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[0xstarzx0]

Don’t write it it stinks of toxic love

[PART3]

synopsis: Rafe presents an offer to Y/N that's more than tempting.

[English is not my native language❗️❗️] TW: insult, sex mentions, stalking, weed, alcohol, Racism .

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Y/N 

The week had passed so quickly that you hadn't been able to forget the conversation you had with Rafe.

Nate wasn't mean, he was clingy and somewhat annoying, but it didn't bother you too much.

"Y/N, are you listening to me?" Your roommate Lana looks at you exasperated. "No, I mean yes, sorry, I was lost in thought."

She sighs and throws herself onto your bed. Crossing her arms on your chest, you look at her. Lana is a pretty girl, she had passed the cheerleading squad exam and was quite pleasant. She doesn't leave her clothes lying around, so for you everything is fine.

"Are you going to the party tonight?" she asks, sitting down. You snort and start drawing again. "Hell nah." Lana stands up and sits next to you.

"Why? It'll be an awesome party! Alcohol everywhere, weed, and music blasting!" She laughs.

You give her a desperate look.

You hate parties, hate is a weak word for what you feel.

Your first and only party went so bad that you've never been to one again.

"Parties aren't my thing." You shrug. Lana sighs and forces you to turn towards her.

"Yeah, cheerleading isn't your thing either, dancing isn't either, football isn't either, and you hate alcohol!" She says, shocked. You laugh "What's wrong with that?"

"Everything!" she says, throwing herself back in her chair.

You start drawing again. "I'll pay you if you come." Lana says, looking at your drawing. You put down your pencil and sink into your chair.

"Shit, are you that desperate?" you ask with a laugh.

"I'll pay you a hundred dollars if you stay the entire night." "One hundred and fifty and I'll stay for three hours." The blonde laughs bitterly.

"The party starts at eight and ends at six in the morning sweetheart." You grimace, stay until eleven o'clock at night? No thank you.

"Alright. I'll pay for all your art supplies for a month. It's been two years since you've had the same ones, you should change them."

The offer is tantalizing, your mother couldn't buy them for you. When your father decided to do his come out and kicked you and your mother and brother out. You ended up living in a shelter. Therefore, buying art supplies wasn't really your mom's top priority.

You bite the inside of your cheek. Lana smiles and bounces around. "Get dressed, we leave in less than an hour!" She cries out as she exits the room.

You sigh and go to get some clothes from your wardrobe.

✯

After ten minutes of searching for clothes, you had decided to wear a leopard print long skirt with a black top. Your hair was slicked back into a low bun with baby's hairs.

You and Lana were sitting in the backseat of the cheerleading captain's car.

They were all singing "Toxic" by Britney Spears.

God, these girls sing so badly. How much more comfortable you'd be in your room writing cheesy romance stories while listening to rb&nb instead of being here, having to listen to privileged daddy's girls sing horribly.

You look out the window when you feel your phone vibrate on your thighs. You look at and see a notification from Nate.

"Are you coming to the party or am I coming to spend the evening with you?"

You sigh and think about a response, saying yes would be an invitation for him to come spend the evening with you, and saying no would mean "Come to the house." At least for Nate

"Sick, bed, throwing up, alone."

You type these four words and send them to him. You are interested in Nate, but not in the same way he is interested in you

It would be a lie to say you didn't feel guilty. But what could you do about it?

The queen bee of the cheerleaders stops in front of a huge house, its lights of all colors and students more or less drugged out.

You get out of the car and Lana takes your arm. "We're going to take a drink to celebrate!" She says, trying to drag you into the house. You frown and shake your head.

"I don't drink." Lana looks at you pleadingly. "She's so lame. Would you rather have a bucket of fried chicken?" Said the captain.

You give her a crooked look and frown. "What this bi-" Lana nervous laughs and puts her hand over my mouth. "Klhoe that's a little racist."

Klhoe rolls her eyes. "You can't say anything anymore." She goes off, rolling her ass. Ass that don't exist.

Lana removes her hand from your mouth. "Slightly?! For you, saying that to a black person is only slightly racist?" You shout, Lana signs for you to lower your tone. "You shouldn't be mad at me, you should be mad at her!"

You breathe loudly and enter the house, needing a drink.

NATE

Nate inhales the smoke from his mouth, putting his phone in his pocket. "Yo dude, why are you making that face?" asks Vincent, Nate's new "best" friend.

Nate sighs and takes a hit on the joint before passing it to him. "Y/N-" "Again her?!" interrupts Vincent.

Nate glares at Vincent. "Yeah, man, I swear she's not like the other dumb ones who are only worried about their bags! She's educated, beautiful, and God, have you seen her in a bikini?!"

Vincent laughs and passes the joint to his teammate. "Tell me?" Vince asks. Nate settles comfortably on the couch. Just the thought makes him hard.

"Her tits overflow, limit they say hello and her ass fuck! all moves every time she takes a step. I remember when I saw her, I wanted to take her doggy style. Hmm yeah." Nate leans down on the table to get a line. "She’s got such a big ass that the bikini doesn’t hide anything."

Vincent laughs before doing a line himself. "You sharing?"

"Dude, I'm planning on making her the mother of my kids, shithead." Nate isn't lying, he really means it.

If it didn't work out with Maddy, there's no way it's not going to work out with you, and that, Nate is convinced of.

RAFE

Rafe listens without interest to a girl telling him her life story. She has a pipe mouth but that's about it.

She is not at all the type for Rafe, Rafe likes to show off his wealth and life, but when others do it, it's not interesting.

The girl whispers some enticingly sweet proposals to Rafe.

Shit, she really wants to get fucked.

She pushes against Rafe's pants. "Join me in Connor's bedroom in five minutes." She nibbles on his ear and leaves.

Rafe smiles. She was clearly pathetic but still pleased to know that she will wait for him with her legs open.

The kook weaves through the people to create a path to get to the kitchen.

Rafe arrives in the kitchen and heads towards the fridge when he sees a girl talking to another. "Come on, it won’t hurt you! It’s just vodka!" says a small blonde. "Fuck you Lana." Says her friend, closing the fridge.

His eyes widened, if having dirty thoughts just by seeing you was a crime then hell, he would be sentenced for life.

Rafe didn't particularly like you, but he was still quite interested in you to put you in his bed. But one of the reasons why Rafe was really, really interested, was because Nate love you.

He moves behind you, his hot breath on your neck instantly awakens your senses. "Boo"

You turn around, ready to hit the perv behind you but Rafe catches your hand before you can. "Hey...? What's your name again?"

You sigh and glare at Rafe. "My arm, dumbass." Rafe looks at you annoyed.

He's so tempted to insult you, but if he does, he won’t be able to use you as a weapon against Nate.

He sighs and lets go of your arm. "You came."

You massage your wrist. "Not for you." Rafe nods and casts a glance at your friend, Lana?

He doesn't know, but she's as red as a tomato. "Do you mind if we have a few minutes?" Rafe says to the blonde.

Lana nods and leaves, despite you telling her to stay.

"So, what do we do?" asks Rafe as he looks at you. "We?"You ask, frowning.

"Listen, uh-," you cut him off. "Y/N" you answer coldly. Rafe shrugs like he's saying, "I already knew."

You roll your eyes and start to leave. "Hey wait!" Rafe follows you. "You don’t want to get sucked by a girl who wants to?"

Rafe steps in front of you. "Listen Y/N, I really need your help to calm down this bastard Jacobs. He hasn’t stopped sending you messages, right?" You don’t answer and cross your arms.

You have several times seen your panties disappear or even felt observed. It could have been a weird guy, then one day you found your panties in Nate's bedroom.

Even if you don’t want to believe it, he could be the weirdo who is stalking you.

"What do you want from me?" You cross your arms over your chest.

"I just want you to spend the evening acting like something is going on between us. Nate will see us and-"

"Nate is here?!" you blurt out, looking around. If he sees you, he won’t leave you alone. "Stop panicking, he won’t see you, he's upstairs getting high."

You calm down and look at him. "People will talk, they'll see you with me and bam, not only will your popularity increase-" "I don’t care about that." Rafe gives you a mean look. "Shut up, everyone wants to be popular."

"Y/N I really need you. Do I have to pay you to get you to agree?"You look down at the ground. "Nate better leave me alone." Rafe smiles, "I knew you weren’t a slut."

You roll your eyes and start to walk away. Rafe follows, putting his hand in the dip of your back. "Take your fucking hand off me." Rafe takes a hurt look. "You gotta be realistic honey." A guy from the football team comes to high-five Rafe. "Yo man, I’d like to introduce 

Y/N." The guy looks you up and down.

Instinctively, you press yourself against Rafe.

Something in his look worries you. Rafe notices and leads you away. "Avoid him, he has the nasty habit of slipping stuff into girls' drinks." You freeze.

"And if he decides to spike my drink?!" Rafe shrugs, "I’ll defend you."

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PART4

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[blackfemdoll]

pervert!bsf!satoru x black!fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

nsfw, satoru is a pervert, reader is oblivious, she/her pronouns & reader has a pussy. reader is black. she’s always black. xoxo

maybe it’s strange, but satoru can’t help himself.

he knows his best friend runs a depop shop where she sells her old things — a lot of college girls seem to have the same idea. it gives them a little more income. and he doesn’t blame them, college is expensive out the ass.

his friend usually sells things that are considered coquette, but in general, it’s ‘girly’ shit. lace, rosettes, babydoll dresses, leopard prints, cute little pajama shorts — hyper-feminine pieces, which mirrored her personal hyper-feminine aesthetic. so cute! but not his size and definitely not his style.

so why would satoru, a grown man who absolutely can’t fit her clothes and has no interest in wearing them, be adding one of her listings to his depop bag?

it’s quite simple: in all honesty, he wants to stroke his dick with one of her little vintage victoria’s secret slips.

he imagines her wearing it: her dark nipples through the sheer lace fabric, her sweet pussy peeking from beneath the skirt of the babydoll slip, the rosy-pink color of the lingerie popping against her cinnamon-like complexion. he imagines he would lift the dress, slide the matching thong to the side, and eat her pussy as he stroked himself. maybe he’d reach his free hand up to twist her nipple in his fingers until she cums so hard, she goes blind.

his dick twitches at the mere thought of it. just knowing this slip was once draped over her body… he wastes no time clicking “buy.”

meanwhile, on ꒰ა♡໒꒱’s end, all she sees is that this one customer bought yet another one of her listings.

“damn,” she says to herself seeing that they had purchased a total of thirteen things from her. “this bitch finna steal my whole damn closet.”

oh girl… you have nooo idea…

👼🏾 — random post so i can pretend i don’t have a long ass fic in my google docs that i wanted to finish today but don’t got the energy to. ty for reading!! x

[pcrushinnerd]

Headcanons: Your Daughter Dressing Up As A Clown for Halloween

Summary: You and Arthur dress up your girl as a clown for Halloween upon her request.

