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mostlysignssomeportents · 8 months ago

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Red Lobster was killed by private equity, not Endless Shrimp

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A decade ago, a hedge fund had an improbable viral comedy hit: a 294-page slide deck explaining why Olive Garden was going out of business, blaming the failure on too many breadsticks and insufficiently salted pasta-water:

https://www.sec.gov/Archives/edgar/data/940944/000092189514002031/ex991dfan14a06297125_091114.pdf

Everyone loved this story. As David Dayen wrote for Salon, it let readers "mock that silly chain restaurant they remember from their childhoods in the suburbs" and laugh at "the silly hedge fund that took the time to write the world’s worst review":

https://www.salon.com/2014/09/17/the_real_olive_garden_scandal_why_greedy_hedge_funders_suddenly_care_so_much_about_breadsticks/

But – as Dayen wrote at the time, the hedge fund that produced that slide deck, Starboard Value, was not motivated by dissatisfaction with bread-sticks. They were "activist investors" (finspeak for "rapacious assholes") with a giant stake in Darden Restaurants, Olive Garden's parent company. They wanted Darden to liquidate all of Olive Garden's real-estate holdings and declare a one-off dividend that would net investors a billion dollars, while literally yanking the floor out from beneath Olive Garden, converting it from owner to tenant, subject to rent-shocks and other nasty surprises.

They wanted to asset-strip the company, in other words ("asset strip" is what they call it in hedge-fund land; the mafia calls it a "bust-out," famous to anyone who watched the twenty-third episode of The Sopranos):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bust_Out

Starboard didn't have enough money to force the sale, but they had recently engineered the CEO's ouster. The giant slide-deck making fun of Olive Garden's food was just a PR campaign to help it sell the bust-out by creating a narrative that they were being activists* to save this badly managed disaster of a restaurant chain.

*assholes

Starboard was bent on eviscerating Darden like a couple of entrail-maddened dogs in an elk carcass:

https://web.archive.org/web/20051220005944/http://alumni.media.mit.edu/~solan/dogsinelk/

They had forced Darden to sell off another of its holdings, Red Lobster, to a hedge-fund called Golden Gate Capital. Golden Gate flogged all of Red Lobster's real estate holdings for $2.1 billion the same day, then pissed it all away on dividends to its shareholders, including Starboard. The new landlords, a Real Estate Investment Trust, proceeded to charge so much for rent on those buildings Red Lobster just flogged that the company's net earnings immediately dropped by half.

Dayen ends his piece with these prophetic words:

Olive Garden and Red Lobster may not be destinations for hipster Internet journalists, and they have seen revenue declines amid stagnant middle-class wages and increased competition. But they are still profitable businesses. Thousands of Americans work there. Why should they be bled dry by predatory investors in the name of “shareholder value”? What of the value of worker productivity instead of the financial engineers?

Flash forward a decade. Today, Dayen is editor-in-chief of The American Prospect, one of the best sources of news about private equity looting in the world. Writing for the Prospect, Luke Goldstein picks up Dayen's story, ten years on:

https://prospect.org/economy/2024-05-22-raiding-red-lobster/

It's not pretty. Ten years of being bled out on rents and flipped from one hedge fund to another has killed Red Lobster. It just shuttered 50 restaurants and declared Chapter 11 bankruptcy. Ten years hasn't changed much; the same kind of snark that was deployed at the news of Olive Garden's imminent demise is now being hurled at Red Lobster.

Instead of dunking on free bread-sticks, Red Lobster's grave-dancers are jeering at "Endless Shrimp," a promotional deal that works exactly how it sounds like it would work. Endless Shrimp cost the chain $11m.

Which raises a question: why did Red Lobster make this money-losing offer? Are they just good-hearted slobs? Can't they do math?

Or, you know, was it another hedge-fund, bust-out scam?

Here's a hint. The supplier who provided Red Lobster with all that shrimp is Thai Union. Thai Union also owns Red Lobster. They bought the chain from Golden Gate Capital, last seen in 2014, holding a flash-sale on all of Red Lobster's buildings, pocketing billions, and cutting Red Lobster's earnings in half.

Red Lobster rose to success – 700 restaurants nationwide at its peak – by combining no-frills dining with powerful buying power, which it used to force discounts from seafood suppliers. In response, the seafood industry consolidated through a wave of mergers, turning into a cozy cartel that could resist the buyer power of Red Lobster and other major customers.

This was facilitated by conservation efforts that limited the total volume of biomass that fishers were allowed to extract, and allocated quotas to existing companies and individual fishermen. The costs of complying with this "catch management" system were high, punishingly so for small independents, bearably so for large conglomerates.

Competition from overseas fisheries drove consolidation further, as countries in the global south were blocked from implementing their own conservation efforts. US fisheries merged further, seeking economies of scale that would let them compete, largely by shafting fishermen and other suppliers. Today's Alaskan crab fishery is dominated by a four-company cartel; in the Pacific Northwest, most fish goes through a single intermediary, Pacific Seafood.

These dominant actors entered into illegal collusive arrangements with one another to rig their markets and further immiserate their suppliers, who filed antitrust suits accusing the companies of operating a monopsony (a market with a powerful buyer, akin to a monopoly, which is a market with a powerful seller):

https://www.classaction.org/news/pacific-seafood-under-fire-for-allegedly-fixing-prices-paid-to-dungeness-crabbers-in-pacific-northwest

Golden Gate bought Red Lobster in the midst of these fish wars, promising to right its ship. As Goldstein points out, that's the same promise they made when they bought Payless shoes, just before they destroyed the company and flogged it off to Alden Capital, the hedge fund that bought and destroyed dozens of America's most beloved newspapers:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/16/sociopathic-monsters/#all-the-news-thats-fit-to-print

Under Golden Gate's management, Red Lobster saw its staffing levels slashed, so diners endured longer wait times to be seated and served. Then, in 2020, they sold the company to Thai Union, the company's largest supplier (a transaction Goldstein likens to a Walmart buyout of Procter and Gamble).

Thai Union continued to bleed Red Lobster, imposing more cuts and loading it up with more debts financed by yet another private equity giant, Fortress Investment Group. That brings us to today, with Thai Union having moved a gigantic amount of its own product through a failing, debt-loaded subsidiary, even as it lobbies for deregulation of American fisheries, which would let it and its lobbying partners drain American waters of the last of its depleted fish stocks.

Dayen's 2020 must-read book Monopolized describes the way that monopolies proliferate, using the US health care industry as a case-study:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/29/fractal-bullshit/#dayenu

After deregulation allowed the pharma sector to consolidate, it acquired pricing power of hospitals, who found themselves gouged to the edge of bankruptcy on drug prices. Hospitals then merged into regional monopolies, which allowed them to resist pharma pricing power – and gouge health insurance companies, who saw the price of routine care explode. So the insurance companies gobbled each other up, too, leaving most of us with two or fewer choices for health insurance – even as insurance prices skyrocketed, and our benefits shrank.

Today, Americans pay more for worse healthcare, which is delivered by health workers who get paid less and work under worse conditions. That's because, lacking a regulator to consolidate patients' interests, and strong unions to consolidate workers' interests, patients and workers are easy pickings for those consolidated links in the health supply-chain.

That's a pretty good model for understanding what's happened to Red Lobster: monopoly power and monopsony power begat more monopolies and monoposonies in the supply chain. Everything that hasn't consolidated is defenseless: diners, restaurant workers, fishermen, and the environment. We're all fucked.

Decent, no-frills family restaurant are good. Great, even. I'm not the world's greatest fan of chain restaurants, but I'm also comfortably middle-class and not struggling to afford to give my family a nice night out at a place with good food, friendly staff and reasonable prices. These places are easy pickings for looters because the people who patronize them have little power in our society – and because those of us with more power are easily tricked into sneering at these places' failures as a kind of comeuppance that's all that's due to tacky joints that serve the working class.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/23/spineless/#invertebrates

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obxsummer · 3 months ago

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leave me again ii // rafe cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x routledge!reader (she/her), ex!jj maybank x reader

summary: you left the cut with nowhere to go. it’s rafe cameron that finds you and shows you the life you deserved to live

warnings: sorry jj lovers, that man does not get our girl back so sad jj and probably ooc rafe but i love it when that man is soft

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Six months.

It had been six months since any of the Pogues had seen you. No social media, no sight of you around town, no letters. Nothing.

The past six months left you to do a lot of reevaluations. You’d walked aimlessly after the group had left for the dive with nothing but your backpack and phone, no destination in mind. Until you found one.

“Lost or something?”

“Fuck off, Rafe,” Your response was instant as you continued to walk without sparing him a look. The car shifted into a different gear, you guessed by the noise, before Rafe was hopping out to approach you.

“Are you okay?” When you didn’t answer, he moved in closer and grabbed your shoulder before turning you to face him. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong?”

You stared at him with the knowledge that you probably looked like a mess with the tear streaks across your cheeks. While Rafe had a lot of issues with your friends and brother, he usually stayed clear of you. Whether that was because you were close with Sarah, or what, you didn't know.

Twisting your fingers together, you dropped your gaze as tears started to build again. “You ever watch someone you love choose someone else over you, every single time?”

The question felt like a punch in the gut to Rafe. He had. His whole life he watched his dad choose Sarah. Watched his mom choose another family over him. Watched Wheezie choose another sibling over him.

“Get in, I’ve got somewhere to take you.”

Six months ago, you hopped in Rafe Cameron’s Range Rover and left The Cut behind. You didn’t question the decision, knowing you’d worry about everyone else before taking care of yourself, and that clearly didn’t work in the past. You felt horribly guilty about leaving John B with no indication whether you were okay or not, but you knew if one of them found out, JJ would be busting down the door to Rafe’s bedroom before you had a chance to say no.

While you weren’t sure what the original intentions had been, Rafe was so different with you after bringing you back to his new house. One he’d bought after selling Tannyhill, free from the haunting of his father and the screams that echoed off the walls, he had turned it into a safe space for himself and anyone he invited in.

Things blossomed quickly and you realized the Rafe in front of you was not the bully, coke-head addict you’d once known. He was such a gentle person, and so much more attentive to you than JJ had ever been. Whether it was making you breakfast in bed before you left for the day, or prepping a warm (actually warm, like hot water you’d hadn’t had in forever) candle lit bath, or popping an expensive bottle of wine just for you to taste, he was there in ways nobody had been. You were his girl, his only girl, and you never once had to question that.

Rafe had even invited you to sit in on his investment meetings and he was slowly pulling your name into his business so you’d have a professional background to grow into. You were steadily becoming an educated little couple in his home, something he was so proud and grateful for. He had someone to lean on for advice and give him fresh eyes on new projects with no judgment or fear of anger. The two of you soaked up your bubble of peace for as long as you could before shit hit the fan.

Little did you know, on the other side of the island with your brother, there had been absolutely no peace. John B and JJ barely spoke, everything ending in an argument when they did. Pope was sick of playing mediator, and Kie had more of less shut down out of guilt. Sarah was still searching for you, but you’d gone ghost. Cleo was treading lightly with the knowledge that everything would explode eventually.

So, they did what they could, and dove into treasure hunting. When JJ pulled the amulet out of his pocket in the back of the Twinkie, John B’s emotions were mixed. Sure, he was stoked that he’d found the object the group was looking for, but he wished you were here. It was your birthday, and John B was inches away from losing his shit without you.

