevin smiles and kisses her jawline.

“Let me go start one then.” He stands up and kisses her lips gently. (Y/n) whines tasting herself.

Kevin grins into the kiss and snakes his hands in between her legs and rubs her clit. (Y/n) jolts and moans with overstimulation. Kevin smiles proud of himself and walks into the bathroom.

“Tease.”

[twh-news]

Loki Season 2 reviews are in! While critics still praise the Tom Hiddleston series… the reviews are not quite as good as Season 1

With just two days left before Season 2 of Loki debuts on Disney Plus, the first wave of reviews have come in… and they're not quite as positive as Season 1.

Loki - which continues the adventures of Tom Hiddleston's God of Mischeif title character - debuted in June 2021 with a 92% score from critics on Rotten Tomatoes.

While most of the Marvel Cinematic Universe's first TV shows on Disney Plus were considered one-offs, Loki was the first to get a second season, and later touted by Marvel President Kevin Feige as the 'most-watched' Marvel Studios series.

Now the reviews are in for Season 2 ahead of its October 5 debut on Disney Plus, with a slightly-lower 82% score from the first 50 reviews on Rotten Tomatoes.

The involvement of Jonathan Majors, who returns as Kang, amid his arrest for domestic violence, was also troubling for many critics.

Rolling Stone's Alan Sepinwall called Majors, 'the big problem' with the season in his negative review published Tuesday.

'It’s not his performance, which remains a weirdly compelling live-wire act, full of odd, halting line deliveries and twitchy physicality. Instead, it’s the ugly real-world circumstances surrounding him,' Sepinwall began.

'After the season was filmed, Majors was arrested and charged with domestic violence against his romantic partner, which led to Rolling Stone uncovering a pattern of alleged abusive behavior going back a decade. Majors was set to play the big bad for the next few phases of the MCU. Instead, it’s impossible to imagine him ever appearing in a Marvel project after this one,' he added.

ComicBook.com's Nicole Drum gave the season a positive review (3.5 stars out of 5), but even she admitted something felt off, compared to Season 1.

'Season 2 definitely doesn’t suffer from the pitfalls that would make people continue to question if superhero fatigue is real or not, but through characterizations, pacing, and too much self-awareness, it definitely feels like a very different show,' she said.

She said the first episode debuting on Thursday, 'is hectic, throwing new concepts, characters, and threats into the story with little explanation and little reason for fans to be invested.'

'When the premiere does try to stop and ruminate on what Loki just experienced in the Season 1 finale, the end result becomes rushed and confusing,' she continued, adding the, 'overstuffed and slightly frenetic chaos' sets the tone in the four episodes (of the six-episode season) that were screened for critics.

Mashable's Belen Edwards added in her negative review that Season 2 delved into the first season's worst aspects.

'Instead of digging into what makes Loki fun, the show's second season doubles down on Season 1's worst tendencies… It's a drag when it should be thrilling, an exposition-filled trudge when it should be an exciting romp,' she said.

USA Today's Brian Truitt gave Loki Season 2 a positive review (3 stars out of 4), stating, 'Sometimes you feel like you need a theoretical physics degree to understand it all. Strong character work makes up for some of that, as does a knowing sense of humor.'

He added the new season, 'couldn't come sooner, as the Marvel Cinematic Universe films are starting to feel a little repetitive and a plethora of disparate TV series haven't helped.'

IGN Movies' Jarrod Jones gave the season a negative review (5 of 10), adding, 'Tom Hiddleston’s Loki is back for more multiversal shenanigans, but the absence of director Kate Herron seems to have sapped the wily fun from his Disney+ spinoff.'

Like many reviews - even the negative ones - Jones praised the addition of newly-minted Oscar winner Ke Huy Quan.

Quan plays a Time Variance Authority (TVA) 'basement-dwelling repair guy' named Ouroboros, 'whose jovial presence gives Season 2 a much-needed boost from its overall mopey tone.'