A/N: Arthur and his fans could use some fluff about now, and this idea popped into my head a few days ago.

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Yours and Arthur’s daughter is as cute as a button.

Each of you says she has the best features of the other.

But mostly, she just naturally has a bubbly personality. She's the ray of sunshine that chases away the dark clouds for you and especially Arthur.

She saw things with a child’s wonder and awe, especially the holidays.

LOVES Halloween. Before she’s even old enough to comprehend fully what it is.

Her first costume of sorts is a cat, her first Halloween of her young life. Which mostly consisted of a leopard print onesie and whiskers drawn on by Arthur with one of your eyebrow pencils.

Thereafter, you both let her “choose” her own costume for several years by showing her different pictures or buying whatever costume she eventually pointed to at the store, to whatever had struck her fancy that particular year.

Her choices had largely been pretty standard: ghost, witch, pumpkin, ninja, princess.

Around age six or seven, she had spied Arthur in full clown mode one day, and she was instantly enamored.

"I want to be a clown this year!"

Arthur nearly fainted, he was so over the moon at that response to your yearly costume query.

You had asked earlier that year, because you had a funny feeling she was looking to do something more elaborate, from how closely she would look through your sewing patterns and craft supplies around that time. So the three of you had time to put together something good.

Arthur sat her down one day shortly after with a bunch of crayons and colored pencils so she could start to design what she wanted. He had his own input on things--mostly the finer details of traditional and newer clown costumes, the why behind things, aesthetic choices, etc., that you could tell he himself studied up on at some point, but he offered them as helpful tips and suggestions, and made encouraging comments on whatever your daughter dreamed up.

Finally, they unveiled the final design to you one day after you got home from work. 'Ta Da!!!' your little girl announced as she held up her drawing.

You slipped off your hat as you took it in hand. "Aww, baby, I'm so proud of you! Let's see what we got." You were surprised at how many frills it had in its skirt, and unfortunately you had to say no to the high heels she'd drawn (Arthur had also scribbled something about that), but you informed her that you should be able to make it work.

And so you dusted off your sewing machine. You preferred working with your hands, but you knew the machine would be quicker and the end result with it would likely look better. So after a bit of struggling to get the bobbin to work, you took your girl and Arthur with you to your favorite hole in the wall craft store nearby.

All sorts of pastel colored fabric samples were purchased, along with bows and bells and some fake flowers. It was a bit of a splurge for the two of you, but both of you did have a hard time saying no her.

It took you about two weeks, but you managed to put together a dress with a full, frilly skirt made of the colorful and sometimes glittery or shiny fabrics bought, as well as a matching headband.

Arthur had managed to find a smaller clown horn with a pink bulb to match for your daughter's costume. Mostly, his contribution came in doing her make-up the day of. Each time he added a circle or triangle, he let her review his handiwork in the mirror and, with her approval, continued on.

Her final look wasn't too different from what Arthur would wear--just a bit neater and cuter.

"Daddy, won't you dress up too?"

Arthur was a bit hesitant at that, but he couldn't bring himself to say no to her. "Of course Darling."

You couldn't help but smile broadly when you saw Carnival enter the room, holding your girl in his arms.

The two of you also splurged a bit to have a car take you to the nicer suburbs west of the city for actual trick or treating. Besides a handful of nice neighbors in your building...you generally don't trust the people in your own neighborhood enough to go knocking on their doors.

Your daughter gets a lot of compliments on her outfit, and Arthur gets quite a few as well.

A few of the people passing out candy give you a curious look--as you were the only one dressed normally in your little family.

You would quip that you were ‘the driver’ or ‘the assistant’ or the like.

Your daughter managed to snag quite the candy haul that night. After both of you carefully examine them, you let her have a few pieces on the car ride back.

Yet despite the sugar, your girl is asleep on her Daddy's shoulder when you arrive back home, she's that tuckered out.

You and Arthur stay up for a bit, after he's de-clowned, to watch a classic horror movie or two and try to avoid eating your girl's candy stash. You mostly succeed.

[melodymunson]

Baron Lamram (Marmalade) x fem!reader blurb

Baron Lamram was the perfect Southern gentleman. The best part about him was that he was yours. There was never a dull day with him around. Having him in your life and his mama Eda who considered you to be a daughter to her meant so much to you. Baron loved that his mama supported his relationship with you. It all started when you were traveling cross-country on a road trip. Once you ended up in the South little did you know your life would change forever. In the park, you were sunbathing and that's when you met Baron by the lake. Not only was he respectable but he had the most adorable lopsided smile. You introduced yourselves to each other and it was all uphill from there. Soon you started dating and he would take you out on the cutest dates imaginable. The best dates were simple and fun like going on a picnic, swimming at the lake, the diner and ice cream parlor, and the local carnival. You were his first lover and first real official relationship. He gifted you matching promise rings once you were dating for a year. His home was now your home too. Baron loved vanilla ice cream cones and would get them every time you went to the ice cream shop together so you did too. It was simple but delicious.

Soon after you had a pregnancy test taken and it was unfortunately a false positive. Baron and you both wanted to be parents. Then the robberies started because Mama Eda was sick and working at the local supermarket together with Baron wasn't enough to make ends meet. Baron's mama meant a great deal to you and she appreciated all your help around the house with cooking, buying groceries, cleaning, helping the household with your job co-working with Baron, and tending to her by her bedside. One day out antique shopping you had the best idea- to buy masks. They were unique and had 3 distinct faces. Soon you and Baron mapped out and planned your first bank heist. The day came and you were incognito with the best disguises. Baron had confided in you he wanted to also dress as a woman but in drag. It was hot and sexy and it turned you on so much that you decided to make passionate love. Lady Baron had the prettiest makeup and the nicest jewelry. The black lacy Madonna-like gloves and fire-engine red lipstick truly completed the look. Lady Baron loved to get pegged and she loved to dress in your clothes completing her look with scarves. The blouse/skirt combination. The dresses she wore were gorgeous and some of them were silky. Your favorite outfits of hers were the black and red dresses, as well as animal print, especially leopard and zebra.

On the day of the robbery, you were the getaway driver and he went in gun in tow and held them up. Before the bank robbery, you wished Baron good luck and kissed him deeply and passionately as if it could be the last time he would ever kiss you. Coming back to the car with the money and goods like expensive watches and jewelry, you and Baron got away. After a few more robberies he was arrested and you made your getaway. He convinced the police it was all on him. In prison, you visited him and had the best conjugal visits with wild and crazy back-scratching sex. Soon you worked as a guard and helped him to escape prison. On the run now you had to get even better disguises and he changed his look by cutting his hair short and going a bit incognito. Lady Baron still made a presence though as you were dressed as a man and Ms. Lady Baron drove the getaway car evading officers. Driving far away from his hometown to visit his mom who was sick in hospice and bringing her the pills was the most important task. The money you had stolen counted up close to a million and with that money you bought a better and nicer car that was a sleek red Corvette. You eventually got matching tattoos of flaming hearts. Soon you got married at a little ceremony with Mama Eda and an ordained wedding officiant. The honeymoon was in Brooklyn, New York City, and Niagara Falls NY was the best part of it. When the time was right you got a puppy together she was a pomeranian from animal control. You named her Spike. Spike didn't like many people except for you, Baron, and Mama Eda. For the longest time, you tried hard for a baby and soon you were pregnant with a beautiful baby girl. You named her Eda. Less than 2 years later you had a boy then another girl. You named the kids Bonnie and Clyde. Thanks to the best doctors and medicine, Mama Eda got the best treatment and recovered gradually. Now living out in the country you had a farm with horses, ducks, goats, and cows. It was a nice farming life and you loved Baron more than anything else. The feeling was mutual.

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[unknownperson246]

Headcannons for motley when it’s time for relationship anniversary

Motley Crue Head Canons: Relationship anniversary

no warnings

Tommy Lee: Tommy would shower you with gifts like all diamonds and gold. HE WOULD BUY YOU ALL SORTS OF COLORS BECAUSE HE CANT CHOOSE JUST ONE. He would get you your favorite food. HE WOULD COMPLIMENT YOU 24/7. He would tell you that your glowing and that you look beautiful. He would even buy you an outfit that is similar to one of his so you both could match it for a photo shoot you guys are doing later that day. He would bring your favorite dessert and share it with you. Later that night he would have a surprise for you outside in the back yard. YOU WOULD GET HIM A SURPRISE THE NEXT MORNING. During your anniversary you would bring him a bunch of drum sets as a gift. YOU WOULD BUY HIM LEOPARD-PRINTED DRUMSTICKS.

Mick Mars: To be honest he would not get why its a big deal and he would pretend that he doesn't care but later on in the day, he would surprise you with a bracelet and necklace that says both of your guys’s names. His name is on a pendant with a guitar and your name is on a high heel pendant. He would make you your favorite dinner at home.

Nikki Sixx: He would get you ready in nice clothes and he would blindfold you to your favorite restaurant and he would give you a beautiful necklace. After you finish enjoying your dinner he would surprise you with your own convertible. The bed you guys share has adorable flowers on them. He buys you a bracelet and proposes to you that night with a ring.

Vince Neil: He would not remember but as soon as you remind him he would quickly get up and go get things from the store so he could cook you a steak. HE WOULD BUY YOU 20 dresses and he would get you a pet dog. He would buy you tons of flowers. He would get you white roses and red roses. He would buy you a cute ring that has your and his name on the inside. On the outside it says “To Y/N from Vince”.