“Dude, are you okay?” Pope asked as the group stood in the office area of the house, trying to find more information on the amulet’s inscription.

John B tossed the heavy object on the desk in frustration. “No, I’m not okay! We can find decades old treasure like it’s the easiest thing ever, but we can’t find jack shit about my sister? That’s bullshit, Pope. And you know it.”

Pope knew things would be sensitive today. Even JJ woke up grouchy, which John B told him was deserved since he caused your absence in the first place. The lack of your presence weighed heavy on the group, so Pope suggested going to visit one of your favorite beach spots.

Little did he know what he was getting himself into.

“Rafe!” The house was filled with your laughter as Rafe twirled you in the kitchen lighting, your favorite song playing from the interactive speaker on the counter. The two of you had spent the day together, visiting the country club for lunch before Rafe took you shopping for something to wear tonight.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Lemme love on you, it’s your birthday” He mumbled as he pressed soft kisses into your neck, hands squeezing your hips teasingly. The soft fabric of the dress he’d picked out covered your frame, the color matching your skin perfectly.

You hummed in content, fingers holding his biceps tightly as if your knees would give out any second. “You loved on me a lot this morning.”

“Can’t help it.” Rafe’s thumb traced your bottom lip before he kissed you softly. “You make it so easy.”

The two of you got lost in each other for a few more moments, soaking up the quiet as the orange sunset started casting through the windows. Today had been the best day you’d had in so long and you were so grateful of Rafe for giving you so much patience and love.

It had taken time for you to adjust to this kind of life. You walked in here with three outfits to your name, a busted cell phone, and a stuffed animal John B won you at the town festival as kids. And Rafe embraced every bit of it, let you keep your Pogue pieces while building you a life around it that was filled with items you needed but would never ask for, all while loving you so gently.

You climbed out of his car (technically the one he’d bought you but you refused to acknowledge that), and stepped down into the soft sand below. This was your spot, the spot you came to whenever you needed to clear your head or take a moment alone. You’d shared it with Rafe shortly after everything changed, and now, it was a shared spot that you both considered special.

Rafe moved around the car to grab your hand and guide you toward the area he had organized for the two of you. A small white table had been set up with your favorite snacks and two glasses of wine, surrounded by the fluffiest blanket and pillows you’d seen.

“Did you do this?” You squeezed his hand tighter, tears in your eyes at how sweet and thoughtful the gesture was. Your jaw dropped as the two of you walked closer; everything was thought out down to the tiny forks you loved so much being there to pick up the appetizers.

“Course I did, baby.” Rafe kissed your temple softly and grabbed one of the glasses to hand to you before taking hold of his own. You clinked your glass against his, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him deeply in appreciation.

And then everything went to shit.

“What the fuck?”

Rafe’s hand tightened against your lower back, both of you looking over to see the handful of figures standing a few feet away. Your heart went to your throat went you made eye contact with your brother, whose hand was wrapped in Sarah’s. JJ stood behind him along with Kiara, Pope, and Cleo, all of them looking at you expectantly.

“Shit,” You whispered and took a step back from Rafe, eyes meeting his in dread. His expression had hardened at the sight of JJ, all the anger rushing back when he thought about how you’d been treated in the relationship, how unfair everything had been. You clocked the frustration in his gaze and placed your fingers on his cheek to redirect his focus back to you. “Don’t. I’ll handle it.”

Rafe’s jaw ticked but he didn’t argue as you slipped your wine glass back into his hand and left his side to approach the group standing in front of you. You weren’t even worried about JJ or Kie, you were worried about John B more than anything.

“Hi,” The greeting was so quiet you almost didn’t hear yourself. How do you talk to people you disappeared on six months ago?

John B’s only response was to pull you into the tightest hug he had ever given. You stumbled with the force of his body colliding with you before regaining your balance and returning the embrace.

“You’re okay,” He repeated the words to himself as if convincing his mind that they were true before stepping back and holding your cheeks in his hands. The smile on his face was huge, and you were so so confused. “Holy shit.”

“Hi,” You laughed quietly, placing your hands on top of his. “I’m so sorry.”

John B shook his head, his thumb brushing the random tear from your cheek. “Don’t be sorry. I told you to take a break, yeah? And you did.”

You glanced back to where Rafe was surprisingly conversing with Sarah with no anger in sight. The pit in your stomach slowly disappeared as you took them in and turned your attention back to John B. “I um… there’s a lot to catch you up on, and I want to tell you. I wanna tell you all of it, JB, but-”

“And I wanna hear it,” He reassured softly. “But someone put a lot of effort into your night and I don’t wanna steal any of it.”

You were so goddamn grateful for your brother. Pulling John B into another hug, you spared the look over his shoulder to see Kiara stomping away from the beach. You tried to keep a smirk off your face but it definitely made its way through.

Stepping back from John B, you shared hugs with Cleo and Pope, promising that you would see them soon before you were face to face with the reason you made it here in the first place. JJ looked rough. His hair was chaotic, arms thinner than you remembered, and he just looked tired.

“I don’t want your apology,” You spoke as he opened his mouth. “And it looks like you have a girlfriend to go find anyway.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” JJ replied quickly as he stared at you. “Not anymore.”

You pulled your lips in and shrugged. “Okay. I’ll see you around, JJ.”

He reached a hand out toward you when you moved to walk away. You paused just out of his reach and looked back. “For what it’s worth, I am sorry.”

You nodded. “I know. I should be thanking you actually, because if you had said it back to me that day, I wouldn’t have found something so much better.”

And with that, you walked away from JJ and the empty promises he had always given, walked away straight into the arms of someone who would give you the world and more, if you just so much as asked.

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dresshistorynerd · 3 months ago

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Sewing a turn of the 15th century French kirtle in doll scale

Another day, another historical doll outfit! This time it's Late Medieval. This was a popular style from about 1380-1420 France and Alpine area, but I specifically based this dress on French illuminations from the early 15th century, which mostly effects the details, like headwear. As always I hand stitched everything and stuck to historical construction methods as much as I could.

Chemise

I made a very simple chemise. The construction is based on what we know from extant finds, made out of simple rectangles and triangles, like earlier unlaced kirtles. Based on illustrations, chemise was fairly slim but unfitted enough it didn't need closures. I made it from linen, because it's not very gathered and won't bulk up too much, so I don't need to use my very fine cotton voile.

Cote

Cote is just the French word for kirtle, so appropriate here. This is the supportive layer cote, which was sort of an undergarment, but was considered fully dressed, if informal on it's own. The sleeves on this underlayer were always long and either fully fitted or gathered at the wrist. Some fitted sleeve styles had a flare at the wrist which covered the hand. The very fitted look was achieved with buttons. The silhouette was smooth and fitted, the waistline was slightly above the natural waist, though that was not as pronounced in France as in Northern Italy. Abdomen was emphasized, round lower stomach was the body ideal. The cut of the dress left plenty of room there. To fill that room I folded the chemise under the abdomen as a sort of padding. This was common to do with any kind of skirts, primarily to raise the hem when working, but why not for this purpose also? The necklines were fairly low and very wide.

I used cotton because I didn't have suitable thin enough wool that wouldn't have created too much bulk on this scale, but the cote should have been made from. The cotton is tightly woven and sells the look of a woven wool in this scale well enough for me. I didn't finish seems or line it to avoid bulk. I did give the lacing a cording to reinforce it and avoid wrinkling. The cotton was originally white, but I dyed it with iron oxide, basically rust, which at least is very much historical.

Hose

I made the hose from cotton as well for the same reasons as I did the cote. Long pointed style became fashionable around this time, as well as sewing leather soles in the bottoms of the hose instead of using shoes. Though often pattens (wooden flipflops basically) could be used when walking outside to protect the leather soles.

Cornettes or horned hair

I tied the hair with a tape on cornettes, where the volume of hair was tied on the temples to create a bit of horned appearance, especially when combined with the horned headwear. The sort of fillet which became more of a forehead loop seemed to have been tied into the hair, which I did.

Cotehardie

Cotehardie meant literally "bold cote", and in France that was what the formal outer cote was called. It was basically the same as cote, but made from more expensive materials and often had large hanging sleeves. I went with widening triangular sleeves, since they were perhaps the most popular sleeves at the time. I used fine fulled wool (verka) I had enough scraps left from. White fur was popular lining material, but obviously I can't use fur in this scale, I wish I had some light white velvet, it would have been pretty good, but I didn't. I lined the skirt and the sleeves with white cotton to imitate the look without adding too much body or extra bulk. I decorated the neckline with a simple golden trim. I thought about adding a bit of golden embroidery around it too, like seemed to have been popular, but my local crafts store had run out of golden thread so I decided to go with this only.

Accessories

Unlike the belt used with houppelande, which was below bust, the belt used with the kirtle or cotehardie, was very low, under the abdomen to emphasize it. I went for a silk belt look, which I'm imagining is embroidered/woven with golden thread, since embroidery that small would have been too painful. I had an old broken necklace, which I could use for the metallic parts.

With the pouch I went for the tasseled drawstring look, with simple embroidery manageable in this scale. I used linen for it.

Headwear

I made her a chaperon, which likely was where the escoffion got it's beginning, escoffion being the round tube-like headwear worn on top of the head seen in several primary source images above. Early form of escoffion was becoming very popular at the time, though chaperon's were still seen on women too. Chaperon, as seen below both on the left-most woman and the man in the middle was actually just the hood rolled into a circle.

Because the horned look was popular, the escoffion and chaperon were often worn over the wired horned veil, so I first made that. I made it from cotton to make it as light as possible. It was just a square I hemmed. I just used some wire to poke out the horns from her hair and pinned the veil close from the back and onto her hair from the top.

Then I made the open hood. It was just the regular hood which had become very popular during the last century and which had ever longer narrow tip, but it was pinned and worn open, probably because of the hair style and to again create the horned look. I made if from the same cotton I made the hose, even though it too should be from wool. But it was already too bulky as it was.

And finally I could make the chaperon. Here's first chaperon without wire or veil under it and then with those. The effect isn't as pronounced as I would have hoped because the hood is too bulky, but there is an effect which is nice.

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httpsserene · 7 months ago

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I’m begging you, please write something for us Lance girlies.

𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭-𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞? 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝! - 𝐥𝐬. 𝟏𝟖 | 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐏𝐍𝐅 |

𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

summary: it’s the most wonderful time of the year! you swear there’s love in the air. however, your friends, family, and fans think you need intensive therapy. content warning: vacation romance. girls trip. love at first sight. fluff. profanity. mentions of reader’s previously failed relationships. reader has a mom and sister. sibling dynamics (bullying). friendship. delusion. reader has a puppy. all photos are from pinterest. pairing: lance stroll x fem!black!reader

from serene: i wish peace, love, and happiness on everyone’s soul…and i hope my unexpected lance stroll smau series distracts you from the torment of the race weekend. LOL xxx < 3

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[caption1; he said i was a total loss at skiing and taught me how to snowboard instead ;p] [caption2; is it love if he buys you $25 ski resort hot cocoa?]

user19: oh no you're down BAD

yourfriend1: idk if it’s love but it's a stupid purchase 👏🏽 i can tell you that much

yoursister: no the fuck it's not love 🤬

user20: $25 HOT COCOA?!! outrageous user20: you better marry that man ynplays: you understand me on an subatomic level

instagram • yourbestie • dec13th • the shredder ⚑

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yourbestie: we’re all way better at this snowboarding thing, even yn. thanks to her “brown eyed beau” 🤨 (her name not mine)

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user21: oh them drinks look thirst quenching 🤤🤤🤤

➥ user22: i wish free refills were implemented worldwide

user23: they would have to chain me up in my room if i were at this resort...i'd be foaming out the mouffff 😮‍💨🥴

➥ user24: bro what 🤣🤣🤣

➥ user25: think it's time you get castrated lil bro

➥ user26: watchlist type beat 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽

yourfriend1: i thought this was supposed to be a girls trip :(

➥ yourfriend2: it never is with yn unfortunately

➥ yourbestie: FRFR this turned into the girls....and l****

➥ ynplays: don't be fucking rude 😒

➥ ynplays: he payed for our drinks and taught me how to shred ☹️

user27: "l****" ???? alright agents let's find out who this mfer is

➥ user28: *brushes off my criminal justice degree*

➥ user29: i've compiled a list of five letter boy names that start with L on a google doc and male celebs who have posted any ski resort pics or those who implied they were going

➥ user30: i have a google doc of all the male athletes who have posted any skiing/snowboading/resort pics AND athletes who implied they were going somewhere cold for holiday

➥ user29: ,,,i like your style. let's merge our docs 🤝

➥ user31: post the link on twitter and let's fucking get to it

#f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 x black!reader #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x black!reader #lance stroll smau #lance stroll x y/n #f1 x y/n #lance stroll fluff #f1 fluff #f1 x female reader #serene’s chapters.#⋆⭒˚｡⋆. series special: formula 1 #♡ ༘*.ﾟ love interest: ls.

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defnotsoju · 7 months ago

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Can you add anal or petplay on your minju smut?😂

THE KITTEN IN MY HOTEL ROOM

ILLIT's MINJU × M! READER

There was nothing better than hanging out with friends at a club after a long work week. You were drinking to the max, dancing, making out with random women in the club who were selling themselves for a few hundred dollars. Your life as a student was one of the best experiences you ever had and you would never give it up if you could. But what could be better than student life in Seoul?

Having a prostitute in your hotel room waiting for you every night and ready to serve you with her body.

The moment you entered the hotel room, you noticed the brown haired girl sitting on the large bedroom wearing a very cute lingerie. Although it was cute, the way her breasts were pressed together, expressing the line of her bust really turned you on. Her hair was wavy, her thighs were completely exposed and the material over her breasts and pussy was so thin that you could see through them. You could swear this is the hottest sight you've ever seen.

When you stood in front of her, you spread her legs apart with your knee and grabbed her chin. You made her look at you, smiling mischievously at the way she was looking at you.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Someone's impatient, huh?" You laughed and started caressing her lower lip with your thumb, carefully inserting the same finger into her mouth. "Suck it." You ordered her.

The brunette began to suck your thumb, looking up at your eyes that hungrily gazed at her semi-naked body. "You're so hot like this. I don't think I could go without fucking you anymore. You know what to do." You pushed your finger deeper into her mouth, making her gag slightly. She listened to you and obediently turned around, settling on the mattress on her hands and knees.

You were glaring at her ass which was so pale that the slap on her soft ass left a red mark from your hand. You were constantly enjoying the way her body reacted to the slaps, which made you slap her ass several more times in a row. She just moaned desperately and her body twitched.

But you yourself were eager to fuck her. You could feel the heat hugging your cock after you had applied the lube on it. Your movements were more difficult at first precisely because of how such a tight hole Minju has. The sight was brutal. Her back was arched, her chest pushed out against the mattress, her ass lifted up against your body. The leash was tightened around your hand and you were making her neck arch back until you had lost all sense of what you were doing. You had begun to aggressively thrust your pelvis into her ass, loud slaps of your skin echoing through the hotel room. You could hear her breathing heavily, the bell around her neck ringing constantly.

"S..Sir.. please fuck me slower It h-hurts.." Minju tried to plead with you politely and respectfully, calling you names as if you were higher in the hierarchy than her, which you were. She was just a prostitute and nothing more. But that didn't stop you. It even gave you the motivation to bang her as if it was the last time in your life, making the girl scream loudly in the room. You decided to lean over her yourself, starting to moan against her ear, which you bit.

"Meow for me. Be my good obedient kitty. Isn't that why I pay you? Why don't you do your job like the slut you are? Do you want me to tell your boss what you're doing? If you don't want to get into trouble, listen to what I tell you and you will be rewarded in the end." You growled against her ear, grabbing her hair and starting to pull hard. You pressed her head into the mattress, enjoying the way she meowed for you.

"Fuck...! S..Sir ~ This is so g..good.. N..N..Nyangh ~" The girl was moaning and shaking, trying to somehow squeeze her thighs as if that would stop the feeling of being aggressively fucked like she was some kind of animal. "N..Nyanghhh ~ D..Don't stop fuckin' me like that! P..Please!"

The time passed imperceptibly, and you had already reached your orgasm. You came so much in her tight hole that your cum started to flow out of her anus. Minju looked back at you, expecting you to help her cum as well, but she was going to keep her hopes up because you had other plans for her. She was licking the back of her palm, rubbing it after that on her forehead and acting exactly like the kitty you wanted her to be for you.

Without saying anything you grabbed her leash again and made her walk like an animal on all fours to the small fridge in the corner of the room. You took out a bottle of milk from the fridge and took a deep bowl, placing it on the floor and crouched next to her body.

"This is your reward for the good girl you are for me. " You stroked her soft, long and thick hair and she looked at you smiling. As soon as you poured it into her bowl, you told her to start drink the 'milk' like a kitten, and she listened to you.

Minju bent down and licked the white liquid, widening her eyes and immediately pulled away. It was your sperm. You had made her drink your orgasm, which you had saved especially for this session.

It looked like she didn't want to drink your cum from the bowl, but you forced her down and shoved her face inside, Minju closing her eyes and squeezing her eyelids as she drank from the bowl. "Good girl." You spoke and grabbed her hair to keep it out of the way. "I want you to drink it all."

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idesofrevolution · 7 months ago

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Cult of Personality

The blistering New Mexico heat bared down on Douglas' '99 Chevrolet Cavalier. The small blue coupe meandered up I-25, enroute from Las Cruces to Santa Fe. The old man quietly sighed to himself, fruitlessly trying to think of a better pitch to sell his Solar Panels to the rich folks up in Albuquerque. Las Cruces ended up being a bust, just as much as Tucson: the damn things were just too expensive up front. Not that the company gave a single damn, quotas are quotas. Thus, still empty handed, he passed the exit sign for Socorro- still an hour until he'd reach his destination.

As he passed the exit, he noticed a bright red glint a bit further up the road. Douglas adjusted his glasses, squinting his eyes to see. He slowed down on the empty highway as the sight became clearer. It was a car. In fact, it was a bright red '67 Mustang; it's owner leaned on the hood as black smoke bellowed from the tailpipe. Douglas looked down at his watch, knowing fully well that he needed to be in Albuquerque before sundown. Though, as he approached the broken down muscle car, the sweltering heat of the Chihuahuan Desert at high noon would be a killer. The young man leaning on the car turned his head, not even sweating a single drop, and stared blankfaced at Douglas as he pulled up.

Douglas hit the brakes, stopping his car right alongside the young man. He strode up to the old man's car, leaning in and resting his elbows onto window ledge. His stoic expression slowly melted into a wide grin, licking his lips before he spoke.

"You headed toward Albuquerque?" A thick Texan accent flowed from the man's lips, his dark brown eyes nearly black even in the blinding light of the sun. Douglas felt an odd twinge of nervousness as the grinning young man casually smiled; it felt off. Behind that handsome visage, something was brewing within.

"I'm headed to Santa Fe, but I can call you a mechanic from Socorro, he'd be here in a jiffy!" The young man's smile didn't fade, he simply shook his head 'no.'

"Phone's got no service out here, brother. I sure would appreciate a ride. It's just a mile or so up the road." He turned, pointing down the seemingly endless highway. Before Douglas could deny the young man his request, the hitchhiker leaned in closely. It may have been the heat, or it may have been his exhaustion, but for no more than two seconds, he thought he'd heard whispers blowing in the wind. Douglas said nothing, and the young man's grin grew wider. "Thank you, brother. I'll hop in the back."

As he strode back to his car, grabbing a duffel bag from the trunk of his car, Douglas wanted to slam on the gas and blitz out of there. An air of menace surrounded this man, despite his magnetic charisma; yet his foot did not press down on the pedal. The passenger side door opened, as the man hopped into the back seat of his coupe. Too late. The door slammed by itself, evidently thanks to a gust of wind he neither felt nor heard. He pulled the car out of park, and off the duo went. He glanced into his rearview mirror, taking in the sight of his hitchhiker.

He nearly took up the entire backseat. The duffel bag sat next to him, his muscular arms tightly holding it against his side. He was easily above six feet tall, likely even more than six and a half. He threw his arms behind his head, kicking his large feet onto Douglas' armrest. Outwardly, he seemed like just another good looking guy- one he'd likely see on his granddaughter's TikTok. But his guard remained on high alert.

"Just keep driving, brother. I'll tell ya when to turn off." His velvety voice was disarming, a carefree confidence just wafted from him alongside the strange heat which seemed to emanate from his muscular body. For about an hour, the two sat in silence as they rocketed down the highway. Each glance he shot into his mirror, Douglas would see the man smirking- his gaze never meeting the old man's. Thus, as the road veered to the left in the distance, their silence was broken. "Don't turn, just keep going straight." He carried a tone of authority in his voice, a natural command that would be highly unlikely to be ignored.

"There isn't a road straight ahead..." The hitchhiker finally stared into the mirror, his eyes locked on Douglas' reflection.

"Go straight."

As if of their own accord, the old man's hands kept steadfast on their trajectory. As the road began to curve, the Cavalier shot in the commanded direction, straight into the sands of the desert. They swerved, avoiding large rocks and towering Saguaros, before the foothills of the mountains started to come into view. Through the mirage before them, Douglas could see what looked like a campsite ahead, just beyond the thicket of green brambles. A crowd of maybe 50-70 people had gathered in the bowels of the desert. For what purpose, Douglas did not yet know. But as he slowly began his approach, the entire crowd had turned their eyes toward the car. Like the parting of the Red Sea, the crowd split in two; leaving a clear straight shot toward a makeshift platform right at the base of the mountain.

"Thank you for the lift, brother. Do me a favor, will ya? Stick around. I have a feeling you'd love what we have going on today." Again, his timbre was less of a request- and far more of a demand. The tone was never raised, nor was it ever aggressive. However, he felt as if one would be wise to heed his instructions. Douglas simply nodded, turning the car off, and opening the door.

The crowd was filled with a diverse cast of people, all of which were fit, energetic, and young. Not a single soul had seen a day over 30, no less than 21. They stared with vacant expressions in silence until the hitchhiker exited the backseat, at which point they erupted in cheers and applause. Douglas watched with confusion and shock as the young man walked toward the platform, shaking hands, playfully punching shoulders, giving out high fives like condoms at a clinic. Who the hell had he picked up? Where the hell was he? As he hopped atop the wooden structure in one single leap, easily five feet off the ground, he shucked the grey tank top and tossed it into the crowd. A young woman caught it, tenderly holding it against her chest as the onlookers admired his chiseled build. Raising his arms, the crowd went silent.

