#i dont exactly know enough about aprons to know if the edging on it works for the era

[corvidaedream]

im working on my lavender & pastel green macaroni outfit rn, but im suddenly also inspired to make a feminine-presenting outfit (for work-wear, mostly) that's technically accurate to the 1770s, but is actually just based on this 1902 beatrix potter illustration:

secret little tailor mouse cosplay

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

part 19.

"No, no," i laughed. "im not going to make you help me." i shook my head, continuing to work on the huge order i had received the previous night for a wedding.

"You're not making me help you. I want to." he slid his hands over the glass case, gripping onto the edge.

"You wholeheartedly want to help me?" i raise my eyebrow at him, "im fine by myself. It's not a big deal."

"Exactly, it's not a big deal. if you teach me how to make drinks and shit we can get this order done 2 times faster." he looked at his phone, "we only have 2 hours to complete it, anyway."

my stomach dropped. "theres only 2 hours left?!" i sighed heavily, "fine. let me go grab an apron from the back."

i grabbed a spare apron and quickly brought it back out to him. i tossed it to him and watched as he quickly put it on.

"Well, get your ass back here." i beckoned him, "dont worry, I'll pay you for helping me."

he immediately shook his head, "dont, im volunteering."

"Whatever," i gave in, knowing I'd end up paying him in the morning. "we need to make a couple of batches of croissants and a shit ton of hot chocolate. dont ask me why someone would want that for their wedding, but i dont judge."

"Easy, so how do i do that?" i rolled my eyes at him.

"Come with me." he followed me back into the kitchen. "Grab the 2 biggest pans over there on the rack." he did as told as i took the bucket of pre-made dough out of the fridge.

i dumped it out onto the counter, taking a rolling pin and beginning to work the dough. i rolled out half of the dough to be flat and cut the other half off.

he set the pans onto the counter next to me. "Now what?"

i handed him a knife, "Cut this dough into triangles like this." i took his hand gently and showed him how to cut the dough.

"Easy enough," he smiled at me before getting to work. concentration washed over his face as he worked hard, trying not to disappoint me.

i began to roll out the other half of the dough, occasionally bumping him with my elbow, causing us both to giggle. "So, come here often?" i say, awkwardly trying to fill the silence.

he looked over and smiled, "occasionally. so, is this some special family secret dough or something?"

"Yeah, actually. my mom likes to add pinches of random seasonings to whatever she makes, and this one kinda stuck. but i'm not telling you the secret." i smirked, nudging his elbow.

he dramatically rolled his eyes, "Fine, i guess." he replied sarcastically.

after all of the triangles had been made, i taught him how to roll them up. "we gotta make this shit quick, we got an hour left, and that's just enough time. we still have to hustle." i dusted off my hands, "i'm going to go prepare the hot chocolate. i trust you to do this, can you?"

he nodded quickly, "Yeah, it's pretty simple."

"Okay," i said cautiously, "i'll be back."

i walked out to the front part of the kitchen, the part that's visible to the public, and began the big batch of hot cocoa. i boiled exactly a gallon of milk and added, per usual, my mothers hot chocolate mix. i always thought my mother was crazy, making everything by hand. but it was her passion, and i dare say it rubbed off on me, too.

i glanced into the kitchen, watching how johnnies hands quickly rolled up each croissant. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed together. i heard him humming to himself softly, and the sight made butterflies erupt in my stomach. i realized Johnnie was the most handsome and kind person i had ever met.

while waiting for the hot chocolate to finish brewing, i stepped back into the kitchen. i approached  johnnie quietly, startling him as my hand patted his back. "You did really well, actually. That was super quick." Feeling as if i was about to throw up from the mix of butterflies and anxiety, i leaned over and kissed his cheek.

his face turned red as he tried to stay focused. "t-thank you." he shot me a soft smile before stepping back and washing off his hands.

i lined them up neatly on the tray, making sure to put just enough spacing so i could fit larger portions on the two trays. everything surprisingly went smoothly, and i slid them in the oven.

i sighed contently, "At least we got all the hard work done. now, we just gotta let everything cook, and then we can pack it. Does that sound okay?" i checked with johnnie.

"Yeah, of course." he took the apron off and hung it back with the others. "That was actually really fun." he admitted.

i scoffed, putting my hand on my hip, "you thought it wouldn't be?"

he rolled his eyes, "im just saying,"

i ran my hand down his arm as i walked past, "i know, johnnie. im messing with you." i pulled a couple of boxes out of the cabinet and set them up. i tossed him a stack of cups. "Would you mind pouring the hot chocolate?"

he caught them and agreed, walking over to the counter and getting straight to work. as he poured all of the drinks, i checked on the croissants and pulled them out of the oven.

i set them aside to cool enough so i could put them in the box. there was roughly 15 minutes before the man was going to pick them up.

with johnnies help, we finished everything with 5 minutes to spare. we stacked the boxes and put at least 50 mugs of hot chocolate in holders. we stood back to admire our work. he sighed heavily, "i think we did it."

i smiled. "You think? i really wouldn't have been able to do it without you."

he turned to me, stepping closer so that we were face to face. "i dont know, i think you would've made it. there's not much you can't do." he encouraged.

i stayed silent, staring into his bright blue eyes as i smiled. he pulled me in for a hug, his hand smoothing out my hair, holding my face closer to his chest. "Thank you so much for your help."

