#i was looking because i wanted on of those knit babydoll tops they used to sell and stupidly i thought they might still sell them

[brunetterightsactivist]

i swear i should be head of marketing somewhere because most of these companies need HELP like even at my actual job they need help but i'm beyond caring there i'm talking about clothing companies mainly like why are you trying to rebrand JUST as everything from 15-20 years ago is reaching peak popularity again like i actually can't make sense of it. very few big companies have good marketing from what i see

[tortoisebore]

i loved your post about sirius and remus’ jobs! i was wondering what do u think the girls would work as?

hmmmm okay okay i don’t feel like i know them as well as characters so i’m just spitballing here

my gut says marlene & sirius work together at the diner. like imagine the vibes. the early saturday shifts and taking all the overnight weekend shifts nobody else wants during summer break. she’s got her apron with all her pins and buttons and her pen with the pink pom pom on the end that she uses to take orders. and her hair is always different colors and she does all these fun ponytails and braids and scrunchies and butterfly clips that make the plain t-shirt + jeans + apron combo so so cute

and when she and sirius are on shift together they’re putting the old radio in the back on the pop girlie station and irritating the manager and bugging the line cooks for “leftover” fries. she’s really personable to the nice customers and carries lollipops in her apron for the kids that don’t scream their heads off. she gets promoted to shift lead during summer break which means she’s technically sirius’ boss and she takes full and complete advantage of that and orders he make her and dorcas milkshakes and sundaes when dorcas comes in to see her ((he acts really put out about it but where james and lily are like his second parents, dorcas and marlene are like his cool aunts that travel a lot and like to gossip with him so he’ll bumble around and keep the place in order while marlene takes a long lunch if it means they’re happy)) ((remus pokes fun at him for it but secretly thinks it’s sweet when sirius only seats new customers in the back section so that the girls can sit at the cute sparkly booth by the window in peace))

dorcas works at the local library maybe? but as the person that sorts the shelves and puts the returned books back bc being at the front desk dealing with the assholes that don’t want to pay their fines is not her speed. she does the saturday kids story times sometimes and on those days she wears her sparkliest dangly crystal earrings and ties a few more into her locs because one time a little boy told her she looked like a crystal fairy and she’s never forgotten it

mary’s running a plato’s closet like the navy. she’s arguing with the weirdos that come in with fifteen year old forever 21 tops that ‘no, this is absolutely not worth $20, you’re delusional. you’ll take $3 of store credit or you’ll get the hell out of here.’ she’s sorting the shoes by both color AND size and the knits and dresses wall in the back is pristine on the nights she closes. she’s texting marlene that someone just brought in a bright yellow leather jacket or telling sirius that these big combat boots with chains just got dropped off and she’ll set them aside so they can come grab them if they want. everyone’s getting clothes for birthdays—she’s picking the ugliest, thickest grandpa sweaters for remus and the plaid miniskirts for marlene and the patterned maxi skirts for dorcas and the tiny tank tops that say “babydoll” for sirius. james is getting sweatshirts because he genuinely loves them and loses his shit when he opens the gift bag and finds yet another random college hoodie for a university he does not attend. lily gets all the best tiny purses and the belts with cute butterfly buckles

[lilbabycee]

brunch // steve rogers

↳ request:  oh requests are open? can I get a possesive stevie with a soft bratty spoiled reader? i'm sorry I'm such a hoe @donutloverxo​

↳ relationship: steve rogers x reader

↳ word count: 1.6k

↳ author’s note: i am a whore in a woman’s shoes and that is all

you’ve got plans this morning. it’s rare for you to be the one vying to get out of bed but you’d promised bucky last week that you’d meet him for brunch today, and since it’s his first time going, you want this experience to be a lot of fun for him. 

(tony offered, but you knew that it would be a dire mistake if you left the genius billionaire in charge of it because he would’ve scared the poor man off)

regardless, you’re proud of bucky - he’s finally growing into his hollow shell, making it a point to go out of his comfort zone and broaden his horizons. 

so you’ll be damned if the sleepy - but still so strong? - supersoldier curled against your body with his arms wound tightly around your waist will stop his girlfriend from showing his best friend a really good time. 

(now that you really take it into consideration, that doesn’t sound quite right)

but you don’t care because steve’s being selfish and while any other time it would make you undeniably aroused, this is bucky and you don’t want to disappoint him. you hate that kicked puppy look in his steel-blue eyes, one that you recognize all too well because it’s the same look that you use to guilt-trip your stevie.

“steve, i gotta go get ready,” you murmur, running the pad of your thumb over his cheekbone. he’s still hiding those baby blues from you, long eyelashes resting light against his skin. 

you watch in mild amusement as his eyebrows knit together and he pushes out his full lips into a tiny little pout. it almost makes you want to coo at him. 

faster than you can comprehend, he’s flipped you around so that his chin is resting on your shoulder. he presses his lips to the bare skin of your shoulder and then settles back down behind you, evidently with no intention of moving. 

“no, baby,” he grumbles, the sound reverberating in his chest and, by extension, the column of your spine. a shockwave of pleasure runs through you at the feeling, your cunt clenching completely shamelessly because his voice in the morning is by far the most sinful thing that you’ve ever heard TM. 

it sounds like sandpaper, warm and rich and grating against the sharp edges of your stubbornness and sanding it down bit by bit until there’s nothing but smooth corners and round sides. 

you don’t have to turn around to know that the ghost of a smug little smirk is etched onto his face when he feels you shiver against the hard planes of his body. 

“you like that, hmm, doll?” he speaks again, lips right against your ear and the register of his voice somehow even lower than before. “you like it when i talk to you like that?”

“stevie,” you whine petulantly, your core throbbing again because he knows exactly what he’s doing and it’s not fair.

“tell you what, honey,” one of his hands leaves your waist to trail up and down your leg, the featherlight touches making your sensitive skin burn under his fingers. “you stay with me and i’ll speak to you like this all,” he draws out the word as his teeth catch on your earlobe, “you want, hmm?”

there he goes with the sandpaper again, patiently working away and getting almost embarrassingly close to wearing you down completely. yet something about the sultry drawl of his brooklyn accent makes you snap out of it because you’re supposed to be meeting bucky- 

so you take advantage of his slack hands and wiggle out of his hold, jumping out of your shared bed and making a beeline toward the bathroom. 

(you don’t dare look over your shoulder in fear of the rage that you know will be written all over his handsome face, so you only throw a sorry, daddy! at him before locking the door)

and when you step out in the outfit that you’d left in there last night, steve’s hazy blue eyes clear of their tired fog and become as bright as the sun shining through the slit between your drawn curtains. he stretches his arms out - you can’t help but stare at the muscles rippling underneath his skin - before resting them behind his head. 

his feigned nonchalance is almost entirely transparent; his eyes staying glued to your body while you fiddle with the silk ties on your top and the way that he runs his tongue over his lower lip doesn’t go unnoticed despite the fact that you’re slightly preoccupied.

“where’re you goin’ anyway, sweetheart?” his gaze roams downwards, lingering on the light and breezy material of your pink skirt. 

“brunch,” you reply softly, not even sparing him a glance because why did you buy this shirt if you have no idea how to fucking put it on. 

“right - with nat?” he says, squinting when he sees the stretches of exposed skin on your legs. his hand snakes underneath the covers and you’re fighting the upwards quirk of your lips as he so obviously palms at his erection.

