#sexy redhead wearing high heels

[thebagsyndicate01]

Nancy Drew thought that she was too smart for her captors,she attempted to escape from the abandoned house only to be strictly hogtied and gagged.

I bet that you're regretting your decision Nancy...

"Mmmmpphhh...flkkpphhh YPPPHHHH! Unttppphhh myypphh NWWWRRR!!"

[miryum]

"The Red Arrow"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Series Masterlist

Mp/n: mispronounced name W/n: wrong name N/n: nickname

I combined two episodes- just a heads up

Y/n stood next to Cass behind the two-way glass, carefully watching a redhead sitting in the interrogation room. Jason stood silently in the corner. The redhead was a burly man, feet thrown up on the metal table, causally singing. “What’s going on?” Y/n scrunched her nose.

“Picked him up on more than a dozen counts of identity theft,” Cass said. “His name is Roy Harper. Ever seen him?”

“Nope. Although, I will admit, he’s one of the hotter perps. Definitely smash.” Jason grunted at Y/n’s words.

From inside the interrogation room, Roy sang, “Cassandra…. Cassandra…. Caaaassandraaaaaa…. oooooh yeah….” Y/n snickered and Jason couldn’t hold back a smirk.

Ignoring Roy, Cass said, “he said he wanted to talk to a Mp/n or W/n L/n. Whatever.”

“Why would he want me? And, should I change my name to W/n L/n? Cause it sounds super badass.”

“He said he has some info about someone with arrows?” Cass shrugged. 

“Arrows?” Y/n’s eyes widened. She muttered to herself, “he knows the Red Arrow.” She grabbed Cass by her shoulders and demanded, “listen to me. He specifically said he knows someone who uses arrows?”

“Yeah. I literally just said that.”

“Right, right, sorry.” A laugh bubbled out of Y/n. She practically ran into the interrogation room, Jason following on her heels. He wasn’t about to let her be alone with a criminal. Cass sighed and marched after them.

“So, I used to work in a pawn shop,” Roy explained after introductions. Y/n sat forward, hanging on to his every word. “Chill hours, absent boss, perfect place to snag jewels and stuff. Uh, not that I’ve ever done that,” he hurriedly added. Cass’ jaw twitched. “Anyway, this guy came in a lot, selling rubies.”

Y/n gasped. “Just like the Red Arrow!” she exclaimed. 

“I mean, we called him Miguel, but whatever.” Roy shrugged. 

“I’ve been chasing this guy for six years!” Y/n turned to look at Jason and Cass, explaining her passion for this random thief. “He always steals red rubies from high tech jewellery stores and spray paints a red arrow before he leaves, hence the name. He never left any evidence and he’s never been caught on camera. He’s a ghost!”

“Super ghost,” Roy whispered, eyes gleaming.

“Super ghost!” Y/n yelled out, agreeing. 

“Before anything else happens, we need to know this guy’s legit,” Jason said. “Describe him.”

“Uh…” Roy hummed. “Mexican dude, maybe 5’8”? He has this pointy little beard and always wears a purple tie.”

“So would you say he looks sort of like,” Y/n whipped up a drawing of the man Roy was describing. “This?”

Roy winked. “There‘s that sexy motherfucker, Miguel.”

“This is a composite sketch from ten interviews I've done,” Y/n said in awe. “A perfect match.”

Cass wasn’t satisfied. “So all you know is what a bunch of other idiots have said over the years. Big whoop. Anything else?”

“Yeah.” Roy sat back and his teeth flashed as he grinned. “I know how to get in touch with him.”

Y/n gasped and emphasised, “Roy Harper!” Jason clicked his tongue, unimpressed.

“Ah, Brown. Just the woman I was looking for.” Captain Wayne stopped by Stephanie’s desk, looking down at her. “Clark has accepted an offer to teach at the University of Florence for the next six months.”

“Oh, I love Italy,” Steph said, still unsure as to why her Captain was telling her this.

“Clark and I belong to the Park Slope Racquet Club, where we've established a squash doubles dynasty.” Bruce explained, “we've taken home the trophy two years in a row. Unfortunately, he’ll be flying to Florence this year during the tournament. I remember you told me you played in college…” he trailed off and glanced at Steph hopefully.

“Three-time intramural champion at Sarah Lawrence,” Steph said proudly. “Would have been four, but senior year I played Lord Farquaad in our school's production of ‘Shrek.’”

Wayne hummed, unsure of how to respond. “In any case, I would be honoured if you would take Clark’s place so that I could still compete.”

Stephanie blanched, yet offered a thumbs up. “Absolutely! I would love to do that!”

“Fantastic,” Wayne said.

“Yup! That is great. This is great.” She slowly stood and manoeuvred over to Dick’s desk before collapsing in a seat next to him. “This is terrible.”

“Why? You’ve always said you wanted more quality time with Wayne.” Dick set down his pen.

“No, not like this,” Steph shook her head. “Squash brings out my competitive side. Breaking racquets, cursing, excessive use of the bird.” Her eyes widened in fear. “One time, just to psych a guy out, I locked eyes with him and ate a squash ball.”

“That's not possible.”

"I can still feel it rolling around in me, Dick.”

“Look, the point is to have fun,” he tried to reassure her. “So just relax and have fun.”

“Right, right, right, yeah. I mean, it's just a game. It's fun. There's no need for Wayne to see me unleash the beast.” She laughed nervously. “Okay.”

“The burner phone that Roy uses to contact the Red Arrow is at his house.” Y/n pressed her hands together and pointed at Captain Wayne, a hopeful look plastered on her face. “He's agreed to help us catch the Arrow if…. We drop all charges against him,” she said quickly, almost as she hoped her superior didn’t hear her.

Captain Wayne sat behind his desk, analysing his detectives. “How many rubies would you say this Red Arrow has stolen?”

“Fifty-eight, that I know of.” Y/n said, “but the real number could be in the thousands!”

Wayne squinted at Y/n. “You’re not very good at maths,” he stated. Turning to Cass, he asked, “what are the charges against Harper?”

“Thirteen counts of identity theft, but I’ve been chasing him for more than a month.”

“A month?” Y/n scoffed. “I’ve been chasing the Red Arrow for more than six years. Do you know how many months that is?” 

“Seventy-two,” Wayne answered instantly. 

Y/n pursed her lips and murmured, “Ten…? Five and seven… and four years… wait, months?”

“Do you need a maths tutor?” Captain Wayne asked. “Because the department will provide one.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious,” Y/n muttered.

“I’m on the fence,” Wayne admitted, returning to the matter at hand. “Cain, you caught him. It’s your call.”

“Cass,” Y/n turned to her friend, practically begging. “This guy is for real. One thousand pushups.”

Cass’ eyebrows shot up. “One thousand pushups? Alright. I’m in.” She shrugged. 

“What’s one thousand pushups?” Bruce asked.

Y/n explained, “we were in the academy together and hated the drills. So now, when we're on a case, if one of us says one thousand pushups, it means ‘I'm so sure I'm right that if I'm wrong, I'll do one thousand pushups.’”

“It’s a pact we made,” Cass added. “It means ‘trust me.’ And I do,” she added with a smile. 

Wayne nodded. “Make the deal.”

Y/n cheered, “yes! I’ve got you now, Red Arrow! Wow! It feels good to say that in front of actual people instead of the mirror. Okay! Let’s grab the burner, contact and catch the Arrow, and become police legends.”

Later, Roy stood in front of his house, flanked by Y/n and Cass, the latter in her signature leather jacket. “Babysitter’s car is here,” he said. “They’re home.”

“Babysitter?” Y/n scrunched her nose. “You have a kid?”

“Yeah,” Roy beamed. “Little girl called Lian. Can I take my cuffs off?”

“No,” Cass deadpanned.

“Lian doesn’t know I’m a criminal!” Roy protested. “She thinks I own a construction company.”

“Why stop there?” Y/n shrugged. “Tell her you’re an astronaut.”

“Nah, man,” Roy shook his head. “Space is scary. You saw what it did to Matt Damon. I don’t wanna staple my skin together.”

“You got a point.” Y/n shot Cass a look. “Come on, Cain.”

Cass huffed and rolled her eyes. “You can play-act with your daughter for three minutes until we get the burner. One false move and I tase you in front of your daughter,” she threatened.

“Geez, dude. Harsh,” Y/n sucked in a breath. She mouthed towards Roy, “Don’t worry, she loves me too much to do that.” Roy nodded back dramatically. 

He unlocked the door and a small voice shouted out, “Daddy!” A tumbling mess of toddler came barreling down the hall and into Roy’s arms. Y/n cooed, heart melting. Roy grunted, picking Lian up and spinning her around. 

“Hey, baby! How you doing?”

“Good! Lois and I were playing Veterinarian.”

“Ooh! Sounds fun. Where is Lois?” Roy looked around.

“Cleaning up!” A voice shouted from down the hall. 

“Why aren’t you at work?” Lian asked. “And who are they?” She pointed at Y/n and Cass and Roy gently reminded her it’s rude to point. 

“They’re my coworkers!” Roy snickered, “Cass is a director on my board of directors and Y/n is my financial planner.”

Y/n winced and hummed, “yes. Stocks and numbers. Money. Very important. Did you know that four twenty-five dollar bills equal a hundred dollar bill?” Cass simply sighed and rubbed her temples. “Speaking of which,” Y/n said, noting her friend’s expression, “we should find that phone. So we can get back to building… buildings.”

“Right, right.” Roy let Lian down and said, “it’s in the spare bedroom.” 

“I’ll go with you,” Y/n volunteered. “Cass can stay here with Lian and Lois.” Cass glared at her, but agreed. 

Roy led Y/n through the house, waving to Lois and asking about Lian’s day. The spare bedroom was filled to the brim with toys and stuffed animals from Lian and memorabilia from Roy’s younger days. Roy dug the out burner phone and presented it to Y/n who quickly typed out a message. “Back in the game,” she narrated. “When can we meet up?”

“Ooh, you’re good at this criminal thing,” Roy commented. “If you ever wanna quit your cop thing, I could use your intelligence.”

“Aw, thanks man. How long until he usually responds?”

“Like, ten minutes?” Roy shot her a look. “Chill, dude.”

“I can’t chill!” Y/n bounced up and down. “I've never been this close before.”

“I gotta admit, your enthusiasm makes me want you to catch him.”

Y/n placed a sincere hand to her heart. “Thank you.” She noticed a pile of DVDs in the corner. “You still have those?”

“Yeah. I robbed a store a couple years back and kept my favourites.”

Y/n crouched down and scanned the titles. “Goonies, Princess Bride… The Sandlot! Dude! You have the best taste in movies!”

“Gotta have the classics,” Roy said. “Yes, ma’am, the American stories of promise and inspiration.”

“Inconceivable,” Y/n muttered, grinning.

“I’m not sure that word means what you think it means,” Roy said in a stilted accent. 

“Hey, you guuuuys!” They crowed together.

“Hurry up, Benny! My clothes are going outta style!” Roy quoted. 

“They already are!” Y/n cried back, both giggling. 

“Hey,” Cass stepped into the room. “You guys having fun?” Lian gripped onto the detective’s hand, smiling brightly. Cass’s eyes screamed, 'Cause I’m not. Her hair was decorated in braids and she looked as if she wanted to rip them out. 

The phone suddenly chimed and Y/n practically dropped it trying to see the Red Arrow’s response. “Parking lot on Flatbush and Vanderbilt in 15 minutes. Let's go.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Roy held up his hands. “Cain looks like a dirty criminal. But you,” he pointed accusingly at Y/n who still wore her GCPD jacket, “look like a cop, man. You can't go over there like that.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “...What'd you have in mind?”

A couple minutes later, Y/n stepped out of Roy’s house wearing a striped shirt and jeans with a white suit buttoned in the middle, sleeves rolled up. Y/n giggled, a moment away from breaking out into laughter. “I don't look like a cop now.”

“No, you look like Backstreet Boys meets Jonas Brothers,” Cass said.

Roy laughed, “Burn!”

Y/n shook her head, “Nah, that's not a burn, that's cool.” As they walked to the parking lot, she commented, “Not gonna lie, the suit is kinda growing on me.”

Cass grunted, glaring out the parking lot. “There’s no one here. L/n…” 

“A thousand pushups,” Y/n said softly. Cass took a slow, deep breath and nodded once. 

“Incoming,” Roy hissed, eyebrows up and hands in pockets. “Who the hell are you?” he cried to the man walking towards them, very clearly not Miguel. “Where's Miguel?” Y/n frowned and eyed Cass. 

“He hadn't heard from you in a while, so he sent me to make sure everything was cool,” the man said, shrugging.

“Apparently it's not,” Y/n muttered, kicking the pebbles at her feet. She had been so close. 

“Who are they?” The man nodded to Y/n and Cass, glaring.

“They're with me,” Roy said. “This is the buyer. Rosa Santiago.” He gestured towards Y/n.

The man shook his head. “I don't know ‘em, I don't trust ‘em.” He stated his terms, “He meets with you alone or it's off. I'll text the address.” 

The man walked away, not giving them another option. Once he was out of earshot, Y/n groaned, “Come on! I promise you this: they have not heard the last of Rosa Santiago!” She shook her fist at the back of the retreating man. She pivoted to face Roy and Cass and announced, “Okay, it's worth the risk. We send him in alone.”

Cass argued, “no, we don’t! Something doesn't smell right to me.”

Roy shrugged. “Could be my dad's suit. He died in it.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “He died in it?! Wait… this is a man’s suit? Why does it fit me so well…?”

Roy’s burner phone pinged and he said, “they just sent the location.” He studied his phone and exhaled loudly. “Man, this dude is cautious. If I show up one minute late or I'm not alone, he is done with me.” He pursed his lips and said to Y/n, “this is your last shot.”

Y/n shook her head and picked at her skin. “I can't let the Red Arrow get away.” After a moment of contemplating, she decided, “put a wire on him, get a tactical team in as backup.” She begged Cass, “please, it's the only way.” When the older detective didn’t look impressed, Y/n tried to convince her. “Harper and I know this guy. You have to trust us.”

Cain scoffed. “Do I? One of you is a criminal, and the other one is dressed like a knockoff of fucking Steve Harvey.” She poked her tongue in her cheek and decreed, “it's over. I'm ending this now.” She sighed. “Sorry, Y/n. Truly, I am.”

Y/n stared at her and couldn’t help but cross her arms. ”Seriously, Cain?”

“Yeah.” She repeated the words Y/n had promised earlier, “one thousand pushups.”

Y/n’s chin jutted up. “Well, I raise you. Two thousand pushups.”

“What?” Cass frowned. “That's not how this works. I said "one thousand pushups.” You have to back me up, L/n. That's the pact; end of story.”

“Well, I break the pact,” Y/n said abruptly. “Cass, I hope you understand how serious this is to me.” She whined in a deep voice, “Can't you read between the lines, man?”

“Don't quote Die Hard.”

“Sorry. But we're still sending him in alone.”

Captain Wayne wore shorts and a t-shirt, something Steph was still getting used to seeing. She, however, was on the sidelines, fiddling with her racquet. “You ready, Brown? Psyched up?”

“No, why?” she asked. “Do I seem psyched? 'Cause I'm definitely not. I- I just want to have fun!” She ran a hand through her hair.

“And to win,” Wayne reminded her slowly. 

“Hey hey hey!” Steph shrugged dramatically, pulling at her shirt. “If we all have fun and don't throw any racquets and don't eat squash balls, then we're all winners.”

“What?!”

“Nothing. I'll serve.” 

The game started with Stephanie serving and after a couple hits, their opponent called, “out.”

“What?” Steph shouted. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Then, as if a switch flipped in her head, she gave a high-pitched chuckle and gritted her teeth. “That was... fun. That was a fun call. You're a real fun guy, fun guy. This is fun! This is fun! Right?” Her knuckles turned white on her racquet.

Y/n prepped Roy Harper in the back of a police van. “We need evidence, so get him talking,” she encouraged him. “Ask questions about money, jewels, specifics.”

Roy clenched his jaw and shook his head. “I'm getting kind of nervous, man. This dude is for real. You sure you have everything covered?”

“Yeah. There's a guy on the back door, eyes on the side door, and two dudes on the corner. You'll be fine.”

“What about choppers?” Roy asked. “Do you have access to choppers? With snipers and rockets and shit?”

“No one has rocket choppers,” Cain deadpanned.

“Although that does sound amazing,” Y/n added, eyes lighting up with the possibilities.

“We got eyes on the Arrow.” A voice announced through a walkie talkie. “He's a block and a half away.”

“You ready?” Y/n asked Roy.

Roy nodded. “You and me, N/n. We were born ready.”

“Yeah! Go, Roy, go! You got this! Show me your game face! Whoo!” Y/n hyped him up as he exited the van, clapping him on the shoulders. Once the doors had closed behind Roy, she turned to Cass and stage-whispered, “his game face makes him look constipated.” 

Y/n leaned over the audio transmitter and muttered, “we meet at last, Red Arrow. For six years I've tracked you. And today I'm taking you down.” She said into the microphone, “Roy Harper, can you hear me? Say something to test the wire.”

“Hey, Cain, after we put the cuffs on this guy,” Roy waggled his eyebrows. “I'll be free for dinner. And I’m sure Lian would love another playmate. What do you say?”

“The mic works,” is all Cass said. 

“Miguel! What's up?” 

Roy called out and another voice filtered through. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Roy rambled, “let's talk about jewels. I’m working at the shop again. I can deal with anything you want. Red jewels, blue jewels, one jewel, two jewels. Jewels are really great, aren't they? Real pretty.”

“What is he doing?” Cain asked in disbelief.

“Talking about jewels,” Y/n said as if it was obvious.

“You know what else is great about jewels?” Roy continued, “The way they look. They’re just so pretty.”

Cass shook her head. “That's it. I'm calling it.”

“No!” Y/n shrieked.

“Move, people, we're going in now.” She banged open the door and the other officers ran onto the scene. “On your knees! Hands on your head!” In the basement where the deal was going down, they surrounded a man who was Mexican, maybe 5’8”, had a pointy little beard, and wore a purple tie. He was clutching a thick briefcase and nervously complied with their demands, dropping the briefcase.

“Gotcha, Red Arrow,” Y/n’s chest bloomed with excitement and pride, having finally caught her prize. “Wait, where's Roy Harper?”

“Uh, he went to the bathroom.” The man stammered, unsure if this was all a trick. “I- I'm just here to cut his hair. I don't know what's going on.”

Y/n hummed, “A likely story, Red Arrow…” She bent down and opened the briefcase, revealing scissors, razors, and other supplies. “But you actually do have a lot of hair products.”

“He's gone. He ran,” Cass confirmed.

“Why would he do that?” Y/n exclaimed. “He helped us catch the Red Arrow. That was the deal. This doesn't make any sense unless…” Her mouth fell open and she realised, “Roy Harper is the Red Arrow.” 

As Y/n stood there, shocked, Cass immediately jumped into action. “Put out an APB. Seal off everything for a 20-block radius.”

The audio transmitter beeped and Roy’s voice said, “Yeah, don't bother looking for me. I'm in the wind.” He made a ‘whoosing’ noise into the microphone.

“If you're close enough for me to hear you, you're close enough for me to catch you!” Y/n called back.

“Nah, I got a relay set up, sister.”

“So if you're the Red Arrow, who's this dude?” Y/n asked.

“Well, a couple of years ago you were getting really close, so I started telling all my peeps that if they ever get caught, they should say I’m Mexican, 5’8”, have a pointy beard and always wears a purple tie.”

Y/n nodded stoically. “So then you hired a guy who matched that exact description….”

Roy laughed. “No, no, no, no, no, no. That's my barber, Miguel Barragan. He gave me the idea.”

Miguel was cutting Roy’s hair and commented, “you know, if you can't come in, I do house calls. You just text me a location and I could be there in half an hour.”

Roy beamed. “Good to know.”

“You know, you should actually use him while he's there. He'll give you a crazy good fade. Lian says he… layers her hair? I don’t know.”

“I get crazy good layers from my current barber, thank you very much.” Y/n deduced, “So you dragged us over here, went in there, pretended to talk, and then snuck out the basement. Am I right?”

Roy squealed. “The basement connected to another basement! Which connected to a garage, which is where my boy picked me up with Lian.” 

“Your boy? Oh, that guy from the meet-up. He works for you.” Y/n rolled her sleeves up and tugged at a strand of her hair. “He pretended to be spooked by me and Cain in the parking lot to make sure we let you go to the next meeting by yourself.”

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! You win a prize!”

“You lied to me, Roy Harper,” Y/n whispered dramatically, somewhat hurt and somewhat impressed.

“You brought your daughter along?” Cass mumbled. 

“Gotta be honest, I'm pretty disappointed right now,” Y/n shook her head.

“Sorry it had to go down this way, L/n.” To his credit, Roy sounded a little sad. “Maybe we could've been friends in another world.” He paused then cackled. “If I hadn't just fooled you like a little- Lian, cover your ears- bitch!” An engine revved in the background. “Bitch!”

Y/n shouted back before the line when dead, “You use that mouth to kiss your daughter, Harper?!”

“Brown.” Captain Wayne approached his teammate after a particular gruelling and unfortunate match. “Is everything okay, uh, with your brain?”

“Yeah yeah. I'm great,” Steph said. “I am having… a lot of fun.”

“Yes, I’m sure, given as you’ve said that one hundred and forty three times today.” Wayne pulled her aside and reminded her, “you do realise that if we lose this next match, we're out of the tournament?”

“Yes, but the important thing is we had a good time.”

“No!” Wayne yelled. ”The important thing is that we win the trophy! I promised Clark before he left for Italy that we would do that.” He sighed before admitting, “do you know why I chose you as my partner?”

“Because I'm the most athletic person you know?” Steph’s voice ended in a high pitched question. 

“No, otherwise I would chose Todd. I chose you because of an article I read in the "Sarah Lawrence Phoenix" about a young woman they called ‘squash's unhinged lunatic.’” He pokes her in the chest for extra measure.

Stephanie swallowed harshly. “I- I haven't a clue what you're talking about, Captain.”

“According to that article,” Wayne said, ”that lunatic was 27-0. I need her on my team. I need you… to unleash the beast.”

Steph’s eyes grew wide and she inhaled sharply. Captain Wayne’s smile was just as sharp.

“Whoo!” Steph paraded into the court. “You butternuts ready to get squashed?” Their opponents stared at her and she mocked them. "’Huh? What? Duh?’ That's gonna be you guys while I smoke your butts, because Brucie and the Beast don't even give a what.” She sang the last word and waved her arms dramatically.

Bruce repeated stoically, ”we don't give a what.”

“Unh-uh. Whoo! Let's do this.”

The matches went on, and with the Beast unleashed, Stephanie and Bruce won every single one- not without earning a reputation.

“Boo-ya-kah, suckers!” 