"Anytime. can i help again sometime?"

"Only if i can pay you." i caved.

"i dont- y/n," he pulled away, "i dont need the money. i actually like helping, i dont wanna be paid for that."

i hesitated, "If you insist." A man walked in dressed in a tux. "Hello! are you here to pick up the wedding order?"

"Hey, beautiful. yes, i am. are you the same woman i spoke to over the phone?" his voice was soft, almost forcibly soft as he spoke.

i glanced to johnnie, notcing how jealousy was written all over his face. "Yeah, i am." i nodded towards the stack of items. "heres your order."

"You're much prettier than i imagined. do you think i could get your number?" he smirked, pulling out his phone.

i glanced to johnnie, silently asking him to help. i was scared to reject the man. "i-"

johnnie spoke up. "She's taken, sorry."

[honeypirate]

Looking Forward To It

In which pro hero Dynamight falls for his high school crush and personal suit designer and scientist, you, and asks you out.

Bakugou x reader (could be gn or fem but i didn’t edit it so i dont remember)

readers quirk works like welding but only works on metals, went to UA as a support student but took extra hero course classes so you could be a hero if any metal villians were to come along. Bakugou and you were friends after second year when you made him a really amazing support item and loved explosions as much as he does. you agreed with him that Lord Explosion Murder was an amazing hero name and that sealed your friendship forever.

Bakugou walks into the warehouse, a smile on his lips, he’s been looking forward to this meeting for several reasons, the biggest reason being you and the second being he is so excited to see what you have made. You were the student behind the design of his current hero suit and since you have grown up you became one the most well known designers and scientists. He has a small jar in his hand of his glycerin like liquid that you needed a little of, for a new idea, the meeting was just supposed to discuss your thoughts and share with him your ideas.

The warehouse was set up with a small office in the front, followed by a few meeting rooms, a public bathroom, and the biggest part being your “office” but it was more like just a work floor for you and your employees to have enough space. There was also an armored testing room and a room in the back where you could sleep that had a full bathroom with a shower.

“She’s in the back Dynamight you can go on in” your receptionist says with a smile and he thanks her before heading back into your office/work area.

As he is making his way back to you he hears a small ecplosion followed by your frustrated voice echoing down to him “Mother fucking bitch! God damn it all! That was not my plan! Mother hell!” he chuckles as he pushes the half cracked door open all the way “Y/N?” he says and you laugh, a sound that makes him smile and brings butterflies to his stomach, followed by your voice “back here!” he walks farther into the room, bast the many tall shelves lined with several different ingredients and different power tools all organized specifically by color, followed by several bins with different metals, he can see your back as you sit at a metal table, a few lights around you and smoke still in the air. As he gets closer he can see the tools around you, things that he didn't even recognize, tools you once told him you designed, and things that look like metal capsules. You hop off your stool and turn towards him “right on time!” you exclaim with a blinding smile that makes his heart skip, you throw your arms around his neck and he chuckles as he hugs you back. When you pull away you pull the dark goggles off the top of your head and set them down on the table. “You bring it?” he nods “of course! I’m excited to see what you have for me” he says and you squeal ''I am too!” you hold out your hand and he places the jar in it. 

You stand next to the table and he stands besides you, “watch this” you say with a smile as you put a metal dropper into the golden liquid in the small jar and get out .5 of an ounce before placing it into a small metal capsule, placing a special lid on and sealing the edge with your quirk. “This is kind of dumb becasue you wont use them very often if at all. But this topper makes it so this will explode on impact and then suck everything back to that space like an implosion. And this top” you hold up a different unconnected piece “is a timer. So its a real bomb!” you say excitedly and he chuckles, your happiness rubbing off on him. “That is really cool I must say. Even if i don't use it often it is a cool option to have” you grin “i'm glad you think so. I felt kind of dumb but i still wanted to try. Do you want to see this?” you hold up the capsule you just made and he laughs “of course!” you bounce on your toes in a little dance as you take off your leather apron and set it on the desk  “okay follow me!” he laughs and follows you out the door off the side of your office, into teating room you made specifically to test Bakugous support items. 

“Okay okay okay you know where to stand” he laughs, he loved your energy and your mind, he stood where you wanted him, behind a very thick piece of plastic so he could see into the other side of the room, you squeal again with glee and walk into the other side of the plastic, you kiss the little capsule and then toss it to the other side of the room, moving over quickly next to Bakugou as it sails through the air before it hits the other side of the wall and explodes before sucking everything back to the middle point of impact exactly like you hoped it would. “Yes!” you exclaim and raise your hands in the air, turning towards him and hopping up and down. “That was amazing y/n!” he laughs and you blush at the way he was looking at you. “I know it isn’t super practical but at the right time it would be fun to use!” you tuck your hair behind your ear and then gasp, bringing your hands out in front of you “I didn't realize i was so dirty” you chuckle, realizing some must be on your face but you didn’t really care. 

