#insert the crying cat with thumbs up here

[entirelysein-e]

My fridge looks so terribly empty after removing the postcards and stuffing them away into a box. Sometimes life sucks and people disappoint you but the earth keeps spinning and I think that's beautiful

[solivagant242]

losing you pt. 10

remus lupin x f!reader

warnings: strong angst, swearing, hospital, car accident

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6 pt. 7 pt. 8 pt. 9

amberly is used as the MC here since i used to write a lot of fanfics with her, but feel free to self-insert or use whatever name you’d like <3

________________________________________

“Moony, have you eaten yet?” Her dark head pokes around the corner, framed by the untidy soft curls that he’d always longed to push back from her face. “It’s nearly three.”

He rests his burning eyes on his hands, groaning. “It is?”

She perches on the edge of his desk and leans forward to press a soft kiss on his cheek. “Yes, it is. Did you have lunch?”

Remus grimaces. “Forgot.”

Amberly sighs. “You need to eat, love.”

Her hands find their familiar spot in his hair and he pulls her into him by the waist, savoring the smell of lavender that’s imbued in her clothes and skin. “Thanks for checking on me.”

She nuzzles into his shoulder. “Of course.”

She was so warm. She’d always been warm, everything from those chocolate-colored eyes to her pale, gentle hands that had always been able to soothe his scars and wounds and fears. Her smile melted him like spring sunlight on stubborn snow.

Amberly stroked the back of his head. “It’s okay, Moony.”

He chucked a piece of crumpled paper across the room, fists clenched. “I should have gotten better than that”-

“You did the best you could, right? It’s not like you didn’t try.” Her big brown eyes are wide with concern.

“It wasn’t enough,” he spits, chest heaving. “I wasn’t enough.”

Amberly touches his shoulder and he collapses next to her on the bed, burying his face in the pillow. “You’re always enough, Remus. No matter what.”

A sob shakes his shoulders and he clings to her, tears soaking her jumper, as her fingers card through his hair. 

Icy tears are soaking Remus’ ears and pillow.

He’s been staring at the same blue-washed ceiling for hours now, unable to move or sleep or think anything other than the same four words that have been repeating mindlessly in his brain all day.

It’s all my fault.

It’s all my fault.

It’s all my fault.

If Amberly were here right now, she’d use her thumb to wipe his tears away and kiss the spots where they had been. She’d snuggle right up next to him and rest her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. He’d wake during the night to find her in the exact same position, clinging to him with her soft curls draped over her face. 

Once, Sirius had joked that sleeping with Amberly when she stayed the night must be like sleeping with a very large and very affectionate Venus flytrap. Remus had laughed as warmth flooded his bones and Amberly blushed next to him.

Now he doesn’t think she’ll ever look at him, much less hug him, again.

If she’s even here at all-

The thought hits him like a punch in the gut and he doubles up as a raw sob rends his chest in half. 

No more holding hands on the way to the bakery in the mornings. No more sleepy cuddles on the battered living room couch. No more back and neck rubs by the light of the fireplace in the evening. No more random animal and math facts exchanged over lunch, or cheesy cat memes sent over text at all hours of the day. 

All of that would be gone.

The added thought of and it’s all my fault wraps iron fingers of guilt around Remus’ ribs and squeezes. He buries his face in his hands as tears pour down his face, more tears than he believed possible after all the crying he’s been doing.

You did this to her. You pushed her away. Over and over again, after all she tried to do was help. You were a complete and utter prick to the one person who loved you more than she loved herself. 

Merlin, she’d do anything for me. Did do anything for me. Countless visions of keeping her waiting, of her making him his favorite food even when she was tired, of those brown eyes being exhausted and drained because of him rose to his thoughts. But always, always so warm and full of love and that he felt like he was coming home every time he saw her face.

Until now. 

Remus chokes back another sob.

The hospital gave him a room on the first floor, down the hall from Amberly. Apparently it was the “least they could do” after the state he’d been in when he saw her. He’d collapsed to his knees on the floor as the sheer force of what he’d done hit him. Sirius- who’d still been very close to punching his face in- had had to drag him out as the doctor watched impassively. 

Down the hall.

She’s just down the hall. 

His feet are on the ground before he knows it and he’s padding noiselessly down the white, blue-lit corridor. An eerie silence permeates everything. The narrow windows in front of the doors are dark and silent. No one is awake at two forty-three a.m.

Her room.

Her door.

Her bed.

Her-

Remus feels fresh tears pour down his face and he sinks onto the chair at the side of the bed. 

She’s still, so still. Her face is paler than ever against the sterile white of the hospital sheets. Her eyes are deeply shadowed, and she’s breathing so faintly that the blue quilt is hardly moving. Her hair is spread across the pillow like it’s melting into the night, barely discernible in the dimness of the room.

He takes her hand. He can’t remember the last time they held hands, not the way they’d used to. Fingers interlocked, warm and sure, the one single guarantee out of everything in this life that he’d loved and loved and loved.

Amberly stirs. 

His lips part as he turns towards her, shocked; her eyes flutter open and fix on him.

He can’t tell what she’s thinking. He can’t read her expression at all, and as he opens his mouth to croak out a I’msosorryIloveyoupleasedon’tleavemepleasepleaseplease-

“You’re not Remus.”

Her voice is soft, almost disappointed. There’s an odd note of resignation in it that strikes Remus to the core. 

He clears his throat and tries to keep the tears out of his eyes. “It’s me.”

“No,” she murmurs, shifting slightly in the bed. Her cast rustles against the covers. “He wouldn’t have come.” Her eyes close again.

Remus’ throat closes up at the note of assurance in her voice. “Wh- what do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Amberly mumbles. “Busy. He’s too busy.”

“Busy with what?”

“Stuff,” she breathes. “I think I should leave him alone. He doesn’t like when I help.” A tiny bit more alertness returns to her eyes and she gazes at him in the dark. “It’s my fault.”

“No,” Remus manages to choke out. “It’s not.”

Her eyes are luminous in the dark. “It is. It’s why I have to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop”- Her voice is getting breathy and quiet as she sinks back down into sleep. “Stop caring.”

Then she’s asleep again and tears pour down Remus’ face as her hands goes limp and slowly, slowly slides away from his. 

[izzy-b-hands]

Rewatching Metalocalypse in between episodes of OFMD and had the most haunting/stupid idea for a conversation between Toki and Ed

Because, in this musician's au I've got going on (there's a whole post I didn't get finished last night about a new fic draft for this I'm working on, with Dethklok and Ed's band (it's just him, Izzy, Fang, Ivan, and anyone else who occasionally circles through but doesn't stick around lol.) ) there are a lot of nice weird little pockets to fit in conversations that flit v quickly between serious to funny to oh that shouldn't be funny probably but it is a bit

And this is one of them that I just love so much. They've both got issues re: parents and dads, and had a hand in their father's deaths like. There's no easy fic intro into a conversation that in every iteration in my head goes something like:

"So," Toki flops on the couch by Ed. "I killeds my dads."

Ed frowns, and sets aside the magazine Pickles insisted he take right when he walked in, as 'a guest in their home.' "Okay. That's one way to start a conversation. I'm gonna counter with what the actual fuck? Why would you ask me that?"

Toki's eyes go wide. "You toos? I thoughts I was the only ones!"

Ed stares at the wall ahead of them, noting the flecks of dried blood as Toki hugs him tight enough to hurt. "Uh. Yeah. Yeah, I did. Not really the sort of thing I like to...we should go find Izzy and Pickles and see how the kitchen tour is going. We're here to write a song with you guys anyway, so maybe if we just get up to go do that and never talk about our dads or anyone's dads ever again-"

"You gets me," Toki interrupts softly, giving his torso another squeeze. "How does you feel abouts cats?"

---

And so on and so forth of Toki and Ed getting to know each other better on a surprisingly sweet and vulnerable level (legit I think Ed would fucking love Toki's models. They could make model ships together!)then scene cutting into whatever the kitchen tour entails and whether or not I'd want to take a stab at creating actual lyrics for a fic (spoiler alert, probably not, because I usually wimp out on doing that out of fear they'll be The Worst lmao.)

However, aside from writing it in the necessary way to try and match similar beats of a scene for OFMD and Metalocalypse, there's just. So much underneath there if I were to dip more ooc and write it just. Full breakdown (or rather, not so much ooc as the 'what would it take for him to say that' version of things) of Ed admitting yeah, he did kill his dad, Toki turning into a velcro guitarist hugging him to death, but instead of a few lighter but still personal shared details in dialogue then scene cut to Pickles and Izzy and the kitchen tour (aka Pickles uses the microwave and the oven to make homemade edibles on rare occasions, so they're just discussing how best to decarb different forms of weed for edibles. The kitchen staff aren't allowed to start working until they leave, and would badly like them to fuck off anywhere else), we just. Have the conversation. As painful and awkward as it might be for two dudes who really only kind of know each other on a business/work level that's edging towards 'actual interest in the other person'/friends level.

Ed can tell how he strangled his abusive father to save himself and his mum from having to live under his thumb any longer; Toki can tell about slipping and sending his cancer-ridden abusive dad to an icy watery grave after having literally just said he was forgiving him for everything he had done. Insert a bit there from Toki about his conflicted feelings re: did his dad even register that Toki was forgiving him before he was frozen and dead? And does it matter either way, now that he'll never know how his dad would have reacted to that forgiveness?

Does it fix every issue they have with their dads? Absolutely not, it's one conversation, not years of much needed therapy. But they have a cry over it and admit that it's incredibly lonely to be in their specific situations with their parents like that, whether the killing was an out of necessity on purpose (Ed) or more accidental (Toki, though he murmurs to Ed, almost whispers, that he knew how slippery it would get as he climbed higher up that mountain with his father in his arms. He could have slowed down, tried to be mindful of the snow and ice packing the treads of his boots. And he just wanted it all to be over with, but not like that. Not how it actually happened.)

I know the ppl interested in this part of the au are minimal but I just. have so much that keeps randomly hitting me that I'm dying to share on the off chance anyone else is interested fdsakjfl

[lowestechelonabomination]

me: okay so today I will do [long list of things I should've done weeks ago]

also me: *does not do any of that*

[mochikeiji]

Kinktober Day 7: Baby in Pink

↠ Pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader

↠ Warning: SMUT! Cry baby reader, Ballerina AU, fingering, cunnilingus, ahegao faces because he's THAT good, riding, creampie, Suna being soft but meanie dom.

↬ Word Count: 3k

⇢ Day 7: Manhandled (Riding)

Everything felt so magical; elegant.  The way you were on pointe made him suck in a breath to every performance he has witnessed from you. Even if he's seen them many, many times in repeat, you were as graceful as a butterfly, as taunting as a little fairy in baby pink. To see how effortlessly you were lifted by your partner during daring performances made him clench his fists of how close those pesky fingers of a stranger were to parts only he was allowed, yet his mind in wonder of how easily handled you were in stage.

How easily you were being handled in so many ways corrupted delicious, arousing day dreams in his calm features, but buzzing head.

He's never been vocal about it, but he adores how tight your ballet clothing were. He especially loved the camisole leotard dress; each time you wore them, he catches a glimpse of your perfectly shaped bottom from the flowy, see through clothing.  Thanking the dark, and captured audience to the people on stage and not notice the growing bulge in his pants and his harsh breathing through his nose. The baby pink tone of your attire made you glow of innocence and cuteness he so wants to carry you out and throw you to his bed to snuggle you away from the eyes of the world.

To take your dainty, little self in the cold sheets with the baby pink article of clothing ruined by yours and his cum splattering messily.

The times your eyes would get caught with his pretty ones after your search for him in the sea of the crowd, you would smile brightly st him, eyes forming the adorable crescents he recognizes even from afar. The former, emotionless middle blocker would be in love struck, as if Cupid had shot multiple arrows to his heart just by your glowing form.

You were so precious. His little ballerina.

And he was your prince. Big and strong, beautiful in every way, fit from his previous and present time in volleyball, too good for anyone in this world. He was yours.

"R-rin.."

Too good.

Too good enough for you to be trembling, and just by grinding yourself on his flexed thigh. He couldn't hold back anymore after seeing you present yourself with your new outfit. It was still the same color, but the fabric was thinner than usual, either it was to make your movements more easier or it was just to test his patience. The length of the flowy skirt had been shortened with your legs no longer covered, naked and soft looking, the chest area emphasized your bust too much for his liking.

Oh, you were so delectable.

He groans your name when he felt your juices seep out from your clothed pussy. It was almost as if you weren't even covered well with it. Big, rough hands at the sides of your hips, guiding your shy movements against his thigh to bring you to your awaited heaven. You whimper when he dug his fingers onto the skin, the sounds you were making muffled on his shoulder only making it hard for him to tame himself. Having enough of it, he easily hoisted you up from his thigh and settles you down in bed. God, did he love having a place all to himself with you in it. He gets to do whatever he pleases.

"Pretty."

It came out like a harsh whisper from his lips as he stares at the damped spot of your center. The skirt pushed up and your legs spread out for him, he gets a little closer in between them and drags his digits down your clothed slit. Eyes immediately gazing up to see you biting your fist and your legs quivering in sensitivity. He hums in delight and began pressing in his index on the slick clothing, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit, relishing the sounds of your soft moans and his name being chanted like a prayer.

"Shit, baby."

Cursing he pushes the leotard to the side, inserting two of his digits in and curls them quickly, wanting to see and hear your squeals as your grabbed his wrist and propped yourself up pathetically with your elbow.

"W-wait, sensitive.."

Glossy eyes meeting with his blank, but lust clouded ones. He'd take mercy whenever you would warn him at times like this, afraid he might've hurt you in the process, but this, you weren't hurt or anything. You were just being his little cry baby. Instead of listening to your plead and your small hands tightening around his wrist weakly retraining him, he pulls his fingers out slowly, licking his lips at the sight of the transparent, coated digits before plunging back in roughly. You sobbed as your body gave out and laid back down, with his other hand pressing down your stomach, he delivers precise piston of his fingers inside you. He knew you can take it. You can, and you will.

"Rin!! A-ah, Tarou..please.."

Legs trying to slowly shut with his head still in between, he hums in approval before getting a taste of your sopping cunt and lapping his tongue up to your clit. He loved getting crushed with your thighs, they were so soft and jiggly when they shook. It boosted his own ego to have them at that state because of his meek minitrations. What more can he get from you when he snaps?

He suckles on the bundle of nerves, your toes curls as your hips arched up, eagerly grinding to his mouth while pleading for him to stop since his fingers were reaching too deep into the right places inside. Suna was in his own euphoria, never really pegged himself as a man who would get drunk into the taste of you and a man who has his dick prodded up to the air just by seeing you in such princess-like clothing. Writhing beneath him, you lowered your hand down to his hair, tugging the long, luscious brown locks of his as he won't let go of the erected nub, slurping and nibbling at it like a pro.