"Brothers and Sisters, today is the day! Are you ready? Are you rearing? Tell me!" The crowd erupted, Douglas stared around the transfixed athletes, feeling entirely out of place- as if he wasn't meant to be there. "For one full year, you have trusted me to build your bodies into machines: daily training, nightly runs, some of y'all are out there doing some of the hardest workouts we have to offer. Look at you now!" More cheers. "When I told you that your bodies were temples, to treat them as such, each and every one of you took my words seriously. I said that each of you had the potential to become something incredible. You said, but Cameron, I can't ever get to where you're at! But guess what? You followed the regimen, you became part of our family, you became a part of something so much bigger than you even knew. And we are here today, your induction into our movement, the final hoo-rah!" Mimicking the leader, every single one of the parroting people began to chant hoo-rah, once... twice... thrice... like a warcry on the battlefield. Douglas turned, searching through the sea of people to find an escape route. Instead, he only saw five men of the same jacked physique of the leader handing out what looked to be bottles of water. Peering closely, the unlabeled bottles carried a milky white liquid.

"What sort of Jonestown shit is this..." The bottles were disperse quickly amongst the crowd, the cheery if not dim young men had seemingly finished in minutes as the leader droned on. Douglas took the opportunity to make his way back toward the car, only for a moment of dread to wash over him. It was gone. In it's place, a line of tire tracks came to an abrupt end, no vehicle in sight. The old man felt a hand on his shoulder, turning quickly to be face to face once again with 'Cameron' himself.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me, Douglas. I'm more than happy to reimburse you, you've saved the day." Whispers again started to rise around him, incoherently babbling a language far outside of his own knowledge. "Today, my friend, your journey begins." Douglas tried to pry his eyes away from Cameron to no avail. The deep brown eyes seemed to swallow any thought, any desire, any need. Cameron's pupils started to pulse, mimicking the old man's heartbeat, growing larger and larger, until the inky blackness had swallowed his entire iris & sclera. Cameron smirked as he watched the old man's posture fall forward, his shoulders drooping and his jaw hanging loosely. "Mmmmmmm. Good, fall deep, vessel. For your assistance today, your reward is to be one with me, just as all in my inner circle have done."

The black-eyed stud gently guided Douglas away from the crowd, who were busy downing the contents of their respective bottles just as moans and groans started ringing out from the poor fools. The five members of Cameron's inner circle followed suit, their eyes flooding black and mouths curling into devilish grins. The group soon arrived in a clearing of the thicket, circling around a pile of filthy clothes strewn across the dirt. Douglas was slowly guided to them, entirely unwavering in his stonefaced obedience.

"Well, my children. You continue to serve me well. I admit, this body must be hard to say no to. He is a joy to wear." The five goons chuckled menacingly, one or two of them groping at their bulges through their running shorts. "Today, as you all did before him, Douglas aided me in my time of need. On a momentous day as this, such acts must be rewarded. Today, you welcome your new brother." With a swipe of his hand, Douglas' corporate clothing dissolved into thin air, burnt ash flying into the desert wind. He stood there in the nude, the group watching in anticipation as Cameron simply pointed down to the pile of reeking clothes, and Douglas could do nothing but obey.

One by one the articles began to tremble, before sliding across the sand toward their soon-to-be owner. Cameron snickered, snapping his finger. A sweaty jockstrap quickly flew into the air, levitating for a moment before shooting toward the old man's groin. Like a liquid hitting a solid, the grimy fabric collided with Douglas, warping and wrapping around his legs and package until it had settled into it's new home. The brothers grinned, as they watched the old man's admittedly humble bulge swell rapidly. It expanded outward, his balls dropping like ten pound weights as they grew, and his cock elongated and widened until it peeked it's head out from the bottom of the sweat stained pouch. Douglas moaned as his ass swelled thick and bulbous, the formerly wrinkled and smooth skin sprouting dark brown hairs as his bush followed suit. Cameron grinned, strutting over to cup his hand over the musky horsecock and balls that had sprang from his jock.

Another snap of his fingers, and the shorts shot upward, wrapping around Douglas' legs, quickly inflating them with thick mass. His hamstrings widened, his quads becoming hard as iron while his calves tightened. The chicken legs he used to possess now were two massive slabs of hard meat. Cameron continued to grope and massage his prey's bulge, the fabric of the jockstrap growing sticky with his pre as he moaned. The five grunts slowly lowered their own shorts and jockstraps, releasing their sweaty dicks into their waiting palms.

"You humans are so... simple." *snap* The socks slithered like snakes across the ground, surrounding Douglas' toes and sliding around his heel and fastening around his ankle. "All it takes is slipping into some attractive male, and you'll be worshipping at my feet. As will you." The old man's feet cracked and stretched wide, his soles growing soft and sweaty as the stinking running shoes melted around his gigantic feet. The rubber and fabric contorted and stretched, the funk of a thousand runs in the desert heat wafting from within their confines as they reformed into a perfect fit. The group started to stroke their cocks, small droplets of black sludge seeping from their slits. Cameron grinned, sliding his hand into Douglas' jockstrap and wrapping it around his throbbing member. "You, however, will be a prince among men."

*snap* The pot belly which had plagued Douglas for 30 some odd years slowly receded, fading into obscurity as if it had never been there to begin with. His abs tightened, his pecs became lean, his waist slimmed quickly with powerful obliques and cum gutters pointing toward his hose. Whispers started to echo in the wind as the five cultists stroked their cocks, streams of black, tar-like slime coalescing into pools at their feet.

"You will be a father of my spawn, a carrier of my seed." Cameron continued to pump the massive dick, watching with malicious glee as his arms grew sinewy and lean, his hands large and wide, his fingers long and slender. "Today, our army is founded." The possessed stud placed his hand on the balding head of the former salesman, pushing him to his knees; his mind blank as his master's shorts slid down to his thighs, releasing a grotesque sight. Whatever his host's member used to be was long gone, now corrupted with demonic seed. It stood upright, intricate black symbols wrapping around the foot long shaft all the way to his foreskin. "Receive my blessing, mortal. Be one with me." The ripe rod inched forward, dripping thick globules of the black sludge onto Douglas' thighs as it pressed against his face. His mouth opened, and it was over.

In a single thrust, the monstrous cock pushed past his lips and deep into his throat as Cameron began to face fuck the old man. The pools of black sludge from his minions writhed toward him, engulfing his legs in their glistening form before slinking toward his tight hole. Cameron threw his head back in ecstasy, howling a thunderous and unnatural roar as his underling's seed seeped into Douglas' rear. The sounds of squelching, cracking, suction rang out as the roars began to grow louder. Each slap of his face against Cameron's bush reformed his aged face. New hairs sprouted on his scalp, a thick forest of black spreading across his head. His lips plumped as they slurped on the smelly cock, his skin tanning and all wrinkles disappearing. The last vestiges of the black sludge squeezed into his hole, and with a wicked, fiendish grin the possessed stud cursed out into the open desert air:

"WE... ARE... ONE!" 'Cameron' released his gift down into his new son's throats, a torrent of black seed rushing out of his length and into Douglas' transformed body. His veins started to flush dark, until an inky blackness had sprawled across his lean, taut figure. Whatever remained of Douglas sunk into a void of darkness, only to be encompassed by the viscous corruption. 'Cameron' grinned, his will quickly overwhelming the spirit of the old man before slipping his demonic essence within it. More and more of him flooded into the body, squeezing into the soul, until it was unclear where Douglas began and 'Cameron' ended. Dismounting his new creation, he watched with glee as the convulsions died down, and it's eyes opened, revealing an endless inky black as it grinned.

"Yes, my master, this vessel shall fit our needs quite nicely." As his eyes slowly started to return to their normal hazel, the corruptive sludge within his veins reformed, pushing upward through the capillaries and into the skin, now little more than tattoos to the naked eye. 'Cameron' grinned, another human ensnared into his dark consciousness, little more than a husk to house his essence.

'Dougie' smirked as he pulled up his fetid shorts, quickly masking his cock dripping the black sludge of his master and brothers as he threw his sweaty arms around his new family, walking toward their new army.

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"Alright, Santa Fe! Are we ready to get fit?" The crowd erupted as Cameron stood before them, his arms raised on the roof of the building, grinning over the 200 new disciples he was prepared to imbue with his gift. Those who had been with him at Socorro stood silently amongst the unsuspecting enthusiasts, ready to 'assist' their 'ascension' should the need arise. Just beside the building, his sons had gathered behind the truck in a circle, chanting words beyond our most vivid imagination as they stroked eachother's musky cocks into the large vat of water. 'Dougie', now a favorite of Cameron, devilishly grinned as he felt the first torrent of his corruption spew into the clear water, the thick black sludge slithering about before dissolving into the liquid as if it were never there. Round after round, they shot their father's seed into water, until there was more of the seed than there was of the water.

"Alright, brothers. I think that should do it." His deep, bellowing voice brought each of his brothers attention on him as they put their cocks back into their shorts. "Hah, and not a minute too soon." The crowd of feckless initiates began to line up, in desperate need of hydration, of which 'Dougie' was more than happy to provide. He hopped up onto the bed of the truck, as his brothers ladled their refreshment into individual bottles. Snatching one, 'Dougie' snickered. "Who's thirsty?"

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scoopsahoy · 3 months ago

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whale tail

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Eddie was convinced you had to be teasing him at this point. The way you swayed your hips when you walked, those too-tight jeans, and the way you touched him nonchalantly when you spoke. It was like you wanted him to jump your bones.

But there was one day in particular that he couldn't get out of his head. He had mentioned wanting to sell some vinyls he didn't listen to, and they just happened to be the bands you loved most. So you begged to come look at what he was discarding, him enthusiastically agreeing — what, with the crush he had on you.

But when you squatted down to dig through the box of records, your underwear poked out above your jeans. The only reason it caught his eye was because they weren't just any regular underwear.

You were wearing a thong.

It wasn't intentional, they just happened to be the only clean underwear you had at the moment.

Eddie didn't breathe for probably a good ten seconds, his eyes locked on the Y shape they created. They were a deep red and had lacy trim, and he wondered how they could possibly be comfortable. He wondered if you wore them for him, if you walked around every day with those panties on.

And the thought of that turned him on a ridiculous amount. Picturing you going to school every single day with the hottest underwear hidden beneath those clothes could've made him bust on its own, but he had to control himself while you were in his room.

You gasped, finding a copy of Rock a Little by Stevie Nicks. You stood up and turned to face him, your whale tail disappearing under your shirt.

"Where did you get this?" you asked, staring at the album cover.

"What, that? A thrift store, I think."

"Do you have any idea how hard I've searched for this?" He shook his head. "I have every single other Stevie album, but I've never been able to find this. It's always sold out." You looked up at him. "And you found it at a thrift store!" He chuckled a bit. "You lucky fucker. How much?"

"It's yours."

"What?"

"Take it. It's yours."

"Come on. I brought money."

"Seriously, just take it. I don't want your money."

You rolled your eyes. "Eddie, don't be ridiculous. The whole point of this was because you wanted to sell these. Let me buy it." You pulled the five dollar bill out of your pocket and stepped over to him, shoving it in his front pants pocket.

He instinctively jerked back a bit after realizing he had a partial boner. You noticed as soon as your fingers went in, and you looked up at him.

"Sorry," he said immediately, walking quickly into the living room. You two were the only ones home, Eddie having said something about his uncle working.