“Yeah just a little but that’s how i know you’re making super amazing things!” he gushes and then blushes, clearing his throat “you said you have something for me?” you beam at him “that’s right! Come with me it’s just inside” he follows you back to your office and you quickly run and grab a box from under your desk, “I know you are a huge fan of your black, green, and orange, color scheme. But I made some improvements to stitching and flexibility, with a better flame resistant formula that actually keeps you cool as you wear it. I also wanted to try a semi different color scheme so just tell me if you hate it and I'll make it just the same as your others. But i was thinking since it’s fall and going to be winter,” you pull out a new suit, identical to the last save a few details, the orange bands were thinner and lighter, and now they were a darker blood orange. The black was even more black, a higher percentage of light being lost than the other black (thank you stuart semple) and the green being a darker green as well, more foresty and less tree frog. “I thought the darker colors would look AMAZING when it snows and the orange is more fall. There are even several hidden pockets that make whatever is inside them indestructible, so your phone, wallet, whatever will be safe no matter what”  He takes the suit from you with a smile “y/n this is …. Perfect!” you laugh “really?!” he nods “i love the new colors it’s perfect for winter and i love the pockets. Im gonna go change in your bathroom” and before you can stop him he is off into your private bathroom in the back of the office. 

You hop on your stool and begin making more of the little capsules, just three more with the amount of his Nitroglycerin substance. You place them in the box and then work on some other personal project of something you were making for your moms birthday.

When he comes back he walks quietly since he was behind you “tell me what you think” he says and you grin, setting down your tools you turn around and gasp with a smile “it is so much better than i imagined. Is it too tight? How is the fabric? Is it itchy?” you hop off your stool and make your way over to him while you talk, reaching out and running your hands across his chest to feel how it fits, running your hands across the straps to make sure they fit him well, as he begins to speak you walk around to his back side “n-no it’s all great. R-really” you run your hands across the fabric on the back, the tank like top on his shoulders sat well, you stuck your fingers inside the fabric by his shoulders, pulling it back a little and running your fingers along the inside seam, down until you get to his armpits. 

What you didn’t know was how hard his heart was beating, you always got into the headspace of an inventor every time you gave him something new, not noticing the effect you had on him, how his heartbeat grows rapid and his hands get really sweaty, filling up his gauntlets. You never noticed how he blushed or how his voice stuttered through answers to the questions you ask. You check the way his belt fits on his hips and he gets goosebumps that you, you guessed it, didn’t even notice. 

“It looks so good. I'm so proud of myself!” you  giggle as you walk back to the box on your table, your back to him again now, he takes a deep breath and tries to calm his heart. “I have improved your gauntlets as well, the color and the weight, they can also hold double the amount now so since you wear them all day you won't waste any. Also here is a new head piece, it’s built in with bluetooth so you can connect it to your phone and it will perform voice commands, you can set the word that wakes it up through an app i made that i already emailed you.” he chuckles “always going above and beyond. That’s why you're my favorite” your heart skips and your cheeks flush as he comes over, swapping out his gauntlets and head piece for the new ones, he places his old gear in the box and smiles at you. “I’m glad I can make you happy yet again” you say and smile at him, thinking about all the other ways you wish you could make him happy 

Since you didn’t have anything else for him, it was time for him to leave. You hated this time because it always comes too soon, you walk him out to the door and your receptionist sends you an obvious look before she excuses herself to the bathroom. “So i’ll.. uh.. text you if i have anything new for you” you say with an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of your neck before placing your hands behind your back, rocking on your feet “sound’s good” he says with a smile and you heart skips again, your cheeks feel warm as you return his smile. “Okay then” you say and he goes to push the door open “I’ll see you around.” he pauses for a second and then turns back “do you wanna get dinner with me maybe? As a date?” he asks, rather quickly actually, all of it out in a rush, his nervousness showing. You gasp before chuckling softly “I’d love that” you say with a closed eye smile and he lets out a breathy, nervous laugh. “Okay. cool. I knew you’d say yes (he didn’t. He thought you were definitely going to say no). I’ll call you after work then” he says, a blush covering his cheeks, you beam at him and then say “I’ll be looking forward to it”

[baekhyuniebacon-blog]

Prisoner - part 1

Baekhyun x reader

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summary: Y/N works in a prison where Baekhyun comes to sit his 6 year imprisonment. He catches Y/N’s attention right away and it’s hard for her to keep herself away from him. Weird events make her avoid him but Baekhyun needs her help. He's the main suspect to a murder but swears he didn't do it. Will Y/N trust him and let her feelings take over?

warnings: violence, mentions of death and blood, cursing 

words: 1,5k 

Masterlist

You were scrubbing the floor of the old part of the prison. There were no prisoners yet, so it was easy to clean it. No staring, yelling or lame pick-up lines. The cells were nasty and had no privacy.; three walls made of concrete and one was just metal bars, so you could see everything they did in them. Two beds and a table were all the prisoners had and nothing else. Maybe two of their personal things that they were allowed to have. It looked hideous and gloomy, no one wanted to be here, and it was understandable. Some prisoners had fights and that’s why there was usually blood on the floors and walls. Of course, you were the one who had to clean them.

This was your second year working in the same place, so it was nothing new to even find people’s ears from the floors. It sounds bad, but this was a cruel prison the black hole were all the despicable criminals were brought. Everything was crazy, and no one was safe from the guards and especially from the prison warden. He controlled the prison with fear and most people feared him. Not everyone though, there were always those contrarians who didn’t believe a work he said.

You were the only woman and the only cleaner and no wonder why. You see, it was lucky for you to be even alive and well. There were many rumors that the previous workers had left after going crazy and some had died here.