[sugarcandydoll]

hi dolly I'm trying to enter my girly era and you clearly know a lot about it based on your aesthetic and stuff! I was wondering if you could give me some advice or tips on being more girly and hyper feminine?🩷

aww aww angel im so flattered omgg ♡🎀 but don't think im the perfect example of a girly girl cause im so messy n emotional n disorganized :(♡ but i do love pinky n glam fashion n aesthetics hehe so i can totally share some tips on that ♡👛 also pls pls remember there is no right way to be a girly girl ♡💞 those are just tips n advice from my own experience abt what makes me feel girly n happy hehe ♡👼🏼

🎀 Fashion

browse outfits on pinterest n make moodboards to find ur style hehe ♡ shein is also amazing for finding cute girly pieces for cheap!! i usually shop my pinky n barbiecore outfits from shein!! ♡ if u want inspo here is a link to my pinterest fashion board ♡ i love wearing crop tops, matching sets, cute dresses n skirts, white tights w heart patterns ♡ for my comfy n lazy day i go along with pink graphic sweatshirt w cute print on it like bambi or disney princess hehehe ♡ also get cute lingerie n pjs it's gonna make u feel like a lil princess ♡

🎀 Makeup

if ur into makeup, play with different look n choose whatever makes u feel the prettiest! ♡ my personal fav makeup look is a full face of makeup with frosty pink eyeshadow ♡ lots of white highlight on inner corners of eyes n nose tip ♡ black winged eyeliner ♡ white eyeliner on waterline ♡ cat eye faux lashes ♡ lots of blush, n too faced lip plumping gloss along with pinky lipstick hehe ♡ i also sometimes wear brown circle lenses to give that dolly look to my eyes ♡

🎀 Hair

pls pls take care of ur hair (it's smth i need to get better at cause i fried my hair w bleach) my fav hair care tip is too deep oil it w coconut oil ♡ choose a shampoo & conditioner that smells good n works for u ♡ if ur into dyeing ur hair play w colors hehe ♡ i personally loved a reddish brown and then later a light blonde on me ♡👸🏼💕 but now wanna switch things up cause blonde maintainance is getting too expensive n i feel bad wasting soo much of my dad's money on my hair :( so i might get back to like a caramel brown hehe ♡ i also love curling my hair n putting hair extensions n cute girly accessories like bows n pink barretes n huge pink scrunchies ♡

🎀 Nails

get ur nails n toes done often hehe ♡💅🏼 i love the whole salon experience of mani/pedi but since i don't work anymore n live w my parents i wanna be more frugal :(♡ so press ons are my bffs hehehe n i love putting press ons on my toes too hehe ♡ u can find a lot of cute press on nails on amazon n etsy ♡ i usually go for pink medium length nails either plain or w a cute pattern n rhinestones ♡ i sometimes love going with colors like red, baby blue, purple, n a leopard pattern too hehe ♡ my fav nail shape is coffin or stiletto ♡ but go along with whatever makes ur hands look pretty ♡🫶🏼💗

🎀 Accessories

get cute jewelery n accessories hehehe ♡🧁 i usually buy my cutesy pink jewelry from shein ♡ n i love carrying pink bags n purses ♡ my fav for school is definitely my victoria's secret's carry all pink tote hehehe ♡ i also love wearing rings n toe rings n anklets w little bells on it to jingle when i walk hehe ♡ also also i love getting a necklace w my fav fictional character's initial on it oops ♡ i also love wearing cute pink hair accessories like bows n barrettes n huge pink scrunchie ♡ or if i want my hair up i use a huge pink claw clip ♡

🎀 Smelling Good

perfumes n bodymists are the best hehehe ♡ explore different scents at shops n figure out what u like best!! ♡ my current favs are strawberry snowflakes by bbw & pure seduction shimmer mist by victoria's secret, & tease sugar fleur by victoria's secret ♡ usually go w super super sweet or fruity scents but u don't have to angel ♡🍰 florals n fresh scents are sooo cute too just go along w whatever feels the most you n the best in ur opinion hehe ♡

[strawberrystepmom]

why did i just buy two leopard print dresses and not even realize it until after i checked out.....okay miss kitty cat....

[femmesandhoney]

Went shopping today and the clothes advertised to little girls is disgusting.

Crop tops, shorts that end at the crotch, holes in the sides, arms cut out. For 5-6 year olds. My god.

And colours? Pink, cream, light pink, dark pink, purple, blue (as an accent or if it’s Elsa themed). Princesses, leopard print, frills.

And the boys actually have things that would fit. Their colour scheme is still green, blue, brown and white but the difference in themes or styles is clear.

Even socks! Small and frilly! The pants (underwear)! Pink and frilly!

I’m so angry! Who in their right minds designs these for little girls? Who in their right mind agrees to sell them? Who in their right mind buys them? I know my sister would never dress my niece in these things but the amount of woman that would because it’s ’trendy’ or ‘expected’ or they just have no other options is mad.

Its because people just shop and do not think about these choices too much in their daily lives. Their daughter needs a new back to school outfit, they hit up the girls section in target because that's just what you do. Their entire life their parents did the same for them, its a simple expectation and socialization rule. You may feel odd the first time you step into the boys/mens sections to shop for your kid or yourself and not really understand why, but the "why" is literally just because you're going against the little rule formed in the back of your mind that females must dress from the "feminine" sections and you're lowkey breaking social norms, which always feels weird. And most people don't think too hard while shopping for this stuff, they just know what the rules are and how not to feel like they're breaking social norms for themselves or their kids.

I do think girls and preteen clothing has gotten worse than it used to be though, if you'd compare like style mags for preteens in the early 2000s compared to, idk, tik tok style vids targeted at the same age group im sure its just as alarming the differences. Girls wanna follow the trends much more than adult women, they wanna mirror what their big sisters are wearing and the popular faces on their screens, and it should be up to the adults around them to help scale them back from too inappropriate choices but many parents do not care and will buy that stuff willingly. The way it affects younger and younger kids isn't surprising sadly, but its definitely a shame theres parents who don't wanna dress their little girls comfortably in general. I think we're slowly seeing more parents though go against traditional gender norms for their children and babies in particular, but its not overnight.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Life of the Party

Steve meets the love of his life in a way only he could.

Steve-O X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

1.2k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, heavy drug use, alcohol, crude language, bimbo y/n, makeouts, minimal plot, blood

An: This fic was inspired in large part by this song! Besides liking Nu-Metal, I have a passion for 90s rave tracks and accidentally stumbled upon this song one day. I had wanted to write a fic about Steve and a fun, party girl who could match his energy for a while, but this one took a bit of a dark turn while I was writing it! I’m on a Steve kick what can I say XD Nonetheless, thank you for requesting fics and please keep the requests coming! :)

“Yo, yo- dude.” Out of the blue, one of Steve’s buddies pulled him aside in the midst of some house party with a hand on his shoulder, “I got this chick you gotta meet.” Normally he would be pretty annoyed at this- there was a whole crowd of people around him waiting for him to down the thing of bong water he was holding, but he was feeling nice and had enough booze in his system to make him chill but not enough yet to make him an asshole. Fuck it, why not? So he followed him, squeezing past dense crowds while wondering why this dude seemed so damn excited to introduce him to this lady.

That’s when Steve saw you, leaning against a wall with a bottle of something dark in your hand. Looking you up and down, he felt compelled to make himself presentable by dusting off the little bits of burnt hair on his scalp from the backflip moneyball he did when he jumped off the roof earlier. Big hair, shiny red high heels, leopard print mini dress- this girl was classy, the splitting image of the kind of girls that usually go for him. Your gaze flitted over to him as he approached you and whatever conversation you were having was immediately halted. “Oh my god- are you Steve-O?” Chuckling, he nodded, your excitement doing wonders for his ego, “Yeah, baby! You a fan?” Splaying out your glittery manicure on his chest, your dark, mascaraed eyelashes flared out around your saucer-big eyes as you leaned in, “Of course! I love you!” Christ. Well it’s not like he could say no to that. Steve grinned, “You wanna go have some fun?”

“I would love to!” You giggled, lifting up the bottle in your hand, the amber liquid sloshing as you held it out to him, “Can I buy you a drink?” Raising his eyebrows, Steve took the bottle from you, bringing it to his lips and taking a huge swig before throwing his arm around you, sighing. He dragged you over to the couch, flashing that sweet, boyish smile of his as he plopped down andfished around in the pocket of his camo shorts, wordlessly pulling out a ziploc baggie full of blow. Fuck yeah. There was something in the way your face lit up when he took that shit out that made Steve think that maybe this chick could keep up with him. “Whats’ur name?” As you sat down, he started drawing up a line with a credit card, licking the plastic edge clean once he got it how he wanted, and you were nearly drooling. Sure, booze was all nice, but after you had tried just about everything under the sun, you always thought coke was a classic and a necessity at parties like this. You spoke over the loud party music, “Y/N.”

A few hours later and shit started getting really fun. Steve couldn’t keep his hands off of you and you didn’t care, finding it really sweet when he asked to hold your hair back when you did your next line. “Don’t worry ‘bout it- I gotcha, baby…” His fingers tangled in your hair as he wiped the remnants of his last one from the bottom of his nose. You leaned down, inhaling deeply and feeling that telltale burn deep in the back of your throat. Pulling yourself up, you sniffed a couple times, your eyes watering as you felt something warm on your upper lip. A grin spread across Steve’s face as he reached out, gently grasping your chin to tilt your face towards his, smearing the blood that began to trickle from your nose, “Atta girl.” He thought it was cute, how blown out your pupils looked as you stared back at him with glassy eyes.

The sting all melted away both by the aid of the bottle the two of you passed back and forth until it ended up sitting empty on the coffee table and the rough kiss Steve then pulled you into, his tongue sloppily intermingling with yours. His mouth tasted like Jack Danniel’s and Newports, but you didn’t care. Your hands ran up and down his torso, hurriedly trying to find somewhere to stay. Steve smirked against your lips, pulling you closer as his hands slid down to your lower back. Your heartbeat picked up as he started to place open mouth kisses down your neck, not a single person at the party batted an eye at the obscene display the two of you were putting on. “Fuck…” He murmured against your chest, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, “Can I do one, like- off your boobs?” Giggling, you wrapped your arms around the back of Steve’s head. This guy was just too sweet.

He must’ve really hit the jackpot for this one. Never before in all of his years of being a guy on tv who liked to party sometimes had he met a girl so giddy for him to do blow off her tits. You laid back on the shitty couch someone probably found on a curb and Steve tugged down the top of your dress a little to get better access to your cleavage. It was weirdly sexy, watching how focused he looked as he lined it all up with that credit card from before, not even bothering with the rolled up dollar the two of you had been using. Sternum to collarbone, Steve did the massive line in one go before quickly capturing your lips in another fervent kiss, snaking a hand up the back of your neck to tangle into your hair and pull you closer. As he pulled away after what felt like forever, your breath came out in little pants against his skin.

Pulling Steve up to his feet, you wobbled a little, leaning against him to stabilize yourself as you murmured into his ear, “Y’wanna fuck?” His eyes went wide as he chuckled a little at the gall of this woman. Of course he did. Without hesitation, you two ducked down some hallway, running off to a secluded bedroom that belonged to whoever to continue what you were doing in private. The sounds of the party still filtered in after you closed the door, somewhat muted through the thin walls as you tumbled on the bed. Steve didn’t even bother to turn the lights on before he was on top of you, slotting himself between your legs as his hand found its way to the black lace hem of your skirt. You were clawing at his shirt and you had gotten it about halfway off by the time your dress was hiked up around your waist, the air swimming with hormones and human heat.

Suddenly, Steve felt you freeze before going limp underneath him. Confused at your reaction in contrast to your previous eagerness, he stopped for a second, trying to listen for any repose or signs of life. You were breathing, but pretty softly- did she…? Oh shit. This girl just fell asleep after doing three lines. Steve would be impressed if you hadn’t passed out right before you were going to fuck him. Groaning, he rolled over to lay next to you, wiping away the red lipstick that was smeared across his face and thinking about how he bet this kind of shit doesn’t happen to Chris as he slowly drifted off to sleep himself.