His own arousal begging to be freed from his black slack, the infuriating fabric getting compacted uncomfortably, making his cock ache painfully. Removing his hand from your stomach, he unbuckled the belt off of his trousers swiftly, shrugging them down and kicking them off with his legs and feet, finally releasing your nub with a pop and mercy left for you.

Your legs automatically closed themselves to soothe the sensitive regions. Gripping the pillow on the side of your head as your clouded eyes gaze elsewhere into a short subspace, panting with small drool slipping from the corner of your lips. Suna sees this and gets up from the floor to hover over you. He shouldn't be so rough; shouldn't take advantage of this state you are in, not when your such in full daze of your own world, not when you looked already so fucked out when he hasn't gotten to the good part.

"You okay?"

The tip of his nose nudges your cheek softly, like a cat, he nuzzles himself on your flushed skin. It was out of character for him to display such affection, but over the years of being with you, oh how his heart softened and crumbles at the mere presence of you. He peppers your cheeks with little kisses, swiping away the drool with his thumb, murmuring praises and love confessions to you.

"You're cute."

"I'm here, baby."

"Mmm.. You're still dripping."

His voice made you dizzy, strum like a string of tantalizing melody as you inhaled his musky scent that made you dig your nose at the crook of his neck. Whimpering a little when you felt something slide outside your folds, warm and hard, Suna grunts and pants out small puffs of air onto your ear. You were so slick and wet that it was tempting to just dick you down right now. But you were his little baby, he had to take care of you first. He wouldn't want to hurt you.

"Will you let me take care of you?"

Your blown pupils lost the clouds that has surrounded them as you moaned out, his teeth sinking in the tender flesh by your neck with your hips jolting up, meeting with his twitching cock. Hands flying to clutch onto his shoulders, you wished you had kept your legs closed as now your flower was being teased to death. Suna groans when he feels you twitch a little, how adorable, he thoughts.

"Well?"

He bites on your lower lip, tugging it whilst keeping the eye contact with you, like he was ravishing you with his pretty eyes as sweat slid down to your face.

"I'm waiting."

He grabs a hold of his cock, you expected he was going to pump a few jets, but instead he began slapping it against your weeping cunt. Squealing at the sound of wet skin slapping and the small waves of pleasure kicking in, you whined beneath him when he chuckles darkly, looking up to him with puppy like eyes.

"Rin, please.."

He stops, leaning forward so that his forehead was pressing to yours, exhaling out softly when he felt himself release a few pre cum jets out from his cock.

"Please what?"

Even though he was getting as needy as you were, he was still Suna Rintarou, a guy who loves to be in control and manipulate what he can. Loves to endlessly put you on edge to have your small hands scratching his skin, your body trapped from his bigger structure. He was addicted.

Frustrated, tears glossed over your eyes with some slipping down a little. You would've screamed at him for being a big meanie, but now you were stuck pouting and crying when you felt him rut against you once more.

"Please!! Need your cock, Rintarou!!"

As those words escaped your plumped lips, Suna cages you in his arms and quickly switches positions with you in a blink of an eye. Confusion written all over your features as you gasped a little when you were now laying on his chest, Suna adjusting his head on the pillow, enough to see you shaking above him and gives your ass a soft smack, rubbing the soft, globe flesh and squishing it with his hand. Your leotard still pushed to the side, allowing his finger to tease the slit up and down, watching you start to lose yourself above him and push back, hoping to get more friction.

"You said you wanted my cock, right baby?"

You couldn't make out what he was saying, too busy rubbing against the knuckle of his index, clawing his chest to ground yourself. The veins in his arms and hands were noticeable, you can really tell he had been keeping himself together. With you above him, arms pressed to your chest, letting your tits be a show for him, hair fanning your features like some kind of princess as the uniform you were now wearing stuck to your skin from the sweat that had built up. Good thing you had spare ones.

Lining himself up to your cunt, he removes his hand away from you as you cried from the lost. Both of his hands found their way back to your bottom, lifting you up with is before slamming you down to his hard cock with a loud moan erupting from his chest and you left with wide eyes and mouth agape.

"Take it, little girl."

The sudden thrust of his cock stung, but it didn't hurt much. No, it made you shocked, panting as if you were in some sort of heat, tongue sticking out at the feeling of his dick stretching you deliciously, the length and thickness making you feel so stuffed. He felt so deeper in this position, you couldn't move. You felt that if you were to try and thrust up and down, you would break. It was all too much.

Suna felt the same way. His head burnt, spinning like a spell was cast upon him when he was engulfed by the warmth of your cunny. Fuck, your walls kept fluttering and tightening around his cock. Every muscle on his body was flexed as he breathed heavily. You were so heavenly right now, he could cum on the spot inside of you.

"R-rin...So big.."

Covering your mouth with your hands, you tried raising your hips up a little, the lewd friction creating a pleasurable wave to your spine as you sunk down immediately, choking out a moan behind your palms and crying. You couldn't move.

Suna licked his lips at the sight before prying your hands away from your mouth and sitting up against the headboard of the bed, pushing you from the small of your back to his chest closer, his hands roaming around your hot, flushed body and cupping your breast through the fabric. Before you knew it, you squealed loudly when you heard a ripping sound from the chest area.

He had finally ruined the skimpy camisole leotard from you, letting your breast free with his face nuzzling into them and taking a nipple in his mouth. His hands went back to your hips, finally guiding you to a slow rhythm as he thrusts back carefully. Moaning softly, you cradled his head in your arms while he suckles on your nipples. Relishing the soft, yet deep thrusts given to you as each second passes.

"Y-you a-ah..Had to r-rip it, o-oh my—"

Tugging his hair from his roots when he moved to the other breast and bit harshly. He tugged the nippled with his teeth softly before lapping his tongue to soothe away the sting.

"You have spare ones. Besides,"

Pushing away from you, his eyes raked to your entirely new look. The ripped fabric hanging loosely with your breast on display, your cunt being stuffed full with his cock, you and your entire form within his control.

"You look so precious right now."

He delivers one hard thrust that made you fall to his chest, only then do you realize that you were not the one moving, but him all along. His pace quickens, the moans and cries from you onlt fueling him more. Suna shuts his eyes as his senses heightened by you.

"U-unf, hah— I'm sorry!!"

Your tears falling to his chest made him shiver and worry, he tried slowing doen his pace, but he feels your hips move around cutely trying to meet with his movements.

"I-I'm sorry, R-in...Ah— I couldn't mo-move!"

You were apologizing just because you couldn't give him the exact treatment and pleasure he was giving you. Normally, guilt would eat you out at this second, but you were far more succumbed by feeling stuffed, the thought of him cumming inside you blocked all other thoughts away. Precious, absolutely precious.

His hand cupped your cheek, giving it a small pinch of adoration and wiping away the tears that had still been falling from receiving his cock.

"It's okay, let me handle you, sweetheart."

Screaming, he began ramming himself inside of you. It burned, it burned so good it hurts, like your insides were being rearranged. His balls smacking up to your ass that was shaking and being squeezed and slapped by Suna's other hand in repeat. You could only stick your tongue out as you tried to make a sound, but it was all too good all that was left is you sobbing dumbly on his chest with Suna grunting and whispering praises beneath you.

"S-so fucking tight.. God, princess, I feel like ah— 'm gonna break you."

Petting your hair, he doesn't stop his pace. They weren't lying when they said this man uses his entire body to use. Was he so strong and flexible to be able to do this to you. Your balled fist went to grab his hand from your hair, lacing your fingers with his and held his hand, weakly raising your head up.

"A-ah, ah, inside.. Please.. Rin, 'm g-gonna break.. need you. Ngh!! INSIDE!!"

Your voice came out louder at the end when his tip reaches your spot. Moans turning into those you'd hear in pornography feeling your cunt get abused.

"Shit—"

He looked so nefarious; head thrown back, his mouth opening and closing, trying to silent out his own moans to his embarrassment and his hand holding yours tightly. He was to drool for, a real life incubus.

"I-I'm cumming..fuck, take it, baby."

"R-RINTAROU!! N-NO, NO MORE HAH— SLOW DOWN! R-RIN!!"

"SHIT, (Y/N)—"

Your cunt convulsed around his pulsing cock. The rush of adrenaline wrapping themselves to every fiber of your bones as you sobbed loudly, feeling yourself cream for what it's worth around his cock, his own hot, load shooting inside your womb, holding his breath as both your hands gripped each other with toes curling.

"F-fuck, you okay?"

Finishing the last drop, he doesn't pull out immediately. Not wanting to suddenly knock out some oxygen from you, he gives the crown of your head kisses with his thumb stroking the back of your hand. You puffed out breathy pants, body tired and throat scratchy from what happened seconds ago. The redness of your cheeks and the baby hairs the stuck to your forehead made you look so adorable to his eyes, that he leaned forward to kiss your temple.

"T-thank you, Rin...Love you so much."

He can make out the small hearts in your dazed eyes, mewling softly when he accidentally thrusts in while moving his position. Your eyes scrunched up closed, burying yourself on his chest with a small voice,

"Sensitive.."

"I know."

His other arm wrapped around you tightened, rubbing his cheek on your head affectionately. He loved moments like this in doors, just you, him, your bodies as one together in bed. His beautiful, little ballerina in his arms with the soft, baby pink and look on her features and body. It made him smile secretly from you.

"I love you too, my ballerina."

And he began moving again inside of you.

[niffala]

Baby Blues (Pt. 9)

Warnings: fluff, angst, pregnancy

A/N: Reader insert version found here. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

Chapter 8 Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

Chapter 9

Tanya's acidic laugh rang in his ears. "Oh, Honey, you need to forget about that infertile cow. I've given you a gift. You have a real family now. You'll see how happy we can be together, just the three of us."

“NO!”

Bucky opened his eyes, struggling to breathe and drenched in sweat. He remained still, trying to calm down and get his bearings. He was at home, in his own bed… alone. Dani’s side lay empty. A lump in his throat, he gently placed his hand on her pillow, afraid to disturb it.

He was startled by a metallic scraping sound from inside the house. As quiet as a cat, he slipped out of bed to investigate. He padded through his home, senses on high alert. The noise continued, it was coming from the kitchen. Peering around the corner, he recognized it as the clanging of pots and pans. Someone was digging through the lower cabinets, the kitchen island prevented him from getting a look at the intruder.

The person stood with an exasperated sigh. Bucky felt his heart stop. “Dani?”

Her bright eyes found him, “Morning Hun, have you seen the green skillet? I can’t seem to find…”

Before she could finish, Bucky ran over and smashed his mouth into hers. Cupping her face in his hands, mumbling his immense relief between kisses, “You’re here... You stayed… You stayed with me.”

Dani looked at him, bewildered. “Where else would I go? Are you alright, Bucky? You’re shaking.”

He smiled at her, right thumb stroking her cheek, electrified at the feel of her skin. “I’m fine now. Just had a really bad fucking dream.” He kissed her again, just as passionately. “I thought I lost you.” He buried his head in the crook of her neck, embracing her tight.

She ran her fingers through his hair, pushing back the damp locks, comforting him. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

Bucky clung to her, refusing to let go. “T-Tanya cursed you, made you leave me on our anniversary. She did it to hurt me, make herself seem more appealing, and… and she was…” He shook his head to rid himself of the image. “It was horrible.”

“It was just a dream. That witch is long gone. Nattie took care of her while we were away. You’re safe. We’re safe.” She rubbed his back to soothe him. “I mean I screwed up our anniversary a little when my car broke down, but I wouldn’t call that a curse, just bad luck. Good thing Steve was with you when I called, he came to get me.”

His brain rushed to catch up. He rested his forehead on hers and breathed slowly, grounding himself. Having her in his arms made separating the memories from his imagination easier. The late dinner, their wonderful vacation, coming home, all the pieces reconnected what the nightmare fractured.

Bucky kissed Dani again before helping make breakfast. He gestured to a small gift bag on the counter. "What’s that?”

“Um, I got you something, but I’m not sure it’s the best time. I mean if you want to open it now you can... Do you want to?”

Bucky nodded. Moving the tissue paper aside, revealing a small plush toy. He laughed, “It looks like that blue fish that wouldn't leave my arm alone when we went snorkeling.” He took it out and squeezed it to his chest. “It’s cute, thank you, Honey.”

Dani smiled, “You’re welcome... I just figured we could bring a little Saint Lucia home with us.” She bit her lip, suddenly nervous. “And we brought another little something home too.” She pointed to the bag.

Furrowing his brows, Bucky reached back in. After a few seconds of searching through the paper, he pulled out a familiar stick, his heart pounding. His voice caught in his throat. “Two lines,” he whispered, tears of joy poured out of his eyes. “Two lines. Dani, there's two lines.”

She nodded, crying with her husband. “Yeah, it wasn't sea sickness... I'm pregnant.”

“Holy shit!” He wrapped his arms around her. “This is real? It’s really happening?” His wife murmured the secret words he needed to reassure him. He smiled and kept kissing her. "I love you. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too, so so much." She smiled into the kiss. "We’re having a baby.”

Bucky couldn't contain the joy he felt. Dani had already given him his happiest moments. His heart soared knowing there would be many more to come. “We’re having a baby.”

The End

A/N: I hope this repaired some hearts. A special thank you to everyone that has read this. I appreciate you all and I'd love to know your thoughts.

A/N: For the few that asked, yes this being an illusion was in the back of my mind when I was writing it. The 1st draft had Bucky waking up to "Dani" heavily pregnant, but I thought that would scream that it was a trick to make him compliant. So I reworked it to give the story a happy ending. Although, with the undertones still present, I guess it's up to the reader if it truly is or not.)

[mistabullets]

Mon Lapin (Kinktober Day #2 - Dirty Talk)

Characters: Laurent Thierry x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Laurent demands you express what you want.

Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader, neutral pronouns, drunk sex, slight dubcon cause of alcohol involved but otherwise it’s consensual, dirty talk, teasing, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial

Note: Some more Great Pretender content cause we need some more of this idiot yet suave Frenchman. Also slight spoilers for Dorothy (she’s hinted and alluded to but never name dropped)

The heist had been a success.

Somehow, you pulled through it, playing your part beautifully. You celebrated with your fellow swindlers for a job well done and evenly distributed the stacks of greens amongst yourselves. Alcohol was served - as you downed your shots, more people vanished to return to their villas. You didn’t quite mind the lack of people; Laurent remained by your side to keep good company, nursing a glass of champagne but he was flustered from the buzz swimming through his head.