“Hey sweetie” a voice said behind you. You got startled as you were so deep in your thoughts. You didn’t turn around, hoping he wouldn’t call you anymore. It was forbidden to talk to the prisoners. The curiosity almost took you over and you wanted to look who it was. You hadn’t noticed him earlier, therefore he must have been brought today. “Don’t you hear me?” he asked raising his voice and tried to get your attention. He called you many times which made you clean the floor faster.

You didn’t want to talk to any of the prisoners today. Sometimes you broke the rule and chatted with the nicest ones, if you were bored. You got in trouble from that but now you wanted to go home in time and it required you to not get in any kind of trouble.

While getting up from the floor you took the sponge and the bucket into your hands and started to walk away without glancing back at the man. “Hey, stop! I just want to talk” He shouted after you and hit the bars which made you wince at the loud noise. He didn’t sound angry rather desperate and you badly wanted to turn back. Luckily one of the guards turned to the hall. He had bed sheets and was taking them to the man. In your head you thanked him for that as the man went silent after noticing the guard.

Later that day your boss, the prison warden, called you to his office. It made you tense right away. He was everything else but nice and caring. If he wasn’t working in prison, you would think he’s a criminal himself. “You called me, sir” you said as you arrived at his office. After closing the door behind, you took a seat opposite to where he was sitting. The smell of coffee and the warm air went through you. I was nice to finally smell something else than just the men’s sweat and sewer that had been clogged for a month now.

“You might have noticed that we just got a new prisoner” He said while rubbing his beard and staring out of the window on your right. “He’s unpredictable and I don’t want him to escape. I suggest you keep yourself away from him. You’ve caused so much trouble and if he escapes, you are in charge of that. You do know what that means, don’t you?” he said turning to you. You nodded slowly “I get a death sentence”

“Exactly. You can leave now” He sighed and started to read his newspaper. You didn’t even get to the door when he stopped you. “Y/N”.“Yes?” You asked, carefully turning around to face him. He had a smirk on his face. “I know you should get out now, but your help is needed at the kitchen. It’s a soup day tomorrow and you need to chop the vegetables”. 

Well there went your free night. He always made you over work and there was nothing you could do about it. You just wanted to wipe that faux-smile off his face. He buried his face to the newspaper and you left the room. You groaned while tying back the apron you had just taken off in thought you were going home.

It was already night when you got the vegetables cut into pieces and you were able to go home. You changed your grey t-shirt, jeans and the white apron to a hoodie and leggings. The cells had no lights in them anymore, but you could see light peeking out from the old part and before you knew it your legs were going towards it. You tried to walk as quietly as you could. They wouldn’t wake up even if you marched down the hall with high heels, but you just wanted to be careful.

After checking that no one was near, you turned from the corner to the other hall. With light steps you got closer to the cell where the new prisoner would be. It felt terrifying to be there with the eerie silence. You were too curious to go back as everyone kept talking about the new guy.

You leaned against the wall that divided two cells. The man’s cell was on your right. Turning your head and getting closer to the cell you could see him. He sat on the edge of his bed while reading a book. His hair was pitch black and his orange prison clothes almost suited him too well. His expression was soft yet so cold. You looked at his lips and they looked sweet and- Wait why am I looking at his lips? You asked from yourself. You lifted your gaze back to his eyes just to find him staring back at you. Rapidly you pushed your back against the wall and cursed under your breath. You froze and felt embarrassed.

“No need to hide anymore. I already saw you” he sighed but sounded amused. You should have just walked out in the first place. As much as you wanted to run away and punch yourself you decided to turn to him. “You’re pretty good at pretending like I’m not here” he said and put down his book to look at you in the eyes. It made your heart beat faster in your chest and you could feel yourself blushing. The fact that he had gotten you red-handed staring at him, his lips particularly. “I’m used to it” You finally said and cleaned your throat. “Why wouldn’t you talk with me earlier?” he asked. “I’m not allowed to”.

“You’re talking to me now though” he said tilting his head to the side with a playful smirk lingering on his lips. “I don’t always obey the rules” You answered and crossed your arms. “Oh, but that’s not very good, isn’t it?”. He leaned his back to the wall behind him and kept looking at you.

You rolled your eyes and wanted to say something back until your eyes met the clock. It was already 1 am and your bus would leave in 5 minutes. “Shit” you cursed. “I have to go, see you tomorrow” you said out of habit without much thinking. “Sure sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere”. You saw his grin go wider and as much as you wanted to correct yourself you had to run to the bus. No way you were walking home.

Once you were back home instead of going to sleep you opened your laptop and tried to find the newest crime news. His face popped to your screen after scrolling through pages for a while. You clicked the link which revealed a clip of the news. “Today the assassin, also known as Baekhyun, that police have been tracking for months has finally been put in prison to fulfill his sentence of six years. As there are no eye witnesses nor enough proof of the people that he might have killed, his imprisonment isn’t that long- “. You cut off the video and shut your laptop. This was something you didn’t imagine him to be.

He killed people. He killed them for money. No matter who it was he would kill them. That thought made you shiver. You curled up in your bed, pulling the blanket on your chin. While staring at the wall, thousand thoughts went through your mind. What if that’s why he wants to talk with you. Are you his next victim?

Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think about the part 1 of my prisoner Baekhyun series :) My first language isn’t English so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.