ComicBookMovie's Josh Wilding called Season 2, 'a masterclass in imaginative storytelling' adding the show represents, 'the MCU at its best and a riveting new chapter in the Multiverse Saga that’s mind-bending, monumental, and utterly marvellous,' adding, 'and as a bonus, Ke Huy Quan is a scene-stealing delight!'

Collider's Therese Lacson added, 'Season 1 was well-loved, and with a fan-favorite character like Hiddleston’s God of Mischief at the helm, Season 2 proves that the series not only hasn’t lost its touch but remains one of the stronger pillars of the MCU as a whole.'

However The Daily Beast's Nick Schager said in his negative review, 'Its convolutions overwhelming its charming personalities and freewheeling spirit of paradox-laden adventure, it’s another indication that the once-mighty franchise has lost its direction.'

London Evening Standard's Vicky Jessop added, 'It's all a bit wearying' when describing the entirety of the season that was screened for critics.

Indenpendent UK's Louis Chilton added, 'More than anything, Loki has started to resemble what it truly is: an ill-advised spinoff in the old tradition. A too-bright spotlight for a side character who was never best suited to lead. A dinner comprising only hors d’oeuvres.'

'Loki season two is a jaw-dropping magical experience that will ultimately leave you clamoring for more, with high stakes twists and turns that’ll keep you on the edge of your seat!' added ComicBookMovie's Rohan Patel.

[maxillness]

Christmas Sex || KM20 x Girlfriend!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected, kitchen sex, oral (F reviving), fingering, praise kink

Wordcount: 1k

Wanna hear a funny story? Even though I’m Danish, I actually had to look up Danish cookies. Do I feel embarrassed? Yes. Am I ever gonna talk about it again? Nope

Kevin had brought his girlfriend to Denmark for the holidays, and she had decided to surprise him with Christmas cookies

She decided to bake some Danish cookies hoping he would like them

The hard part was to figure out which ones she wanted to make. There were a lot to choose between

“Smells amazing in here” He said as he entered the kitchen. Kevin had been out all day with his friends

“I’m happy about that” She said as she placed a plate with cookies on the table

“Is this… Jødekager?” He asked as he took a bite of one

“Yeah. I tried. Are they good?” She asked scared that they were bad

“They taste amazing” He answered and kissed her cheek before going to the kitchen “Are there more in the oven?” He asked as his girlfriend joined him

“No, that’s Vaniljekranse” She said trying to pronounce the name

“Have you gone on a baking streak?” He asked connecting his lips to hers

“I’m just in the Christmas spirit” She chuckled as the timer beeped. She took out the tray and turned off the oven “Watch it. They’re hot” She said as Kevin went to take one

“Wait till after dinner, then you can eat them for dessert” She said as she turned away from him and leaned over the counter to read something on her phone

“I was planning on eating you for dessert, but I can have both I guess” He said as he hugged her from behind

“You don’t need to wait for dessert to eat me, darling” She said as he started kissing her neck. She could feel his heart beat as his chest was against her back

“I know, but you’re a treat, and treats are for desserts” He mumbled against her skin

“Guess I’ll just wait to eat you after dinner too” She said as she pushed away from the counter

She tried to walk away, but was pulled back and was pressed between her boyfriends body and the counter

“I’m not a treat, I’m the snack you eat when your hungry” He said before kissing her deeply

“But I’m not hungry, baby” She said in a teasing tone

“But I’m hungry for you” He said kissing her deeply again, this time it was all teeth

He put his hands on her back thighs to pick her up and put her on the counter. She put her legs around his waist to push him further into the counter

“I thought you said you weren’t hungry” He said as he started kissing her neck and throat

“I won’t be the one eating” She said as Kevin’s hands went under her shirt

“Was that a demand?” He mumbled on her skin

“Everything I say about sex is a demand. You know that” She said with a seductive voice