Whenever someone called her shot out, Steph had a few choice words. “You kidding me? Are you kidding me?”

But when they won a point, she was enthusiastically crazed, even to the point where she slapped Captain Wayne on the butt. “Way to go! That's it, baby!”

Y/n approached Cass’s desk. “Hey,” she mumbled. “So… I went back to his house. Unsurprisingly a dead end.”

“I have a lot of work to do, L/n,” Cass said firmly, standing up to leave.

“Wait. I want to say something.” Y/n sighed and began, “we've worked together long enough to know that you hate apologies. So, I just wanted to ask you to join the Roy Harper case. Officially, as partners. I wanna catch this guy and I can't do it without you.”

“No, you can't,” Cass agreed.

“Now I believe I owe you one thousand pushups.” Y/n grimaced.

Cass gave her friend a small smile. “I don't care about the pushups, Y/n. I care that you didn't honour our pact. I've always trusted you, and when you went against me, it made me feel like you don't trust me.”

“I know and I'm sorry. It won't happen again,” Y/n promised.

“No, it won't. Now get down on the floor.”

What?” Y/n yelped. “You just said you didn't care about the pushups!”

“I changed my mind.”

Taking a long breath, the detective said, “Fair enough. A pact's a pact.” She nodded at Cass, knowing she couldn’t back down. Y/n shed her jacket, stared Cass in the eye, and stooped to the ground, beginning to honour her deal. “One, two, three…”

“Two hundred and sixty nine…”

“Heh. Sixty-nine.” Damian chuckled as he sauntered by, snapping a picture of his best friend. “I’m using this for blackmail,” he shouted back at her.

“Okay!” Y/n gave him a weak thumbs up before going back to her pushups.

“Five hundred and thirteen…”

Jason walked past her, calling out, “Night, L/n.”

“Night. Five hundred and fourteen…” she panted.

“Hey, Derek,” Y/n greeted the night janitor. Derek waved back. “One thousand…” she did one more pushup before whining the rest of her sentence. “Is so many pushups! I'm never gonna make it.” She shouted out, “What am I at?”

Captain Wayne marched by. “Nine hundred and one.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

“You said two thousand, remember?”

“Argh! I should've trusted you, Ca-a-a-in!” she sobbed loudly, a stripe of sweat staining the back of her shirt. 

“Clark, there's something we'd like to show you.” Stephanie and Captain Wayne day in front of his computer, face-timing with Bruce’s husband, Clark.

“Ta-da!” Steph held up the trophy proudly.

“Ah, magnificent.” Clark said from Italy. “The trophy is ours! I look forward to getting number four next year.”

“Actually, we've been banned for life from all future tournaments.” Wayne sucked air in through his teeth, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, geez. What happened?”

Stephanie popped back into screen. “My fault, Clark.” The bruises on her arms and legs confirmed her words. “I snapped the second-place trophy over my knee and threw it in a toilet.”

“...Oh, my.”

“Yeah.”

“But the important thing is, we had fun,” Bruce smiled softly.

“Yeah,” Stephanie agreed.

“I don’t want to do it,” Dick said. “She’s not my problem.” 

“She’s literally your problem,” Steph rolled her eyes. “You’re her sergeant.”

“And as your sergeant,” Dick said. “I command you to take care of L/n.” 

Stephanie glared at him. “You’re abusing your powers, Grayson,” she whispered ominously. “Get Todd to do it!” 

“Todd’s already taken care of her,” Dick nodded to Jason who had placed a doughnut and a cup of coffee on Y/n’s desk and a blanket over Y/n’s sleeping form. He had attempted to place a pillow under her head, but when he tried, Y/n had grumbled and whined. Jason didn’t want to disturb her, so he just left her on the floor. Every moment or so, Jason would glance down at Y/n to make sure she was still sleeping peacefully and a loud noise hadn’t roused her. 

“They really are idiots,” Steph muttered. 

“Yeah,” Dick sighed. “They are.”

[chelleztjs18]

First Time's The Charm (WandaNat)

WandaNat x FemReader

Pairing: Rich WandaNat x girlfriend!FemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: You are taking your girlfriends to a pumpkin patch for the very first time.

Warnings: None, just fluff mixed with humors and some swearing words (I think).

Requested: Yes.

A/n: Hello hello! here's another fluffy fic. I hope you are not fluff overloaded by now. lol. but it's fluff with overprotective WandaNat, so why not, right? haha. Happy reading! Reblogs and comments are appreciated. :)

Halloween Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“Okay, Wands, Natty, we are here!” You announced excitedly, complete with clapping. You look at your girlfriends at the back seats through the rear mirror. You decided to drive because you want to spend time with them without anybody else such as the driver or the bodyguard.

You've been waiting for this day since the Halloween season started. It’s the first Halloween since you've been dating Wanda and Natasha. You never thought that you would be in a polyamorous relationships, not even a single thought until you met them. Both of them spoil you very much with their love, attention and everything they can buy. The sky is the limit for them.

“Oh, this is it, detka? Wow, it’s bigger than I thought.” Natasha comments as she looks out of her window. “Oh, look at all those dirt.” Wanda lets out her thoughts right after she leans to Natasha’s side to see how it is.

“Now, you both are happy that I warn you not to wear your high heels? You are welcomed.” Pride sounds crystalline in your tone.

“Yeah, but I’m wearing my favorite white flats now.” Natasha replies in a slight complaint.

“That’s a lot of pumpkins there, baby.” Wanda adds. “Hence, the name, Wanda. It’s a pumpkin patch and it’s the biggest one in the city every year.” a chuckle slips out as you explain to them. Growing up extremely rich from two families of business moguls, made Natasha and Wanda never really know nor been to a pumpkin patch so here you are taking them to one today.

After you bought the tickets and quickly grab them by the hands and walk to where all the pumpkins are.

“So, we are walking around to pick one of these dirty pumpkins?” Natasha asks curiously with a pinch of dislike at the idea. “Yep, we pick them and you can use that wheelbarrow they provide because I want us to get the big ones for us and we bring that to the cashier and pay for it.” You answer her as you point at the lined up wheelbarrows.

“No, I’m not touching those handles of that wagon or whatever those things are called, let alone pushing it around.” Natasha shakes her head quickly and refuses the idea of it.

“It’s okay, Natty. I will push that thing. You don’t have to. I’m already happy that you and Wanda come with me here. Let’s go get some big pumpkins.” You try to make the redhead feel better and you look so thrilled by now.

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“Why can’t we just tell Winston to get us three big pumpkins from the store? That way we got clean pumpkins and I don’t have to push this wheelbarrow around.” Natasha complains in question as she mentions the butler's name. She pouts a little but you can imagine how her arms flex and look sexy under her coat’s sleeves.

“Nat, I was gonna push it. I didn’t want you to push it, I know how much of a clean freak you are.” You tackle her irritated remarks and tease her.

“No, I’m the head of our household. There’s no way I let Wanda or you touch and push this dirty thing.” Nat slightly retorts.

The brunette looks at Nat with her eyebrows raised a bit and the corner of her lips curve up to a smile. She is slightly amused with Nat's words and Wanda knows that she meant everything she just said.

Meanwhile you, "Okay, daddy." You said it in a teaseing way under your breath and rolled your eyes playfully. Nat stares daggers at you yet she notices how happy you are and it sweeps her annoyance away in split seconds then draws herself a smile.

Wanda watches how adorable the conversations between you and Natasha and she shakes her head with a little laugh then asks you “So, what’s next malyshka?”

“Well, there is a bunch of stuff we can do here. They sell food and drinks too.” You answer.

“We are not getting on those rides, are we? Because they don’t look safe, y/n.” Wanda asks in concern while she points at some attractions on the other end of the pumpkin patch. Her question easily gains another little laugh from you, thinking that she looks so cute. They both always look adorable when they are worried about you.

Both of your girlfriends are following you as you show them around. “Don’t worry, Wanda. We won’t but I do want us to—” You give her the assurance she needs about it then right before you tell what you want to do next, Natasha points to a direction.

"What's that over there?" A question escapes her lips.

“Oh I think that’s where the petting zoo is.” You quickened your steps so did Wanda and Natasha.

“Aaw look at those cute sheep, rabbits and ponies!” Wanda exclaimed excitedly but didn't want to step closer to the petting zoo area.

“Those are cute but sorry sweetheart, I’m not going in and I don’t think Nat wants to go in either.”

“Y/n, I love you but I can’t go there. It smells.” Natasha takes a few steps back, grimace written all over her face.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you two to go to see the animals because I know you both very well. And that’s where I want to go in with the two of you.” Wanda and Natasha feel relieved that they got away with the petting zoo but not for so long until their gaze follows where your index finger points.

“A haunted house?” Wanda reassures if that’s what you meant.

“Yes! I love haunted houses! It’s fun. Some haunted houses are pretty extreme but fun! Let’s go!” You grin so wide as you rub both of your palms to each other.

“Y/n, that’s no fun at all. Who would want to pay just to be scared in a dark ‘house’ that’s like a maze? That’s stupid.” Natasha refuses wholeheartedly. 

“That doesn’t sound safe at all, y/n.” Wanda joins in Natasha’s refusal to your idea.

“It’s safe. Don’t worry. I have been wanting to do this with both of you. Please please please. I will be so happy if we do this.” You beg with your puppy dog eyes expression and you know it always works on anything you ask them. They can’t say no to it almost every single time you do it.

“Well, I have never been to one but I guess if that makes you happy, plus who can say No to that face. Natty, look at her and her smile. She’s happy, that’s all that matters, right?” Wanda coaxes while her hands rubs Natasha’s back. You know you can count on Wanda to help you to persuade Nat.

A sigh escaped your Russian girlfriend. “Fine. Let’s go but let me take the lead.” She agrees in defeat but her overprotective dominant side demands a compromise from you.

“Nope. I’m not taking a risk of you punching the scarrer's face.” You joke as you giggle.

“Okay, I will walk behind you and Wanda will take the lead so we can make sure that you are okay.” Natasha leaves no room for you to argue.

“As long as we are having fun, okay.” You know better to agree before Nat changes her mind.

“Good girl.” Nat praises you as she gently pat the crown of your head and smiles at you.

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The three of you have gone halfway through the haunted house. You have to admit, it is really fun to go in there with Natasha and Wanda. It’s utterly adorable and sweet seeing both of them very protective over you despite the fear and shock they feel every now and then.

Wanda leads the way and makes sure what’s coming and Natasha watches behind you so no scarrer sneaks behind you.

You can hear Wanda scream a little sometimes and Natasha, she grunts and swears a lot to cover herself every time she gets shocked. “Okay, y/n, we will pass the part where there are bodies in trash bags hanging, just be prepared if one of them screams or moves. Okay?” Wanda gives warning ahead.

“Okay, Wands.” You try hard to hold your laugh.

Luckily, nothing happens as you pass the hanging bodies. “Hah! I saw you! Y/n, I saw one guy try to scare you from behind but he backed out because he knows I caught him in the act. What’s wrong, big guy? Are you–” Natasha mocks the scarrer then proudly tells you what happened, you can hear from her voice that she is less tense and chuckles a little until one loud bang echoes that startle her.

“Jesus! What the fuck was that?! I can’t believe you made me do this. I don't get what's the fun of this, y/n.” There it is again, a scared and annoyed tone comes back in between Natasha’s comment and you find it very funny.

Wanda screams again. “Oh my god, watch out! That clown doll on the right moves!”

“Okay, walk a little bit to the left, detka.” Natasha instructs you protectively as soon as she hears what Wanda informs and her hands gently push you to walk more on the left side.

You feel bad for them but you can't help yourself to laugh a little but they are too anxious to hear your laugh.

You can see the nurturing, soft Wanda yet she is as overprotective as Natasha is over you.

Wanda screams once more then all of a sudden stops walking. "Oh for fuck sake!" Hearing Natasha swears is not big news but when Wanda swears? Oh that's something new and it just makes this all better.

"What? Wanda, did you just swear?" Natasha's question flows from behind you.

"Y-yeah I did. I just saw that–that… What's that little cursed doll boy who kills people?! The one that I really hate!" Frustration started to show more in Wanda's voice.

"You meant Chucky?" You guessed with a soft giggle.

"YES! I just saw it run across the room real quick. Shoot! I can't see him now." Wanda eyes quickly search around the maze.

"Uh okay. Okay.. let's continue walking Wanda, that masked killer from Halloween is behind us and walking closer.” Panic screams in Nat’s tone as she pushes both you and Wanda to walk faster.

After a few steps away and the scarrer who was mentioned stops following, the maze gets quiet and dark again.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Nat sudden question behind your ear startled you a little. “Yeah, Natty. I’m okay. You scared me.” You answer. “Sorry, love.” Nat responds.

“Okay, it’s almost over. I saw the exit sign but why is it so quiet? I can’t wait to get out of here.” Wanda notices the silence is too good to be true or perhaps a little anticlimactic.

“Oh, I’m glad it’s almost—” Natasha’s words got interrupted with the loud popping and hissing sounds from the fog machine and fake thunder sounds and light. Not gonna lie it startled you and the loud screams from Natasha and Wanda didn’t help at all as one scarrer with a fake chainsaw jumped and screamed in front of Wanda.

Everything happened too quickly, you didn’t even see that coming. Three of you screamed. “Oh my god, detka are you okay?” Natasha asks and Wanda turns around to check up on you and Natasha at the same time.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay but I think he’s the one that you both need to ask if he is okay.” Wanda and Natasha quickly look at the person you meant only for them to find him dropping his fake chainsaw prop, rolling on the floor moaning in agony with both of his hands covering where the pain he feels, on his crotch.

“Ah! You kicked me in the nuts, lady! Oh my god! That hurts.” The man grunts in pain as he speaks. “Uh-oh. I think I kicked him.” Wanda acknowledges.

“Uh-huh. I can see that, Wands.” Natasha replies and looks at him. You alert the staff to call the medic.

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Thanks to Natasha's negotiating skill, the man won't press charges on Wanda.

You and your older girlfriends walk out of the haunted houses laughing out loud of what just happened.

"I really didn't expect that you would kick somebody. I thought it would be Natty." You laugh your thoughts out.

"Y/n, I told you I didn't mean it. If I wasn't in front of you, he would scare you. It was just my instinct kicking in to protect you." Wanda backs herself up from your and Nat’s tease.

As the three of you walk further away leaving the haunted house, Wanda smells a delicious scent and Natasha sees people walk by with tasty looking food on their plate.

“What is that smell? It smells so good.” Wanda asks as she inhales more of it. 

“Oh my God, that looks so delish.” Nat’s head turns because of her gaze that’s locked to the food that passes by.

“That looks like a heart attack, Natasha.” Wanda comments.

Wanda loves cooking and Nat loves food, you know that. You are smiling at their antics. “That is one of the foods that they serve here. The food here is waaaay cheaper yet tastier than what we usually get from any fancy restaurant we always go to. Let’s try some.” you propose your plan and hook both of your arms to theirs and walk together.

“So, this pumpkin patch opens every year in the Halloween season, y/n?” Natasha asks.

“Yes. Every single year. Why, Natty?” You ask with a knowing smile. You know the reason she asks, you just want to hear it from her.

“Uh, just wondering.” A hesitant answer flows out of the redhead’s lips.

“Oh for goodness sake, Nat, just say it. You want to come back next year? I do. It’s not that bad actually.” Wanda bluntly calls her out and admits it herself at the same time.

“Yes! Okay, I want to come back next year. It was fun. Happy now??” Natasha finally admits as she tries to hold back a smile and she fails miserably.

“Yes, I am. Thank you Wanda, Natty. I love you both so much.”

“We love you too, y/n.”

This year’s Halloween is for sure the unforgettable one for you, perhaps it’s also even the best one ever.

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[lovelybrandt]

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[ushidoux]

Power Struggle - Ushijima x Reader

Summary: You’re set up on a blind date with a man who might just be your match.  (~5.1k words)

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, blind date, exhibitionism, public sex

A/N: Part of @cherrytenko​’s CEO collab! Surprisingly this is possibly the longest fic I’ve written as a oneshot and it’s a little softer than I expected it to be but please enjoy!

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It’s about half past 6pm when you add the final touch to your makeup, a smear of matte lipstick (Rouge Hermes #48, to be exact), to your lips.

It’s not often that you’re able to leave work early but your mother and father had called you from overseas in the late afternoon, interrupting their own third honeymoon, to remind you of your final meeting for the day - 

A date.

“I know you hate these things, but just go! You might like what you see,” your mother insisted over video chat, her voice muffled by the sound of wind whipping past her as she and your father cruised along on a shaky speedboat they’d purchased just for the day. You weren’t completely sure where they were, only vaguely aware that they were somewhere around Jeju Island, and not exactly sure why they still had phone service, but you weren’t going to ask too many questions.

“No obligation!” Your father adds, just out of view and yelling slightly. 

Sure, never any obligations.

As you smack your lips in the mirror to smooth out the lip color, giving yourself a brief once-over to decide whether or not you feel the need to adjust your hair or if you will wear falsies or not, you frown ever so slightly, then let out a sigh.

You hate this. 

This is the third “meeting” they’ve arranged for you this month, and they’d been at this for almost six months overall by now. This search for a ‘suitable husband’ was getting stale -  not to mention, time-consuming - and you weren’t sure you would be willing to appease your parents any longer.

In fact, you weren’t exactly sure you were interested in a partner anymore. The clock would hit thirty any moment now, and the math of falling in love, getting married, having kids, and still heading a successful company no longer seemed to be adding up. You didn’t know how exactly to tell your sweet parents who were the picture of domestic bliss that they’d probably have to give up on the idea of grandchildren, and consider raising puppies instead.

Regardless, for the time being, you could still bother to meet this stranger for dinner.

There’s a clasp seal envelope atop your dresser - a portfolio that had been left on your desk by your father’s assistant at the beginning of the week - that still seems entirely too formal for the process. This is matchmaking, not a job application, was the first thought that came to mind once you realized the envelope held a set of photos, a resume and an admittedly curt but formally written statement reminiscent of a cover letter.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, the signature at the bottom of the letter read in an extremely neat script. He must be particularly organized and detail-oriented.

There were two pictures, one that looked almost like a passport photo and the other much more relaxed, where he was dressed casually in a t-shirt and pressed jeans, standing with his arms crossed beside a redheaded man whose smile was wide and infectious, his arm around his neck. You wondered if he picked those photos himself. 

You’d perused the first photo much more carefully because you could see more of his face. He’s quite handsome, you’d admitted, the faintest warmth in your cheeks, but he seemed awfully uptight. For one, the look on his face was very neutral, not bothering to smile. He was clean shaven and his hair was close cropped at the edges, a woody brown that paired well with serious olive eyes. You wondered if he ever laughed out loud, and what he looked like when he did.

The taxi driver is prompt and waiting outside of the high-rise in which you live by the time you make your way down the elevator. The click of your heels is loud on the tile as you make your way past the revolving doors. As you slip into the back of the car, you wonder if you’re dressed too professionally. You may have forgone the women’s pantsuit, but you’re still wearing a feminine pantsuit-esque ensemble in a creamy beige - pink would have seemed too ditzy, white would have seemed a bit too innocent (not to mention risky) and yellow too juvenile.

You’re not sure why you’re thinking so hard about this, but really years of paying attention to your appearance in public, not being taken seriously because you’re pretty and young and your personality is more bubbly than bossy puts you on your guard, especially when it comes to first impressions.

The location appears to be an upscale sushi restaurant, the type that you have to call ahead for months to get a reservation unless you have some kind of special arrangement with the owner. A staff member checks you in and brings you to the back to a private room, and as you pass through the dimly lit hallway, clutching your purse a little too securely, a scene from a yakuza movie comes to mind.

“Your room, madam,” the young man nods and motions you to enter a room that is brightly lit enough that it is almost blinding, large and round as though you were in a fishbowl yourself. You look up and notice that even the ceiling is curved. Elaborate paintings hang off the wall. 

He’s not here.

You glance at the attendant and he raises his eyebrows as though he is expecting you to say something. You must look surprised, and continue to look so as you remove your shoes to sit at one of the thin mattresses set before the low table.

You wish you’d worn stockings perhaps, tucking your bare feet beneath you in a casual seiza position. You can’t recall the last time you’ve been this traditional/formal, and the thought of a man you barely know already knowing what your feet look like bare bothers you just a bit. 

The attendant pours water and then tea for two wordlessly and slips out of the room. 

Your heart pounds once you’re finally alone. Why is this so intense? 

You fidget nervously with the thin silver necklace you are wearing, looking for a menu. There is none so far. Just square plates, both chopsticks and forks (odd for sushi, you think), and a steaming cup of tea set right next to a sweltering crystal glass of ice cold water. Opposites.

For a fleeting moment, you actually wonder for once if this man will like you. 

“My apologies, Ms. ___.”

You’re startled by a rich voice, a tiny gasp revealing that you’re more spooked than you realize, and your eyes shift towards the direction of the sound to see what looks like your date finally arriving in a hurry. 

You instinctively readjust yourself onto your knees to look formal, then realize you should probably stand instead, but before you can get up he waves you to sit back down, now settling down himself across from you.

“I had intended to arrive early but quite a few things happened at the company to make that unfeasible.”

He said this while removing a suit jacket in a way that was in no way intended to be sexy, not at all, then let out what sounded like a single, semi-nervous chuckle. 

Wordlessly, you replied with a nod, transfixed as you compared photography to reality. The photos didn’t do him justice, not at all. The suit jacket was picked up quickly by a waiter who you had forgotten was still in the room.

Ushijima extended an arm to you across the table, intending to shake your hand.

“Did you wait long?” He asks as you shakily take his hand for a handshake that consumes your hand almost entirely in his large one.

You shake your head, then embarrassed when you realize you aren’t using your voice, and add, “No, I didn’t wait long...”

“Are you hungry?” He replies, quickly. Your instinct is to say no, no you didn’t need anything, especially not from him, but you are pretty sure your stomach would growl loudly any minute now, and you’d only look like a fool. 

Ushijima glances at the waiter, who finally hands the two of you menus.

“Please order anything you like.”

You look down, swallowing hard again, and for a moment it is difficult to focus on the unnecessarily elaborate handwriting on the menu.

Something about him already grates on your nerves and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what. You could forgive people for being late, and you were used to people being a little forward, but something about the way he was both familiar and unfamiliar in the way he spoke to you seemed to veer into patronizing behavior. 

Why wasn’t he nervous? Every man you’d sat across from in the past half a year had just a little waver in their voice when they spoke to you at some point, even those who had started off boasting their fancy degrees and their villas and their large bank accounts. 

But he sits perfectly still, all broad shoulders, gently wafting cologne, and a gaze that is both disconcerting and impartial, so you don’t know what to think. 