“no, with bucky,” you throw out carelessly, proud of yourself because you’ve finally managed to wrap the white blouse around your body, tying the back into a bow. as you look up, you lift an eyebrow at the amount of unexpected cleavage it shows 

(but you’re not complaining because it looks so pretty)

your reflection makes you notice that you’re missing earrings and a necklace still, and some rings or something wouldn’t hurt…

what you’ve failed to notice is how heavy the silence in the room has gotten, the tension almost visible between the two of you. it’s when you retrieve your silver hoops that you realize that steve has gone awfully quiet, and you’re in the middle of putting the second one on when you meet his stare in the mirror. 

he’s now sitting up more than before, still slouching lazily while he watches you in a way that you can only describe as predatory. where steve’s eyes are usually the purest baby blue in the mornings, they’re now far past blueberries and into the territory of being the color of the hudson at night. 

it makes your eyes double in size as you watch him, his hand continuing to rub at his cock through the thin material of his boxers.

(the sight alone is ruining your new thong and you don’t even have the heart to be mad about it)

“bucky, huh?” is all he says, pulling his lower lip between his teeth briefly.

“yeah,” your voice is quiet but you know that he can hear it perfectly well. you also know that he can probably smell your arousal from where he’s sitting, a fact that doesn’t make you as embarrassed as you maybe should be. “told you last week.”

“must’ve forgotten,” he brushes you off dismissively, blatantly staring at the curve of your ass. “you always get dressed up this pretty for buck, baby?”

“no,” your response is shaky and you still haven’t turned around yet, continuing your conversation entirely with the reflection of your boyfriend sprawled out on the bed behind you. 

you decide that he looks like something out of a playgirl magazine and you love it. 

“you tryna impress bucky, sweetheart?” he probes with a jerk of his head, one of the corners of his mouth threatening a smile. “wanna dress all pretty and go be bucky’s little slut, hmm, baby? what happened to daddy?”

this makes you audibly choke 

(you can’t help but think that you’d like to choke on only one thing right now)

but steve pushes on like he never heard you.

“i thought you were daddy’s good baby. now you wanna be a little whore for daddy’s best friend? is that it, honey? leavin’ daddy here alone to go be a dirty fuckin’ slut for bucky? daddy was gonna let you ride his cock, baby, but maybe you should go ride bucky’s instead.”

you can’t deny the way that his condescending voice makes you grip onto your dresser for dear life, your legs threatening to give out underneath you as your skin overheats with desire. 

but you can’t help the words that come out of your mouth next - he’s set it up too perfectly for you.

“maybe I will, daddy.”

you know that he likes it when you mess with him, wind him up so tight that the spring inside his chest is in danger of popping off at any second. it gives him an excuse to fuck you into his mattress with your hands tied behind your back as you beg him to let you cum

(not that he needs one)

so when you think about it, the punishment that you’ll get for this is really for the both of you. you’re doing him a favor.

it’s too bad that you can’t say the same about your ass.

what feels like instantaneously, he’s up right behind you, pushing his very obvious erection against your ass. 

your waist is trapped between his hands until a hard smack lands on your ass, one that makes you jolt forward so hard that everything neatly lined up on top of your chest of drawers shakes and falls. 

you don’t even have the time to gasp before his thick thumb is shoved between your lips, the pad resting on your tongue as he strokes it gently.

“oh, baby,” he tuts, rutting into you harder and faster, his other hand roughly flipping up your skirt at the front to grab your cunt possessively. “my dumb little baby. you need me to remind you who this pussy belongs to? need daddy to tell you who owns your cunt, babydoll?”

his words make you clench in anticipation and the warmth of his hand seeping through the lace of your soaked panties makes your next words come easy.

“yes, daddy.”

[libra-kirishima]

Kinktober Day 8- Masks/Costumes (??? x Reader)

(It's one of these four idiots.)

Warnings: NS/FW Content. (It's not quite dubiously consentual but it can be interpreted as sex under false pretenses? Imagine that scene in Revenge of the Nerds but consentual. I figured I'd put the warning at the top just in case the content is triggering to someone. Also dacryphilia if you squint.)

"Did you lose your Gomez, Morticia?" A muffled voice asked you. Shortly after, a man in a Darth Vader costume sits beside you on the couch at the edge of the room which you've situated yourself in.

"Huh?" Oh, your costume... "No, I came alone." You laughed. "Well, actually, I came with one of my best friends, but I think he might've left to hook up with this boy in Gen-Ed that looks like he hasn't slept since 2008." He laughed. "So I'm here alone now. What about you, Vader? You with someone?" He shook his head. "How sad..." You cooed. "Will you stay and keep me company then?"

"Of course." The man in the Darth Vader costume moved closer to you so you were sitting shoulder to shoulder.

The evening seemed to fly past you while you talked to the man beside you. After two hours debating whether or not Leia was force sensitive, and if she could have been a Jedi in Luke's position if he had died, you found yourself with your head resting on his shoulder, with one of his arms languidly wrapped around your shoulders.

"Tired?" He asked.

"Physically? No. But parties aren't really my thing." You answered with a small giggle. "My friend- the one I mentioned earlier- he got me to come with the promise that this guy I'm interested in would be here, but I guess he changed his mind." He took a lot of interest in what you were saying, but you didn't seem to notice. "Maybe he's just not that into me. I should probably move on."

He bit his lip inside of his mask to keep from letting out an audible "fuck yes!"

"But that's alright," You continued. "Because I met you! Hey, I don't normally do this, but will you drive me home? And if you want, we can watch a movie or something? Nobody's home right now."

You didn't have to ask him twice.

One short car ride later, in which you got very handsy as he tried desperately to keep from crashing due to both the limited vision of his mask and the feeling of your hands on his body, you made it home. Very little time was wasted opening Netflix and selecting a nature documentary series about sea creatures before your hands returned to his clothed form like they were moments before.

Behind the mask, he was convinced that he'd died and gone to heaven. He was normally a pretty unassuming guy. No flashy quirk or bold personality. Not particularly good looking. Plain was how Bakugou described him once. And his friend was right.

Yaoyorozu's Halloween party was a blessing in disguise. If he had known earlier that by the end of the night the girl of his dreams would abandon her crush on some other guy for one night to take him home without questioning who he was, he would have put up much less of a fight with Kaminari about going.

His gloved hands fisted your hair as you took his cock into your mouth, all the while he wished that he could take his stupid helmet off and get a good look at you. You pulled back all the way to flash him wide, innocent eyes as your tongue circled the tip. You were going to be the death of him. He thought to himself as you sunk all the way back down until your nose met his pelvis, and he felt your throat constrict around him. Watching you slip one hand under that tight dress of yours while you sucked the soul out of him was enough to send him over the edge. You once again took him back as far as you could when you felt him on the edge, and swallowed every drop when you felt his hot seed pour into your mouth.

He slouched back on your couch, still shaking and trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile you wasted no time once again, using your dominant hand to give his cock a few strokes while your other hand reached for the remote to click the "Yes, I'm Still Watching" button. It took only a few more flicks of your wrist and another flash of those babydoll eyes (now with makeup smudged in a ring under your eyelashes) for him to feel himself getting hard again.

"You're killing me, (Y/N)"

"Good." You answered with a grin.

"Is that dress comfortable?" He asked, moreso a question as to why you haven't taken it off yet.

"No!" You giggled. "But I look fucking hot, don't I?" You were so correct in that statement that he couldn't even find the words to answer your question. Instead choosing to nod enthusiastically as he tried to catch his breath.

You slid up off your knees to straddle his lap. Nimble fingers reached out for the base of his helmet, but he moved away. Your brows knit together as you tried again, met with the same result as last time. Your hands slid back down to rest on his shoulders.

"What? You can call me by my first name but I don't even get to see you?" You teased. He panicked when he realized he used your given name, trying (and failing) to keep you from noticing. "C'mon." Your hands moved to try a third time, but we're halted by the feeling of his fingers gripping your wrists. "Why not?" You whined.

"I don't want to ruin it for you." He answered sincerely. You rolled your eyes dramatically as you lined his cock up with your entrance.