“No, I just do everything you tell me to do” He said as his fingers went under the waist band of her shorts. He managed to pull them down a long side with her panties, even when she sat on the counter

“God, I love you” He said between kisses as he went on his knees. He pulled her towards the edge of the counter and put on of her legs over his shoulder

“Fucking hell” She breathed out as his lips wrapped around her clit “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me” Her hand went to his hair as she leaned her head back with pleasure

One of Kevin’s hands went to her inner thigh before going to her core. Her slid one of his fingers through her folds before slowly going in making her moan and tug on his hair

He slowly started going in and out of her. She tugged on his hair when he sped up, making him moan giving her extra pleasure

He added another finger when he could feel her clench around his finger. He curled his fingers up hitting the right spot making her see spots

“Fuck, just like that” Her moans got louder and heavier as she got closer to her orgasm. With a few last thrusts of his fingers, she came around his fingers, his name rolling of her tongue

“Get up” She said looking down at him when he rode out her high. Their lips connected yet again, making her taste herself on him

Her hands went to his belt, quickly unbuckling it. She zipped down his zipper and pulled his cock out

He moaned when she slowly started stroking him. He drew his cock through her folds before entering her

She adjusted to him before he started moving “You feel so good in me” She said and he could only whimper at her words

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” She asked when she could feel him twitch inside her as his thrusts were getting sloppier and uneven in his rhythm

“Fuck. Yes, I’m gonna come for you” Both their moans got quicker and louder as they both got closer and closer to their orgasms

“Fuck. You look so pretty like this. So close to your orgasm that you can’t even think straight. Hands shaking from pleasure. Your face red because you like getting praised. God, I fucking love seeing you like this. Whimpering by my words” He came just by her words

A few more thrusts and she came around him as well “Fuck, you did so well for me baby” She whispered as she kissed his cheek

They both got their clothes on before she turned towards him again “I think you deserve a cookie” She said giving him one

“I thought you said after dinner” He said smiling down at her

“You were good for me. You deserve it” They connected their lips again

“Thank you, darling. They taste really good, just like you” He said jokingly as he kissed her jaw

“Shut up” She said as she hit his shoulder playfully

[sunny6677]

His jerkiness toward her is mainly unintentional, but due to his stress and general irritation with her actions, he kinda acts overly stern with her at times—

[crossover-enthusiast]

Streber then begins to talk again, this time jumping down from the van. "I know it's wrong to kill people.. believe me, I didn't want to do this. But.. I don't think I had a choice. Thomas tried to kill me. And then Rebecca might have done something bad if I didn't kill her. I know what I did is hardly praise worthy.. but why am I to blame?! I did it to protect her. I did it so Aria wouldn't be hurt.. I.."

Kevin then finally speaks up, his voice wavering. "I—If these things were happening, why didn't you just tell us? We could have helped, you know!"

Strebers expression grows stern for a moment, before he speaks again. "Why would you have helped? I doubt anyone would have believed me if I told them anyway. Radford killed his aunt last year because she was hurting Robert, right? He did it to protect his brother, and to gain his peaceful life back. But everything went wrong.. no one helped him. The police came after him, and then he vanished."

This makes Kevin and Ethan go silent.

"And if I told you.. what if you might have gotten killed? You know how the curse is! If I vanished, both of you might have disappeared! I killed two people, so I think I'll vanish soon anyway. But who knows what might have happened if I told you? Who knows what might have happened to either of you if I told you?!" Streber practically yells, his tone becoming louder.

(Stopping so ya can read)

Ohhhhh

Interesting how this Streber isn't beating around the bush with Radford, unlike the other timelines

[fardell24b]

The Youngest Barksdale - Part 8

Ten months earlier

When I told Mom about the classes she asked me to investigate the Principal as well as participate in them. I couldn’t ignore her request. I knew by then that there’s something up with Ms. Li. I did hear about what happened with Val. Back on topic.