When you look up from the menu to him, his eyes are still heavily focused on you, and you can’t really fault him. There’s nothing else to look at in this room, after all.

You take this opportunity to tease him. No man has ever intimidated you before and this one is no different.

“Are you going to order anything? I barely saw you look at the menu.” Your voice is light and coquettish and it implies, all you’re doing is staring at me.

“I already know my order. I’ve been here enough times,” he replies, immune to the playfulness in your voice. You watch him roll up his sleeves as he answers, and take note of the shape of his hands as he takes a sip of tea.

Maybe you’re the one staring.

“Would you like a recommendation?” He offers as he sets the cup down. 

You shake your head no, and wonder again why you’re making gestures instead of talking. He smiles as though he can read your mind.

Once the waiter takes your orders and leaves the room, you’re left in silence, facing your would-be partner. It’s a stalemate of sorts and you lose, asking the first personal question.

But you ask it semi-clinically, refusing to lose the upper hand. You’re not sure why there’s an upper hand, but there is, and it will be yours.

“I read a little about your company before arriving. You gave me quite a few details, which I appreciated,” you state, turning your head to the side politely to take a sip of tea yourself. “You’ve done very well for yourself as CEO,” you add.

His eyes don’t crinkle from the flattery. “My employees do great work at all levels so it’s only natural that there would be positive growth,” he replies matter-of-factly.

You smile politely, but this answer doesn’t give you very much information about him. He’s shifting the success away from him, you remark, however he accepts the compliment as though expected. Is this genuine humility or arrogance?

You lean very slightly forward, just enough to see if he’ll take the opportunity to glance down your blouse, as other suitors have invariably done. He doesn’t, and you proceed to ask the next question.

“What do you do outside of work?”

His eyebrows raise, and you wonder if it’s because he realizes you are pretending you didn’t read that section on his application, but he answers anyway.

“I don’t have very much free time, as you are probably aware, but I garden and paint. And of course, I like to keep fit through team sports.”

A quick look at him makes that last part quite clear. You clear your throat slightly and then it is silent again. It’s not exactly an uncomfortable silence, but it’s not comfortable either.

Just as you wonder why he isn’t asking you any questions, he suddenly speaks up.

“Pardon me if this sounds inappropriate, but you’re beautiful. Why would you need a matchmaking service?”

You’re taken aback, and while your brain is scrambling for understanding of what his intentions are, he adjusts his sitting position so that he’s cross-legged with both hands on his knees and lets out a sigh before continuing.

“You’re also accomplished and clearly articulate. I don’t imagine you’d have trouble finding a partner through more organic means.”

It seems like there are a million butterflies that suddenly inhabit the small space in the pit of your stomach. Again, you’re at a loss for words, something that is rare for someone as opinionated and cordially fierce as you.

Should you be offended? It’s almost as though he’s asking what’s wrong with you?

He asks frankly, “Why a blind date?”

You want to ask him the same question, but you hear the waiter return and you fall silent, letting the butterflies in your stomach die down.

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“I-is this the first time - ah - you’ve done this?”

You’re no longer laid out on the tatami like you were just an hour earlier, Ushijima nibbling on your lower lip and your collarbones instead of the overpriced, high-quality fish that sat atop your table, but now laid under him, spread eagle save for the hands you use to hold on to his shoulders as he slowly and deliberately thrusts inside you. 

Your voice is breathy and catches in your throat every time he moves, but you have to know. How often has he ended up like this?

The heat that fills your whole body now isn’t just from the shame of letting a stranger fondle your body in an upscale restaurant, it’s because Ushijima somehow knows exactly where and how to touch you, as though he’s always known. His fingers have traveled your body like a hiker on a well-beaten path, from the softness behind your earlobes to your squishy center and back, and now have settled into a hold that is firm yet gentle on your hips. 

When he replies “no” with immense honesty, his mouth sinks into the crook of your neck and he goes just deep enough that you don’t have time to factor this new information into your impression of him.

So instead you savor the thickness that fills you and the strength that holds you close, the soft grunts that fill your ears before they get drowned out by your equally loud whimpers and moans.

---

You don’t spend the night, partially out of shame that Ushijima bedded you so quickly and partially because you have a full schedule for the next morning. The parting of ways is brief and awkward and you seem to feel it more acutely than he does.

“I enjoyed our time, Miss ___,” he offers. You’ve dressed up faster than he has so you find yourself unwittingly ogling at the expanse of his sculpted chest and the flex of his muscles as he redresses. You’re almost sad to see him cover up.

You nod and walk out of the room, trying your best to hide the fact that your legs feel far too wobbly to be walking on these heels.

---

“Miss ____?”

Your eyes widen as you realize you’ve been daydreaming through a meeting with the board of trustees and now the wrinkled old men who hated the fact that your father thrust you into leadership you “didn’t deserve” are staring at you with disgruntled expressions.

“Oh, um,” you think quickly, recalling where the presentation left off and glancing quickly at the notes you’d jotted down on a notepad before wondering why Ushijima hadn’t called or texted since you met two weeks ago.

“Um?” The most senior of the group repeats, and your stomach turns for a moment before you steel yourself. He bares his teeth every time he’s displeased with you and you get the impression of an ancient and disgruntled wolf. 

You clear your throat loudly, and settle back in your chair, crossing your legs and your arms over your chest.

“I have some disagreements with the current approach, but I’ll start with the pertinent positives,” you start.

---

“Was the sex at least good?”

Your best friend from high school glances at you briefly, as you face forward on the Peloton you are riding side by side with her. She’s much less out of shape than you are given that she also is your personal trainer and thus rides hers effortlessly, taking some time to wait for you to respond.

You begrudgingly say yes.

“Wow, for once someone dropped you before you could drop them!” She teases in a sing-song voice. You would slap her on the shoulder if she was close enough and if you weren’t out of breath. It stings just a little bit that you’ve heard nothing from him nor the matchmaking company and don’t have a good response to tell your parents aside from I guess we didn’t click.

“He’s missing out, though.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you huff, and cycle faster. No hard feelings.

---

Scratch that, there were absolutely going to be hard feelings now that he was not just fucking with you but also with your livelihood.

Admittedly, it was strange that despite the fact that your companies had never crossed paths until now despite working in the same consumer domain but this was unacceptable.

You’d opened an email that had just slipped into your peripheral vision as you worked on reviewing a couple of interns’ executive summaries, only to find that Ushijima might have just royally fucked you over.

A curt email from a crucial business partner read,

We apologize but we’ve decided to move forward with Ushijima Industries instead. I understand that this is last minute, but we believe that it will be mutually beneficial to discontinue our relationship at this point in time.

Your blood boiled. What the fuck was this?

Your phone rang, one of your team leaders calling immediately and likely looking at the email at the same time you were. He apologized profusely.

“What happened?”

“It seems like they just showed up and offered twice as much as we offered them last minute.”

This bastard. Then in a moment of horror, you wondered if this was your fault, if you had blabbed a little while slightly tipsy off of sake, and revealed that you had this acquisition in the works.

Voice smaller now, you asked, “So we can’t do anything to woo them back?”

“No, I don’t think so. I just have to make sure our other deal doesn’t fall through,” the slightly frantic man answered, the sounds of keyboard keys clicking rapidly heard in the background of the call. 

“Okay, thank you for your hard work,” you stated. “I’ll see what I can do,” you replied with a click. 

Maybe calling someone who’d ghosted you as you drove home, fuming and irritated, wasn’t the best idea, but you needed to confront him somehow. The idea of being bested in more ways than one was too much to bear.

The phone rang once, twice, then three times, and you were getting angrier with every tone through the car speaker. You hung up in frustration.

How embarrassing.

You made it home still irritated, indulging yourself in a relaxing bath to quell your anger. By the time you had soaked for close to an hour, you were mad at yourself for reacting impulsively and now having your number in his phone as a missed call… if he recognized it anyway.

It turns out he did.

“Ms. ___, did you call me earlier? I wasn’t able to make it to the phone in time.”

His voice was even lower on the phone, a slightly gravelly quality making you wonder if he’d actually been napping or just had a smoke. You couldn’t imagine him doing either of these things.

“What kind of game are you playing, Mr. Ushijima?”

There was a bit of hesitation on the phone, and you let out a sardonic laugh once he replied, as expected, “What?”

“How did you know about that deal other than what I told you?”

He paused again, and you too, stood still, a towel wrapped around your still dripping body.

“I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he then said, carefully. “I, uh… assume you were calling about something else.”

You grit your teeth. What the fuck else? The fact that he sounded genuinely confused only served to aggravate you further.

“Did you or did you not use the information I gave you to intercept my deal with MNY?”

Finally the lightbulb went on.

“Oh, that was you. Hm.”

If you’d been talking in person, you probably would have slapped him at this point. Or at least considered it.

“I didn’t know you were our competitor in that aspect. I… probably would have reconsidered if I had known.”

“Excuse me?”

That tone of over-familiarity, patronizing… the care when you’re not supposed to care was back and you realized you regretted this phone call. 

“How would it be any different? Are you implying that you’d let me win?”

“No, of course not, I…” He trailed off. “Would you like to come over to my apartment and talk? I can give you my address, I would rather talk in person.”

Why? So I can get over there and end up fucking you again?

“I respectfully decline,” you answered curtly, and hung up, tossing your phone onto your bed and letting out an aggravated sigh. 

---

The next morning, you leave an early executive meeting only to find that your office had been overrun with flowers between the hours of 7 to 8 am.

There are yellow roses, stating admiration, spilling out of an oversized bouquet on your desk and a separate bouquet of light red carnations and white camellias that imply that he finds you ‘adorable’. A white card is placed in the yellow bouquet, and on it is written Ushijima’s neat script - you realize it’s from him before you even finish reading the note.

I would like to see you again. Please accept my call around 6 pm.

Respectfully, 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Your hands hover over the wastebasket in your room with the flowers in your arms, but instead you sigh, and stuff them behind you on your shelf. At least you won’t have to see them while you work, but they’re pretty. They’re clearly bought from a floral shop, but you recall that he had said he gardened in his free time.

Ushijima calls promptly at 6 pm and you let it ring twice before deciding to block his number just as he’s calling. Something about the action is satisfying. 

You can’t be won over with a couple of flowers and kind words. Women aren’t as easily swayed as he may think.

---

It’s another Friday, and surprisingly you haven’t been contacted for a blind date, whether it’s by your parents or the matchmaking service they’ve subscribed you to.

Maybe they’d gotten the message after you’d been ghosted that you were tired of this game. Maybe they were giving you a break. Maybe they’d run out of potential suitors. You were surprised, but not upset.

Ushijima had truly gotten under your skin.

After blocking his call, there were no more attempts at contact for the rest of the week. The only thing left to consider was that if you ever crossed paths in your careers, you would pay him back for snatching your investor. 

And snatching your dignity in the process.

It was about 4 pm and most of the employees were wrapping up their tasks for the day. You usually aimed to have everyone out by 5, especially on Friday so this was boding well. 

“Hey, Madam President, are you okay with an add-on?” You hear your secretary call from outside your door.

“Oh, I mean, I guess but-”

She’s already letting Ushijima through the door.

You smile sweetly, maintaining professional behavior as best you can, while your secretary leads him to an armchair across from you, up until she exits, your expression souring the moment she closes the door.

“Mr. Ushijima, what are you doing in my office?”

He’s settled into the chair so comfortably that it feels as though you’re in his office, not your own. He’s dressed more casually than he was at the restaurant, no suit jacket, just a brown V-neck sweater over a dress shirt that almost seems too tight and a pair of chinos. He’s also wearing a pair of glasses, which is new. 

You hate that he looks good.

“Apologizing and requesting your company.”

He looks at you sincerely, his hands clasped together in his lap. You narrow your eyes.

“Please leave.”

He actually frowns, and the small action actually surprises you. 

“Do you actually want me to leave or are you still upset about the investor? Because if it’s that, we can make an arrangement-”

“No, I’m upset because you did that after not following up after our one night stand!” You finally blurt out, then bite your lip realizing you might have said too much.

“I… got busy.”

“Busy screwing me over?” You quip.

He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture.

“I didn’t call because I thought you didn’t like me.”

You’re a little stunned by this reply, then decide you don’t believe him. What was there not to like? At least at that point he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Why would you think that?”

His hands leave his hair again and rest on his knees. You notice it seems like a default position for him. 

“I’ve been referred to as ‘stiff’. It’s great at work but not great for relationships.”

Ushijima’s brutal honesty is again sending you for a loop. You raise an eyebrow, bidding him to continue. Your arms uncross and you rest your elbows on the table.

“So…?”

“So usually by the time I’ve had sex with someone, it’s all they’re after. And since you didn’t call, I assumed even the sex wasn’t good.”

You unwittingly burst into laughter. Here was this successful, attractive man with a perfect pedigree who was insecure about how good he was in bed?

His eyebrows furrow, and you recollect yourself, realizing that this is a bit cruel.

“You could have sent a text,” you murmur.

“I’m bad at starting conversations.”

You stifle another laugh. “So you just don’t?” You tease. It’s gently mocking but mostly incredulous. It seems that he’s the opposite of the confident man he appears to be.

“That’s why I got excited when you called but then you were upset.”

You purse your lips.

“I promise I didn’t intend to put you in a bad situation,” Ushijima insists.

You sigh, then offer him a small smile. “Are you normally this persistent?”

He glances at the flowers that are only partially hidden from view, which makes your face warm up bashfully, and then looks right back at you.

“No. I just like you.”

Again with the directness, a confidence that is effortless, even when he’s not confident at all.

You don’t want to melt but you do. So instead you rise and clear your desk, stuffing a few items into your handbag as you prepare to leave. He watches, unsure of what you’re up to, sitting still as you walk around towards him and place your hand lightly on his shoulder.

Your body faces the door, but you turn to the side to look at him and grin.

“I’m done with work for today. Take me out.”

---

A couple months later...

“Fuck, you’re - ah - they’re gonna know, I-” Your voice morphs into a mewl instead once his ring finger reaches just the right spot; you’re squirming as much as possible under his touch but he has you laid back on your work desk with both ankles rested on his shoulders and his weight leaning onto you to essentially keep you in place.

“Move your hands,” Ushijima whispers in a hushed tone, leaning in to kiss between your breasts as he readjusts your legs atop him. His pants are down and his cock is already up and ready, the base and swollen balls rubbing against your wet cunt that you are desperately trying to protect from his intrusion. You know there’s absolutely no way you’ll stay quiet when he’s pounding the shit out of you, he likes it entirely too rough, and the walls are thin. You don’t listen, continuing to reach for his hands to swat them away from you.

There’s a part of you that is almost certain that at the very least your secretary knows that every time Ushijima comes for a ‘meeting’, it really is just to fuck the shit out of you before you leave together for the evening, or to relax you right before you once again have to defend your dad’s establishment of you as Company President.

This isn’t a good look.

“I-I can’t…” you whine.

“You can,” he assures you.

He gently kisses your face before prying your hands out of the way and keeping them pinned up against you with one hand and guiding his trajectory with the other before sinking inside of you. You moan at the breach of your privates and he quickly presses his lips to yours to swallow the sound.

Once he’s bottomed out, he rolls his hips, and soon you start to see white once you climax, clenching and cumming around him.

“T-Toshi!” You moan his name, and he clasps a large hand around your mouth before continuing, picking up the pace as he fucks you through your orgasm. He can’t deny that he likes the fact that you’re noisy, that the fact that the heavy desk he’s fucking you against is making a squeaky noise that suggests he’s really putting some force behind these strokes, and that if anyone could see the two of you now, it could be an issue for both of your corporations. Misconduct, they would call it.

He doesn’t care and while you act like you do, you don’t really care either. 

When he lets go of your wrists to use the edge of the desk as leverage and tilts backwards, you scream in pleasure, a terribly obvious sound, and it’s enough to have him tip over and spill into you with a groan. He collapses onto you and the two of you almost slip onto the floor, but don’t; you wrap your arms around him. 

Your hair is disheveled and so is his, and your legs are sticky with sweat and cum. You sigh, letting him soften inside you and stroke his hair.

“You’re getting me in trouble,” you murmur, and he lets out a breathy laugh.

“We don’t really have to answer to anyone, do we?” He replies with a smirk, and pecks you one more time on the lips.

He’s right - only you two are a match for each other.

[bitch-for-bo]

"Worried I'll Replace You?", "No." (Ushijima Wakatoshi x chubby reader)

TAKES PLACE POST- TIMESKIP 

Despite the fact that you and Ushijima have been dating for years, he still doesn't want to introduce you to the team. You find out that it isn't because he's embarrassed, it's for selfish reasons of his own.

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY

When you had told Wakatoshi that you were going to be attending the Japan National team’s practice later that day, you didn’t expect him to react. Why would you? Toshi rarely reacted to anything you said in explicit ways, he was a stoic man. Sure, he was a stoic man that you happened to love, but a stoic man nonetheless.

You had been curling your hair in the bathroom mirror as Wakatoshi took his morning shower when you brought the fact that you’d be attending his practice up.

“I’m going to be there with Kuroo-san planning some advertising strategies.”

“Do you have to be with Kuroo?” Wakatoshi’s deep voice rumbled from behind the shower curtain.

“Why?” you asked, leaning against the counter and looking at the shower curtain through the mirror, seeing Toshi’s large outline through the light material.

“I don’t appreciate the way that Kuroo speaks to you. He isn’t your boyfriend, I am.” He replied before ducking his head beneath the showerhead to rinse the shampoo from his hair.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at Wakatoshi’s blunt statement. No matter how many times you told him that Kuroo was only kidding when he teased you, Toshi was still unnecessarily possessive of you.

Not that you minded. It was nice to feel protected by the powerful ace, even if that meant having to almost hold him back when he saw Kuroo playfully ‘flirting’ with you.

The shower turned off and the curtain was slung back, revealing a fully nude Wakatoshi. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist as your eyes followed him lustfully in the mirror, admiring how the beads of water ran down his broad, tanned back as the muscles flexed and relaxed with his movement.

“I also don’t want my teammates meeting you.” He said, walking up behind you beside you to the counter to continue his morning hygiene routine.

You scoffed lightly at that. You knew that his words held no ill intent or malice, but if Ushi would have said that sort of thing in public, and someone overheard the conversation, they would’ve thought that Ushijima was embarrassed by you. So much so that he didn’t want his team meeting you. Again, deep down you knew this wasn’t the case, but that didn’t stop the small ball of dread from making its way into your heart as you began to question if Toshi really was embarrassed by you. You knew that the only way to find out what he meant was to ask, or else you would be upset the rest of the day and lord only knows that Wakatoshi was too bad at verbal communication to ask you why you were mad at him.

“Why?” You teased, grinning at your boyfriend in the mirror despite the small pang of hurt in your chest. “Scared I’ll find someone more attractive to replace you with?”

“Why would a be scared of that? I am the most capable partner for you on the team.” He replied, turning to look at you in the eyes with an expression of slight confusion.

You couldn’t help but giggle at your big dumb boyfriend.

“Awful confident about that aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

You just laughed more, stepping towards him and craning your neck to place a small kiss on his jaw. It was mean to bully Toshi like that, especially since he took every word you said so literally, but it was too fun not to.

“How about this,” you offered, wrapping your arms around his bare hips and encouraging him to do the same to you, forming a loose hug between the two of you as you stood in the doorway of the bathroom. “I’ll go do my job with Kuroo, but you don’t have to tell the team I’m your girlfriend. We can both pretend we’re strangers.”

You weren’t gonna lie, you really wanted Wakatoshi to introduce you as his significant other to his friends, after all, you’d been dating for almost 5 years, but you understood that PDA made him uncomfortable so you could deal with your own butthurt feelings if it meant that he was more comfortable.

“Are you sure?” Wakatoshi asked, his eyes looking down at yours, seemingly into your soul.

“Yes.” You smiled, kissing his chin, “Who knows,” you added, “it might make for some hot foreplay too…”

Wakatoshi chuckled and kissed your forehead, letting his lips rest against the skin for a couple of seconds before pulling away and detaching the two of you from your ‘loose hug’.

“When do you have to go?” You asked, glancing at the bedside clock that read 5:50 AM.

“I have to be there by 6:30.” He responded. You groaned in reply, turning back to your own routine as he moved out of the bathroom to get dressed so he could go to practice.

You absolutely hated the days where Toshi had to go to practice early in the morning. He would wake up at almost 4 AM to go on his jog. And of course, being the huge oaf that he is, he’d always wake you up with him as he tried to maneuver his bulky frame out of bed. It wasn’t too much trouble though, because usually, you would just go back to sleep. The best part was when Ushijima got back from his jog and joined you in the shower for some pre-practice ‘endurance training’.

Unfortunately, that hadn’t happened today. You had to be a work kind of early too, so you had already taken your shower and done your makeup by the time Wakatoshi was back.

You were almost finished curling your hair when Wakatoshi came to wish you goodbye, wrapping his large arms around your waist as he pulled you into one of his kisses that never failed to take your breath away and leave you weak in the knees.

After he had gone, you finished getting ready in the bathroom and went to decide on something to wear.

You wanted to wear something nicer than usual to make a good impression on the team, even if Ushi wasn’t going to introduce you as his girlfriend. It was rare for Wakatoshi to see you in your work clothes, so you also wanted to wear something that would get his attention, and if you were lucky occupy his mind all day until he could rush home and fuck you.

You settled on a black lace blouse tucked into a pair of red slacks. Kuroo had told you that the two of you would get ‘bonus points’ with the bosses if your clothes matched the team’s colors. Plus you knew that Wakatoshi loved the way that the outfit looked on you. The top displayed an appropriate yet sexy amount of skin with its black velvet bodice and long lace sleeves and the high waisted slacks hugged your curvy hips and made your ass and legs look amazing.

You looked in the mirror, admiring your ability to look professional and badass at the same time. If only your highschool self could see you now. Highschool You wouldn’t have been able to see the way that the outfit complemented your plush form. She would’ve been focused on the small yet noticeable bump of your stomach underneath the slacks, or the way that the light hit the stretch marks on your arms, making them visible despite being covered in black lace.

It had taken a long time to love yourself, you’d gone through the first twenty years of your life despising how you looked. Finally, you learned to accept who you were and with the help of your friends and family, you learned that you were worth more than what YOU saw in the mirror.

You remembered the first couple of times you went out with friends after gaining your confidence. They convinced you to accompany them to a small sports bar. You remembered that night fairly clearly, you had worn a flowy maroon blouse with a pair of high waisted black jeans and a pair of 3-inch nude heels. It was one of the first times that you had looked in the mirror and liked what you saw.

You and your friends drank and watched the games on the TVs that were situated around the bar, a different sport playing on almost every one of them. You remembered that you were attracted to a volleyball game that was one. You had played volleyball a lot with your brothers when you were young and over the years, the fondness towards the sport never died. You took a seat in front of the television, sitting next to a tall, slender red-head who was nursing what smelt like a vodka cherry limeade. Your eyes were fixed on the TV, smiling as the players volleyed back and forth, admiring the strength and power it must take to perform like that.