[gyratingeonian]

JANE: -Guess who's in the kitchen again? It's this gal. She's been occupying much of her time this way; it's largely to burn off anxious energy in waiting for the fated crew to arrive, but also because she just can't stand boring meals day after day.-

JANE: -She isn't baking right now, surprisingly. She's slowly cooking a nice pot roast for dinner, ingredients fresh from one of her many pieces of portable Crocker tech. Her apron reads "Hot Daddy"; an artifact salvaged from somewhere in the pantry.-

JOEY: =She'd been lying upstairs, staring at the ceiling for hours. It was hard being able to sleep soundly without the threat of being discovered for her human qualities, and at times it was hard to believe she had a family again. Mostly everyone all together and all in one place, too. She'd heard some quiet rummaging in the kitchen below until the vapors rose and holy shit, whatever it was smelled delicious. She's sneaking down the stairs like a kid on Christmas Eve, carefully poking her head around the corner.=

JANE: -She doesn't notice Joey immediately; while the food cooks, she's leafing through a business book she found on a shelf and laid out on the counter before closing it back with a sigh. There's not much point in studying business when the business in question is currently being run by an evil alien sea queen, is there?-

JANE: -She scans the room, and then double takes at a pair of eyes around the doorway.- Oh!

JANE: Good... morning? Not really, but I haven't made any breakfast yet. Sorry. I wasn't sure if anyone was up yet.

JOEY: =She finally came out of hiding and stepped the rest of the way down the stairs, smiling in greeting.=

JOEY: nah its fine im not usually up around this time anyway

JOEY: the jet lags been awful =joke=

JANE: The mysterious interdimensional portal-lag, you mean. Hoo. -It's not that funny, but she's trying to make the most of it.- I understand completely.

JANE: Do you like eggs and bacon?

JOEY: =She perked at this=

JOEY: you mean to say

JOEY: you guys actually have that here?

JOEY: =eyes the refrigerator= 8o

JANE: Well... Sort of.

JANE: I conveniently happen to have a very good storage unit on my person.

JANE: -She's already pulling out pans- How do you like your eggs?

JOEY: =when was the last time she had anything that wasn't grubloaf lathered in grubsauce?= JOEY: oh jane you dont have to go through all that trouble—

JOEY: =fusses.=

JOEY: ....

JOEY: sunny side up

JOEY: =she's WEAK=

JANE: -snrrrk- Me, too.

JANE: Don't worry. This is better than sitting around, stewing in potential doom scenarios. -she produces a package of bacon and cuts it open while the pan heats up on the stove-

JANE: And I could use some breakfast, too...

JANE: Shucks. All I've eaten this morning is a bite of leftover cheesecake.

JOEY: that wont do at all! heres to proper sustenance hahaha

JOEY: =she approacheth= it is only right of me to ask if you need help with any of this

JANE: Hmm...

JANE: Actually, I do need help with something. -glances over at her- I've been pretty curious about all this... estranged family business.

JANE: I just never felt like there was a good time to corral you all and ask about it. Actually, the image itself seems pretty rude.

JOEY: oh

JOEY: well... =she leaned back against one of the counters and sighed, laughing a little helplessly as she dragged a hand down one cheek=

JOEY: where to even start?

JANE: Perhaps the beginning?

JANE: As a genuine suggestion, not a sassy remark.

JOEY: =she glanced up at her and soft laughter replaced her expectant expression.=

JOEY: yeah thats always a good place

JOEY: we were little then

JOEY: dad was an explorer so he was gone often

JOEY: our aunt came to stay with us - mom jude tess and me - she had a baby with her

JOEY: bout a year later some people at her work did something that scared her off =she shrugged= and so she left

JOEY: i guess she didnt want us getting caught up in it but it happened anyway =Joey smiled, shaking her head= from that point on we got really good at camping

TESSERACT: =Soft boof as he comes wagging his entire body down the stairs. He smells FOOD.=

JANE: ... -She can sort of guess what that means, but...- Oh hi, doggy. -casually braces herself against a counter-

JANE: No bacon for you yet!

JANE: Um-- So you-- lost your home? Because of... a bad business venture?

JOEY: yeah—

TESSERACT: boof! =Whines up at jane=

JOEY: :O down tess

JOEY: you know better that that

TESSERACT: =WHINES again but lays his head down right on Jane's foot. licks her leg and looks up with those big puppy eyes=

JOEY: we couldnt really go back to it for a while but soon enough they left us alone and we got to go back

JOEY: guess they figured what could a woman her kids and their dog do? not much of a threat, you know

JANE: A... threat?

JANE: This sounds a little more dastardly than I was imagining.

JANE: Was it... you know... them?

JOEY: =she nods=

JOEY: the same people that have taken over skaianet

JOEY: it was our dad and aunts lifes work

JOEY: and they took it out from under them so easily

JOEY: =she ran her hand on the edge of the counter, just feeling the texture there=

JOEY: one day dad never came home

JOEY: i thought for sure because of his connections theyd gotten to him somehow

JOEY: not very long after that mom never came home either(edited)

JUDE: -at some point during the conversation, jude had come up from the basement, but when he heard the topic of discussion, he wound up lingering in the hall just outside the kitchen. hearing their skeletons get dragged out made him anxious, but it was important that jane knew exactly what they were dealing with -- what his whole family had always been dealing with. he runs his hand along the wall, awkwardly stuck in place.-

JOEY: but we claire-leys don't know when to keep our heads down and mouths shut(edited)

JOEY: jude tess and i went off for some daring do and picked up where dad and aunt jo left off

JOEY: it was better for me to think they were dead cause nothing can hurt you when you expect the worst, right? but jude flat out refused to believe that =She shook her head= he was so much stronger than me - bouncy little optimist

JANE: -Jane can't help laughing a little at that description, despite the story itself.- Well... you can sure tell you're related.