  Upon arriving at school, Quinn met her friends. She hadn’t yet told them about her mother’s suspicions about Ms. Li. She wasn’t sure that she would trust them to help. But with the previous night’s talk, she considered telling at least Stacy. She was sure that Sandi wouldn’t be helpful in that manner, given that it seemed that Sandi didn’t like the fact that she was trying to assert herself within the Fashion Club.

 “Quinn!” Stacy called.

 “Coming, Stacy,” Quinn said as she came over.

 “So, Quinn, you think you going to get in?” Sandi asked.

 “Yes!” Quinn said. She knew Sandi was just out for herself. She turned to Stacy. “Before the class I want to talk to you about something.”

 “What?” Stacy asked.

 “Not in front of Sandi,” Quinn whispered.

 “Sure.”

 “What was that?” Sandi asked.

 “You don’t need to know.”

  As the Modelling class was later in the day, Stacy was able to take Quinn aside during lunch. “What was that earlier? Sandi has been glaring at me in some of the classes.”

 “It’s about Ms. Li.”

 “What about her?”

 “Don’t you think it’s unusual for a High School to have Modelling agents visit?” Quinn asked.

 “You’re right,” Stacy realised.

 “And my Mom says that she has anecdotal evidence of other sketchy dealings.”

 Quinn had already said that her mother was a lawyer. Many times. “That she can’t prove?”

 “That’s right.”

 “So, she wants you to use the classes to dig up dirt, as it were?”

 Quinn nodded.

 “Like, why does she want bulletproof skylights anyway?”

 “No idea.”

  “All right, ladies, your worst enemy is at the end of the catwalk. The one who stole your boyfriend. She has fallen and broken her leg. Your job is to tell her, without words, that you've come to watch them cut it off.”

 ‘Perfect motivation, there,’ Quinn thought as Sandi and Stacy walked out. She then followed them, after a plump girl.

 “Ah, Quinn, that is excellent. You appear truly to be savoring another's misfortune,” Romonica praised.

 “Thanks,” she responded with a glare.

 “Now, girls, you're little kittens in an animal shelter. You have to look sad and helpless so someone will adopt you, or else it's kitty heaven.”

 “That’s so sad,” Quinn commented.

 “I get the idea that he's been there,” Stacy added.

 “It’s certainly an interesting example,” Quinn considered.

The sessions started off well. Then…

 Quinn saw Brittany crying in the audience as she came out on the stage. ‘Sorry Brittany,’ she thought, with a glance in Romonica’s direction.

 “Girls, your runway work is truly superb. Now, let's try a little ensemble posing. Might we have some male volunteers from the audience?” Romonica asked.

 She saw Joey, Jeffy and the other one come running onto the stage.

 “Very good,” Romonica said. “Any more?”

 Claude then called Kevin up on stage, and things went down hill from there.

  She then had the boys strip off their shirts and for the girls to rub their chests. I made an excuse to run to the bathroom. It was then that Ms. Li called it off. I don’t know how Kevin was briefly employed by them.

  Present

Daria was shocked at what her niece had revealed. She said so. “Again, nothing directly against the Principal, just the Modelling Agency.”

 “You’re right,” Quinn said. “They viewed us as something Vending, rather than who we are.”

 “Vendible,” Daria corrected. “But you’re right.”

 “I realised that later,” Quinn added.

 “That’s Good, Quinn, but I’ll have to find something else to use.”

 “True. In any case, I have some things to work on.”

 “Trying to get through a game?” Daria asked as she turned to the bedroom door.

 “Not just that,” Quinn said with a slight giggle

 “Of course not,” Daria said in a lighter tone.

[scorpio-karma]

Ain't I a Woman

So I made a post recently about Vicki Donovan and added a bit about the misogyny within in TVD and the fandom. I touched briefly on the Bonnie of it all, but as I said that's a different discussion, so here it is.