[thunderstomm]

Talking About The New Scare-adise Island Dolls (Monster High G3)

Monster High G3's newest line, beach wave Scare-adise Island has just fully leaked! As always, I am just delighted to see new dolls and want to talk all about them and my opinions on each doll, and if i will be buying them once they release.

The Line Overall

Not many people know this, but I love beach lines. They're a staple of any doll line naturally, but I love to see the takes that a brand does on swim wear or summer fashion, and how they make it both fashionable and practical. And for the most part, I do think Scare-adise Island does a good job at this. Each doll, bar one, comes dressed in swimwear, and all of them come with a bag, sunglasses, a drink, and an extra accessory. There is also a playset, which comes with a lot more accessories, as well as a doll.

Clawdeen Wolf

Clawdeen's doll is quite interesting, and I don't excatly think it captures a beachy vibe. Clawdeen comes dressed in a green leopard print swimsuit, with holes in the sides. She also wears a transparent purple pair of long pants with black patterns, transparent pink shoes, and a transparent purple visor, both made of a "gummy" plastic material. She comes with a purple bag, lavender water bottle with sipping straw, green crescent moon sunglasses and a novel, titled "Howler Thriller".

This look doesn't fully read as "beach" to me- the pants, and more full heels paired with her swimsuit almost read to me as being a "dance" look. I think Clawdeen would have been improved by one thing- having shorts instead of long pants. Her accessories are cute, and I especially like the water bottle, even if it is a recycled mold from G3 Basic Clawd. I also think her shoes should have matched the visor- why are they pink?? At least the green sunglasses match both the swimsuit and earrings. Her pink lipstick is also a little weird- MH PLEASE give her a natural lip. Or even, purple! I think her side ponytail is cute, but I cannot help but think it will be poly, again.

This Clawdeen is cute overall, but she is not for me.

Frankie Stein

This Frankie doll is super cute- and looks so transgender in all of the best ways. They are dressed in a silver and white top, and black and white checked board shorts, with yellow lightning bolts streaked across them. Over top, they wear a black button-up top, with yellow lightning bolt patterns. They have long straight hair, which is black, white and blue streaked, and sport a silver bucket hat, with blue and yellow rings piercing the brim. They wear cute black heel sandals, and come with a blue bag, yellow skullette drinks cup, yellow lightning shaped shades and a green sports ball.

I personally adore this Frankie, and I think it was the best possible thing they could have designed for them. I think the color combo of the look is great, and I hope it stays the same in the animated series. One of the only complaints I can really give is the pink lips- Frankie do you only own one pot of lip gloss? This Frankie would have been so cute with a black, blue, or even yellow lip! I suppose it is an easy fix for any customizers, though.

This Frankie is so so stunning! I think they are worth a buy for any fans of Frankie and beach wear.

Draculaura

And another banger! Draculaura looks absolutely stunning in this look, sporting a pink sunhat with black bat shaped bow, pink and yellow cobweb earrings that look almost like a sun, a pink bikini with cobweb patterns and black ruffles, and a transparent cover up with cobweb patterns. Draculaura wears pink pumps, and comes with pink sunglasses recolored from her core look, sunscreen, a mocktail with little bat wings, and a black, bat shaped bag with a pink charm. She wears her hair in a low ponytail, and it is mostly black with pink streaks.

This Draculaura is pretty perfect, and I don't really have any complaints other than she could maybe use a necklace or two in her look. She is oh-so very pretty, and I love the way that they made the cobwebs of the design look like suns.

I think that this Draculaura is great, and an absolute must own for Draculaura and beach doll enthusiasts. So pretty!

Heath Burns

Making his first ever doll debut in G3, it's Heath Burns! And honestly, I like it! Heath Burns has orange skin, and orange eyes, and has plastic hair, which is made to resemble a mohawk. The hair is shaved on both sides, and he has red painted hair. Heath's face sculpt also has small pointed ears. Heath wears a blue hoodie with flame patterns, and blue board shorts with a similar flame patterns. Heath also sports a pair of slip-on sandals, which are dark blue with flame patterns. The Heath Burns doll also comes with a blue tote bag, an orange, volcano shaped drink, a bottle of sunscreen, and orange sunglasses with flames on the frames.

As somebody who loved G3 Heath with all my heart, I have to say that I just love this doll. I do wish his face sculpt better matched his show counterpart, by having bigger ears, a longer, thinner face, and a different nose shape, rather than looking similar to the other boys. I also am a fan of bald Heath, and prefer it over the mohawk. The outfit is similar to what he wears in the show, except for the shoes. I do wish that this doll had come out in another line so that it could better match the show, but now is better than never, and Heath is the last member of the "poster cast" (characters featured on promotional posters and advertisements) to get a doll. Also, I really hope he's short! I NEED him to be shorter than Abbey!

I like this doll! He's pretty good for a boy doll, and I will be getting him so he can sit next to my Abbey.

Lagoona Blue

Lagoona Blue is the playset doll for this wave! However, I won't be talking about the playset, just the doll. And this Lagoona, oh boy she is PRETTY!! Lagoona has long yellow hair, with teal and pink streaks, styled mostly out, with a small ponytail in at the right. She has gorgeous pink lips, and soft makeup. Lagoona wears a pastel tie dye bikini top, with black ruffles and straps. She sports a matching skirt with drip patterns, black pleather ruffles and plastic pink rope-esque belt-cover piece. Lagoona's shoes match, being pink, and seemingly tied up with plastic textured to look like rope.

I personally love this Lagoona doll so much, and think she is so pretty. I am almost upset that she is a playset exclusive, as that just means that she will be more expensive for me to buy. I don't have any design complaints for her, it's a pretty perfect doll!

If you like playsets, then I'd give this one a buy JUST for the exclusive doll!! Lagoona is so pretty!

What Do You Think..?

[aneenasevla]

Red Velvet - Chapter 2 (part 2)

MasterList / Akane’s profile / Last chapter here

Art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 2 - Shake It! (part 2 -NSFW)

NOTE: You can skip this part if you're not comfortable with 18+ scenes.

Akane was still waiting for him, back in her red leopard-printed fur coat, her heels shining on her silhouette in front of the door. She looks up when he arrives; she had a lollipop in her mouth.

"So…," she smiles. "Shall we go?"

He smiles at her too, his eyes traveling over the lines of her coat that now hide the tattoos on her shoulder. He couldn't wait to unwrap them and take a good look once again.

"Yeah, c'mon. I didn't get the chance to tell you, but that coat looks really good on you," He says hoarsely, immediately bringing her back closer, a firm hand on her waist. That man apparently was very physical. And judging by his excitement, he had held back all night not to do it too soon.

"Thank you," she coos, hugging him back. "It's my favorite piece of clothing, and my trademark...," she bats her eyelashes as she walks with him through the street. "Let's go this way. I checked the perimeter before coming and I already know where to buy hangover medicine if I started drinking too much," She laughs.

"Haha, I'm glad that didn't happen! I wouldn't be able to treat you like you deserve if you were drunk, right?," He touches her chin with his index finger, his thumb brushing her lips.

"Heh... indeed," she licks his finger quickly, moving away afterwards, laughing softly and taking the lollipop out of her mouth. "Honestly? I came prepared to deal with some crazy, handsy fuckboy, but even though you've been behaving well... if I give you carte blanche, will you drop this facade for me? I want to know more about the predator that's been tempting me behind those eyes..."

... Lihito had never felt more ecstatic, nor more exposed, than he felt at that moment.

The recommendations from Okubo, Tomori and the others came back to him for a second. He had taken them seriously. Even with his outburst of perverted idiocy at the end, he had been willing to show that he could control himself and behave like a functioning adult man in front of a beautiful woman.

But she didn't want that. She wanted who he really was. His wild, hungry side that he had been trying to suppress all night. She had seen the spark in his eyes, and now she wanted more of them until a fire started.

... He had made up his mind. He liked Agata Akane. He liked her foul-mouthed, cheeky, determined, ferocious personality. He liked to see that she was like him, in many ways. He knew her very little, just for a few hours, but he was willing to extend that acquaintance a little longer, if she wanted. And he shows this by closing the distance between them in a fraction of a second, bringing her even closer to his chest while taking her mouth on his, kissing her greedily while feeling her curves through the short, tight dress. They were very soft and very real, which delighted him even more.

"I’ll show you," He murmurs against your mouth. "I’ll show you all night if you want."

"Huhhmmm... I like that... I really do," She coos and kisses him back, biting his lip just a little, to tease him. "Just two more blocks and you can show me," she indicates the street with her thumb, the lollipop still in hand. "And I'll show you something nice too."

"Let's go, then," He holds her hand, walking without much haste. Why should he? The night was already won. And he didn't even need to use the coin trick! He could show off a bit later, after the deed, if the chance arose. "But hey, tell me... did you think I would act all crazy and shit? Or did they give you a warning?," He asks, now looking a little embarrassed.

"Both," she licks the lollipop a little. "Tomori was all worried about me, being a cute worrywart, but I had already seen in your face that you were really in the mood. Modesty aside, I recognize that look from afar. She gave me some warnings and, even though I barely knew you, I decided to test it."

"Test, huh?," He murmurs, his eyes fixed on her mouth, and on the way she was licking that lollipop. And as expected, the most depraved images appeared in his mind, fantasies about where else she could put that mouth and brush that tongue. He has to use all of his self-control not to get a hard-on right there, as if he were thirteen or something. "Did I pass the test? Was I a good, well-behaved boy? I really tried, you see...," He laughs mischievously.

"Hahahhaha, the test isn’t over yet, you rusher…," she laughs softly. "Take it slow, I’m wearing heels. But for now your score is good, so keep it up. And relax, it's not like I'm giving you an entrance exam at Teito or something. I just want to have a nice night with a guy who wants me, you know? And you really want me, so it's going great."

She holds his arm, smiling more; this time the malice went away for a moment, and her laughter even became cute.

"Sure thing!," He smiles a lot, and beneath the lasciviousness, she managed to detect a hint of a cute smile. Strange man, that one. At one moment, he seemed completely shameless. In the other, he almost looked like an overly happy child. Which one was the real Rihito? Or maybe he was both? "And I really want it, you have no idea. Since I saw your pics..."

Well, nobody could say he wasn't honest. It was something, she supposed.

"Huh, I can't say I didn't feel the same," it was a half truth; the hot tanned guy was too popular and the smaller one wasn't her type. "And now I'm happier. Oh, we're here," she points. It seemed like a little, cheap love hotel. "The next one is like one mile away and I don't feel like taking a cab. We'll probably start fooling around in the car and the poor driver doesn't deserve the torture," she laughs, getting inside without ceremony.

He laughs heartily too, following her without any hesitation. "Yeah, I know from experience how being next to a couple while they make out sucks," He jokes. "And you can let me pay the fee too, alright? I insist."