JANE: And... if you don't mind me saying so, I'm sure you gave him plenty of push he might not have had alone. -At least, when she met him, he hadn't really been outside in years.- I think it all works out.

JANE: But how did you end up... Elsewhere?(edited)

JOEY: we both had that effect on each other =she glanced down at the counter again= JOEY: it was a whole stack of things but aunt jos research to put it simply JOEY: its what they were after all those years

JOEY: or one of the things at least

JOEY: that research led us to the portal downstairs which in turn led to skaianet finding out jude and i werent so harmless after all

JOEY: =she shrugged her shoulders, but it was more like brushing off the uncomfortable feeling of that distant memory than to indicate something like indifference=

JOEY: they wanted what we knew and if it hadnt been for jude they would have gotten what they wanted(edited)

JANE: ... I have a feeling this tale is nearing its bitter conclusion. -She watches Joey, brows knitting with some concern at the way she seems more uncomfortable the further this story goes.-

JANE: You don't have to tell me all this if you don't want to. My curiosity isn't worth digging up too many bad feelings.(edited)

JUDE: -with an exhale, he finally moves to join them in the kitchen, eyes down cast but he looks up after he gets his hands on a cookie.- ...

JUDE: hello

JUDE: sorry for interrupting...

JUDE: and also for

JUDE: eavesdropping

JANE: !

JANE: Jude.

JANE: I didn't hear you creeping up.

JANE: ... I didn't mean that the way it sounds.

JOEY: =Her back was to the stairs and she turned, a smile lifting as she saw it was her brother. Wow. She has to get used to them being in the same place again.= hey...

JOEY: =she's relieved he was here. The events leading up to everything were easy to say, and of course on Alternia she changed up a few things to suit her trollsona's history. But she'd never gone so far to explain the separation itself other than that it happened. The fear of never seeing her brother again didn't hang heavy over her head and the past didn't hurt quite so much=

JUDE: -catching a glimpse of her smile, he can't help smiling too.- it's alright

JUDE: creeping is probably technically a good way to describe my... general movement

JANE: Well... as long as we're all agreed. :B

JANE: -drapes a paper towel over a plate and starts piling the cooked bacon on it-

JUDE: heh... -cookies and bacon... part of a balanced breakfast. he didn't think this through.-

JUDE: -also sweats because he disrupted the conversation, which makes it his responsibility to initiate it again.- ...

JUDE: so...

JUDE: bacon

JOEY: =she's staring at Jude, and it's obvious she's staring. Her smile is growing by the moment.=

JOEY: yes! and eggs!

JANE: And cookies, apparently. -gives Jude a GAZE.-

JANE: How do you like your eggs?

JUDE: -HOW YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS... FRIED OR FERTILIZED...-

JUDE: sunny side up

JUDE: to match my sunny outlook on life

JOEY: =she just...smiles at him. How can she not?=

JOEY: good answer.

JANE: -SNORTS-

JANE: I'm glad we are all still in agreement, despite serious flaws in your argument. -cracks another egg in the pan-

JANE: How are things going down there?

JUDE: well... none of my other long lost relatives have jumped out so

JUDE: uneventful, mostly

JUDE: which is fine I guess

JUDE: but I'm still anxious for the UU to get here

JUDE: I feel like they should be here by now

JUDE: what if something happened? maybe alternians attacked their ship and their technicians hacked into all their accounts, pouring over records of everyone's speech patterns to perfectly replicate them when they talk to us

JUDE: or maybe... it was never really them to begin with

JUDE: and they knew we were going to contact them

JUDE: and they've lured us here to back us into a corner and now they're waiting for the perfect moment to extract the portal and do away with us once and for all

JOEY: ...

JOEY: jude

JOEY: you know ive always trusted your gut

JOEY: even though those are a whole lot of maybes, maybe we should take precaution

JOEY: is there an easy way of storing the portal if we have to make a quick getaway?

JOEY: plus, if this place is as heavily fortified as it looks, shouldnt there be another way to exit the building than the front and back doors?

JANE: -She swears she's going to find a camera somewhere to stare in, just watch her.-

JANE: Maybe Jamison would have some ideas? Perhaps a rational suggestion or two.

JUDE: I've been able to store it pretty efficiently but

JUDE: maybe I should dismantle it for now

JUDE: if they do show up we can study it with them

JUDE: ... I've mapped out all the escape routes too

JUDE: I mean I found some of James' blueprints of the house but I

JUDE: also physically went around the house looking for exits...

JUDE: but more eyes help... my dad is really good at finding weaknesses in designs so yeah thanks for the suggestion jane

JOEY: theres no harm in taking precautions

JOEY: should we practice drills?

JANE: -SIGHS-

JANE: -slides eggs onto plate-

JOEY: hehehe you never know, jane!