I'd add Bonnie, but this fandom is more racist than it is misogynistic so they don't even think to put her against Elena or the other girls due to her being black, no Bonnie gets her own special category as the strong black woman which they use to exclude her from being considered a woman at all, but we don't have time to get into all that.

Now that made me think of Sojourner Truth's infamous "Ain't I A Woman" speech basically about the same concept of not being seen as a woman or feminine because she was black and being excluded from the rights gained in the woman's suffrage movement.

Now TVD, many a moment goes old school racism to the point I gotta wonder who approved any of it, so it doesn't surprise me that this particular facet applies to Bonnie.

She gets love interests that are considered less desirable in the series let alone in comparison to her white counterparts (granted I don't find either Stefan or Damon a catch but you can't deny their allure especially over Jeremy and Enzo). When she does have any kind of love interest they are either using her, they die (repeatedly), and just don't go that hard for her (Enzo and his severely disinterested face in every intimate scene). Or in Jeremy's case when they do go hard he didn't have any power to help her, and he cheated on her multiple times.

You compare that to both Caroline and Elena's love interests you can see where Bonnie stands. She's an after thought while both Caroline and Elena are their LI reasons for living. While I do find these traits often annoying and bad story telling, it still offers insight into how the narrative sees Bonnie. It sees her as not even worth the effort. She's not in "the same league" as the white girls because she's not really even considered a woman.

You especially see that in the way they express her sexuality. It's been often observed by Bonnie fans that the show makes her essentially asexual. She literally has only two sex scenes one she stays mostly clothed for and it's after the fact and the other happens right after she as the anchor has someone painfully pass through her. And worse, to me at least, that was apparently when she lost her virginity. Now it would be one thing if Bonnie was portrayed as modest and if this fact had came to light before that episode, but it doesn't.

The show itself in terms of sex, while not sex positive (note how promiscuity in female characters is punished), treats it as nothing. Most teenage shows make a big deal out of virginity except for TVD which essentially skips over it completely in the first episodes where Caroline takes Damon home like she's in her 20s and has her own apartment and not 17 living with her mom. So the fact that Bonnie's sexuality is barely mentioned, and when it does it's a decided choice that she's less sexual that every other character tells me the viewer that it's another place where she's excluded, but worse she's once again an after thought in how she expresses her sexuality.

This injustice often fuels fanfic writers to write a Bonnie harem, but I think what should be noted is that the problem isn't that she never has sex, it's that it's never shown or talked about in either direction whether she's more modest or "slutty". It's a big part of the show and especially when it comes to the female characters and how they're treated, but this is one of those places Bonnie isn't judged. Usually I would jump for joy that finally she's not being judged for every little thing she does, but instead it notes what's off.

She's not being thought of as a woman which is why she's not being judged on her sex life or lack of (that catch 22 of being a woman). In fact, in my time on reddit she was more often commended for not having many love interests. Kat even stated it in an interview. To them it was subversive instead of peculiar that only the black character was portrayed this way.

Then there's the "let's make up an excuse to wear formal wear" episodes most of which she wasn't even present for and when she was she was in something way less formal than the others.

Miss Mystic Falls, an event both Caroline and Elena competed in and I believe both won at some point, but Bonnie isn't even considered in being a contestant. Is this due to her own preferences? We don't know because it's once again area she's not even thought of.

Founders Day parade where everyone is in participation but Bonnie on the sidelines taking pictures. There are tons of racist reason why she shouldn't be in that parade nor want to be, but again they're not brought up, so she's just off on the sidelines excluded completely.

Mikaelson Ball, an event that honestly was just a Klaroline set up, but even if so, Matt got an invite, along with every other member of the MFG except Bonnie (and Tyler), the most relevant character to that plotline. And once again, no explanation given for why she's missing.

Hell, even the cheer squad, in the pilot it's established all three girls are on the team, Elena quits, Caroline stays on, and they don't even bother explaining what Bonnie does. Its assumed she quit since she's never seen again but in season 7 during her dream sequence she's in her season 4 hair and the uniform from that year.