“It’s impressive isn’t it.” The redhead next to you spoke, looking at you with wide, analytic eyes. You nodded, your eyes barely leaving the screen to give him a quick ‘hello’ smile.

“You like volleyball?” You asked, giggling a little as the man tilted his head at you.

“I used to……” He said wistfully, taking a long sip of his limeade that he happened to be drinking through a straw. “I played in high school. I quit cuz I knew that I’d never be serious enough to play like them.” He waved towards the players on the TV before continuing, “My buddy is still obsessed with it though. He’s in the bathroom right now.”

You nodded, you weren’t sure why the stranger was telling you so much, you figured that it was kind of due to the alcohol so you let him speak, plus you were enjoying the conversation.

“That’s cool.” You smiled, bringing your own drinks up to your lips as the two of you continued to watch the game in silence for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, he looked over.

“Listen,” He said, “my friend that I mentioned, the one in the bathroom…”

You nodded.

“He’s had his eyes on you the whole night.”

As soon as he said those words, your face lit up with the biggest blush you had ever had. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ before opening and closing like a fish. No one had ever looked, let alone stared! at you (to your knowledge). You had no idea how to react seeing as this was your first time anyone was so brash with you.

“I-I’m sorry- are you sure that it’s me and not one of my friends?” You asked, still in disbelief that anyone could find you attractive enough to stare.

“Of course I’m sure!” the redhead confirmed, his eyes scrunching as he looked back at you in just as much confusion as you looked at him.

He wondered if you were completely oblivious to all of the attention you’d been getting from the inhabitants of the bar. You looked gorgeous with your long legs, your thick thighs…..hell he would’ve approached you if it hadn’t been for his best friend expressing his interest in you first.

“It’s actually kind of a miracle that you sat here.” The redhead continued, “Wakatoshi isn’t very good at talking to people. Unless it’s about volleyball, which you also like!”

The blush on your face was unrelenting at the thought of a guy approaching you. A guy that you didn’t even know if they really existed. This guy you were talking to might have been a complete crazy who had gotten a little too much to drink.

“Well, I-” You started, only to be interrupted by possibly the deepest voice you’d ever heard, coming from behind you.

“Tendou, who is this in my seat?”

That’s how it all started. In those first couple of minutes, you were terrified of Ushijima. His face was so serious. Handsome, yes, but also very serious. Tendou had acted as a buffer that first night, giving you a smooth transition and kind of teaching you how to talk to Wakatoshi.

Over the next couple of months, you and Ushijima went on dates. Every week on Friday. He would pick you up at 7 pm sharp without fail. He never talked much, he much preferred to listen to you, always watching your face closely as you spoke. He made you feel safe and listened to and before long, five years had passed and the two of you were living in domestic bliss.

The sound of the phone broke you out of your little daydream, Kuroo’s caller ID flashing across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Where are you, Kitten? I’m at the gym. I see your super ace boyfriend here, but not you.”

“I’m coming” you replied, pulling a pair of black block heels on as you walked out the front door, “Also, I promised Wakatoshi that no one would tell the team that I’m his girlfriend so please behave!”

**********************

“Waaaah?? Girlfriend??” Hinata Shoyou exclaimed, leaning closer towards Bokuto who had just gathered the team while Ushijima was in the bathroom to tell them all what he had overheard from Kuroo’s phone call.

“She’ll be here today!” The owl-like hitter whisper shouted, excitement practically seeping out of his pores.

“I can’t believe Mr. Stone Solid has a girlfriend and I don’t” Miya Atsumu groaned, hiding his face in shame. As the team started to speculate about what she would look like.

“I bet she’s really pretty”

“Dumbass Hinata! Of course, she’ll be pretty! Why would Ushijima date her if she wasn’t!!” “The real question is, why would she choose Mr. no-emotion. He has the emotional range of a crayon!”

They all nodded at Atsusmu’s statement, even Iwaizumi, and Aran, who had been silent in the conversation regarding Ushiwaka’s mystery girl.

They all flinched at the sound of the gym door opening and sprang away from the huddle as they heard Ushijima coming into the gym. They all had quickly gone back to practicing as if they hadn’t just been gossiping like middle schoolers, and Ushijima being the oblivious idiot that he is, noticed nothing as he picked up a volleyball, wondering when his girlfriend would be arriving with her work partner.

Not even ten minutes later the gym doors opened again and in walked the coach, Kuroo, and you.

“Holy shit!” Atsumu whispered to Hinata, imaginary blood bursting out of his nose as he took in your figure.

The team was enraptured with you from the start, even Kageyama had stopped setting to look at you. They couldn’t stop looking at you, eyes drinking you in disbelief as to why you were with someone with Ushijima. And while you didn’t notice all of the male attention since you were currently talking to Kuroo and the coach, Wakatoshi did and a mix of possessiveness and jealousy burst into his chest.

His eyes roamed your body, fists clenching at how devilishly perfect you looked in your outfit. And even though Ushijima wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, he could figure out that you’d worn the outfit just to make him feel like this.

He looked across the faces of his teammates, even the athletic trainer’s eyes were on your body as you made your way towards the court, your heels clicking lightly on the glossy wooden floor.

No one was really listening to the coach’s words as he introduced you and Kuroo to the team. They hadn’t even heard the coach ask them to introduce themselves until Ushijima began to speak.

“Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He said, shaking Kuroo’s outstretched hand and then yours, staring deep into your eyes.

‘Just wait till tonight’ his dark eyes read, making something in you keen in arousal.

“Well you all know me, this is my associate, Y/N,” Kuroo said, causing you to break Wakatoshi’s gaze. It jarred the others out of their dazes as well.

“Hello.” You said brightly, smiling. You and Kuroo then went down the line of them, shaking all of their hands and learning their names.

“Are you a model?” Hinata asked, his eyes wide as you towered over him in your heels. You almost looked like a goddess to the short spiker.

“No, but thank you Hinata.” You laughed, shaking his hand gently. You shook your head in amusement and moved to the man standing next to him. A dark-haired man with a blush dancing across his cheeks and his mouth turned down in an attempted frown.

“Y-you are tall,” Kageyama mumbled, holding out his hand to shake. You merely nodded and responded with an ‘it’s mostly the heels. It’s nice to meet you’

You continued to greet them one by one, feeling extremely awkward as they one by one stumbled over introducing themselves. You wondered what was wrong with them, painfully ignorant of the fact that they were all in awe of you.

‘I kind of see why he didn’t want me meeting them’ you thought.

“Aright!” Kuroo exclaimed as soon as the two of you had given all of them handshakes and introductions were finished. “Y/N and I will just be casually monitoring the practice and thinking of advertising strategies. Anything to add?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.

“Sorry for the intrusion!” You said, smiling at all of them once again, “Please play like normal and do your best!”

Ushijima scowled, he could pretty much hear all of his teammates’ brains exploding.

***************

It was a long but successful day, you thought, sliding your key into the front door of your apartment. Wakatoshi was home, the team was let out at 2:30 but you and Kuroo had headed back to the office for a couple of more hours before you came home.

“Toshi?” you called out into the seemingly empty apartment. There was no smell of dinner being cooked or sounds of the shower or sink running. You wondered where he had gone. Tendou wasn’t back in town, so unless Ushijima was out with the team you hadn’t the slightest idea where he was.

You flicked on the lights.

“AHH!” You screamed, hurling your messenger bag at the figure sitting in your living room. Your hands coming up to search for something else to protect yourself with. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you sighed. “Wakatoshi what the fuck? You scared me!”

Wakatoshi said nothing, a frown painting his face while his eyebrows were angrily scrunched towards the midline of his face.

“Toshi?”

“That is why I didn’t want you to meet my team,” he said, taking you completely by surprise.

“What?” you asked, confusion prominent on your face.

“I didn’t want them looking at you like that. You’re mine.”

“Woah, Woah, Woah. Toshi, they were just being nice to me. That’s all” you replied sweetly. A small smile worming its way onto your face at your boyfriend’s childish jealousy.

“You are mine.” He repeated, a bit more assertively this time, getting up and walking towards you.

“I know Toshi.” You whispered soothingly, your arms opening up and accepting his huge form into a tight hug. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your perfume as he sighed in content at your affection.

“I felt jealous as they looked at you. Why did you wear those clothes?”

“I wore them for you Toshi…” You whispered in his ear.

“Oh. I see.” He said, his hands slowly beginning to draw firm circles in your lower back.

“Why were you jealous Toshi?” You whispered sweetly, you couldn’t stop the sly smile from gracing your face. As mean as it was, you loved it when Wakatoshi got all possessive like this.

“They looked at you.”

“People are allowed to look at me Toshi, how would they talk to me if they weren’t?”

“They’re not allowed to look at you the way they did. Only I can. Only I own you.”

You felt your stomach twist with arousal at Toshi’s deep voice, whispering into your neck. You knew that he didn’t realize the effect that he had on you when he talked like that, but you couldn’t help the want from building in your core as your thighs pressed together.

“Show me Toshi.” You breathed out, your arms tightly wrapping around his neck, pulling his face even closer to your body, “Show me you own me.” Wakatoshi obliged, groaning lowly as his mouth began pressing bruising kisses to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving his rough lips wider access as you let him guide you into the bedroom, pressing you up against a wall.

His hands were gripping your soft hips, pulling you closer to him as his hips rolled against you. You could feel the hard outline of his cock through the thin sweatpants he had on, making your mouth water.

“Shit Toshi…” you moaned, your arms trying desperately to pull his body against you. You reached down between the two of you to feel him through his sweats. As you pressed your palm to it, his hands came down and caught both of your wrists before bringing them above your head.

“Did I say you could touch me?” He growled, his tone changing from the usually even, calm tone, to one of domination.

“Please Toshi….” You keened, a light whine of frustration slipping out of your lips.

Wakastoshi didn’t move, his eyes roaming down your body, taking in your heaving chest practically begging to be bitten and sucked, your thighs pressed together around his muscular leg that had forced its way between your soft ones. He couldn’t’ stop the surge of incredible pride that swelled in his chest as he looked down at you, hunger evident in his eyes. Your pupils were wide and blown out, lips parted and gasping for breath.

‘All mine’ he thought, slowly and firmly taking your mouth with his, demanding that you submit to him. He loved how pliant and submissive your body was beneath him. He loved how you trusted him with your pleasure. He knew he wouldn’t disappoint.

“Fuck!” you gasped as he pulled off of you, allowing your lungs to breathe in deeply, relishing at the feeling of air. Your panties were sopping wet, and you were afraid that if you didn’t take them off soon, your slacks would be in the same boat.

“Please……” You begged, your hips bucking pitifully against Wakatoshi’s firm grip. You needed relief, your brain was beyond clouded with want and the only end in sight was Wakatoshi fucking you hard and deep against the wall.

“What do you want Love?” He asked, his baritone voice invading your brain, making you involuntarily arch your back towards him, a breathy plea slipping from your lips.

“Fuck me Toshi…”

Without a word, Wakatoshi tore your blouse down the front. A small surprised shriek leaving your mouth.

“Toshi! Yo-”

“I will buy you a new one. Their filthy eyes ruined this one.” He growled before reaching down and doing the same to your slacks. You couldn’t even be mad at the incredibly hot strength of your boyfriend. Your shredded clothing fell to the floor as the super ace yanked down your soaked panties, his fingers sliding through the wet folds as he groaned softly against your ear.

“Open your legs.” He commanded, gently yet firmly grasping your thighs as he guided them apart. His fingers glided over the outside of your pussy, dipping in and pressing against your clit while his other hand fondled your breasts, pinching at the nipples.

“Toshi….” you whimpered, yearning for the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you and his mouth on your chest. He seemingly understood your pleas as his fingers slowly thrust into you, stretching you out with two straight of the bat.

“Fuck!” you squeaked, not expecting the brutally fast pace that followed.

“I will not be gentle tonight. When you see the team tomorrow, they will know you belong to me.” He growled, mercilessly finger fucking you with two fingers, using a third to draw small circles around your clit.

You were gasping for air as your head tossed back against the wall. There were no words to express how you felt, even if there were you wouldn’t be able to say them with how Wakatoshi was fucking every breath out of your body.

He didn’t let up, not until you were almost to climax, your nails digging into the meat of his bare shoulders. One of your legs was wrapped around his waist as three of his fingers pressed in and out of your g-spot at lightning speed. You could feel both of your thighs shaking under your body weight, and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to hold your one thigh up around him.

“Wakatoshi....please….” you cried, raking your fingers down his shoulder blades, reveling in the way that they flexed against your grip. “I’m so close!”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” he asked, taking his fingers out of you and turning you around before pushing your top half down against your vanity in the corner of the room. You could feel your dripping pussy exposed at a new angle as Wakatoshi quickly kicked off his own pants, stroking his thick cock in his hand before stepping up behind you and rubbing it against your slit, wetting it with your juices.

“Yes, please!. Pleasepleaseplease!” you babbled, the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing up and down your pussy becoming too much to bear.

With a single thrust, Wakatoshi was completely inside of you, ripping a scream from your lungs as his cock split you in half. Usually, he took his time, but you could tell that tonight he wanted to show you that you truly belonged to him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, thrusting his hips into you at an intermediate pace. He wanted to teach you who you belonged to, but he didn’t want to hospitalize you by going full speed right away.

“Mmmm….” you moaned, “love the feeling of your cock baby.” you tried to bring your hips back to meet his thrusts but were immediately stopped by his big hands pressing them into the wood of the vanity.

He continued his onslaught, snapping his hips and thrusting in and out of you, quickly building up to a seemingly inhuman pace. He wove his finger through your hair and pulled your head up to look at him through the mirror of the vanity.

“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded. You opened your mouth in a silent moan as your eyes were met with the sight of him fucking you into the piece of furniture. Your face was red with exertion, your hair sticking with sweat. It wasn’t a superficially erotic sight (at least in your opinion) but the fucked out expression on your face was a dead give-away of how badly you enjoyed Wakatoshi dominating you like this.

Wakatoshi groaned, the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of your tight hole as he brutally fucked you was glorious. His eyes never left your form in the mirror as he stared at the way your pretty tits and stomach bounced with each push of his hips.

Fucking you in the mirror was his favorite was to take you, the ability to watch your face, your tits/stomach, and your ass/thighs all at the same time was quite possibly his favorite thing in the world. He felt himself getting close as his eyes continued to watch your blissed-out face through the glass.

One of his hands reached down and his fingers began to circle your clit again, making your eyes, that you hadn’t even realized were closed, spring open and another cry slip from your lips.

“Ooooooh…. Toshi…:” you panted. “I’m close…”

“Tell me who you belong to.” He growled, his free hand coming up and wrapping around your neck as his lips pressed against your rapid pulse. You could feel yourself beginning to lose yourself, you were so close to orgasm that tears began to run down your face.

“You! Toshi- only you!”

“Are you sure?” he asked meanly, flicking his thumb out maliciously over the oversensitive bud of your clit.

“F-fuck YES! Fuck yes Toshi….. p-please....let me cum!”

“Cum.”

Your body began to practically convulse as your orgasm ripped through your body, leaving your vision white as you shook with pleasure, you could feel yourself clenching around Wakatoshi’s cock as he moaned deeply and began to cum inside of you, letting himself be milked by your walls.

You cried as you came down from your high, your legs feeling like jelly as Ushijima’s strong arms wrapped around your body, supporting you and making sure you didn’t drop to the floor from exhaustion.

He gently pulled out of you and carried you to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter as he went to turn on the shower, the sight of his broad back covered in scratch marks making you bask in the glow of your orgasm even more.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked guiltily, concerned eyes sweeping your body worriedly. You let out a half giggle/ half hiccup and shook your head.

“I love you Toshi.” You whispered, opening your arms so he could pick you up and carry you to the shower with him, which he contently did, his thick biceps flexing against your back as he held your body against him under the hot stream of water.

“I love you too. You are mine.” He said as he lathered shampoo into your hair. You smiled, shivering at the feeling of his fingers against your scalp and his words of love in your mind.

“I’m yours.” You said sweetly, before turning in his grasp to return the favor.

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Mail Order... Kitten Girl

Part 8: Aw Rats

Description: Satan accidentally orders a special type of ‘cat’ online after having a few too many drinks…

Tags: Pet Play, Cat Hybrids, Fluff, Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Tail Fucking

Pairing(s): Reader/Everyone (but Luke)

Link to my AO3: Click Here

In this chapter: Kitten and Barbatos spend time together!

Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Authors Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARBATOS!! This one is for you :))

+++++ MINORS DNI +++++

It was an early morning on a weekday. You woke up slowly, snuggling into the demon body beside you in bed. Sleeping in Belphie’s room was always your top favorite spots to get a great nights sleep. Surrounded in his bed with all his blankets and pillows he stacked up plus his warm arms around you, that was the best.

You were shaken out of the slumber by Beel shaking his twin’s arm, saying, “Belphie, Kitten, get up and eat.”

Belphie groaned, squeezing your body to him, nuzzling the back of your neck with his heated breath caressing you. “Mmmm... ‘s early, Beel. Later...”  

The temptation to stay was strong, but your stomach gurgled and you decided to get up.  

Wiggling in Belphie’s strong hold until you faced him instead of the wall, he opened one eye just enough to stare at you questionably. “Cuddle me later?” you said through a yawn.  

Your youngest demon Master sighed, but gave you one final squeeze around your waist, lingering just above your bottom with his fingers, and kissed you gently. “Fine... Go on,” he said, and opened his arms to free you.  

Beel helped you climb over him. As soon as you were out of the bed, Belphie went right back to sleep.  

With a smiling sigh, Beel shook his head. “C’mon, Kitten. I’ve made one of your favorites for breakfast so let’s get you dressed.”  

You picked at the thin silk short set you had worn to bed. Sleeping with any of them, you liked to wear little to almost nothing. Firstly, because a lot of them ran hot, and secondly so that you could feel their bodies closer to you. That extra touch made your body feel good.

You sat on Beel’s bed, waiting for him to pick out an outfit for you. Almost all of your Master’s liked to dress you. And because you usually stayed in one of their rooms, sometimes a different demon each night so it was fair—they liked to fight a lot about that—they had clothes ready for the next day.

The redheaded demon chose a soft pair of leggings and a short-sleeved scoop neck shirt, also soft,  probably fleece . You smiled at the plain underwear he helped you slip on.  Asmo , Lucifer, and Satan all liked to give you lace undies and bras, but the others preferred comfort for you. Either way you  didn’t  mind, they were your owners after all and you liked them dressing you up. The fun of it was seeing the  different styles.  

After you were clothed, Beel took your hand and smiled. “Let’s go eat.”

You smiled right back and nodded, “Mmhm! ‘m hungry, Master.”

“Me too. I haven't eaten in minutes.”

Giggling, the both of you left Belphie to the room and went to eat.

Breakfast for you was perfect. Waffles soaked in syrup, piled high with berries and whipped cream. Sausages and eggs, too.  The table was full, aside from Belphie. Your Masters all ate their weird demon foods. The day was looking to be a great one!

Once your belly was full, that was when your morning turned from sweet to just plain sour.

The worst news was given to you, and in anger you lashed out.

Which was why now, you sat dejectedly on the couch, arms crossed and tail swishing across your lap, the tip fuzzed out. You poked at your collar that was almost forced on you, a black leather collar that wasn’t uncomfortable but not your favorite, thick and ugly. A long leash was attached to it, and on the other end was Lucifer holding it. Usually you liked the leash, but not when it was a punishment.

Everyone was in the common room now, even Belphie who had gotten up after hearing the news. They either stood around you or sat on the furniture, but they all were looking at you with small smiles or smirks.

You were  not  amused. If you were an actual cat, your fur would be stuck up like the tip of your tail was.

The bad news that caused this problem... your Masters were leaving for the whole day to a RAD Student Council member only meeting that Lord Diavolo was holding.  

You hated being alone. But because Barbatos was staying behind to make a feast for when they came back, he had volunteered to watch you.  

When Lucifer went on and explained he was going to take you to Lord Diavolo’s castle for the hand  off of  yourself to the demon butler, you obviously did not want to go or for them to go and as such you had clawed at him, and thus the leash.  

You didn’t draw blood, Lucifer was too fast for that, but the reaction was enough to be punished.

Huffing in your seat, you refused to not look angry. They were leaving you... again!

Lucifer sighed, and patted the top of your head a few times. “Bad kitty’s get punished, my dear,” he said matter of fact.

Your nose twitched. “I know...”

“You promise to behave for Barbatos?” Satan asked.

You nodded. “Yes, Master...”

“Don’t look so upset, it will only be for a few hours...”

“Why can’t I just be at home alone?” you asked, glancing at them all with wide eyes.

Asmo cooed. “Last time Simeon took too long, kitty cat, and you were upset with us. We’re just looking after you.”

You pouted.

Beel smiled. “Barbatos is excited to see you. And he said he wants you to taste test some of his bakes today. I’m jealous.” He drooled.

Your ears perked up. “R-really?” You licked your lips. Barbatos was the best baker you knew. His cakes and pies and basically everything he made was yummy.

“Kitten looks happy now!” Mammon said with a grin.

Satan agreed, “She looks like the cat who got the cream.”

Asmo giggled. “She probably will, too, and I mean to say Barbatos’~”

The others groaned or chuckled. You didn’t know what that meant, but you did love cream.

“We’re having a big feast later at Lord Diavolo’s castle, so be sure not to eat too much,” Lucifer said, and then announced it was time to go.

You stood as Lucifer started for the front door, the leash taught. Your Masters all said their respective goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’ and it made you very happy inside. You would miss them so much.  

Maybe it was better to not be alone, so you wouldn’t be so sad and think about them until they came home.

Turning on your heel before the front door, you smiled. “I love you, too, my Masters.” And you meant that, truly.

They all cooed, or grinned, and you waved goodbye.  

It was only for the day, right?

_+_

The walk to Lord Diavolo’s wasn't too long. Barbatos let you inside the main entrance where you waited to be handed off like a true pet.

“Welcome, Lucifer, Kitten. We are going to have a good time together today, hm?” the demon butler smiled at you kindly.

You peeked at him from behind Lucifer and nodded once. Still, something inside of you was a little peeved.

“I trust you will be good?” Lucifer asked you, a stern look in his red eyes.

“Yes, Master, I'll be good,” you said.

Lucifer handed the leash to Barbatos, who took it without a single question. You wondered if Lucifer told him what happened and why you had the leash at all.

“She will be well looked after, Lucifer.”

Lucifer nodded. He gave you a single kiss on your forehead. “Behave, Kitten,” he said, and then he was gone out the door. You watched as he transformed into his demon form and flew off, majestic and sexy. You did love his wings; they were so soft.