"Okay," she adjusts her coat on her shoulders. "Suit yourself," She indicates to the receptionist, returning her focus to her lollipop. She observed the place in the meantime. It was one of those corridor motels, with a red carpet that led to a staircase to go up to the other floors where there were rooms. She couldn't hear any noise coming from above, which was good, considering it was a little later in the night and there were definitely couples already around. The walls were probably soundproof… perfect, in her case. The annoying thing was that everything smelled strongly of cheap strawberry and chocolate essence, definitely not her first choice for air freshener. But that sure as hell wouldn't dampen the fire inside her.

He was taking care of financial matters in the meantime, taking his wallet out of his pocket. In addition to the money (which wasn't much, that night was going to take a bit of a toll on his pockets, but it would definitely be worth it), there were the other most indispensable items of the night: two condoms, which he had bought at a pharmacy on the way to the bar. He wasn't ecxactly a rubber fan (seriously, was there any guy in that world who was?), but even he wasn't stupid enough to go on an adventure with an unknown woman while being unprotected. Not to mention it was the kind of consideration that girls used to enjoy. A guy who cared about their health and themselves was someone who deserved to be contacted more often, after all! He pays the bored recepcionist for their stay (it must be the shittiest job in the world, having to know that there are other people on the upper floors fucking while you just sucked your thumb behind a counter), and returns to her side, smiling satisfied.

"Done. Shall we? Those heels must be hurting your feet a little…"

"Hmm? Oh, not much. They're like platform sandals. I knew you were tall so I took precautions," She smiles, walking with him. "But if you want, I'll take them off...," she pouts.

"... There’s no need, if they don’t bother you," He says after two seconds of silence, his expression becoming more lascivious, his green eyes darkening. "They're kinda sexy," And he brings her closer again, leading her towards the stairs. "You’ll have somewhere to rest your feet if you get tired, anyway."

She walks in front of him, taking the key from his hand. "Good to know," And she tosses the lollipop stick into a convenient trash bin close to the stairs. She had made a point of wiggling her hips a little in front of him, teasing was her specialty... and adding fuel to the fire too, but this was for anyone who pissed her off. At the moment, just teasing was enough.

She opened the bedroom door and entered, letting him close it behimd them, quickly putting her coat in a nearby armchair and her small bag on top of it, stretching her armas right after. She heard the door close, already waiting for the impact…

And it didn't take long at all to come. He collided with her with the force of a wall, and the only reason she wasn't knocked over like a rag doll was because he held her firmly to his chest. He kisses her furiously again, his tongue hungrily against hers, one hand on her back while the other takes a firm grip on her buttocks. Yes, that man really wasn't one to waste time. She could already feel it starting to show, inside his pants. Boy, not bad so far...

"Hnm… I knew it…," she coos between kisses. "I knew that there's a predator just waiting to come out…, " She hugs him with her legs, taking the opportunity to feel him through his pants.

And when she felt his bulge against her, the fire of Satan took hold of her; she really wanted to try it right there. She intensified the kiss and her hips moved, and the poor dress felt its job was done, rolling up to escape the tightness her open legs provided, revealing her buttocks.

He makes a hoarse sound in the back of his throat; a sound that indeed resembled the growl of a huge and dangerous animal. He lifts her by her buttocks, helping her rub against the bulge in his pants, shivering at the friction, at the heat he could feel even through the fabric. It even felt wet, since she wasn't wearing underwear. Damn, he had to control himself, or he was going to burst right there!

"Hnnn... you haven't seen anything yet, babe...," He manages to growl, his hands exploring her body, his mouth going down to her neck, kissing, licking and nibbling. She feels the brush of his canines against her skin, and is surprised by how strong he actually was, managing to keep her lifted off the ground and not even seem to sweat from the effort. "Anything... fuck, I want you out of that dress now ...!"

"Put me on the bed so you can unwrap me," she teases, still hugging him by the shoulders. "Then you can play with me as much as you want..."

He obeys with admirable readiness. Good boy, very obedient, like the golden retriever Tomori said he was. She's no sooner placed on the bed than he's already trying to get rid of her dress, starting with the bodice, his expression seeming almost angry because of his excitment. Her breasts are exposed, and Rihito practically salivates when he contemplates the very light tan lines, surrounding the pink nipples. Holy shit, that woman had no right being this hot. She was going to kill him by the end of the night at this rate.

"Hnnn...!," He kisses her again, his huge hands coming up to hold her breasts and massage them. "You smell so fucking good...," He grunts as he kisses down, putting his face between her breasts, practically pressing them against his cheeks. "You're practically asking me to eat you whole..."

"Hnnn… that’s what I’m here for, darling, being half-eaten isn’t in the contract!," she gets rid of the second half of the dress, still trying to maintain a bit of reason while he plays with her breasts, which are sensitive due to her lust. "I also say the same… hnmmm… lick me all you want… then- aaah… save a little so I can lick you too… oooh…"

If that encouragement didn't make him hard as a rock, nothing else in his life would. He immediately goes to worship her boobs, licking greedily, sucking the nipples, one hand already running down her belly, half-stilted, to the middle of her legs, his fingers searching and finding the moist heat between them. He fumbles a little at first; she even wonders if he really knew what he was doing... until a finger enters her, slowly, in a slow and torturous massage, the tip curving to look for the right spot, which he finds quickly, and starts massaging it while thrusting.

He immediately felt the 'rode' in her hips with the impact of pleasure, and she let out a long moan. Wow, he only had good surprises, she thought, as she slowly put her leg between his, to feel him too. She wanted that naked body as much as he wanted hers, but she would let him enjoy it for now, it was part of the process…but dear lord, those fingers…she knew he played the guitar, but she didn't know how well!

On his side, he only felt her getting wetter and wetter, running down his fingers. And when his thumb touches her clit, she gets even wilder, panting and hugging him by his neck, pulling his hair a little. 

“Aahnnn... Oh my God, Rihito... hnmm!," her voice was not delicate or squeaky; it was strong, loud and a little hoarse. The sound of a determined and mature woman, not that of a shy little girl, no sir.

He seemed to go even crazier with her encouragement, grunting in a eager tone, his eyes closed almost as if he was in pain. He finally seems to have played enough with her breasts, because he lets go of them and lowers his mouth further, kissing her torso, belly, running his tongue over her navel, and then kissing the tattoos that covered almost her entire thigh. Each of the spots, biting a little.

"You're so fucking hot...," He growls against her skin, kissing the inside of her thigh, going down... and finally his tongue arrives exactly where she wanted, in that little spot right above where his finger was torturing her. He licks slowly, seeming to want to test it first... okay, he didn't seem to have much experience with his tongue in particular, but damn, he was really trying!

"Ohh, yes, just like that… ooohh!," She was already half ready, and when he started licking her clit, she felt the heat rising, and he felt her insides sucking his fingers.  

"Oh, I'm gonna...OooOhh!," She shook all over, biting her lip, and he felt his finger being ridden as she reached her peak, the first time that night... and counting, if it were up to him and his perverted mind.

The euphoria he felt almost sent him over the edge again, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his pants. Giving head wasn't exactly a habit of his (not that he didn't like it, it's just that he always felt insecure about that part of the female anatomy, fearing doing something stupid that would classify him as a lousy lover), but damn, feeling the rhythmic pulsations on his finger and the taste of it on his tongue (sweet, full-bodied, and he decides he really liked it) were clear proof that he knew what he was doing, damn it! A very masculine pride came over him, and still licking her slowly with his eyes closed, he had to hold himself back from raising a fist in the air in victory.

“Dude, you’re the fucking best!”

"Hnnn…," He finally pulls away, giving her a kiss on her thigh. "You taste really good, holy shit…"

"Oh... thank you," she blushes. She wasn't used to being kissed there, much less praised. Okay, she liked him, he had potential. "I liked those fingers of yours...," she pulls his hand closer and sucks each one of his fingers, looking at him. "but now that I'm looking... aren't they too tight?," She looks at his pants. "Take them off. And the rest too, I want to admire the complete set…"

His excitement when fulfilling the order is hilarious and adorable. That man really was a mix of an incorrigible pervert and a cute idiot. He gets rid of his shoes, and then his shirt, ripping it off over his head and throwing it unceremoniously onto the bedroom floor. And there was the broad chest she had admired in that photo, now live and in color right before her eyes. His muscles were the envy of many bodybuilders. She even noticed a few scars here and there, which only made the complete package even more exciting. He hops on one foot to finally free himself from his pants, his boxers going with them in a matter of moments. And oh... ooh, boy, so that's what the baggy shorts in that photo hadn't let her see...

She immediately devours him with her eyes, with a lust that she had never tried to hide. He was a shower, for sure, but it didn't need more than that, certainly not. She got out of bed, licking her lips a little, and pulled him to her, changing places with him and making him sit down on the mattress.

"Oown... I- I guess that means you really liked what you saw, huh...," He manages to gasp, trying to sound smug, but she could hear the almost crazy desire in his voice; she could also see it in the way he his legs twitched.

"Oh, you...," She kisses him qhen he sits down, holding his hands so they don't grab her. "Of course I liked it, damn it, now stay still while take care of my appetit," she runs her hands over his chest, squeezing it a little, then tickling the side of his arm, outlining the lines of the muscles in his abdomen - my God, it wasn't a six pack, it was fucking eight! - kissing him in the middle of his torso. And she didn't play coy, her hand going straight to his cock, massaging the length. She delighted in his reactions, making a point of looking him in the eye while doing so.

His hips spasm violently at her touch, a guttural sound of pleasure leaving his throat; the growl of a beast being tamed, turning him from a leopard to a kitten right there in her hands.

"Oooh... A-Akane...," He babbles, his voice coming out in a hoarse breath, his eyelids heavy and his mouth open. His hand goes to touch her hair, stroking it, moving it away so he could see all the colors hiden beneath the blonde waves. "Hnnn... damn, that's...!," He closes his eyes tightly when she moves her hand up and down on him, his teeth grinding against each other. "I- I knew ever since I saw those hands... that they must drive any grown man crazy..."

"Today, only you," She bites his neck, scratching his chest with the nails of her free hand. "Enjoy, 'cause you deserve it. You've been a really good boy for me so far...," she whispers in his ear, and lowers her torso, kissing a little below his navel, wanting him to see what she was about to do.

He shudders hard again, shivering from head to toe, anticipation making his limbs tingle and his poor friend, being held like a conductor's drumstick, throb in an almost embarrassing way.

“Calm the fuck down, Rihito! If you burst without her even starting to suck you off, it will be one of the biggest humiliations of your life! And I’m counting the Annihilation Tournament!”