Laurent, albeit an enigma to you, certainly carried an aura of charisma. While you were new to the game of con artists and the conned, he had shown you the ropes in his own unique method of teaching. He was an excellent coach and a better swindling partner. While there had been times when you questioned what the hell was going through his head, you realized it was better to blindly trust him than to wonder the inner mechanisms of his mind. Eventually, it was just the two of you left at the resort - laughter echoing as he told you about his older days and his first missions.

“And that’s how we managed to get him - though, it was a close call. My English was a bit rusty at the time and I couldn’t pronounce the name of a certain city. But we pulled through,” he laughed, blue eyes twinkling as he reminisced the nostalgia.

“Now you’re a natural at this,” you commented, feeling reassured that while you were unusually nervous to play a big role in this heist, you had done well. It’s weird to think that once, Laurent was a rookie like you - that someone had mentored him. “I hope... my performance as a princess was good.”

“It was fantastic, mon lapin,” he praised, reaching your empty hand to emphasize his point. Your ears turned red - you weren’t the best at handling compliments like this, “If anything, I think you’ll probably outshine me one day.”

“I doubt that,” you said sheepishly, turning your head away from this gaze. He was too handsome to look at - tousled blonde locks and playful blue irises. His drunken blush didn’t help either.

“Mon lapin, you need more confidence in yourself,” with all inhibitions flew out the window, he reached for your chin and forced you to confront him - rather than his usual cunning smirk, he softly smiled at your adorable flushed cheeks. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it but there was something about your unbridled enthusiasm to learn and commit that made him quite fond of you. It reminded him of her. She would have taken quite a liking to you - always eager to please and coming apart under the slightest amount of praise when all eyes were on you. An idea hit him drinking in your demure visage. “Let me help you with that, my dear—“

“What do you mean, Lau—“ he hushed the question with a kiss. It was smooth and natural but being unfamiliar with this sort of affection, you froze. The Frenchman expected your unease - a long hand came to cup your cheek while the other rested in your shoulder to keep you grounded. Eventually, you settled in - even experimentally pressing your tongue against his lips, seeking permission. He hummed contently and indulged in the aftertaste of vodka lingering in your mouth. Your hand found purchase in his tropical shirt and tried to pull him in closer.

But he pulled away with a chuckle, taking in the glossy glisten of your eyes and your plush lips with red waxy smears from the corners of your mouth. “Eager to please, are we? J’aime ça.”

You didn’t respond, too caught up in what was taking place. A warm heat was spreading to your nether regions and Laurent noted how you shifted your thighs. Now he was curious. Seeing you positively react, he reached in again for another kiss but instead his hand went running up your thigh and you instinctually spread your legs to invite him closer.

“I knew it. You’re an eager slut, ready to please, aren’t you, mon lapin?” a devilish smirk curled his lips upwards - it made your heart hammered against your chest. Your words were stuck in your throat - he had caught you like the vulnerable rabbit trapped in between the sharp canines of a fox. He was the cat that got the cream. You shuddered when you sensed his fingertips dancing at your sides, ready to pounce.

“L-Laurent, please—“

“Hm, glad to see the cat didn’t get your tongue. But please what, mon lapin salope?”

“I— mmph—!” he pushed you down on the couch, assaulting your senses. His kiss was rougher, more sloppy - he bit at your lower lip so you could gasp and allow access to your mouth. He tongued you eagerly, all while lazily grinding his tented half-hard erection against your clothed heat. You moaned into his mouth, relishing in the taste of cigarettes and booze; your mind was growing fuzzy, unaware of the world surrounding you. Luckily for you and Laurent, everyone else had either left and found a room to crash in for the night. You wanted more of him. You whimpered when you left your lips, only to feel his hot breath tickle against your neck. He made a trail of kisses, occasionally deliberately teething, the skin blooming into a red-purple shade.

He stopped his incessant grinding, taking in the effects he had on you - swollen lips, blown-out pupils, matted locks against your forehead, and a couple of hickeys. You whined when he stopped, his teasing grin would have warranted a punch in the face. “You didn’t answer my question so I’ll help you out,” he jerked his hips against your clothed sex and you sighed, bucking your own hips to feel him again. However, his hands gripped them, holding you steady much to your dismay. “It’s clear what you want, mon cheri. I want the same. I want to fuck you. So don’t deny how eager you are to take my cock, you adorable slut.”

“L-Laurent— p-please, I want you—“

“Better, mon lapin. But why do you want me?”

“Y-You know...”

“Perhaps I do. But I want to hear it from your pretty slutty mouth, mon lapin.”

“B-But, Laurent, I—“ before you could articulate your words, the blonde dips one hand underneath the waistband of your pants. You choked on your words and moaned when his palm cups at your pantie clad sex, his long finger experimentally rubbing the slit.

“I can feel how wet you are. You’re particularly dripping, my dear Y/N...” being a bit impatient himself, his hand slipped underneath the fabric of your panties, his experienced hand easily finding the bundle of nerves hiding in its hood. With careful consideration, he rubs it, electricity jolting down your spine and a desperate moan leaving your lips. His free hand is already pulling down your leggings along with your panties and you help shimmy them off. Laurent spreads your legs further apart, admiring the pretty shade of your pussy and your swollen clit. Collecting more of your slick on his index finger, he presses it against your entrance and sinks it into the knuckle. You sigh in relief - he works his magic on you, immediately finding that one particular spot that has your toes curling.

With ease, he inserts another digit and begins to fuck your tight walls with only two of his fingers. You tense up, going with your instincts, and bucking against his hand. To put the icing on the cake, his thumb finds your swollen clit again, rubbing it in vigorous circles that has white stars flooding your vision. Laurent knows you’re about to cum, your core pulsating against his knowledgeable digits as he assaults your g-spot with a come here motion. However, before you can fall from your peak, he stops his ministration, cackling almost sinisterly when you let out a whine followed by a curse.

“Tell me, mon lapin salope, what do you want?”

“Fuck Laurent, please! You know already!” you cry out in frustration.

“I know what your beautiful body wants but again, I want to hear it from those pretty lips,” he coos, lapping up juices from his slender fingers.

“God, p-please...! J-Just do me already—“ you whine, your cheeks burning red, steam particularly coming out of your ears. You avert your gaze away, his wolfish grin too much to handle.

But he wasn’t going to have it. He reaches for your chin, his visage softening. It was too cute with how embarrassed you were but he understood he could be cruel. He gives you an encouraging kiss, “Look me in the eyes and say it with confidence, mon cheri.”

With an exasperated sigh, you throw out your dignity, finally giving in to the Frenchman’s scheme. You reach for his face, appreciating how he was being more lenient - yet a hint of a smirk remained, his eyes beaming with amusement. Chewing on your bottom lips, you stumble over some of your words but still carry on, desperate at this point. “L-Laurent, please... I-I... I want you to... f-fuck me with your cock! Please, I can’t handle this anymore—!”

Finally - your cute face was desperately worth it.

“I thought you would never ask~”

“B-But we can go to the bedroom?”

He chuckles, giving you another quick kiss before scooping you up, “Of course.”

[kat-tamin]

welcome home

Jet welcomes Kat home with a bath. Requested by @sammymae12

Ship: Kat x Jet

Warnings: Bath tub sex: fingering

Word Count: 1073

Kat gasped as soon as she saw the white front door of her apartment. “Oh God! Home!” The click-clack of her cane quickened as she limped faster to her apartment. She leaned forward and pressed a loud, wet kiss to the wooden frame. “I missed you so much.”

“Jesus, Kat, you just got out of the hospital. Please don’t catch a disease from your disgusting door.” Jet came up from behind her girlfriend, Kat’s duffel bag on her shoulder. She dug in her pocket for Kat’s keys, inserting it into the lock.

As soon as the door opened, Kat was hit with stale, musty air, making her wince. Jet said she had been by to keep it clean and feed the cat, but it was clear no one had been here for longer than a few minutes during her stay in the hospital. Kat limped into her apartment, her nose wrinkling. “Jet! You were supposed to clean up before I got home.”

“I did. I took out the trash and cleaned the litter box.” Jet shrugged off her jacket before helping Kat out of her’s. “I think it’s you.”

Kat wanted to be offended, but she couldn’t. She had been in the hospital for almost a week and hadn’t showered once. The nurses had given her a sponge bath a few days ago, but her hair was still extremely greasy.

“Fine. Fair.” Kat was about to suggest a snack, but was interrupted by a streak of orange twining around her legs. She gasped and leaned down, ignoring the flash of stabbing pain in her side. “Qitta!”

She pressed a kiss to the top of the cat’s head, breathing in the scent of his fur. “I missed you so much.”

“Wow,” Jet said dryly, her brow raising. “You never greet me like that. I’m a bit offended.”

Kat gave her cat another pet before straightening up, once again wincing at the pain. “I’ve seen you every day, Jet. Leave me alone once in a while and maybe I will.”

Jet’s brown eyes rolled and her face curved into a smirk. She wasn’t insulted by Kat’s sarcasm, but secretly thrilled that she seemed back to normal. “Noted. See you later.” 

She pretended she was about to leave, but Kat let out an exasperated breath. “Okay, okay. C’mere.” Kat lifted her good arm to bring Jet in for a deep kiss, making Jet’s heart jump.

Jet wanted the kiss to last forever, happy that her girlfriend was here; she was fine. But as soon as she breathed in, she caught the scent of her unwashed body. She kindly drew back, saying: “I think we should get you into a bath.”

“Help me?” Kat murmured, her cheeks heating up. It was humiliating to ask if she was honest.

“Of course.” Jet took her hand, quietly leading her to the large bathroom. She reached to start the bath, warm water flooding the tub. When it was half full, she turned to Kat. “Sit.”

Kat sat on the edge of the tub, allowing Jet to help her out of her clothes. As always since her surgery, she kept her eyes away from the large wound in her side. It seemed to hurt more when she looked at it, so she didn’t. 

Jet, however, couldn’t stop looking at it: the black thread stitching her skin together, her side a mess of blue and green bruises. It brought tears to her eyes, which she quickly blinked back. “Okay,” she said softly. “Let’s get you in.”

It took a lot of careful maneuvering to get Kat into the tub, her teeth gritting together in pain. As soon as she was in the water, Kat let out a long, content sigh, the heat instantly soothing her body.

“Good?” Jet asked, kneeling on the floor beside the tub.

“Amazing.” Kat’s eyes fluttered shut, her body slowly relaxing.

Jet grabbed a loofah and a bottle of vanilla-scented soap. Trying not to disturb Kat, she gently started to scrub her feet and legs, turning the water into bubbles.

Kat’s mouth opened to let out an involuntary moan, Jet’s touch alleviating any remaining stress. Her legs spread to let her scrub between them, flooding her body with heat. It felt like it had been forever since they had touched each other like this, not just a week.

Jet’s hands went higher, avoiding the stitches on her abdomen, to Kat’s chest. She fought to hide a smile at the look on her face. She could sense the arousal emitting from her girlfriend, turning the air warmer. She soaped up her girlfriend’s breasts, teasing her nipples softly.

Kat gasped, her pupils blowing open wide. “Fuck…”

“Does that feel good?” Jet’s voice came out in a rasp.

Kat bit down on her bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. “Yeah.”

Jet sat up on her knees, almost dipping into the water herself. “You want more?”

Kat’s eyes widened. Goosebumps erupted under her skin. She nodded enthusiastically. “Please, Jet.”

Jet abandoned the loofah, using her hand to cup Kat’s pussy. Even in the warm water, it seemed hot and wet, wanting her touch. “I’ll be gentle,” Jet whispered, her thumb touching Kat’s clit.

It was the slightest touch, but it made Kat jerk back, pain shooting through her body. Instantly Jet drew back, the water sloshing over the side over the tub. Kat’s hand shot out to stop her, grabbing her wrist. “Please, Jet.” Kat licked her dry lips. “I need this.”

Jet was wary, but nodded. Despite her concerns, her fingers went back to Kat’s clit, stroking it. She kept a careful eye on her, watching for any strong signs of pain.

This time, Kat was ready. Her fingers gripped the porcelain but she tried to stay still, even as her hips wanted to buck up. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the pressure building in her core. Every swipe of Jet’s fingers sends sparks up her spine. Any pain in her body disappeared, replaced by pleasure.

It was no surprise that it didn’t take long for Kat to cum, a sharp cry bursting out of her chest. Her body spasmed, water and soap sloshing onto Jet, soaking her. Jet continued to stroke her until Kat’s body relaxed, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.

Kat’s eyes opened, her gaze soft. “God, I’m glad to be home.”

Jet leaned forward to give her a kiss. She murmured against her lips: “Me too.”

[pandoraimperatrix]

On the Sea

BatCat | Smut | 2,8k words | Read on AO3

Summary:  Bruce takes Selina to sail in his private island where no one can se them get busy on the deck. This piece belong to my Four Names ‘verse, but can be read independently, but if would be cool of you to check out the main story.

Selina knew she was being watched, and he knew she knew. It was all part of their game. Her legs swinging up and down blocking sometimes the view of the droplet of sweat that he was so attentively following. It slid from the nape of her head, between her shoulder’s blades and was now making its way all the way through her tanned skin to the small of her back; uninterrupted by the laces of her bikini because she had untied it ages ago when she laid to sunbath on the deck complaining she was bored. Bruce had not commented on her place of choice, that coincided to be right at his display, and continued to sail the boat, pretending to have all attention to the ocean and not to his tantalizing wife. That too, was part of their game.

She wanted him to be the first to break, and maybe he would, but it was too early to give up, and he had Selina’s natural impatience at his side.

“Hey, Cat” he called, and it took her a deliberately long moment to turn her face to him, lowering her cat eye framed shades to look at him with half-opened eyes “champagne?” he raised the bottle, before taking a sip without using a cup. He hid a satisfied smile when she swallowed dry.

Selina turned to her side, one hand supporting her head by the edge of her jaw, the other resting on the curve of her thigh. Breasts completely bare and adorned only by a silver medal hanging from her neck and twinkling in the sun. Bruce had to school himself to not choke, and he was pretty sure by the dirty smile on her face that she noticed him twitching.

He had married a witch.

“Should you be drinking and driving, I mean, sailing?”

Composed enough to be able to drink without embarrassing himself, Bruce took another sip.

“This bay is private, no other boats sail here, we’re fine.”

“No one?” she raised an eyebrow took off her shades, biting one temple tip. “Really? Interesting.”

And he knew for certain that she was not thinking about his reckless drinking. Damn, she was good, he could lose that one.

“So… Do you want?”

“Yeah, bring me a flute.”

She sat up, crossing her legs, the salty wind blew hair at her face, and she gathered her soft locks in a pile, using a strand of her on hair to tie it up, missing a few pieces that few around her face and neck. The sun reflected the golden tones of her curls giving her the illusion of an aura. When Bruce joined her sitting by her side with a flute and the bucket filled with ice and the bottle of champagne; he wished he had brought too paint and paper, but he knew that as much as he mastered the techniques, only a true artist could capture the vision Selina was presenting that day.

