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[worldsover]

An Unusual Coverage ft. Heejin

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Your girlfriend Heejin is DONE with not using condoms—wait a second... not?

Heejin’s lips on yours mean this is a good day, even if there’s a pout on them that you can taste. She had a bad day at work so that one kiss to cheer her up leads to two cups of lukewarm tea on the coffee table before you. You run your hands over her bared waist, tank top riding up her torso, as her body rubs up against you. Between deep kisses where Heejin’s tongue swirls against yours, and the wet spot growing on her panties, you think you know where this is going.

After pulling away when her teeth sink into your bottom lip, you say, "Needy girl. I know what’ll make you feel better, a load inside you."

But how can you predict Heejin? She hesitates; you've never seen that. "Y-you’re right, it does… but that’s not what I want right now."

Perplexed, you pause your ministrations, hands stilling on her waist. "You don’t?"

Heejin's eyes widen and she rushes to reassure you. "No, no, I do, I do." Soft kisses. "You know what a cum slut I am, Daddy. Come here, let me feel you. Mmh." This kiss isn’t as soft, not when her hand goes for your hardening bulge.

You kiss her back hungrily, your desire reigniting, but pull back when she still seems hesitant. "But what?"

"Another time..." Heejin looks away shyly. This is the cutest girl on earth, you reckon, but dishonest, not so shy when her digits are still pants-bound.

You give a singular laugh-scoff. "Really? I'm just surprised, you've never turned down a creampie before."

She sighs. "You're gonna harp on this? Alright, I get it." Heejin sits up straight, patting her thighs. "Sit up, let me get on my favorite seat."

You smile as you comply, shifting positions so she can straddle you properly. Heejin cups your face. "I want your cum," she says, her voice dropping to a needy whisper. "Of course I want your cum."

Whatever the conversation was, is, or will be, your hands are directed towards her tits by natural intervention, taking inventory and stock of the perfect perky shape over the thin fabric of her top.

"God, squeeze my tits, yes, they’re yours, play with them. Fuck, what was I saying?" Her moans become more and more wanton as you knead and tease her nipples. "Mm, right, your cum. You give me so much of it. It’s so hot, three, four loads every time we fuck—"

"Yeah, you’re fucking Heejin, have you looked in a mirror? I could give you the world."

"No, you’re the one fucking Neejinie,” she says, laughing, and you laugh too, giving her a peck on the forehead as her head falls into your neck. "You’re the sweetest, Daddy." She looks back up, steeling herself into something serious, even when it’s never that serious. "But… I need more cum."

You raise an eyebrow. "So you wanna kill me then."

"A little bit." She giggles. "I just... I want to be absolutely filthy with your cum. Utterly covered and filled by it until I'm dripping everywhere. All my holes, every inch of my skin." Heejin leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "I want you to make me look like a used cum rag, while I fingerfuck your seed into my pussy."

Your mouth goes dry at Heejin's filthy words, cock straining against your pants. "Need it that bad?" you rasp.

"Mhm, that bad." Heejin purrs. She leans back and rummages in her purse, pulling out a strip of condoms with a sly grin.

"Condoms?" Haven't used those in a long time.

"Yes, Daddy,” she says, her face all serious again. "Pants off. Now."

You quickly comply, shucking off your pants and boxers as Heejin strips out of her clothes. There’s always going to be a little drool, a little open jaw when you witness her adorable tits ever so slightly recoiling as she tugs off her tanktop, or witness her underwear ever so slightly sticking to her pussy as she slides them down her legs, or witness the overall damn-near hourglass figure of the most beautiful woman you've ever laid your eyes upon.

Now on her knees, Heejin tears open a condom wrapper with her teeth, and she's still an expert at rolling it down your shaft with her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks you. Electric pleasure zings through you as she takes extracurricular kittenish licks, slathering her saliva and tongue all over your latex-covered cock. It's a surprisingly colorful blue. When she pulls off with a pop, a string of spit connects her lips to the tip.

"You remember how to do that?"

She huffs indignantly. "Yeah, Daddy, I think I’ve had more than enough practice with your pretty cock." Heejin gives it a few pecks, eyes filled with love, then starts suckling on the tip. Before you can stop her, her head is bobbing up and down your length.

Your hands tangle in Heejin's hair as she works your cock, her tongue swirling expertly around the latex-covered shaft. With a groan, you gently pull her off before things escalate too quickly. "Easy there, needy girl," you tease. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you?"

"Huh? Oh." Heejin blushes, realizing she got carried away worshipping your cock as she is wont to do. "Right. Y-you should do that. Fuck me. Now."

With your fingers still in her hair, you get up and guide Heejin to lie back on the couch. While you can appreciate every position—doggystyle lets you spank Heejin’s round ass; cowgirl turns her an insatiable wildcat riding you with abandon—there’s something intimate about missionary, the way you can watch expressions flicker across her face. As you position above her, her arms wrap around your neck and pull you in the way that every component of Heejin feels like an inescapable event horizon. Her eyes are glassy with lust, yet there's a sincerity in them that roots you to the moment more than any physical sensation ever could.

"Make me forget everything, Daddy," she murmurs. "Fuck the thoughts out of my head. I only wanna think about your cock."

"With pleasure," you murmur, kissing her deeply. Your cock slides easily between her folds; the girl is always ready for you. "You’re so fucking wet. What an eager slut."

"F-for your cock," Heejin gasps as you push in, her pussy squeezing tight around your shaft, and the condom isn't doing much for your stamina with how good this girl feels around you, a feeling that you've missed ever since she let you raw-dog. "God, it's so fucking big, it always stretches me out so good," she babbles. As much as you love the deep sound of her voice, her talking dirty like that will expedite the moment too much for you, so you kiss her to shut her up. It doesn’t work.

Heejin moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around you and holding you close, her body moving in time with yours. "So perfect, Daddy, so perfect. Promise me, promise me that from now on every time you get hard for me, you'll fuck one of my holes and give me your cum."

You don't understand how you'll do that with a condom. But, "I promise," you reply, breathless, and Heejin rewards you by pulling you in for another hungry kiss."I'll give you my cum whenever, wherever you want it."

"Good," she says, your cock sliding in and out. "Let's use condoms from now on, okay?"

You pull back. "What? I thought you liked it better when I fill you up, baby? You've always been such a cum hungry slut." Your hands roam down to her tits and play with her sensitive nipples, making Heejin gasp and arch her back.

"Nngh, I'm still going to collect your cum, Daddy."

You stop entirely, even though Heejin bucks her hips to grind on you. "What?"

She giggles. "I want you to fuck me, fill up the condom, then toss it onto me." The image that forms in your head makes you dizzy. "Is it just me, or does that turn you on?"

"God," you groan, snapping back into motion. "That's pretty tempting."

"Good." Heejin moans, holding onto your arm as you ram into her. "Anywhere, my tits, my ass, my thighs, my face. Like I'm just your cum dumpster"

You're pounding her hard, now, the couch creaking in protest. Your hand's in her hair. Your hand's around her neck. Your hand's groping her tits. You're a fucking caveman, who needs to feel every part of Heejin, every part of this woman who loves you so much that she'll let you treat her like a filthy cum rag.

"Please, Daddy," she begs, her voice rising to a high pitch. "I'm close. Cum in me. Fill me up with your cum." You can tell she’s close, her walls convulsing around your shaft, her eyes glazed over, her hands gripping the couch cushions for dear life.

"I'm gonna cum," you growl, fucking her harder and faster, the tip of your cock kissing her cervix. "I'm gonna fill you up."

The condom does little to dull the sensations of her tight pussy squeezing around you as she cums, and it's only a matter of time until you cum after, filling the condom to the brim. As you gingerly unsheathe your shaft, Heejin's hand darts out and snaps it off your cock, and she giggles at the weight of it and tosses it between her tits; it looks like it's meant to be there as if all the lingerie in the world could never compare to the sight of a well-filled condom. You lean down and kiss Heejin, your hand stroking her face tenderly.

"Fuck, I love you," you breathe.

"I love you too," she replies, and Heejin's smile is more innocent than anything you've seen today. Reaching for your shaft, she teases, "You have another load to give me, right?"

"Always," you growl, and after she fits another condom over your cock (you note this one's red), you plunge inside, and Heejin's moans fill the air once more. As you pound into Heejin's tight pussy, the filled condom on her tits starts leaking and dribbling down her body, coating her skin with your thick cream, and the sight of her covered in your cum is so hot you can't help but fuck her even harder. Heejin is incoherent, babbling nonsense, and you kiss her neck as you whisper, "You're so hot, Heejin."

"Your cum, your cum," Heejin chants, her hands groping at your back, her hips grinding up into yours. "Give me, give me. Use me. Use my pussy." She's drooling now, eyes rolled back, and you're not far from it either.

This round is shorter, and the two of you are too busy kissing to notice you've reached your limit until you're cumming into the condom, and you both gasp in surprise. You pull out, and Heejin's eyes glint with the same mischief as you hear the snapping sound. Then, the condom is tossed onto her stomach, and she sighs happily at her burgeoning collection.

You kiss and caress each other for a few minutes. "That was amazing," you finally say, your thumb brushing Heejin's cheek.

She looks beautiful, her face flushed and her hair messy. Two used condoms adorn her body like trophies; she ties off both of them.

"Wow. You like it that much, huh?" You chuckle. You've never had a girl this kinky, and it's a good thing that she's your one and only.

"Of course I do. That wasn't just dirty talk, silly," she laughs. "You should go to bed, Daddy. You'll be busy tomorrow, what with all the condoms you'll be filling for me."

***

"That was a crazy night, wasn't it?" you say, as you and Heejin walk to the car.

"Hah! Yeah, it was," Heejin giggles, squeezing your hand. You've been dating for three years, now, but you still blush when you hold hands with her. She's just too cute. "It was fun, though."

"Definitely." You unlock the car, and Heejin hops in the passenger seat.

As you slide in, Heejin says, "I'm so glad I got to try that out. But anyway...." Her tone sounds like she’s dropping the subject, so you move on.

You're in her workplace's parking lot, opening the door for her. "Hopefully, work's better."

She steps out of the car, and you swiftly give her a cheeky cheek kiss. "Thank you." While getting out, she drops her purse on the floor.

"Whoa, careful." You laugh, reaching down to get her purse.

When you get up, you notice her panties hanging on the strap. Two cum-filled condoms are tied off and dangling from the band, swaying in the breeze.

You blink. "Uh... Heejin?"

She smirks. "I told you. It wasn't just dirty talk."

***

This is the second time you've seen the women's bathroom inside Heejin's workplace. The first, of course, is when you railed Heejin over the sink and added three new trophies (as she calls them). You can tell she's put a lot of thought into this, each new condom a new color. It's starting to become a cream-filled rainbow. The second time is in these pictures, of her touching herself inside a stall, filthy jewelry around her waist, and it's making the grueling late night at your own office a little bit more exciting. The last picture of her pussy is dripping with her wetness and your seed; she texted to tell you that she couldn't help herself from opening a condom and using the cum to lube herself as she masturbated. "I couldn't help myself. I needed to get more of your seed inside me, Daddy."

"Stop teasing," you text back. "Or I'm gonna end up having to jack off at work, and only horny weirdos jack off at work."

"Hey! Meanie!" Her reply comes instantly. "But you're right. Don't waste a drop, or I'll be disappointed. I want as many loads as possible."

You sigh and go back to work, the ache in your cock making it difficult to focus.

After an hour and re-sobered mind, a knock on your office door. You sigh. You thought you were the last person left here, and you don't want any more tasks to do.

Your smile when you open the door. "Baby?"

Heejin's standing outside, holding two takeout boxes and looking at you with those big eyes of hers. She's in her work clothes, and while her blouse is not as revealing as the tanktop she'd worn yesterday, her skirt still does wonders for her legs. Of course, you know what's underneath the skirt, and your cock twitches. Down boy. Heejin's carrying food, and she'll get upset if you don't let her feed you. "Hi! I got us some food. I figured you might not have eaten, so..."

"How can I love you anymore than I already do?" You laugh, taking the food from her and setting it down on the table. "I was just about to wrap up, actually, so we can eat together. Come in, come in."

Heejin smiles sweetly, stepping past the threshold, and shutting the door. "Actually, I have another surprise for you, first." Her voice is low and sultry.

"Of course. You and your ulterior motives." You raise your eyebrows, and Heejin laughs.

"Guilty," she giggles, stepping closer and closer to you until she can wrap her arms around your neck. "You know what I want, don't you?"

You chuckle. "I'd be an idiot if I didn't."

"Did you know..." She pulls out one of the condoms from under her skirt. "I kept this one in my purse for emergencies? And whenever I miss you, and miss your cock, I just pick it up and..." She leans in, whispering in your ear. "I suck on it. I can still taste your cum and my juices from last night."

"You're so fucking dirty." You kiss her hard, pushing her against the wall. Her lips mold to yours as if they were made to, her tongue swirling against yours, and her teeth nibbling your lower lip.

"God, you're so hard," she whispers. "Lucky you have a slut right here to take care of it."

You pull back, and Heejin smirks at you, her fingers trailing down your chest to the bulge in your pants. She presses her palm against your cock, rubbing it, and you groan. She smiles wider.

"You still have work to do," she says. "Why don't you sit back down and finish up?"

"Tease," you mutter. Heejin laughs, and she kisses your forehead before pushing you back down into your chair. You look back at her expectantly and she just stares at you. "Really? You can wait."

"Mmm." Heejin motions toward your computer. "I'll be fine."

You shake your head. "Alright. If you say so." Trying your best to clear your mind of the gorgeous girl in front of you, you turn back to your computer and start to type.

It takes you a few minutes to focus, and just when you're getting in the groove of things, you feel Heejin's hand on your thigh. You look down, and she's kneeling in between your legs, looking up at you with her big brown eyes, her hand on your thigh inching upward. There it is. You knew this girl couldn't hold back. "I've been thinking," she purrs.

You gulp. "About?"

Her hand reaches your belt, and her fingers deftly undo the buckle. "About sucking you off under this desk, since I am your cum whore," she says matter-of-factly, as if she's discussing the weather.

"Yeah, you are." You lean back and place your hands behind your head, but then Heejin tuts at you.

"Daddy, you should really focus on your work."

You laugh, but comply, returning your attention to the screen. "Okay, okay. Do whatever you want."

Heejin unzips your pants and pulls your cock out of the slit of your boxers, and you can feel the ghost of her breath against your skin, making it twitch. "You're already so hard," she says. The temptation to touch her, to stroke her hair, to grab each side of her head and skull fuck her ethereal face, is overwhelming. "It's already leaking and everything. I'm going to miss feeling how your cum fills my throat. But... I'll make do."

Heejin is the devil, pretending she's an angel while saying that, licking that leaking cockhead. She pulls out another fresh condom from her bag; tearing it open, it’s a pretty green color. You try to keep your composure as Heejin rolls the green condom onto your cock with her mouth, slow, steady, torturous. The devil, already killing you, is trying to send you to heavenly hell. When the condom is snug on your shaft, she gags as she goes another inch deeper, and your cock throbs and you almost lose it right then and there. But she pulls back before that, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Get back to work, Daddy," she says when she notices you staring (because of course, you're staring), "or else I'm edging you all night. Then again, if that means this one's going to be even more full than usual, I wouldn't mind." She winks, her hand stroking the rubber encasing your shaft, and you shudder, but return to typing, even though you're sure the email you're writing is a ChatGPT-esque mess of gibberish.

You're trying your hardest to get this fucking work done, but it's impossible. The condom can't hide the warmth, the softness of her tongue, the way her cheeks hollow as she sucks you off, her head bobbing up and down on your lap. When her lips stretched around your girth hit the root of your shaft, the tip poking the entrance of her throat, you can see her eyes watering, but she doesn't gag this time, only sucks, and sucks, and sucks. Heejin's hand reaches around your waist and squeezes your ass, and you have to bite back a moan as she fondles your cheek. Your fingers are hovering over the keyboard. You haven't typed anything in the last three minutes.

Heejin giggles, her hand coming back to cup your balls, massaging them in rhythm to her bobbing. Each bounce of her head comes with more and more sticky throat slime coating the latex. Your hips are asking to move, like this blowjob could be misconstrued as anything but throatfucking at this point, Heejin actively pushing herself down and up your shaft.

When she needs a break, and lord knows you need it equally bad, Heejin's tongue swirls around your ballsack, licks up the length, and then swirls around your cockhead. "You're doing so well, Daddy," she says. A long smooch here at the tip, where you can see a decent amount of pre in the green rubber. Her hand strokes your length, the latex sheathe creating a smooth glide. "You're gonna give me a nice big load, aren't you?" Heejin kisses the tip again, then places her tongue flat against your shaft and laps at it, like she's trying to clean off your precum through the rubber.

You let out a choked gasp. "Y-yes. Of course. Just—"

You're panting, you can feel your orgasm coming to a boil. Heejin seems to know it because she wraps her lips around the tip of your cock and starts suckling on it.

This knock on the door makes your heart drop. You can pretend you're not here, but then you're certain whoever it is will just barge in.

Heejin's lips don't even waver; if anything, her mouth is working faster, trying to get you to cum. "Come in," Heejin calls out cheerily, her voice slightly muffled. Your eyes bug out, and you're about to push her off, but she takes you down to the base again.

"Is that Heejin?" your Haseul asks. "Let me come in and say hi!" She opens the door and frowns slightly. "Oh, where is she?"

"Th-that was a phone call." You're sweating. You're shaking. You're trying not to cum in your boss' boss' presence. "She's heading out, actually. Just hung up." You're hoping to whatever god that Haseul doesn't step around the table and see a beautiful, slutty head bobbing on your lap. "Did you need something?"

You're getting closer, and the only sign of Heejin's acknowledgment of this precarious situation is a giggle that reverberates around your cock, and you're going to cum.

"Oh, she's a funny girl. It sounded like she was talking with her mouth full." Haseul laughs.

"Yeah, that's Heejin." God, your orgasm's cresting. You need to cum. "Hah, I guess you can say that."

"Hey, are you okay?" Haseul asks.

You grab Heejin's hair to stop her, but she just hollows her cheeks and continues suckling. "Yep. Great. Great as a late night can be."