"Hnnn...! Good- good to know that, after all, I... ooh... I was a good boy...," He gasps, trying to smile mischievously "I think I deserve a little compensation for that, y’know…"

"I'm the one who decides that," she bites him on his thigh, not too hard, but enough to make him jump. "Just to make it clear...," she smiles when his eyes widen. "Good... now that we came to an understanding...," she massages his lenght just a little more before using her tongue, from bottom to top, running it over the frenulum and collecting some of what was beginning to accumulate in the tip, sucking and kissing it, with her full lips with that indestructible lipstick... she coos at his reaction. She loved making men twice as big as her shudder and whimper. She felt like the most powerful being in the world…

That's why she practiced so much, after all; lollipops weren't just for sweetening her mouth.

He throws his head back with a hoarse sound of pleasure, even going cross-eyed with the delicious shock that rose like an electric current through his body. Holy shit, that was torture, the best kind of torture...!

"Uuuh... fuck...!," He almost whimpers, his face all twisted with desire, one hand gripping the sheets while the other went to rest on her head, her tongue making him dizzy, trembling. He had always been the dominant type in bed, he liked to make women submit to him and beg for more, but this creature had turned the tables in a way he couldn't have predicted, and in a way he couldn't complain about.

She still plays with him a little, and when she feels like she tested enough on that circumcised cock, she decided to show him her true power. She let him rest on her tongue while she opened her mouth, still looking at him, and closed her mouth with him inside, applying pressure and licking him, slowly taking him whole. Soon he saw his cock disappear; where did it end up? He didn't know, he just knew that she hadn't stopped at any point until she reached the base. Then she held his legs and went all the way back, and when she reached the tip, she stopped to breathe and looked back at him, smiling mischievously.

He grips the sheets even tighter, his eyes glassy, ​​looking almost irrational with pleasure. His open mouth barely let out a sound, his breath catching in his chest as she swallowed him whole down to the base, the wet, velvety heat enveloping him and making it seem like the whole world had concentrated there, where her mouth touched him, the pressure again making his vision blur. He must have been going cross-eyed with pleasure again and she was seeing it first hand, and he just couldn't muster up enough dignity to care.

Holy shit, where... where had she learned to do that? He didn't know, he probably would never know, and he couldn't give a shit about anything else.

"Holy shit... don't- don't stop, keep going...!"

She laughs softly, continuing, sometimes bringing it in all the way to the end. He was sure she didn't have a throat, holy fuck... she was going back and forth without even needing her hands; one of them was even massaging his balls, her claws dangerously tickling him, but still completely under control; she literally had him in the palm of her hand there, and in the back of her throat too…

And that was right where he wanted to stay. He never wanted to leave there again, damn it! He ends up bending one of his legs on the bed in the middle of the pleasure, shuddering and panting hard, barely able to keep his eyes open, but trying desperately, because watching her sucking him was the best sight he'd had in months. Maybe even in years.

"Oooh... damn, woman... th-that's feels so fucking good, your- your mouth's fuckin' perfect...!," He managed to say between grunts, dizzy and incoherent, his toes twitching. "You look so damn beautiful swallowing me like that, so- Ooonh!," And he finally can't hold back a deep, strong moan, when she intensifies her movements, her hand on his balls leaving him paralyzed in a mix of fear and lust. He would have been very embarrassed if he had been coherent enough to care. "Holy shit...!"

And that's what she does, intensifying her movements even more, sometimes inside, sometimes outside. Sometimes she tortured him just by licking the tip, sometimes by looking at him, other times with her eyes closed… she wanted to focus on his taste, but it intensified when she heard his moans and felt his balls tighten a little. She knew what that meant.

"Hnnng...! I-I'm gonna...!," He warns breathlessly, the pressure rising at the base of his cock and on his back, the entire room seeming to spin in his half-hallucinated dizziness. "Oonh, fuck, I- HnnNNN!," He throws his head back, leaving only his chin visible, tensing up and locking his hips. And she finally felt him empty himself into her mouth, thick and hot, in strong jets that were accompanied by his loud gasps.

"Hnnn...! Oooh...!," And he remains completely limp on the mattress, breathing unevenly, his eyes closed, his expression dazed.

And she smiles triumphantly, receiving her meal with greed, and licking the plate with gusto. She gets up, crawling to find him lying on the bed, and she lies on top of him, her breasts resting on his chest, still smiling, her hair falling on the sides of her face.

"Thanks for the meal," she jokes, watching him still pant, catching his breath.

"Hnng... I... I'm here to serve... to serve well and always...,"  He manages to stammer between one strong breath and another, opening his eyes a little. They were so dark that they looked almost black, rather than green. He looks at her with a dazzlement that was, again, funny and adorable. "Damn, girl... how many- how many poor souls have you sucked off like that? I... argh, fuck it, come here...!," And he immediately hugs her, lifting his head to kiss her greedily, trying his taste on her tongue. She laughs at his comment, letting him try it, and pulling him to get on top of her.

"Does that mean I sucked your soul too? And you want to get it back?," she teases when he starts kissing her neck. "Hnmm... you have to pull it from below, with the member from where I took it...," She laughs softly. "But you have to do it well... or your soul will be mine, you big, naughty dog."

He shudders again, ecstatic, thanking his daddy in heaven, his daddy Satan, any daddy who was listening to him for his enviable stamina as a fighter. With encouragement like that, he wouldn't need more than three minutes to get back to being hard as a rock! That diabolical woman raised more masts than any naval engineer. He grabs her ass, massaging her eagerly while kissing her almost furiously. 

"Grunf... just you wait... I'll take it back and you better be sure of that... I'll exorcise the fuck outta you, you dirty demon...!"

"Oooh… will you? Then please, get this demon out of me...," she whimpers, raising her arms, rubbing her tits against his chest and looking at him with a pleading face. "I can't take this heat anymore, so fix it for me...," she throws a leg over the side of his body. "Please, Rihito…," she begs in a sultry tone.

Her nom de guerre sounded even more incredible on that velvet tongue of hers! He kisses her again, rubbing his cock between her legs, getting it all wet and getting excited even faster than he anticipated in the process. "I'll do it... you want it, right? You demon... you want this dick so bad, don't you? Hnnn?," He even grabs his cock and hits it against her flesh, in a burst of inspiration, trying to remember where he left the fucking condons, his head still a little foggy...

"Yeah, I do…," she sits down, kissing him. "Just give me a moment… now my heels are bothering me…," she kisses him more firmly, then moving away from him, still teasing as she turns around and crawls, her ass only centimeters away from him. She got out of bed, quickly taking off her heels and walking around the room. She had everything in the right place, but what caught the most attention was her chest... and the tattoos, which now that he stopped to look, were only on her left shoulder and her right leg. They didn't reach her entire back, but it was in fact leopard spots, all in red. She grabs her purse and opens it, lifting her head and catching his eyes. "Oh... so you're also liking what you're seeing..."

He smiles hungrily, his “fangs” flashing. 

"And you still ask? I want to fuck you in every way, traditionally or just with my eyes... I just need the condom. I have two of them in my wallet, they're in my pants pocket..."

"Oh, we’ll use them later, it’s good to save them for now," She smiles. "I also brought some, see? Forewarned is forearmed...," She kneels before him. "Mine were closer anyway," She wraps her arms around his neck, and she gasps when he pulls her up, making her sit on his lap. "Oh, wow," she blushes when she feels him.

"Then you can understand how much of a rush you left me in," He growls with a laugh, somewhat impressed that the brief pause didn't diminish his excitement at all. He had never really liked the part about putting on a condom, there were times when he was even afraid of going limp... but honestly? He now firmly believed that there was no way a limp dick could existe in the same space as that woman. "I've already let you play with me enough. Now it's my turn," And he lays her on the bed, on her back, fitting between her legs, hands resting on either side of her head. "I'm gonna fuck you so good..."

She smiles. "How many green lights do you need to start? Four, like in a race?," she jokes, lifting her leg over his side again; now without the heel her ankle felt soft against his skin. "I'll give you two more," she lifts the other leg, now resting it on his shoulder, while caressing his neck with her fingers.

He pants a little, his eyes irrational with want. He leans over her, her legs still resting on his shoulders, positions himself, and then thrusts with a little too much haste. He enters all at once, immediately being massaged by her inner muscles, the condom not getting in the way of the delicious sensation from rising through his lower abdomen and making him grunt huskily in the back of his throat, his eyelids getting heavy. "Ooh, fuck, so good...!"

She gasps with his haste, but with the way she was, she didn't complain at all, moaning loudly afterwards. "Ooohh... damn, you too... hhhhmmmm... not bad, ohhh!," she pulls him to move. "Let the exorcism ritual begin… come get your soul now, you big dog."

He would have howled to reinforce her words if his throat hadn't been too busy producing lewd grunts. He lowers himself onto her, supporting himself on his hands as he kisses her passionately, moving his hips apart and then pushing them again, going back and forth, the delicious pressure making his head spin and urging him to accelerate the pace, almost recklessly. Ooh, he was the type to get excited and a little clumsy, but the look on his face as he stared at her showed how hard he was trying, sweat dripping down the strong line of his jaw, making strands of his bleached hair stick to his forehead.

"I will... give back what you took from me...! C'mon...!," He growls, hitting flesh with flesh in loud slaps.

"Aaaah... no, I- I won’t give it back- aaahh!," She responds, her hands going to his shoulders, her claws doing their job on his back. "I won't- oooh!," she whines, grabbing his hair tightly. "Make me! Ahhh," his pelvis was hitting a good spot, her excitement was showing. She liked the view too, those sexy eyes and flexible hips were doing their job well. A hand grabs his hair, pulling him together to press her to the bed.

He didn't need to have said it twice. He lifts her legs off his shoulders, grabbing her hips and lifting them a little, his strong hands probably leaving small bruises as they held her tightly, the top half of her body still lying on the bed as he hides his face in the curve of her neck, breathing heavily. And he thrusts willingly, without any control, the rhythm unruly but still intense, hitting her deep and, from time to time, managing to hit his pelvis against her clit. He probably didn't even realize he was doing it, dazed as he was.

"Gives it back...! Oooh...! Damn, feels so good, you're so fucking hot, I want to fuck you all night...!," He growls in her ear, licking it afterwards. He couldn’t even maintain the “character” anymore.

"Ohhh… hmmmm… yeah… I want it, please, aaahh…," She hugs him, Happy to have her arms open to his width, scratching his back too in return for the "workout" he was giving her , but not complaining in the slightest, even less so because she hugged his hips with her legs. She was almost feeling another orgasm coming, and she loved knowing that he was achieving it. "Yes, Rihito, don't stop, give this demon what she deserves, hmmmm… fuck her hard, she's almost giving it back, ooohhhh…"

"Yes...! You'll give it back to me without complaining...! Ooonh, Akane...!," He starts to moan in her ear, losing his rhythm a little, and she wonders what he was doing until she feels his fingers getting into the point where they were connected, massaging her clit "Fuck, I'm almost there...! C'mon, come with me, moan for me...!