"You're too tall to be Mineta. It's literally impossible for you to ruin it for me." You explained before lowering yourself down onto him. "Besides, you're comfortable enough with me to call me by my first name so that narrows the list of people you could be down to, like, five people." He said nothing as you bottomed out, and you took it as an invitation to pull his mask off.

His wide eyes met yours. All either of you could do was stare at each other in bewilderment. It was only a few seconds but to him it felt like years.

Finally you broke the silence.

"Sero you son of a bitch! I thought you didn't come to that stupid party!" You kissed him roughly, but pulled away far too quickly for his liking. "I was so disappointed. Do you have any idea how mad I was that you weren't there even though Kaminari said you would be? Don't answer that. Yes you did! Because I told you about it before we left." You kissed him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth before he could fully process what you had said. You rolled your hips once and he stopped you. Wide hands gripped your thighs tightly.

"Wait, that was me you were talking about?" He asked, absolutely bewildered.

"Duh. Who else would I be talking about?"

"I don't know. Kirishima?"

"Actually," You laughed "I thought you might be Kirishima, because he's the only other person that knows me by my given name who would have black body hair. And I am so glad that you're not because it means that I don't have to tell him that I'm sorry but I'm still interested in Sero." You both laughed for a while until you cut him off with "So can I please move now? Because this is killing me."

"Please do." He answered. You hurriedly lifted yourself up before sinking back down. His hands slid up from your thighs to pull that tight dress off of you, tossing it in the same direction that you tossed his pants some time ago.

Sero's fingers made quick work of removing your bra and playing with your nipples as he watched you desperately chase your own orgasm. Your lips caught his in a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue. Sero could taste himself on your tongue, but to him it was still perfect. Your skin was soft under his touch and your cunt seemed to pull him back in with every roll of your hips as though he belonged there. Your mascara was in streaks down your face and your lipstick was smeared across one cheek from earlier. What little remained on your lips was swiftly transferred to him when you pulled him in for another kiss. You were a mess, riding him like you were born for this. And as Sero watched you cum while on top of him, he knew he wouldn't want it any other way.

"So can I take you on a date after this?" He asked after you had stopped shaking.

"Hanta, it's 3 in the morning."

"Not now." He rolled his eyes.

"I would really like that." You answered, hands moving to peel his shirt off. With a small smile, you curled yourself into his now bare chest. "You're fucking sexist for thinking that Leia couldn't be a Jedi, by the way."

"How is that sexist?!"

You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

[hopelikethemoon]

Falling Apart (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Falling Apart Rating: PG Length: 1600 Warnings: Angst (allusions to post-partum depression) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in July 1997. Javier’s POV.  Summary: Javier grapples with the aftermath. 

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“Coffee?” Javier questioned as he rose from the kitchen table with his own coffee cup. His brows knit together as she lifted her gaze to stare back at him with visible indifference written on her face. 

“Sure.” She pushed the coffee mug to the edge, before picking up the newspaper that had been sitting idle on the table and flipping through it.

He hesitated, words forming at his lips, but he didn’t have the balls to actually speak them. Instead, he snatched up the mug and headed for the coffee pot. 

It felt like he was living with a stranger. 

The woman sitting at his kitchen table looked like the woman he loved, but everything about her felt wrong. Sometimes he still saw her — that glimmer of mischief that was followed by cold feet finding his leg beneath the covers; that raw sense of humor that meshed with his and drove their friends crazy. 

But most days it felt like she’d been replaced with a pod person who wanted nothing to do with him. She was stand-offish at best and entirely disinterested at the worst. 

Maybe he had understood her correctly. Maybe she truly was done with him. 

Javier was well aware of the fact that he’d been overbearing during those last few months of her pregnancy, but he hadn’t anticipated that his worry would turn into this festering wound that wouldn’t heal. 

“I was thinking about taking Josie to the park,” He started gently as he sat the coffee cup down on the table in front of her. 

“Newborns aren’t exactly park-friendly.” She retorted, folding the newspaper in half and sitting it aside as she reached for her mug. “I’ll just stay home.”

Javier took a sip of coffee as he sat down across from her, “I don’t mind handling Sofía—“

“You don’t mind handling her?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m perfectly capable of watching her at home. Alone.”

He swallowed thickly, nodding his head as he glanced down at his half eaten breakfast. His stomach turned in response to the coarse tone she’d taken with him. “Right.”

Where had he gone wrong? Was it the guilt he felt that had done this relationship in? Wasn’t that what precipitated her confession that she didn’t want to do this. 

Whatever it meant. 

No, he knew what she meant. 

And fuck if it wasn’t tearing him up inside. 

The idea of having to rebuild his life without her scared the shit out of him. It had been bad enough when there had been a few hours where he thought he’d have to plan her funeral — but somehow the idea of existing in the same world with and without her didn’t seem right. 

Javier rubbed at his jaw as he stared down at his coffee cup, brows drawn together as he considered how to navigate this perilous situation he found himself in. “I would really like for you to come with us. And I’m sure Josie would like to have the two of you there.”

She chewed on her bottom lip as she glanced at him briefly, “Alright.” She offered a shrug, before rising to her feet. “I’m going to take a shower, then.”

She hadn’t even touched her coffee. 

He sighed heavily as he watched her walk out of the kitchen. His gaze lingered on the empty space she had occupied, before he leaned forward on his elbows and raked his fingers through his hair. 

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he stood up to clean the table off. 

He’d already called his father to try to talk through the situation — to try to figure out why this was happening. But even that hadn’t helped. It was like she was drifting away at sea and he was completely helpless and drowning too. 

Steve and Connie had come to visit a few days ago and she’d seemed almost normal. But he wondered how much of that was just for show — she was good at putting up these false walls of emotion, to mask how she really felt. 

It pissed him off that he had gone through four years of psychology classes two decades ago and it did fuck all now when it really counted. 

And she was too damn good at performing in front of friends and family, Javier doubted Steve would believe him if he brought up the way she’d been acting around him. 

“Josie,” Javier started as he walked down the hallway to her bedroom, pushing the door open. “Can you get ready to go to the park?”

“But I already am dressed, daddy!” She said as she looked up from the Hot Wheels track she was building. 

“You can’t wear pajamas to the park,” Javier chuckled as he watched her adjust the tiara she had on. “Do you need help?”

Josie pursed her lips thoughtfully before nodding her head, “I want to look like a princess, like mommy.”

Javier smiled a little, “Your mommy is a princess, isn't she princesa?” He said as he pulled open the dresser drawers to find her something to wear. She had a plethora of dresses with like shorts sewn into the skirts — which were perfect for the park. 

What would life look like if all of this fell apart? Would he get the girls part of the time? He hadn’t had to have these thoughts since Colombia — back when everything hung in the balance. 

His father had talked him off that ledge, the last time they’d talked. Chucho was convinced that they were both stressed after everything that happened. He’d been there too, after all. He’d seen it firsthand. 

But the thought of packing his life back into a joyless apartment was a sobering thought to consider. 

“Hey babe,” She popped her head into Josie’s bedroom, fresh out of the shower and toweling off her wet hair, “Did you use the sunblock last? I can’t find it.” 

Javier perched on the edge of Josie’s bed, “Should be in the kitchen in the junk drawer.” 

“Perfect.” She smiled, like nothing was wrong and it felt like a genuine display of emotion. “Next time we go to the store, remind me that I’m out of my apricot scrub.”

“Alright,” Javier nodded, turning his attention back to Josie who was wrestling her way out of her pajama top. “I’ll put it on the list.”

“Josie, are you wearing a crown?”

Josie turned towards her mother, beaming from ear-to-ear, “I wanted to be a princess racecar dry-beaver.”