He rejoiced at the unadulterated pleasure that spread on her face when she took the first sip. Selina sighed, turning her face up to the sun, her leg touching his when her body moved, led by the swing of the boat. When she was actively trying to seduce him she could get everything from him. Made of him whatever she liked. But when she was like that, just her, just Selina, her smile earnest, just pleased by his company, in those moments, without even trying, that’s when he knew that, whatever seduction game they played, it was rigged against him, he’d lost from the start.

“What?” she asked with an amused expression.

Bruce leaned in, looking into her deep green pools, and slowly, erased the distance, capturing her lips. He barely registered the click of the glass hitting the wooden deck when she put her flute down to insert her fingers in his moist hair, while her other hand slid upwards his arm, kneading his shoulder before settling for his neck, rubbing his Adam’s apple up and down with her thumb. He dragged his tongue through the roof of her mouth until the fruity taste of the champagne faded and all that remained was pure Selina. She pulled away, breathing in and languidly offering her neck for meal, which he accepted, starving.

He kissed each of her beauty marks, there was so many of them, and maybe the sun had made new ones. Then, he tried to connect them with the tip of his tongue, pulling her close by the waist, her arms fell from his neck, and she relaxed. Lying down, Selina’s eyes locked in his, so lost in each other that neither of them noticed that her elbow tipped the glass flute down until they felt the cold bubbly liquid touching their fevered skin.

“Oops!” she said laughing and gently pushing him off her to look for the fallen object.

“Let it,” he groaned, trying to pull her back by the hips.

“Easy, big guy,” she said still amused, and standing up to put away the breakable items safely. “What if it breaks? I’m not risking a trip to the ER.”

Bruce sighed sadly watching her go, he lied on the deck, one arm under his head, waiting, when she came back Selina had a plastic bottle in her hand. He eyed it curiously.

“You are starting to look like a beet, and Alfred will have my ass if I don’t take good care of you.”

He made a disgusted face.

“Please never talk about Alfred having your ass ever again.”

Selina threw her head back in loud laughter.

“Dunno, B. Maybe I’m into silver foxes now,” she winked cheekily, kneeing down beside him and then throwing one knee across his hip and settling strategically on his bulging erection. Bruce licked his lips trying hard to not thrust.  

“Haha, so funny.”

She just smiled at that, and opened the sunscreen cap, squeezing product on her palms before starting to apply to his naked chest. And she took her sweet, sweet time with the task. She began with his solar plexus, spreading the white lotion upwards, feeling the roughness of the growing hairs, no reason to shave on vacation.

She kissed the scars she made on his left pectoral, and arched her body forwards to reach his collarbones, and neck, getting her face impossibly close to his and pulling away when he tried to kiss her. Ignoring his annoyed mutter, Selina, pulled his right arm up, carefully applying product from his shoulder to the tip of his fingers, then she did the same to his left arm. By then, he knew there was no way she wasn’t aware of how hard he was. She squeezed more product to her palm, and with the tip of her finger started to spread dollops to his face. He probably was looking funny, because he knew very well the twitching on her lips as she rubbed the bridge of his nose. Annoyed, he tried to steal a kiss.

“Bruce!” she chastised, trying to pull away in such way that instead of her lips, all Bruce could reach was her chin which he bit, eliciting a soft moan that made him realise that whole torture session wasn’t just wearing him down. Ignoring her protests, he propped himself up using his forearms and kissing her chin again, sliding his tongue down, following the paths of the droplets of salty sweat down the curve of her throat, biting her shoulder until he caught her nipple with his teeth. Selina gasped and pulled his head back roughly by the roots of his hair, forcing him to stare at her eyes. She was panting, and teasing to kiss him again, their lips inches apart.

“Let me finish,” she demanded.

“Eventually,” he retorted.

She let out a throaty laugh and pushed him back to the deck.

“Don’t make me tie you up,” she threatened.

Bruce shut his eyes, trying to control his own breath, Selina was still sitting on his erection, and in that moment he’d give her anything she wanted for a bit of friction, so, when he felt her weight shifting he almost cried in frustration.

“What are you- oh…”

He looked down and she was sitting on his thighs now, squeezing sunscreen directly on his abs, she spread the product meticulously with her hands while Bruce watched, he had never thought that such mundane action could be so sensual. Her brow furrowed as she worked, a droplet of her own sweat fell making a small pool in his product covered skin, and she dutifully wiped it again. Then, she reversed her position, giving him premium view of her ass while she worked on his thighs, legs and feet.

“Finished?” he asked, going mad.

She picked the cloth that he had used to protect the deck from the watermarks of the melting ice of the bucket he had brought the champagne in to relief her own heated skin, patting herself on her face and neck.

“I still have to get you back, don’t wanna lose you for something stupid like skin cancer.”

“Yeah?” he said sitting up and picking one of the remaining ice rocks and inserting in his mouth. “What about you?”

She smiled.

“Already applied before we came out.”

“Aw,” he pouted.

Selina reached backwards to his face, thumb rubbing his jaw.

“Don’t be sad, baby, there’s always after sun moisturizing.”

He took her hand and kissed it, trying to lead his kisses through her wrist, but she pulled it back and got off him.

“Belly down, pretty boy.”

“Come on, Selina, one kiss,” he whined.

“No, turn over.”

Sighing, he obeyed. Bruce felt her approaching, he thought her breath on his neck was just his wife being especially mean, but she sucked his earlobe making him yelp. She giggled.

“God, I hate you,” he groaned.

She clicked her tongue.

“Your nose will grow, Pinocchio.”

He chuckled charmed against his annoyance.

“Are you done?”

“Geez, I didn’t even start. And I told you to lie down, why are you sitting?”

“Kinda hard to lie on my belly now, Selina,” he deadpanned.

He heard her have a fit of giggles and rest her forehead on his shoulder to gather her bearings.

“Sorry,” she finally managed, applying product on his shoulders first.

“Are you though?”

“Nah,” she said shamelessly, as her hands slid through his back, paying attention to each corner.

“Just as I thought,” he muttered, sighing.

“Now, I’m done.”

“Hallelujah.”

“You are such a cry baby, Bruce, lie down.”

“Selina…”

“I told you to lie down. Belly up.”

He sighed an did as he was told, trying to imagine what she would invent to torture him now, but was caught completely under guard when in a quick motion, Selina inserted her hand inside his trunks and pulled his cock out, sucking the tip.

“Holy-!”

He shut his eyes, seeing stars, his ears ringing. When he opened his eyes again, he found he gaze on him, and Bruce needed all his hard training to not embarrass himself. Selina’s kisses went down his shaft, to it’s base and spreading kisses around the area, to his navel while her hand pumped. She liked upwards again, twirling her tongue around the head and kissing it lovingly without breaking eye contact with him. One of Bruce’s hands entered her hair, undoing the makeshift ponytail she had made before, scratching her scalp as she hollowed her cheeks, blowing him skilfully.  

“Love,” he called weakly. “It’s enough, please.”

She gave him a last lick before letting go, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Selina walked in her knees positioning herself in his lap, Bruce sat up and his time she didn’t reject his lips, holding his face with both hands while his explored her body, lovingly caressing the curve of her waist, kneading her rear, and pulling her closer by the curve of her knee. He bit her cheek weekly, and sucked the pulse on her neck, his hand grabbing one of her breast and guiding it to his mouth making her moan and thrust against him.

Sighing, Selina pulled his head up again, guiding him back to her lips, her chest only separated from him by the layer of perspiration. She kissed him for what felt like forever and never, never long enough. Pulling his bottom lip until it felt numb, and stopping just to look deep into his eyes every time they stopped to catch a breath.

“What are we going to do about your bottoms?” he asked before sucking her earlobe.

“What about them?” she answered, her voice barely audible.

“I could rip them off,” his hand already pulling the elastic.

She slapped his hand.

“Don’t you dare! I love this bikini, just work around it.”

“You could take them off…”

“Then I’d have to get up.”

He seemed to consider.

“Yeah. You are right.”

“As always.”

He snorted, and kissed her again, his hand changing directions to her centre, pulling the fabric to the side and sliding a finger up and down her vulva. Selina shut her eyes, her mouth falling in pleasure.

“Cat you are so, so wet.”

“Yeah?” she breathed.

“Yes. Is it all for me?”

She let out a suffering chuckle.

“Might be.”

“Oh,” he made when she thrusted against his hand, “does it feel good?”

“Can be better.”

“How so?”

Selina made an impatient sound.

“Just fuck me already, Bruce.”

“When you ask so nicely…”

She lifted her hips, hoisting herself through his neck, and, Bruce, pushed her bikini bottom’s all the way to the side with one hand and aligned himself to her pussy with the other, and Selina fell, joining the two of them together, finally. He groaned against her ear, hands dragging upwards to her waist and holding her hard in place.

“You are so impossibly tight.”

“If you are managing such big words yet, I can get tighter,” saying that she squeezed him, and Bruce cursed loudly, Selina chucked and started riding him. “Look at me, Bruce” she ordered, “look at me or I’ll stop.”

He did, and she smiled sweetly contrasting with how relentlessly she was fucking him, holding his face to look at her. Selina’s eyes shut, she arched her back. Her chin following her movements as she let out a loud moan dragging from the depths of her throat. Bruce held her strongly as she trashed, her thrusts getting erratic and without rhythm, slowing down, until they became just languidly undulations.

Soothing her with kisses, Bruce rose her limp body from his lap, and lied her down on the deck. She oversaw his ministrations with half-lidded eyes, relinquishing control for the time being. Bruce pulled down her bottoms, finally, throwing it at the cockpit’s direction. He dove, kissing her belly, grabbed her right thigh and sucked the soft skin of the inner part, kissing and licking his way to her knee and shin, biting the heel of her foot and eliciting a giggle from Selina.

Smiling fondly at her, Bruce, rested her leg on his shoulder, and then picked her left leg, giving it the same treatment. Then, he grabbed her by the waist, adjusting her body one last time before entering her again with a groan. Selina rose her hands to his face again, tracing his bottom lip with her thumb as he thrusted against her slowly.

“I fucking love you,” she whispered losing herself in the sensation, Bruce started picking up rhythm and talking faded. Coherence completely left when he started rubbing her clit without stopping his thrusts, trying to get her to come again before his own release became too hard to stop. He leaned more into her direction, seeking for more contact, and one of her legs slid down to hook around his thigh, the other one remained on his shoulder, providing an angle of penetration that only someone flexible like Selina could provide.

He kissed her to insanity, moaning inside her mouth, and when it became too hard to concentrating on kissing, he let out her bottom lip with a pop. Bruce, let go of her clit to support his weight against the deck giving him leverage and Selina substituted it with her own. He reached for the leg that slid down, pulling it up again and folding it to let him go deeper, the slight change of angle did if for Selina and she fell apart again, calling desperately for his name. Bruce didn’t stop, seeking his own release relentlessly until he too reached climax.

When his soul returned to his body, he opened his eyes to find her looking at him with besotted eyes, her hands roaming through his back slowly, giving him goosebumps. Bruce let go of her legs, letting her body relax, and he fell beside her, panting.

Selina turned to her side, propping her head on her hand and sliding her foot up his inner leg languidly.

“My knees are completely ruined,” she complained gleefully.

He chuckled.

“We’ll get you a pillow next time.”

She snorted.

“You are such a dork.”  

--------------------------------------------------

Guys, it's so hot, SO HOT, I can’t remember how rain felt like. So have some hot smut for all your BatCat needs. XOXO

[mxchellesworld]

𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

***

The next few weeks went by in a breeze. It was now mid December and you were excited for the holiday season. You weren’t able to go with your family this year but Abbie had promised to make the time as festive as possible in your new home. Cat had scheduled time off to spend it with you and Spencer as the both of your jobs already gave you the days free. 

They started to take you out to fancier places. You’d all dress up and sip on fine wine in restaurants. However you also had time with both of them individually. Spencer loved to take you to places where he could show off his knowledge. Dates to the museum or aquariums were your favorite. He would always talk your ear off and you would happily hang on to each word, asking him to further explain a certain topic. 

Cat was more for artistic dates. She signed you guys up for painting classes. Each one of your masterpieces were now hanging up in your apartment, greeting you every time you got home. Or a ceramics class where she wasn’t too fond of how messy clay can get. One of your favorites was a wine tasting class. Spencer had to take you guys home after one too many glasses. 

Slowly the emotional and physical bruises were disappearing. Neither of you had mentioned going back to the club. You didn’t mind though, it was probably for the best you take a break from that scene. You knew they still went, obviously being owners they needed to keep up appearances. 

Just because you weren’t playing at the club didn’t mean you weren’t having fun at home. After your stunt of trying to be in control they spent their time showing you exactly who was in charge. Shocker: not you. 

But just like their personalities had shifted your sex life had as well. Each time was filled with more of those kisses which made the butterflies in your tummy go crazy. More of your fingers interlaced and sharing each others breathes as you came down from your highs. More silent whispers of those three little words that made you all feel warm inside. 

_

You had finally been able to have that long waited brunch with Penelope. She told you to go to her favorite cafe. It was bright pink with rainbows and unicorns littering every single corner. 

You walked in and she called your name from a booth in the corner. She was excitedly waving you over. You had noticed her outfit was quite different than the one when you met her. The black corset was replaced by a knee length dress, it was pink and had colorful little shapes all over. She also donned chunky necklaces and had fluffy pins in her hair. 

“Y/n I am so happy to see you again!” she said pulling you into a hug. Her embrace was extremely comforting. It felt like when Abbie hugged you, the same sisterly protectiveness they both radiated. 

“Me too Penelope! How have you been? How was visiting your brother?” you questioned her as you sat down. 

She explained her family situation and you silently listened to her. Your hand instinctively grabbed hers from across the table, trying to bring her a gentle form of comfort and understanding. 

A waitress came by and asked what you’d like to order. You decided to get a lemon tea and a strawberry chocolate crepe. Penelope on the other hand ordered a unicorn blast frappe with a slice of chocolate cake. 

You both ate and talked about any updates in your life. You had told her about how you were mainly going to be alone for the holidays so she had invited you to her house for the annual party she threw. 

“Most people from the club go. We’re all really close and it’s fun to see each other in a different light ya know. I’m sure everyone would love to meet you,” she said taking a sip of her equally colorful drink. 

“Sounds fun. I’ll think about it and let you know alright,” you said cutting into the crepe. Of course you wanted to go but you didn’t know if Cat and Spencer wanted to have you around their friends yet. You guys haven’t had the conversation about making everything official but it was obvious you guys were a step up from the past dynamic. 