"Ahhhh! Oh my God, those fingers… you son of a… ahn!," Her insides immediately squeezed him after that, while dug her nails into his back when he tightened the hug. "AaaAAAHN!," She moaned as her hips moved uncontrollably on their own, following his rhythm.

"Ooh, holy shit- ooOOOH!," He locks his hips in a sudden movement, his face contorted in almost painful pleasure as he cums again, so hard that it leaves him completely dizzy, his arms shaking with the effort of keeping himself upright while he loses himself on top of her, while she squeezed him so much that she seemed to want to milk him. Damn, he didn't remember when was the last time he came so violently like that. "Oooh... unnnf... fuck...," He stammers, again dazed, his green eyes a little misty.

Holy shit, that damn bastard did it.

She lost her strength, shaking a lot, as she looked at him, panting, feeling herself still wobbly. She pulled him to rest on his elbows so she could reach his mouth, and kissed him once more, more gently this time, one hand in his hair and the other holding the back of his head. She looks into his eyes and smiles. "Yeah... you- you got your soul back... good job," she says, biting his shoulder, laughing softly, still playing at scratching him. She wanted to leave him very sore for later, so he would never forget that he fucked a panther.

He lets out a grunt at the pain of the bite and the scratch, and then laughs breathlessly, sweating profusely; the happiest and most stupid idiot she's ever seen on top of her before. "Ahaha... victory for me... ! Holy shit... this is going to leave a mark...," He uses his arms again to slide out of her, shuddering, and quickly gets rid of the condom, throwing it in the trash basket next to the bed. "You Soul Taker...," And he lies down on her again, snuggling his head between her breasts, his eyes closed in delight. "That felt so fucking good... you're amazing..."

"Oh, stop it, you... you did good too," She caresses his shoulders. "Just... give me ten minutes... okay?," she stretches a little "Don't think I didn't hear what you said... I want it all night...," She hugs him, burying his face deeper into her chest. "With that stamina of yours I'm sure you can do it... what do you say?"

"All night?! Uh... oh yeah, I said that...," He moans, then laughs again, practically purring with her caresses. "I... I've never tried having sex all night... wanna help me find out?," He looks up at her, smiling hungrily, his cheeks red and his eyes shining. "I'll make the effort, because you make me hard enough to try. You're hot like that..."

She remembered not thinking much of his face when she looked at that photo, days before. Now...well, he now looked adorable in his excitement, especially in his willingness to please her.

Oh, shit, the damn facade finally fell, and she couldn't deal with how… cute he was acting. She felt her cheeks flush.

"I also want to find out... I just don't know if I'll be able to walk after this...," She jokes. "You're pretty strong, I've already realized that. And if we can't keep it up... at least there's heat to warm us up on this cold night. Autumn is good for that," She purrs a little, running her fingers through his hair, more out of habit since she worked in the field. And she realized that it would soon need a touch-up, but he didn't say anything, taking advantage of the time to relax.

Because, if it were up to the two of them, or to Daddy Satan, this fire would take a long time to be put out...

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Idc of it makes me look like a sexy auntie but I'm buying myself a leopard print dress cus I just need one

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I’m hardly the first person to make this observation, but I’ve been pretty solidly plus-sized for like three years or so due to a crazy amount of mystery weight gain that a lot of my doctors want to chalk up to the “COVID 20” or whatever, which is insanely annoying since for me it’s closer to the COVID 50 even though my habits didn’t change that drastically and also it happened in weird spurts of very rapid weight gain with a few plateaus but whatever. The point is I’ve been plus-sized but I haven’t always been plus-sized so I have perspective from both sides of the size spectrum or whatever and…

Why…why can’t I just find basics easily? Why is it every time someone says, “Oh, this store has plus sizes!” nearly every item is a loud-ass print that’s seems like it’s meant to distract and confuse people so they won’t have to focus on my size or the items are cut so poorly I will not want to wear them? Why are things cut so short-waisted and boxy??? I have a large chest and a long torso, which didn’t magically change just because I gained weight, and I feel like everything is cut boxy so I either have to size up for length, which makes everything feel even more shapeless, or if the store has Tall options (incredibly rare), I’ll order the Tall sizes despite the fact that I’m 5’6”.

None of my jeans fit. None of them. If they fit in the waist, they will be baggy everywhere else because I do tend to gain in my waist. But…like…a lot of women gain in their waists. Why will no jeans fit? I have on jeans right now that are supposed to be skinny cut and not a single person on this planet would think they were anything other than slightly baggy straight-legged jeans. And these aren’t cheap jeans. I often buy Madewell and, more recently, I bought a pair from Talbots.

And there is just so much animal print??? I remember a few years ago when I was first starting to look for plus-sized clothing, like every color option was black or leopard print. Once time, I grabbed some garment thinking it was going to be a solid color, and there was a leopard print racing stripe down the side. Why…why can’t I just get like a pretty green or burgundy or blue shirt with no crazy pattern that isn’t cut as if I’m trying to suffocate myself in cloth? Like, I’m not even looking for revealing clothing or overly tight clothing; I just don’t want to look like I’m trying to dress entirely shapelessly? I historically like swing dresses or A-line dresses and boatneck tshirts and skinny jeans or boyfriend jeans and I feel like my options without dipping into loud prints or just dressing in black every day are extremely limited.

(I know I keep railing against loud prints. Here’s the thing: I occasionally go for a loud print. And if that’s all you love, I think you should wear them every day. But it is insane that I can find like ten color options in straight sizes and then if I hop over to plus sizes, my options are black, leopard print, and some very large floral prints. It very much comes across as, “We need to distract from their bodies with these giant flowers!” when maybe I just want to wear a plain purple shirt occasionally. Or tiny floral print. Or checks. Or stripes. Or anything that doesn’t lean into some “big and brassy” stereotype.)

Anyway, I have a couple of stores where I can usually find some things, but flattering basics have been incredibly difficult. Like, it has already been hard given my past body image issues, past eating disorder, and just getting used to what my body currently feels like, but I’m then routinely presented with this issue of wanting to look and feel like I care about my clothing a little, but mainly having options that make me look entirely frumpy or so loud that I don’t feel like myself.

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[Riconti] Holiday spirit

Happy holidays riconti fandom! Please accept this gift of festive fluff 🥰 Rated G | 3.2k words | ao3 link

Felix still feels strange being back in his hometown. 

The Coburg market square is bustling with life at the annual Christmas market. Felix was never an avid visitor before, but this time the nostalgia is kicking in full force: the smell of street food and mulled wine, the glow of string lights and the big Christmas tree, and even the obnoxious holiday jingles make his chest ache with familiarity. It’s almost like he never left Coburg in the first place.

Except for the fact that one Ace Visconti is here with him.

Ace has a mug of Glühwein in his hands and is blowing on the hot beverage, his eyes eagerly drinking in the busy market. It’s a couple degrees below zero and a gentle snow is falling, but despite Felix’s best efforts to the contrary Ace is thoroughly underdressed for the weather. He has neither gloves nor anything to cover his head, and his windbreaker jacket and pants might protect him from the nonexistent wind but not the late-December temperature.

But even if Ace must be freezing, he hasn’t complained once.

…Unlike Felix, who complained first about the long line to the sausage kiosk, then about the awful apple punch they made the mistake of trying, and then about a family of stupid tourists blocking the street. But that’s neither here nor there.

Ace’s nose and ears are already red and Felix should probably be annoyed at him for not dressing properly, but instead he finds it oddly endearing. He doesn’t know how long it will take Ace to get used to German winters after decades of sun on the west coast of the USA, but today is clearly not that day.

A group of teenagers pass them on the street and briefly pause to stare at Ace—who’s currently browsing a selection of wooden crafts—and a few of them giggle and continue on their way. Felix really can’t blame them: the bright, clashing colors of Ace’s outfit stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of muted winterwear in grayscale and neutral colors. Looking at the neon pink and green for too long would probably give Felix a migraine; but then again, he only has his past self to blame for deciding to flirt with a man who combined a leopard print shirt with purple sequin pants.

Felix smiles to himself. If awful fashion sense was a dealbreaker for him, their relationship would probably have lasted less than twenty-four hours total.

“What’re you grinning at?” Ace asks, having caught him staring.

“You,” Felix says bluntly. “And your outfit that is horrendously unfit for this weather.”

Ace scoffs. “It’s not that cold.”

Felix simply smiles. “Come on,” he urges, “We should try the crepes next.”

Ace obediently falls into step beside him. Felix’s hand twitches in a familiar urge to touch—born out of countless times of patching up injuries, pulling each other up on their feet, and sitting by the fire leaning against Ace in quiet solidarity—but there are too many people here and too many eyes on them.

Of course, it doesn't help that Ace is wearing the equivalent of a big flashing sign saying “Look at me!”

“You know, I wasn’t too sure about this market when you first told me about it,” Ace says while they walk. “But it’s actually really cozy with the snow and lights and all. And any event that boils down to drinking wine and eating good food? I’m sold.”

“I’m glad,” Felix says. “It was never my favorite, but I wanted to show you. And even I missed it, after…”

He trails off, and something in Ace's eyes softens. 

"I love it. And I'm glad you wanted to take me here," Ace says. And then, because getting him to be earnest for more than five seconds is like pulling teeth, he grins and adds, "Even if I'm pretty sure all these 'handmade Bavarian' souvenirs came straight out of a Bangladesh sweatshop."

Felix grimaces. He always hated how the tourist crap seemed to overtake more and more of the event each year.

That being said, he still stopped to buy a terribly overpriced and absolutely hideous knit hat while Ace was busy refilling their Glühwein mugs at another stall. It will make a nice Christmas present to match his questionable excuse for a winter jacket.

“So how exactly are crepes German or festive?” Ace prods.

“Because the French can't take credit for mixing milk with flour and throwing it on a pan,” Felix huffs. “It's bad enough they got to name them. Pretentious little shits.”

Ace smirks. “I’m telling Élodie you said that.”

“Trust me, she has much worse opinions about Germans.”

“Ah, sweet neighborly rivalry,” Ace sighs. “I can't wait to meet the Lyras again so they can try—and fail—to argue that Brazil is better than Argentina.”

He looks at Felix expectantly, clearly waiting for him to agree.

“I wouldn’t know,” Felix says. “I’ve never been.”

“Maybe you should do something about that, then,” Ace says. His voice is playful and his smile casual, but he’s still looking at Felix a little too intently for it to be a joke.

“You just have to tell me when and I'll be there,” Felix says and fully means it.

“Yeah, right,” Ace snorts. “I bet Lauren would love for you to go touristing in the middle of a big project.”

“You’re vastly overestimating my importance in the company,” Felix says. “Lauren survived five years without me. I don't think a week will even make a dent in her schedule.”

Ace regards him silently: he knows that Felix took on much less responsibility upon returning to work—“Richter & Golder” was practically just “Golder” these days, and Felix was grateful Lauren even wanted him back on the team at all—but Felix suspects it’s another thing to see it in practice.