“You wanted to be a beaver?” She snorted. “Are you trying to say ‘driver,’ babydoll?”

Josie nodded her head, “A race dri-ber.”

“Close enough,” She grinned, looking towards Javier then. “How about ice cream after the park?”

“Ice cream?” Josie gasped dramatically. 

“I can’t say no, now.” He smirked, his heart beating a little faster. “Whatever you want, baby.” Whatever it would take to make her feel normal again — Javier was willing to try it. He’d walk on Legos barefoot if it meant normalcy could return to their lives. 

Sofía started crying in her nursery and her mother’s face fell. 

“Do you want me to get her so you can get ready?” Javier offered cautiously. 

“No.” She blinked slowly as she looked down the hall, “I’ve got her. Just get Josie ready.” 

“Come on, JoJo. Let’s get you dressed.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth and held out her dress for her. 

He knew he had to be patient — she’d gone through hell too. Physically and mentally. They had both built up so many expectations for Sofia’s birth and in the end it had been a nightmare. 

Javier hated to even think about what life might’ve been like if they hadn’t kept trying. If they’d given up… but how could he think that way? Sofía was the grumpiest little angel — she was perfect. And if they hadn’t had her, they wouldn’t have Monica in their lives. 

Or Stevie. 

Or even the house they lived in. 

Even with the current situation, he wouldn’t give up the best parts of his life just because they had hit a rocky patch. A really rocky patch. 

And then there was the added pressure of knowing what she’d gone through in her own childhood. The pain, the trauma, the instinctual reactions that came with her upbringing. It was why she soldiered through everything without speaking up — she’d rather suffer in silence than feel like a burden. 

Was she suffering now and he was just blind to it? Outside of how it inconvenienced his life.  

“Daddy, why are you sad?” Josie questioned, standing in front of him pouting. “You’ve gots to smile.” She wagged a finger at him, before poking him between the eyes. “You’ve got them wormy lines!”

Javier couldn’t help but laugh, scooping Josie up and tickling her until she squealed for him to stop, her laughter an infectious sound that warmed his heart. 

This was his family and he wasn’t going to lose his partner. He’d weather whatever storm he had to weather, if it meant coming out the other side. The good already outweighed the bad, he just couldn’t let him get caught up in his own melancholy. 

His own guilt. 

That guilt still ate him alive at night. 

She’d wanted to have a second child to give him the experience he’d missed out on. Now he wished he’d missed out on this experience. 

He had wanted to experience the joy of fatherhood firsthand, but instead he got to suffer the nightly fears that the love of his life was slipping through his fingers. 

And maybe he should bring it up with her. Talk about it. But what if she confirmed his worst fears? What if she truly did want out? He was a fucking selfish man still, and he wanted to hold onto this until it was pried out of his hands. 

He wanted to roll over at night and reach out for her and not fear that he’d feel her flinch away from him. He wanted to walk into the nursery while she was feeding Sofía and not fear that she’d bite his head off about hovering. He wanted all the things he had been blessed with when Josie was a baby and he’d taken for granted. 

Javier had realized the merit in the saying — you never realize how good you have it, until it’s gone. And she already felt one foot out the door of their relationship. 

[multifandomimagin3s]

Succubus ¬ Erron Black [Smut]

Warnings: 18+, essentially porn with a plot, demon stuff (duh)

Erron quirked a brow, hazel eyes following your form as you swiftly made your way through the crowd. The Black Dragon Fight club was infamous for its brutality - as if to prove his point, one of the ‘competitors’ hit the ground with a dull thud, laying limp in a pool of their own blood and sweat, all life leaving their form as the victor raised their hands in feral triumph. It was no place for someone as delicate-looking as yourself. 

Then again, he never underestimated women; he’d dated assassins in the past - full-blown killers, in some cases - who on the outside were as beautiful and perfect as a carefully-crafted porcelain doll. Stunning, but wouldn’t hesitate to rip you to shreds. It was how he liked it - the thrill of knowing that he could be killed by whoever he was having rampant sex with gave him the adrenaline rush he craved - at least, for a short while. 

It made him wonder if you really were as pure as you looked on the surface. To be fair, you were in amongst mercenaries, thieves, smugglers, and the like - you were obviously a brave one. The Gunslinger took a sip of his whiskey, as you side-stepped men and women alike who tried to block your path to instigate a conversation, without sparing them so much as a glance. Yep, definitely brave. 

“What brings a pretty little thing like you to a place like this?” Erron purred as soon as you were within earshot, cocking his head to the side when you turned to him in slight surprise,” Y’ come here often?”

“You tell me - you’ve been staring at me for the last ten minutes,” You retorted with a smirk, cocking your head to the side coyly. He hummed at your bluntness, staring into your (Y/E/C) eyes as you took a leisurely slow step towards him

“Just admirin’ the view, Darlin’,” He leaned back, elbow against the bar top, as you came to stand almost shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Whatever perfume you had on was...amazing; he was never a man to really care about such things - as long as those around him didn’t stink to high heaven, he didn’t care. But you smelled different - he struggled to focus on anything other than you, as if everything else didn’t matter in that moment. 

“Is that so? Aren’t you just a charmer - your reputation proceeds you.”

“And what reputation would that be?”

You bit your bottom lip with a coquettish smile, hand raising towards his holsters, index finger tracing over his gun. It was strangely attractive, his gaze trained on how small your hand was compared to the weapon - so delicate,” Word travels fast, Erron - from what I’ve heard, you’re very...efficient in more ways than one.”

He swivelled round slightly, his body effectively blocking you from view from anyone next to him. His eyes traced up and down your form, appreciating the tight clothing you adorned; a tight pale-pink dress, with a low neckline, giving him a good view of your cleavage. Paired with your heels, it left him with a sense of longing. He wanted you.

“Well, words are one thing, Dollface, but being able to prove it is another kettle of fish.”

You hummed, slowly walking your fingers across his belt, tapping your nail on the brass buckle. Erron huffed a laugh: “ You’re a forward woman, huh?”

“Are you complaining, Erron?” He shook his head ‘no’,” My species can’t afford to be soft and sweet all the time - if we were, we wouldn’t last long in this world.”

He clicked his tongue in realisation, the pieces coming together in his head. He shifted slightly on his feet,” You ain’t as human as you look, are you?”

“Yes and no - I’m a Succubus,” You informed, hand coming to rest against his lower abdomen, flashing your demonic red eyes as proof. He, unsurprisingly, was undeterred, but instead seemed more drawn in to your form than he was before,” I trust you know what that is?”

“Yeah, I know - never met one until now though,” His gaze fell to your plump lips, before coming back to your (Y/E/C) irises,” Gotta say, you’re a lot prettier than what I expected.”

You huffed on a laugh. Most of the scriptures were unflattering, to say the least - depicting you and your Succubine sisters as ugly monsters. It was demeaning, not to mention completely inaccurate. 

“I’m glad.”

His mask hid his cocky smile from view, but the crinkles around his eyes were an obvious tell. He knew why you were talking to him now - he knew how your kind fed - he just needed the conformation,” So, how does this work? Do I have t’ go crash out on that couch over there before we can have some real fun, or what?”

Your brows knitted together in irritation at his statement; it had the opposite effect that it was supposed to have, as he thought it was adorable,” No - I can’t speak for my sisters, but I certainly don’t prey on sleeping people - it’s fucking weird.”

Erron held his hand in surrender with a chuckle,” Sorry, Darlin’, my apologies...”

His hand caught yours, using it to tug your body closer to his. Your skin was unbelievably soft - it felt incredibly in comparison to his calloused hands. Erron took in your shocked expression while it lasted, the small slip in confidence giving him an ego boost. He managed to fluster a sex demon, who’d have thought it?