Once you guys had finished up eating she insisted on paying the bill. After a few minutes of bickering you relented and let her pay, “Fine, I’ll let you get it this one time but don’t be surprised if muffins suddenly show up at your house,” you said pointing a finger at her. 

She gave you a hug goodbye and wished you a safe drive home. You did the same and promised to keep her updated about your stance on going to her party.

_

Arriving at your house, you saw you had a missed call from Spencer. You set your stuff down and threw yourself on your bed, having your phone on speaker as it rang. 

Three rings later and you heard his voice float through the air, “Hey hey,” he said stressing the ‘y’. 

You giggled as you answered, “Hey Spence, What’s got you in a good mood?”

“I am glad you asked Y/n/n. I just finished all my grading for my classes this term and suddenly have the afternoon free,” he said excitedly. 

You were aching to see the smile you knew was on his face so you hit the button to switch the call to facetime. Like you had predicted he there was a smile on his face spread from cheek to cheek. His phone was propped up on his desk and you could see his whole face and torso. He was wearing one of his suit and sweater combos, which you thought were adorable. 

“Very nice, any big plans for the night?” you asked holding the phone up high as you laid in bed. You noticed the top buttons on the flannel you had on were popped off, showing the red lacy bra you had on underneath. Spencer’s lack of response let you know what he was looking at. 

“See something you like Sir?” you said in a teasing voice.  

He cleared his throat, his eyes shifting back to look at your face, “Of course I do. Who were you trying to impress wearing that under your clothes? Do they already know you belong to someone else?”

You decided to play along and tease him. The inner brat in you was aching to be let out so you had to have some fun. You set your phone to be propped up by your pillows as you rested on your knees in front of it. 

“Yeah and to who is that exactly? I don’t see a collar around my neck Spencie,” you said further unbuttoning the shirt, letting it hang loosely around your frame. 

You saw him look to his side, probably making sure the door to his office was closed. “Is that what you need princess? Do you need me to get you a collar like a lost little puppy to show you and everyone else who that tight little cunt belongs to,” he gritted into the phone. 

You shivered at his words. You had seen other people in the club with a choker type necklace around their necks. Many were simple with little designs while others had hoops at the front. Some people even tugged their partners around on a leash. You didn’t think you were there yet but the thought of everyone knowing who you belonged to because of a simple piece of leather around your neck was enticing. 

This time your silence let him know he had gotten to you, “Keep striping,” he said smirking into the camera. 

You pulled off the flannel and felt the hairs on your skin prick up from the chill in your room. “Keep going princess. I wanna see all of you.” 

Hopping off the bed you put your fingers in the leggings you had on and tugged them down your legs. Spencer licked his lips at the sight of the lacy set in contrast to your skin. All your best aspects were on display. You crawled up towards the phone and saw Spencer shifting with his pants. You grabbed the phone again and went back to your previous position of laying down. 

“Touch yourself for me princess,” you heard Spencer say. 

You let your hand slide down between your legs grazing over the lace material, you could feel the slowly growing wet patch. A sigh left your lips at the sensation, your fingers teasing over your clothed slit. 

“I wish you were here Sir,” you said looking into the phone. You could make out the motions of Spencer pumping his cock but the visual was under the frame, “Can I watch you?” you tried to say in your most convincing voice. Knowing about his soft spot for you, you’d get your way easily. 

He scooted his chair back a little and angled his phone giving you a full view. You moaned at the sight of his long cock dripping with precum, the way he used his thumb to collect it over the tip just how he liked it. 

“Fuck princess, I wish you were here too. I’d bend you right over the table and fuck you hard enough for everyone in this damn building to hear,” he groaned. 

You let your fingers slip inside the fabric and gather some of your slick. You used it to rub quick circles on your clit before you inserted one of your fingers. You whined wishing it was one of his longer, fuller ones. 

Your eyes raked over the phone screen, taking in the way his head fell back as he pleasured himself. The way the long veins on his hands popped out drove you wild. 

You weren’t shy about hiding your moans. You let them float through the room and into the phone freely as you fingered yourself. Neither of you were saying much but the thought of each others presence was enough to have you guys panting. 

“I’m so close Sir,” you moaned, “I wish I had your big cock inside me.”

“That’s it baby, fuck yourself while you think of me. Just wait until I get my hands on that sweet body again, I’m gonna fuck you till you cry princess,” he said breathlessly. 

His words spurred you on and soon enough the knot in your belly was exploding. You took the fingers out from inside of you and quickly rubbed your clit. Your other hand had a hulk-like grip on your phone

“Cum with me Sir. Please,” you mewled out. 

“I’m right there with you princess.”

You both let out sighs of pleasure. His a bit more quiet due to being on campus and the walls could only do so much. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open and gaze over everything on your phone. You tried to catch his facial expression down to the spurts of cum dripping down his hand. 

You stayed spread out on your bed as you watched Spencer clean himself up with a pack of tissues on his desk. He then tucked his now soft cock into his pants and picked up the phone looking at you with a smile. 

“Hey,” you whispered. 

“Hey pretty girl,” he said back. 

You thought back to Penelope’s invitation and decided to bring it up to him, “I was at lunch with Pen today and she brought up a party she holds for the holidays. Maybe it’s dumb but do you and Cat wanna go together? Like with me I mean,” you asked laying on your side. 

“Yeah I don’t see why not princess. We’ve been meaning to show you off to everyone at the lounge but we didn’t know if you were ready to go back,” he trailed off. 

“I understand. Thank you guys for being so patient,” you said. Your heart felt soft at how they wanted to introduce you to their friends. 

“Maybe by New Years or something we have a big event. You can even get me collar and all,” you said with a teasing giggle. 

He playfully groaned, “God you wanna kill me don’t you.” You shared a laugh and looked at your phones in silence taking in each other. The same giddy feeling you get when you’re around them flowed through you. 

_

The day of the party had came sooner than expected. Penelope was over the moon that you accepted her invitation. You showed up to Cat and Spencers apartment around 6pm to head over to Penelope’s house together. Your eyes raked over Cat’s frame as she opened the door. 

She was wearing a deep red dress that went down to her knees. It had a lace trim and black belt around her waist. Her hair was done in curls which fell to her shoulders. Looking back her face, the dark lipstick she always wears was painted across her now smirking lips. 

“Get a good look angel?” she said looking you up and down. 

You had on a forrest green dress that fell to your mid-thigh. Your hair was in looser curls and you did minimal makeup. 

“Always Mistress,” you said with a wink. 

She brought you into a hug and gave you a small squeeze. Looking into the hallway you saw Spencer make his way over to where you stood. He had on one of his dark suits. The only spec of color on him was the red and green tie around his neck and the mix matched Christmas socks peeking from under his slacks. 

Once she let you go. Spencer took his turn to wrap his arms around you. You inhaled the scent of his usual peppermint and Calvin Klein cologne. He rocked you back and forth then let go and looked you up and down. 

“Both of you look absolutely beautiful tonight,” he said with a small smile. 

“Spence come on you look as dashing as always,” you said dusting off his shoulder. 

“Well shall we get going?” Cat said shrugging on her coat.  

You and Spencer nodded then made your way down to the elevator. Cat’s fingers interlocked with yours as Spencer held his hand at the small of your back. 

The car ride there was mostly quiet. You watched as the lit up streets passed you by. Storefronts with reefs and gigantic bows on top of their logos as decoration. Soon enough the driver stopped and they led you to Penelope’s door. You could hear the music from outside and you felt excited for what the night held. 

Spencer rang the doorbell and after a minute Penelope whipped the door open. You could smell the booze and gingerbread radiating off of her. 

“Hello my little sugar cookies, I’m so glad you could make it.” she said ushering you all in. You gathered she was already too intoxicated to question how you all showed up together. Of course you spoke too soon and she turned around pointing at the three of you. 

“Wait how do you all know each other?” she questioned. 

You were about to speak up and mention that you became friends after your first time at the club but Cat cut you off. 

“Y/n is our girlfriend.”

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥!!! 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐡𝐡, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.

[papermoonloveslucy]

INDOMINATABLE LIFESTYLE

July 16, 1972

HOLLYWOOD - Indomitable funny girl Lucille Ball, with a messy scoop hair the color of an orange popsicle, flashes on the scene in a sad predicament. 

She's got a lame leg.  

Lucy hobbled from her sleek silver Rolls Royce and into the yellow cubbyhole dressing room which is a sunny retreat near the Lucy set which Is crawling with rehearsal activity. 

On the surface, everything's ha-ha-ha. But the fact is that surgeons have inserted pins into the shattered leg bone suffered last year in a Snowmass Peak, Colo., skiing accident. The leg brace is a semi-intolerable ball and chain. But, as always, crippling situations must be mastered. Lucy's inextinguishable spirit pulsates despite the physical handicap. 

Lucy Is showing a smiling color photograph of herself in a flowing white hooded cape coat rimmed in fluffy fox. The picture, radiating exterior happiness, doesn't reflect the inner pain. Lucy's leg, in a hip cast, is disguised under a blanket. 

You know the familiar Lucy grin? She's grinning it and saying hell no, baby, she's not ever going to ski again. She couldn't stomach another goddam ordeal like that. Besides, on the immediate horizon is an operation to remove the pins.

Lucy, being Lucy, bears the cross with humor: "Honey," she says, "skiing is just getting into those nice winter clothes and being a show off." The burdensome subject of broken bones is dismissed with frivolity. 

Brainy Lucy, now 60 and president of a $30 million corporation, is an American institution. 

But, like all super-successful females, she vibrates complex contradictions. The fashion plate - who initiated her career as a Hattie Carnegie hat model - is a winsome dumb broad on the tube. In reality she's tough executive who barks orders left and right. Staffers instantly do like the lady says. God has spoken. Lucy runs a tight ship, but she is more respected than feared. 

Yet Lucy is softie with a heart of spun sugar. Trappings, which she has in predictable abundance, aren't a psychic crutch. 

"Success is knowing that if everything were wiped away tomorrow, it wouldn't really matter. I wouldn't die if I lost my things," she says. Then the awesome simplicity: "Dear, I still go home and let the cat out" 

Lucy has always run her home life with a liberal hand.

Desi Arnaz, Jr. is currently Involved in well-publicized liaison with Liza Minnelli. There was a previous Desi scandal regarding Patty Duke. People gossip a lot here because they live in a city where the major industry is make-believe and fact and fiction become blurred. 

Lucy isn't deaf to the talk about her son's romances: 

"What the hell, they're having a fine spree. I just hope it lasts for Desi and Liza. They don't have time to get married. Their scene is the world and they're swinging in there. I'm the one who talked marriage to them. One night I said: Look, kids, don't get married too soon. They were upset. Desi countered with the observation that you don't have to settle down when you get married. So I go -  well, that's true son! The subject of marriage just never came up again. They're a nice couple. They present themselves well without becoming asses. I've told the kids to do as they wish." 

Lucy, who was a good friend to Judy Garland, makes no bones about her affection for Liza. And once Lucy loves, the feeling lasts. After 20 years of marriage to Desi Arnaz, there was the divorce. Still Lucy looks people straight in the eyes and says the present Mrs. Desi Arnaz is a "wonderful woman." And she can see it in her heart to rent ex-husband Desi studio space on her lot so that he can work in the shadow of a success they initiated together. 

When Liza Minnelli was a child, Lucy kept a scrapbook of Liza's activities at play, in ballet school, attending birthday parties. There, in a battered old photo album, are the precious pictures. Liza didn't know about the book until recently. Desi brought Liza home and Lucy accidentally-on-purpose left the book on a coffee table. "Oh! Wow!" exclaimed Liza through a flow of uncontrollable tears. 

Lucy; "And I said to Liza, honey-baby, I told you I've known you for a long time. Didn't you believe me?" Lucille Ball speaks in an affectionate aside about Liza and the loyalty is simultaneously visible and audible: 

"That kid is liable to explode any minute. I just hope I'm around to pick up the pieces. No one knows why she works so hard. She's made it her objective to clear her mother financially. Those b--- lawyers took her --- really took her. But she's paying back every damn cent herself." 

Life is, of course, an inexplicable mixture of tears and laughter. Buoyant Lucy can see the funnies in everything. Love, she says, is looking beyond someone's minor faults and caring passionately despite the irritations. Lucy's 80-year-old mom, Dede (Desiree Ball) lives near Lucy's sprawling colonial house in Beverly Hills. Dede has a longstanding idiosyncrasy which used to drive Lucy wild but is now an amusement. 

In that familiar screechy scratchy soprano voice oozing feigned stupidity, Lucy sing-songs the dialogue; 

"I say to Dede: Hey Dede, I've got a pain in my elbow. Dede always says: 'stupid, it's because you're not eating right!" Honest to God, if you've got a pain in your big toe, it's not because someone stepped on it it's the food. Drives you nuts! Dede really has a thing about food. The other day I went home and cooked a batch of chicken. 'Chicken!!" says Dede, 'you know it's gonna make me sick.' Of course Dede eats more chicken than anybody. Next day I say: Dede you been up all night throwin', huh? Naw," says Dede, the chicken wasn't half bad.'"

The ridiculous story illustrates two things Dede taught Lucy early in life. One: That without good health you've got nothing. Two; That without a non-pliant, thoroughly independent attitude, you've got less than nothing because show business kills the weak. 

Lucy is in constant awe of Dede. When Lucy built the five-story ski chalet 9,800 feet on the side of a Colorado mountain she was certain Dede couldn't take either the long trip or the altitude. Besides, once you get to Lucy's place, there are a million icy steps to climb before you make the front door. "Even the dogs stop to get their breath," says Lucy. "But when I start huffing, Dede looks over her shoulder and sorta snaps: Aw, Lucy, you're a sissy!' That woman is my challenge." 

Does Lucy ever get down? Do the burdens of crushing disappointments halt her enthusiasm even temporarily? "Jesus," she says, "I cry. I cry a lot. Then anger sets in. When I'm angry, I become a fighter. And I always fight to win." 

When Lucy talks to you, she taps your knee in a natural gesture of intimacy. Her gaze is through black fringed x-ray eyes that sear through trivia. She smokes her cigarette twirled ceremoniously between her thumb and forefinger. Lucy always spews gut honesty: 

"Love is a great peace of mind. There's no panic in the relationship. It's never having to prove yourself. Love is not playing games. Baby, some women have to put up with mysterious absenteeism. That's always a sign of hanky panky-ism. Christ, I never have to worry where Gary is." 

Gary is Gary Morton, Lucy's husband and executive producer. Suddenly he bursts into the dressing room and asks for the afternoon off. Lucy's going to work the full day. Her answer is affirmative, but she doesn't use the word "yes"; "Just don't forget to tell the cook to get out the steaks and have a big salad ready." 