“You'd really come to Argentina?” Ace finally asks.

“Of course,” Felix says. “But only if you want me to.”

Ace beams up at him, then throws his head back and groans dramatically. “Oh, god, my sisters will eat you alive. Please don't learn any Spanish before the trip. Or Italian. You know what, just wear noise canceling headphones whenever they’re around. Actually—”

Felix watches Ace ramble with a smile. He’s leaving for Buenos Aires in just a few days to spend the holidays with his sisters and their families, having reunited with them after their escape from the Entity. For as much as Ace sang the praises of Las Vegas and America for the last few years, he doesn't seem to care much about going back to the USA compared to Argentina and Germany.

“—though, full disclosure, if you don't like Dulce de Leche I'm breaking up with you,” Ace says.

Felix chuckles. “I suspect I won’t, but I’ll be sure to lie for your benefit.”

“That’s all I ask,” Ace says with a grin.

They’re finally coming up to the crepe kiosk and Ace turns to look at the menu. It’s a little strange to imagine not being with him for Christmas, seeing as they’ve—admittedly not by choice—spent every holiday together for the last few years. Even if said holidays mostly consisted of Dwight in an elf costume distributing firecrackers and styptic agents around the campfire.

But Felix knows they both have more important places to be. Ace hasn’t spent quality time with his family in decades, and Felix's number one priority for the foreseeable future will spending every moment he possibly can with his own new family:

His five-year-old daughter, Klara.

Felix's ex-girlfriend has invited him over for Christmas eve to have dinner and open presents together. It will most likely be indescribably awkward—especially with both his ex’s parents and her new husband there—but they’re all doing it for Klara, who seemed very excited about the idea.

Or possibly just about the extra presents.

Regardless, Felix immensely respects his ex for not only managing to build a stable home for their daughter when he disappeared, but for being honest with said daughter from the start. Even when she was furious with Felix for seemingly abandoning them, for five years she told Klara stories about her other father building houses and showed her pictures of him. And when Felix finally showed back up and tried to pick up the pieces of his broken life, he got to meet his daughter for the first time and she immediately recognized him.

Felix clears his throat before washing down the sudden lump in his throat with some Glühwein. He’s not sure what he's done to deserve so many incredible people in his life—the survivors, Lauren, his ex, Klara, Ace—but he’s determined to be a man they can all be proud of.

“Che.” Ace nudges Felix's side, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Is the crepe guy okay?” Ace whispers, leaning closer to Felix while staring at the shopkeeper frying a batch of crepes. “He just chucked three whole chocolate bars on a crepe and wrapped it up like it was normal.”

Felix snorts, his somber mood instantly elevated. “It's a Kinder bar too. That has to be some kind of crime against gastronomy.”

“I know.” Ace only pauses for a beat before asking, “Should we get one of those?”

Felix doesn’t even hesitate. “Of course.”

Ace shoots him a lopsided smirk. “You really do have a soft spot for tacky things,” he says, then turns to place their order.

Felix bites his lip to suppress a thoroughly dorky smile. Just five years ago, he would have scoffed at the mere sight of children’s street food and retro windbreakers, all to preserve the image of a man nobody even liked. And even if the motto of “be yourself” first seemed like an impossible task after half a lifetime of hiding everything genuine about himself, it’s been slowly but surely resurfacing—through trials, friendships, and having someone by his side who never judges.

Felix doesn't have to filter himself with Ace. Even his worst foot-in-mouth moments only earn teasing remarks in response and more often than not end in both of them laughing. Ace doesn’t take offense to Felix's bluntness and he more than pulls his weight in the playful bickering that has become one of Felix's favorite pastimes.

And Felix knows the feeling goes both ways: all their years together have chipped away at Ace’s compulsive lying just like it has for Felix's play-act. Ace has never had to avoid talking about his past of crimes and addiction and betraying people for money, because Felix doesn't judge him by who he was before, but rather by who he is today.

Just a few days ago, a seemingly harmless question about whether Felix could chip in for Ace’s plane tickets derailed into a serious conversation, with Ace sitting Felix down and making him swear to never give him a significant sum of money or gift him anything valuable that could be returned. There was always a part of Ace that would crave the thrill of gambling and the risk of relapsing increased significantly if he had easy money lying around—no matter if he knew said money was meant for rent, bills, or a plane ticket.

Felix was silent for a long time after that revelation. Ace tried to joke it off and desperately switch the subject, but after Felix quietly stood and pulled him into his arms, Ace just slumped against him and exhaled a long and shaky breath. Neither of them had to use words, because the meaning was clear:

Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for understanding me. Thank you for being here.

“Biological weapon acquired!” Ace strolls up to Felix with a grin, holding a cardboard plate with a crepe and two forks sticking out of it.

Felix probably shouldn't be making heart eyes at a man in full neon carrying a glorified candy pancake, but he does. 

Ace steers them to an unoccupied table and hands Felix his fork. They proceed to eat a few bites in expectant silence.

“It’s good,” Ace says, clearly surprised. “Why is it good!?”

“It’s way too sweet,” Felix complains. He still keeps eating the crepe.

“Let’s just agree that after three mugs of wine we’re too drunk to know better,” Ace says.

“Speak for yourself, you lightweight.”

“Well excuse me for not being six-foot-two and born with German beer in my veins!”

Felix snorts and proceeds to almost choke on his bite, then bows his head to wheeze quietly instead.

“That’s it, no more Kinder for you,” Ace says, holding the plate protectively against himself. “I should have known that shit is like crack to Germans. No wonder it’s banned in the States.”

Felix wheezes harder and has to lean against the table for support, his shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter. He dimly registers someone muttering, “What the fuck is wrong with that guy?” in German, but he really can’t bring himself to care.

When Felix has somewhat collected himself and looks up, Ace is smiling smugly at him around a forkful of crepe.

“Drink?” Ace asks, pushing his mug closer to Felix’s empty one over the table.

Felix nods and accepts the item, and in quiet understanding they turn to stand side by side and look over the market while Ace polishes off the crepe and Felix finishes his drink.

He enjoys these moments of silence between them just as much as the usual back-and-forth or long conversations at the campfire. Felix knows that they still have a lot to figure out when it comes to adjusting back to a normal life, with the logistics and long distance and Felix's daughter. But instead of the existential dread that’s plagued Felix for most of his life, these days he only feels a deep calm when thinking about the future.

Things have been so much easier when there’s a constant in his life, something that’s not dependent on Felix's career or family name. And every time Felix wakes from a nightmare or starts second-guessing himself on whether all that horrible shit really happened, he just has to listen to Ace snoring next to him or touch one of the numerous lucky charms he insists on showering Felix with.

Ace is tangible proof that Felix went through hell and came out stronger for it. He’s been Felix's anchor for years and even when he’s across the world, Felix still feels just as grounded as he does with Ace right by his side.

Ace glances at Felix and catches him looking—Felix has been watching him for quite some time instead of observing the market—and he quirks an eyebrow as he tosses the empty plate in a nearby bin. 

“You’re staring again,” Ace says. “Are you gonna keep nagging about my jacket?”

In response, Felix simply leans closer, then hesitates and searches Ace's eyes. Understanding dawns on Ace’s features before his mouth splits into a bright smile, and then he’s grabbing Felix by the lapels of his jacket and pulling him down for a kiss.

Ace’s nose is cold where it bumps into Felix’s cheek but his lips are warm, stained with chocolate and mulled wine and soft against Felix’s. Felix cups Ace’s head and sinks into the gentle press of their mouths, simply enjoying the closeness.

Felix doesn't care if people are watching. He doesn’t care if someone sees him with a man or thinks they’re being inappropriate. He doesn’t care that they still have many challenges to face. For the first time ever, Felix knows exactly what he wants to do with his life and he’s going to do everything in his power to get it.

Starting with kissing the man he loves in the most crowded place in all of Coburg, apparently.

Ace is trembling when they pull apart. Felix could flatter himself by thinking his kissing prowess was enough to make him weak in the knees, but the truth is that the weather must finally be catching up to Ace.

And he still won't admit it, the stubborn idiot.

“You know,” Felix starts, brushing his thumb over the stubble on Ace’s cheek. “There’s a pub I like just down the street. Why don’t we go and warm up for a little while?”

“Oh, thank god,” Ace groans and thumps his forehead against Felix’s shoulder. “I’m fucking freezing and this supposedly famous wine really isn’t all that great.”

“You could have told me you were cold.”

Ace pulls back enough to give him a defiant stare. “And listen to your ‘For the love of god, Ace, I told you five times to bring a scarf’ all the way home? Not a chance.”

“I would never,” Felix says. Ace huffs a disbelieving snort, and Felix can’t suppress his smile as he continues, “Because I told you at least ten times and also asked you to bring gloves, and a thicker jacket, and—”

“Okay, okay!” Ace exclaims. “Christ, the word Besserwisser was probably coined just for you, wasn’t it?”

Felix chuckles and reaches into his pocket for the knit cap he bought earlier. He was planning to wrap it and gift it properly another day, but practicality usually trumps sentimentality where Felix is concerned.

“Here,” Felix says, holding out the item. “Merry Christmas.”

Ace stares at the hat while most likely silently judging both its cliché reindeer pattern and questionable orange-brown color scheme.

“It’s traditional Bangladeshi reindeer,” Felix deadpans.

“Thank you,” Ace finally says slowly, then puts on the hat. “How do I look?”

Felix tries not to laugh as he takes in the sight. The cap somehow looks even worse when it’s worn because of the pattern stretching and distorting. The price tag also still dangles loosely from the too-big pompom on top, and the muted orange and brown somehow makes the neon of Ace’s jacket pop out even more obnoxiously.

“Fucking hideous,” Felix concludes.

Ace barks out a laugh and Felix chuckles too. Despite Felix’s harsh words, they’re both leaning into each other, Ace’s arms wrapping around Felix’s waist and Felix gently tucking a few errant strands of gray hair into the cap.

“Good,” Ace says, then looks up to meet Felix’s eyes with an overly exaggerated pout. “Now hold me, I’m cold.”

Felix smiles and slings an arm over Ace’s shoulders to pull him even closer. “Come on. It's not far.”

Ace lets himself be led to a quiet pub around the street corner, insisting on paying for their drinks while apologizing for not having anything to gift Felix in return. Felix maybe gets a little sappy and confesses that just having him here is the best gift of all, and in response Ace tugs him into a corner booth and kisses him longer and deeper than is probably appropriate.

And despite the cold and crowd and fashion hiccups along the way, this year’s Christmas market will remain Felix’s favorite for a long, long time.

Or at least until next year when they no doubt visit it again.

Thanks for reading! 💞 Ace’s outfit is from his leaked winter skin, because it’s tacky and I love it. (Minus the headpiece. What the fuck is that beard.)