“Apology somewhat accepted,” You smiled, eyes half-lidded. Erron found himself becoming drunk on your pheromones, being in such close-proximity to a sinfully perfect being was intoxicating. He hadn’t even had you yet, but he didn’t want to let you go. 

“Oh? Then what’ll it take for you to fully forgive me, Babydoll?”

“I have a few ideas...”

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Erron let out a deep groan, his fingers twisting into your hair as your mouth bobbed on his cock. He would have thanked every God and deity he knew of for having you grace his path, had his brain not been reduced to mush in your hands...and lips. He grunted, as you slowly slid back down the length of his member, tongue dragging over the vein on the underside of his cock with perfect precision. 

“Christ, you’re fuckin’ amazing, Darlin’,” Erron uttered, brow furrowing in pleasure as you hummed appreciatively, the vibrations only adding to his euphoria. His hold on your hair tightened as you peered up at him through your lashes, doe-eyed and innocent, hand stroking up and down his cock languidly. The sensation of your palm sent his nerves ablaze, so soft it was unreal, in contrast with how you slurped his sensitive head into your sinful mouth - his brain short-circuited. 

You giggled, thumb stroking over his reddening head, turning your attention to his balls, cradling them in your free hand. He hissed, teeth biting down on a clenched fist in a bid to control himself. It was undeniably hot as fuck, watching such a composed man crumble in such a way. It was addictive, your primal urges taking in the image before you hungrily, not quite satiated but damn was it beautiful. 

His hand came to push slightly on your jaw, pulling your mouth from his length with slight urgency,” Easy, Darlin’, I wouldn’t have lasted much longer if you’d kept that up.”

“What’s the matter? Couldn’t handle the pleasure, Erron?”

He huffed, warm hands latching onto your waist, tugging you down onto the mattress with him, his weight pressing you firmly into the sheets. You squirmed slightly, letting out a mewl as his hand connected with your ass with a firm slap; he grabbed the plump flesh with an appreciative hum,” You’re perfect - so hot.”

You wiggled your hips, biting your lip as you peered up at him over your shoulder. He cursed as his gaze fell onto your glistening slit, his cock twitching at the sight. Erron jumped slightly as something tickled his leg. He rocked onto his arm, peering downwards. 

Your tail trailed up his bare leg, the black appendage serving as a reminder as to what you were. His brows raised slightly, as your red irises stared up at him, the heart-shaped prong at the end of your tail tickling the inside of his thigh. You chuckled as he shuddered at the feeling,” What’s the matter? Second thoughts?”

Erron let out a groan as your tail lightly brushed against his aching cock, words leaving him for a moment as his weight rolled off you. You slowly turned, hand cradling the back of his neck, your sharp nails lightly scratching his scalp. 

You let out a whimper, the building pleasure and sexual tension sending your senses into overdrive. It was a wonderful sensation - being fed...but it wasn’t enough at the same time. Not when you’d come this far. This man would be the death of you. 

The Gunslinger smirked lazily, connecting your lips to his in a bruising kiss. You hummed - the sound turning into a squeak as his fingers traced your folds, the tip of his index finger just tickling your clit. He was teasing you - dipping into your wetness, only to draw back and leave you hanging. You caught hold of his wrist in your hand, catching his bottom lip between your teeth,” Don’t tease me.”

Erron nipped your jaw, a deep groan sounding in his chest as he sank his index finger into your pussy. Your walls tightened around his digit at the intrusion, as you threw your head back with a purr. He drew his finger back, adding his middle finger, pushing in roughly, drinking in the sight of your hips jumping to meet his palm. 

“That feel good?” He breathed into your ear, sucking on the lobe as he slid his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. You whimpered, as his thumb stroked over your clit, his fingers bending as he sped up his movements, bumping against your g-spot harshly. He added a third finger, and you babbled his name, left hand winding into the sheets while your right gripped onto his bicep for purchase. 

“You-You’re too good at this,” Your compliment was met with a chuckle. It wasn’t often that you met someone who could make you feel as good as this - most took the pleasure you gave them, and left without reciprocating any of it. It didn’t matter much because you fed from their pleasure, not your own, but still - it wasn’t the point it was the principle. 

He pulled his fingers from your heat, licking his lips as he watched your hips all but follow the movement of his hand, whining at the loss of contact. Erron flexed his fingers, a string of slick connecting his digits to your sopping heat. You whimpered, as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, biting onto the inside of your thigh playfully,” Such a pretty pussy.”

You bit your lip as he placed his tongue over your clit, rolling it across the sensitive pebble in tight circles, swiping down the length of your pussy. He hummed against your heat, his fingers sinking back into your walls with ease, massaging your spot with each in-stroke. It was a beautiful sight - watching a Succubus fall apart before him, clutching at his hair as he sucked and slurped her sweet juices. 

“Sh-Shit, I’m gonna cum!” 

The Gunslinger pinned your hips to the mattress, devouring your core like a man starved, groaning deeply as your back arched off the bed. He let you ride out your orgasm against his mouth, as you came with a shout of his name,” Holy shit.”

Erron grunted as he was suddenly flipped onto his back, your form shifting over his, straddling his hips. His hand drew back, landing a slap to your ass. You giggled, reaching back to stroke his hard cock,” You’ve been so good to me, Erron - I can’t wait to ride your big cock.”

He grinned, hands gripping onto your hips roughly as you rose upwards, aligning his head with your folds, slowly sinking down on him. Your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ shape, the sensation of being full sending you into bliss. He grunted, head falling back against the sheets as he tried to keep himself grounded,” Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Your hands pressed against his chest, as you slowly lifted yourself up, allowing yourself to feel every inch of his cock. Erron flicked his thumb against your clit, your walls clenching in response as you slid back down. The man underneath you was clearly growing impatient, as his grip assisted in quickening your pace, his hips thrusting up to meet yours with each down stroke. 

“You feel so good,” You moaned, leaning down to connect your lips to his, fingers fanning across his cheek. Erron’s stomach fluttered, as your walls tightened around him, a deep groan rumbling in his chest.

“You gonna cum again, Sweetheart?” He purred encouragingly, watching your wetness dribble down his length, pooling at his groin. 

You nodded with a squeal, as he flipped you both over, thrusting hard into your pussy, drawing your legs up onto his shoulders. His cock drove deeper, sending you tumbling into your second orgasm of the night. Instinctually, your teeth latched onto his shoulder, arms winding around his neck.

The mix of pain and pleasure were euphoric, and Erron found himself falling into his orgasm without warm, groaning gruffly with each hot spurt of his seed. You hummed, licking over the bite mark briefly; it had broken the skin, but it wasn’t deep. Erron eyed it with a cocktail of curiosity and amusement, as he noticed your apologetic smile,” Don’t worry - you’re not the first lady to bite me during sex, I’m kinda into that sort of thing.”

“Good to know,” You smirked, as he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him. You rested your head on his chest, drawing random patterns on his chest as he played with your hair. 

“Where the hell were you hiding that?” You snorted as he eyed your tail. You swished it in front of his face, the soft heart-shaped prong tickling his nose. He grasped it gently, stroking over it curiously. You let out a gasp; he froze,” Did that hurt?”

“N-No, it felt good actually...it’s very sensitive.”

He gave you a lop-sided smirk,” I’ll keep that in mind, Darlin’...are you ready for round 2?”

[emgkheadcannons]

Clothes Headcanon Part 4

Here is part 4. It just got long so I put in a keep reading to make it easier to scroll.