"Totally. In the same boat. Well, I don't wanna take up too much of your time..."

So that means for the next ten minutes, you're listening to Haseul drone on while you're on edge. This is the worst edging session of your life, but the only thing you can do is pray that you can get through this alive. Unable to hold off the horny little devil sucking on your shaft, Heejin restarts the momentum of the blowjob. If Haseul sees the slight bobbing, she doesn't mention it. Maybe this is where being known for being restless is good. Heejin's mouth feels like it's sucking your soul straight out of your dick. It's all too much. You're going to cum, you're going to cum, you're going to cum.

"You sure you okay?" Haseul steps closer. Every single part of your body is screaming to..."You look like you're about to explode. Did I do something? I'm sorry if—"

"No, no, no, Haseul!" You wave your hands wildly. "You didn't do anything! I'm just a little sick!" You give a performative cough."I shouldn't have come to the office! I should've just stayed home, and—"

"Hey, I get it. We all do crazy things for the grind. You're a real trooper." Reaching over the desk, her hand rests on your shoulder, and you shiver, not in pleasure, not in fear, but in pure shock that Heejin hasn't stopped sucking you. You can feel the condom straining to contain your load. "You should go home. I'm sure they can finish it tomorrow."

"I'm fine!" you croak. You're not fine.

Haseul laughs, but she gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze, and you tense up, worried that Heejin is going to gag, or Haseul will look down, and then it's game over. "I'll take care of it," she says. "You need to go home, rest. I'm not asking." Her eyes are kind. "I'm sure Heejin would want you to. You're a good man."

There's someone else not asking. And she's on her knees, taking, and you brace against the desk, feeling it start to erupt from your core. No. She sucks harder, her lips stretching around your cock even tighter, her tongue circling your glans, and you finally explode into the condom as your entire body shudders, and you drive into Heejin’s throat, a silent scream rising in your chest. The condom is filled with what must be the thickest, stickiest, hottest cum of your life. Haseul's still holding her shoulder as you geyser away, shutting your eyes and biting your tongue and putting your whole face in your palm while your every muscle tenses. You must look like a raving lunatic.

"Oh! What was that?" Haseul asks, innocently.

"Nothing. Nothing. Noth..." You're panting. "No offense, can you step outside for like five minutes, I just need to... My head... ow."

"I'm so sorry!" Haseul steps back immediately. "I should've taken the hint! Take your time."

"Thank you," you manage as the last dribbles of your orgasm fill the condom. You can feel Heejin smug as she gently sucks whatever remains of that orgasm. Your cock's so fucking sensitive now.

As soon as the door closes and footsteps recede in the distance, Heejin lifts her head off your lap, smacking her lips obnoxiously.

"Wow," Heejin grins."She's so sweet."

Your brain is filled with fog.

Her breath tickles your sensitive shaft and sends pleasurable chills up and down your body. "That was hot as fuck, wasn't it?" Heejin asks. Maybe. Maybe not. What just happened. You respond with nothing. Heejin grabs her phone from her bag and types away. "There. She'll leave us alone now."

"What?"

Heejin giggles. "God, this one looks especially full." She slides the condom off using tightly sealed lips, and you have to watch it slowly slip from your shaft. When it falls into her hands, instead of tying it up as routine, she brings it to her lips."Sorry Daddy, this one looks too good not to..."

"You're really gonna—"

"Yup!" Heejin takes the condom in her mouth and lets the opening unfurl onto her tongue. The sticky white fluid that drips out pools in the back of her throat, her jaw stretched to flaunt. While the rubbery sheathe gets thinner and emptier, Heejin swishes the sperm around. It looks like a one-man bukkake inside Heejin's mouth.

"You're such a nasty slut."

With a smirk, her mouth shuts. Her lips curl over it as she gulps and swallows with a noisy gulp. Her cheeks bulge and her neck is visibly working. You watch as the entirety of your cum is swallowed. She opens her mouth wide again, tongue lolled out, to show off her hard work."Ahh. All clean. Don't pretend you don't love it." Heejin pouts. "Aw, man. I can't add this one to the others."

"Here, give me that." You take the sloppy condom from Heejin's hand, and she lets you, a little surprised, a little curious as you place it on the corner of your desk.

"What are you doing?"

You're thankful Haseul is gone by now; otherwise, she'd catch a cum-covered green condom on your desk corner, and a Heejin grinding on it like she was going to get pregnant from that thing. Now there's a video you'll watch over and over. Heejin makes for the cutest squirmer. Her little whimpers and gasps are endearing, and the neediness with which she rubs her cunt against the condom will probably turn into your go-to material when Heejin's too busy at work.

***

Hybrid work is great. You're thankful Haseul gave you the green light for remote work whenever you need it. While you wish Heejin's company gave her the same luxury, you realize that would likely lead to an extreme lack of productivity, even if no one else knew what exactly was happening.

It would lead to days like this.

"Hey babe, welcome back!" Heejin runs up to you as soon as you walk through the door, and you wrap your arms around her and kiss her forehead. She's in the middle of getting dressed, a bra on her chest and her panties on her bottom, and she smells like fresh soap and a hint of sweat, like she just did a bit of manual labor. Her body is soft and warm against yours, and her hair tickles your neck. "How was work?" she asks, pulling back from you.

"Same as usual." You shrug off your backpack, setting it on a table, and Heejin's eyes light up as you unzip the front pocket.

"I have something new for you."

"Oh yeah?"

Heejin brings you to your office and you find a fancy new standing desk. You were just talking about wanting one now that you'll be working at home more often.

"You're the best. I love you." You pull her in and kiss her on the mouth, and Heejin eagerly kisses back, her arms wrapping around your neck.

When you break away, she looks up at you and grins. "You know, I didn't just get this for ergonomics." She drags you by the hand to the side. "Check it out." That's when you realize this woman has corrupted your office space. Your laptop (not the work one, thank goodness) is opened to a tab of some porn video. There are condoms and lube bottles on the side, as well as an empty box. Heejin giggles as you gape at her.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Is it not obvious what I'm going for?"

"How am I gonna get work done with this?"

"Easy." Heejin points to the gap between the desk and where you're standing. "You stand here, and I'll crawl underneath and just lie down, with my ass up in the air, and you can just fuck my pussy like a fleshlight whenever you need to jerk off. It's perfect."

"Hah. Work, though."

"I'll be good!" Heejin gives her best puppy-dog eyes, and you can feel yourself melting at the sight of her pout. "I'll try not to moan, and I won't cum unless you let me. Let me show you."

Heejin gets underneath the desk, bending over like a gymnast and grabbing her ankles. Though she's wearing a casual home dress, you're easily reminded how flexible and athletic Heejin's body is, her thighs and ass toned from her years of dancing.

"You can use my holes whenever you want." She wiggles her ass at you. "And when you're done, I'll take your cum. See? Make a deposit in the cum bank." Her laughter turns to a squeal as you swat her ass. The noise echoes throughout your home office space. "How does that sound?"

You respond by tugging her dress up to her hips and pulling her panties down to her thighs. Heejin shivers and lets out a little sigh, her pussy already dripping wet. "God, you're so hot," you murmur. You rest your cock between the snug crevice of her ass while you get the computer ready, a browser full of porn tabs ready to be explored. Heejin's ass is so soft against the underside of your shaft, and you can feel your cock twitch as you start rubbing against her.

You click through a couple of porn videos before settling on a petite woman with a tight body and a big rack, getting fucked from behind in a POV perspective. Heejin giggles. "Ooh, I think I recognize that one Daddy. Her ass is cute, isn't it? Are you going to jerk off your cock with my holes imagining they’re hers?" You pop a condom onto your cock and slide in. Heejin's pussy feels like heaven, as always, but you're not sure how long you'll last, given the circumstances.

"Yours is better," you say. "But I don't mind spicing it up."

The woman in the video is moaning and squealing and screaming about the cock pounding into her pussy. Heejin is doing her best to stay quiet, but you can hear her breathing heavily and whimpering with every thrust.

You squeeze Heejin's asscheek. "Cocksleeves don't talk, remember?"

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm trying... you just get so, fuck, fucking deep..." she moans. "I can feel you all the way in my cunt." You give her ass a firm smack. "Fuck! Sorry Daddy, I promise, I promise I'll be good." She's still whimpering, but you can tell she's trying her best. God, you're not gonna last long.

You grab Heejin's hips, pulling her back onto your cock with each thrust. Her tight, warm, wet pussy feels amazing around your cock. She's still whimpering and moaning, but she's trying her best to keep it down. It doesn't take long before you feel yourself about to cum. With a groan, you slam into Heejin one last time, your cock twitching inside her as you cum, and you can feel the condom filling up.

You stay like that for a few moments, panting, before pulling out. Heejin whimpers as you do, her pussy clenching around your cock. You take a moment to catch your breath, then tie off the used condom, and drop it on the small of Heejin's back.

"Thank you, Daddy." Heejin sounds like she's in a daze.

You give her no respite, opening another video and feeling inspired. This is a much rougher one, the man in the video holding the woman's arms behind her back and brutally slamming his cock into her asshole. You decide that you want to try that, grabbing another condom and lubing it up thoroughly. Heejin gasps as you plunge into her asshole and pull her arms back, and you start fucking her, hard.

"Daddy!"

You yank her hair. "Be a quiet anal fleshlight, or you're not getting any cum today."

"Yes Daddy," Heejin moans, but her words cut off in a squeal as you yank on her hair again. This time, Heejin tries her hardest to stay quiet, and you're impressed at how well she manages, despite the rough treatment you're giving her ass, her hair in a ponytail that you're using as a rein to control her. You can feel Heejin's tight hole clenching around you, and you know she's getting close. Just as she's about to cum, you pull out, leaving her unsatisfied.

"Daddy..." She whimpers, and you can hear her pouting. "Please, I was so close..."

"On your knees." The sudden command is met with no resistance from Heejin. She immediately crawls out from under the desk, her dress still bunched up at her waist, her panties still around her thighs. You slap your condom-covered dick against her cheek. "Clean my cock, slut." You grab her by the hair and shove her face down onto your cock, your other hand holding the base of your shaft. Heejin doesn't even blink, just starts sucking on the rubber-covered shaft, no care in the world about the taste of her own ass. She moans around it as she cleans it off, her eyes closed, looking content. You let her suckle for a while, before pulling out and yanking her back to her feet by the hair.

"Are you gonna use me again like a fucktoy? Jerk off using my asshole?" Her eyes glimmer at the prospect.

"No. Get on all fours. I'm done with porn for now, I wanna use my anal fucktoy properly."

You don't need to ask twice. Heejin gets on the floor and arches her back, her ass up and her head down, presenting herself to you. You close the laptop and then squeeze lube between Heejin's ass cheeks. She shudders.

"You have some incredible ideas, but sometimes I just prefer to fuck my girlfriend." You plunge into her and Heejin squeals in delight. "God, you're so tight," you groan, starting to pound her ass. "I can't get enough of you."

"Thank you Daddy, thank you!" She moans. "God yes, fuck me, use my tight little ass, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours. Use it whenever you want." You're fucking her harder and faster now, her tight asshole squeezing your cock, and Heejin is folding and buckling under the sheer force of your thrusts, her hands and face pressed into the floor. You really don't need much time, as Heejin's ass is so tight and hot, and it doesn't take long before you're cumming into the condom with a loud groan.

When you pull out, Heejin collapses face-down into the floor, her ass sticking up, her asshole gaping and twitching around the emptiness.

"Looks like that asshole is begging for cum." You peel the cum-filled condom off your cock, and Heejin looks back at you. She must be thinking what you're thinking. You take the opening of the condom and pour it into her ass, and Heejin gasps then moans as you watch it trickle into her gaping hole.

"That feels... so good, Daddy." Her voice is slurred. She's barely coherent. "So good."

You watch the cum dribble down her thighs, and you reach down and spread Heejin's ass open so you can watch more of your seed disappear into her tight, gaping asshole until the condom is empty and Heejin's ass is dripping with your cum. When you let go of her ass, you slap it and Heejin jumps. "Stay there. I'll get some water for you."

As you leave the room, Heejin giggles, her face pressed against the carpet of your office. "Mmm, thank you. I'll stay nice and still for you."

You return to the sight of a beautiful woman, still in the same position as when you left except with two fingers in her pussy, two down her cream-lubed asshole.

***

Usually, you awake to the sound of your morning alarm. This is not the case today. Instead, you are rudely (or rather, kindly) awakened by Heejin slurping and sucking on your cock.

"Goo' morning," Heejin greets you, her voice muffled. "I was waiting for you to wake up. Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

You rub your eyes and squint to look at your phone while Heejin nurses on your cockhead like it's a lollipop. "Yeah, you told me before. What time is it, babe? Are we gonna be late?"

"It's six." Heejin pouts. "We have plenty of time. We just won't be able to take our time, that's all." She kisses the head of your dick. "I think we'll be fine. Let me just get a couple of loads from you and then I'll get ready."

You sigh. You can never resist her. And, you suppose, it is nice waking up to Heejin sucking your cock.

"You like my collar, Daddy?" She smirks, looking up at you with big puppy dog eyes, and bats her lashes. The leather choker has a large silver hoop on it. "I figured it'd be a good way to carry more condoms. Look!" She grabs an empty, unopened one from your side table, opens the wrapper, and slips the ring into the hoop on her collar, like a keychain. "Doesn't that look good?"

"I bet it'll look better filled."

Heejin giggles. She's back to blowing you, the rubbery condom a familiar and pleasant sensation on your shaft. "So sexy," she mumbles.

Your hands run through her hair, gripping it tightly, but you let her do the work, slurping up and down on your cock.

"Deeper."

Heejin pushes herself down further, taking it into the back of her throat, and she gags but doesn't stop. Even with a tear running down her cheek, Heejin's smile doesn't waver.

"You like choking on my cock?"

Heejin hums an affirmative.

"You like having your throat fucked?"

She gags again, but Heejin doesn't stop, and you feel yourself getting close, especially with her hands doing all sorts of work, massaging your balls and caressing the underside of your cock.

"All before we've even had breakfast."

[roeroe-world]

her noah, his wiz.

starring: aka roxxie as yaya, method man as cassius

set in 1997.

warning: use of drugs and alcohol, profane language, detailed smut, adult situations, very long and lengthy scene ahead

The beauty of a black woman is unlike any other. Graced in different shades and sizes. Ebony skin crafted perfectly in the hands of God. Their creativity is unmatched. Trendsetters to the absolute max.

We’ve all heard the saying the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice… well, it’s absolutely true. Cassius is just one of many black men whom held the proof.

His woman, Yaya, is the perfect shade of brown. A true melanated queen, a head adorned with a crown. Whatever he wanted, she was down.

No-one could replace his girl. She’s his earth, his sun, the one. Yaya is his one and only true love, truly irreplaceable. They’ve had their ups and downs but still no other bitch could replace her.

“Aye, shorty? I’m home.” Cassius enters their home, after a long day of hustling and doing what he had to do to provide for his woman. He always made sure to make it home in one piece, never wanting his woman to worry about his whereabouts although she always did.

“I’m in here, baby!” Her sweet, Trinidadian and Queens accent meets his eardrums.

A familiar aroma exiting the kitchen invades his nostrils, he rubs his hands together, knowing whatever she cooked would be bomb. More than likely, she was cooking up a Caribbean dish.

Upon entering their spacious kitchen, the sight of his woman rocking blonde tresses nearly made him drool. She must’ve got her hair done today. He loves bright colors on her because it compliments her skin tone so well.

His shorty could rock braids, curls, a mullet, Bantu knots, anything, and she’d still look good. Yaya happened to be versatile with her looks which he adores. She wasn’t a basic bitch and she’s far from average.

The ebony woman stood unapologetically in her skin tone, a frame shaped like an hourglass, and a phat ass. In his eyes, nobody is on her level— not even actress, Halle Berry.

“Damn, who you looking this good for?” He envelopes his arms around her tiny frame, a firm grip on her plump bottom as his head dips into the crook of her neck. His pink lips planting sensual kisses along her soft skin.

His infamous scent of expensive cologne and weed dancing within her nostrils, making her feel right at home.

“You. As always.” She giggles, caressing his clothed back. “How was your day?”

“Same ‘ol shit.”

Yaya didn’t question him any further. She knew he was doing his thing in the streets.

Cassius slightly backs away to give her space to open the oven door, leaning against the island and scanning her frame closely through his Versace glasses. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“So… Radiah and I went by Saks today and they had these fly ass high-heel boots. Baby, you should’ve saw ‘em— I mean, they had the cheetah print fur and leather.” Amongst opening the oven door, she sits the dish onto the table and removes the mittens off of her dainty manicured hands. “Then there was this purse. I think it was Prada or Dolce Gabbana. Bad.”

Reaching into the pocket of his baggy leather jacket, “How much money you need to go shopping?”

A bright smile creeps upon her glossy lips as she holds up her hand, showcasing the exact amount she wanted. Her dainty hand bending largely into the air.

Without a hesitation, Cassius chuckles, “I got you, baby.” He counts his cash and hands his woman a wad of money without wasting any time. Money isn’t a thing when it comes to spoiling his girl.

His wiz deserves the finer things in life.

“You always got me, baby.” She plants a loving kiss amongst his pink lips. Ain’t no nigga like the one she got.

1995. 1995 was the year, Cassius and Yaya first laid their dark brown orbs onto one another at Biggie’s concert. It was lust at first sight. A pretty face and a phat ass left him mesmerized but her aura left him hypnotized. Of course, she liked his roughneck look and thought he had it going on.

“What’s good, beautiful? I’m Cassius.” The brown dyed finger waves eccentuated her facial features. Her wine, red dress hugged her small figure as well as a pair of Jordan’s adorning her small feet.

He searched through the crowd to approach her, no longer focusing on the fact that one of his favorite rappers was performing on stage. Cassius was determined to talk to her, despite the rowdiness and ruckus occurring around them.

His hand outward for her to shake it which she does, scanning his being. His hair happened to be in a wild fro, dressed in baggy clothing and a fresh pair of Nikes. “Hello, Cassius. The name’s Yaya.” She definitely enjoyed the sight in front of her. “I’m guessing you want my number.”