“Kitten? Let’s go.” Barbatos smiled at you again, and gestured with his hand for you to go ahead and step further in the Castle.

You frowned, but did, and you found yourself in the kitchen after a little bit of walking.  

The room was a far cry from the House of Lamentation’s kitchen. First it was much larger, higher ceilings, and had several ovens and even more cooking equipment. There were tons of cabinets and a large black table off to the side. The floors were nicer on your shoes, less chance of tripping on wood floors than badly lain cement blocks.

While you glanced around, you felt a tug on your leash and a click, and Barbatos was hanging your leash on a hook on the wall before you knew what happened.

“Wha-?”

“It will be easier for the both of us. I won’t say anything if you won’t?”

You giggled. The collar was still on, but that was fine by you. “Okay!”

“Perfect. Over this way please.” He led you to a counter, and there was a ton of ingredients out. They smelled sweet, salty, bitter. Some of them looked good, others odd colored or shaped, but still had a good aroma. “Today you can help me prepare the meal for their return.”

Your ears fell. “I can’t cook...”

"That's not a problem. You have two hands, and so you can mix. And taste test for me as well.”

Now  that  you could do with great pleasure. “Yes, I want to help!”

He chuckled. “I assumed so. We are only preparing desserts now; I will finish the rest of the meal later so it's fresh. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Baking with Barbatos was fun. You got to eat so many tasty things. He let you lick the spoon with the frosting, and gave you little chocolate chips. Mixing dry ingredients for him was harder than it looked and you got some flour on yourself, but that was why you had the apron on.  

Although, it was strange that he already had the perfect one for you. It certainly was not for one of the demon brothers or Diavolo (right?).

After cooking for a long time, eating and mixing and opening and closing the ovens, setting all the pretty treats under domes on counters or in the fridge, you were totally exhausted. All the hard work and eating had really wore you out.  

You yawned a few times, and rubbed at your eyes.

“Is it time for a cat nap?” he teased.

“Barb, I’m tired.” You yawned again.

He softly laughed. “All right. Come with me, Kitten.” He put the palm of his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the kitchen. You were taken around a few doors and small hallways to a wide window with a bed seat cushion, and it faced a garden full of flowers and wildlife.

“So pretty...” you were in awe.

“I thought you might like the view. Rest for a while and I will wake you up once you’ve gotten the proper sleep.”

You curled up on the warm bedding and purred. The sun was shining in the spot, and you could fit yourself perfectly in a ball. “Thank you~”

Barbatos smiled down at you, and pet your head, his hand lingering on your neck to squeeze once. It gave you the shivers. “You’re very welcome, Kitten. Sweet dreams.”

You fell asleep watching the birds flutter around and chirp.  

When you woke up it was still sunny, but not directly on you. And you watched the garden for a while, and then you saw it.

A rat, scurrying across the field.

You made a sound and bared your teeth at it.

The window had a latch, and you undid it and crawled out to step into the garden. You were quiet, stealthy, your prey was right there. You caught it in your claws and squeezed until it was dead.

This was the perfect present to say thank you!

Barbatos had not come for you yet, so you set the dead rat on the floor of the room, waiting for Barbatos to come fetch you.  

And when he came inside, he froze up, and stared at your gift. “Kitten.”

“Barb~ I got you a gift, it’s right there.” Your tail flickered in happiness, and you grinned a fanged smile at him, proud and excited.

He tensed as he walked around it, but did not pick it up. “Did you touch that thing?” he asked instead.

“Yes, with my claws. I killed it for you!”

“I see...” He held out his arms, and frowned. “Let’s go wash your hands,” he said.

You pouted. “Are you not going to take my present?”

Barbatos’ brows furrowed. “Kitten, I appreciate the gift, however...”

Now you understood, and your eyes watered. “Y-you hate it, don’t you?”

“Not at all, kitty, not at all. I just want to take care of you first.” He grabbed you under your arms and you were taken back to the kitchen, legs wrapped around his waist. You felt like a toddler but the warmth of his body was nice. “You need to clean up before you touch anything else.”

He directed you to stand before the sink and place your hands inside. The water was hot on your hands and you cried out. He apologized, and quickly turned it down, and then poured soap on your hands, helping wash them, getting between your fingers and under your claws.

“Rats carry diseases, and Devildom rats even more. I want you to be more careful.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Barbatos gave you a soft smile. “It’s fine. There now, let’s dry them and then we can get back to baking together.”

You dried your hands and frowned down at the tiles. “I just wanted to thank you...”

He cupped your cheek and had you look at him. “I know, but you don’t need to thank me with that,” he said, not unkindly.

Oh, so that’s what he was getting at. Well, your Master’s did not say you couldn’t please Barbatos, and he did take care of you. This was the only other way you knew how to say you were grateful for him feeding you delicious snacks and letting you sleep in the cozy sun spot.

“I can thank you like this,” you said, and knelt down on the floor right in front of him, your face at his crotch.

There was one quick inhaled from the demon butler. His gloved finger lifted your head up for him to stare down at you with his pretty green eyes. There was a slight hue on his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

You licked your lips. “I want to. Please? Can I see your cock and suck it?”

He began thumbing your bottom lip. “If that’s what you want, I wouldn’t say no.” Then he made a concerned face. “Do you want something for your knees?”

You nodded, glad Barbatos was such a kind demon. “Please...” and he somehow had a throw pillow in his hands, and you lifted one knee at a time to get situated. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble.”

Quickly you helped him out of his pants, slipping them to the floor. As you did his hand caressed the top of your head, and you felt his dark gaze on you, watching every move you made. As his pants dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them, kicking them away. The mess was so unlike the butler from what you had seen.

Now he was just in his underwear, a silk dark green pair that outlined his cock and balls. You nuzzled his clothed dick. “Smells good, Barby.”  

“Mmm, you like the smell of cock, Kitten?”

You nodded. “Yesss-”  

His hand went to your hair at the back of your head to lightly tug. The pain mixed with his scent urged you on, and you had his boxers pulled down, and he was quicker in stepping out of those. His cock out inches from your mouth, half hard. Before you sucked it, you grabbed it to stroke it to life. You licked the tip once, he gasped. Then you swallowed him down and peeked up at him with a certain look, unmoving. Waiting for him to do something.

He got the idea and smiled. “Do you want me to use your mouth?”  

You hummed, hopeful he understood it meant yes. And he understood because he began using your mouth. Filling it with his slicked head, hitting your tongue and roof of your mouth. Your lips were swelling up, and you suckled and slurped at his cock.

Clawed hands went to his waist, holding him steady as his fingers clutched your hair to do the same. The pain and scent surrounding you had your pussy wetting up, soaking your undies. But this was for him, about Barbatos’ pleasure. And a Kitten could please their Master, or their Master’s friends, and you would do a good job of it, too.

Breathing through your nose, you kept a firm hold on his hips, and your tail helped by wrapping around his thigh once to squeeze. His legs were bare, strong looking. You looked up at him, and met his dark eyes, flecks of black creeping in to those slate green iris’. It was sexy and you moaned.

“Ahh, Kitten,” he moaned. His hand not at your hair went to touch your tail, wrapped around a part of it and stroked like you had done to his dick. “Such a soft tail."

You moaned louder, vibrating around his cock, tonguing the underside with your flattened muscle, flexing. He tasted tangy and filled your mouth perfectly, and a little precum trickled onto your taste buds.

The demon butler tensed and grunted out a warning before he came in your mouth, and only then did you let him go. You held his spent cum in your mouth on your tongue, and showed it to him before swallowing. It was bitter, but you had worse.

“Such a naughty thing,” he commented, and pet your hair from your cheeks.  

He smiled, and in his eyes was something new you hadn’t seen. He put his clothes back to right, and before you could react, he had you in his arms and then deposited you on the long kitchen table. The throw pillow was shoved under your body to lift you up at your lower half, and it helped keep your tail from being squished. But you were confused.

“Barb-”

“Hush now.” He stood at your feet, a demonic grin truly. “I shall return the favor,” he whispered. Barbatos’ appearance shifted, and he was in his demon form, his twin-tipped tails flickering behind him, his bat-like horns gleaming in the kitchen light.

His hands torn down your pants to your ankles, and you let him, him taking off your shoes next to leave you in socks and your top. Then you were spread open, panties glistening, socked feet flat on the table. He had you bend your legs so he could grasp your knees to keep you like that, but your pants hugged at your ankles like restraints.

Those eyes of his were basically neon green they were glowing, and he stared at your clothed core, and you tightened in response. Could he see the flex of your pussy?  

“You got wet from sucking me, hm... How delightful.” His finger went to your waist, tugging under the band, and it snapped apart. He tore your underwear from you and exposed your vagina to the air, the coolness hitting your burning heat, wetness growing.

“Ahh, B-barb-"

His tails were hovering your vagina, twitching, and you leaned your head down to watch. You couldn’t see much past your belly as he lifted you up, but you knew what his intentions were.

You begged for it, “please, inside...”

He did not hesitate. His tail slowly went inside your pussy, thick, slimy, softly scaled. It was bigger than you figured, and you tightened down and wiggled your hips.

He tore his glove off with his teeth, and his bare finger circled your clit, the sparks of pleasure helping the stretch. “It’s okay, you can take it. Be a good kitty.”

You clenched down on him again and he winced for a second, but then his tail slithered deeper and flicked at the tip to hit that spot inside and you saw stars, clutching the table at each end with clawed hands.

“You’re damaging the wood,” he said with a bit of humor, but did nothing to stop you. His finger circled your clit faster and harder, and you were close but still felt like it wasn’t enough.

That was when his second tail spread your cheeks apart to press to your anus, slimy from the wetness leaking from your pussy. You were not ready for that, not now.

You cried, “nnngg, not there, please.” Your own tail swooshed in the air, a nervous twitch, and a warning that you did not like that.

Barbatos kissed your inner thigh, holding your knee wider with one hand as his tail fucked you, sloppy sounds echoing in the room along with your heavy panting. “I know, beautiful thing, I won’t.” He left the tail tip there, slipping over your hole to join the other at your pussy, pressing against its twin. “You can take two, can you not?”

You tensed and sobbed. “P-please,” you desperately wanted to be torn open.

He grinned, sharp teeth, and shoved his second tail in along with the other. You arched your back and tossed your head to the side and sobbed, burning and intense pleasure/pain encompassing you. “Ahhhgg~”

The pace he set was fast and rough, the double tails slipping in and out and scrapping at the best parts of you, no time to adjust. “You’re so sweet, yet so naughty. I want to feel your pussy on my cock someday.”

“Uhh, yes, yes, want that-”

“Hm, I know you do.”

He was so himself like this. Barbatos was commanding and sure in his movements, and it was perfection. His head went between your legs and his mouth found your clit and licked and kissed wet and sloppily. You wished you could watch as he did, but your position only let you see his head bobbing, and his tail motioning in and out between your thighs.

He kept his mouth on your clit, swishing his tongue back and forth. “Purr for me, kitty,” he pulled back to say, and then with insane speed he fucked you with his serpent tails and licked you, like a vibrator toy for your clit.

The heat was reaching your belly in a boiling point now. Your body was hot, tense, and your toes curled, and then with an arched back, your belly tightened up and you were finished. “Cumming, Barb, cummiinnnnggg~” you exclaimed, spurting all over.  

It lasted a few moments, but felt like longer. You kept your eyes shut and felt the excess amount of your own juices dripping out. The sparks went with the beat of your heart as you calmed down, almost like an exposed wire feeling every single thing. Your shirt was sweaty. Your throat sore, from both screaming your pleasure and holding some back. There was a little bit of tears drying on your cheeks.

When you did open your eyes, Barbatos was hovering over your head, smiling that gentle smile, this time it reached his kind eyes. “So pretty for me,” Barbatos murmured, kissing your cheek. “I need to clean you up now.”

You hummed, shutting your eyes as fireworks popped up in your vision. “Mmm, clean up,” you copied.

He chuckled, and lifted you up in his arms, and you whined but allowed it. “Come on kitty, you can have another nap after.”

You sighed. “Love naps.”

“I gathered that. You may be a second Belphegor and we just don’t know it.”

You giggled. “Mmmm.” What a silly thing to say.

_+_

“She looks exhausted,” Lucifer commented. He had a slight smirk in his eyes and on his lips, but not enough for the average person to see.

Barbatos shared a similar look. “Oh yes, we had an eventful evening, didn’t we?” You flushed red, ignoring the question, and he went on, holding out a few containers. “Here. To take home with you. The feast will begin in a few hours, but I know Beel will like to have some extras.” Barbatos handed you the boxes. “Thank you for all your help today, Kitten. Anytime you want to stop by, feel free.” The green of his eyes shone, mischievous.

You held in the whine, because you  did  want to visit again. But the teasing was too much and you were exhausted mentally and physically. You didn’t even want to be standing right then.

You looked at Lucifer and asked, “Master, can we go home now?”

“Yes, we can.” He took the leash from Barbatos and you both left Lord Diavolo’s castle for the House of Lamentation.

And if Lucifer noticed the limp in your walk, he said nothing on it.  

Thankfully you were not in trouble. Your Masters, it seemed, did not care if you shared yourself. But you had to wonder the limitations of that... you’d ask another time.

So, you went home to rest before the feast, but in the end you did not go. You actually stayed behind with Levi who had plans to be online that night (Diavolo played video games, you heard, so he excused the Envy demon).

Snuggled up with him on the beanbag you lazily watched him play, occasionally getting soft pets between battles. It was boring to just watch, but you had enough excitement. This was a perfect way to end a sweet day.

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A Thorough Review of the Black Widow Costumes Through the Years

Let's look at how the design has changed from IM2 to finally getting her own movie. (no spoilers)

We'll talk about what features each one has, how it works as representation for the (usually) sole female Avenger, and how they compare to each other. Plus what I personally feel about her different hair styles because they are very important to me (as a redhead).

Iron Man 2 (2010)

Features:

- Utility belt

- Garrote

- Black Widow symbol on high waist belt

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holster

- Flat-soled boots

- Smoke bomb discs

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (blue)

Hair rating: 9/10

Crazy impractical and with weird implications (her real hair is a wig but her fake hair is real??), but I love it

Female representation:

So, as I mentioned in my other analysis, this is a definite departure from what she's wearing in the comics. As her first appearance, that is really all we have to compare to. Those costumes tended to look more like a bodysuit with limited practicality, and was often depicted as unzipped significantly. The translation to screen might have disappointed some dudebros, but I love it. This looks like an actually useful thing to wear into a fight. It may be figure-hugging, but it doesn't emphasize any T&A or whatever. The shoes are even not heeled for once! It reminds me of the armor in Wonder Woman (vs that of Justice League) - it was clearly designed from a place of usefulness instead of solely how it would look on screen.

I know that her role in IM2 has been called a sexist caricature, but I don't think it is (something I talked about here). Compared to many of her depictions in the comics prior to 2010 and other representations of her archetype (female spy), this is top notch work.

Compared to other suits:

This suit is blue while the rest are black (or white). They talked in the special features about that decision, apparently as a way to make it less sexy. I don't know if that worked out, but props for thinking about it. The metallic gray of her accoutrements looks really good in contrast with the blue.

It clearly establishes things that all of them have - the BW symbol on a belt, a utility belt, thigh holster(s), Widow's Bites. It is less complicated than some of the others, but it gives her the opportunity to use every gadget in her arsenal (something the others tend not to do as well). It also (seems) to have flat soles on the boots, which we won't see again for a long time.

In terms of fabric, it seems to be all faux leather. It has piping down the center of each side all the way down, which many of the futures ones will feature. The collar is a bit longer and more open than we'll see until the BW movie. She does have two guns in one scene, but only appears to have one holster for some reason.

The Avengers (2012)

Features:

- Utility belt

- Black Widow symbol on high-waist belt

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (blue)

Hair rating: 6/10

Shorter is more practical potentially, but I feel like this just gets in her eyes even more. Plus it's the least realistic color, which may match the brighter colors of this film, but I'm not a big fan.

Female representation:

As with the previous one, this is a great change from the comics. And while some promotional material may have featured, um, interesting angles for her, the suit itself is not especially objectifying. The zipper is undone perhaps more in this one than in the others, but it's not like it becomes more so as the movie progresses.

As well as being impractical, the wedge heels do feel like a step down in representation as well. I can't imagine that fighting is easier in wedges than with flat soles. So I might rate this lower than the previous one, but not by much.

Compared to other suits:

As with the original, the suit is all the same fabric. This time it is black, which will continue to be the case. There is now a distinct high color (that will also be a staple going forward). The boots are now wedges, something that has the misfortune of continuing. I realize that she is fairly short and has to share the screen with much taller men (unlike the previous appearance, where it was a solo scene), but still. They aren't practical for fighting.

The low-waist utility belt and high-waist Black Widow symbol combo is repeated here, as are the fingerless gloves and thigh holsters (though now with a second one). The chest now has v-shaped details, while the lines down her legs look to have made a reappearance.

This one seems to be the most uncomfortable, if you ask me. She moves more stiffly in it (especially in the interrogation scene) and the fabric doesn't move with her as much as the previous or subsequent versions. It's my least favorite, as iconic as it is.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

Features:

- Utility belt

- Garrote (presumed; she has it when in civilian clothes)

- Grappling hook

- Black Widow symbol on high-waist inset

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (very small)

- Wedge-heeled boots (I think?)

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (blue)

Hair rating: 7/10

I love the color but I would rather it be longer. And it's too straight - I like the scene where it's a little damp and curlier.

Female representation:

First, it's important to note how little of the movie she is wearing this suit. For the vast majority of her screen time (and she has a LOT of screen time in this movie), she is wearing casual clothes. I talk about them individually here, but none of them are objectifying or anything. Because of that, it really adds to the practical and realistic vibe that this movie has (which is good representation).

The suit itself also looks far more practical, just based on the fabric. It moves easily and looks like it actually breathes (how hot were the last two??). The leather look from the comics is reduced for something more useful - leather accents to allow movement as well as protection. The double-belt situation is similarly left for a more practical approach - wearing multiple belts has to be complicated if not uncomfortable.

I think the wedge heels continue, though it is hard to tell. The leather accents could easily have emphasized her chest but they don't (despite how it might look on certain posters). The high collar looks like it might actually protect her neck and she now has (small) knee pads. While the previous two were a good departure from the comics in terms of representation/practicality, this feels like it starts to come into its own as what an Agent of SHIELD might actually wear.

Compared to other suits:

As mentioned, it keeps the staples of thigh holster, Widow's Bites, utility belt, and fingerless gloves. The gadgets she uses are also used when she's wearing her regular clothes, so must be easily detachable to wear all the time. The leather is used as an accent instead of the whole, which will continue going forward. I assume it made it more comfortable and was subsequently insisted on.

Other than that, it has little screen time and is fairly simple. We see her use much of her arsenal in the opening scene on the Lumerian Star, but then we don't see it again until the almost the very end. Most of her arsenal is seen later without the suit, which is a unique feature of this film (it happens briefly in CACW as well but I don't think it does otherwise).

The Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)

Features:

- Utility belt with Black Widow symbol

- Batons

- Blue piping

- Full gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (regular-sized)

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (unused)

Hair rating: 7/10

Basically the same as Avengers, but I do like it slightly better. The color is a bit more natural, so it gets a higher rating.

Female representation:

She wears this suit for a lot of the screen time of this movie despite not really using her arsenal very much. I'm pretty sure she never uses her Widow's Bites at all, let alone her other staples (garrote, grappling hook, etc.). It all kind of adds to the fact that she spends little time doing any actual fighting - she brings down like 3 dudes and then babysits Clint in the opening battle. She fights like 3-4 more in South Africa before being brainwashed. She does fight a number of Ultrons in the final battle, but not for very much time. So this suit, despite definitely standing out in terms of design, doesn't really get much action and emphasizes how pared down her role on the team is (something I talk more about here).

Additionally, this is the only suit where there are obvious cups on the chest. Maybe because of her real-life pregnancy, I don't know. But I do find it off-putting, especially in the scene where she's laying on her back (in Tony's vision). The camera angles really emphasize her chest in this movie and the outfit does nothing to help refocus the gaze onto her as a person. Which is a shame because otherwise I really like the direction this one takes the idea of her suit in. But, as a curvy person myself, I can guarantee that 1) she is wearing a bra under this and 2) wearing cups over cups is horrible. So this was not done with her in mind and just really ends up reinforcing how she's barely more than a love interest in this movie.

Compared to other suits:

This suit is much more complicated than the previous one and adds a few new staples for the concept of her suits. First, it has batons - they are glowing and blue, which will not continue, but it is something she is shown as having for the rest of the movies. It makes sense for this one and the next movie (Civil War) especially as a way to give her a main weapon that is nonlethal. She can't be shooting her teammates in Civil War, obviously, and the same goes for Age of Ultron. The rest of the heroes tend to be able to knock out their enemies (even if the impact trauma would likely result in death, we can PG-13 our way to saying everyone fine). And her signature weapon being Glocks is... not great for that. It works in CATWS because that was a gritty movie where people were definitely dying in fights, but this movie has a more cartoonish (or comic-book-y) approach to combat. And Natasha being the only one straight-up murdering folks wasn't going to fly. Hence, batons.

She also has substantial knee pads, which I'm sure Heidi Moneymaker appreciates! There were some slight ones in the CATWS suit, but now they're more obvious and will continue to be so for the rest of the films. She also has real gloves that cover her fingers instead of fingerless gloves. Now, in IM2 and CATWs, she needed her fingers for hacking into computers, I imagine. But regular gloves are generally more helpful, I think. The Widow's Bites also look to have been upgraded, though I can't think of a moment when they're actually used to show it. The utility belt now has the BW symbol on it instead of it being an additional symbol on her waist, which makes sense. Finally, it has gone back to the more leathery look, though now looking a bit more like kevlar than just leather (or pleather). It helps make sense for her to be able to hold her own with the rest of the Avengers as it is a definitely jump upward in defense and offense.

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Features:

- Utility belt

- Batons

- Black Widow symbol on high-waist inset

- Full gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (blue; now with projectiles)

Hair rating: 9/10

Again, I know it's not practical. It's probably more practical than her initial appearance, but it's definitely one of my favorites. The color is perfect, the style is the most flattering we've seen, I love it.

Female representation:

Thankfully, the cups are gone. Sadly the wedges remain. The leather is gone almost entirely, so this looks very breathable and practical. the knee pads are still here, despite the rest of the suit being much less complicated than the AOU version.

This one is a lot like the one in CATWS, so I don't have much to add here that I didn't say up there. I would say this one feels more feminine in the design than the CATWS suit, likely due to the seams being more central and emphasizing her wasp waist (instead of just being at the edges of her torso). I don't feel like that is objectifying, but ymmv.