Lingerie

Kelly likes clothes. He likes the way they can make him feel, and dressing nice makes him feel better about himself. He has been on the runway, and in photo shoots. The thing is sometimes Kelly doesn’t want to dress like a rap/rock star. Sometimes he wants to be really comfy, sometimes he likes to feel soft, pretty, and delicate, and sometimes he wants to be sexy, and beautiful,  and the clothes that make him feel this way are oversized sweaters, fuzzy socks, lingerie, and other pieces of clothing that society says are for women. He likes how he looks in clothes, though he doesn’t let anyone else see him in them. 

******

Kelly owned a lingerie chest before he started dating Em. It is a tall, narrow chest with five drawers and a jewelry box on top. He keeps it tucked to the side, out of the way. He has a few pairs of panties, some bralettes, a couple of babydoll tops, and a little bit of everything.  He has never shown or told anyone about the chest before. Most see it and think it’s a jewelry box and nothing more. 

Em stumbles upon it when looking around Kelly’s closet one day. They had ended their beef a while ago and were sort of dating. Kelly had been giving Em a tour of his house, when he got an important phone call. He told Em to make himself at home and feel free to explore. 

Em had been looking around Kelly’s closet when he saw the tall, narrow chest. He opened the lid to see a few pieces of jewelry, nothing really stood out to him. Then he opened the first drawer, and inside were only two pairs of stockings, and a single garter belt. The first pair were black, fishnets with a thick band of lace at the top. The other pair was a set of delicate, white lace, with an intricate flower design; the top was scalloped, and edged with a silk ribbon, with a little bow on the side. Em gently put the stockings back in the drawer, and closed it before opening the next. 

The second drawer wasn’t even half way full with maybe six pairs of panties. The first pair Em sees is a pair of black, silk, ruffled boy shorts. He grabs the pair of light blue panties next to them, and pulls them out for a better look. The front of them look pretty normal, just kind of sheer, then he turns them around to look at the back. The back was a mixture of lace and straps. Two straps came from each side and were connected to the lace in the center. The lower part of the ass was all blue lace that tapered up ending when it met the top strap that went around the waist. There was even a silk bow at the top where the lace met the top strap. 

Looking at the panties made Em mad. How dare Colson keep his ex’s underwear, and in a special chest of drawers. How dare he keep his sex trophy’s in such an ostentatious place. He looked down at the again and noticed that the panties were cut differently. Then it hit him. These things weren’t Kelly’s ex’s clothes, they were his. These panties were for men. 

Em folded and placed the blue panties back drawer and closed it. He walked away deciding not to open another drawer. It did make him wonder who Kelly had worn those panties for. Would he wear them for him? 

Em walked back over to the chest of drawers and decided to try a different drawer. Inside were three sets of silk sleep clothes. The first was a dusty pink camisole with matching shorts with some beige lace around the edge. The second was another camisole with matching shorts, except these were cotton with a sunflower pattern. The last was a black, babydoll, nightgown. Em lifts the nightgown out of the drawer by the straps. The bodice was silk, in a simple heart cut, with a light blue ribbon that runs under the chest, ending in a bow, with the sheer, lacey skirt, with ruffles on the hem. The fabric is so soft as he rubs it between his fingers. He gently puts the dress back where it belongs, and softly closes the drawer, imagining Kelly wearing the nightgown for him.

The next drawer has what looks like a corset. He picks it up, and it is a corset. A silky black corset, with red trim. There is another one under it, but before he can put the garment back, Kelly walks in. They both freeze, neither one knowing what to do, or say. Em noticies how red and embarrassed Kelly looks, and decides to break the silence. “Hey it’s okay. A lot of people have kinks, and this isn’t a weird one.”

“It’s not a sex thing, well mostly not a sex thing. I just like the way I look in them. I feel pretty. I grew kinda poor, and being able to wear nice clothes makes me feel good about myself. They also feel good wearing them; most of them are really soft, and silky.” Kelly explains. 

Em understood. Growing up on a single parent income, seeing what others had, having to wear second hand clothing all the time, it not always fitting. He also knew Kelly was bullied a lot in school for being poor. Who is he to judge what the guy wants to wear now that he can afford nice stuff. 

Em looks over to Kelly, seeing him shifting his weight from side to side. Em looks down at the corset in his hands, then back at Kelly, before opening his mouth. “They are very pretty.”

Kelly relaxes a little, but still looks pretty nervous, waiting for Em to say more. “So which … um ... which ones are your favorites, or like to wear?”

Kelly shows him his collection of sweaters, to the side of the chest; soft normal and oversized sweaters, cropped sweaters, or the semi see through loose knit sweater are all stacked neatly, on shelves. He pulls down a soft, white, oversized sweater that has long sleeves, and a cowl neck. 

“This is one of my favorite sweaters.” Kelly says with a blush. It looked very soft, and comfy.

“Do you want to wear it? I wouldn’t mind seeing you in it. I’ll be back in your room.” 

Kelly puts the sweater on, along with some fuzzy socks and joins Em in his bedroom, who is watching some sports game. Kelly is stiff and is sitting too far from Em, in his opinion. Em grabs Kelly’s arm, pulling him over, so Kelly will hopefully curl up against him. It works, and they have a nice evening together. 

******

Em works hard to make Kelly comfortable wearing his pretty clothes around him. He even starts buying him pieces. He makes sure to complement Kelly when he wears something. Em loves soft comfy Kelly. It usually means that they are going to have a night in and do simple things like cuddle one the couch, watch movies, and lazily make-out. A cuddly Kelly is a happy Kelly. Em starts to join Kelly and wears his sweaters more. He even buys more because Kelly likes to wear his sometimes, and Em fucking loves seeing his boyfriend in hs sweaters. Kelly might be taller but Em was bigger, and bulkier. Over time Kelly gets really comfortable wearing pretty clothes around Em, and now he has a section in Em’s closet just for some of the special clothes that he and Em love; he has moved his lingerie chest into this section. 

******

Kelly knows Em is really driven by what he sees, and he uses it to his advantage. He knows some of his pretty clothes turn Em on, like his nightgown, and pantes, but that his boyfriend respects that he wears them mostly to feel good, but sometimes Kelly wants to be sexy in them too.

Kelly comes back into the movie room, with his favorite sweater on, and some matching socks that disappeared under the hem of his sweater. He sits next to Em, curling into his side like he did on the first night he wore this sweater for his boyfriend. Em’s arm automatically wraps around Kelly’s waist. Kelly puts his head on Em’s shoulder, and nuzzles his neck. Em looks over, thinking how cute his boyfriend looks, and goes in for a kiss. 

As their lazy makeout turns more heated, Kelly moves to straddle the older rappers lap, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Em has one hand on the back of his neck and the other hand rubbing up and down Kelly’s thigh. Once they break apart, breathing heavy, Em starts to make his way down Kelly’s neck. The cowl neck of the sweater gives Em access to his neck and collar bone, letting him bite and suck along the curve, making Kelly release breathy moans and gasps. The hand rubbing Kelly’s thigh moves up toward his ass. Em feels the lacey material and groans. Kelly was wearing panties for him.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom.” Kelly purrs into his ear.

Em shifts his hands to support Kelly’s weight better and stands up, with Kelly in his arms. 

Kelly lets out a yelp at the abrupt movement, squeezing his arms tighter and wrapping his legs around Em. Em carries Kelly to the master bedroom and sits on the bed, with the blond sitting  on his lap again.

“So what brought this on?” Em asks as he leans against the pillows groping Kelly’s ass through the sweater. 

“I wanted to be pretty, but i’m also horny.” Kelly replies bluntly. 

“So are you going to take off your pretty sweater, or do you need me to do it?”

Kelly is blushing; he knew Em would be into him wearing panties, but he didn’t realise the man  would like them this much. He rises to his knees, grabs the hem of his sweater, and slowly pulls it up and over his head, revealing the lingerie he is wearing. He twists his torso so EM can see more of his outfit.