Her accent caught him a bit off guard but instead he just grins, saying, “Yeah. If that’s cool with you.” She returns the grin, a grin that indicated that she was fucking with him.

For the rest of the show, they kicked it and remained in touch.

Despite the urges to want to pounce on him the moment they were finally alone for the first time, she made him work for it. Honestly, he loved every moment of it. ‘Cause it was worth it in the end. She’s worth it.

Here they were in 1997, still going strong. Cassius had been nothing short from a real nigga from the get go, fulfilling his promise to give her the world as he did. He treats her like a queen while keeping her laced in the finer things.

Despite possessing her own hard earned money, she has a man who could provide. A man whom she loves from his head to his toes. Who she’d ride for at any given moment.

He peers downward in her direction, grabbing a hold of Yaya’s left hand which held a large diamond rock on her fourth finger and intertwining their fingers, “Shit. I can’t wait to marry you.” The two staring onto one another passionately.

At times, she would often stare at her engagement ring, wondering if it was real or not. The stunning nine carat emerald cut diamond band adorned her left hand for the past four months.

New York City, it was pouring rain. The couple were enjoying their dinner at a popular luxurious restaurant in the city. Suddenly, their conversation transitioned into a heart to heart, expressing to one another how appreciative they were. But Cassius had more planned.

The palm of their hands connected as his thumb caressed the top of her hand, his raspy New York accent flowing within her eardrums. Their eyes never tearing away from one another.

“When you met me I ain’t have nothing and you didn’t have to fuck with me. But you did— no matter how much of a fucking handful I was. I wasn’t easy to deal with yet you remained solid. You stayed down, held a nigga down and helped mold me into the man I am today like no other woman could. You never folded when shit got tough and for that I ain’t got nothing but love and respect for you…”

He spoke truthfully, scanning her facial features and taking in her beauty. “Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with you or replacing what you did. You keep it real. You all I ever wanted in a woman.” Cassius meant every single word. “We got history, shorty and knowing that—” The male reaches into his pocket and bends on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

Instantaneously, her eyes bulged out of her head and she hops out of her seat without a hesitation. “Yes, Cassius, I’ll marry you!” Yaya’s high jet black ponytail bounced as she hops up and down in excitement similar to a child, smiling brightly.

A heartwarming grin amongst his pink lips, he slides the ring onto her finger and the moment he began to stand, she jumps into his arms. Their lips connecting passionately as if they were the only individuals in the establishment.

Yet, they had an entire audience, clapping and making sounds of approval for the couple.

“I can’t wait to marry you either.” Their lips connect yet again. “You hungry?” She began to make him a plate.

“Hell yeah.” He wastes no time responding, his arms enveloping her waist as he watched her.

————

The couple hopped out of Cassius’ Mercedes Benz, strolling hand in hand into the large home. Cassius’ homeboy, Derek, lived it up and hosted lavish parties. He didn’t seem to give a fuck about the white people in his neighborhood.

They could call five-o on him at any moment yet he still could care less. It’s his house and he pays the bills, no-one could tell him what to do with his household. He continued to throw parties damn near every weekend. His house is big enough.

“Aye, what’s good, Cee?!” He greets his childhood friend, their hands clapping together while bringing one another in to clap the other’s back. “Ain’t shit. This piece jumpin’.” Cassius glances around the packed mansion, slightly nodding and rapping along to the music.

“Hey, Yaya. You look good.” Derek embraces the young woman into a friendly hug which she returns. “Hi, Derek.” He so happened to be one of the few of Cassius’ friends she actually liked.

Rap music played loudly, smoke clouded the house and women were everywhere. Mobb Deep’s Quiet Storm Remix featuring Lil Kim blared throughout the speakers. It was live, for sure. Cassius and Yaya found themselves indulging in just a few drinks— more so Yaya, dancing together.

One thing about Yaya is she was going to have a drink or two or even three. She likes to drink and was already about to gulp down her fourth one.

Meanwhile, Cassius was on his third blunt of the day and only had one drink. He isn’t much of a drinker like Yaya happens to be. The only difference is he could function properly when intoxicated, she couldn’t. His baby is lightweight.

A lit blunt sat in between the male’s index and middle finger, shaking his head, “Aht, no more drinks for you, Yaya.” He garners the red cup from her hold and sits it onto a nearby table earning a pout. She couldn’t handle her liquor especially when she’s had too much to drink.

Irrational isn’t even the word to describe how she acted when often intoxicated. He didn’t like when she would drink, he never could.

“You are not my damn daddy.” Childishly, crossing her arms, Cassius doesn’t pay her actions any mind.

The smoke between his lips blows into her face carelessly, hitting her nostrils and eventually her blood stream. She’s not much of a smoker, opposed to Cassius. Though with the amount of smoke clouding her, she was already high as a kite and drunk.

His arms are lifted above his head, his tall frame swaying side to side, singing along to 112’s Cupid. Low red eyeballs piercing downward into hers as he sung the lyrics to the woman. “…And when I tell you I need you. Don’t you think that I’ll never be there, oooh,” It was so off key that the beauty found herself laughing. Her mood immediately shifting, giving into his antics.

Suddenly, she envelopes her arms around his neck and the couple began to sing off key together, even messing up a few of the lyrics along the way.

“True love won’t lie but you won’t know unless you give it try, give it try…” They sang in unison, cracking up at themselves for finishing the note terribly. “I’d rather die before I— before I lie to you,” Yaya’s other free hand swayed side to side while the other remained around his neck. “Never wanna leave, never wanna go, ah oooh— no, no, no, no, nooo, no ohh…”

Their failed attempt to hit the high note results in their laughter to double over. The woman pushes his face away playfully, claiming, “You fuckin’ up my song, nigga.” A mug present amongst her canvas.

Tossing his head backward, chuckling, his head lifts upward yet again as his tongue drags across his pink lips. “You not exactly a Mariah or a Whitney. Shit, you not even a Brandy, shorty.” She gasps in response at the insult, her stomach hurting from the amount of laughing she’d been doing all night.

“Fuck you.” The woman laughs uncontrollably.

Grinning goofily, Cassius forced his fiancée into his embrace and palms her backside. His head dipping into the crook of her neck to plant small pecks upon her skin, inhaling her sweet expensive perfume. He loves him some Yaya.

He enjoyed days like these ‘cause they weren’t always like this.

At times, they would beef for no reason. Yaya tends to get her moods and so does Cassius. They both collectively possess attitudes out of this world and at times their fights could be brutal, harsh. So it was important that the couple basked in the calmness and peacefulness, living in the moment.

They’re still very young individuals, trying to figure themselves and this thing called life out. In the midst of healing from childhood trauma, trying their absolute best to break generational curses. Not wanting to follow the same mistakes their parents made.

Though, at times, it could be unavoidable.

“Yo, Cee, let me whoop yo’ ass in pool.” That familiar raspy New York accent makes her roll her eyes. Exodus.

Cassius’ body no longer on hers and his attention averting to his homeboy, kissing his teeth playfully. “My bad for breaking up y’all little love session.” Exodus’ and Yaya’s eyes meet for a split second the moment she turns, looking him up and down quickly. “You don’t mind if I steal your cheatin’ ass nigga real quick to beat him in pool?” Despite her growing upset, she nods in approval anyways.

“Yeah, no. I don’t mind.” She and Cassius were enjoying their time together until he barged in for a game of fucking pool. Pathetic.

Chuckling, Cassius sends a loving peck to his woman’s lips, “I’ll be back, shorty.” Before leaving, his hand taps her plump backside that sat perfectly in her leather pants. “Nigga, I won that game fair and square. You just a sore loser. Fuck outta here— drinking fourties’ like it’s still the eighties or some shit.” He jokes on his friend while shoving him, the pair walking away alongside one another.

While her fiancé was gone, she decided to have another drink then came another one. As much as she was drinking, she had to use the bathroom. Upon completing what she needed to do, she found herself staring at herself in the mirror.

There she stood. Face made up to perfection with the compliments of MAC and Chanel. Expensive blonde tresses falling just below her backside. A long sleeved shirt that read Moschino in red and white letters. A pair of dark red leather pants crafted perfectly by well-known brand, Versace. As well as a pair of black heeled Chanel boots.

Her ears adorned in diamond earrings that read ‘C’ as well as an iced out chain sitting upon her breasts that spelled out her fiance’s name. Lifting her manicured left hand, the diamond band stares right back at her.

Honestly, Yaya couldn’t believe her life, at times. She’s had her fair share of boyfriends yet none of them amounted to her Cassius. Her noah.

She was with him when he had nothing, still trying to scrape and figure his finances out. Now they were living lavish, money was no longer an issue. Yaya could go shopping whenever she pleased; closet filled with designer bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry.

He promised her the world and everything in it, fulfilling every promise he made.

Despite how well he treated her and kept her looking nice, it can all grow quite overwhelming. Yaya wasn’t used to having nice things especially during her childhood.

She was born to an alcoholic mother and a crack fiend of a father whom sold their belongings for their own personal gain and habits. At times, she had to fend for herself, so it was really rough growing up.

Retail therapy became her best-friend now that she has the funds. But it wasn’t always that way. During her teenage years, alcohol became a friend of hers. That habit hadn’t seem to die since then.

Stumbling out of the spacious bathroom, she heads for the stairs while holding onto the ledge as much as she could. Her current state earned a few stares yet she continues on her way to the pool room.

Individuals surrounded the pool table, engulfed in the sight of Cassius and Exodus have a showdown. She joins the crowd, smiling slightly. Their game of pool seemed to be growing intense as Exodus threw a wad of cash onto the table, shouting, “Put your fuckin’ money where your mouth is, mothafucka.” A grin amongst his two-toned lips.

“You tryna play me again after I done beat yo’ ass for what the… second time?” He speaks arrogantly, popping his nonexistent collar several times.

Arrogance pouring over his fresh tall frame as he daps up a few individuals surrounding him. As he does so, Yaya couldn’t help to notice a trio of females standing behind him and cheering him on loudly. She didn’t like that shit, at all.

She wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover but they looked like hoes, dressed in the tightest and shortest outfits as if they didn’t live in New York and feel the 50 degree windy weather outside. They were definitely looking for the wrong attention, from the wrong person.

“What, nigga? Scared Im’ma beat you this time?” Exodus smirks.

“You know what? X wants the fuckin’ heat, Im’ma bring the fuckin’ heat. Let me spank that ass one good, last time.” Upon finishing his cocky comment, one of three women from the trio struts closer to Cassius and caresses his clothed back. A smile upon her bright face.

That was the last straw.

Yaya wastes no time to march to the scene, “Excuse me, yo?” She makes her presence known earning a plethora of stares. “Take your fuckin’ hands off my nigga.” Her tone rude and harsh, eyes piercing into the woman’s direction whom glances her upward and downward in confusion.

The mood in the entire room immediately shifts. “Who the fuck are you? First of all, I don’t even know you for you to be coming at me like that.” The woman does remove her touch but she was defensive, prepared to defend herself in any way shape or form.

“I’m his fiancée, bitch. Who the fuck is you?”

The minute the young woman began to get in her face is when Cassius intervened, he pulls Yaya into his embrace and shoves his woman behind his frame with a heavy sigh. “Both of y’all calm the fuck down. You…” He demands calmly, trailing off while planting his attention onto the angry unknown woman whom was trying to get closer to Yaya. “can back the fuck up.”

“Nah, ‘cause who she calling a bitch? Then this bitch got the nerve to come at me sideways about a nigga I ain’t even fuck? This hoe done lost her rabbit ass mind, yo.”

“Hoe?” Yaya chuckles drunkenly, foot tapping against the floor. “Look at you, bitch. Go find another nigga to give VD. But not this one. Learn to keep your fuckin’ stank ass hands to yourself. Point blank fucking period, yo.” Cassius shakes his head, sighing yet again.

This is the exact reason he didn’t want her drinking.

“Yo, I don’t know who you is but you making my girl feel some type of way so I’m gon’ ask you to walk away. Politely.” Cassius intervenes, preventing his woman from causing any harm. With the amount of liquor in her system? She would beat a bitch ass with no absolute hesitation.

The unknown woman tilts her head backward in offense, “Why the fuck I gotta leave? No disrespect, mothafucka, you ain’t my daddy. I was here first. It ain’t my fault yo’ bitch is insecure.” She was getting mad disrespectful with the mouth. Neither Cassius or Yaya was feeling it.

Cassius bit his tongue, knowing it held the power of making her cry. She didn’t deserve his energy. This broad was a nobody.

As much as a hothead Yaya happens to be, she attempts to reach over the tall male and lunge at the woman but fails. Eventually, grasping a pool stick and attempting to hit the woman with the item instead.

“Cassius? Let me go!” She shouts, more than prepared to fuck her up. In the midst of the madness, he remained calm and maintained his tight grip to block her from making any sudden movements.

“Aight, aight. Yo, you and your homegirls gotta get the fuck up outta here. Y’all sucking up the energy.” Derek overheard the commotion and decided to intervene, motioning the trio to the exit of his home.

“Fine. This shit was wack anyways. Girl, that nigga ain’t all that for you to be acting like a damn mental patient for.” The trio were on their way out the door, laughing loudly amongst themselves at what just took place a second ago.

Cassius shook his head angrily, “What type of fuckin’ nappy headed disrespectful ass broads you be invitin’ in here, man?” He quizzes his friend, connecting he and Yaya’s hands. “Yeah, nigga. We out.” Not only was Yaya upset, Cassius was too and just as much.

“Damn, nigga. Slow down.” She sends the male a harsh mug as he practically drags her out of the mansion by a tight grip on her hand.

Remaining silent is what he does because if he opened his mouth… Cassius would be bound to go off. He didn’t want to cause another scene in front of hundreds of people again.

Upon opening the passenger door for the young woman, shaking his head disappointingly, observing as she stumbled onto her seat. Her eyes search around, catching sight of the trio standing in front of Derek’s home, staring in the couple’s direction in pure hatred.

Childishly, she sticks out her tongue and flips all three of the women a bird before Cassius shuts the door behind her. He sends the trio an eye roll, strolling over to the driver side then opens his door, flipping the women off as well and hopping into his Benz.

————

Silence filled their two story home. Marijuana smoke clouding the living area. The light from the television being Cassius’ only source of light as he watches reruns of ‘Fresh Prince Of Bel Air’. He didn’t laugh, he didn’t say a word. He just sat in pure silence as he smoked his blunt.

Meanwhile, Yaya saunters down the steps after a much needed shower and hopping out of bed upon realizing her man wasn’t spooning her. “Baby?” No response. He’s clearly upset and she could tell, she could feel it.

“Cassius, I know you hear me talking to you.” She joins him on the couch, sending multiple pecks to the side of his face and neck. “Come to bed, papa.” Her chin leaning against his left shoulder, running her hand across his fresh fade adorned with his black durag.

Still, he gives her the silent treatment.

“Cassius?” She summons his name yet again.

“You got a problem.” He speaks for the first time in hours. Head planted to the television screen.

“What?” She quizzes in confusion, eyebrows furrowing together and moving away from him slightly.

“Your drinking is starting to get out of control.”

Instantly, her head tilts backward as her nose turns up as if he was speaking another language. What he said isn’t foreign at all. She understood every single word he spoke but that didn’t mean she isn’t offended.

“I’ve been drinking since I was thirteen, Cassius. I’m a grown ass woman and I can handle my damn liquor.”

Shaking his head, “That’s the issue.” Kissing her teeth, she began to speak until it was too late. “You been like that since I met you. I ain’t notice it then but I’m seeing it through now. It’s cool to have a drink every once in awhile but you… you have a couple drinks then another few drinks, eventually the whole bottle.” He began acknowledging his observations over the years, no longer ignoring them.

Now that they were getting married, a lot of issues couldn’t go unaddressed.

“You stressed? Are you stressed about the wedding? What’s going on? Talk to me.” Taking a pull from his blunt, Yaya observes him before scoffing. He had some nerve to try to point out her ‘issues’ as if he doesn’t have any.

“I want to marry you. That’s a no brainer but you’re trying to claim I’m the one with the habit here, yet you smoke weed twenty damn times a fuckin’ day.”

Suddenly, Cassius began to choke on the smoke as a laugh of disbelief clawed its way through his throat. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe she was trying— no she wasn’t even trying. She’s flipping this shit on him completely.

“Yo, what?” He starts, “I ain’t the one who spazzed on some broad tonight. Just saying.” His hands go up in the air for a second, blunt between his lips.

“That bitch was touching you without permission. I had every right to react the way I did. Meanwhile, you and Exodus were too busy having a dick swinging contest—”

“Aight, aight, aight, baby. I ain’t arguing with yo’ ass tonight. We all got problems that not even money can solve. I love you enough to call you out on your shit. So, let’s leave it at that.” He shrugs, continuing to smoke his blunt without any absolute shame. “And ain’t nothing wrong with weed. It’s an herb. Word.” She sends him an eye roll, plopping her back against the couch.

Similar to a broken record, tonight’s events starts replaying in her head. From the moment the couple arrived and left, her drinking in between their time there. She hadn’t even realized it as she mindlessly poured as many cups as she could the moment her fiancé waltzed off with Exodus.

Yaya knew he would have stopped her like he did prior before leaving her by her lonesome, thinking he was just being bossy and controlling. In reality, he was aware of her dangerous habit yet she didn’t realize it herself.

Her mother was in denial. Her father was in denial. Yet where did their habits lead them? To the grave.

Tears cascades along her cheeks and as much she attempts to hold them back, she couldn’t. She was still drunk and when she’s under the influence, she’s extremely dramatic and overly emotional. But these tears… weren’t just any tears or her being downright dramatic. These were tears for her parents.

The tears she didn’t cry at neither of their funerals.

“I apologize for embarrassing you, papa.” She cries softly and he wastes no time to embrace the woman, his blunt being the least of his worries and now sitting into the ashtray for later.

“You ain’t got nothing to be sorry for, baby.” He sends a peck to her forehead as she melts into his arms, loving this side of him. She wished her father would embrace her this way.

One of Cassius’ nicknames happened to be Papa. He accepted her for who she is, never sought out to change her and loved her unconditionally. He’s also more than fully equipped to be a daddy; financially, emotionally, physically, and mentally.