Your eyes were wide and you swallowed the spit in your mouth, following him after a few seconds.

"It's okay," you reassured. "I shouldn't have done that."

"No, it's not your fault."

"I mean, isn't it, kind of?" He furrowed his brows a bit. "I'm not an idiot, Eddie. I could feel you staring at my ass when I was squatting."

"I-I wasn't staring at your ass."

"Then what were you staring at?"

"Uh... I could see your underwear."

"My underwear?" That's when you realized what you were wearing and your cheeks went red. "Oh. Shit, I... I didn't even realize I was wearing those."

"They're pretty," he said awkwardly.

"Uh... thanks. I should, uh, get going." He reached into his pocket and pulled the money back out and tried handing it to you. "For the last time, Munson. Keep it. That's how selling things works." He still looked annoyed, but agreed and laid it down on the coffee table. "I'll see you around school, yeah?"

"Yeah."

And with that, you slipped out of his door and practically sprinted to your car.

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The next day at school, you were putting your books in your locker when you heard footsteps stop on the other side of the door. You closed it a bit to see Eddie standing there with his arms crossed.

"Hey," you greeted warmly.

"Hi."

"What's up?"

He held your jacket out and you sighed. "You left this at my place."

"Oh, thank you. I completely forgot about it."

"Yeah."

He didn't move after you threw the jacket into your locker.

"Is there something else?"

"I... Yeah, kinda."

"Okay, what is it?"

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about last night."

"What about last night?"

"You know."

You remembered the whale tail, mentally punching yourself.

"Oh. That."

"Yeah. That."

"So what are you asking?"

He looked at you for a minute before choking out, "Come by again tonight." He leaned closer to you, his lips just inches from your ear. "And wear them again."

Without another word, he turned and walked away. You were in a bit of shock, your eyes wide and mouth agape.

So when you found yourself standing outside his trailer, your fist in the air waiting to knock and the same thong underwear on as yesterday, you took a deep breath before connecting your hand with the door.

You didn't even finish knocking before the door whipped open. There stood a smiling Eddie with a beer bottle in his hand.

"Hey," he smirked.

"Hi."

"Come on in." You walked up the few stairs and into the living room, where he came up behind you with another bottle in hand. "Want one?" He put them down on the counter after he asked.

"Oh, no thanks. I don't really drink-"

You were interrupted by his lips against yours. He was gentle but dominant, his hands on your sides. You kissed back and braced yourself on his shoulders.

He turned you around and sat you on the small table to your left, his hips between your thighs.

"This okay?" he asked into your mouth.

"Yes," you breathed.

As you kissed, he reached down and unbuttoned your jeans, looking down to see the thong. He smirked, making eye contact with you.

"You wore 'em."

"You told me to."

"Mm. Good girl. Lift your hips up."

You did as told and leaned back on your hands, lifting your hips into the air to allow him to pull your pants off. He couldn't take his eyes off your body, the thong really complimenting your figure.

You pulled his lips back to yours and felt his fingers creep up your thigh. Once his pointer finger started lightly pressing to your underwear, you broke the kiss.

"Take 'em off me," you commanded, to which he followed. He pulled them off of you with such speed that you couldn't even lift your hips all the way.

Once you were exposed, he dropped to his knees and began kissing your thighs, making sure to look at your face. You bit your lip and whimpered as you watched his mouth inch towards their destination.

And when he buried his face in your pussy, you threw your head back and moaned. You laid back so you were flat against the table, your head hanging off.

He propped your legs on his shoulders and held the tops of your thighs, his tongue working wonders.

"Shit," you whispered, unable to stay still.

Getting you off seemed to be his only objective, watching your body writhe as he ate you out. One of your hands was tangled in his hair, the other hand on his.

Sloppy sounds filled the trailer, and it didn't take long for you to feel yourself going over the edge. But when you finally did, he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. He continued exactly what he was doing, desperate to give you at least two or three orgasms before his pants even came off.

And when he succeeded the third time, you had to physically push him away. You'd never had more than two at a time, so the third one was almost too much for you.

When you looked down at him, his grinning face was soaked. You couldn't help but giggle as he wiped his chin with his shirt. He stood up and leaned over you, kissing your neck a few times before moving to your mouth.

"Do you have condoms?" you asked a moment later.

He immediately pulled one out of his pocket before undoing his own pants and dropping them to his ankles.

He was thick, and you could tell he was going to stretch you out. He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth and put it on with ease, his fingers tracing circles around your clit. Your body jerked at the sensation, both of you chuckling.

He pressed the tip of his dick against your entrance, teasing you for a moment.

"Eddie, please."

And with that, he was pushing into you. The sound of your moans filled the room, your back arching.

"That okay?" he asked, looking at you for approval.

"So good."

That was his cue to bottom out, your eyebrows furrowing at his size. He started out thrusting slowly, giving you time to adjust. But his speed soon increased, involuntary moans tumbling from your mouth.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he whined, his grip on your hips only tightening.

"Kiss me, Eddie," you begged, him leaning down and connecting your lips. You could tell this was uncomfortable for him, so he picked you up, still inside of you, and carried you over to the counter. He sat you down and held your head in place to kiss you, continuing to thrust into you.

This position was even more pleasurable, your body flush against his as he fucked you. The hand not on your face was pressed against your lower back, keeping you still.

He was close. He was never this quick to finish. But something about your pussy was magical. You were easily the best fuck he'd had. But he was good at holding off his orgasms for longer sex. And he wanted to please you.

So when he could tell you might be close to another orgasm, he reached down between you two and with his thumb started fingering you.

You couldn't even speak before another one ripped through you, unable to keep yourself from moaning loudly. To quiet you, he kissed you deeply, engulfing every sound that came from your mouth. And feeling you cum around him made him fill the condom, both of you grunting and moaning into each other's mouths.

When he finally stilled his movements, the only sound in the room was that of your out of sync breathing. Your foreheads together, neither of you could move for a moment. He kissed you, you returning it lazily.

"Jesus," he said.

"That was good," you whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. You're good at that."

"I know." His sarcastic cockiness could only make you chuckle.

Neither of you spoke while you got redressed. You decided to take another look at his records, your thong poking out of your pants again.

"We should do this again sometime," he said as he opened your car door for you.

You leaned against the inside of the door, propping your elbows on it.

"You want to?"

"Absolutely. Do you?"

You smiled. "Absolutely. I'll be back tomorrow."

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anticidic · 28 days ago

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It's thanks to @hintabutbsd that I couldn't get these images out of my head and now I'm like...pokémon trainer AU, but very specifically 15!skk

Dazai learns to patch up his pokémon himself when in a pinch, and he'll feed them berries and spray potions on their wounds because Yokohama has its fair share of sketchy Pokémon Centers that he doesn't trust the same way he doesn't trust people to patch him up and tend to his wounds. So his pokémon are sometimes wandering around covered in bandages themselves and the first time Chuuya sees Dazai's Wooper, he has half a mind to snatch the thing up and bring it to a proper Pokémon Center for treatment.

His crimes include snatching berries from the trees of berry growers and inappropriately using the HM Surf to cross waters where pokémon surfing is illegal in the bay (he does it cut down time but also to get away from Chuuya when he pulls his pranks, forgetting Chuuya has a pokémon that can fly and Dazai's sometimes just been...snatched up in the claws of a talonflame and flown back to headquarters)

He busts those medicinal shops that sell the super bitter herbs that pokémon hate like revival herbs, energy roots, and heal powders. And force feeds them to his enemies instead

He's been holding off on evolving his Wooper for years because he found the poor thing all alone in an alley battered and surrounded by trashcans and dumpsters where it didn't belong, looking a little scared as thunder struck. Wooper shouldn't be alone but he didn't know what else to do other than take it in himself and patch it up. Then it refused to leave his side. And now he might have a tiny soft spot for it.

He also likes using Chuuya's pokémon because of his own laziness. Sometimes Chuuya will walk in to his arcanine starting a little fire for Dazai to keep warm because he can't stand the cold—and has half a mind to tell Dazai to cut it out and catch his own fire types if he wants one so bad, but might have a SMALL change of heart because his arcanine-then-growlithe used to do the same for him and the Sheep when they were in the slums)

Or he'll get the great idea of taking it for a ride across the city so he can catch up to Chuuya who's speeding on his motorcycle.

Dazai tries to goad people into touching his Wooper because it secretes a deadly poison, and Chuuya threatens him every time he does it.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #ideas #pokemon trainer au #i SWEAR this has been living rent-free in my head when i saw the images and i still can't get them out of my head #the poor wooper is so cute and asdfghjkl just imagining dazai having his little army of pokemon in bandages #he technically means well by trying to treat their wounds from battles but yeah

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velvet-paradox · 3 months ago

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Chaste

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Virgin!König x Female reader Summary: König finally meets his match. Length: Long (idk what's gotten into me with these but you are welcome) Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, virginity loss, kissing, (protected) p in v, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

He's panicking.

He can practically hear his hair growing, his pants are too tight, his hands are getting that weird kind of clammy he gets when he's about to take aim. He's beginning to sweat and is currently now wondering if wearing a white button up was the right choice.

He already stands out.

Of course he does. And not just by height alone, not to mention the weight his body carries, how broad his shoulders are. Also the crisp mask that covers his face and drapes around his shoulders is a dead give away. He slouched a little to make room for the chattering couple headed over to get their seats, giving him shy smiles but he knows their whispering about him. Their always whispering about him. Maybe he should just leave, get out of dodge, mention he's not feeling well, which is only partially true.

He's so sick with nerves. His anxiety meter is about explode.

….

Months of talking, letters sent over state, county, and country lines. You even had his SAT phone number just in case! It felt silly at first, he hid the frequent Pen Pal flyer that hung amongst other such distractions at the base. There were plenty of names to choose from with just a sprinkle of information.

Rhys was 26, worked in IT, loves video games. Tegan 32, makes and sells seashell earrings. Statler, 38, enjoyed hiking and the outdoors. Nate, 33, was a fisherman, Trout specificity. His blue eyes scanned the sheet until one name stood out to him for some reason.

He started writing to you immediately and he couldn't seem to stop. After the third letter exchange you gave him your social handles and phone number. God he was so nervous to hit the call button, but he was pleased when you answered after the first ring.

He'd get a tingly feeling in his gut when his civie phone would ping, a well sought out and selected little chime that singled you out from the rest. It took him hours to find just the right sound that not only would remind him of you but one so defined that if he were to hear it he'd jump out of bed immediately. It didn't even have to be a selfie to get him smiling, a simple good morning handsome would suffice.

'How's your day going so far?'

'I'm proud of you.'

'Oh the praise!'

You threw buckets of it at him and he gobbled it up with glee. He was curious how well he could conduct himself in person. Hopefully not bust in his jeans like some degenerate.

He'd be lying if it didn't get him hard though, his thick cock pulsing from your honest affirmations, holding and biting the hem of his shirt as he jerked off.

Coming to the niceties that would fall from your lips.

"Come on, come on. I'm right there, oh you look so cute. Bet you give great hugs, fuck, to feel you against me. Oh god!"

He couldn't help it.

It made him feral, groaning your name only made him work and twist his fist even tighter, even harder. He felt a little guilty though, this was your first time meeting in person and he'd already jerked off to the thought of you twice this week alone.

The theatre was getting filled up rather quickly as he sat at the top, next to the stairs so he could survey the area. It was better to have your back against the wall than to be vulnerable and in sight. Combat has taught him that very early on.