Compared to other suits:

The vertical seams from the IM2 and CATWS suits have returned, now more pronounced. The BW symbol being inset with a separate utility belt has also returned. It does make sense to compare the IM2, CATWS, and CACW with each other, as they appear to follow a continuum. The Avengers and AOU suits are somewhat similar to each other but definite diverge from these others.

As mentioned above, she retains her batons and they are very important in a battle against her teammates. I don't remember her Glocks being used at all, actually (correct me in the replies if I'm wrong!). She does use much of her arsenal in other scenes, including her Widow's Bites on Crossbones and on T'Challa. For the first, we see that she has her gadgets despite being in civilian clothes. For the second, we see that now her Bites include a projectile so she can still do ranged attacks.

The Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

Features:

- Utility belt with Black Widow symbol

- Utility vest

- Batons/staff (with backpack)

- Shoulder armor

- Fingerless gloves

- Elbow guards (armor)

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (unused)

Hair Rating: 0/10

No longer red. Where are her eyebrows? I hate this. It is a bit better in Endgame, where she at least has eyebrows. But I'm very happy when it grows out.

Female representation:

This is probably best best we've seen. She and Steve both have their old suits from CACW and are obviously worn down a bit and modified to reflect the last few years they've been Secret Avengers. And that also importantly puts them both visually on the same footing - they are co-leads of the team and they dress like it as well as act like it.

There is basically nothing about this outfit that isn't utilitarian, except for her boots (which I think are wedges, but honestly I'm not sure). The vest doesn't even emphasize her chest as much as any of the previous costumes (and many of them didn't really, but this is less so). I know I'm not thrilled about the hair (which obviously also has a utilitarian purpose), but this really is the top of the list for representation. She looks great but nothing is designed to make her - any male character could be wearing the same thing.

Compared to other suits:

Definitely the most war-like of her suits. She is a spy, after all, so it needed some modifications to be ready for battle. Her knee pads are even more substantial, and she know has bits of armor on her shoulders and elbows as well. She can still move easily, but has some actual protection from attacks that she hasn't really had before.

Her batons make a staff now and she has a little armored backpack for them, which is nice. There are lot of details to make this a more substantial costume than she has been wearing, taking cues from her AOU suit but also looking like it might be something she put together on the run. The vest looks great - you could probably put so much stuff in there, you wouldn't even know.

Anyway, this looks like it is the CACW suit with the AOU utility belt, new batons, new pads, same boots, some previous iteration of fingerless gloves (CATWS?). I really like all those touches to make it look like what she could do while lacking the resources of being an Avenger.

The Avengers: Endgame (2019)

Features:

- Utility Belt with Black Widow symbol

- Grappling hook

- Batons (with backpack)

- Shoulder armor

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Wedge-heeled boots

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (unused)

Hair rating: 10/10

I love the color, with red going into blond. Very pretty and not something you see often. I love braids, and it's great she actually has her hair out of her face for once.

Female representation:

I'd say this is a step down from IW, but definitely better than AOU. The front details clearly outline her bust, even if they then cut through it so that it is not overly emphasized. It is still more than I would prefer, with no clear reason to exist. The plates on her stomach are presumably to allow movement as well as protection, but why is her chest basically bare of these? Not the greatest.

She continues to wear wedges, which is unfortunate. However, she does still have many of the pads she had in IW (shoulder and knee) which are large enough to be useful. But I don't know - she doesn't really do any fighting in this outfit (just briefly against Clint, where the stakes are much more emotional than related to combat). And the detailing on the chest and thighs seems a little weird to me, so I might rate this the same as the AOU suit.

Compared to other suits:

We're back to a more Kevlar look like in AOU. The belt is the same as IW or AOU as well, with the symbol on it. I'm not sure the utility belt serves much utility, though - it doesn't look like it has much ability to store things. We now have red accents, especially with the Widow's Bites, which is fun. Her batons are different from IW but still have a backpack for them.

Visually, this one does look pretty different from the others. It has no leather and appears to be Kevlar, perhaps like AOU. But the silhouette and the detailing are pretty different and unique to this suit. The staples are still there (high collar, wedge boots, thigh holsters, etc.), but the bodysuit itself is unique for this appearance.

Black Widow (2021)

Features:

- Utility belt with Black Widow symbol

- Batons/staff (with backpack)

- Shoulder armor

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Flat boots with tread

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (unused)

Hair rating: 10/10

Best color, great style. I LOVE braids! Especially as a way to get her hair out of her face.

Female representation:

Chronologically, this comes right after CACW and before IW. The shape of the chest on both this and the next one are pretty different from the CACW suit and more reminiscent of the vest in IW. As far as representation goes, I think that's a step up. Especially given the fact that she is wearing white - it is never see-through or gives an excuse to ogle her.

She actually has flat soles on the boots again, at last. Overall, it is very practical - maybe not as practical as IW, but very close to it. She has bits of armor again and her utility belt and backpack look very useful.

The comics also feature Natasha in a white suit. And it is... well, not always the most empowering, shall we say. Unlike this one - I really like how the detail on the chest breaks up the white space, which could otherwise be pretty easily draw the eye to her breasts. There is a change in the style to fit around her chest but it doesn't draw the attention to them. So I think it's great, and especially for something that is all white.

Compared to other suits:

Again, given the chronology, it makes sense for her to have a belt similar to the AOU or IW versions. It also has the armored parts that the IW one does. Basically, this takes a lot of inspiration from the IW suit and seems like a pretty reasonable suit to have at about the same time (slightly before). The collar is more like her original IM2 outfit, though. I can't say much more without getting into spoiler territory, but I think it takes the best parts of her previous suits and puts them all together.

Features:

- Utility belt with Black Widow symbol

- Batons/staff (with backpack)

- Knife

- Shoulder armor

- Fingerless gloves

- Thigh holsters

- Knee pads (armor)

- Flat boots with tread

- Two Glock 26s

- Widow's Bites (red)

Hair rating: 11/10

Love it, this is what she should have been doing (or some version of it) for all of the movies. It's feminine but also perfect for the fight situation. By far my favorite.

Female representation:

This seems like her most detailed suit, especially with the grey and black outlined in white. It's a definitely departure from the rest and I think it is in the best possible way. It doesn't look exactly gender-less, but there is nothing about it to emphasize that a woman is wearing it. Or, rather, to emphasize the woman as being made up of parts - it's a cohesive whole.

It looks at least close to as practical as her IW suit, though less prepared for open combat and more for spycraft (which makes sense). I especially like the strap across her chest, given that it is a perfectly good place for a strap to go when securing things on your back but is something generally avoided by her other costumes. For some reason...

Compared to other suits:

The design is a lot like her white suit. While it has a lot of the detailing that her Endgame suit had, that one felt a little off to me. A little too much emphasis on her feminine form. But this one seems almost designed to distract from that - or at least with her being female as low on the list of reasons for its design. I would still put the IW suit above it, but only very slightly. I again can't get into too much more with this one because the movie is barely out, but it's a great suit.

So, overall, she has a lot of the same features consistently throughout her suits. We might not see all of her gadgets in each appearance, but pretty much what was established in IM2 continues to exist throughout the MCU. The batons are the only real addition in AOU, replacing her Glocks as her primary weapon. The base fabric changes a lot in the suit itself, but the shape tends to be the same overall with some different details on the torso to set them apart from each other. Here are my final rankings:

Best hair: Black Widow (2021) in the black suit

Best representation: Infinity War (2018), followed by the ones where she has flat shoes (IM2, BW)

Suits from least favorite to favorite:

#9 Age of Ultron

#8 Endgame

#7 Avengers

#6 Iron Man 2

#5 Captain America: Winter Soldier

#4 Captain America: Civil War

#3 Black Widow white suit

#2 Infinity War

#1 Black Widow black suit

Thanks for reading! Check out my other costume ratings here

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Heyyyy, love your writing. I always get pretty giddy when I see a new update from you! Was wondering if I could request a RenoXReader with a date night planned, both dressed to the nines but the outfits kind of lead to them not being able to get out of the kitchen. The smuttier, the better. Much love xoxo

The smuttier the better you say??? challenge accepted! Also thank you so much that’s so kind of you to say! xx

 Even though you had worked for Shin-Ra for a number of years, you had never attended the staff functions. You always felt like they were overly political. It was usually full of people either there because they had to show their faces, trying to get their company ideas heard, or looking for an opportunity to sleep their way up the company ladder.

“It won’t be that bad! We’ll get dressed up, have some free booze and watch people make fools of themselves.” Reno said, trying his best to persuade you to come with him. He, like the rest of the Turks, was expected to be there and he would rather not have the lecture from Tseng on Monday morning. You looked at him to find him doing his best puppy dog eyes at you, knowing that you could never resist them.

“hmpf fine. What’s the dress code?” you said, giving in to his charm. He smiled widely at you “Ah it’s a fancy event, so go all out.” You were just about to open your mouth to protest, but Reno was out the door yelling back to you how he’d pick you up at 7. You looked down at your watch. 2pm. Best leave work a bit early and go dress shopping.

You had just finished applying the final touches to your makeup when you hear Reno let himself into your apartment with the key you had given him. “I won’t be long, just putting my shoes on and I’ll be there.” you called out to him as you stood in front of your full-length mirror, smoothing out your dress.

You had gone for a black long-sleeved dress. It had a deep v-neck, which showed off your cleavage just enough to be sexy by still classy. It was a long dress but there was a slit on one of the sides that exposed one of your legs from the mid-thigh down. You stepped into your heeled black shoes and picked up your clutch, before walking out of your bedroom.

Reno was stood in your kitchen, leant up against the countertop. His hair was styled the same as it always was, but he was missing his goggles. His black suit and half-open white shirt were replaced by a dark green and black checked suit with a black shirt. His shirt was buttoned to the top and he was even wearing a tie of the same design as his suit. You couldn’t help but pause as you took in his appearance. The suit fit his slim form perfectly and you couldn’t deny that the sight of him sent a tingle down your spine.

“Well, don’t you look handsome.” You said, making him look up at you. As soon as his eyes fell upon you he stood upright. His lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. You shuffled slightly awkwardly as his eyes raked up your form. He always thought you were stunning, but he had never seen you dressed up like this and quite frankly, he was speechless. “It’s too much isn’t it?” you said, now self-conscious about your dress choice. “I’ll do a grab a cardigan or something.” You moved to walk back to your bedroom, but Reno caught your wrist in his hand. He spun you to face him again, but this time he was much closer to you. “Don’t. You look perfect.” His usual cheeky expression was replaced by a much more serious one. The smell of his aftershave and the deep look in his eyes were making you dizzy with desire.

His hand ghosted down your side, feeling the soft fabric that hugged your body in the best possible way. You rested your hands on his toned chest. The air was thick with anticipation before your lips finally met. You could tell he was taking extra care in his kisses, trying to preserve your lipstick as much as possible. He was doing so well until he let his hands roam to cup your backside, pulling you closer to him. His trousers were getting impossibly tight, and when you shifted slightly, adding some friction, he groaned into the kiss. You took this as an opportunity to bite his bottom lip lightly. He responded by deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to coax yours into a dance.

Your hands instinctively moved up to his hair. The feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp made Reno grind his hips into yours. He turned you both around, so now you were the one up against the counter. He broke the kiss to lift you up onto the counter. “We’re definitely going to be late if we carry on.” You spoke, but you didn’t really care. Right now, all you wanted was Reno. He hummed as he began kissing down your neck, making his way to your cleavage. “It’s fine, I’m not exactly going to be lasting long with you looking like that.”

His answer made you laugh out loud, but that laugh was cut off by the feeling of Reno's hands travelling up your legs, lifting your dress at the same time. Reno let out a small groan at the sight of your panties. “Fuck y/n, you tryna kill me?” his voice drawled out as he bit his lip as the sign, thumbs gently massaging your thighs. “Well, it was actually my ploy to get us to leave the party a bit early” you said with a smirk. Reno raised an eyebrow “Oh really? And how were you going to play your trump card?” His mouth was now ghosting over yours as his hands made slow work of lowing your pretty red lace panties.

You eyes were locked and your smirk grew wider. “Well…” you started as your hand felt down his chest. “I would have excused myself from one of your boring work conversations.” His fingers were now stroking up and down your already soaked lips. You tried your best to not moan at his touch and carried on talking. “Then I would have gone the bathroom to take a pic.” Your hand travelled further down his form. “And then, I would have sent it to you, while I got out coats. Just waiting for us to get home, so you could bend me over…”You cupped his tense bulge, squeezing enough to get a gasp from the redhead in front of you. “…and fuck me.”

Something seemed to flip in Reno at the sound of those last three words. In a flash, you were flipped over and bent over the kitchen counter. Strong hands massaged your ass cheeks before he pushed two fingers into you. You cried out at the sudden intrusion. His fingers curled slightly and he moved his hand in an up and down motion. He knew just how to hit that spot that drove you crazy. He was impatient in his movements. If you hadn’t been so turned on, you would have been embarrassed by the noise of him pumping into you with his fingers. When he felt you start to clench, he moved his other hand to circle over your clit, quickly making you cum around his fingers.

Once you came down from your high, Reno wasted no time in pulling down his trousers and pants just enough to release his cock. He rubbed it up and down your entrance a couple times before he sunk into you. “Fuck! Shit, you’re so perfect” he said, stilling to briefly savour the feeling of your smooth, tight walls gripping onto him. You too let out a low moan “Fuck Reno, you feel so good.”

He did a few slow, deep strokes before he couldn’t hold back any more. The small kitchen was filled with the sounds of slapping skin, grunts, moans and heavy breathing. His hands had a vice grip on your hips. You could feel that he was getting close, so you intentionally clenched around him. His thrusts stuttered and he spilled into you, muttering a string of cures words as he did.

He had his head resting on your shoulder as he caught his breath. When he finally pulled out of you, you turned your head to plant a kiss on his lips. “Did I tell you how hot you look in that suit?” you said with a smile. He let out a breathy laugh “Thanks babe. I guess your dress is alright.” He said giving you a wink.

You quickly went to the bathroom to clean up and fix your make up. When you came out again Reno was on the phone “Yeah, I know. We’re in traffic. Listen partner, I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He was ushering you out of the house, as he spoke.

[instasiswetrust]

Stripper AU (Dwight/David)

It was during the end of one of their many playdates, when soft kisses and cuddling replaced taunting words and leather implements, that David first posed the idea.

"Luv, ye think ye would 'er be up to choking me between yer thighs?" He had asked as Dwight spooned him from behind, an embarrassed blush tinting his cheeks a light pink.

Dwight had choked on his breath, coughing madly as he tried to get air back inside his lungs. By the time he could talk again, David was looking at him with concern, a hand on his cheek. He somehow managed to croak out an "Are you serious?"

David's brow furrowed but he tried to hide it behind a chuckle. It sounded too forced to be real though. "Forget 'bout it, darling. It's no big deal."

And that had been the end of the topic. Dwight hadn't wanted to push anymore and David didn't seem to want to talk anymore, shutting the dancer off with kisses whenever he tried to talk.

All in all, the request wasn't strange, he had heard a few stories of the like during dinner at the dorms, but what really surprised Dwight was that David wanted him of all people for this. It probably shouldn't though, he knew the British man practically worshipped the ground he walked on, be it at The Auris or outside of it.

So he did what he always did when he wasn't sure about something new but was curious enough to try it. He went to Danny.

Danny brought out a watermelon.

"Crush it."

Dwight was very confused, staring at his friend and mentor like he had grown a second head. "What?"

Danny rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. "Crush it. With your thighs. It's not rocket science, Dwicky."

So Dwight does. He puts the watermelon between his thighs on the chair, tensing the muscles in his legs until he hears a telltale crack. It had taken a minute or two but he had managed with very little difficulty. He guessed all that pole dancing practiced had its merits.

"Alright now you know how much force it takes to crush a watermelon. You know what that feels like. A human person can take half of that. You get it?" The redhead said patiently although the wicked grin he was giving Dwight made it clear that the little lesson would cost him.

Danny had made him promise to tell him the full details once he was done with David to which Dwight blushed but ended up agreeing. In any case, he knew the redhead wouldn't judge him, only tease him a bit.

Now it was just a matter of bringing the topic up the next time he saw David.

Or at least that had been the plan but the brawler hadn't come to The Auris in two weeks and Dwight was starting to get worried. The old anxieties had started resurfacing again, thoughts of David being like Felix haunted him. He was so dumb to be crushing on his clients.

It was at the end of the third week that David finally came back.

Dwight wanted to talk to him before his shift started but David did not show any intentions to request the usual dance which confused him. Still not ready to give up, he talked with Susie and she agreed to deliver his note.

By the end of his set, he was glad to find out David not only had read his note but was waiting for him in his "Realm". It was a fancy way to call the back rooms in which a dancer took a Tier 3 client. Each room was made to fit the theme of their on-stage character, and while some (like Anna's with her cozy cabin interior, or Adiris with her Babylonian temple theme) were pretty cool, it had taken Dwight a whole month to get used to the one tailored for him.

You see, when your onstage name is Mimic, it's sort of easy to know what to expect. Mirrors made up the ceiling and one of the walls of the room, the wallpaper formed intricate lace-like patterns in black and white. The furniture was either reflective or see-through, lots of glass, plexiglass, and plastic. Hell, even the toys inside the glass closet were either see-through, white, or black.

Now, Dwight didn't think he was too bad looking but he wasn't above average in any way, no matter what his small following or David might say. So the stupid amount of mirrors had only served to be unnerving at first. His first time with Danny had been in that room, and while the redhead had seemed to enjoy being able to look at himself from several angles, Dwight had been too nervous to truly appreciate.

He wants to say it was his new self-worth after the Felix fiasco that managed to make him comfortable with the mirrors at last, but then he would be lying. Embarrassing as it was to admit, it was one of his first playdates with David that finally had made it click for him.

David had wanted to be tied up to a chair and "forced" to watch Dwight pleasure himself without his help. It was once he dropped his head back in the middle of a moan that his reflection on the ceiling had startled him. The person in the mirror looked sexy, smug, and well put together. Someone in charge despite being the one on the receiving end of things. And that was him.

A hand on his shoulder pulls him out of his thoughts and when he glances up he meets hazel eyes. Adiris was already tall but with the six-inch heels she wore for work, she easily towered over most of them. She must've noticed his confused expression because a smile curled her crimson lips.

"I saw you standing still in the middle of the hallway and thought it weird since you left so quickly after the set." Her voice is honey soft, bringing back memories of his mom. He missed her, probably should try to call her this weekend. "Is everything alright, my dear?"

Dwight blinks, nods. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I think I just got lost in my thoughts for a bit."

"That so?" She chuckles softly, honey and caramel, sweet and familiar. "Alright, dear, but remember not to leave your clients waiting for too long or Ms. Entity might be displeased."

She leaned down to press a kiss to the side of his head, drawing a smile from him, before leaving in the direction of her room. Right. Dwight had a surprise for David and he hoped the man would enjoy it.

A quick change of wardrobe and then he was stepping into his backroom, the telltale click of stilettos on black floorboards letting his presence be known. It was his favorite pair of knee-high stilettos with the top part framed in white lace, leaving most of his pale, freckled thighs bare for everyone to see. A pair of black lace boxer briefs, and striped black and white suspenders finish the look. He's stopped bothering with wearing a shirt long before now, knowing how much David enjoys the sight of his freckled back and shoulders.

Talking about David…

The brunette had instantly sat up on the bed when he heard the door closing, and now he was looking at Dwight with lips parted and a dazed look in his eyes. A barely-there blush colored his tanned cheeks. It brought a giggle to Dwight's lips.

"That good?" He asked innocently, stepping closer until he was just out of reach.

David blinked, licking his lips before speaking. " Are uh… Are those new?"

A smirk, as he hooks his thumbs just under the white waistband of his boxer briefs. David's gulp makes his Adam apple bob. "Oh, these? Yeah. I saw them at the mall and had to buy them. You like them?"

He nods, looking like he's about to say something but his brows furrowed and he looks away. A spark of worry ignites inside Dwight's chest. Did he do something wrong?

"David…?" Dwight reaches out a tentative hand to cup the brunette's cheek, the tense knot in his chest easing somewhat when his hand isn't instantly slapped away. "What's the matter? Are you alright?"

The thing about BDSM and playdates like the ones they had, is that a lot of honesty and trust had to be involved. David had to trust Dwight would take care of him, and Dwight had to trust David would be honest with him and let him know whenever something was wrong be it during a scene or in their weird sort of relationship as a whole.

It's because of this that David dares open his mouth, voicing the worries he had been harboring since the last time they saw each other. "Last time we were talking I just… I know ye probably didn't mean it but the way ye reacted? I sorta… I guess it embarrassed me. Thought maybe ye'd think I was weird or something."

Dwight kind of wanted to hit himself for that one. He knew he had offended David at the time but he didn't know it was this big, and honestly, he was dumb of ass for not making the connection himself. After all, they were always most susceptible during aftercare.

He leans down and presses a light kiss to David's lips, looking apologetic. "I'm really sorry for making you feel like that, David. I assure you that I wasn't put off by your question, much less did it make me think of you any differently. I uh…" And here he blushes, scratching at his cheek with one finger. "It's just something I hadn't done before and was surprised you would suggest it. But I'm prepared now if you still want to?"

"Oh." His partner seemed delighted with the suggestion but he quirked an eyebrow after a moment. "You said you hadn't done it before but now you're prepared?"

Dwight instantly caught the meaning in his words and shook his head, pressing a firm kiss against David's lips for reassurance. "I asked Ghostface and he had me practice using watermelons. You're still the only person I've cleared for Tier 3."

David tries to hide how pleased he is about that tidbit of information but Dwight has known him for long enough to be able to read him. It's been six months since he gave him Tier 3 access, and almost a whole year since Dwight started working at The Auris. He tries not to think too much about how quickly time passes.

At some point during their conversation, Dwight has found his place on David’s lap, the brunette wrapping his arms around him and keeping him pressed against his chest. It was comfortable and he felt tempted to close his eyes and take a nap, but he couldn't do that. Not until he had given David his gift.

“So…” He started, pressing a series of kisses along the brunette's neck and jaw. “Do you still want to choke between my thighs?”

“Hell yes!” David’s words came out in an exhale as if just the thought of that was enough to leave him breathless.

Dwight giggled, extracting himself from his partner's hold and standing to his full height. “Okay then, I'm going to need your safewords and a little rundown of exactly what your fantasy was so I can get a general idea of what you want.”

[burnedbyshoto]

Usagi and Hito

Kinktober Day 31 ~ kink: seduction

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warning: cussing, smut

word count: 5,544

a/n: so this is a prequel to Attraction, you don’t have to read attraction to read this!!!! just know that reader and shouto are bitter rivals. sorry its... 8 days late BAHAHAHA. shit forgot to mention usagi means bunny and hito is short for hitokuchi which means bite (NO ITS NOT HITO AS IN MAN ALTHOUGH IT IS HILARIOUS IT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL)

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There were too many fucking people in this house.