Out of all of the men she’s ever been romantically involved with, Cassius’ also known as Papa handled her with care and picked her up when she was down. Never once neglected her like the other men had, like her father had.

He’s her noah, alright.

Lifting her head, she looks him in the eye, “I love you.” She meant it. “I love you to the moon and back for putting up with me the way you do and to this day I don’t know how. You never left my side and I’m so grateful for a man like you.”

“And I ain’t never leaving you. It’s you and I till the day we die.” Her eyes were watery, sniffling as she gave him her undivided attention while he spoke. “I love that big brain inside of this dome of yours. I love these pretty eyes. I love this pretty nose…” He taps the bridge of her nose. “I love these pretty lips,” His thumb trailing across her soft lips before leaning in to plant two pecks amongst the pair.

“I love this body. Inside and out. Never stop being who you are ‘cause I love every part of you, from your flaws— your imperfections. You got my heart.”

“You got my heart.” She replies with a smile, whispering close to his lips and connecting them yet again. This union more passionate than the last.

“Damn. I love you.” He speaks within their kiss, climbing on top of the woman.

Suddenly, Yaya disconnects their lip-locking and turns on her stomach while lifting her purple lace thigh-length night gown to reveal her bare plump bottom. Her top row of pearly whites embeds into her bottom lip the moment he sends a rough smack to her backside.

At this point, they were completely bare and exposed. Cassius fills her up with his curved phallus, the couple moaning softly at the sensation of one another. They felt right at home. No matter how many times they made love, they never got tired of one another.

His firm grip on each side of her waist tightened so she couldn’t run, not that she would anyway. Yaya always took him like a pro and never complained about his large size. She handled it whenever and however she desired while making him feel good on the same accord.

The side of her canvas smushed into the arm of the leather couch, mouth wide open, eyelids fluttering from the sensation of Cassius’ dick driving in and out of her passionately yet slowly. His chest pressed against her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“Oh, shit.” She moans aloud, french tip mid-length acrylics raking through his facial hairs. Her nectar dripping along his member and pelvic area. “Faster, papa…” Her tone pleads and he does as requested, speeding up his pace yet making sure she felt everything.

Yaya’s jaw drops as her body is being shoved back and forth alongside each stroke. Ecstasy pouring within her veins, lips shaking while crying out through the pleasure and pain. Blonde tresses falling out of its ponytail, wildly covering the woman’s face. Meanwhile, Cassius was focused on pleasuring his fiancée.

The gripping, the tugging, the wetness, the way her ass clapped as she threw it back on him; Cassius was in ecstasy too.

His top row of pearly whites digs into his bottom lip, grabbing a hold of her hair and forcing her head backward. Their eyes connecting, both jaws agape. “How much you love this dick?” Her eyebrows furrow together yet again, eyelids shutting while her pink tongue drags across her lips.

“I…” She began only to take a pregnant pause the moment his free hand comes into contact with her throbbing center, rubbing in circles. “Mm,” A pent up sensation creeps amongst her. “Cassius—” The young woman couldn’t contain her juices, squirting due to overstimulation.

“Mhm.” He encourages her, continuing his actions which would ultimately drive her up the wall. “I asked you a question, baby.”

“I love this dick…” She whimpers weakly, biting down on her lip.

Suddenly, Cassius’ switches their position so that his back is against the couch while the woman is on top of his lap. Face to face. Her arms enveloping his neck, bare hourglass frame moving up and down passionately. They were freeing their minds, finding themselves moaning and groaning. His hands palming and sending multiple smacks to her backside on several occasions.

They couldn’t keep their eyes off of one another with the exception of tossing their head backwards or shutting their eyelids for a second.

For a sharp moment, Yaya slides his soaked member out of her wetness and taps it against her center before squirting once more. A loud, pornographic moan falling from her lips as she returns him to his rightful position. Her gushiness and wet skin clapping making a track of its own.

“Look what you do to me, papa.” Her dainty hands caressing his chest, referring to the wetness she possessed. She was perfectly crafted in God’s hands.

“Damn, shorty.” Her fiance speaks in disbelief and pure arousal, hands trailing across her breasts then her flat stomach and eventually her throbbing center. “Fuck, I love this pussy…” His tone low, full of lust and desire. “What did I do to deserve you?”

The thought of the two getting married crosses his mind, envisioning his woman in a beautiful white gown trailing down the flower decorated aisle. A smile etched upon her captivating face as their brown irises remained onto one another’s.

Their honeymoon in her hometown, Trinidad, like they planned. Kids.

His touch trails amongst her belly, their faces barely an inch from one another, “This where our babies gon’ grow. Fuck…” His jaw drops, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Damn, you fuckin’ amazin’.” Not only is she the bomb in general but so is her pussy.

The hole is fit for his size, popping and snapping at him because as Yaya would say ‘she loves him’. Cassius’ believed her from the moment they first made love due to how she reacted and he didn’t even need to touch it.

“All this for me, shorty?” His tongue dragging across his lips, low gaze peering a hole into the woman’s being.

“Mhm.” She hums, hips moving in a circular motion. “This your pussy, papa.” Planting a loving peck amongst his lips.

“Yeah, I know. You ain’t gon’ give my shit away, right?” He began forcing her body up and down, snatching the breath out of her while staring into her soul. Though, he’s been snatching her soul the entire time.

“Never… fucking never… ah,” A plethora of whimpers falling behind her response shortly after. “Ouu, Cee, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Mhm, let that shit go.” And so she did. Unraveling amongst him as he did, inside of her, ensuring that every drop entered her warm walls. “Good girl.” He praises her with a groan, planting sensual kisses along her neck.

“Shit, I love you.” The young woman connects their lips into a passionate union, panting heavily.

“I love you.” He speaks, continuing to stare in the direction of his fiancée under his almost squinty eyes and perfectly curled eyelashes. His gaze low, completely underneath her spell.

“Let’s go again in the shower, yeah?” Happily, she garners enough strength to pull him off of the couch and lead him upstairs. He mindlessly followed. Yeah, she has him sprung.

[canmargesimpson]

Idk just a weird story I got in the middle of the night

When Robin told Steve they were going to New York to see an old friend, the last thing on his mind was to end up in an underground queer bar with drag queens and prostitutes. I mean he’s not complaining, but why couldn’t they meet over coffee like friends, or just a regular bar, but no. It had to be a basement of a pizza restaurant where glitter and the sticky feeling was all around them. 

“Robin, are you sure this is the place?” he said as she moved through the crowd to a free table, in front of the small yet very illuminated stage “cuz i dont think… these are your type of friends?”

“Hey handsome” a transvestite placed a hand on his shoulder and let her long nail press along making him shiver “Want something to drink?”

Robin smiled, completely pleased with the situation his friend was it

“Give me a rum and coke, and for the gentleman… get him a shirley temple please”

“What?! No!” steve shook his head “ a beer is fine please”

“A rum and coke and shirley temple on their way” she laughs as she walks away

Robin laughs too as she takes her purse and places it on the table. Steve just flips her off and looks around trying to understand where they were. The drinks were eventually served, and thankfully Steve got his beer, but also a phone number.

“Wet Wendy?” Steve reads “Her name is Wet wendy…”

“I have heard worst” robin scruggs, “and come on, have fun, you’re a fresh bisexual, and you're surrounded by everything you might like, no need to stress”

Steve breathes deeply and looks around, and before he can say something a loud music starts. It's a 80s like beat that is quite slow, and the lights started to go down while the stage curtains open

“Steve, it's starting,” Robin says as she hands him a 20 dollar bill. 

On the stage there's a chair and a woman with her back to the audience. She has long, vicious hair that is curly and puffy. The person turns around and starts to sing the song. 

“We broke up on a tuesday, 

kicked me out with the rent paid

Ruined my credit

Stole my cute aesthetic”

And oh boy was Steve hooked. Other than the amazing hair, she was wearing some small yet clear devil horns. On her face was drawn a big white heart on her face, with the rest being red. The face on her though made his jeans tight, but just a bit. I'm talking bright blue eyeshadow, with some jewels and some big lashes that made the eyes pop brighter than ever he thought it was possible. There was a red lip tainted on her lips that were glossy and shiny. And the outfit was the best part of it all. She was wearing black pleather heels with red and black lingerie that fit like a glove. No to add a thigh corset that shaped the body like an hourglass. Steve was drooling.

But when the bridge started steve was pretty sure he was in heaven

It’s hot

When you have a meltdown 

In the front of your house 

And you’re getting kicked out 

It’s hot

When you’re drinking downtown

And you’re getting called out 

Cause you’re running your mouth 

Oh god

The way she crawled on the floor while lip syncing the moans of the song made Steve's ears burn like a fever. She then layed on the floor on her back, to then arch it and show the red wine bra that had black jewels like nippels. She then got on her feet and got off the stage and walked around. People started to hand her dollars and she just grabbed them, stuffed them on her bra and then painties. Steve had to blink twice to make sure he was awake. 

The girl then noticed him. He cracked. He let out a sigh like a moan as she locked eyes with her. Her dark brown almost black eyes looked like those supernovae in Dustin space books. It just got him trapped voluntarily and it made him gulp. She started to strut to him and grabbed him by the jaw to look up at her. 

Ruin your life 

You losing you mind

You dying your hair 

People say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you

crashing your car 

You breaking your heart

You thinking I care

People say I’m jealous but my kink is karma 

She sang those words as she stared at him and smirked while taking a seat on his lap. God he was in trouble now. It took everything in him to stay still and not let his third leg rise up, but sometimes things just happen and it's inevitable. He looked up at her so ashamed and sorry for what he's doing, and for making her uncomfortable. She is trying to do her job and here is Steve with his willy hard. But it was as he looked up in awe at her, as she sang to the audience while dancing on him, that she enjoyed it of sorts. She then looked down at him, smirked and kissed him, hardly leaving a bright red stain on his lips that he would rather die than to take it off. 

She climbed off him and walked back to the stage to dance where she made it very clear that not only she loves the attention but also loves the feeling on the stage. She belongs there, with her hair flowing with her moves. The way she portrays the song made it feel like she was singing to him and only him. Steve felt like he was in a world with only him and her. It was crazy.

He didn't even realize she had left until robin was snapping her finger in front of him. He looked at her and blinked again quickly and looked around

“Where did she go?” 

“Her set finished 10 minutes ago, have you just been imagining her this entire time you perv?” she laughs, but steve just stares at her

“I need to meet her” he says

“Well you will”

“What!?”

“Yeah! In a few so go to the bathroom and get yourself together men, your friend joined the party, and that not really cute when meeting new people”

Steve stood up and ran to the bathroom that thank the lord was empty at the time. He washed his face and removed the lipstick stain from his lips  and tried to calm down whatever was happening with him and his body at the moment. God he's about to meet her! He need to make a great first impression because then he’s fucked. He moved his hair from one side to another till it looked great. He smiled to the mirror and winked hyping himself up. 

“Come on harrington, you got this' ' He said before leaving the bathroom.

Robin and him walked toward the back of the so-called bar to where a room with a star on the door hung where the word “dressing room” was written. Robin knocked twice before opening the door to find a bunch of men in makeup and robes running around changing wig and shoes. But on the very end, the dark curly mane stood up clearly. Steve swallowed and inhaled deeply as they walked into the dressing room towards her. She was wearing one of those 50s womens robes with the edge being fur. It was black with red fur and it was transparent enough for Steve to see some tattoos on her back that he didn't seem to see earlier. 

“Hey!!” Robin said excitedly and she turned around.

Steve’s smiles didn’t fall… but it definitely twitched.

“Hey robs” Eddie munson said with a cig on his lips. 

He looked better than Steve remembered from high school. He looked…. Amazing actually. The way his jaw was sharp and fine, his smirk was wider and flirtier than ever. He looked…. Even better than the stage.

“How are you feeling harrington?” he smirked “didn’t know you were one for underground bars, i thought you were more of a… 3 star michelin kind of guy”

The way he smoothed talked and slithered into Steve’s head made him literally stutter with his words

“I-i-i  I mean- You- wha- li-” he then gave up trying to speak and just nodded subtly “yep”

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Black Reader - A Sky Full of Stars

I didn't finnish my Man United content so I'll leave that for tomorrow, here is the Ruben fic! 😝

18+

Summary - Ruben takes reader to a Coldplay concert.

Enjoy!

"Girl, I don't even like Coldplay....." You whispered into your phone.

"Then why are you going to see their concert?" Your best friend asked, laughing at the fact.

You looked back over your shoulder. Ruben was still in the bathroom getting ready. You could hear him, humming along to the speaker that he brought in there.

"Apparently Ruben loves them." You sighed.

"He does? I didn't know that?"

Neither did you. He had suprised you with the tickets last minute, saying that he would love for you two to go. How could you say no?

"Do you even know any of their songs?"

"No." You snorted. "Maybe one song. That living la vida loca..."

"Wasn't that Ricky Martin who sang that one?"

"I don't fucking know? All I know is that I won't be able to enjoy myself at the concert because Coldplay don't play no music that makes you want to dance!"

Your friends lughter drummed in your ear "I agree. Aren't people just jumping up and down at their concerts?"

"Probably. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Okay girl. Remember, you're doing it for love. Perhaps Ruben will agree to see Beyonce Renaissance with you?"

"I doubt it, but thanks."

You hung up the phone just as Ruben left the bathroom.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

You stood. "Yes. Am I overdressed?"

You wore a red thin laced dressed, that hugged the shape of your body like an hourglass. Ruben on the other hand, wore beige chinos with a white shirt, leaving the top buttons undone.

"I don't know?" He muttered, eyes looking you up and down. "Turn around, let me see what's behind."

"Ruben. " You gasped.

He chuckled. "You look fine babe. The car is waiting for us downstairs."

You grabbed your purse and let Ruben escort you out of the door.

"Car? Aren't we taking yours?"

"Nah, it will be too difficult dealing with parking and stufff. Besides, I thought we could check into a hotel later."

"A hotel, why?"

You arrived downstairs. Ruben held the car door open for you to get in.

"No reason. He shrugged. "I just thought that it could be nice to finnish the day off with...."

"The two of us checking into a hotel?"

Ruben blushed.

You nodded. "Okay, it's a date then."

He smiled. "It's a date."

The concert was more or less what you expected it to be, a fully set Ethiad Stadium with people jumping amongst each other in a crowd. You didn't know the majority of the songs that were played, however, you did enjoy the light show that they put on. Apparently the wristbands you were given upon entery lit up and shifted colors, creating a swarm of lights amongst the people in the crowd.

"Are you having fun babe?"

The night had its moments though.

There was one song they played that made the whole crowd sing along, creating the most amazing atmosphere.

"What's this song called?" You asked. You were leaning your back against Ruben, swaying in his arms. It was soothing, the vibration of his chest as he sang along with the rest of the crowd.

"It's called A Sky Full of Stars." He said, lowering his head to whisper into your ear.

How fitting, you thought, with the glowing wristbands. Looking down, it did indeed look like you were surrounded by a sky full of stars.

"Do you like it?"

"The song?"

He nodded.

"Yes, it's good."

Ruben set his hands on your waist and brought himself down to plant kisses along your naked shoulder.

"I'm glad you're having fun." He whispered.

Blood rushed through your veins as he kept serranding your shoulder and neck with kisses, almost making you lose your footing.

"Ruben." You moaned. "Wait until we get to the hotel."

Seems like he couldn't wait. The concert ended and Ruben didn't seem cable of keeping his hands to himself during the car ride to the hotel. He leaned over to caress your legs, tugging at the hem of you dress as the two of you made out in the car like two horny teenagers.

"We have to stop." You gasped, when Ruben cornered you in the hotel elevator, on its way up.

"Ruben, please." You gasped as he backed you up against it, making you fall back flat against the matress.

"It's your fucking dress." He groaned, forcing himself to stop kissing you.

Arriving at your floor he lead you down the hallway, towards your hotel room. He slid the keycard into the door and did not waste anytime to take in the room. You were only staying for the night and all you seemed to need was the bed.

He grunted in response, too mesmerized by your legs that lay spread before him. He rolled up the hem of you dress to your hips, exposing your belly but most importantly, your damped underwear.

"You're hot for me too, no?"

You chuckled and pulled the hair on his head, wanting for him to stop admiring your wet pussy and come up and kiss you. He did so for a little while, allowing your tounges to dance in your mouths. But then he traced the kisses bellow, clearly more interested in what was happening down there

"Fuck Ruben."

His fingers caressed your opening, pushing your panties to the side. By now you were all his, swollen and glistering for him to enter you.

He threw your thighs over each of his shoulders, keeping them steady by pressing down on his palms.

You squealed as he licked across your swollen bead, taking the whole thing into his mouth, sucking it dry.

"Ruben please. You're gonna make me come too fast."

He ignored your plea, desperate to have you in his mouth, his tongue warm against your folds.

You raised your hips and began circulating the movement, so that Rubens rough beared caressed just the right spot. Along with the pressure applied by his tounge you were no match for him. Your body began to tremble, with you arching your back and fisting the sheets.

"Fuck." You said, coming down from the high, catching your breath.

Ruben came back up to place sloppy kisses in the crook of your neck, caging your head in between his arms.

"Why are you so good at that?" You asked, your chest heaving up and down trying to restore your breath. You probably didn't give half as good blow jobs like Ruben ate you out.

"I guess I was hungry." He chuckled. "And your pussy taste delicious."

His erection caressed your inner thigh as his weight lay on top of you. You reached down to unbuckle his belt. His lips kept latching on to your neck, making it a bit difficult for you to concentrate.

"Do you have any condoms?"

He paused and raised his head. "No, I forgot. Do you?"

You shook your head. "I'm not on anything either."

"You mean..."

"No birth controls."

"Do you still want to do it?"

"If you don't mind the risk of having a baby." You chuckled.

Ruben looked you dead in the eye, his gaze undoubtedly determined, his expression unmoved. "I don't mind." He said.

Your smile faded a little, mostly out of sheer suprise.

"Ruben I..."

"It's your choice of course."

"Thanks." You muttured.