She's constantly excluded from events that would put her in direct competition with both Elena and Caroline and there's always no explanation given. The audience is supposed to accept it as natural and if by the amount of arguments I've been in where the arguing tagline is "she's just a supporting character" tells me it worked. No one thinks to question why other supporting characters are there but she isn't because the narrative has created a pattern where it's "just natural" for her not to he there, I can't completely blame the racism on the fandom. Sure, they heads in the sand, but they can react to the source material.

Now I know what some of you are thinking. "She went to the dances, got to dress up with everyone, and even won prom queen." School sanctioned events, the only ones she was allowed to participate in. She won prom queen, but honestly this fact plays even more into my point because neither Caroline or Elena were in the running, just Rebekah. It was an easy bone for the show runner to throw because it played right into her ranking system of the girls and white supremacy continued to reign supreme right down to shafting Tyler with Klaus.

The big point I'm making with this giant post is not that she's excluded from things, but how she's excluded. It's a narrator choice rather than character choice meaning the framing is very deliberate by the people in control of the story. And what that narrative tells me is they don't view Bonnie as a woman, they barely view her as a human being.

In fact, if the amount of pain they put her through is anything to go by with the attitude from all other characters that she can handle it, they don't see her as human. They see her as property, and had they hired a red headed white girl I guarantee you Bonnie would not have been viewed that way by the writers. Effort would have been put in her characterization, instead of make her a prop for white characters.

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hey bestie! can i please request sub! changmin + bondage? like maybe something where the reader is sucking him off but changmin can’t touch her or whatever (^^ゞ (or anything with sub! changmin i’m so desperate for that man ╥﹏╥)

thanks in advance + only if you want to! ~

( ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭♡ good little boy.

wc: 1.2k words cw: edging, dacryphilia, vibrator used on changmin, bondage, blowjob, very slight degradation, finger sucking, cum eating, very filthy, cuddling afterwards, changmins a bit of a brat😧 a/n: thank u for requesting bub! this turned out a lot filthier and longer than i intended but i hope u like it! :D

you pursed your lips, watching as changmin licked his popsicle. you watched his lips glide against the creamy stick, his tongue grazing up and down the popsicle as he worked his way to the tip. finally taking it all in his mouth as he deepthroated the creamy goodness, the tip hitting the back of his throat.

raising an eyebrow at him, changmin noticed your gaze, looking up innocently as he smiles at you like an angel. “what?” he asks, his eyes big as he stares at you back.

raising an eyebrow at him, changmin noticed your gaze, looking up innocently as he smiles at you like an angel. “what?” he asks, his eyes big as he stares at you back.

“you know what you’re doing, baby.” you lean into your boyfriend, whispering in his ear as he gulps subtly enough so you don’t notice.

changmin shrugs, acting clueless. “what do you mean?”

you turn your head to face the other boys who are sat at the couch, a couple feet away from you and changmin from the table. juyeon, kevin and jacob seem to be immersed in the game they’re playing, just distracted enough for you to drag changmin by his wrist into a seperate room.

as you close the door, you push changmin onto the wall by his shoulders, a tiny grunt escaping him as he smirks.

your lips capture his, devouring him into a lustful kiss as your tongue grazes his bottom lip, opening up, you dip your tongue into changmin’s mouth. “what a dirty little boy you are, changmin,” you start, bringing him towards the bed in between small kisses. “teasing me in front of your friends.”

you lay him on the bed, spread out against the headboard as you stop the kiss, walking to your closet as changmin whines behind you.

the boy begins rubbing his hard-on while you aren’t watching, letting out tiny whimpers as he nibbles on his bottom lip. although his pleasure is taken away as you slap his hands away, grabbing his wrists and handcuffing your boyfriend to the headboard.

he whimpers, whining your name in annoyance as his dick bulges through his pants. “patience, minnie. safe word?”