JANE: Well, let's wait until after breakfast for the main course of hubbub. :B

JOEY: good plan!

JOEY: one should never act on an empty stomach :)

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Preparing herself for this humiliation. The chastity belt was a pair of very tight shorts (that held the dildo and butt plug in place) locked tight with a belt that we had drilled a whole in to fit a small padlock. I dont remember what she had done. I do recall that she had not been allowed to orgasm or be fucked in days. She did it and if anything she was a stickler for accepting her punishments.

Dont judge, I didnt make much at the time and she was a student. GS is short for Giggling Slut. Cynthia was cooking, nude but for an apron, her make-shift chastity belt, the anklecuffs, and wrist cuffs. Cynthia had gone to the store (with toys in), purchased and then made the food.

It wasn’t a painful punishment. I opened the door and GS looked lovely. The moment the door bell rung I had seen her freeze. All leading to this though, to having Cynthia be painfully horny, painfully longing and forced to serve as waitress and plaything on a date with GS. I had teased here relentlessly though, long heavy petting sessions without release, teasing her pussy with my cock before making her use her mouth.

Cynthia was in the kitchen when my date arrived. A simple summer dress and sandals. We made small talk and sat down at the table. At my request, GS ignored Cynthia and I mostly did the same. The rule for the night was that when she was not occupied, she would be at my feet and that she was to be in slave mode.

Cynthia left and brought us back appetizers. When she brought them, GS asked to look at the "chastity belt" and we shared a number of comments about it, and how frustrating it must be. She did not know exactly what I had planned, though she was a smart woman and would have guessed it would be GS. GS tried to ignore her, but I could see her eyes flicking to Cynthia over and over, especially abby winter tube as cynthia raised her hand up and into my shorts and began to rub my cock.

abby winters galleries abbie winters girls As GS and I chatted, flirted and subtly poked fun at Cynthia’s situation, Cynthia sat at my feet. There were a list of rules such as what she could and couldn’t wear, how she had to behave, etc. One of the rules of slave mode, at any point she could be rubbing my dick, she was to be rubbing my dick.

" I laughed and explained slave mode and the other modes. Cynthia loved rules and regulations. GS said that she would never accept that sort of denial and I laughed as I watched Cynthia blush. In slave mode she had to be nude unless I said otherwise, such as now.

In slave mode she was only to speak when spoken too. "Is she like that every day? In slave mode Cynthia had no opinions, or at least was not allowed to share them. For instance, as a rule, when we were out in public in public mode, she still had to ask for permission to use the bathroom, but was allowed to do so discreetly or in code.

On a few occasions, Cynthia and I indulged her fantasies of my cuckolding her with another woman or forcing her to participate. "Cynthia," I said, "Tell me, is GS (we didn’t really call her that in person), wearing any panties? " Both women turned red but GS didn’t hesitate to spread her legs www.abby winters porn winters.com farther and left the hem of her skirt.

She was to serve me, amuse me and her only recourse otherwise was to safeword. As we sat, Cynthia removed the apron, I had told her it had to abby winters gallery come off when company arrived, came over and asked us for drink orders. Her voice was flat, controlled. Normally, slave mode was something that we only did alone and only when she was feeling particularly submissive or in trouble.

She’s too far and its sort of dark under the table. "How do you get anything done. She resisted me slightly, but knew better. "Is she getting wet," I said, "perhaps at seeing you debase yourself? She made a slight mewling sound. "No sir," Cynthia said. " "Sir," Cynthia said," I’m not sure.

"What about now slave," I said, adding a bit of edge to my voice. I stopped right before Cynthia’s nose pushed into where I though GS’s pussy must be. Then with my foot I slowly pushed her head, face first, under GS’s skirt, stopping her, who smiled widely and spread her legs.

"Yes Master," her voice muffled. "Take a nice deep smell and tell me how she smells," I said. "Master," Cynthia said, "your date is wet, horny, from being with you and seeing how you treat me. " I wasn’t done though. She was turned on by the humiliation more than the female body. I heard her breathe deeply. GS flushed as we talked of the rules and I saw her spreading her legs a bit. With my knee and then my leg I pushed Cynthia’s shoulders towards GS.

"Yes what slave," I said and gave a nudge, seeing her bump. Cynthia was not dumb and new the sort of thing I wanted. " I still wasn’t done. "Slave," I said and Cynthia mewled again. " GS made a surprised noise and a small moan of pleasure.

" I made a disgusted noise. Cynthia was not a lesbian and really only bi when it embarassed her to be so. Cynthia, we have this lovely guest in our home, here to fuck me, for your benefit, so you can learn your lesson. "It smells like pussy, clean pussy. "GS, I really apologize, I haven’t trained her well it seems.

"This is how you treat a guest," I said. GS was grinning like a shark. I began to sweetly kiss her and slid my hand up her skirt, sliding two fingers inside of her wetness and fingering her for a moment. " Cynthia whined and started to speak but I made a slashing silence gesture. A whine in her throat. "She tastes delicious slave," I said, "She tastes like a proper woman who would never find herself crawling on the floor in a fucking chastity belt serving wine to her lovers lover.

"Sir," Cynthia said, "It tastes fine. " Cynthia made the little whine again but dutifully sucked the fluid off my finger. "She tastes delicious master, like a real woman. I showed Cynthia my wet fingers and slowly sucked the fluid iff one of them. I got up and knelt next to GS where Cynthia could have a nice view.