Your thoughts drifted a little, to the moment you and Ruben shared during Coldplays performance of A Sky Full of Stars. You wished that moment would have lasted forever, with you leaning against Ruben and him swaying you in his strong arms. You remembered the swarm of lights, how they glowed so beautifully in the dark.

"You okay?"

You returned to the present. Ruben tucked one of your fallen braids behind your ear, letting his thumb stroke your bottom lip. It was plump from all the kisses, so was his.

"We could just go to bed." He shrugged.

You shook your head. "I want to fuck."

He chuckled, but then his expression was serious again. "No condom?"

You nodded, quite sure of yourself. "No condom."

That was all you had to say for Ruben to pick up where you left off.

You lay under him, his weight on top of you. He kept his pants on, only rolling them down just enough to pull himself out of his underwear.

His hard length, slapped against your folds as he raised his hips, trying to find your entrance.

You gasped in his ear as the first thrusts left you unadjusted to his size.

"Tell me to stop if it hurts." He grunted.

You shook your head, "Don't stop, just go slower."

You collcted a bundle of his hair as he pressed you against the matress once more, this time sinking in and out of you with ease. He kept at it, taking pride in the way your breath hitched with every stroke.

Your dress got torn somewhere along the way, with Ruben cupping your breast in one hand and sucking the nipple of the other, all this whilst his rough movments rocked the hotel bed, no fear of breaking it.

At one point you saw stars, a sky full of them. You knew that Ruben could see them too, because his body moved as if he was about detach himself from you, to pull himself out last minute.

"No, stay."

You trapped him with your legs around his waist.

Panic struck his voice, "Y/N, I'm about to..."

"Then do it, inside me."

"You sure?"

You nodded. "It's what I want."

It was a new experience for the both of you, coming together like this. With one last sloppy thrust Ruben knocked his hip bones against yours, emptying himself inside of you. You felt yourself clench around him, your walls closing in on him, sucking him dry.

"Fuck, Y/N. That was amazing." He said, dumping his body next to yours.

"Mhmm." You muttered, not really satisfied.

Ruben noticed this and raised his head. "Didn't you come?"

"Not like I usually do."

"Oh."

"But it's okay Ruben, I don't need to..."

He shook his head, refusing to listen to your protests. Scooting closer to you, his hand slipped below the sheets.

"Ruben I..."

"Sshhh." He hushed, his lips against your ear. "Relax."

His fingers began circulating your clit, slowly at first but with an increase of movement as you began to make noises again. Embarrassing noises, since you were the only one making them this time.

"Ruben, please I...."

"Shhh." He hissed. "Just let yourself go."

You did, or at least you tried to. And there was the stars again, appearing in the sky and all around you."

"Ruben I..."

He entered you with his fingers, hooking them against your clenching walls.

"Ruben please."

"Just let go."

You bit your lip, struggling to contain the throbbing fountain within in you.

"There." He said.  As you with one last clench of your walls came all over Ruben's hand.

He seemed to enjoy it, boyishly grinning at you.

"There." He repeated. "Now we can go to sleep."

You drifted off with his words, dreaming of newborn babies and a sky full of stars.

[thecassafrasstree]

I finally finished putting patches on my pencil case/art bag! Some I made myself, some I purchased, and some had been sitting in my mom's sewing kit for 20+ years so I just took them. 😂

[ID: A brown canvas purse with embroidered patches all over it. Individual patch descriptions in the next image. End ID.]

The front. I have a lot of Critical Role stuff on this bag, as it's my current hyperfixation.

[ID: Top - The top flap of the front pocket. Has a blue embroidered patch of the Bell's Hells logo from Critical Role on the left, and enamel chibi pins of two of the Bell's Hells characters, Ashton and Orym, on the right.

Bottom - The bottom flap of the front pocket. There is a triangular, blue and white Girl Guides patch; a round, green patch with a person considering 3 roads before them; a homemade patch of a blue, cartoon dragon head: a honeybee patch; a red and black patch that says "Just Don’t"; a rectangular, black patch with a yellow border and a blue violin; and a black and white patch of the Critical Role logo. End ID. ]

Close-ups of the front patches and pins. I'm pretty sure the green one and the violin patch are badges from my Girl Guide days. The triangle patch is from the Guiding troop I was in in my hometown, but I've blanked out the town name for privacy reasons. The dragon patch I made myself.

[ID: The back of the purse, featuring more embroidered patches. There is a rectangular Asexual Pride flag patch; a watermelon slice patch; a black and white, oval-shaped patch from the TV show Supernatural that says "Protected by Castiel"; a rainbow with clouds patch; and a black and red patch that features the Anarchy symbol of an A inside a circle. End ID.]

The Ace Pride patch and the Anarchy patch are handmade. I've had the Castiel patch sitting around for a while, and just had to figure out what to put it on.

[ID: A side panel of the purse. On top there is a patch shaped like a mushroom that has a red cap and white spots. On the bottom is a colourful Ashari symbol from Critical Role that resembles 2 stacked hourglasses with a diamond in the center. End ID.]

These two are both handmade. The mushroom was the first patch I ever made myself. The second is the symbol of the Ashari, a druidic culture from the world of Exandria in Critical Role.

[ID: the other side panel of the purse. On top is a rectangular patch featuring a white Trillium flower and "Ontario" printed in yellow letters. Underneath is a round patch with the Antifascism symbol of a black flag and a red flag waving together on a white background. End ID.]

The top one is a patch I found in my mom's sewing kit. I decided to use it because I'm from Ontario, and the trillium (the provincial flower) is pretty. The other one is an Antifa patch that I made myself.

[ID: Photos of each side of the purse's shoulder strap. A series of colourful pin-back buttons runs the length of each side. End ID.]

I also have a bunch of buttons pinned to the strap. Most of them are fandom buttons for Pokémon, Doctor Who, Supernatural, and Undertale. Some have funny sayings printed on them. A couple are for different causes, like environmental protection, and free university education.

I'm pretty pleased with how it came out! There's a little bit of space under the front flap that I could potentially put a couple more patches or pins on, but I'm happy to take a break from this one for now. It was actually pretty challenging to get them all sewn on. 😅

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 70. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: another day goes and i remain a whore

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, beach sex, Beatrice is kinky and Rooster is very into it.

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He was still wearing his jeans, his white tee and the Hawaiian shirt that she chose, all the while she was wearing that little dress that only made the hourglass shape she had even more prominent, looking at him with the same impish smile and eyes shining.

He just followed her, like she was the only thing that could lead him out of misery, to their garage, “Are you going to tell me where we are going?” again she just shrugged, waiting next to the Bronco with her hands behind her back, “...you are playing with fire,gorgeous.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” and she giggled, which already made his foggy mind snap into a darker place. He gets closer to her, purposefully pinning her against the passenger door with his hands on the roof, properly caging her against it. Beatrice didn’t mind, in fact she just bit her lower lip looking up at him.

“How late can we be to this dinner of yours?” he questions, pressing soft kisses all over her neck and jaw, nuzzling her skin, “Because I think we can be fashionably late.”

Beatrice slid her hands up his chest until they touched his nape, playing with the ends of his hair and gently scraping the skin underneath, just enough to make her husband tremble in her grasp, “There’s no need to worry,” she whispered, “Because it’s not…really a restaurant, per se.”

He frowns against her neck, slowly lifting his head to meet her eyes, “What?”

“If I tell you more I’ll just ruin the surprise.” she smiles, tapping his lips with her index finger, “And I know you love surprises.”

Oh she was going to ruin him, he knew it. Rooster’s eyelids lowered, his pupils enlarged as she said that and he could only imagine what this surprise of hers was. He stepped back to allow her to get inside the car, watching with complete pure hunger before he moved to the driver’s side himself. 

Once inside, he just gave her another look, “...tell me about the surprise.”

“Nope.”

“Come on.”

“I can’t do that.” and she crossed her arms, “It’s all about the expectation.”

Bradley pouted a bit, the mix of raw sexual tension and his own curiosity mixing in his brain. He turned the car on, the garage door slowly opening to reveal their street before he looked back at her, “...give me a hint at least.”

“Nope.” she smiles, “Be patient.”

“I am patient, when time calls for it.” he murmured, backing out from the garage onto the street - the three dogs were peeking from the window next to the door, with Eleanor pushing her pink snout onto the glass, creating little condensation spots - giving one last look on the lane to check if there were no other cars coming, “And right now I just need something.”

“You will get something.” she says, “When we get there.”

Rooster just pursed his lips and then chuckled, with a quiet ‘alright’ leaving his lips.  She just told him where to go, where to turn, and he had to admit he wasn’t quite sure where exactly she was taking him because the more he drove the closer to the beach they got. He frowned a bit when he noticed that, yes,they were getting closer to the beach.

Was that…Shells?

“Wait…what is-” his wife just shushed him, patting his shoulder then telling him to park the car right next to Shells herself. The blonde had her hands on her hips and was smirking at the two.

Beatrice stepped out first, with her husband following a few minutes behind because he was still trying to understand what was happening. He waited by the door with his eyes narrowed, seeing Shells handing Beatrice something and then gesturing to the vast emptiness of the beach itself before he heard a ‘thanks Shells.’ 

The blonde woman just gave her friend a look, playfully punching her shoulder before she turned to Rooster, slapping his own shoulder twice, “Have fun out there, Chanticleer.” she chuckles, “And try to not get sand anywhere.” He looked over his shoulder to where Shells walked to, her car parked away and almost hidden from view were it not for the moonlight touching the silver roof.

He just turned his confused gaze to Beatrice, jutting his thumb to where the blonde disappeared to, “What was this about?”

“Shells just helped me with something.”

“...Bea.”

“Your surprise is almost there, oh!” she laughs while stepping behind him, standing on her tiptoes to cover his eyes. He lets out a sound of surprise but laughs, even curving himself a bit because of her height, “No peeking.”

“Baby, you have to-” he fixed her hands over his eyes, “Okay, there, comfortable?” she hums positively, “Alright, so where to now, missy?”

“Walk ahead.” she orders gently, “And I’ll guide you all the way.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to just hold my hand and I keep my eyes closed?”

“That was the plan,” she begins, “But you were asking too many questions and I had to change it.”

Ah.

Bradley just sighed humorously, “Fine. Just don’t want you hurting yourself.” he feels her kissing the back of his neck and he has to hold back the happy grunt, only following her orders as she leads him ahead.

The sea breeze, amazingly, wasn't that cold even if it was October and the ocean was incredibly calm considering it was already nighttime. They walked for a few minutes, Beatrice sometimes losing her hold on his eyes only to cover them again so he wouldn’t see and chastised him with a laugh when he commented they should just trade places if there was something wrong.

“A little more…okay stop.” he does, feeling the breeze touch his skin and flap his shirt, “Now, keep them closed, I’ll remove my hands.” the pressure of her palms disappeared from his eyes and he heard the sand crunching under her feet as she walked around him, “Okay…open them!”

He blinks, his vision returning to normal quickly, sharpening the colorful blobs to the scenery in front of him. Beatrice stood in front of a blanket on the sand, a blanket that had candles and was partially hidden by some large rocks that added the idea of privacy in such a large beach. He blinked again, this time not understanding what he was seeing, looking back to check how far they walked and where exactly they were, “...well,” he chuckles in disbelief, “This…is pretty nice.”

“Isn’t it?” she smiles, clapping her hands, “I asked Shells to help me with it a few days back and I just had to find the perfect spot.”

There was a bottle of wine peeking out of the basket, it was like their own personal nocturnal picnic, “And the weather is great too.” she says, “I’m not even cold.” It was partially a lie because he could see the goosebumps on her arms but she was probably too excited to notice “Come on,come on, sit down!”

She takes hold of his hand, leading him forward and making him sit down on the blanket, the candles were actually tiny lights, almost like fairy lights that were battery powered. He picked one up only to see it was connected to the rest but the wire was hidden under the sand and since he didn’t want to ruin her project he just put it down again, “It’s amazing.” he saw Beatrice sit down next to him, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and opening the picnic basket.

“I was actually thinking what I could do for you.” she begins, rummaging the basket a bit, “I thought ‘hm I could take Roos to dinner!’ but then I thought ‘no we’d just end up making fun of rich people most of the time’ and then-then I thought, ‘oh i know! The beach is pretty nice, I could do something there.” she pulls out two wine glasses, “And I was thinking about a perfect spot, kinda secluded but not…too secluded…oh and far from the shore! So there’s no fear of water coming towards us.” she hands him one of the glasses, this time paying attention to the wine bottle, holding an opener with her free hand…while the hand holding the bottle had the bottom of her wine glass between her middle and index finger.

“Gorgeous.”

“Yeah?”

He smiles, grabbing the bottle and the opener from her, “I can do this one for you.”

Beatrice pouted but let him do it, holding his own glass as she kept on explaining everything she did. Honestly, Rooster wasn’t paying that much attention because he was distracted by her. It was so strange and yet amazing that not only they’ve been together for quite a while now, but they were also parents and she still made his heart beat faster. Beatrice, with her brown hair and green eyes, flowy dress and gentle smile reminded him of the muse statue that Marcus sent her.

What was it again? Erato? Muse of love and lyric poetry? That was it,right?

There were times that he still couldn’t understand how someone like her, someone with such a kind heart and gentle soul entered his life. The ring on his finger weighed but never to sink him into the depths as some people unfortunately liked to ‘joke’ about it, no he felt…it was like when you are under the covers during heavy winter and there’s this comforting feeling that holds you onto the bed.

That was Beatrice.

And she was holding both wine glasses,now filled, with the same angelic smile that made his stomach somersault, her mouth closed and waiting for him to say something back, “You look like a song.” it was the first thing that came out, even after her whole explanation, all he could say was those words.

Words that he never once said before, which made Beatrice stare at him with her smile only widening and cheeks turning red, “...yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” she hands him one of the glasses, setting the other next to her as she grabs their dinner from inside the basket, “What song?”

He looks at her for a little while longer, lips quirking into a smirk that was soft and alluring at the same time, “...hm.” he swirls the red beverage inside his glass for a few seconds, “La Vie en Rose.”

“...La Vie en Rose?’

“Yes, from Edith Piaf, but I grew up listening to the Louis Armstrong version.”

Beatrice’s cheeks get even redder, her smile turning shy as she looks down at the basket, still trying to find their dinner and doing so while flustered was a bit hard. 

“I found the record one time,” he continues, “When I was a kid, hidden…somewhere in the house…and my mom told me that one day I’d find someone who made me feel like the song.” Beatrice’s eyes shone and she sniffled quietly, “And what do you know, I did.”

“God, you are going to make me cry,” she throws an accusatory finger his way, but she’s smiling, “That wasn’t part of the plan!” another sniffle, followed by a breathy giggle, then an inhale to get herself together, “You are too smooth.” 

“My wife likes to think so.”

“Your wife knows so.” she smiles, finally grabbing what she was looking for, “I have to admit, it’s…just our lunch but I added some other things. You know I thought it’d be interesting, we have some more parmesan, we also have some crackers if you want to, there’s also dessert for later.”

Bradley just turns to face her fully, “You know that I don’t mind it. I’d like anything.” she knew, but she wanted to tell him about it.

And they had their dinner while watching the waves crash in the distance. He knew Beatrice was a romantic, she usually kept her ideas to herself, it was how she worked…maybe it was still part of her own traumas, her fear of sharing her dreams and opinions,even to him because of fear of humiliation…but he also didn’t mind it because it always meant she’d surprise him as she often does.

There was something so precious in that too. She told him back when they started dating ‘I just want to keep you a little longer’ before he met her family…and he wondered if that was still inside of her. These little moments, these times together away from everyone, just the two of them was important and maybe even needed for her.

Watching her laugh and the two share things that for many would be useless, hell maybe other couples wouldn’t understand why they found just the random things…but it did work and neither could live without these chitchats. 

Rooster watched Beatrice check her phone after their dinner was long gone, digestion already taking place and they were on their third glass of wine, “Nikki is fine.” she says, showing the screen to him, “Michael came over.”

Cue to a picture of Michael holding Nicole like a machine gun and their daughter laughing hysterically, “She seems to be having fun.”

“She does.” Bea smiles, looking back down at it,”She’s a good baby who loves to have fun.”

“Well,she has fun parents.”

Beatrice hummed, sipping more of her wine, the red staining her already reddish pink lips and his eyes following the way her throat moved when she swallowed it, eyes looking up to the sky, “...look,it’s Capricorn.”

Rooster’s own eyes moved up, he still had no idea where the constellation was, but the feelings he was having because of this conversation were worth it. She was wearing the same dress, the conversation was extremely similar to the one back then and he couldn’t help the grin on his face, “I still know shit about it.”

“I told you a little bit about it,Roos.”

“No,” he corrects, the index finger from the hand holding the glass up lifted to prove a point, “You said my sign is the crab.” he says,drinking more wine.

“It’s cancer.”

“Yeah, the crab.”

Beatrice sputters a laugh, “You are terrible.” 

“But it is a crab.”

Another eye roll from her, tossing a napkin on his chest only for the little paper ball to bounce off his pecs onto the sand. He chuckled, grabbing it to throw inside the basket as he gave her an amused look, “Okay, fine, cancer. That’s my sign…what’s yours again?”

“Aquarius.”

“Oh, oh that’s nice then, two signs that are similar.” he smiles, “Looks like it was meant to be.”

Beatrice smiles, bringing the glass to her lips but not drinking anything, “Actually I’m an air sign and you a water sign.” she explains and her husband just looks confused, “And apparently we are…the worst kind of relationships in the zodiac…because we can’t talk, there’s nothing in common between us-”

“Shut up.”

“-And the sex is just awful.” she gives him a look by the corner of her eye, her mouth going up in a smirk, “I remember reading once that…’the sex between these two signs could be considered an earthquake of stress and confusion.’”

Rooster just stared at her, lips moving as if to speak but no words came out, he just looked stupefied. “...that…is some bullshit.” she laughed, finally drinking the wine, “...what the fuck, that’s literally the opposite of what we are.” she hums in agreement, setting the empty glass aside, holding herself upright on top of the blanket,”And the sex? Awful??? I want to talk to whoever wrote that because that is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” 

He sounded really worked up by it and she couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that came out of her. Rooster was too busy glowering at the sand to notice her crawling towards him, only seeing her there when she climbed on his lap, “I know right?” her arms wrapped around his neck, “It’s so…strange.”