The show is all in the family. Lucy's sister, Cleo Smith, is another producer. Lucy is having the talk-about twosome of Desi Jr. and Liza written into a script. Little Lucy, who has been Mrs. Phil Vandervort for a year, is a regular. She, too, bursts into the dressing room to use the john. The jeans are already embarrassingly unzipped. As she whizzes by she comments only to her famous mama: "Jeez, I though you were alone!" 

But an emergency is an emergency. Lucy, quick to seize the humor, quips: "Our togetherness is only occasionally splintered." 

In retrospect, Lucy is pleased with her real-life mother role. "I've been one hell of a mom," she says. "I always knew where they were every minute." Lucille Ball is a profound woman who often uses great simplicities to get her points across.

Once, when the kids were small, a nurse observed to Lucy that Little Lucy was calling Desi Jr., "fatso," and jabbing him in the stomach-when no one was looking. Desi didn't hit back because mama had said never to hit defenseless little girls. Lucy relives the old conversation with her daughter, first announcing each "part" and changing voices to portray the back-and-forth swing of conversation: 

Big Lucy: "Got a problem, Little Lucy?" 

Little Lucy: "Me? No." 

Big Lucy: "Let's talk. Whose fault is it? No, actually it doesn't matter whose fault it is. Next time one of you is hurt, I'm going to hit the one who is hurt." 

Little Lucy: "What does that mean, ma?" 

Big Lucy: "You'll see." 

Soon there was another battle. As usual, Little Lucy elbowed Desi in the stomach and he howled, Lucy illogically whacked Desi hard on the rear and his screams got louder. Little Lucy immediately became hysterical: "Mom, don't hit him! For God's sake, why are you hitting HIM?" 

Lucy delivered the punch line which is the credo of their life: "I hit Desi because you let things go too far. Never let things go too far. Someone innocent always suffers. Do you understand?" 

That was the end of sibling squabbling. Forever. 

Once, before her chorus girl days, New York-born Lucy worked as a fashion mannequin for various Seventh Ave. houses. She's still got a clotheshorse figure but she won't splurge on couture: "I'm just one of those normal working women who doesn't go in for hifalutin’ fashion." 

Lucy haunts three fabric shops in Beverly Hills and has local movie set seamstresses make all her clothes. "I'm not the type who dresses and goes out," says Lucy who long ago graduated from the silly-but-necessary movie star game of being seen in the right places. 

"Once when I was in Paris, I bought a designer dress grey flannel, I think and wore it out from the salon to my car.  When I sat down the damn thing was so strictly constructed that the neckline popped up to my nose. I was on my way to Switzerland and I mumbled to my driver, God, did that designer expect me to stand up on the plane?" Lucy can afford emergencies. When she got to Orly, she bought a dress from an airport boutique and changed in the ladies room. 

And, so, the sweet saga of Lucy continues, there are no plans to quit. The word - retirement - isn't in her vocabulary. "I can't imagine doing nothing," she says. "If you don't keep moving, you're buried." 

The beauty is still there. The complexion is like alabaster. Lucy confesses that she washes her face with Ivory soap, colors her own hair and occasionally gives herself offbeat facials." 

"Honey, the idiot who said to put honey on your face never explained that it has to be mixed with cream," she says. The face melts into that wonderful famous grin. "I put honey on straight from the goddamn jar and it closed my pores for a month." 

That's lovable Lucy. 

[Ed. Note: The original photographs were degraded by copying so similar shots were substituted as close to the originals as possible.]

#   #   #

[spacecadetal]

two weeks - kakshi hatake x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, break up, violence, blood, cuts and bruises, drinking alcohol

Word count: 1894

It started when Kakashi said he didn’t want to be with you anymore and it ended with you telling him he had two weeks to get his stuff out of your house.

When he addressed it, you turned cold. Simply saying ‘okay’. You didn’t need to know why he wanted to end it and you didn’t want to know why he wanted to end it. The idea of all your mistakes and shortcomings was something you didn’t feel the need to confront. Him leaving you was crushing enough.

You weren’t normally like this. You were actually very kind and very warm but the second you felt heartache or emotional pain you shut down. Turned cold, dead in the eyes, expressionless. A defence mechanism against hurt. Kakashi didn’t like that side of you but then again it wasn’t his or your problem anymore.

Luckily Kakashi had excellent timing to leave you, you were due to leave for your mission the next day. Two weeks across the country tracking down a rogue-nin. Sounded like a pretty good distraction.

That whole time you were suffocating these feelings down, too numb to cry about anything. You wouldn’t cry about it. He was just another person that left you, just like all the others. Instead you focused on the mission at hand, easier to think about your own survival than some guy who dumped you after you gave him half a year of your life. It made you wonder how long this ache would last, how long would you be this cold and distant for?

You don’t have time to think about these things, not when you’re blocking kicks and punches. Instead you’re focused on the fight, the opponent, trying to be two steps ahead so you don’t end up dead yourself. Perhaps this wasn’t healthy, taking out your anger on henchmen. With each punch, slash and stab you could feel your anger consume you. Strangely enough, it felt good, felt right.

Even after your team had taken down the rogue-nin, you still felt this unsettling feeling in you. Maybe you would be this way forever now. living off anger, being cold and dead inside.

The first and only thought you had as you saw the gates of Konoha in the distance was: he better have his shit out of my house.

Giving a wave goodbye to your teammates after you all entered the gates, you were going to go straight home. You needed to bathe and maybe have something proper to eat, it had been two weeks and bathing in rivers wouldn’t cut it compared to a warm shower.

You couldn’t bring yourself to smile at the kids chasing each other around on the streets, couldn’t bring yourself to smile at the smell of sweet dumplings, couldn’t bring yourself to smile at a mother and her small child holding hands.

As you turned the corner, now on the street where you lived, you saw two figures in the distance coming your direction. One of them was a figure you knew all too well. Kakashi. Hands stuffed in his vest pockets, chatting politely. On his side was a very beautiful young woman, maybe just a little older than you were yourself. Dressed sharply and nicely, no headband or vest in sight. This woman wasn’t a shinobi.

Didn’t take him long did it?

Your nose screwed up, feeling sick to your stomach. That idle anger was brewing up again, taking every drop of inner strength not to go up to him and tell him he can shove that six months of your life he wasted up his ass. In the distance you could see your home, you considered it for a moment only to ultimately walk away. Luckily, he hadn’t seen you yet.

Instead you went straight to the bar. It was getting around six at night so you knew at least Kurenai would be nursing a drink. You were right, Kurenai was sitting in a booth next to Gemna and Iruka, you assumed Asuma would be trailing behind soon. Her face dropped as soon as she saw you.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Kurenai asked as you approached the booth, trying to move as quickly as she could to meet you.

“I’m fine” you said as your backpack rolled off your shoulders and onto the floor.

Sure, Kurenai's panic was warranted. You looked like you had been dragged to hell and back. Your body and face was covered in bruises ranging from dark purples to icy blues to pale yellows. Scratches littering your arms and face as if you had been attacked by a stray cat. A single deep cut on your cheek from when one of the rogue-nin’s henchmen threw a shuriken at you, luckily only grazing you. Dirt smeared on your features. At this point you didn’t care what you looked like, you just wanted a drink.

Kurenai kindly went to get you a drink, the hard stuff because boy did you look like you needed it. Sitting down across from you and sliding it your way she cautiously spoke.

“So, I heard about you and Kakashi…”

“Yeah, it is what it is” you said, playing it off like you had lost something minuscule like a pen or a book instead of someone you genuinely loved.

“Have you seen him since you got back?” Iruka asked, you shook your head as you took a sip of the amber liquid in your glass.

It was strong, burnt slightly on the way down. Not that that mattered, you still were going to down the full glass.

“I don’t really want to talk about Kakashi, it’s old news” you lied through your teeth. It wasn’t old news, that’s why it still hurt.

“That’s okay! We can talk about something else!” Iruka said, thinking fast on what to change the subject too.

Soon enough Asuma arrived and the party really started. The booth began to laugh and drink and joke around. It was just what you needed, you felt yourself easing up. Maybe it was the company or maybe it was the drink, either way it was working and you were feeling a lot lighter. Your chest didn’t feel as heavy anymore. Maybe you weren’t going to be this way forever.

It was only when you saw the sharp points of spiked silver hair that the sinking feeling came back. What was he doing here?

“I’m going to head off, probably need a good shower” you said as you slung your backpack over your shoulder, receiving ‘goodbye’ and ‘take care’ from the group.

Kakashi was walking to the same booth you were leaving from. Your head was locked straight ahead, the target was the door. You wouldn’t give Kakashi a side glance, even if you wanted to glare at him. You refused to acknowledge his presence, he certainly knew you were passing in his direction. His eyes looked at you as you approached closer, expecting to be acknowledged only for you to walk by as if he was a stranger. Not the man you loved still.

It must have stung because as soon as you were out the door and walking down the street, you heard your name being called.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!”

You didn’t want to deal with this right now, you just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)! Wait up!” Kakashi called for you but you kept walking.

“(Y/N)! Stop!” Finally he was in front of you, hands on your shoulders firmly to stop you from walking away. You shook them off, trying to get past him.

“Did you get your shit out of my house?” You finally spoke, your eyes looking bravely into his.

Kakashi nodded silently. Right then, you heard all you wanted to hear, it was time to go home.

“(Y/N), you look a mess. Have you gone to the hospital?”

“No,” you said plainly, trying to keep walking down the street, “it’s none of your concern”

“It is my concern” he said as he tried to keep up with your fast pace. The sooner you were home the better.

“No, it really isn’t” you spat, “not anymore”

You were having a hard time trying to supress the anger rising within you. Who did he think he was?

“(Y/N)-“

“Where do you get off? You dumped me and now you’re following me around pretending you care, leave me alone, Kakashi. We’re done” you interrupted him, saying all you wanted to say. This was a warning and he better back off before he gets the full extent of your anger.

“I didn’t leave you because I didn’t care” Kakashi tried to say but you already were walking away, hand up to tell him you didn’t care what he had to say.

“I don’t care”

Why was this walking taking so long? You didn’t even live that far from the bar. You just wanted to get inside and lock the door, get away from him.

“(Y/N)! I left you because I was scared”

That got your attention, you turned around to look at him. One hand holding the strap of your backpack tightly.

“I was scared that one day one of us might not come back through those gates” Kakashi said, finally admitting the reason he left you in the first place.

“It’s done, Kakashi” you didn’t want to hear anymore, turning around to continue walking home.

Why can’t he just respect his own decision? He chose this, he did this. Does he think he can cause all this grief and then come along and try to fix it? You hadn’t even gotten started about his little walk around the village with his pretty girl yet.

Finally your street was coming up and you felt instantly relieved. Kakashi could stand outside your house and say all he wanted once you got home, it wouldn’t matter because you’d be in the shower instead of being forced to listen to him.

“(Y/N), can you just listen to me?” Kakashi began to plead.

“I’ve heard enough” you said almost as if you were bored of it, tired of it.

Your front door was in sight now and in a few minutes you’d be home and there would be a big wall finally separating you and Kakashi. You couldn’t get there fast enough. Fumbling with your keys, your hands shook as you tried to insert the key quickly. Trying to pay no mind that he was leaning against your door frame, trying to catch your attention.

“(Y/N)” he whispered gently, his fingers under your chin raising your head to look at him, “I made a mistake by leaving you”

You felt your heart stop as his fingers delicately traced your jawline, lightly touching the bruises and cuts on your face. Finally his thumb made its way to the gash on your cheek. “I’ve made a mess of things haven't I?” he whispered.

The lock clicked and your door was ready to be opened thankfully. You had no intention of standing out in the cold while Kakashi played games with your mind. Hand twisting the handle, your door opened and you were ready to retreat.

“You did this” you said quietly as you walked inside.

Taking one last look at the man almost in ruins on your doorstep before you closed your front door on him.

[princessjungeun]

Take It Slow: Yeji x Reader

Request: Could you please do Yeji x Fem!Reader? The plot is about them living together and falling in love 🥺 Thank you :)

Your roommate and you have lived together for almost a year and you both have yet to actually interact with each other. All you knew about your roommate was her name, Hwang Yeji. Despite the fact that you two haven’t really ever talked, you knew she probably despised you.

“I don’t understand why you two don’t talk. Really she’s super nice and cute too.” Your best friend Jiwoo knew Yeji because unlike you, Jiwoo was a social butterfly. Everyone loves Jiwoo she’s like the human embodiment of happiness. You sneezed three times then said “She doesn’t like me and you know it.” Jiwoo rolled her eyes and said “well you need to figure something out you two cant avoid each other forever. And go to the doctor you’re clearly sick” You responded “eventually we will. And it’s just allergies.”

When you woke up the next morning you realized it wasn’t just allergies. Your whole body ached, you were sweating even though you felt cold, and you had a wet cough. Forcing yourself out of bed you went to the kitchen to get water. You held yourself up against the wall so you didn’t fall over as you drank from your water bottle.

You heard a voice behind you “Hey are you ok?” You turned around and squinted, your eyes hurting from the amount of light in the room. You did your best to hold in a cough as you said “Y-yeah I’m fine just a little cold.” Yeji responded “are you sure?” You nodded but the second you tried to take a step you felt yourself falling.

Yeji quickly caught you, pulling you onto her back and walking you to your room. She placed you on the bed and felt your forehead, “you have a fever”. She ran to the bathroom and got some medicine before giving it to you with a glass of water. “Here take this.” You swallowed the cherry flavored liquid almost throwing it back up.

Your throat burned as you talked “Why are you doing this for me? I thought you hated me.” She responded with a soft smile “I want to. And I can’t hate someone like you.”

Never in the 10 months of living with Yeji have you actually seen her smile. Your heart fluttered at the sight. She was usually blank faced when she was around you, her narrow cat shaped eyes felt like they were burning holes into you. But this smiling Yeji was soft and warm, like a best friend almost. “You should get some rest y/n.” She pulled a blanket over you and walked out of your room, leaving the door open.

When you woke up you saw a boy scrolling through his phone sitting across from you. Immediately you looked around for Yeji, “she’s not here” the boy spoke up. You looked at him and tried to talk but your voice was gone, probably from all the coughing you did.

He could tell by the look on your face that you didn’t like him in your dorm. He calmly said “it’s ok she’ll be back. Oh and im her brother, Hyunjin.” You relaxed upon hearing him say that he was her brother, now knowing he wasn’t some creepy boy who broke into your dorm claiming to know Yeji.

“She sent me here to make sure you’d be ok while she’s in dance practice. I think she likes you, she talks about you a lot...” You stopped listening not believing anything he said. Closing your eyes you let him talk you back to sleep.

When you woke up again Yeji was back home, you could hear her humming in the kitchen. She walked into your room and saw you looking around silently. She ran the thermometer across your forehead and said “hmmm your fever still hasn’t broken and it’s been two days. I’m taking you to the hospital.” She helped you put on your shoes and a mask before putting you on her back and carrying you downstairs.