He looked down at his watch, 7:24. The movie was to start soon but where were you? Was this a joke to you, was he the joke? Were you standing him up. Were you out with someone else? Maybe you were ashamed to be seen with the likes of him. Maybe this was a bad idea-

"König!" He looked started until he saw you at the bottom of the stairs, excitedly waving as you ran up the stairs, two at time once you got closer. Excusing yourself to others finding seats. He stood to show you he'd saved you a seat, certainly inot excpecting you to jump at him, into his arms. Luckily for the both of you he's got incredible reflexes.

"You're bigger than I thought!" You exclaimed when he set you down.

Looking over your pretty sundress, with its' delicate floral patterns and pastel shade beneath. Your sneakers were bright and looked fresh right out of the box.

"I get that a lot. Um, here, I have saved you a seat."

"You mean iyou're not my seat?"

Oh dear!

You giggled and told him you were only joking, he wouldn't have minded really but he was unsure how you'd feel about feeling him half-hard already from seeing you, smelling your perfume that he hoped would last throughout the night. Possibly linger on his clothes long after you split.

You wiggled down in the saved spot, looping your arm through his chatting away before the lights dimmed down and the trailers emerged on the screen.

During the film he feels you breathing, wiggling and bumping up against his arm. You're so distracting even though you staring forward and not at him like he's looking at you. You smell so nice, your skin is soft and in the brighter scenes on the screen he can see down the front of your dress. He had to correct himself twice. No fucking staring, big man!

"So! What did you think?" you ask joyfully as you left the theater, still attached to his arm.

He would actually have an answer if he weren't watching you for most of the movie. So he shrugs and gives hopefully a somewhat honest answer.

"I liked it." He didn't have a lack of restriction when you mentioned your favorite movie was getting a long awaited sequel and that it would be in theaters by the time he got back from deployment.

"I think it held up quite nicely, I'm glad they went the route they did. Rumor had it they were just gonna' recycle the same old script and mix some junk in there for flavor. Wait, we didn't get any snacks, you've gotta' be starving, you didn't eat any popcorn or candy!"

" 'm alright, Y/N."

"Are you sure? There's a nice little diner just down the road a bit. I'll even feed you if you want." Your face lights up with a smile and a wink and König is blushing all over beneath his hood. How could he say no to that?

You idid in fact feed him a few bites of your biscuits and gravy, he'd seen it before but was always turned off by the fact he may not enjoy the combination. So he he stuck to his usual soft scramble eggs platter they offered. The gravy wasn't bad.

"So how many dates have you been on? I imagine one sees 'experienced military' gets you a fair share of dinners and phone numbers."

König choked on his coffee under the mask. He set the cup down but kept his hands around the mug for warmth. "Uh… you are actually my first."

"Really? Of the week?" You enquired sweetly.

He shook his head. "Nein."

"Ohhhh of the month?"

Again he shook his head.

"Of the year?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Of forever. You are my first date, officially."

"EVER?!" you quickly covered your mouth and smiled at him across the checkerboard table top. "I'm your first date?! Talk about pressure! Now I really gotta' step up and show you a good time. Can't have you going around destroying my reputation."

His brows creased behind the mask. "You have a reputation?"

"No but it would be pretty neat if I did!" Your laugh made his stomach lurch and for the first time, in a very long time, he might actually be a little happy.

"Are we going for a walk now?" König asked once outside the diner, the air had cooled off a bit which was a relief because your flirting and smiling face was making him hot beneath the collar. Fingers and toes crossed he wasn't visibly sweating.

"Oh. Do you want to?"

"Is that not what you're supposed to do?"

"I mean you can. There's no rules."

"That's what they do in the movies." König pondered out loud. He'd seen in done so many times he just thought 'oh I'm going on a date, eat dinner, then walk around for a bit'. No harm in that really. Now he felt embarrassed and kind of ticked off that he'd had that logged away in his memory for so many years.

"We can walk, there's a park with a pond behind those trees over there."

Before he can stuff his shame back into his pocket, he's being yanked across the street, dodging some traffic and a dog that should have been on a leash.

It was nice. He didn't have to think so much, you were taking the lead which was refreshing. You weren't scared of him, or threatened by his size. He dwarfed your body easily, no questions asked. Used to orders from the higher ups, though a colonel himself, he was raised on a routine, strict guidelines to follow correctly. With you, even for this first initial date, he was so attracted to you, so much so that he allowed you to drag his weight around the park.

"Maybe next time I could cook for you. Would you like that?" You asked, strolling along the cobblestones. The branches swaying in the warm night air. Petals from some rose bushes had fallen around the base of the bush like a halo.

His heart surged. "There is going to be a next time?"

"I hope so."

"I wasn't sure if maybe you were taking pity on me."

"I'm not like that. I'm having a good time with you. You're safe with me ya' know?" You stopped and held his hand, using it for leverage to pull yourself up to stand on a park bench. You were closer now, your eyes bright and face aglow. He was in trouble. Even more so when you placed your hands on his shoulders, he walked closer and smiled when you hugged him again.

He plucked one of the roses out from the bush and kept it hidden behind his back while you walked around a bit more before parting ways. The way you squealed with delight, how cheeky you got, how you inhaled the given rose made him smile. He hadn't felt like this before.

….

"What's got you in a mood?" Simon asked once he was back on base. The lieutenant shared an on-suite room with him, just coming back from the showers by the looks of it. König had maybe done a little spin once in the safety of his room.

"Nothing, L.T." König slipped the movie stub into his keep sake box. Locked of course, inside held his personal belongings, his passports, SAT phone, all your letters and a few polaroid's you'd taken.

"Ah, you can't hid nothin' from me, colonel. I know ye' too well, yer jus' like me." Simon finished shaking out his wet blonde hair like a dog, watching him lock the box with the key.

"I am nothing like you Simon, the only things we have in common are military backgrounds and close in height." König snorted.

"That's what you think! So where were ya'?"

"I had a date, thank you very much." König admitted and by the gafwed noise Simon made, maybe he should have kept his big mouth shut. Because now Ghost was wild eyed and begging for gossip, sitting down next to him on his bed, getting water everywhere. He'd have to change out his sheets now.

"You on a date, sir? I can't wrap my head aroun' that!"

"She's nice and funny and I didn't have to think so much. No jumping through hoops with this one, she's direct and very easy on the eyes. And she wants to cook for me." König couldn't help it, once he got going telling Simon little pieces about you, Simon turned into mush, collecting these little nuggets like breadcrumbs.

"Cook for you? Hot damn, König, you must've made some impression."

"Ja, I guess I did."

"So what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I just, I am not experienced in this, talking phase or dating, relationships. That sort of thing is in the unknown to me. I barely have any friends, no romantic affairs, no wild tales of my youth. You know me, I signed up the moment I could. All I know is this," König exclaimed, gesturing to their barrack room. Cold and lonely, nothing cozy about the place. Just beige, white and cement. No color. Drab. "What if that's not enough for a woman like her?"

"Look man, I don't know this bird but what I do know is this," Simon clapped him on the back twice. "You had a successful date, mission complete. You're about to get a free dinner out of a lovely gal and who knows, she likes you this much to cook for ya'. I'd say you're enough."

He thought about that all night. Hung up his white shirt, after inhaling it when Simon left, smiling into the crisp fabric because your scent was faintly there. Was he enough? He worried a hole into the ceiling, laying there in his sweats and socks.

You texted him that you had gotten home safe, sending a quick picture of yourself holding the rose to your face. He stared at it for little longer before closing his eyes.

….

"I'm sorry to break it to you boys, but we've been called into action. Boots on the ground, simple recon. I know I know. Hit me with it already," Captain John Price announced a few days later in the debriefing room. His statement was met with groans of disappointment, sighs of defeat. They just gotten back to base, couldn't they found a better, eager group of recruits for a recon? Even the colonel let out a huff, tapping his foot against the table. "Two days time and we head out. Dismissed."

König bit at the inside of his cheek the whole way back to his room, taken away from you yet again. He grabbed his phone and pulled up your contact photo. It always gave him pause when he saw you now, your face, make up or bare. The one he chose was you fresh out of the shower in your bathroom, soft, wet, supple skin. Little drops of water clung to your neck. You were smiling, no teeth, cheeks high and with a wink you snapped it just for him. This one was nowhere to be found on any of your socials and that made him feel a little better. You did like him, enjoy his company.

"Hey, are you busy?" He'd asked when you picked up right away, dogs barking in the background as you told Barkley to 'cool his jets!'.

Whatever that meant. You were dog sitting for a friend for a few days, you did that fairly often as you had a whole camera reel of you playing with him, laying around, posing. Barkley is very photogenic.

"Nope, just at the dog park, why? What's up?"

"Do you think I uh, maybe I could stop by. I need to talk to you about something."

"Oh? Yeah sure, I'll just uh, send you my location. We'll see you soon König! Say bye Barkley!"

To König's surprise the dog did in fact bark back.

You lived in a beautiful brownstone building close by, off street parking, lots of trees and a decorated stoop. The top step had a decent chunk missing on the left side. He turned off his bike, flipping open the visor as he looked for your apartment number on the buzzer. The door unlocked and up the stairs he went, second floor, third door in the middle. He only knocked once before you were there, opening the door and trying your hardest of keep Barkley from escaping.

"Sorry, he's kinda' wound up. Got himself a pretty good stick, he's very proud of himself."

König had to duck to get inside, like most places, door frames were not made for men the size of small houses. He took off his helmet and kept it tucked under his arm. Barkley, your two year old Doberman slid into the hallway, holding said stick in his mouth.

Barkley stopped short and tilted his head to the side, bright white teeth started to unfurl.

"Barkley, no. We like him, he's my special friend, okay?"

"Might be the mask." König chuckled, his heart beating a little bit faster, he carefully pulled it off and held it out to the pet. I'm her 'special' friend, he thought gleefully. He didn't even recognize what he'd just done until he looked up at you, blinking quietly, shocked.

"What?"

"You just… you just took off your mask." You sounded almost breathless, slowly pointing at him.

Oh no!

König went to quickly put it back on but in his haste and excitement Barkley snatched it with his teeth and ran into the living room.

"Get back here you silly thing!" You shouted and followed him, he could hear you tussling and trying to negotiate with Barkley while König freaked out in the kitchen. How could he have let this happen? What had gotten into him? Just exposed his face to civilian, a woman he was actually interested in? Oh this was bad, so vary bad. What if you thought he looked like a monster, turned off by his exterior? He'd never live with himself!

A little out of breath but smiling you popped in, joining him at the counter.

"Sorry about that, cutie. He's been in a playful mood all day." You were holding out the mask with one hand and covering your eyes, head turned to the side.

What did you call him?

He took it and hastily slipped it back on, righting it so he could actually see.

"Better?" You asked and took a little peek, making sure he had put the streaked cloth back on to his head.

"Much."

"I mean it though; you are a cutie. I mean, I knew you would be, but seeing your bare face, sheesh. Could've warned a girl, huh?" You lightheartedly sighed, fixed your shirt and bit bumped into his shoulder on purpose, resting your head there, looking up at him with those eyes, those lashes. He never wanted to kiss someone so much as he did right then.

"You actually… you think I'm cute?" He blushed something fierce, from the base of his neck, to the cartilage of his ears, he was burning up.

"Uh huh. Just like you think I'm cute."