Whatever he was thinking about before was now gone, because he just placed his glass, blindly into the basket, “It is fuckin’ crazy.” his hands already slid to her thighs, “So this was the plan, huh?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of,she says.” his hands get higher and higher, “You and your little ideas that just amuse me more and more,” fingers now nearing the crease of her hip and thigh. She bites her lip when his hands stop, almost as if he was suddenly hit with lightning, he was frozen solid…because he didn’t feel her underwear touching his fingers.

“Did something happen,Brad?” she giggles, shoulders shaking and hands cupping his cheeks, her wine stained lips nearing his, “You look so surprised.”

But her husband, whose pupils were blown wide and the brown of his irises turned into a thin ring around them, just heaved his chest. His lungs felt on fire and he was about to explode, “You,” he laughs, albeit almost strained, digging his hands on the bare skin of her ass, “Are going to kill me one of these days.”

“I would never.” she smiles, biting her lower lip with one of her hands going down his chest, until she reaches his belt. There was a flash of hesitation in her eyes, her lips bouncing off from between the teeth as she looked up at him, “Is this too much?” he just looks at her, his face flushed and ready to rip his clothes off, “I…I wanted,well, you know…hah, it’s–we never talked about this and it’s,I–”

“Is it a fantasy of yours?” Beatrice shamefully looks away and nods, “...public…places?” his own voice sounds strained.

“I mean…sort of, this is public but private because,” she points to the large rocks surrounding them, “of the rocks and such but…yeah,I-I’ve always wanted to try.”

Rooster inhaled shakily, letting out a disbelieved laugh before he shrugged off his outer shirt, shoving it inside the basket that was now pretty much empty “Gorgeous,” he begins, with a gentle shake of his head, “You don’t have to worry about shit like that, I like it…now let’s just-” he pushes the basket away to give them enough space to lie down, “You first.”

Beatrice blushed but nodded, immediately relieved because of his response, sliding off his lap to land on the dark colored blanket, hair spilling on her sides and some strands touching the sand. He was kind enough to pull those strands back onto the soft fabric, standing on his knees above her.

She just watched him pull off the tight white tee, balling it up to toss inside the vine basket as well. The night and the moonlight gave him such an ethereal glow that Beatrice couldn’t help the gasp that left her lips, the defined muscles shining, making it seem like he was made of some precious stone that was too expensive to touch.

But oh, she was going to touch him.

Rooster unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, but didn’t pull them off all the way yet, the dark fabric of his cotton briefs making enough of an appearance for Beatrice to see the white elastic that kept it tight around his hips. She knew he was looking at her, more specifically at the very area he was closest to, then back into her eyes…and since she didn’t feel like wasting more time, she just pulled the dress up and off her body, leaving her completely exposed “This…” she begins, a smidge of anxiety curling into her stomach, her fingers curling by her sides, “This is…really…strange…but good.”

“You feeling okay?”

“Mhm,I just…” she inhales, “I’m trying to understand that this was my idea and I shouldn’t be too worried because Shells talked to me about this area and no one comes here–”

“Oh, that can be easily resolved.” It takes a minute, just one minute, for Beatrice to understand what he said. She just squeaked, covering her face with her hands and laughing against her palms, “I can make you come several times.”

“Roos…you know what I mean.”

“Course I do.” he scoffs, shaking his head, then leans down to press a trail of hot wet kisses on her thighs, “But,” his tongue comes out to leave a trail from her knee to her hip bone, “Where’s the fun in that?” another kiss, higher this time, earning a gentle sigh from her, “I just love that you wanna do this.”

“R-Really?”

He snorts, lying on his stomach and parting her legs with his hands, placing them on his shoulders, “Baby,” he begins and the warm breath makes her center clench already,”I’m about to eat you out, under the moonlight, on a beach…you better fuckin’ believe I love this.” and he had her eyes on him when he lowered his mouth. Beatrice whimpered, tossing her head back with a smile spreading over her face as the sudden jolt that it caused made her body shudder.

Oh she missed this a whole lot. It was one thing to use the toys she acquired while he was gone - and she had a feeling if he found them out he’d just be eager to add them to their love making…which wouldn’t be too bad thinking about it…- or her fingers,but having Rooster was so much better.

Beatrice moaned quietly, one of her hands clenching the blanket’s fabric beneath her head while the other slides down to his scalp, brushing against it and pushing his face down just a bit more, “...oh…God…Roos…” she gasps, his mustache brushing against herself was one of the best feelings she felt in her whole life. Her breathing stuttered when his tongue wrapped around her clit almost like a cocoon and he pulled into his mouth.

She moaned a bit louder, the roar of the ocean helping camouflage the sounds and it gave her such a huge amount of freedom. She never used drugs before but if she had to describe what was happening right now it’d be akin to being absolutely high “Brad…” she bites her lower lip, “Oh Jesus…fuck…”

Bradley just looked up at her with a brief flick of his eyes,smirking against her skin and moving closer to her, closer than before which in turn made the back of her thighs touch her stomach…and that was a new angle that she adored already. Beatrice heard the grains of sand crunching under the fabric as she clenched the blanket, breathing ragged, eyes almost rolling back and tears trickling down, “Fuck, fuck, fuck Brad…fuck,please! Please don’t stop, please,I’m so close.”

Oh he liked how vocal she was right now.

Because when he repeated the tongue thing, Beatrice just screamed and her body went taut, back arching with eyes finally rolling back. Her hips moved with aftershocks, her moaning gets quieter and quieter, eventually turning into soft whimpers of his name. He pulls his head back just in time for Beatrice to lift hers, only seeing his lips were glistening and a string of fluid that was on his chin broke when he was far away enough.

He made a scene to lick his face clean, using his hand to clean his chin and licking his palm, eyes still locked on hers. His other hand tugged his pants down mid thigh, underwear soon following and he hissed as the cold breeze touched his flushed member, “Everything okay?” she asks, snapping out of her reverie to check on him, “What’s wrong?”

“Kinda cold.”was all he could say, “Don’t worry about it.” he manages to yank his pants off, looking down at Beatrice while sitting on his knees, “Fuck you look beautiful.” Bea smiles softly at him, her chest moving up and down as she breathes. He thinks about it for a few seconds, licking his lips - tasting what was left of her -  with his eyes focused on her body.

“What?”

“I’m thinkin’ how I want you.” came his deep voiced response, “There’s so many ways.”

“Well, w-we have time.” she whispers “So…”

Bradley smiled, slowly lowering himself between her legs, strong arms keeping him upright above her body, gently rubbing himself against her sex but not entering yet. The gentle friction was enough for Beatrice to sigh and Rooster to moan quietly, dropping his head onto her neck, biting the soft flesh, “Fuck…” the head of his member snags on her entrance before popping back out. “Fuck ,Bea…” Beatrice whimpered, letting go of the blanket to slide a hand between the two of them.

The second her small, and chilled, hand wrapped around his cock he sputtered out a moan, an even louder one when her thumb brushed over the tip where a pearl of precum was, using it to lubricate as she moved her hand down to the base. Rooster groaned again, the hands on either side of her head dug into the blanket so hard he was sure it’d rip any second now, “Bea…” his voice is muffled by the side of her neck, his hips slowly moving to meet her hand, “Baby…I gotta–”

“Sssh, it’s okay,”she whispers, “Just a little bit more.”

“Fuck. Bea,” he choked on his words, her hand was already making him feverish, “Baby…baby,I really need to fuck you.” 

And that was probably what she was looking for, because she slowed her movements and gently moved him to align to her entrance. He breathed out in relief, pushing inside until her hand was no longer around him but on his back, her legs wrapping around his waist. The second he bottomed, Beatrice let out a long moan, still sensitive from moments before, “God…” she hitched a breath, “Roos…”

His hands left the blanket to cup her ass cheeks, which in turn angled her lower body higher again and that made him brush against the spongy flesh inside. The yelp that left her lips was magical, “Mhm, yeah baby,” he coos, moving his hips against hers, “I got you.” he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom for emphasis.

It started slow, with the two of them sighing and moaning into each other’s mouths when he lifted his head from her neck. There was something so raw about having sex in such an open space,with the stars, the moon and the ocean as your only witnesses that it brought something out of the two of them.  Because she pulled on his lower lip and his tongue entered her mouth, swallowing her moans and whispers of his name.

He moved his hips a bit faster after Beatrice’s request, begging him in that sweet voice of her because she just needed it. She needed him. Bradley smirks, lifting his torso just enough to have a better view of her body illuminated by the moonlight and the tiny lights around them, breasts bouncing with each thrust, “B-Brad,” she hiccups because of the sharp pushing of his hips against her, “B-Brad! Oh God!!”

“Fuck, you have such a nice,pretty and tight pussy.” he growls, looking down to where he disappears inside of her, the smacking sound of his thighs against her ass only making him smirk even more, “And it takes me so well…so much better than those toys, huh?”

“Y-Yes…”

“I loved watching you fuck yourself, gorgeous.” he breathes out, “Don’t get me wrong…but this is so much better.” he pointed the end of his sentence with a sharp thrust that yanked all the air from her lungs, “And I had time for myself…to take care of business…but fuck, I had that in mind for a long,long time after you sent it.”

“T-That was the p-plan.”

“Oh? The plan was to make your husband suffer?” Beatrice laughed and moaned at the same time, hands touching his pecs with her nails gently digging on the firm defined flesh of his chest with the hair that covered it brushing her palms, “Because I hate to admit that you succeeded.”

“G-Good.” 

And he lost it. 

Something about her stuttered confident response and that pretty smile on her flushed face did something to him. Because his hips moved faster and harder than before, slapping her ass cheeks so hard that both parts of their bodies started to sting a bit. He dropped himself so their chest touched, her arms wrapped around his neck and his own around her waist, lips touching feverishly as if the air was inside their mouths instead of around them.

And their moaning only got louder, her nails scraping his back and going up to his scalp, hips touching repeatedly. Beatrice whispered his name, only letting go of his scalp to touch his arm, trying to pull from around her body which made him look at her confusedly but he removed his arm from underneath her. Beatrice whimpered, dragging his hand over her breast, down her stomach until it reached her pubic mound, “Please…Roos…” and she dropped her hand from his.

He didn’t waste time, while still thrusting he gently prodded and touched her clit with his fingers. Beatrice screamed out a moan, a constant repetition of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ breaking into the night, her hips moving up to meet all of him…until she screamed louder than before, his name echoing in the empty beach - maybe even waking some poor animals that slept under rocks - as her body shuddered with intense aftershocks.

Bradley let go of the small bundle of nerves to breathe in and out, rushing after his own release with the slapping of skin still present. When he finally came, his back arched above hers, head thrown back and column of his throat beautifully exposed as he growled out loudly, maybe not as loud as Beatrice but louder than normal. His hips still moved, each final thrust making another sound of relief break out of him. “Holy…shit…” he gasps, dropping his sweaty head on her equally sweaty chest, lips pressing between her breasts, “Holy fuck…holy shit that was fucking good.”

“Y-Yeah…” she laughs, “It was…”

“Just…let me know the next time you wanna do something like this.” he says between gulps of air, “...I can…think of some places too.”

“O-Oh I…I have one in mind already.” she says, inhaling shakily which in turn lifts his head on her chest, “But…maybe some other time.”

He laughs, kissing her breast, “Yeah,maybe some other time.”

[diner-drama]

Disguise (1/1)

To save Merlin the trouble of having to maintain the costly ageing spell while he wrests Gwen from Morgana's control at the Cauldron of Arianrhod, Gaius tells Arthur that the sorcerer he has found is a woman.

He doesn't warn Arthur that the sorcerer in question is a raven-haired beauty with a pair of blue eyes that a man could drown in, nor that the spell to free Gwen requires more than just some magic words.

Merlin/Gwen/Arthur gender-swap one-shot. An alternate version of 5x09, "With All My Heart". The BBC are cowards for not making this episode incredibly sexy. Also on AO3.

"I just don't think this will do anything for my figure," said Merlin as he held the frumpy black dress against his body.

"It's not a beauty competition," laughed Gaius. "As long as the prince doesn't recognise you, you can wear what you like."

"Usually I'd get Gwen to help me with something like this," Merlin grumbled. "Why did Morgana have to ensorcel my only seamstress friend?"

"How often do you find yourself dressing up in women's clothing?"

"What I do with my weekends is nobody's business but mine, Gaius," replied Merlin with a twinkle in his eye. He disappeared up to his room in search of a belt, before popping his head back through the doorway. "You don't have any makeup, do you?"

The journey to the Cauldron of Arianrhod was horribly perilous, even with Mordred's help, and by the time they arrived at the waters, Merlin was vibrating with tension, going over the words to the spell in his head.

"We have to find her," said Arthur grimly, scanning the rocky landscape for the sorceress.

"I'll search her out," replied Merlin, hurrying to pick up his bag and accidentally dropping the dress on the dusty ground.

Arthur put his hands on his hips, looking over at Merlin expectantly.

"She... likes to be paid in clothes," explained Merlin, sprinting away.

"Why-" started Arthur, giving up when Merlin was concealed from his view behind a big rock.

With haste, Merlin stripped off his tunic, breeches, and boots, and folded his neckerchief into a neat little square on top. Shivering in the cool air, he whispered a spell that he may or may not have tried a few times before on long winter evenings when he didn't have anything better to do. In an instant, his body began to change - his skin softened, his hips and chest grew plump, and his hair lengthened, curls bouncing around his bare shoulders.

Some other things changed, too, but they weren't relevant to the disguise, so we will not discuss them here.

He slipped the black dress over his head, forgoing the petticoats and shroud. The wide shoulders of his dress slipped down his arms over his newly narrow shoulders, creating a plunge neckline that he actually quite liked. He tied the belt at his true waist, accentuating the hourglass shape of his delicate ribcage. Kneeling at the edge of the lake and watching his reflection in the still water, he carefully daubed some rouge onto his full lips.

Merlin's transformation into the Dolma complete, he took a deep, fortifying breath and emerged from behind the rock.

The woman who stepped out on bare feet from behind the craggy stone where Merlin had disappeared moments before was not at all what Arthur had expected. His eyes tracked upwards from the ground, taking in the way the black dress skated over the curves of her body, the delicate prominence of her collar bones, the captivating blue of her eyes, and the raven black of her hair, which fell in soft ringlets over her pale shoulders.

She pursed her lips - full, soft, and stained a deep red. "Who are you?" she called, stalking toward them. "What business have you in this sacred place?"

Arthur swallowed hard and tried to gather his wits. "Are you the Dolma, ancient sorceress of the Cauldron of Arianrhod?"

She smiled, and her voice dropped to a low purr. "Who else would I be?"

"I don't know," said Arthur, his mouth dropping open as he gazed at her. She continued to walk towards them, her graceful hips swinging with each step.

"Sire," said Mordred quietly. "Does she look familiar to you?"

"There is something," admitted the king. Tearing his eyes away from the beautiful woman in front of him, he looked around the valley. "Where's Merlin?"

"Your servant is resting," she told him, stepping closer and putting a hand on his chest. She smelled like that rough soap which Merlin liked to use, and it was turning his head. "You work him too hard," she breathed, sliding her hand around to rest on the back of his neck. "Won't you let him take a break until we've concluded our business?"

"You know why we're here."

"You can't hide anything from me, Arthur Pendragon," she replied, fixing him with her piercing blue gaze. Her cool, thin fingers stroked through the hair at the bottom of his skull, as though she had known the feeling of him for years.

"Are you sure we haven't met before?"

"You've never been so lucky," she murmured. "Come, bring the queen and set her beside the pool before she awakes."

Once Arthur had done as he was told, the sorceress kneeled at Gwen's head, carefully stroking the queen's hair back from her brow.

"The magic which has ensnared her is very strong," said the Dolma gently, looking down at the queen with an expression of great tenderness. "If we fail, she may be lost to us."

"Can the enchantment be broken?"

"Yes, but it will not be easy. We may not succeed, and we may lose her. Do you understand this?"

Arthur took a deep breath and set his jaw, nodding grimly. "I understand."

The Dolma searched his face for a moment, then nodded in return. "I'm going to wake her up, and then she must walk into the waters of her own will."

"She will not do such a thing," Arthur warned her.

"You must tempt her in. You must reach the part of her that Morgana could never touch."

"Is there such a part?"

"I believe there is, and so must you," she said firmly, pinning him with her direct gaze.

"If she walks into the waters, will she be cured?"

"I must summon the White Goddess to lift the dark magic that ensnares her soul. It will take all of my powers, and..." She hesitated.

"And?" prompted Arthur.

"The goddess will require... a tribute."

Arthur looked down and nodded in resignation. "I am prepared to sacrifice my life for the soul of my queen," he said solemnly.

"You're prepared to sacrifice your life for any idiot who crosses your path," snapped the Dolma, unaccountably angry. She calmed herself with a breath and then continued. "Your life will not be forfeit. The goddess will possess my mortal form while she works her magic. For centuries, her only form has been as an ethereal spirit. She has not felt the earthly touch of another since long before you or I were born."

"So I need to... touch her?" asked Arthur slowly.

"The legends say that the goddess' power stirs the blood and quickens the heart. She must be rewarded... with a kiss."

"Oh, if that's all. Mordred can do that."

The sorceress screwed up her face, looking at Mordred with skepticism. "How old is he?"

"I don't know... twelve, maybe? Twenty?"

"I'm not kissing a child."

"Well, you're certainly not kissing my wife."

"I knew you'd be weird about this," she muttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Look, I'll kiss you, or Guinevere, or you can go and find that dragon, but I'm not kissing that kid. He's going to murder you, you know."

"Have you been talking to Merlin?"

"I'm a sorceress. I can tell when someone's going to murder you."

"If Guinevere wakes up and sees me kissing some sorceress, she'll murder me herself."

The Dolma sighed and shook her head. "We can cross that bridge when we come to it, I suppose," she muttered. "Once I wake her, we will have only a few moments to tempt her into the water. Take your chain mail off, it'll get rusty."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, you should have put on the white tunic this morning."

"You have been talking to Merlin."