She drove you to the nearest hospital which was thirty minutes away. You honestly felt like you were dying. The motion of driving didn’t help making you feel nauseous and dizzy. Closing your eyes you tried your best to breathe calmly. You felt a hand on yours, her thumb caressing the back of your hand softly.

When she carried you into the hospital a few nurses immediately took you into a room to get checked out. Your eyes were closed but you could hear everything around you. The doctor asked Yeji all types of questions about you which she answered without issues. She knew everything from your birthday to your medicine allergies. You found this surprising because you’d never told her any of these things before.

“It seems that your girlfriend here has the common flu, we’ll get her an IV started with some fluids. As well as keeping her overnight for observation. She’ll be free to go in the morning.” The doctor told Yeji calmly and she nodded. Did he just say girlfriend? What did she tell him? But what you were most concerned about was the IV, you hated needles.

The doctor walked out to get a nurse for you leaving the two of you in the room. Yeji noticed your tensed body “what’s wrong?” She asked, her concern growing by the second. You responded “scared. Needles. No thank you.” Your voice still mostly gone but she was able to pick up what you said. She knew there was no other option, you needed this.

When the nurse came back she had the catheter in her hand ready to insert it in you. The nurse grabbed your hand and took the cap off the needle. The second you laid eyes on it you snatched your hand away and started crying. Everytime the nurse tried to gently get your hand you screamed and swatted at her.

“Wait wait wait stop!” Yeji waved her hands in front of the nurse. “Can you give us a second?” She asked sweetly. The nurse nodded and left the room. “Y/N you need this. I’ll hold your hand just relax.” You shook your head at her proposal. “What if you close your eyes and I hold you?” One again you shook your head.

The nurse came back in and told you she needed to get this done now because there were other patients. You nodded and held out your shaking hand, Yeji stood next to you, holding your head against her body. Before the nurse even got the needle out, you passed out.

When you woke up it was the next morning and Yeji was sitting next to your bed, holding your hand.  “You passed out then woke back up and fell asleep.” She told you laughing a little. A nurse came and had you sign papers so you could be discharged.

The car ride back to you and Yeji’s apartment was quiet. You decided to break the silence “so...girlfriend huh?” Yeji blushed and said “if i had no affiliation with you they wouldn’t have let me stay, it’s the first thing that came to mind.” You asked “we couldn’t have been sisters? Cousins?” She responded “not in the moment.”

You hesitated “well how about now?” She couldn’t take her eyes off the road but you could tell she wanted to look dead at you. Yeji stayed silent then asked “what do you mean..?” You told her “you know what I mean.” You laced her free hand with yours and she smiled. “Yeah...but take it slow.” You smiled wider and squeezed her hand lightly, “ok. We’ll take it slow.”

[zoffra]

Can you write a Feitan x reader? If you could include his inspiration on Trevor Browns books it would be great!

Hello anon! Sorry for the delay, meantime on my instagram I received a request for a Feitan NSFW, so I decided to treat them together. I hope it will suits you.

SFW

- You and Feitan were childhood friends. Majority of children in Meteor city grow up without a family in a hostile environment, but you had been relatively lucky. Your mother was a loving and courageous woman. She wasn't often present because she worked a lot so that offer you a decent life and a warm home.

- One cold winter night, you heard a thud coming from outside. When you went out, you saw a little boy about your age, curled up on your porch. 'You're okay? What's your name?' you asked him by putting your hand on his shoulder but he didn't answer, his body was cold, and his tatters clothes soaked in the rain.

- You carried him home and put him in your bed with dry clothes. He had a lot of fever, so you called your mother so that she buy medicine on the way home, then you stayed at him bedside making sure the temperature didn't go up too much.

- He stayed bedridden for four days. He started to be able to eat the third day, then when finally his fever subsided and his skin had regained a little color, he left 'I come back, to see you.'

- When you met him, Feitan had recently arrived at Meteor city and you noticed that he didn't speak the common language well. He didn't have too many problems with comprehension but he expressed poorly. You offered to give him lessons once a week, which he accepted with a scowl.

- Your library was filled with varied works, classics but also rare books. You had asked Feitan to choose a book from the library himself so that you could study it together.

- Not seeing him come back after twenty minutes, you got up to join him. 'Feitan, you can't make up your mind-'. Your words were lost when you saw him, reading a book that was certainly not recommended for a child of his age. Cover was a bright poppy red, a little girl looking like a hurt doll was reading a book called 'my alphabet'.

- Feitan was a stoic child with an icy face, but at that specific time he wore an expression that you have never seen on him. His gaze scanned pages with a strange glow, as if he was bewitched by what he saw.

- 'Feitan.' you called him a second time, forcing a little on your voice to indicate your presence. He instantly closed the book, '(Y/N), this book... yours?'

- 'N-no!' you stammered, uncomfortable, twisting a strend of your hair on your finger. 'It was my father's. He was passionate about books, almost everything is his, here.' You were lying.

- 'I see...' Feitan put the book back on the shelf where he found it, grabbed another book - more classic - that he had put aside, and joined you. '(Y/N), I can't read...author's name...'

- You closed the door in his path and you answered him with a smirk 'Trevor Brown.'

20 years later

- You were determined to sort your old books. You was squatting in your dusty locale for two hours, filling cartons to the brim which formed a pile on the verge of collapse.

- You looked around the room, fulminate against the workload you still had to accomplish. You were inwardly cursing yourself for being so messy, when your gaze stopped on a book sticking out of a shelf.

- You picked it up carefully, rubbing gently with your thumb its red blanket which crumbled under the pressure of your finger.

- 'Always mess here.' A cold voice coming from your back made you jump. Recently, you had installed bells on your front door, their ringing should have warned you that someone had entered.

- You got up a little annoyed, 'Even the cat make tinkle bells when he passes the door. How do you do that?'

- 'Compare me to a common cat. Bold.' As he walked toward you, you almost couldn't make out the sound of his steps. 'It's been a long time, Feitan'.

- 'Still without sugar with milk's cloud?' 'You asked him while bringing water to a boil. Sitting at table's kitchen, the little black haired man nodded. 'Things changed here.' he said, staring at your hands as you squeeze the mint leaves into your new infuser.

- 'Lots of things can change in one year.' You answered dryly, your tone being colder than you would have liked. Feitan narrowed his eyes, 'What's wrong.' His tone was calm but his gaze probed yours, calling for a clear answer. It would have been good to be cautious and choose your words correctly, but you were angry.

- 'You ask me what's wrong?! You really are an asshole, Feitan! ' At your words, Feitan jumped so quickly from his chair that he knocked over the table. He threw himself on you, grabbing you by the collar, wedging you against the wall so hard that you thought you heard your neck crack.

- 'Say that again.' It was clearly a warning to not do it. 'You are... an asshole!' Your words get lost on your tongue as you break down in tears. 'You leave me... a year without news... I thought you were dead!' You almost suffocated between each words as he tightened his grip on you, 'How dare you reappear as if nothing had happened!'

- Feitan loosened his grip on your neck, letting you catch your breath. However, he didn't break the closeness between you, and whisper almost inaudibly 'I sorry.'

- You've opened your eyes in surprise. Since you first met Feitan, he had never apologized. He regularly went on a mission with the troop and you knew what he meant by 'mission'. During that time it would be impossible for you to contact him, but he never has left you that long without news.

- His words made you cry even more. He pulled away gently and lifted your chin with his thumb 'If my apologies make you cry even more, I won't do it again.' his tone was teasing but his smile was benevolent.

- You saw him bring his face closer to yours, and before you realized what was happening, his mouth was already pressed against yours. Her lips were cold and wet, like you always imagined, and his kiss was chaste and quick.

NSFW

- You always desired Feitan, your eyes burned with envy, 'Fei... even more?'

- He gave you a knowing look,and he lifted you as if you weighed nothing. You were tall than him but he was incredibly strong for his size, he pressed you against the wall, your legs swaying on each side of his pelvis.

- He kissed you a second time putting his tongue this time, offering you a messy kiss tasted like your salty tears.

- You could feel his erection over his tunic as he kneaded your ass with his right hand, and with his left hand he looking for your already wet pussy. He didn't insert a finger, only making small circles on your swollen clitoris with pleasure.

- 'Fuck, Fei! Take me! ', He didn't wait for you to repeat it a second time. He took his beautiful cock out of his pants, spread your legs almost violently and inserted it into you.

- 'Gnnn... tight... so good...' he groaned against your ear, taking you almost too hard against the wall that drummed at each of his pushes.

- 'Feitan...' you said softly. 'Too strong?' he asked, looking at your face which winced slightly. "It's good but... may be little more sloftly?"

- 'Stupid. I'm stupid.' Feitan thought it very strongly. He finally made love to the woman he loved and he hurt her. 'I sorry, don't want hurt you. I go slowly. '

- He readjusted you against his waist and buried his head in your neck, marking your skin with his teeth. 'You, mine.' Its pushes were more and more fast and disorderly, he was close '(Y/N)... mine.'

- You tightened the grip in his hair, 'Come in me, if you want.' Your words sounded like a liberation for Feitan. You heard him growled in his mother tongue, before feeling his warm liquid fill you little by little.

- 'You came a lot', You teased him gently. 'Tsk.' he took a breath, his raven black hair pressed against his face. He was still holding you '(Y/N) ... book you holding earlier...' Oh damn, you knew what he had in mind, you too. Ready for a second round?

[milky-mochi]

late night texts | csb

genre: fluff, crush! soobin, close friend! soobin, friends to lovers, soobin is a fluffy baby okay he’s a cute blundering mess

pairing: choi soobin x reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: soobin is helplessly head over heels for the girl he cares so much for, but he keeps his feelings to himself, until things suddenly change for the better, over late night texts and blooming roses.

song: 🎶 blueming by iu 🎶

soobin's fingers hung over his messenger app in anticipation.

It was half past ten, and yet his phone delivered him no message from you. you had promised him that you would text him at quarter past, after your shift at your internship had ended, but fifteen minutes had passed and there was still no green dot beside your icon.

soobin just assumed you had fallen asleep after a tiring day, which he totally understood. he didn't blame you one bit, knowing how tired you must have been after non-stop activities for twenty hours. sighing in defeat, he placed his phone face down and cracked his knuckles.

he missed you so much his heart ached, but he could never text you first. he didn't know if he meant enough to you for it to not be annoying, and soobin was a big coward.

just as he got up to get a drink as a distraction, his phone chimed. soobin nosedived into his table so hard to grab his phone that he probably could've broken it.

at the top of his notifications, a light blue notification from you awaited him, labelled clearly with your contact name. soobin had been too afraid to put a heart beside your name (for fear of the boys finding out, or even worse, you). but you were too special to him for it to just be your name. so he copied a cute little flower emoticon from this layout site and placed it lovingly beside your first name, even though he knew that his contact in your phone was probably saved as every one else was.

clicking on the notification, soobin's furrowed eyebrows smoothened and his bunny smile revealed itself. the thought of you never failed to make his day a whole lot better.

y/n ❁: hey soobin! :D

y/n ❁: sorry im so late :(( i missed the bus and didn't get home until like 2 minutes ago

soobin sighed as he let out a knowing smile. you had busted your data watching videos of your favourite drama a week ago, so you couldn't text him on the bus.

binbread: omg it's okay y/n

binbread: don't you wanna take a shower first? i can wait!

y/n ❁: i'm alright, soobin. thank you tho 🥺

y/n ❁: and besides,

y/n ❁ is typing…

y/n ❁: i'd much rather talk to you

soobin felt his heart pounding in his chest, felt the blood circulating through his fingertips, his face, his entire body. he was flushed red and felt warmth consume him, leaving him with the jittery, skittery feeling that your sweet words always bestow him with.

binbread: y/n omg aaaaaaaa

binbread: 🥺🥺🥺

binbread: i love talking to you too

binbread: how was your day?

whenever soobin asked you this at the end of every day, it was never just a conversation starter, let alone a formality. he genuinely always wanted to know how your day went, worried at how much you exerted yourself to serve others. soobin knew how reckless you were when it came to your own needs, and he sealed a secret promise to always look after you, especially when you didn’t look after yourself.

y/n ❁: omg it was amazing

y/n ❁: there’s this guy named hangyul who just started interning with me

y/n ❁: he’s so funny omg i actually had to tell him to shut up so i could get work done

guiltily, soobin felt his heart drop. of course there was another guy, someone much better, someone of the quality you deserved-

y/n ❁: ok lowkey

y/n ❁: think im gonna set him up with seungyoun

binbread: seungyoun? the guy from your dance studio?

y/n ❁: yeah!!! they’d go so well together

y/n ❁: oh yeah

y/n ❁: hangyul is gay

y/n ❁: lmao

soobin felt embarrassed at how relieved he was. soobin was definitely the jealous type, and he hated it. he hated the way his mind would jump to conclusions, hated the way he always felt on the verge of being replaced, and he really hated the way his jealousy was always amplified when it came to you.

you didn’t have any mutual friends, so he’d rarely ever have to see you interact with any other guy. he was so grateful for that. who knows what his jealous heart would do if he saw you with someone else. at least, with this, he had that false sense of security that maybe, maybe, your feelings echoed his own.

binbread: omg do it y/n

binbread: don’t you need to sleep though

binbread: as much as i love talking to you

binbread: you literally pulled like 8 all nighters in a row

y/n ❁: it was only 3 :(

y/n ❁: and i missed you :(

y/n ❁: stay soobin :(

y/n ❁: soobinnie :(

you frowned at soobin’s inactivity. little did you know, soobin’s neighbour had knocked on his door, asking if he could borrow scissors because his kid needed it for a project and he couldn’t find a pair in his home. you could have waited, but you had missed him the entire day. and you were feeling really, really, annoying.

y/n ❁: soobiiiiiiiiiiin :(

y/n ❁: soobin come back :(

y/n ❁: i miss u :(

y/n ❁: love :(

y/n ❁: baby :(

y/n ❁: you’re my

y/n ❁: honey bunch

y/n ❁: sugar plum

y/n ❁: pumpy-umpy-umpkin

y/n ❁: you’re my sweetie pie

after soobin had kindly handed his neighbour his scissors with the baby blue handles, he immediately picked up his phone and read your messages. instantly, his face burned up and he dramatically put his hand to his heart (because he was alone, and you made him do things like that just by calling him two pet names and quoting a children’s song). but as the ‘seen’ appeared at the bottom of your messages, panic began to jolt your bones.