“red.” changmin replies as you bring him up for a short lived kiss. your hands tug at his jeans as he lifts his hips, helping you take them off, leaving him in just his boxers.

you reach from under them, taking his cock out as it slaps against his stomach, the cold air hitting it causing changmin to tilt his head back with a small groan.

his precum began leaking down his dick as it grew harder. you begin licking the tip, circling with your tongue but never bringing him into your mouth, fully.

changmin’s moans filled the room as he tenses up, thrusting his hips into the air in an attempt to get some sort of relief although that was quickly stopped by you pushing his hips down.

“keep still and stay quiet, baby boy.” you warn, spitting on his cock as you begin to rub his shaft up and down. changmin whimpers as his head tilts back out of pleasure.

you begin going faster, reaching down to play with his balls causing changmin’s moans to grow louder. your eyes widen, looking up as you lift your hands off his cock, the loss making changmin whine loudly, small tears forming in his eyes although not enough for you to take notice.

“y/n, please,” he whimpers, thrusting into the air. “i was so close, it felt so good.”

you smirk at his pleading, “you were being too loud, baby. the others could hear.” you tutted, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“hngg, i’ll be quiet, i promise!” changmin begs causing you to take a moment to think. you then slip off your trousers, taking off your panties as you bunch the light pink underwear up, shoving it in his mouth. “now you’ll shut up.” you smile, patting his hair before returning to changmin’s dick.

you then devour him entirely, his cock deep in your warm mouth with no warning whatsoever. the sudden feeling making changmin cry out of pleasure, the noise muffled by your panties as tears quickly spill out and stream down his face.

he resumes thrusting into nothing once again as he gets close to his high, although that high is slowly taken away from him as you cease all contact on his dick.

once again, changmin whines loudly, the panties apparently doing nothing other than slightly muffle the noises. the tears on his face are evident from the edging, his eyes puffy.

you walk back to the closet, searching around as an impatient changmin thrashes against the bed.

walking back, you return with a dark purple vibrating dildo. you sit next to your boyfriend, turning on the vibrator as the dildo makes contact with his dick. you rub the dildo up and down his cock, changmin thrashing around due to the pleasure and sensitivity from his previous almost-orgasms.

as the dildo reaches closer to the tip (his most sensitive part), changmin spits out your panties, drool all over his chin and lips, making them look glossy and puffy. “ah! i’m so close, i’m gonna cum!” he screams out, choking a sob. “please can i cum? please, please, please.” he begs, repeating the words like his life depends on it.

“you’ve been so good, baby. you can cum.” you praise, right when those words leave your mouth, changmin yells out a sob, his eyes closed as the tears on his face continue flowing. white streaks release from the pink tip of his dick, painting you and the dildo in white.

you giggle as you coo at your boyfriend. “aw, did baby cry because he was so overwhelmed?” you say with a teasing tone as he pouts, “shut up.” he humphs as you unlock the hand cuffs around his wrists, freeing his hands.

looking at your cum covered hand and vibrator, changmin suddenly grabs your wrist, taking your finger in as he sucked them, swallowing the cum. “you’re so dirty, baby.” you smile as changmin continues licking each finger.

after he finishes, you sit on the bed, next to him, engulfing him in a hug as you bring the both of you down the bed. you wrap your leg around him as his head lays on your chest. stroking his hair, you start praising him. “you were so good today, baby boy.”

changmin suddenly spots something on the floor, his pink popsicle melted on the ground as a couple ants start surrounding the stick and pool of ice cream.

“we’ll probably have to clean that up, the ants are getting to it already.” he points out as you sigh, chuckling.

suddenly, a doorbell rings from the living room. “uh— we ordered pizza, guys.” kevin awkwardly announces from the living room, clearing his throat. your eyes widen, forgetting the existence of the other boys.

“shit, i think they heard us.” changmin says, sucking in his lips as you giggle, “you think?”