Shouto’s eyes scanned over the crowds of people that were all dressed up in various costumes and disguises. He shifted as a girl in a “sexy” Danny Devito costume fell into his chest, her delirious and drunken giggles were like nails on a chalkboard to him.

“Whoops, sorry there sexy dark vampire,” she purred as her fingers trailed down his torso.

Yes, Todoroki Shouto showed up to a college costume party wearing a vampire costume. Not being one that interested in college parties, or buying a costume to wear only once, he had a very interesting costume designed. He wore a long-sleeved white dress shirt, the first few buttons were undone teasing his toned chest for wandering eyes. The shirt was tucked into black slacks, the material fitted and tight, as this was his typical formal outfit. He even sported a black cape that Tokoyami happened to have in the back of his closet as well.

Due to the nature of the party, and the fact that Kaminari and Kirishima refused to let him leave the house just like… well… that, his make up was done too. Fake fangs were pressed to his canines, using some of Kirishima’s red hair dye, they had made the white half of his hair red. It was slicked back except for a few locks that fell into his vision. Mina had come over to cover his scar, she had also added a sullen and tired look to his eyebags, contouring his cheeks for the heightened vampire look. They had even given him black colored contacts to make him that much more mysterious. More secretive. Fake blood dripped on the sides of his mouth, and there were puncture wounds on his neck.

All in all, his last-second costume that was arranged from what was in their apartment went rather smoothly. If anything was a testament to that claim was the fact that there was always some new girl grabbing him during every passing song.

Shouto, who was forced to attend this college party on the promise that his friends would drop their teasing about his terribly hidden feelings for y/n, was ready to leave. With a firm grasp, Shouto pushed the girl off of him as he yelled at Midoriya that he was getting a drink.

Pushing his way through the thicket of people, Shouto found himself finally in the kitchen. His eyes looked over the bowls filled with jungle juice, straight up soju, or bottles of other types of alcohol. Was there no goddamn water at this party?

Sliding his fingers against his gelled back hair, Shouto sighed as he made eye contact with a girl dressed in a plain oversized white shirt that read “costume.”

Her face turned red as she was caught staring and her eyes turned back onto the bowls of drinks.

“I like your costume,” Shouto tells her, hoping that maybe he could be lucky and not have to be around weirdos this entire night. Honestly, why was Halloween such a transformative night? Why did people have to take on a whole other alter ego?

“Oh, uh, thanks?” She squeaks looking down at her costume. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’m sort of the bartender here.”

“I’m not sure if serving cups counts as bartending…” Shouto admits as he looks at the ladle in her hand. “I’m okay, I was wanting water.”

“Oh!” The girl waves her hands as she laughs. Shouto watches her curiously as she places the ladle down and motions for him to follow her. “I’ll show you where they are so that you don’t have to ask.”

Grateful to get some water in his body, Shouto followed after her.

She walked into a closet and Shouto raised an eyebrow as he followed in after her. He didn’t really need to know where it was, he would be fine after a single water bottle.

The closet door closed heavily behind him, and Shouto’s eyes widened as her body was suddenly pressed against his. Her mouth immediately over his own as she kissed him. Her lips were drenched with the taste of alcohol. Reacting immediately, Shouto pushed the girl off of him, “What the hell was that?!”

“I know you’re Todoroki Shouto, right?” Her mouth whined, and Shouto groaned as he rolled his eyes.

Of course, just another girl interested in his family name, in his physical appearance.

“No. I’m not.”

“I saw you walking in with Midoriya-kun you are, but you don’t know who I am…”

“I’m not Todoroki.” Shouto insists. He wants to get out of this fucking closet, but the closet is too tight for him to move without him hurting her.

“You’re so obsessed about that one girl, y/l/n… do you even know that I have had almost every class with the two of you, and yet… you have only ever focused on her?! The two of you hate each other too!”

“Please let me go.”

“Promise you’ll talk to me in class then! Stop arguing with y/l/n and pay attention to me!”

“I don’t know who you are.”

Shouto manages to get his hand onto the doorknob and he stumbles out of the closet. The girl stumbling after Shouto as he walked away.

That was it, Shouto was done.

He was going back to the dorm.

Shouto stormed pass Ice Princesses, devils, sexy cowgirls, and Sailor Moons.

This “holiday” was a fucking joke, and he was never wrong for hating it.

Shouto’s eyes scanned the crowds of people for Midoriya’s green hair, for Kirishima’s red hair, for the blond hair of Kaminar i— anyone he knew! He couldn’t find them. Taking one last sweep of the faces in the crowd, Shouto’s eyes flickered over a girl by the opposite wall.

Long white hair that fell to the small of her back, y/e/c eyes staring at him through a lacey mask that covered her eyes. Dark red lips paired the brightest smile Shouto had seen this entire night, her makeup looked done. His eyes swept up to see black bunny ears in her hair. Looking down and even though there were crowds of people, he noticed the iconic black playboy bunny outfit. It hugged her body, accentuating the curves of her waist, pressing against her breasts in a way that was only suitable during Halloween. Fishnet tights lined the curves of her legs, and high heels on her feet.

Shouto blinked as he watched her head tilt and quickly realized that he had been caught staring.

He, however, did not panic as he blinked again. There was a red cup in her hand, and Shouto watched as she handed it to a friend of hers as she began weaving through the crowd. Now, Shouto wanted to leave, he really did, but for some reason, he felt trapped where he stood as she drew nearer and nearer.

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You had been enjoying this party so far. Despite the large crowd that came to what was supposed to be a small party, you and some of your other friends (who were surprisingly not your roommates) had found solace in a corner. Each of you had been waiting for the perfect guy to come around, and well, it was your turn. Most guys who approached you throughout the night were not people you wanted to ever try to get at. So you decided to play a little game.

Chicken.

You’d approach the first guy you caught staring at you who didn’t look away.

This redhead was the first to not look away the entire night. Most guys did return their gazes after the fact of being caught, but not this guy. So with a small “wish me luck!” you handed your untouched drink and walked over to this mystery man.

The sounds of hundreds of people talking, on top of the blaring music, by the time you approached this stranger you found yourself raising your voice to speak to him.

“I like your costume.” You said as you stepped close enough to him that your body ghosted against his own. “Where’d you get it?”

“My closet.”

Your eyes looked up at him, with a grin you nodded. “Yeah, I had this in my closet as well, ya know? Trying to not spend too much money.”

Your grin only widened as you watched the man roll his eyes as he too grinned. It was a good fucking look on him as your heart hammered the smallest of bits faster.

“Well, I have to admit it looks good.”

“Damn right you do!” You giggle as you press your hand against his chest. “Now, I don’t think I’ve met you before. Do I get a name?”

“You approached me, bunny,” He smirks at you, and your tongue swipes at your painted lips. “I think you owe me your name first.”

“I only approached you because you were giving me the bedroom eyes.” You tease as your finger pokes against his exposed chest. You stared at his face, there was something oddly familiar about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it given the terrible lighting.

“Well, I guess you don’t get my name.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Too bad,” you pout, but it’s broken by the grin that overcomes your features again. Leaning in closely, you chuckle as you see him bending in closer so that your lips brush against his ear as you whisper. “I really wanted to have something to moan when I get you in bed tonight.”

You giggle as you watch him stiffen and you pull away. Your eyes glisten in your increasing joy at the fact that his eyes are swimming with emotions that looks like he wouldn’t deny you.

“You’re a bit cocky.” He tells you, and you shrug as your arms wrap around his neck. Your teeth tug at your bottom lip as you feel his arms wrap around your waist.

“You’re a bit into it.”

He laughs and you can feel his body moving against your own, it’s a pleasant sound to your ears, a sound you want to hear more. God, maybe if you actually got him to fuck you tonight your friends would leave you alone about their theory about you and Shouto needing to fuck for you to be less stressed.

“I actually was on my way out.” He informs you as your hips slowly begin dancing in time with the bass of the song. You feel his hands grip around your hips, his hands repositioning where you were and thus increased the friction.

“Is that so? Is there anything I can do to make you stay?” You wonder aloud, your face centimeters from his own.

“Well, there is one thing.” He mumbles into your ear, his hot breaths raising the skin where it hits.

“Mhm?” You whisper, your heart hammering.

“I really want water.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or scream, but the soft laughter that hits your ears causes you to smile.

“You’re an idiot.” You sigh as you pull away from him, “Come on! The water is outside. Have you never been to Nejire’s parties before? She thinks that having water in the house kills the party mood!”

Your hand was in his as you pull him outside.

“You’re not taking me into the closet in the kitchen are you?”

You look at him strangely, but only shake your head as you continue walking and sure enough, the water was out there.

You watched in the chill of the night as the man drank the water, your eyes training on his jaw and how it moved with every chug. The costume you had was hot but definitely not practical as your body trembled in coldness.

“You cold?” The man asks you, and you giggle shaking your head.

Being outside you could hear the low timbre of his voice, something that sounded so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. Then again, you didn’t know anyone who was a complete redhead except for Kirishima!

“A true hoe never gets cold.” You say without thinking.

His quirked eyebrow sent you into a series of laughter as you tried waving off what you said.

“And here I thought what we had was special.” He sighs as he hands you his almost empty water bottle. “Want some water?”

“I can be a hoe and a prude,” You retort as you take the water bottle, you take a sip before returning it with a grateful smile. “Besides, Dracula, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be this eternal being who kidnaps virgins who don’t even get demon dick. Just their necks punctured.”

“Wow, that was prejudiced. Just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I’m Dracula.” He teases.

“Well, you’re no Edward Cullen.”

“Are those the only two vampires you know?”

“...maybe it is.”

“That was one more than me.”

You shake your head as you giggle, “Fine, I apologize, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you ready to go back inside?” You ask tilting your head back towards the party. “You owe me a dance.”

“I don’t remember ever agreeing to give you a dance.”

“I brought you to the water!”

“Fine.”

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Shouto’s never once thought in his life he would be in this situation.

Yuuei was not a party school, but it was still a university. Parties happened, but in his now third year enrolled in Yuuei, Shouto found himself at the biggest party ever thrown in campus history. But now there was a girl he didn’t know grinding into him as the music of the party drummed in his chest.

Her hands traveled up and down his chest, trailing against his exposed skin. Her hips made soft and wide movements against his crotch. It made no sense to Shouto, she should be off of the beat with how languid she was moving, but somehow — someway — she was in sync with the music and it was making his skin crawl in the best of ways.

Shouto stills against her dancing body as he feels her fingers graze his cheeks.

Eyes wide, he watches as with the pounding music she pulls him down.

He can’t hear her.

Not even a sound.

But he can read her lips clearly.

“Can I kiss you?” She mouths, and Shouto isn’t sure what’s louder right now.

His heart or the music.

But Todoroki Shouto was not a second-place type of man, he wasn’t one to let another choose for him. He pressed forward, his lips connecting with hers.

There was something insatiable about kissing her.

Her soft lips moving in tangent with his.

Her body pressing even closer to his as her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tilting heads, gasping breaths, dancing tongues.

Shouto’s fingers dug into her hips, her soft moan vibrating into his mouth.

Her body was soft, her taste was addicting, and she was making his head spin.

Fueled by lust and a raging need to get laid, Shouto found his hands lowering down further down her ass as she ground her crotch into his own.

But as quickly as he kissed her, she was off him.

Her eyes fluttering open, there was a confident and almost sadistic smirk on his face. Her fingers sat on his chest as she kept him at an arm's distance. As Shouto felt himself moving forward towards her, she was already three steps ahead.

Shouto stared at her as she slipped through the crowd, her head turning back around as she beckoned him with her eyes.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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You watched over your shoulder as the mystery man followed you through the thickets of people. Planning well in advance, you slipped through people the man would need to push through. His body demanding, his eyes never leaving yours.

In the kitchen you paused by the sink, it was empty except for a girl who was passed out drunk by the sink. Your eyes fall lazily onto the man as he barges in, his pupils blown as he looks at you. You tilt your head to the side, your arms stretching onto the countertop as he walks over to you.

His steps are long and quick and he has you trapped between his body and the counter. Your head tilts to the side as his lips press against your neck.

His kisses are hot, overwhelming, and dizzying.

His plump lips are sinful against your flush skin. The fake fangs on his teeth only adding to the stimulation he gives you.

But this isn’t it.

You want to drive him crazy even more.

Your hand travels to his pants, palming him softly as you moan at the sensation of his mouth on you.

He’s sensitive and jumps at your touch, and in the two seconds he takes to recover, you’re already on the move.

You don’t walk that fast, but you manage to leave the kitchen before him. The party seems to move in slow motion as you move your way through crowds of people. Twirling around at points when the bass of the song pounds in your blood. Your eyes fall back behind you, and the red-head is still following you.

Climbing the stairs, your hands trail against the banister.

His hand touches yours, and suddenly you’re hyperaware of the fact that his three steps below you.

You don’t quicken your pace, however, choosing instead to stop and turn. Your face is level with his, his eyes concentrated on your lips.

“You planning on fucking me right now, vampire?” You drawl, your fingers pushing against his gelled hair.

“I might be… do I get to know your name?” He murmurs, his lips teasing against yours.

“I think I like you better without a name.” You sigh as your hands rest against the back of his neck.

“Really?”

You don’t answer him, choosing to instead kiss him passionately. Your lips give your answer as you take a step up the stairs backward. Your hand clenches the rail, and his right hand gives you balance as you two climb the stairs like that.

“It’s Halloween,” You whisper as you steer him towards the bedroom. “You can be anything you want to be that isn’t yourself, and you want us to be ourselves?”

Your back slams against the door as he has you pinned to the door. Your lips are denied his as his mouth trails down your neck,

“Call me, Usagi.” You purr as his tongue pressed against your neck.

“Cute,” He mumbled into your skin. Your eyes flutter as your hand grasps the doorknob finally, his dark eyes locking on yours. “Call me, Hito.”

The two of you pushed through the door and it slammed closed behind you. His lips are back over yours, and your hands immediately shoot towards the knot keeping his cape into place.

Hito groans softly as his fingers trace the corset lining to your costume. His hands are hot, the heat bleeding through the fabric as you feel your knees hit the mattress.

His lips are passionate against yours, your jaw drops and your mind spins from the intensity pouring into the kiss. Your gasps seem to stir him on as his hands grasp your ass without fear, your body melting into his grasp as he lifted you up. Your breathing is shaking, your feelings and nerves overload as you put in the same amount of intensive passion into the kiss.

“Fuck.” He mutters as your hands manage to undo his shirt. Your whines escape your mouth as you feel his rippling muscles underneath your fingers. His hands trail down your fishnets, the sensation of his hot fingers against the tights sent shivers down your spine as your hips grind against his. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. When you manage to once again roll your body against his increasing bulge, your mouth opens up as you let him in.

Tongues crash in the middle, they move together in a clumsy yet passionate dance. Neither one of you entirely placing dominance on the other. Moans escape your mouth as he presses your back against the mattress. Your fingers clenching into his hair, his hips grinding more intently into your heating core. Synchronized groans are exchanged in this maddening exchange, his body very receptive to the hair-pulling.

His hands trail down onto the swell of your breasts, they squeeze firmly around the flesh, and you arch into his hands. His tongue furthers into your mouth in your brief distraction, and he trails his tongue everywhere in your mouth. Your increasingly satisfied moans make him chuckle. You watch with heavy lids as he pulls away, his face deliriously close to your own as you pant.

From this distance, you can see that he’s wearing contacts, but the thought disappears as his mouth attaches onto your neck. The fake fangs press softly against your skin making you cry out. It’s the weirdest sensation, but it makes your hips buck up against his. Your body wanting more friction.

The fangs continue tracing against your skin, your vocal praises only seeming to stir him on. You wanted more though, you needed more.

“Oh shit!” You gasp as you feel the costume loosen around you, and you watch as he pulls the black fabric off of you. The cold air hits your body, and you feel on edge as his eyes rack your body.

You still have the bunny ears on, the cuffs on your wrists, the tights on your legs, and the black lacy undergarments you wore with the costume. Yet you feel as if you were bare by the way he looks at you. Huffing you push the white wig from your shoulders as you sit up, “Don’t just watch me!” You snap as you remove his shirt, and quickly unbuckle his pants.

“You’re a little bit desperate for someone who was giving me a hard time in the beginning.” Hito chuckles as he helps you remove his clothes.

Your nostrils flare as you don’t try to deny this fact, but as he now remains in just his boxers, your breathing nearly stops.

You really got fucking lucky…

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He teases you, and he captures your lips with his own again.

You gasp sharply at the feeling of his toned body pressing against your flush skin. Your hands sliding down his muscular back as were intoxicated with the way his body felt.

“I don’t need a picture of something that I can memorize.” You shudder as his fingers graze the pool of heat in your panties.

“You’re a bit of a brat, Usagi.”

“You’re the one not fucking me, Hito.”

You watch as he hums. His fingers trailing over the curves of your breast and into the valley between them. “So you just want my dick in you? Nothing else?” He asks you, his hands on your panties applying a greater pressure against your pooling heat.

“I can go get someone else.” You tease as your hips pathetically grind into his fingers. He watches as you shift to remove your bra, your breasts spilling free as you stare up at him. He chuckles as he pulls your tights off, and pushes the fabric of your panties to the side, his finger teasing your building heat.

“Such decisive words from a girl who looks ready to fuck herself with my fingers.” He mutters as he sinks two fingers into your unsuspecting heat.

The helpless and needy scream that pours from your mouth makes him laugh.

“Tell me, Usagi.” He says as his fingers slowly pump within you.

Slowly.

Teasingly.

“Do you want my dick in you?”

Your harsh pants keep you from speaking as Hito increases his speed. His fingers curling within your walls stretching you out in a mind-blowing way. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re vastly affected by his intruding fingers, your body violently trembling with his curled appendages.

“Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, oh my god Hito!” You shriek as your hips slam against his fingers with every crashing movement.

“Look at you, you don’t even need my cock in you!” He muses as his teeth come to bite against your exposed nipples. The neverending noises of approval expelling from your mouth silences at the new sensation. Your fingers gripping onto his hair in silent approval. “And you were going to try and find someone else.”

“P-Please fuck me!” You cry as you try squirming away from his fingers. Your hands desperately stretching out to remove his tented underwear. You watch gratefully as he slips it off, and his cock springs out.

A satisfied and slightly horrified moan escapes your mouth at the sight of him. His fingers removing from your sopping wet cunt as he licks you clean from his fingers. “Maybe I’ll have some dessert later,” He mumbles as he slowly fists himself. “Now lay back and legs out, Usagi.”

He accentuates every word, and you feel yourself heeding his command. Your hands quickly get rid of your panties as you watch him draw near your spread legs. The tip of his hard cock teasing your entrance.

“Fuck me, Hito.” You snap as he continues to only coat his cock with your juices.

He looks up at you, a smirk on his face as he shrugs.

“Okay.”

A shriek crashes through your mouth as he pushes his cock completely into your awaiting cunt without mercy. His girth stretching you out in an unimaginable way. Stretching you out in ways you were not prepared for. Your walls rippling as they attempt to relax and grow used to his size. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking big!” You cry as your body trembles as Hito leans forward.

His own head is buried within your neck, his breathing trying to reign back in.

“What never had a big dick before.” Hito cockily rasps, but his words feel powerless as he is obviously affected by the tightness of you around him. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

You mewl as the painful throb in your pussy lulls and you writhe your hips against him, “N-Now fuck me right. Don’t fucking make me regret not looking for another guy.” You command as his eyes lock on yours.

There’s something strangely familiar between the two of you, it’s unsaid and you can’t place your finger onto it. But it makes this weirdly comforting.

Hito smirks, small and knowing, and rightfully so as he adheres to your demand. His hips position to a better angle and you can only watch behind clenched eyes as he begins slamming into you. Your hips move in time with his. Both of you desperate under your nearing orgasms and this heightened state of pleasure brought by the mystery of this all. Hito’s hands grip your waist. His grip will for sure leave bruised marks as he slams your body faster against his. He’s stretching you out with every move, and by god does he know how to use his cock. His hands shift as they drag out under your ass, clenching your supple flesh as this difference stretches you out in unimaginable ways.

His hips crashing into yours is uplifting, and your cries only fuel him on.

Your body feels as if it is turning into jelly as he shifts your two legs over his shoulders. His cock bottoming out into you making your back arch off the mattress as you wail out his name. Hito’s heated fingers press against your throbbing clit. You suppress a wail as he rubs harsh and delicate figure-eights onto your puffy nerve. Your pussy is clamping down on his hammering cock, not at all slowing him down, and yet he still grunts and increases his speed and strength.

Your noises of pleasure silences as his cock hits the back of your walls, your legs thrashing around as he drilled into you the same way.

Over and over.

Again and again.

Harder and harder.

His cock smashing against your walls until he tilts his angle and crashes down hard against your g-spot.

“HITO!!!” You scream as he continues pounding into your g-spot. His alias a prayer on your lips as he continues fucking your brains out.

You shoot up off the mattress, your screams muffled through a kiss as you wrap your arms around him. Even though your legs were on his shoulder, you held on. The angle allowing Hito to drive his cock against your g-spot over and over again. Your body bouncing with every single slam. His body is giving you exploding sensations, your tightness making Hito moan and curse.

“I needa – fuuuuck, baby do that again – I needa come!” You squeak as your body rocks against his own.

“Come for me, Usagi.” Hito sighs into your mouth. “Come around my cock.”

The built-up pleasure in your belly is profuse, it’s built up so fast, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure. You can’t handle it anymore, the pleasure being too much.

Your orgasm slams through you, your vision nearly turning white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent. Hito’s mouth continues to move against yours, kissing sloppily against your teeth as he chases his own orgasm. His fangs digging into your bottom lip as his jaw slacks.

His hips continue slamming into you. They’re brutal as they slam over and over again. He’s chanting your name as your stimulated cunt continues clenching around his length. His pace is making you grow numb in his arms, although your hips still continue to desperately roll against his. His breathing is heavy and tense. Panting as he struggles to keep himself composed.

“Come inside me…” You whine into his ear, desperate to feel his hot seed within you.

His cock stretches you out in a new way as he presses your back onto the mattress again. The protruding veins on his cock creating insane friction against your walls. Hito fucks you mercilessly, his fingers clenching your ass as you come apart for him. Hito curses loudly as he finally loses himself within you. His hips drilling forward one last time as a heavy load shoots into your throbbing cunt.

Shaky breathing fills the air as he pulls out of you.

You whine at the lack of him within you, and your body relaxes as he falls beside you. You whimper as you feel your combine cum seeping from your clenching pussy.

“You were amazing.” Hito chuckles as he leans down next to you.

“You were too…” You whisper as you look at him.