y/n ❁: soobiiiiiiiiiiin :(

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

binbread: y/n

binbread: i saw everything you sent lmao

binbread: dont do this to me :(

y/n ❁ is typing…

y/n ❁: do what binnie? :)

binbread: that

binbread: [insert crying cat meme]

binbread: [which i don't have on me now because i cleared my storage]

y/n ❁: ok i literally cant take this

your thumbs twiddled around your screen as you inhaled sharply.

y/n ❁ is typing…

oh no, thought soobin. this is the end. this is where she gets irritated with me because i can’t take a joke. she blocks me and we never talk or hang out again. she find another guy and she’s happy without me and i’m sad and lonely and miserable, shovelling bread into my mouth as a replacement for my soul-

ding!

y/n ❁: you’re too cute for this world soobin

y/n ❁: and u make it so much better for everyone

y/n ❁: especially for me

y/n ❁: and i know this seems weird, and may very well ruin our friendship

y/n ❁: but i really really like you

y/n ❁: and im tired of hiding it

damn, soobin thought. damn i was not expecting that.

soobin’s heart was beating wildly out of his chest for the third time that day, only because of you. his fingers were shaking as he typed his reply as fast as he could. the moment he had dreamed of for months had finally come tapping on his screen.

binbread: oh my god

binbread: i like you too

binbread: i’ve liked you for like

binbread: so long

binbread: is this real

y/n ❁: or is this the fantasy

binbread: those aren’t the lyrics y/n

y/n ❁: i tried okay

binbread: and im so proud of you for doing so

binbread: truly a pop culture queen

y/n ❁: :(

binbread: okay okay

binbread: jokes aside

binbread: i've liked you for like,, 10 months now

binbread: this is a dream come true

binbread: you're a dream come true

binbread: so y/n

binbread: will you go out with me?

y/n ❁: i literally just confessed to you like 3 minutes ago

y/n ❁: like yea of course choi soobin

binbread: you could’ve just said yes :(

binbread: but okay meet me at the 5th station tmr?

binbread: i wanna take you to my favourite bakery! :D

y/n ❁: totally :D

and so here, at fifth station, act ii of your relationship with soobin had revealed itself. soobin looked like a prince, stepping out of the subway in a creme button up and black jeans, approaching you with a red rose in one hand and his phone dialling your number in the other. he smiled brightly as he approached you, seeing your face and your screen, popping up with his contact name.

incoming call…

soobin ❁

and so to his favourite bakery he brought you. it was rose themed, from rose gold metal vases to wooden countertops, and rose infused drinks and pastries, you felt like a princess. his princess. especially when he brought you for a walk in the cafe’s rose garden and you ran your hands gingerly over their velvet petals, thinking about the rose in your hand, how lucky you were to have it, and how many more of them you would get to enjoy. soobin gazed at you with soft eyes and gently took your hand in his.

“we’ll be as beautiful as this, together. a hundred roses,” soobin said, as if he were reading your mind, “wanna make them bloom with me?” 

---

a/n: ayo! hoped u liked my first soobin fic 🥺 i love choi soobin and he’s very cute,, anyway if u have any requests feel free to send em in!! i’d love to write em <3  

[writingithink]

Halcyon Rated: E Wordcount: 2,379 Summary: The Doctor finds himself wanting, for once, to actually be still (relatively). Notes: halcyon (adj.) calm; peaceful; tranquil

This is for Day 2 of @timepetalsweek I used two of the prompts, the picture prompt and 'tea'.

I feel like if you haven't read the other fics in this series, you won't feel lost.

All of the thanks to @hey-there-juliet for betaing!! :D

Mistakes = mine.

I own nothing.

READ IT ON AO3!! --> copy/paste link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25405948 (someone let me know when it’s safe to insert them again, please)

---

He really didn’t need much sleep. It was one of the many benefits of having superior biology. Only an hour or two a week, and sometimes he didn’t even bother lying down for it. Or closing his eyes. Enough tiny, five minute cat naps when things were dull and he was good. But that was before he’d bonded with Rose.

And he wasn’t actually sleeping now. The Doctor was wide awake. He was lying down, though. Rose was sleeping. Usually when she was sleeping he would do other things. Fix the TARDIS, read in the library, have the odd adventure here and there. Entertain himself.

Watching Rose sleep wasn’t exactly entertaining. Then again, he found that there was nowhere else in the Universe he would rather be right now than in bed with her.

It was strange, but true.

They were on their honeymoon, and he wanted to use that as an excuse … however, the Doctor had a feeling that he would still feel this way weeks, or months, or even years from now. Maybe not all of the time, but at least some of the time. It was soothing, laying next to her and feeling her calm, sleepy thoughts just at the edge of his mental awareness. Hearing her soft, even breathing. Watching all of her tiny, unconscious movements (and the not so tiny ones, where she’d roll over a bunch or kick her feet - he wondered what was going on when she did that, but didn’t think it a prudent use of their bond … at least, not without asking first).

The Doctor inched closer to her, gauging how asleep she currently was before determining it safe for him to rest his head over her heart. He had excellent hearing, could pick out Rose’s heartbeat in a crowd. But what he wanted was to feel it. This one, single human heart that was responsible for keeping his precious girl alive. It was the best heart, really.

He didn’t fall asleep. It would have been ridiculous if he had, he’d gotten five and a half hours two nights ago. It was more like falling into a trance. A trance that started with just basking in Rose, how much he loved her, how she somehow felt the same about him (and how amazing was that?!), and how happy he was to be right here, right now. But then it devolved. Because he wanted to be right here, right now forever but that would be impossible. Time would never allow that. And someway, somehow, some when … he was going to lose her.

It was as if all of the air had left his lungs and not even his respiratory bypass could get enough oxygen into his systems.

“Doctor?”

Rose’s sleepy voice, uncertain and concerned, pulled him back to reality. He gasped, taking a few deep breaths, unclenching his fingers when he realized that they had been grasping her tightly.

Bollocks. He hoped he hadn’t hurt her. Quick as he could, the Doctor erected a series of barriers, wanting to keep things as private in their minds as he could. It wouldn’t last - they never did, crumbling on their own like a sandcastle on the beach - but he just wanted a few minutes.

“Doctor?!” More awake now, she shifted slightly before wrapping her arms around him. “Wha’s wrong?”

He burrowed his face into her chest. Their connection would give away enough of his emotional state even with the blocks in place, and whatever conversation they were about to have would be unpleasant enough without her watching him. Plus, her heartbeat was soothing. A constant reminder, something to keep him in the present.

“How do you do it?” he breathed the words onto her skin.

“Do what?”

“Not be so afraid all the time.”

“What do you mean? I’m afraid lots of times. Our life is kinda frightening, but in a good way.”

“No, not like that. I mean … I’m so afraid of losing you.” The Doctor chanced a glance up at her, but Rose wasn’t even looking at him. She was staring at the ceiling, fingers idly tracing circles onto his back, seemingly deep in thought. He almost checked, before remembering that he had wanted to give them both privacy (not that he couldn’t feel the barriers already weakening).

“I know,” Rose sighed, her hand wandering up to his shoulders. It felt really nice. He hoped she’d keep doing it.

“You do?”

“We’ve kinda been over it before … a lot.”

“Oh. Right.” He squeezed his eyes shut so tightly it was a little painful.

“And I guess I’m not really afraid of that because … I mean, I didn’t think I’d get to have this to begin with. So it’s all kinda like … a bonus,” she tried to explain before yawning.

“Well … I suppose you have a point. But this, this goes way beyond anything that I could have prepared for.” He moved his head onto its side, meeting her gaze. “I’ve been around a long time. Centuries. And I’ve been married before, but it was never like this, and I don’t just mean because I’d never telepathically bonded with them. I mean … I’m a Time Lord. I never thought that I would fall in love, or that I would even want to, or that I even could. But I thought I knew what it was. But this … this is so much more. And now that we’re here, I don’t know how I could ever possibly live without you. And I know that you don’t think like that. So just … how?”

“Oh, Doctor.” Rose gave him a sad smile, running her fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck. He let out a soft moan as tension he hadn’t even realized he’d had seemed to ebb away. “I don’t know what ta tell ya. If it helps, though, I’m insecure about stuff too.”

“In- ins- I’m not insecure,” he vehemently denied. How did she get that out of everything he just said? The rest of her words slowly caught up to him. “Wait, what are you insecure about?”

“Mmm … well, I did grow up on the estates. Didn’t get my A-levels, worked in a shop, and suddenly I’m travelin’ through time and space, savin’ planets. I’d get insecure about that stuff all the time.”

“But- but- that was the past, right? You don’t feel that way anymore, do you?”

“Lemme finish. Now it’s more like … I don’t know what you saw in me. Like I know how you see me, with the bond and stuff, but I don’t know what you saw in me then, or what made you see me the way you do now. And I worry that one day you’re gonna realize that I’m not all that great, y’know? I’m just … just a girl. A human. And one day you’re gonna realize that, but now you’re really stuck with me, ’n what’s gonna happen then?”

The barriers he had erected earlier had already weakened significantly, now they collapsed completely as the Doctor surged forward, catching Rose’s lips in a bruising kiss before pushing himself up.

“I will never, ever think you are anything less than exceptional. You are not just anything, Rose Marion Tyler. And maybe if you spend enough time in my head, you’ll understand just how special you are.”

“Mmm and maybe if you spend enough time in mine, you’ll start feelin’ like I’m not about to go away,” she suggested, pulling him back down and kissing his nose.

“I hope so,” he sighed, lying back on top of her and nuzzling her neck.

“What started all this, anyway?”

“You were asleep, and I was thinking about how much I didn’t want to go anywhere. Do you know how rare that is?” the Doctor asked, lifting his head and catching her eyes. “Me? Not wanting to go somewhere? All of time and space, and I just wanna stay right here, in this bed, with you.”

Forever, he doesn’t say, but he doesn’t have to. She knows anyway.

“Sounds nice,” Rose agreed, somehow managing to stretch without dislodging him before her hand found its way back into his hair (and he absolutely did not purr, no matter what his bondmate seems to think, ta).

“Really? You think?”

“Yeah. ’S very honeymoon-y, spendin’ the day in bed together.”

“You don’t think we’ll get bored?”

“Naah.” She punctuated this by inching her other hand down his chest.

“Ohhh, have I told you how fantastic your ideas are? Because they are. Absolutely, amazingly, astonishingly fantastic. The best, really.”

“Yeah?” Rose laughed and he lifted himself onto his elbows.

This time they snogged leisurely, no rush at all. Their legs tangled together, and they found themselves naturally shifting onto their sides.

Eventually, they found their bodies reacting to even their subtle movements - it really was quite handy that they’d never gotten dressed the night before. The Doctor had given it a thought, after Rose had been asleep for a couple hours, but it was quickly dismissed. He hadn’t wanted to leave.

Rose lifted a leg over his hip and within moments they slid together, both crying out at the connection. Rassilon, she felt wonderful. Supposedly, by the end of this honeymoon, he should be used to this. And that could very well be true, but that would depend on the duration of said honeymoon (which would likely have to be much longer than one standard Earth week).

He kept his thrusts even, measured, not caring to speed things along too quickly. It hadn’t been like this any of the other times. One of his hands wandered up her side, palming her breast briefly as it made its way up, cupping her cheek, carding into her hair. His fingers brushed her temples and the bond engulfed him.

At least this time he was expecting it.

It was as if his entire being was awash with light, and pleasure, and warmth, and calm, and love (so much love). It was Rose. He tried to maintain a bit more awareness of their bodies, just a teeny bit of control. Enough to move the arm that had previously been clutching her as close to him as possible, shifting so that his thumb could rub lazy circles on her clit.

They both moaned at the contact.

“Doctor,” Rose whimpered before pulling him closer, both palms resting on his temples, deepening the connection. Their mouths crashed together and then he gave up on keeping track of the physical world - was pretty sure he couldn’t have done it if he’d tried.

With the feedback loop they’d created, it didn’t take long at all before their orgasms hit them - though it didn’t feel like two separate ones, it was too gigantic, too all consuming.

And this time he was expecting it … but expecting it hadn’t really made much of a difference. The Doctor still found himself in a very un-Time Lord-y daze, sensory systems going haywire. When he finally felt able to take stock of everything again, they were pretty much right where they’d been before but his wife was a little sweatier. And much sleepier, which you wouldn’t think would be the case - she’d only just woke up.

“It’s not like I’m exactly well rested,” Rose informed him, lightly patting his chest before slowly moving away. “Look at what time it is.”

She pointed at the alarm clock resting on her nightstand, a piece of technology that he loathed having on the TARDIS. A 21st century Earth clock, as if that could really tell time. He had offered to build her a real clock, but nooo. Had to be a ‘normal Earth clock’. Eventually, the Doctor had stopped bringing it up - he’d said everything he had to say on the matter, and Rose refused to budge.

A spark of irritation crossed over to him.

Right. It claimed that it was currently 06:48 (it really, really wasn’t).

“As far as my body’s concerned, it is,” she huffed, but he knew that she wasn’t actually upset with him. It was nice, knowing for sure. As much as he’d improved over the centuries at deciphering human emotional expression, it had never really been his best subject, so to speak.

“It isn’t, though,” the Doctor countered. “If you gimme a mo’, I could calculate exactly what Earth-relative time your body thinks it is.”

“If you really want.” Rose rolled her eyes and tried to look put-upon, but a small smile peeked through. “I think we may’ve spoke too soon, deciding to spend the whole day in bed.”

“Why’s that?” He had a sneaking suspicion that he knew, though, and tried to muster the willpower to dip into the loo.

“That too,” she chuckled, rolling over onto her back. “But I was just thinkin’ that I could really go for a cuppa right about now.”

“I can get you your tea,” he offered, finally lifting himself up onto his elbows and kissing her forehead.

“You don’t have to, I can get up.”

“I want to.” The Doctor kissed her nose next.

“But it was your idea, stayin’ here.”

“Mmm but that wasn’t because I like your bed. If I thought beds were so enjoyable, I’d have my own. It’s the beautiful bondmate in the bed that I’m interested in. And if you stay right here, I’ll want to come back.”

He kissed both of her cheeks.

“Wait, you don’t have your own bedroom? This whole time I just thought the TARDIS hid it or somethin’.”

“What would I do with a bedroom?”

Rose raised both of her eyebrows, smirking.

“Before,” he emphasized, and gave her chin a kiss even though now he wasn’t sure she deserved it. (That was, of course, a lie - and not even a clever one).

She shrugged, giving him a tongue and teeth grin. Drowsy amusement shimmered over their bond. Ah, yes, he had been getting up.

“Don’t wander off.” He punctuated the half-hearted command with a peck on her lips before finally rolling off of the bed, making a beeline towards her ensuite.

“Oh, Doctor?”

He paused in the doorway, turning to look over his shoulder.

“You do have a bedroom.”

“What?”

“This is your bedroom. It’s our bedroom.”

And he quite liked the sound of that.