The panties are a pair of sheer, lacey, baby pink hipsters, with a trail of silk pink bows down the seam in the back, and dotted with pink and white rhinestones. They fit Kelly’s ass perfectly, hugging all the right curves. He can see some of Kelly’s ass peeking at the edges. 

The coset starts under Kelly’s chest, and ends at the top of his panties. It was the same lacey baby pink fabric, with rhinestones at the bottom. The laces in the back were silky like the bows on his ass, and were pulled tight, with the ends tucked in. It wasn’t a shaping corset, more of a fashion statement. 

Em is breathless, not only is Kelly gorgeous in them, but sexy as fuck. Em can’t remember the last time he was this hard. 

Kelly sits there waiting for the older man to say something, shifting as more time passes, without Em saying anything. Doubt slowly creeping in.

The soft smile drops off Kelly’s face, thinking that maybe this was too much for Em. “Um … do you …. Is … is this okay?” 

The question brings Em back to the present. Looking up at Kelly’s face, seeing the worry, Em knows he needs to say something, but for once his words have failed him. Instead, the older man surges forward, capturing Kelly’s lips. One hand tangling in the blonds hair, the other grabbing a lace covered ass check. 

Shocked Kelly takes a moment to return the kiss, but when he does, the taller man wraps his arms around Em’s neck, pushing their bodies closer together.

******

 Now that they spend more of their time at Em’s house, the lingerie chest is now located in Em’s closet, along with many of Kelly’s other clothes, normal and pretty.

Em loves Kelly’s pretty clothes, and loves buying them too. He regularly buys him new socks, stockings, sweaters. He has also taken to filling the chest with lingerie he himself has picked out for Kells, and jewelry to fill the top.

Most of the time Kelly still wears his pretty clothes for him but sometimes he wears them to have fun with Em.

[sweaterdressreviews]

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 Promising review: "Typically, I don't write reviews, but I just had to in this case. This is my first time purchasing clothes from an Amazon seller. The reviews from other ladies helped me to decide to purchase, and what size to select. I was super anxious to add a sweater dress to my wardrobe. Let me tell you, this dress is OUTSTANDING and the quality and material is great. It's thick, but not overly so, and the material feels great. I am 5'2", 138 pounds, and wear a 36D bra. In US clothing size, I wear a size For all the ladies who provided measurements and comments, THANK YOU. I would not select anything smaller. I hope this helps, and I will certainly buy from this seller again." —VGilmore

Price: $30.99+ (available in 14 colors, and sizes XS–2XL)

14. A stretchy cowl neck that'll beg you to buy it in every color, and how can you resist? It's the perfect go-to dress to wear any time, any day, any place.

  Promising review: "Let me put it this way — as soon as I got this in the mail and tried it on, I ordered a second color, plus I ordered two sweaters from the same company. It is incredibly flattering because of the angled 'seams' on the front. It’s super soft, and I it will hold up really well when washed in a mesh bag on a delicate cycle. This dress isn’t 'skin right,' but it IS very clingy. Also, it isn’t sheer, but you could see a hint of my black bra underneath, (fine for date night, but probably not for a PTA meeting or the office)." —Theresa S.

15. A flared sweater dress with a bow-tie accent for wearing on days you just wanna soak in a million compliments about your excellent taste in fashion.

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Price: $49.99 (available in six colors, and sizes XS–XL)

16. A mermaid-style dress to show off your magical side — the magic being how good you are at picking out gorgine dresses.

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17. A shift dress with a lace hem at the bottom that'll make you look effortlessly trendy. Not to mention, pockets...for...snacks...

  Promising review: "Sweater knit dress that is soft and stretchy, not heavy. Perfect for cooler weather. Lovely lace trim. One must wear nude undergarments, because darker will show through. I love the length, wore today and received numerous compliments. I could wear a L but prefer the looser XL fit. This would look nice with tights and booties also. Happy with this sweater dress purchase. And I forget to mention... it has

18. A bodycon wrap dress available in either long or short sleeve for an outfit that says "I mean business, business about sweater dresses that is."

  Promising review: "I just received this dress and LOVE It!!! It is a fitted dress and runs slightly small, so I would recommend sizing up a size if you don't want it really fitted or don't want any bulges. There is stretch though. The style is so nice, and i will be buying in another color! For sizing reference, I am 5'1 and about 132 pounds, and I ordered a medium. I could probably go with a size large, also. Small would be too tight." —Amazon Customer

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[bcrlowes]

* ✧ ◞  it looks like BELLA HADID has stepped off of their private jet & into the hamptons – oh wait , that’s actually WREN BARLOWE ! the resemblance is uncanny . word on the street is you’re TWENTY - TWO & a CISFEMALE , preferring to go by SHE/HER pronouns . don’t worry , your mansion has been waiting for your return from MANHATTAN, so we do hope you’ll stay awhile . it seems like everyone who knows you best loves you for being ENTHRALLING & LACONIC, but god ! your APATHETIC & CAUSTIC tendencies can be such a turn off . in any case , everyone on instagram likes to associate you with BLOOD RED LIPS ON A WHISKEY GLASS, HIDDEN AGENDAS, AND CIGARETTES AFTER SEX .

is july too late for the whole new year new me attitude because i think this is the first time i’ve ever been prepared to drop my intro on time, the fact that i copied and pasted about 90% of it notwithstanding ksksksk. i’m madd and i’m at a wedding today so wish me luck with that because it’s a million degrees and my face is going to melt off. i might be mobile though we will see how it goes. i’ll put some fun facts about little miss sunshine under the cut. pack your bags though because this one is a trip!

wren is basically one part babydoll, one part ice queen, and two parts troublemaker all wrapped up in one pretty little package. i guess heinous bitch is probably the best way to describe her.

she’s got money coming in from both parents tbh. dad is one of those ruthless bastards who buys companies that are falling apart, destroys them further, and makes a crap load of money selling them off for spare parts and her mom was a diamond heiress.

growing up she didn’t really ever fully grasp the meaning of the word “no” and she got anything and everything she asked for. usually shit above and beyond that too.

except all of the money in the world cant stop genetics so when her mother developed cancer when she was ten there wasn’t much the family could do except make her comfortable for the remaining two years of her life.

watching her mom waste away was probably the worst thing that wren could ever imagine bc she worshipped the ground she walked on?

spent the rest of her formative years going to board meetings with her dad bc the little monster ate up all of the nannies and spit back out the empty husks.

really developed a love for what her father did bc even then she was a little demon child.

but in the years following the death of his wife, her father made a coupe of bad business decisions and while they aren’t poor by anyone’s standards, unless he got his shit together they were only going to be able to keep up appearances with their peers for so long.

so he sat wren down one day and told her that he needed her help and let me tell you the girl was so EXCITED. she thought he was going to say he needed her advice with the business and he was finally seeing her worth and she had charts and power points and oh boy she was ready.to.go.

except daddy dearest told her the only way she could help them was to rope in a good husband so not only could he help pay off the debts her father had been accruing but wren’s trust fund from her mother would kick in.

needless to say she was not exactly thrilled at the prospect.

suddenly every friend she had who had an xy chromosome was a target for her father.

and where she had always been a bit of a spitfire the girl became cold andRUTHLESS. using her razor sharp wit to chase away just about every eligible male she possibly could.

but it kind of backfired on her a lil bit. bc apparently boys thought she was playing hard to get and it frustrated the hell out of her but. u no. playing with people like puppets is p fun and she found a new hobby. YAY

on top of that she started sleeping with her dad’s best friend just to spite him. yikes.

she ended up using her womanly wiles to fix the money problems just like her dad had always wanted but maybe not in the exact fashion he had wanted her to.

see he had borrowed a lot of money from his best friend (who was actually a p shady character. think like .... not a mob boss but certainly not someone to be trifled with) and wren manged to master the art of pillow talk and got all of those loans signed over to herself. which she then immediately called in and seized control of her dad’s business, did as she had been taught and absolutely destroyed it and sold off the pieces.

personality wise she’s a gd snake in the grass. like she’s got a kind of tight knit group of friends but even they fall victim to her acid tongue on a daily basis.

so fucking catty i cannot.

but also very much a talk shit get hit kind of person??

like sometimes she will insult you in such a way that you aren’t sure if its an insult or a compliment and she’ll be smiling ang then sometimes she’s just in your face and nasty.

judges everyone constantly.