"You… oh no, nein nein, you are… spectacular. I could write poetry about you! A muse. I don't know how this happened but, you came to me like a siren in the night, calling out to me to rest at your shore. Surely you might drown me, a risk I am willing to take. But instead you took pity on me, let me go after luring me into your clutches."

"Wow. That's uh, that's some high ass praise. I don't think anyone has ever been that excited about me before." You squeezed his arm, he could feel your pulse, the added warmth.

"Well they were all fools then."

"Yeah, I guess so." You stared at each other, not saying a word, just looking. Usually König couldn't stand eye contact, only to his superiors, had to give them recognition and attention of course. But this was the longest he'd looked at someone this long. It didn't feel as jittery as he was used to. Eyes flickering over each other, mapping out your face, the shape of your ears, the curve of your mouth. Which was soon turning into a smile.

"You said you had something to tell me."

"Oh! Right right, um, sorry. I know I just got back but, according to this morning I'll be MIA again."

It hurt to say it, to know he'd be gone from you once you two had hit it off so well, it stung when your face dropped and you looked away from him. It burned like hell when you pulled away.

"You just got here!"

"I know but what the captain says goes." König shrugged.

"Gimmie' his number."

"What?"

"Your captain! I oughta' give him a piece of my mind for this. I finally find a decent guy, we have crazy chemistry and he's just gonna' steal you away again? uh uh, not on my watch!"

Concern quickly left when you broke out in hysterics, doubling over with laughter, pushing his arm playfully. Clearly Barkley's energy was rubbing off on you!

"Don't worry König," you grinned. "I'll be here when you get back."

….

The three day recon had turned quickly sour and was now on its' 6th consecutive day. The target was being moved around at all hours of the day and once they thought they had gotten their man, they were a step and a half behind. Tedious work.

In the safehouse, face lit up by his phone screen he waited for those little dots to convert into text.

'I miss you, I hope you're being safe out there. Weather has been messy back home. Did you find an apartment you like yet? Not saying you have to but my building has a FOR RENT sign up!'

'Oh we would be so close'

'you mean neighbors :)'

The thought of living off base, not having to share a room with Simon any longer would be a real treat. Moving would be a breeze, he could always buy a pull out couch if he wanted. He didn't pack much and was not actually too sentimental, until recently that is.

You picked him up from the base, waiting patently by your car when he exited the helo, duffel over his shoulder in his gear. He smiled behind the hood at you waving to him wildly with both hands, as if he could ever miss your beaming face.

"Hiya cutie! Thought I'd surprise ya'. You look massive in uniform, damn!"

He maybe blushed a little as the rest of the company walked past. "I missed you terribly, my dear." König happily lifted you off your feet in an embrace. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"Me either. Have you got stuff to do here or do you wanna' come home with me?"

Home? With… you.

He swallowed, seeing Ghost give him a thumbs up as he walked by. The FOR RENT sign should have been flashing neon lights at him as he rode passenger, holding his things in his thick lap as you pulled in front. Second floor, third door from the middle; he remembered. He also took a mental note of the phone number to call if interested.

"I know you probably don't have--"

"One sec!"

You held up a finger and ran into your bedroom, you came back with a small container. You had taken the time, the care to make him a little treat. How thoughtful. You had remembered what soap he mentioned he liked, preferred body oil to lotion, too sticky. A fresh pair of shampoo and conditioners, face wash. You were taking care of him.

You smiled up at him, presenting it to him. "For you."

"For me? You did not have to do any of this." He said, noticing there were fresh washcloths and an exfoliating cloth.

"I know. I wanted to. You know if case you stay over sometimes."

"You um want me to sleep over? In your space?"

"When you're ready."

After using your shower, incredible water pressure he thought, he toweled off and decided to keep his face bare. Tossing the mask, along with his uniform into a pile on top of his duffel bag.

Something smelled delicious when he came around the corner, you had an apron on over your skirt and top, your legs looked amazing in those pantyhose. The thought of shredding them lingered in his brain hours later. The quick inhale of your breath when you saw his face again, the cute little grin, the way your mouth twitched. How you continued to call him cutie.

"You went through all this trouble, there must be something I can do." König sighed as you gathered up the plates.

"It's not a problem König, I enjoy cooking. It's my love language I guess." You said with a shrug, sure of yourself as you rinsed them off a bit before adding them to your dishwasher. If the apartment(s) for rent in your building were anything like this, he would have made the score of a lifetime! A gorgeous woman interested in him, doting on him, cooking for him, calling him cute… and to not deal with Simon.

He'd hit the lottery!

"If you want to do something in return," you sang, wiping off your hands and took his in yours. "You can snuggle me on the couch. Deal?"

Deal.

He'd thought about it for months, how he would hold you in his arms, craddle you there, play with your hair, the hem of your shirt. To smell you, to feel you. Touch you. He would be lying if he hadn't dreamt up a life with you. He was, after all, getting of that settling down phase of his life.

You had the plushiest of blankets draped over the back of your couch that you dragged over you two once you got comfortable. Leaning against his side, tucked beneath his armpit. He was greatful he had an extra set of clothes in that bag of his, because laying against his unifomr, 6 days of sweat and grim would inot be ideal.

He drummed his fingers over your shoulder, you are so warm, he thought, even more so when you laced your much smaller fingers with his.

"I'm not, I'm not as experienced as you might think." He said suddenly, before you got the chance to see him grimace.

"I know. You said I was your first date."

"Ja, you were. In fact, if you desired, you would be my first; everything."

He got a little nervous when you stayed quiet before turning your head up against his shoulder, touching his jaw. "Everything?"

"Well, I once held a girls' hand and she got grossed out because I got all clammy, she made me so nervous! I did not know what to do." König expressed.

"That's ok. You're fine."

"You mean, you're… you're not weirded out by that?"

"No way, cutie. If you want, we can take easy steps. Remember what I told you on our first date?" You smiled, what a wonderful smile, and patted his cheek, thumbing over the bone. "You are safe with me, I meant it then and I mean it now."

"What do you mean by easy steps?"

"Well, we can hold hands like this or we can kiss, we can make out, you can touch me if you want."

"Do you want me to? Touch you that is."

You snorted out a laugh and faced him on the couch, sad that your body heat was leaving him wanting more. Come back here hase!

"Not to be a little perv, but what I want you to do to me, is a lot more than just touching."

"Like what?"

"Ah, curiosity killed the cat you know? um, let's see." You pondered, tapping your chin before giving a full answer. "I want to kiss you, all over. And I mean all over, I want to learn your body, what you like what you don't like. Good and bad touches. I want to your hold your hand over my heart so you can feel how much I want you. I also want you to learn me as well, feel me, inside and out. Taste me."

God that sounded amazing. How he had wanted the same, had dreamt about it, had stroked his cock to it. Watching porn, situations he wanted to be in with you. All the positions he knew and maybe more than you knew, that you could teach him. Oh the possibilities!

But then…

"What if I'm not good at it?"

"That's what practice is for silly!" You bopped him on the nose.

"You mean this wouldn't be like a --"

"One time thing? Heavens no! König, I see you as my boyfriend. We're in a relationship."

A relationship. He's your boyfriend. You his lady. Jackpot indeed!

"Simon is definitely going to give me shit for that, first relationship and I'm almost 40!"

"There is no rush. People make such a big deal out of sex and relationships when its' really not that complicated. Either you do it or don't. You're either turned on by the idea or the intimacy, or you can go without. No two people are the same. Look, if you want like a routine or itinerary, I know you're used to that, I could come up with a game plan. Get you prepared."

"You would do that for me?"

"König, I would do anything for you."

….

Back on base he pulled up his tablet, excited, giddy with the potential of being intimate with you. He didn't even have time to jerk off, instead his mind was a cluster fuck of what you had in store for him. How exciting! You had quickly made a checklist of sorts, he was eager to punch each line, each owrd, each iactivity into his tablet.

Now this he could work with.

He even made time to call up your landlord, leaving a message after hours.

He was going to know your body like coordinates and that, for whatever reason, made sense and excited him even further. His pants getting a bit tight as he laid on his bed.

What Y/N enjoys (FOR YOUR EYES ONLY CUTIE ;p )

Hitting all the bases

The good, the bad, the absolutely NOT

You were thorough, giving just enough information as he logged it all in. Only hiding his evidence as if it were pornography when Simon popped into the room, unannounced, tossing him a stolen cinnamon roll. His favorite.

"Now are you sure? We don't have to do anything." Your voice was even as you two sat on your couch, he'd been excited when you suggested sitting in his lap. Eager to feel you against him, you sat across his large thighs, kicking and rubbing your feet against the cushions in anticicpation.

"I'm positive. Green." He nodded several times, holding on to your side. His fingers twitched when you lifted off the mask, you smiled and booped him on the end of his nose.

"Ready?"

"Here goes." König voiced, though it sounded more like he was talking to himself then to you.

He closed his eyes, tried not to squeeze them so tight, but dammit if this wasn't nerve wracking! He's a grown man, he's been to war, has seen carnage and gore. Has had a lot of it on his own hands, under his nails, stained clothing, broken bones. Scars, some self made, most of the others had been fought for. That, oh he could do that stuff in his sleep but this… being vulnerable, not in his repertoire.

He puckered up and you snickered. "What are you doing?"

His blue eyes opened in a panic. "What? I thought we were going to kiss."

"Well, yeah, we are but not like that. That's some Hollywood mumbo jumbo. A kiss needs to be felt out like, like this." You held his face in your hands, looking into his eyes softly, and tilted your head. With your eyes looking down at his mouth he felt your lips against his own, plump and warm. Ghosting them there before you shut your eyes and pressed your mouths together.

Oh, that's nice.

He breathed you in, fingers relaxing on your ribs as you started to move your mouth now, opening your lips a little wider, taking his top one solely into your mouth. You hummed and pressed your body against him before pulling back a few inches.

"See, like that. That's just a basic--"

König surged forward then, kissing you a little harder, taken aback but not unwarranted you met him kiss for kiss, smacking against one another. You made him jolt when you licked the seam of his lips, on instinct, and because it kind of tickled, but he let you in. Tasting him, his tongue seemed to know what to do as you made out. You pulled back once more, out of breath and smiling.

"You're a fast learner. Pretty damn good at it too, you're a natural."

You mused and kissed him one more time.

Learning the bases was pretty straightforward and simple.

First base, was already established. Second wasn't as trembling of a thought when you guided his hands when he faltered. You wore a dress this time, laid back on your bed, ankles crossed as he laid next to you, mapping out your body.

Your neck was soft under his calloused palm, your collar, he froze when all he wanted to do was hold your breast. You sat up enough on to your elbows for him to do so.

"Go on, give my girls' a good squeeze." You winked and smirked when he followed orders. They were soft and supple in his large hands, the noise you made urged him further, smoothing over your stomach, your thighs. God your thighs, he thought. How plush and how nice they would feel around his waist, around his head.

"That's it König, you're doing such a good-- oh!" You snapped your mouth shut when he covered your entire mound with his hand, feeling you pulse and twitch. He smiled and leaned down for a kiss.

"Color? Can I look?"

"Fuckin' green all the way. You can do more than look, hot stuff!"

Oh did he look. Eyes paying close attention to you pulling off your panties, tossing them off the edge of your bed, spreading your legs as he moved into a sniper position.