"Prepare yourself. You must reach her," she said, placing one hand on Gwen's forehead. The sorceress chanted an incantation in a low, sonorous voice, and Gwen's whole body jerked as she startled awake. She scrambled away from both of them and stood.

"Where am I?" she spat, the peace on her face disappearing, replaced with a look of utter hatred and suspicion. "What have you done to me?"

"You've been asleep for a long time," said Arthur gently, holding up his hands in supplication as he approached her, trying to ignore the way his heart was breaking in his chest.

"Get away from me!" she yelled, backing away.

"Guinevere. My Guinevere," he said in a soft voice, taking her by the shoulders.

She screwed up her face, the usual kindness in her eyes replaced with sheer disgust. "Your Guinevere?" she hissed. "You stupid, foolish man. I was never yours and never will be."

"You must reach her, Arthur," the Dolma reminded him. Her words soothed and irritated him in equal measure.

"Who are you?" asked Gwen, her face softening as she looked the sorceress up and down. "I know you."

"I'm here to help you. You must hear our voices, please," she replied gently, her voice breaking a little as she pleaded with the queen.

"Do you remember when I asked you to marry me?" asked Arthur, struck with a sudden thought, ducking his head to look his wife in the eyes. "Do you remember what you said?" Gwen jerked away, refusing to look at him, and he looked towards the sorceress for reassurance.

"You said, 'with all my heart'," she supplied, walking backwards into the water until it was around her ankles.

"With all my heart," repeated Arthur, doing the same. It didn't occur to him to wonder how the sorceress knew this.

Gwen hesitated, looking between them, something between confusion and affection dawning in her eyes.

"With all my heart," he said again, reaching out a hand.

Finally, hesitantly, Gwen took a step forwards. "With all my heart," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"Walk into the water, Gwen," said the Dolma, treading slowly backwards until she was waist-deep, her dress floating around her in the still lake. "Walk towards us."

Slowly, cautiously, Gwen made her way into the water as though in a dream, guided by some unknown impulse towards their voices and outstretched hands. Finally, the three of them stood together in the cool water, submerged up to their chests.

Arthur and the Dolma offered their hands to Gwen and she took them, confusion still written all over her face.

"Yfel gaest, ga thu fram thisselichaman," intoned the sorceress, her beauty becoming sharper and brighter as the light of the goddess suffused her body. Gwen's eyes grew clearer as she watched, her breath coming in great, heaving gasps. "Bith hire mod eft freo."

The queen gulped in one more huge breath, and her body glowed with the same light as the spell began to take hold. She gazed into the Dolma's eyes as though she were witnessing a miracle and, in one movement, threw herself forwards to kiss the other woman on the lips. The sorceress closed her eyes and kissed Gwen hungrily, as though it had been an aeon since she had last felt human touch. They parted, and finally, a smile graced the queen's face. She turned to her husband, taking her hand from his to tangle in his hair and pull his head to hers, kissing him. A tear slipped down his cheek as he pressed his lips against those of the woman he loved, finally hoping that she may not be lost to him forever.

"Arthur," she said quietly, pressing a shaking thumb to his lips, familiarity dawning in her eyes.

In the background, he could hear the Dolma saying the final words of the incantation, and he felt the glowing light begin to recede. As she stepped away, Gwen grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving. Drawing her close again, she guided Arthur's head to the other woman's and he met the Dolma's lips in a grateful kiss as Gwen applied herself to her neck, peppering kisses up and down. The sorceress' skin was soft against his hands, and she let out a small noise of satisfaction, cradling the back of Gwen's head to pull her closer. Their three bodies pressed together, hands smoothing over skin, the lingering energy of the spell leaving them giddy, intoxicated with relief.

Gwen kissed the Dolma again and rested their foreheads together while Arthur nosed behind the sorceress' ear, pressing little kisses and nips into her smooth, pale skin.

"I can never thank you enough," whispered the queen. "You have returned my mind to me. A thousand kisses would not be too much of a price to pay."

"I agree," said Arthur, holding the Dolma's body against his as he licked and sucked at the junction of her neck and shoulder. "We will forever be in your debt."

"To have triumphed over evil is reward enough," she breathed, nonetheless turning her head to press a kiss to the king's lips.

"Kissing you is no hardship," laughed Gwen. The sight of the dimples in her cheeks and the musical sound of her laughter took Arthur's breath away, and he kissed her, revelling in the feeling of her.

"My queen," he murmured. "It is good that we are a team again."

"A team indeed," she replied, beaming, "but I think our saviour here will find that we can be very competitive."

As one, they turned to the sorceress with predatory intent, and fell to caressing and kissing her, each trying to outdo the other in winning her favour. She responded just as enthusiastically, sliding her thigh between Gwen's and sliding a hand up the back of Arthur's tunic.

Eventually, the sorceress shivered, her slender frame no match for the cold water.

"We'll catch our deaths out here. Come with us back to Camelot," Gwen entreated her, cupping her jaw.

"We can be very welcoming," added Arthur.

"I regret that I cannot," said the sorceress reluctantly.

"It's fine," Gwen reassured her, giving her a final chaste kiss on the forehead. "The offer stands."

The sorceress gave a half-smile as she disentangled herself from their embrace, pausing only to give them both lingering kisses on the cheek.

"Perhaps one day," she said softly. She stepped lightly out of the water in bare feet, leaving damp footprints behind her, and disappeared behind the rock from whence she came.

"We should get out of these wet clothes," murmured Arthur, holding his beloved wife to his chest. "Mordred has some spares."

Gwen's head whipped around and she stared at Mordred, who was standing at the shore and looking incredibly uncomfortable, gaze fixed determinedly away from them.

"You brought Mordred?" she hissed. "He's far too young to see this kind of thing."

"I didn't know the sorceress was going to be so... beguiling."

"She certainly was that," laughed Gwen as they made their way back to the shore. Mordred held out two towels and stared firmly at the floor.

"I'm glad that you are restored to yourself, my lady," he said, bowing low and still not meeting their eyes.

"Thank you for your help, Mordred. I hope this wasn't too unsettling for you."

"As long as we never discuss this again, I think I will be perfectly fine, your highness," he replied with a closed-lipped smile.

"Agreed."

"Agreed," added Arthur, taking the towel and stripping off his sodden tunic. "Turn around, there's a good lad."

The after-effects of their intensely sensual encounter with the Dolma were still crackling between them, and every inch of golden skin revealed as Gwen dried off and changed into dry clothes was tempting him.

"I have a pressing urge to take you back home and welcome you properly," he said in an undertone.

"I will admit to feeling similarly... inspired," she said coquettishly, biting her lip as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. "I have to say, if we were going to invite a third person into our bed, I would have assumed it would be Merlin."

"You never told me that," said Arthur. He took her by the shoulders and pressed a warm, loving kiss into her forehead. "I suppose it is logical. Where is Merlin, anyway?"

As if on cue, Merlin came stumbling out from behind the rocks. His clothes were askew, as though he'd put them on in a hurry, and there were deep red smears across his lips. He waved when he saw them and gave them a double thumbs up, looking slightly out of breath.

"Merlin, you've got lipstick on," laughed Gwen.

"Did the Dolma kiss you?" asked Arthur, putting his hands on his hips.

"Why would you ask that?" said Merlin evasively, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It seems as though she kissed all of us," said the queen, looping her arm through Arthur's as they set off back down the path.

"Except for Mordred," the king pointed out.

"I'm happy for that to be the case, sire," said Mordred, looking at Merlin with wide eyes.

"Yes," agreed Merlin, clapping the young knight on the shoulder. "That's probably for the best."

[genderqueerdykes]

im intersex and transmasc/a trans man and ive questioned being transfem as well, but its so hard for me to feel i can claim that when i dont present femininely very often and my connection is mainly to femininity itself, with womanhood its complicated... im definitely intergender and feel it's likely i'm trans because of having hyperandrogenism, i feel i may be a woman otherwise and have always felt connection to womanhood just without *being* a woman, its just not what happened for me (#complicated trans intersex things), i just always yearn for womanhood even though i just know deep down its not for me and never couldve been bc of being intersex, it just wouldnt have ever felt right. personality wise still i am very feminine, more feminine than masculine, very into feminine things/have very predominantly feminine interests, so all these things make me feel connection to the transfem label but i end up feeling like since i don't ever really look feminine that often and it's unclear to me if i'm considered to have a feminine gender (gender is a mess) that i can't claim the label (honestly since then i think i don't experience transmisogyny very often and some say that's a requirement to be transfem)

so lost on it, any time i tried calling myself transfem i felt like a fake and that if people saw how masculine i am that they would call me a fake (honestly i dont even know if that would happen if that itself would be considered transmisogyny for someone like me since i do identify as a transmasc too and im more masculine now because of being on testosterone even though it is as significant as it is because of the hyperandrogenism... Idk if it counts as transmisogyny towards a transfem intersex person when its partly from being on testosterone even tho it wouldnt show up as strongly if you were perisex, yknow. more complications sigh)

so there's a lot of nuance to being intersex, and i totally understand why you're so confused and lost, because that's where i'm still at right now, so don't feel bad at all

it can take a very long time to kind of unwind that you're not perisex and that perisex logic doesn't apply to you. it doesn't really matter if you're "more" feminine than masculine, honestly, sometimes that makes it harder for intersex people, because when you have more subtle masculine features, people often think you are a transfeminine person attempting to hide those features due to dysphoria or trying to pass. it's very annoying, people are invasive in ways that aren't necessary

afab intersex people are often denied our femininity wholesale due to our masculine features. i was told i wasn't a "real girl" and i couldn't do things like wear makeup, for example, without getting absolutely ridiculed for no reason by my peers. i was also ridiculed for carrying a purse, or wearing feminine clothing. i was told i was "too manly to be a girl" because of my face shape, the slope of my shoulders, the flatness/sagginess of my chest, and my beard/mustache and body hair. i wasn't a guy either though, because i had a high pitched voice and a very obvious hourglass figure, so people just couldn't seem to figure out exactly what they wanted out of me. i was ridiculed into chest binding because people thought me wearing any other type of bra was me "trying to be a girl".

it's very confusing and it's a hard place to exist in in life. i think perisex people just don't really quite get how hard it is to exist as an intersex person. our experiences are so unique that you really can't apply any other logic to it other than our own specific situations. every intersex person is different as well.

if you find yourself relating to this, then it sounds like you experience a transfeminine intersex experience. keep in mind that it doesn't really matter what your agab is due to how you've been treated and if you've been denied the ability to identify as feminine or female in some way due to your agab, it is a transfeminine experience. it's just important to remember to never speak over or for amab transfeminine people, of course.

also, once you are on testosterone for a while, if you choose HRT, and you choose you present femininely, people more than likely will interpret you as transfeminine. i was getting so aggressively she/her'd when i had my long pink hair that i had to shave it off because i was sick of it. i had an old woman in a dollar store rush up to me to tell me to be careful, because there are people out there who like to attack certain girls. i really appreciated the gesture but it just goes to show you how people jump to conclusions very quickly when they see a "masculine body" and "feminine clothing" combined.

i hope that helps you out, i know it'll take some time for you to be able to come to terms with everything. i still am, myself, it's hard. there's no guidebook to being intersex, i wish our experiences were more well spoken of, but for now we simply have to do our best with what we have. i'm going to write a few zines and leaflets down the road to hopefully help other intersex people like us who are confused and need a sense of community. take care of yourself, hope you're able to sort everything out. good luck

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CHARACTER SHEET ―

FULL NAME: Sae Nijima 

NICKNAME: Sis (only by Makoto), Miss Manager (only by Morgana) 

ALIASES: Leviathan (if you count Shadow Sae) 

HEIGHT: 5′6″

ZODIAC: Libra 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese, English, Korean, Chinese, Spanish, and a bit of Vietnamese. She’s still learning and teaching herself. 

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR: Long, stark grey that curls near the ends. It’s well-maintained and very silky to the touch. 

FACIAL HAIR: None

EYES: Dark, brownish-red 

SKIN TONE: Pale and very fair 

BODY TYPE: An hourglass figure, but very slim and athletically toned. She doesn’t show signs of too much muscular build but she always stays in shape. 

VOICE: Confident, and very present. You can tell when she’s in a room by the way she firmly greets herself, making everyone turn their attention towards her. It’s not too high-pitched, but it can be classified as a strong, rich, feminine voice.  

DOMINANT HAND: Right 

POSTURE: She always stands at her height. Perhaps a little higher since she wears heels a lot. Squared shoulders, chest forward and out, head held upward, and her arms swing by her side, unless she’s carrying her purse. 

SCARS: There’s one on her back when she had a confrontation with a gang group, and a bit of bruise marks around her left wrist from a very, very bad date. 

BIRTHMARKS: None 

MOST NOTABLE FEATURES: She comes off as very cold and calculating. People are usually turned off by her presence since she exudes a very bitter, very unfriendly air in general. 

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ―

PLACE OF BIRTH: Yokohama, Asahi Ward 

HOMETOWN:  Yokohama, Asahi Ward but then moved to Shibuya at a younger age 

SIBLINGS: Younger sister, Makoto Nijima 

PARENTS: Deceased mother and deceased father 

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION: Formerly a prosecutor, now a defense lawyer 

CURRENT RESIDENCE: A two-person apartment in Aoyama-Itchome

CLOSE FRIENDS: ...no one, actually....unless you consider Sojiro and Zenkichi, but they’re more acquaintances at best. 

FINANCIAL STATUS: Stable, making just enough to pay for necessary expenses, bills, and Makoto’s future college curriculum. 

DRIVER’S LICENSE: Yes 

CRIMINAL RECORD: None 

VICES: Stubborn and resilient to the very end. A lot of times she believes her words and actions to all be justified, refusing to see another’s point of view or outside reasoning even though she works in law. She hates losing, and hates surrendering when the odds are stacked against her. She has cheated her way out of situations to get a quick win, but she’s learning to be better than that. 

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

LOVE LANGUAGE: Words of affirmation, gift giving, and acts of service. She’s not much of showing her emotions through touch or by any physical means. 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: It’s...difficult for Sae to even think about romantic relationships. She’s moreso focused on her own work, furthering her career, and making sure Makoto has enough to become an independent woman once she graduates from college. Many of her co-workers tease her about still being single, or finding someone to go on a date with her. That way she’s not acting like such a bitch around them and she can have a more positive attitude. She doesn’t want someone to ‘correct’ her personality, but someone who does truly love all of her. Even the harsher parts. 

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER’S THEME TUNE: Exploring the World of Fables - The Wolf Among Us OST 

HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Kickboxing, reading short story novels, the occasional origami, yoga, sudoku puzzles 

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: Left brained 

SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL: It’s quite average, but she’s not really all there under the surface. While she does feel comfortable with herself, both in a physical way and emotional way, there’s times where that confidence wavers because of how others perceive her. She wants to be independent, she wants to be trustworthy, but she’s also built herself a social wall when it comes to interacting with others. If they don’t like what they see concerning her, then she won’t bother to be around those people. But...it does affect her, little by little. 

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Four Horsemen

Chapter Seven: A house to call my own.

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Red (Female Reader) Genre: Modern, sci-fi, mystery Trigger Warnings: Graphic Scenes Mention of violence and criminal activities Cursing, Swearing Rating: MA15+

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[Red's Point of View]

The circular bathtub, made of exquisite black and gold marble, took pride of place in the center of the spacious bathroom. It was a drop-in style tub, seamlessly integrated into the smooth floor. Its large size provided ample room for indulgence, allowing one to sink into the depths of relaxation.

The surrounding tiles, a rich obsidian black, adorned the walls, reflecting the gleam of the candlelight that danced throughout the space. Their glossy surface added an air of sophistication to the room, while also creating a sense of depth and mystery. It was as if the tiles held secrets within their dark embrace.

A magnificent window, framed with elegant curtains, overlooked the enchanting woods beyond. Its generous proportions allowed streams of sunlight to filter into the room, casting a warm glow upon the luxurious surroundings. Nature's artwork became an ever-changing backdrop, with dappled light and swaying branches, offering a serene connection to the outside world.

Nestled near the window, on a small table, sat the silver incense burner. It took the delicate shape of a lotus flower, its petals gracefully unfurling, symbolizing purity and enlightenment. Fragrant smoke curled upward, carrying scents of sandalwood, lavender, and other calming essences, infusing the air with tranquility.

Adjacent to the bathtub, a shelf held an assortment of bathroom amenities, neatly organized. Shampoo, conditioner, and various oils awaited their turn to pamper and nourish the body. The bottles glistened in the sunlight, their labels a promise of luxurious self-care. Black towels hung on the towel warmer, I had a large de-humidifier inside the bathroom and another one just outside the bathroom to ensure air remains dry.

On the sink in a medium sized glass jewelry casket for my rings like my diamond and fire opal ring, my brass pair of cufflinks with several myriad amber stones, a gold pendant with several myriad diamonds given to her by several exes in the past.

There was an hourglass with white sand which timed how long I was in the bath for, the light red curtain for the large window and the midnight blue walls of the bathroom. I have several small velvet purses filled with coins in case I needed them, along with a small ceramic dish held my favorite blood red lipstick along with my favourite palette of neutral eyeshadow shades and jet black liquid eyeliner.

My pair of crimson silk slippers are always outside the bathroom to put on after having a bath. I kept a hairbrush with an ivory bone handle to brush my hair before I go to bed, usually keeping it in the end table drawer beside my bed. I lived far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in a large cottage surrounded by a forest behind it.

Steam rose from the scalding hot water from inside the bathtub, the warmth embraced my body as I stepped into the tub sinking further into the water. Letting it envelope me, a sigh escaped my lips as the tension left my body, the pure bliss I felt. My friend was staying over for the night, she wanted to see the place for herself and she planned on taking me to an art auction in town the next day.

Adeline was visiting for two days and planned on staying over for two nights at the very least. She wasn't too sure about me living on my own for a while, stating she was afraid something could happen to me while I lived in a secluded area. I assured her every precaution was put into place long before I moved in.

She walked into the bathroom fifteen minutes after I started bathing to tell me what she was going to do while she was here, interrupting my moment of tranquility. Adeline was a lively and inquisitive woman, always eager to explore new adventures. Her vibrant red hair and mischievous smile were a stark contrast to my own calm demeanor.