Then I stood and went back to my seat. "Back to my feet slave," I said. " GS grinned and I watched as she slowly began to pinch Cynthias nipples, harder and harder, pulling on them and pulling out small cries of pain from Cynthia. Then she leaned her head in close to Cynthia’s ear and said, "I’m going to fuck him so hard that he won’t have the energy to fuck you for days.

" "Good girl," I said, "Now go present yourself to our guest, on your knees, chest up. " Cynthia did so, kneeling with her breasts out. "GS," I said, "please feel free to take your apology out on her. And all you can say is she tastes fine? Cynthia crawled back to me, took her place with her head against my leg and began to stroke my now rigid cock.

We largely ignored Cynthia. " With that she let go. Cynthia got up to serve us and then took her place cuddling with my leg, sitting on the floor and rubbing my cock. We sat down on the couch and Cynthia served us before again kneeling at my feet, her head pressed into my leg. GS and I covered a number of topics from work to sex to current events.

" I held my hand out, the other finger glistening and said, "Show me you understand. "Slave," GS said, "I want to make sure I’m ready for your master. Dinner went on less dramatically. When I finished, I put my plate on the floor and told her she could eat my scraps.

" I gave Cynthia a nudge and she made her little whine but slid over. As we ate GS made a head motion at Cynthia and I nodded. GS undid my zipper and began to stroke me slowly. Use your tongue to get me wet for him. She was already very wet. I could see and smell what a lie the line was.

With only a moment of hesitation, Cynthia pushed herself in close and began to lick my lovers pussy. " I could tell from her voice though, deep and husky, how aroused she was and soon I couldn’t stand it. GS lifted herself up enough to pull her skirt higher and spread her legs wide. I pushed cynthia away and forced the egg into the chastity belt, over her clit.

I held my hand out to GS. Cynthia rarely ate cock and GS began to lay into her abby winters gallery over it. "Stay put slave," I said and led GS to the bed room. I went to the toy chest and got one of the vibrating eggs. We fell into a 69 on the bed, loudly pausing to narate what was going on. Desert was a bit of ice cream with chocolate sauce.

"You taste so good," I called out. We left the door open, she stripped me as we walked. I made her cum with my mouth and fingers and she screamed at the top of her lungs, staring at the door where we could see Cynthia still kneeling with the dress on her head.

"God Reader, she is terrible at this, you need to have me over for lessons, a few hours a day between my legs and she will be munching rug with the gayest of them. Then I was laying on the bed and pulling a condom on while calling out "I’m going to fuck you without protection. I rolled her onto her back and as I got close, I pulled out, stripped the condom off and finished on her breasts.

" She was straddling me and sliding down calling out "oh god, fill me with your cum and she can lick me clean. "Make me cum before you fuck me," she screamed. " It ruined the lie of bare back sex, but whatever. I pushed Cynthia away and stood. When I had caught my breath, I brought Cynthia in and had her lick the cum off of GS’s tits. When she stood, I pulled the dress off of her and undid her bra, I dropped the dress onto Cynthia’s head and dropped the bra across her shoulder.

I turned it onto a very low setting. I locked her hands behind her back. " Then we just fell into moaning as we fucked. GS moaned happily and said "make her get you hard so we can fuck again, I had licking a dick that tastes like a condom. " "No sir," she said softly. " Cynthia bent and began to suck me. I was younger then, but it still took some time.

I talked with GS about dirty things, sex acts we could force Cynthia to do. "But it wouldn’t take much. "You didn’t cum did you? I knew that the way she was straddling the chair, the egg would be pushing into her clit. "You heard her," I said. I could still hear the egg going so I asked.

GS rubbed herself while I watched. Rubbing, licking, slowly working our way to the fuck. I went back to GS and we were a bit sweeter and less hurried. "Here’s the rule," I said, "You can hump that chair like a dog and heat and you have permission to cum as much as you want.

Cynthia, to her credit, managed to last up to the point where GS and I started fucking. When I was finally hard again, I stood and lifted Cynthia onto her feet and then sat her, spread legged backwards in the chair, facing away from us. I sat in a chair where I had a nice view between GS’s legs and motioned for Cynthia to kneel. I pulled out again and finished on her ass cheek.

As I slid my thumb into GS’s ass and she started panting "finger my ass babe, oh god, deeper" we heard Cynthia cum again. I went to Cynthia and to her protest slid my thumb in her mouth to clean. By the time I had rolled GS into doggy style Cynthia was moaning again.

" Her voice was hopeful and it made me laugh. What she was comfortable being a part of and what limits Cynthia might have. GS and I laid and talked about what else we might do. She managed to fight it after that and GS and I both came. The best way to end orgasm denial is orgasm torture. I undid her hands and sent her to the kitchen to clean.

GS went home later that night and 5 days later I not only let Cynthia cum, I forced her to cum so many times she begged me to stop. We had heard her sliding and moaning, but her loud orgasm didn’t start until I had begun thrusting into GS in the missionary position. Then I led her over to GS and made her lick my cum off the girls butt.

But every orgasm you have is another two days without orgasms and another date I go on with GS. Eventually I got hard again and we had sex, but didn’t torment Cynthia directly, we knew she could hear us.