Not only did he look but he touched, moving your legs apart, smiling to himself that he could see a line of arousal leaking down your slit. iI did that! I did that! Your body pulsed around him, made him feel dizzy with need. Your pussy is so pretty, he thought.

Or at least he thought he only said to himself.

"Well thanks."

"Mind if I--"

"I told you green, cutie. She won't bite." Your chuckle disappeared into an inhale when he started to touch you, feel you, the whines you made were making the man rock hard, his skin was too tight and this was the best decision he'd made in a long fucking time.

You came around his fingers twice when you showed him what you liked, knuckle deep in your cunt, soothing your engorged bundle of nerves, he even snuck in a kiss or two. The way you showed him how to massage the sensitive skin around, how you liked to make a V with fingers, displaying the tender meat of your cunt.

"Oh baby that's it! That's it!"

….

"You're moving quite fast, König." Simon said on his last evening at the base, emptying the already sparse on-suite room. He had all of his belongings, except for a bed, in only 3 standard issue duffels.

"For the last time, Riley, I am moving into the same building as Y/N, not in with her."

"Still! You barely know the bird." Simon tried to reason, watching König move about the room, making sure he didn't leave anything of importance behind.

"I know enough Simon, enough to get me out of this linen closest next to your snoring ass."

"It's not that bad!"

"Simon; these walls are cement, why can I hear you breathing? Got yourself a real problem. Should get that checked out asap."

Ghost rolled his eyes and König chuckled. "Just so you know I am taking over your room as soon as you leave base. More room for me then! No take backs' either!"

"Have it big man, I'll see you around."

You weren't just some woman he just met, not a toy like Johnny liked to call his little bunk bunnies. You were his girlfriend, still a shocker to say it out loud. König has a little lady of his own.

The move in was easy, he'd ordered a new bed online. He slept at your place until it came, as a housewarming gift, you got him his first candle of the season and silk pillowcases that you absolutely swore by.

You two tested it out, bouncing on it after an impromptu pillow fight that landed you in his lap. His eyes never left yours as you tossed one of the pillows away, sitting on him.

"Is this okay?" You asked and must've seen the twitch on his faintly scarred bottom lip.

"You're perfect." His breath came out lighter than usually, had more of soft ring to it.

Your pretty face lit up, practically glowing before leaning down to kiss him. Gently, touching his face, over his arms, his hands finding purchase on your hips. He breathed you in, molding himself to you.

"Open your mouth baby."

He groaned and listened, the feeling of your tongue slipping into his mouth. Tangling together, the noises you made were fantastic, rolling your hips against his. One hand moved up under your shirt, feeling your back, you wiggled further into him.

Baby still sounded so foreign, he had never been one to be made to feel small. Hell, he was 5'11 in the fifth grade! But the way you sighed it or moaned it, he did feel softer. Lighter.

König boldly sat up, holding you close and pulled back, looking over your spit slicked lips. "Take off your clothes." Even bolder still, he held your eye contact. Your left eye twitched.

"Are you sure?"

It was his turn to cup your face, tilting his head, brushing his lips over yours. "Ja, I want to. I want to do this with you."

"Color system?"

"Ja, sounds good to me."

Like a sly fox, you backed your way out of his lap, standing between his legs. He watched you undress, peeling down your leggings one at a time. A glimpse of your lace red underwear. You then peeled your top off. Oh dear, it was a matching set! König licked his lips, his heart going to battle with his ribcage as you grinned and climbed back into his lap. His favorite shade.

"It's your lucky night baby. I just picked these out last night."

"You planned to show me these ? How did you know I would be ready?"

"I didn't!" He watched your heaving chest, breasts so close to his face he could smell your sweat and perfume, intoxicating him further. "I just knew I wanted to buy it to wear for you."

"You are going to be the death of me. You look like a dream."

"I'm a real vision, huh?" You chuckled and kissed him again.

He couldn't believe this was finally happening, you took your time. Letting him slide down the straps of your new bra, mouthing over your neck and collar. You huffed out a breath and unclasped it, peeling it away to expose your upper half.

"You alright?" You asked, he went deaf for a moment looking at your tits, right in front of his face. He blinked blearily up at you, hands on his shoulders.

"Again, my dear, you are perfect." He cupped them, urged on by your hands over his own, giving them a squeeze. You inhaled his name when he leaned forward, taking an already pebbled nipple into his mouth. Lapping at the taste of you, your hands in his hair as he tasted your skin. He treated the other same, indulging as he went on.

"Green?" He asked and you nodded.

He rolled you onto your back, his pants were getting uncomfortable and he soon felt overly dressed. His room was bare, save for the new bed and sheets, a sturdy nightstand and his belongings still mostly in those duffels but it felt right. To have you here, reaching out for him once he was out of his pants.

Your legs opened for him, fitting himself in between there, rocking side to side to fit.

"Condoms?"

"I have some in the nightstand." König reached over you, fumbled around for a bit until he grabbed the unopened box.

"This should be plenty."

You rolled your head over to see a larger than expected box, giggling beneath him. "You planning on a marathon there, tiger? Goodness!"

"Well I wanted to be prepared! Is that so wrong?"

"No, cutie. I'm just givin' you shit is all," you brushed back his hair, looking at him so sweetly, moving your hips just so, the lace of your underwear felt disgustingly good against the crotch of his boxers. "Do you want me to suck you off first?"

He went rigid, the thought of your beautiful mouth on his dick, laced with spit and pre-cum, slipping in and out of your mouth… he was grateful in that moment that he had decided to jerk off in the shower that morning. Can't be running around with you with a loaded gun.

"Maybe after." König sucked in a breath when you slipped a hand between your bodies, groping over his groin, rock fucking hard for you. "I'm so ready for you I think I might bust from that alone."

"What an ego boost." You breathed out, low and full of lust. He'd never heard you sound like that and it was because of him. Because he made you feel that way, desire licked behind your eyes and you bit your lip. "You are so hard right now!"

"I'm always hard for you." König admitted, kissing you, enjoying your hands in his hair, tugging lightly at his scalp. He hoped you would do it a little harder once he was finally inside you.

With a grin you dug your nails into his shoulder, "Whenever you're ready, tiger. I'm all yours."

König eagerly rubbed you through your panties, wetness forming on the pads of his fingers, circling your clit like you had taught him a few weeks ago. He moved them aside as you kissed, gasping into your mouth when you moved a bit, his weight on you welcomed with wide and open arms.

You tugged at his shirt. "Take this off, baby. Wanna' see you."

"Uh it's a little iffy under there." König hung his head against your own.

"Baby," you crooned rubbing your thumbs over his chin. "I want all of you. You're safe with me, remember?"

"There's just a lot goin' on under this shirt." His laugh held little to no humor, scars of old, past battles.

"Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, my dear. I just… only my company has seen me shirtless. Their used to what messes can be made in combat."

"Well," you started. "It's up to you, but I'm telling you right now, I will love all of your stripes. No matter where they came from."

König couldn't kiss you harder or fast enough, fucking his tongue into your mouth would soon become a favored past time, he thought. You whined against him, wrapping your hands around his thick forearms. He gave your pussy a few taps, mewling into his wanting mouth.

He pulled down your panties, your little feet kicking them away so you lay naked beneath him, panting and begging for him. Pleading. He leaned heavy to one side, shimming out of his boxers, tore open and rolled the condom on like he'd practiced. He panted above you, blue eyes taking in your pretty face, fuck you were pretty. And his lady. And next thing he knew he was grabbing at the back of his t-shirt, yanked it off his head.

"You want all of me, ja?"

"Yes baby, every inch."

He groaned at that and like so many videos he's watched in his lifetime, been told tall tales, Soap's escapades, Simons' late nights, Horangi's notch list, Prices' black book, he lined himself up with your leaking entrance.

"Green?" He dare ask.

You answered with a smile and a nod.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the first plunge, he took time to let you adjust to his size. He knew he was thick, didn't want to hurt you at all. God forbid. You whined and looked down at where he was ever so carefully inching inside you, your pussy so warm and tight and he thanked fuck again that he had gotten one off before this. This was incredible, being inside you, becoming one, jointed together.

"Oh baby, yes!" You keened, lifting your legs to rest at his ribs, knees digging into the bones.

"Oh fuck you feel…this is… holy shit ja. Fuck this is good, so so good."

König had to adjust himself several times, listening to your body, watching your expressions, your words. The way you arched into his touch, his hands groping over you thighs, kissing your neck, beginning to thrust, lightly, into you. He still took his time but fucks sake, he'd never felt this good in his life.

"Fuck yes, ho-how do you feel baby?" You asked, rubbing his arms that caged you in, locking fingers together as you moved with him.

"I feel like I could fight god."

"And win-- oh hah fuck, oh whatever you're doing keep doing that!"

Your laugh turned into a cry out, you raised your head again watching him pump himself inside you, stroke after stroke you took his thick cock like a champ. You moved one hand down and started rubbing your clit, matching moan for moan with you, the sounds of your sex pounded in both of your ears. He grunted your name, holding the crown of your skull, hissed through his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut as you came with a shout.

"You're so pretty so fucking pretty, my dear."

"Oh my god you feel so good, I want you. I want you so badly."

"You 'ave me, all of me."

Your hands on his skin, touching his scars, vulnerable but willing. Giving and taking, his throbbing cock was driving you mad. You whimpered, tossing your head from side to side, biting your fingers when he pulled out, smearing your mixed arousal over your cunt. He even tapped it a few times before slipping back in with a low groan.

"Ohhh tiger, fuck this is good. Should've done this sooner."

"You sound so pretty too, Oh fuck-- can you, can you pull my hair a little."

A fucked out grin greeted him in between kisses, grabbing up at his reddish hair.

You licked your lips, his chin, your free hand reaching up and wrapping around his throat was so nice, he actually whined.

"Oh baby, you are fucking me so good. You were made for me, huh? Huh, tiger? Hollowing me out, making room for you inside my pussy? I am so wet I can hear it. Can you hear how good you're making me feel? Oh my god."

"Oh fuck!"

You were right, the squelching, the slap of skin on skin, how desperate you two were for one another was downright perverse. He could feel you pulsing, pulling him in like the tide. You fucked your tongue into his mouth, praising him, calling him good, telling him how you felt, what you needed a little bit more of. Yanking his hair, scraping over his back.

"Again! Oh god König, make me cum again! Fuck yeah."

And he did. He pulled out and spat on his own cock before bullying it right back into you, he knocked your hand away and used the techniques you'd shown him to assault your clit. He was mesmerized by you body, writhing and rolling for him, grabbing his head at one point to stare into his eyes.

Another condom spent, you on top of him, rocking down onto him, holding on to his shoulders. When you threw your head back he latched on to your breast, holding the other, toying with your nipple. You grabbed his hair again, almost forcing him to keep going as you cried out in pleasure.

"Well baby, how do you feel?" You asked after the third round, laying on your side, out of breath, your eyes blown out, body radiating from adrenaline.

"Incredible," König faced you, head lulling over on the divine silk pillow case. He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. "I think I am falling in love with you."

You hiccupped a sort of laugh, he felt a little cheesy saying until you patted his face.

"Oh baby, I'm already there."

"You love me?"

"Mhmm."

König was over the fucking moon, moving too quickly he kissed you.

"Ich liebe dich."

"I love you too."

Without discussion he got up and grabbed another condom. "One more round couldn't hurt."

You laughed your way into his arms, rolling his weight on top of you once more.

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