"Red, darling, have you decided what you'd like to do tomorrow?" Adeline asked, her voice echoing in the marble bathroom.

I leaned back against the edge of the tub, allowing the warm water to support my body. "I was thinking we could start the day with a visit to the art auction in town. You know how much I adore discovering new artists and their creations." she continued.

"As much as you enjoy baking that's for sure." I replied thinking about it further, "Anything you wanted to do tomorrow? I assume the auction would be held during the night,"

Adeline replied, "Well, during the day, I thought we could take a stroll through the local market. They have a wide variety of fresh produce and unique crafts. It's always a treat to explore and support local businesses. And perhaps we could grab lunch at that charming little café we passed by last time."

A few hours later, we both went to bed, Adeline stayed in the guest room with her fiancé, James. Unlike them, I have dated around since I was 18 and never found someone who captivated my heart. It came close though, timing was never right and it was often due to them falling out of love first.

[naariwardrobe]

Instructions to Pick the Ideal Party Wear Dress for Each Event

With regards to dressing for parties, women frequently wind up exploring a wide cluster of styles, varieties, and fits. Whether it's a formal assembling, a relaxed social gathering, or a themed occasion, choosing the ideal party wear dress can have a significant effect. This is an aide while heading to pick the ideal party wear dresses for women for each event.

Figure out the Clothing standard

The most vital phase in picking the right party wear dress is figuring out the occasion's clothing standard. Various events call for various styles:

Formal Occasions: Choose floor-length outfits, exquisite midi dresses, or complex semi-formal gowns. Rich textures like silk or glossy silk function admirably here.

Semi-Formal Social events: A jazzy knee-length dress or a stylish jumpsuit can be great. Search for lively prints or intense varieties.

Easygoing Gatherings: Pick more loosened up choices, like sundresses, maxi dresses, or polished isolates. Comfort is vital, however you can in any case add a bit of style with frill.

Consider Your Body Shape

Choosing a dress that compliments your body shape is significant. Here are a few hints for different body types:

Hourglass: A fitted dress that highlights your midsection makes all the difference. Think wrap dresses or fitted sheaths.

Pear-Molded: A-line or domain midriff dresses can assist with adjusting your extents by causing to notice your chest area.

Apple-Molded: Search for dresses that snap at the midsection and stream over the hips, similar to a fit-and-flare style.

Athletic: A dress with unsettles, embellishments, or a fitted bodice can add female bends. Consider shift dresses or plans with midsection ties.

Pick the Right Texture

The texture of the dress can influence the two its comfort and appearance:

Lightweight Textures: Materials like chiffon or cotton are perfect for summer parties, considering breathability and development.

Weighty Textures: For winter occasions, decide on thicker materials like velvet or brocade, which can give warmth and class.

Finished Textures: Think about ribbon or sequined textures for a bit of marvelousness at night parties.

Focus on Varieties and Examples

The variety and example of your dress can convey various energies:

Striking Tones: Splendid shades like red, imperial blue, or emerald green can say something.

Pastels: Delicate varieties are ideal for daytime occasions or spring social events.

Designs: Botanical prints, stripes, or polka dabs can add a great component to your outfit. Simply ensure the example lines up with the formality of the occasion.

Embellish Shrewdly

The right embellishments can hoist your party wear dress:

Gems: Proclamation hoops or a striking jewelry can add charm. Save it basic for additional formal occasions.

Packs: Pick a grasp or a little purse that supplements your dress. Metallics or gem tones can improve your look.

Shoes: The decision of footwear is fundamental. Heels can prolong your legs and add complexity, while slick pads can give comfort to easygoing social occasions.

Realize Your Comfort Zone

While it's crucial for look remarkable, it means a lot to feel comfortable in your dress. Pick a style that permits you to move unreservedly and partake in the party without continually changing your outfit.

Try different things with Styles

Make sure to out various styles and outlines. Investigate various lengths, neck areas, and plans to find what causes you to feel sure and wonderful. Style is tied in with communicating your singularity, so let your character radiate through your decision of party wear dress.

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Picking the ideal party wear dresses for women requires thought of the event, body shape, texture, variety, embellishments, and, in particular, your comfort. By remembering these elements, you can find a dress that fits well as well as causes you to feel sure and prepared to celebrate. Embrace the open door to exhibit your style, and recall that the best embellishment is your certainty!

[the-trend-tales]

Best Dressed MET Gala 2024

The MET Gala, is the major in the fashion world started in 1948. The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s costume Institutes is fundraised annually by annually by The MET Gala in New York City. It marks the grand opening fashion exhibit of the annual Costume Institutes. The event is known for its exclusive guest list including celebrities, designers and high-profile figures from many and different industries, in addition to the thematic outfits and exhibits.

The theme and the dress code are two separate things. The theme is the title of the costume institute’s new exhibition, and it describes the overall concept of the event and the 2024 Met Gala’s theme as “Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion” and “The Garden of Time” as the dress code.

Regarding the exclusive guest list of The Met Gala 2024, the two singers Tyla and Lana Del Rey. Tyla, the talk of the night who made The MET Gala debut as it’s her first, I believe this is unforgettable. She looked so good as she was referencing the sand of time from head to toe, I really loved the details of the look and how the sand was going on to her arm and on to her shoulder and I think it was made with real sand as this dress is molded to her body. She looked stunning.

The dress fits her perfectly. It’s out of the box and unexpected and the hourglass purse and I believe that everybody is going to be talking about the sand dress and how the sand-covered dress was literally chopped in half for her in the after-party look supports the concept that they took where they based the whole concept around them. The most iconic moment is when the security guards were carrying her up the stairs because she can barely move with this dress but this is shows how “il faut soufrir pour etre belle” “beauty is pain” It’s out of the box and unexpected. This is simply timeless.

Lana Del Rey in the tree themed look was so unique and very on theme and looks very obviously in Alexander McQueen based on archive runway look with the corset dress in silk, double georgette and tulle all hand embroidered with hammered bronze bullion hathtorn branches, inspired by the patina and form of sculptures. It’s so Woodland Fairy nymph with the decaying roots vibe and her thorn crown made the shape with the veil and extend out to the rose in her hand. It’s a little dark and mysterious and spooky I loved the draping around her face made her very different and extravagant. And we can’t forget the most iconic shoes where everybody in long dresses I couldn’t see their shoes.

Lana Del Rey and Tyla’s dresses and overall looks grabbed my attention, given their individual styles and the event’s reputation for extravagant fashion statements. They both met individually the MET Gala’s theme and dress code expectation and made so much effort on the details such as the sand on Tyla’s shoulder and the hourglass purse and Lana’s crown, branches, rose, and finally the shoes that added so much on the look. These were my two favorite looks of the MET Gala this year 2024.

By: Carole Magued

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Stylish Winter Bridesmaid Outfits

Chic Winter Bridesmaid Attire

As the winter chill sets in, wedding bells continue to ring.

If you're a bridesmaid during the winter season, you're in for a magical experience.

But what should you wear to look stylish and stay warm? Don't worry, we've got you covered with the most adorable winter bridesmaid outfits and all the tips you need to shine in the snow!

Elegant Winter Bridesmaid Dresses

When it comes to winter bridesmaid outfits, elegance is key. Think dresses in rich, deep hues that capture the charm of winter. Colors like deep burgundy, forest green, or even a classic navy add a touch of sophistication while keeping you in tune with the season.

Consider long-sleeved dresses that exude a timeless charm. These not only provide coverage but also create an elegant look. Fabrics like velvet or satin add a touch of luxury to your winter bridesmaid dress. To stay cozy and stylish, wrap yourself in a faux fur stole or shawl. Now you're ready to step out with confidence and turn heads.

And remember, MOBILESTYLES is here to make sure your beauty shines as bright as your dress. Our expert beauty professionals can create makeup and hairstyles that perfectly complement your winter bridesmaid outfit.

Affordable Winter Bridesmaid Dresses

While you want to look your best, you shouldn't have to break the bank for your winter bridesmaid outfit. 

Consider versatile dresses that can be worn for other occasions, such as holiday parties or date nights. Designer dress rental services offer the chance to wear high-end looks without the high-end price tag. Complete your outfit with statement jewelry, a clutch, and stylish yet affordable shoes. You'll be amazed at how budget-friendly and chic your winter bridesmaid attire can be.

Plus Size Winter Bridesmaid Dresses

Winter bridesmaid style is all-inclusive, and that includes plus-size bridesmaids. Embrace your curves and opt for dresses that not only flatter but also keep you warm during the winter festivities.

A-line dresses work wonders and create a beautiful hourglass silhouette. Look for dresses with cinched waists or wrap styles that accentuate your curves. Deep, rich colors like plum or midnight blue can be incredibly flattering.

Comfort is key when it comes to winter bridesmaid dresses for plus-size women. Look for dresses with stretchy fabrics that allow for easy movement and comfort. And don't forget to complete your look with stylish, wide-legged boots that seamlessly blend fashion and comfort.

Winter Maternity Bridesmaid Outfits

Being pregnant during the winter wedding season doesn't mean you have to sacrifice style. Winter maternity bridesmaid outfits can offer both comfort and elegance.

Choose gowns with empire waists or wrap designs that allow room for your growing baby bump while accentuating your shape. Look for maternity dresses with long sleeves or high necklines to keep you warm during the festivities.

To add a touch of flair to your winter maternity bridesmaid outfit, consider a statement belt that accentuates your baby bump. And when it comes to shoes, opt for low-heeled ankle boots that offer both comfort and stability.

Winter Bridesmaid Fur Wraps and Accessories

Accessories can take your winter bridesmaid outfit to a whole new level. They're your secret weapons for staying warm and stylish.

Scarves, shawls, and faux fur stoles are your best friends during the winter wedding season. Not only do they keep you toasty, but they also add an element of sophistication to your outfit. Consider a statement necklace or earrings to complete your look.

When it comes to footwear, choose closed-toe shoes or ankle boots to keep your feet warm. Don't forget to carry a clutch or purse for your essentials.

Winter Bridesmaid Hairstyles and Makeup Tips

Your hair and makeup play an important role in completing your winter bridesmaid look. Choose hairstyles and makeup that are appropriate for the season and complement your bridesmaid dress.

Winter bridesmaid hairstyles can include elegant updos, romantic braids, or even soft curls. Add a touch of winter magic with a subtle shimmer on your eyelids or a bold, deep lip color. The key is to strike the right balance between beauty and comfort so that your makeup and hairstyle are both stunning and practical for the cold weather.

The Bottom Line

Now that you've mastered the art of choosing winter bridesmaid outfits, you can confidently step into your role as a bridesmaid during the winter season. Remember to prioritize comfort and style while staying warm. With the right dress, accessories, and beauty look, you'll be the star of the winter wedding!

Looking for beauty services to complete your winter bridesmaid outfit? MOBILESTYLES can help. Our expert beauty professionals offer makeup and hairstyling services that perfectly complement your winter bridesmaid attire. Visit our website to find the ideal beauty professional to enhance your winter bridesmaid look.

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Some fashion tips and style guides on what to wear

Essential Fashion Tips and Style Guide: What to Wear to Elevate Your Look

Introduction:

Fashion is an ever-evolving industry, and keeping up with the latest trends and styles can be a daunting task for even the most fashion-savvy individuals. Finding the right outfit for your body type, lifestyle, and occasion can be an overwhelming challenge. However, don’t worry; we are here to help! Welcome to our fashion tips and tricks section! We’ve curated some of the best tips and style guides on what to wear for every occasion. From work to weekends, we’ve got you covered with our everyday fashion tips that will help you look your best.

We hope these everyday fashion tips and tricks have inspired you to up your style game. Remember to keep it comfortable, versatile, and most importantly, have fun with it. Here is a list of fashion tips and style guides that can make the daunting task of dressing up a lot easier:

Understand Your Body Type with fashion tips and style

One of the fundamental aspects of dressing stylishly is understanding your body type. Different body shapes require different clothing silhouettes to flatter your figure. Whether you have an hourglass, pear, apple, rectangle, or inverted triangle shape, identify the cuts and styles that enhance your best features. For example, if you have an hourglass figure, opt for fitted dresses and waist-accentuating tops. Understanding your body type allows you to select clothing that fits well and highlights your natural curves.

Invest in Wardrobe Staples

Building a versatile wardrobe starts with investing in timeless and classic pieces that can be mixed and matched for various occasions. Wardrobe staples include items like a well-tailored blazer, a little black dress, a white button-down shirt, dark denim jeans, and a tailored pair of trousers. These foundational pieces form the basis of your outfits and can be accessorized and styled differently to create a range of looks. Choose high-quality fabrics and designs that withstand the test of time and transcend seasonal trends.

Dress for the Occasion

Adapting your style to different occasions is crucial to making a fashion statement. Consider the dress code and the nature of the event when selecting your outfit. For formal events, opt for elegant and sophisticated attire such as a tailored suit or a classic evening gown. Casual occasions call for relaxed yet stylish ensembles, such as well-fitted jeans paired with a trendy blouse or a chic sundress with comfortable footwear. Dressing appropriately for the occasion showcases your fashion savvy and ensures you feel confident and comfortable in any setting.

Accessorize Thoughtfully

Accessories are the finishing touches that complete your look and add a personal touch to your style. Choose accessories that complement your outfit while reflecting your individuality. Experiment with statement necklaces, scarves, belts, hats, or a well-crafted purse to elevate your ensemble. Don't be afraid to mix metals or combine different textures for added visual interest. However, it's essential to strike a balance and not over-accessorize, as it can overwhelm your outfit.

Embrace Colors and Patterns

Experimenting with colors and patterns can add excitement and personality to your outfits. Incorporate vibrant hues and patterns that complement your skin tone and personal style. For a classic and polished look, opt for a monochromatic color palette with different shades of a single color. To make a bold statement, mix and match complementary colors or incorporate eye-catching patterns like stripes, polka dots, or floral prints. The key is to strike a balance between bold and subtle elements to create a cohesive and visually appealing ensemble.

Confidence is Key

No matter what you wear, the most important fashion tip is to wear it with confidence. Confidence exudes from within and can transform a simple outfit into a fashion statement. Embrace your personal style choices, be proud of your unique fashion sense, and carry yourself with poise. Remember that fashion is a form of self-expression, and when you feel confident in your outfit, it will naturally radiate through your entire presence.

Conclusion

By following these fashion tips and embracing your personal style, you can confidently navigate the world of fashion and make informed choices about what to wear. Remember to understand your body type, invest in timeless wardrobe staples, dress appropriately for each occasion, experiment with colors and patterns, prioritize fit and tailoring, accessorize thoughtfully, and, most importantly, wear your outfits with confidence. Fashion is a journey of self-discovery and creativity, so have fun exploring your style and elevating your look to reflect your true self.

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#FashionShop #DiscontinuedMerch #Purse #StoreClosing #PlushPals

I remember the long since gone store Fashion Shop. It had early 2000's furniture and clothes.

It also sold candy and snacks.

Kind of like Gordmans but had chairs like lips or a woman's dress shoe.

I miss that place.

I wish it returned online only like Kmart and Sears.

The other stuff I remember the store having.

I had a blue jeans purse with plastic decorations on it with the original tag on it before the place went under.

The decorations were falling off of it though.

Links to all the images of the items I saw in the store.

Pink Diva Shoe Chair by Piedmont - PDM-LRSCPink (homecinemacenter.com)

Amazon.com : Set of 3 Kidsmania 4oz Ooze Tubes! Oozing Delicious Flavors - Blue Raspberry, Cherry, Green Apple! (3) : Grocery & Gourmet Food

MOOD OASIS Mood Ring for Men and Women | Vintage Classic Edition | Oval Shape | 8 Different Mood Colours | Aesthetic Rings | Cool Ring | Rings for Teen Girls (8)|Amazon.com

Water Motion Liquid Bubble Timer, Sensory Fidget Toy, Multi Colored Desk Toy Calming Sensory Fidget, Relaxation Desk Toy|Figurines & Miniatures| - AliExpress

Lips Hot Pink Velvet Settee - TOV Furniture

Juicy Couture | Pants & Jumpsuits | Juicy Couture 200s Og Big Bling Velour Track Pants Gem Rhinestones In Liquorice | Poshmark

Farfi Double Heart Liquid Motion Bubble Drip Oil Hourglass Timer Clock Kids Toy Gift - Walmart.com

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Evening Gowns With Sleeves

Steal the spotlight with our curated assortment of evening attire plus size evening gowns. Imbued with runway-infused references, these elegant evening dresses will remember to make an impact at any after-dark events.

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Call it a prolonged side-effect of celebrities, butthe naked costume has cemented itself as part of the tradition. One could argue it's nearly misplaced its edge, as it's become an essential part of the red carpet circuit and the fashion person's going-out starter pack. Of course, to say that this type hasn't developed since its cultural debut would not be true. Recent runway collections have proven us that designers have pivoted from focusing on extra risqué silhouettes (e.g., going-out dresses with micro-hemlines and big cutouts) to concentrating on textiles as an alternative. That shift is clear within the oh-so-sheer evening gowns we noticed on the spring/summer 2023 runways.

An evening dress is historically worn for more formal events similar to black tie events or weddings, however they’re not unique to those events. You can find a fabulous range of types and colours here at Yumi, good for any occasion you have deliberate. This is type of a heavy piece that makes fairly the statement. Stunningly stunning 50s-inspired ballerina type prom dress in the palest powder blue, initially bought in a few chosen Warehouse shops as a limited edition.

There's sparkles aplenty in this edit but additionally plenty of 'wearable' pieces too; there's nothing higher in your purse strings, or the planet, than a gown you can re-purpose post-event. By deciding on a location, it is possible for you to to see special events, unique promotions and information near you. Hi Claire, I’m conflicted on what cloth choice evening gowns to make for my client,she’s s light skinned African with an attractive hourglass figure and the gown should flaunt her curves and drape on the identical time. I’m particularly needing a royal colour too. For Attendants and something long & soft, considerably sheer for the Bride in cream. Would crushed velvet or the marbled velvet you describe be finest for stiles for the bridesmaids and what to line them?

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