10/10 will throw you under the bus if it benefits her. and then drag you out and toss your corpse onto the train tracks so she can squeeze out whatever is left.

rocks bella’s perfect resting bitch face like its nobody’s business.

as bad as it sounds kskksks i don’t think she’s ever had a serious relationship with someone who wasn’t married? she’s just too selfish to devote her time to someone who is going to expect more out of her than what she wants to give. and if you push her she really just kicks you to the curb.

patience level 0 over here.

a p accomplished equestrian.

going to columbia for business.

does anything and everything to spite her father.

plots woo

so clearly she’s changed quite a bit over the past couple of years. she was never explicitly nice before. she’s always been a bit of a blair waldorf tbh but now she’s just…… blair on all of the steriods so i see her having a fair bit of enemies.

though frenemies are the way to go tbh bc keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

it would be cool if i could find someone who she might actually feel something for. gender doesn’t matter tbh bc she says she hates everyone equally.

i love anything angsty like pls fuck me up.

[revisitingstoneybrook]

Mystery #19 Kristy and the Missing Fortune: Chapter 2

A typical Chapter 2. But this time, we have outfit descriptions yay!

On the way to Claudia's, Kristy, Charlie and Karen talk about baseball. Nothing too interesting. It takes Kristy two tries to slam the car door when she arrives. When I first read it, I thought it was because Karen was trying to climb out and join her at the BSC meeting. Kristy then heads into Claudia's house, leaving Charlie with the unfortunate task of driving home in the Junk Bucket, accompanied only by Karen. Poor guy.

Miss Punctuality (as she calls herself...showoff) arrives in Claudia's room at about 5:20. Claudia is on her bed, knitting a scarf. I remember Mimi taught Mary Anne how to knit, so she probably taught Claudia too. And since this is Claudia, the scarf's green, purple, and “a peculiar shade of orange.” Kristy says she doesn't want to tell her what she really thinks of it (that it's hideous), and instead tells her “It's dahling, dahling!”

Oooh, Kristy is going to describe what everyone's wearing! I know the BSC fandom loves outfit descriptions!

So we can skip her History of the BSC lesson, except to mention that she says the club is really a business and she's the CEO (a term Watson the Millionaire taught her). And this little gem about the Kid-Kits: “Now, I don't want to sound conceited, so I won't tell you who came up with the idea for Kid-Kits and for all the other things that make the club run so smoothly. I'll just tell you that her initials are K.A.T.” Shut up, Kristy. So arrogant.

Ok, first outfit description is Claudia, told through the eyes of Kristy: “She was wearing this blue-and-green stripey shirt that was kind of tight and stretchy-looking. Over it she was wearing a really, really baggy pair of overalls. On her head was a floppy green hat, and on her feet were those big black clunky boots made by Doctor somebody.” LOL Doctor somebody. Though I do have to say, this is a relatively normal Claudia outfit. And so very 90s! Then again, this book was written in 1995.

And, in case you guys didn't know, Claudia isn't good at school. Not because she's a dumbass, it's “just that she cares more about making the world a more beautiful place than she does about telling the difference between fractions and adverbs.” Hello, backhanded compliment!

Blah blah...Claudia eats lots of junk food and is still zit-free and not fat, her parents think she's too old for Nancy Drew, she's Vice President...hey! Stacey's here! Kristy actually refers to Robert as “cool” instead of “He isn't a member of the BSC so he must be a jerkass.” Here's Kristy's attempt at describing Stacey's outfit:

“Platform shoes with really high cork soles (I'm sorry, but I just don't understand why somebody would want to totter around like that), black, lacy legging-things, and a blue dress that looked kind of like these pajamas I used to have when I was seven. Baby dolls, I think they're called.” Platform shoes and a babydoll dress. Again, so very 90s. Although I hope Stacey had a coat on because that doesn’t sound warm enough for February! And a babydoll nightgown on Miss Tomboy?

Stacey's sophisticated, her parents are divorced, she's from NYC. Kristy says she'd rather go to a baseball game than go shopping if she were Stacey. And this is another book where her diabetes is talked about without any “EWWWWWWW!” thrown in.

Mary Anne comes in wearing “a skirt that looked as if she'd ironed it five minutes ago, even though she'd had it on all day, a fresh white shirt, and a red sweater.” Basically, the same outfit Richard would have made her wear in the earlier books! Kristy even says she remembers the red sweater from that time. What was the point of the Emancipation of Mary Anne if she's still wearing the same clothes? Oh, and Kristy calls Mary Anne's haircut cool, even though she gave her the bitch treatment when she first got it. And you're not over your jealousy of Dawn, Kristy, so don't say you are. You're always holding a grudge against her for being Mary Anne's sister.

Love story between Richard and Sharon, no new stuff here. This is after Dawn came back from one of her many trips to California and Kristy says Jack's now married to Carol. And Dawn, Miss Individual, is wearing a “soft, fuzzy brown sweater that looked terrific with her long blonde hair, and cozy-looking white thermal leggings.” Whoa there, Kristy. Does Dawn fill out her sweater rather nicely too? And Kristy now likes Dawn because “she never hesitates to speak her mind.” So she can be a big pain in the neck like you?

Jessi and Mallory: “Jessi had on a black ballet-leotard top and jeans, with bulky red knitted leg warmers slouched around her ankles. Mal was wearing jeans, a purple sweater, and a big yellow button that said I Read Banned Books. What do their outfits tell about them?” Well, it tells that the ghostwriter (Ellen Miles) wasn't creative and decided to stick the two junior officers with outfits that scream out their lone personality traits! And does Jessi were jeans over a leotard to every damn meeting? I'd think leg warmers would be kind of hard to wear over jeans too, unless they were skinny jeans. And, by the way, Jessi's -oh wait, she's African-American this time.

Kristy announces “Order!” and, as if the magic word brings all the cult's club's clients to attention, the phone starts ringing and three jobs are lined up. Including a Mrs. Dodson who wants a plant-sitter while she and her family are in Florida. Plant-sitter, pet-sitter...do the people of Stoneybrook assume “Babysitters Club” means “we'll watch anything as long as you pay us our $1.50 an hour?”

Stacey freaks out, and Kristy says it's because she just had a pet-sitting job that was a little more than she expected...was that the goat? Because the only pet-sitting job I ever remember reading about was Kristy’s first BSC job watching the two dogs in Kristy’s Great Idea.

Anyway, Jessi unenthusiastically takes it because she's neighbors with Mrs. Dodson. She gets stuck with this all the time it seems.

The topic switches to how the kids are all bored and cranky because it's too cold out for any of the trademark BSC Outdoor Activities. Mallory says her siblings are driving her nuts, but really, when aren't they driving her nuts? The Rodowskys are rowdy too, which you know means Jackie's probably broken a third of the things in their house. Kristy, All Knowing Master of Childcare, suggests they make a list of things to do to keep the kids occupied since tv is Satan’s Jukebox. Everyone starts calling out ideas I wonder what they came up with since it's February and way too cold to stage a carnival or talent show or garage sale or theme park. There totally should been a BSC theme park.