You don’t remember how the night ended for the two of you, only that you let him fuck you three more times.

Bonus!

“You look like goddamn shit,” Todoroki states as he passes by you on his way to his assigned seat. You watch tiredly as he sits down, and you notice the grey beanie covering his weirdly two-colored hair.

“Great, I was hoping you’d say that.” You smile while taking a chug of the sweet, sweet coffee in your hands. “Unlike you, I had fun last night.”

“Were you scaring kids for money?” He deadpans. “Oh wait, you do that for free and normally, huh?”

You roll your eyes as you simply flip him off.

Your body was way too sore, and your mind was way too tired to handle this verbal war.

“I was up having sex.” You say with a tight smile. “Ya know? Sexual intercourse? In my case where a man and a woman come together to place the penis inside of the vagina? I’m assuming, of course, you’ve only been able to see those pictures from A and P… do you need legit pics?” You taunt.

Todoroki rolls his eyes as he lays out his notebook, “Haha. Besides, I had sex last night too, but I don’t look like shit like you.”

“Don’t worry Todoroki,” You sigh as the professor walks in. “Me looking like shit is a rare occurrence. You looking like shit? That’s an everyday thing, babe.”

Bonus bonus!

“I don’t think I can ever top my costume from last year.” You moan as you snuggle into Shouto’s chest. Your phone in your hands as you look at the never-published photos of your Halloween night. “What’s sexier than a playboy bunny? Literally nothing… OH EM GEE! Shouto, can I be you, but like a sexy female version?!”

Shouto, who had been reading a book, blinked as he looked down at you. “...it’s March… why are you thinking about Halloween costumes?”

“I got a five months ago on this day notification.” You laugh as you show him your costume. “I looked super hot, too bad you couldn’t have banged me that night.” You shift as you feel Shouto freeze underneath you. “You okay?”

“That… that was you?” He asks as he looks at the picture.

“Right?! I was so fucking hot.” You pout as you retract your phone.

“N-No!” Shouto shakes his head as he sits up, thus so do you. “You’re Usagi?!”

Your eyes stare intently into his eyes, and slowly you begin picturing your boyfriend with only red hair, his scar covered, and with dark eyes. “YOU’RE HITO?!”

[claraoswaldfics]

Halloween Night

The throbbing in her neck was the first thing Clara noticed as she woke up. The second was that she was naked. What had happened last night?

As she pushed her fringe out of her face, she noticed a trail of clothes winding their way from the door to her bed. Heels, jumper, skirt. She lifted the covers, where she discovered her bra and underwear, neither of which were still on her body. But strangest of all were the orange knee-socks on the unoccupied pillow beside her. Were they hers?

On her bedside table, her phone announced it had finished charging. That should have taken it about one and a half hours, so either there had been a power cut last night, or someone else had recently plugged it in for her. Clara looked at the screen and saw on it a message from her flatmate, Priya.

“Noticed a redhead sneaking out of your room this morning. Congrats on losing your gay virginity!” Dozens of emojis followed; huge blocks of pride flags and fireworks lit up her screen, then the message continued, “Not going to tell the group chat until you’re ready of course, but girl, I am going to need all the deets!”

There may have been more to the text, but it was then that Clara noticed the date. November first. Suddenly it all came rushing back.

 It was Halloween at Glitz.

The club itself had been dwindling for a while now and most of the cool young people had probably moved away to venues that were more ‘hip’ or ‘fresh’. The fact that Clara assumed that was still the lingo was part of why she still came to Glitz. Not often, granted. It was strictly on an annual basis now. An ersatz tradition dating back to their university days (back when they’d all briefly experimented with paganism) to dance at this increasingly outdated, overpriced discotheque every 31st of October.

Even in the rain

Clara was as usual the first to arrive. It wasn’t so much that she was always early as everyone else was always late. The whatsapp group had assured her a few hours ago that they’d be there though, so there was still a chance (however small) that they were already inside.

She flashed her ID to the bouncer, who made a point of studying it. She was 26 now, old enough to appreciate being mistaken for someone younger, but still young enough to be impatient about the delay. Or maybe it was the costume that was holding him up. Thinking about it, it must be hard to tell if someone is who they say they are when they’re dressed as Velma Dinkley.

Ever since she’d gone for a more bob-like haircut, she’d been getting a lot of comparisons to the Scooby Doo character, so it was an easy decision to lean into it for Halloween. This didn’t mean it was an easy or cheap costume – Clara Oswald never did things by half, after all. She’d been nosing around high streets and second-hand shops the last two weekends putting it together. The orange jumper was baggy but sewn so as to give a good impression of her figure. The glasses made her eyes seem even wider, and combined with the freckles she’d drawn on took five years off her face. Surprisingly it was the little red skirt that had taken her the longest to find, only appearing in a last-minute lunch-break scrabble in Oxfam, and between it and the knee-socks, she was showing a lot more thigh than she was used to.

I mean it looks damn good, she thought to herself, but it isn’t half cold…

The bouncer finally nodded her through, and soon she was enveloped by the warm haze and pounding bass of Glitz. Maybe two dozen people were on the dancefloor, jumping and swaying to a song Clara was fairly sure had come out this year, but not one she knew the name of. I’ll dance at the next one, she thought, or maybe wait until the others get here.

It seemed that almost the moment she found a seat at the bar, her phone pinged. Naomi and Ellen weren’t coming. Apparently some couple had been trying to book their wedding venue out from under them so they were resigned to staying in and shouting down a phone all evening.

That wasn’t good. Those two were the lynchpin of all group planning. It was always worth going out with Naomi and Ellen because there would always be a story the next day. This was because the drunker they got, the more they’d dare the other, and those dares usually involved even more drinking. Clara had even had to bail them out once after they got arrested for shagging on a pool table.

But without them, the group dynamic fell apart. Priya loved nothing more than when a plan got cancelled. For her it was an excuse to shrug her bra off and fall asleep in front of the tv. Clara herself only owned two bras, one good but itchy and the other comfy but old, but Priya could have five littered around the living room at any one time. She’d hidden them on one occasion to encourage future tidiness.

And Emerald, the last of the group, Clara didn’t know particularly well. She knew they kept up with Yugioh (somehow) and read PG Wodehouse, but they’d joined the group in Clara’s last term at uni and she’d had her nose too deep in books to get to know her in any great depth. No doubt they’d have put a lot of effort into some anime costume, but if it was just her and Emerald left, they wouldn’t come.

Okay Clara, it’s not too bad. Shake it off, get a cocktail in you. This night could still go well.

The two pings of doom arrived before she was even halfway through her pina colada. Two more cancellations. Urgh. This calls for a consolation drink. And make it a pint this time.

It wasn’t even nine yet and it felt like the night was over. Clara sighed audibly. Such a shame, she thought. It’s my first Halloween as an out bi woman. This should have been like gay Christmas! I had all this Sapphic energy built up inside me tonight and I’m going to waste it fingering myself in the bath reading Jane Austen again. I’m even wearing the bi flag underpants Ellen got me for my birthday!

She’d been considering the idea of a second pint for around five minutes when she got a tap at her shoulder.

“Velma!”

A jolt of electricity raced up Clara’s spine. She knew that voice, didn’t she?

She turned around in her stool just as the lights above the dancefloor shifted. The woman behind her was briefly illuminated from behind, her face a shadow, but her hair a fiery red halo. Putting a hand in front of her face for a second, Clara took in the rest of her body; a purple dress and go-go boots. Her brain rushed to piece it all together, arriving at the costume before the face.

“Daphne?” She replied, weakly.

As the lights shifted again, Clara was blessed with another view of this woman, who was somehow more dazzling out of the spotlight. She stood imposingly tall, her soft moon-like face looking kindly down on Clara. Taken altogether with her vibrant red hair, Clara felt like she was looking directly at a solar eclipse, and one she couldn’t look away from.

“Hi, I hope you don’t mind. My Shaggy’s gone off with my Scooby.” The woman smiled apologetically. “Thought I might go and make some new friends and well… the costume…”

Clara blinked. In fact she blinked rather a few times. She was still trying to process the fact that an angel had descended from heaven right in front of her.

“I beg your pardon?”

The redhead explained herself again. Clara made a note to focus on what she was saying, which, she justified, involved looking at this woman’s lips a lot.

“I did a group costume with these two guys. One was Shaggy, one was Scooby; we thought we’d come here for the night, have a few drinks, have a few laughs, but instead,” the next part of the sentence involved turning her head to shout pointedly “they’re GETTING OFF IN THE TOILETS!”

Clara let out a nervous giggle. It was a good cover for the big red wave of excitation that was coursing through her body. There was something about the way her Scottishness had just announced itself in her voice that made Clara’s thighs shudder. That woman could shout!

“Shaggy and Scooby-Doo?” Clara repeated. “The dog and the dog owner?”

“Exactly!” she bellowed. “Isn’t that mad?”

“That is so mad.” Clara nodded. Agree with everything this woman says, she thought. If she asks you to rob a bank, do it.

“And after only one drink as well!” She continued, exasperated, “They. Are. Terrible!”

“I guess that’s why they call him Shaggy?” It was a weak joke, Clara knew. And I fumbled the delivery. But frankly the fact that I managed a straight sentence around this woman is a miracle. Managing a straight anything was a challenge, to be honest.

And she laughed! She laughed at my dumb joke! I made that sound come out of her! That brogue-y Scottish cackle! Oh this is the best feeling in the world!

“I know! And that dog will do anything for a Scooby Snack!”

God, me too, thought Clara, as she unleashed a laugh a lot less cool than she hoped she would.

Ahem.

“Can I get you a drink?” Clara asked, thankful she still had any rational thoughts left.

“Ooh, yes. Rum and Coke, please.” She smiled. Such a lovely smile. “Do you have a name, or should I just call you Velma all evening?”

“Only if I can call you Daphne” Clara replied with a grin, signalling to the barman. This was a bit of damage control. It was suave and flirty, but she’d missed the window to introduce herself properly, or find out this charming redhead’s name.

“Oh, you want to play that game, do you?” Clara braced herself for the next word, as the redhead’s lips formed around it. “Velma.”

Beads of sweat started to form under her jumper. It was then that Clara realised where she’d heard that sexy Scottish brogue before…

The kissogram from Naomi and Ellen’s engagement!

Six months on and I’m just as flustered.

The drinks came and Clara positively snatched hers off the table. As long as her mouth was occupied with alcohol, she had more time to think. And as always, Clara, try and play it off as glamorous and mysterious.

The more strategic side of Clara’s brain spoke up; so you know who she is, but she doesn’t know who you are. What does that mean? You know what she does for a living – is that an okay thing to bring up? Does the fact that she hasn’t recognised me yet mean my costume is too good…

…or was that kiss unmemorable?

She chanced a look. The woman in the Daphne costume was nursing her rum and coke, but her eyes were still fixed on her over the rim of her glass.

Right. So what if she didn’t remember that kiss. It was half a year ago and in her line of work she couldn’t be expected to remember everyone she’d ever kissed. Clara could hardly do that herself. What it meant was that Clara could make another first impression. A confident, in-control one.

“Miss Blake.” She congratulated herself on remembering that scrap of Scooby Doo trivia.

“Is that Daphne’s last name?” The redhead half-giggled. “I’m sorry, I haven’t watched Scooby Doo since I was a wee bairn.”

Aha! The strategic part of her brain roared into force again. I know more about Scooby Doo than her! I can leverage this to my advantage… somehow! Strategy brain realised it should probably shut up for a bit, and that the reason it had been allowed to think so long without interruption was because the rest of her brain was once again cooing at the Scottish turn of phrase.

“So why Daphne, then?”

“It was a group costume with a bunch of friends, but there were a few no-shows, you know?”

Clara made a gesture to the four people who were definitely not standing next to her “I do know.”

“Between you and me, I’d have quite liked to come as Velma.”

The seriously unstrategic part of Clara’s brain practically roared: Come into the bathroom with me! We can swap clothes right now!

She continued. “besides, what other characters are there to dress up as, as a tall ginger woman?”

Jessica Rabbit, said Clara’s brain.

“Jessica Rabbit” said Clara.

Oh shit, said Clara’s brain.

“Naughty” she chided. “But I don’t think so. Not two years in a row, anyway.”

Oh shit, said Clara’s brain again, but with purpose (and without vocalisation). This is definitely flirting! This could go well! I haven’t made an embarrassing mess of myself!

Tonight, I’m going to rock her world.

“Would you like to take a seat?”

High on her own hubris, Clara hadn’t noticed the seats either side of her were taken. Um…

“I’d love to.”

Sirens blared in Clara’s head as ‘Daphne’ draped one arm over Clara’s back and slid both her indigo tight-clad legs over Clara’s until she was Sitting! In! Her! Lap!

“Oh, you don’t mind, do you?”

In a moment, all of Clara’s newfound confidence melted and words stuck in her throat. Clara worried for a moment maybe her nose was bleeding, or her entire lower body had turned to steam, or worse, that her damn traitor face might be giving Amy some reason to stop sitting on her.

“Oh, not at all.”

THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY!

“So…”

SOMETHING WITTY, FLIRTY AND MAYBE TO DO WITH HER COSTUME!

“Daphne…”

HERE WE GO! SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

“Would you like to get in the van with me?”

THE VAN???

“The van?”

“The um… the mystery machine.”

“Oh, the van from the show”

“Yes”

“So you want me to get in the Scooby Doo van with you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have a van?”

“No.”

“But you just invited me to your van.”

“Yes.”

Clara blinked a few times while her brain rebooted.

“It’s a metaphorical van.”

“And what exactly is it a metaphor for?”

“I don’t know.”

“Truly, this is one mysterious machine.”

“…Yes.”

A few mortifying seconds later, her strategic brain came back online. As did her non-strategic brain. They both made this noise: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

The Daphne impersonator slid her legs off Clara and stood crouched at eye-level.

“Look, can I propose something?” asked the redhead “Instead of you trying to entice me out of the club, into a dirty alley, and into the back of your metaphorical van, why don’t we just get a taxi back to my place?”

Clara fell off her seat.

“Oh my God, your little flustered face!” She belly laughed. “Oh we are going to have such a lot of fun tonight! Come on, Clara.”

Their hands touched as the redhead reached down to help her up. In all future memories of this moment, it seemed to Clara like she was in Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam. Any hints of the reality, that a wide-eyed, shakey-legged sex-addled Scooby Doo cosplayer was being picked off the floor of a bar, were quickly purged from her mind by a greater realisation.

“You know my name.”

“Of course I do. I don’t get to snog many girls in my line of work.” She winked “And I make a note of the cute ones. I’m Amy.”

Clara nearly fell to the floor again.

But Amy kept her on her feet, one arm pulling her whole body to her.

“How about we get you into that taxi, I let you calm down for a little bit, and then you and I can get to know each other, okay?”

A sigh of relief from Clara; this was going well at last!

“Okay.”

“And then after that we can make out a little and I’ll put my hands up your jumper, sound good?”

“Oh God yes.”

 END OF PART 1

[96harmony96]

Chapter 18

Monday mornings could be awesome, when they began with Lauren Jauregui. We rode to work with my back propped against her side and her arm slung over my shoulder so that her fingers could link with mine.

As she toyed with the ring she’d given me, I kicked out my legs and eyed the classic nude heels she’d bought me along with some outfits to wear on the occasions I slept over. To start out the new week, I’d decided on a black pinstriped sheath dress with a thin Emerald green belt that reminded me of her eyes. she had excellent taste; I had to give her that.

Unless she was sending one of her brunette “acquaintances” out on buying sprees…?

I pushed the unpleasant thought aside.

When I’d checked out the drawers she had set aside for me in her bathroom, I found all of my usual cosmetics and toiletries in all my usual shades. I didn’t bother to ask how she knew, which might’ve led to me freaking out. Instead, I chose to look at it as more proof of her attentiveness. she thought of everything.

The highlight of my morning had been helping Lauren dress in one of her seriously sexy pant suits. I’d buttoned her shirt; she’d tucked it into her pants. I’d fastened her fly; she had knotted her tie. she’d shrugged into her vest; I’d smoothed the finely tailored material over her equally fine shirt, amazed to find that it could be just as sexy putting clothes on her as it was to take them off. It was like wrapping my own gift.

The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the woman inside it and how precious she was. Her intimate smiles and her deep husky laugh, the gentleness of her touch and the ferocity of her passion were all reserved for me.

The Bentley bounced lightly over a pothole in the road and Lauren tightened her hold. “What’s the plan after work?”

“I get to start my Krav Maga classes today.” I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice.

“Ah, that’s right.” Her lips brushed over my temple. “You know I’m going to have to watch you go through drills. Just thinking about it makes me hard.”

“Didn’t we already establish that everything makes you hard?” I teased, nudging her with my elbow.

“Everything about you. Which is lucky for us, since you’re insatiable. Text me when you’re done and I’ll meet you at your place.”

Digging in my purse, I pulled out my smartphone to see if it still had a charge and saw a message from Cary. I opened it and found a video plus a text; Does X know his bro is a douche? Stay away from CV, baby girl *smooches*

I started the playback but it took me a minute to figure out what I was seeing. When comprehension set in, I froze.

“What is it?” Lauren asked with her lips in my hair. Then she stiffened behind me, which told me she was looking over my shoulder.

Cary had filmed the video at the Vidal’s garden party. From the eight-foot-high hedges in the background, he was in the maze, and from the leaves framing the screen, he was in hiding. The star of the show was a couple locked in a passionate embrace. The woman was beautifully teary, while the man kissed over her frantic words and soothed her with gentle strokes of his hands.

They were talking about me and Lauren , talking about how I was using my body to get my hands on her millions.

“Don’t worry,” Christopher crooned to a distraught Magdalene. “You know Lauren gets bored fast.”

“she’s different with her. I—I think she loves her.”

He kissed her forehead. “She’s not her type.”

The fingers I had linked with Lauren’s tightened.

As we watched, Magdalene’s demeanor slowly changed. She began to nuzzle into Christopher’s touch, her voice softening, her mouth seeking. To an observer, it was clear he knew her body well—where to pet and where to rub. When she responded to his skilled seduction, he lifted her dress and fucked her. That he was taking advantage of her was obvious. It was there in the contemptuously triumphant look on his face as he screwed her until she was limp.

I didn’t recognize the Christopher on the screen. His face, his posture, his voice…it was like he was a different man.

I was grateful when my smartphone battery died and the screen abruptly winked off. Lauren wrapped her arms around me.

“Yuck,” I whispered, snuggling carefully into her so I didn’t get makeup on her lapel. “Majorly creepy. I feel bad for her.”

she exhaled harshly. “That’s Christopher.”

“Asshole. That smug look on his face—Ugh.” I shuddered.

Pressing her lips to my hair, she murmured, “I thought Maggie would be safe from him. Our mothers have known each other for years. I forget how much he hates me.”

“Why?”

I wondered briefly if the nightmares Lauren had were related to Christopher, then I put the thought aside. No way. Lauren was older by several years and tougher all the way around. she’d kick Christopher’s ass.

“He thinks I got all the attention when we were younger,” Lauren said wearily, “because everyone was worried about how I was handling my father’s suicide. So he wants what’s mine. Everything he can get his hands on.”

I turned into her, pushing my arms underneath her jacket to get closer. There was something in her voice that made me hurt for her. Her family home was a place she said haunted her nightmares and she was terribly distant from her family.

she’d never been loved. It was as simple—and as complicated—as that.

“Lauren ?”

“Hmm?”

I pulled back to look at her. Reaching up, I traced the bold arch of her brow. “I love you.”

A violent shudder moved through her, one hard enough to shake me, too.

“I don’t mean to freak you out,” I reassured her quickly, averting my face to give her some privacy. “You don’t have to do anything about it. I just didn’t want another minute to go by without you knowing how I feel. You can tuck it away now.”

One of her hands gripped my nape, the other dug almost painfully into my waist. Lauren held me there, immobile, locked against her as if I might blow away. Her breathing was ragged, her heartbeat pounding. she didn’t say another word the rest of the ride to work, but she didn’t let me go either.

I planned on telling her again one day in the future, but as far as first times went, I thought we’d both done okay.

At ten o’clock sharp, I had two dozen long-stemmed red roses delivered to lauren’s office with the note: In celebration of red dresses and limo rides.

Ten minutes later, I received an interoffice envelope with a note card that read:

Let’s do that again. Soon.

At eleven o’clock, I had a black-and-white calla lily arrangement delivered to her office with the note: In honor of black & white garden party dresses and being dragged into libraries…

Ten minutes later, I received his reply:

I’ll be dragging you to the floor in a minute…

At noon, I went shopping. Ring shopping. I hit six different shops before I found a piece that struck me as being absolutely perfect. Made of platinum engraved and studded with black diamonds, it was an industrial-looking ring that made me think of power and bondage. It was a dominant ring, very bold and masculine. I had to open a new charge account with the store to cover the hefty cost, but I considered the months of payments ahead of me worth it.

I called lauren’s office and talked with Scott, who helped me arrange a fifteen-minute window in Lauren’s packed day for me to stop by.

“Thank you so much for your help, Scott.”

“You’re very welcome. I’ve enjoyed watching her receive your flowers today. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile like that.”

A warm rush of love flowed through me. I wanted to make Lauren happy. As she’d said, I lived for it.

I went back to work with a smile of my own. At two o’clock, I had a tiger lily arrangement delivered to Lauren’s office followed by a private note sent via interoffice envelope:

In gratitude for all the jungle sex.

Her reply:

Skip the Krav Maga. I’ll give you a workout.

When three forty rolled around—five minutes before my appointment with Lauren—I got nervous. I stood up from my chair on shaky legs and paced in the elevator on the way up to her floor. Now that the time had come to give her my gift, I worried that maybe she didn’t like rings…after all, she didn’t wear any.

Was it too presumptuous and possessive of me to want her to wear one just because I did?

The redheaded receptionist didn’t give me any trouble getting in and when Scott spotted me emerging from the hallway, he stood from his desk and greeted me with a wide grin. When I stepped into lauren’s office, Scott closed the door behind me.

I was immediately struck by the lovely fragrance of the flowers and the way they warmed the starkly modern office.

Lauren looked up from her monitor, her brows lifting when she saw me. she pushed fluidly to her feet. “Camila. Is something wrong?”

I watched her shift gears from professional to personal, her gaze softening as she looked at me.

“No. It’s just…” I took a deep breath and went to her. “I have something for you.”

“More? Did I forget a special occasion?”

I set the ring box down in the center of her desk. Then I turned away, feeling queasy. I seriously doubted the wisdom of my impetuous gift. It seemed like a stupid idea now.

What could I say to absolve her of guilt for not wanting it? As if it wasn’t bad enough I’d dropped the “L” bomb on her today; then I had to follow it up with a damned ring. she was probably feeling the ball and chain already, dragging after her as she ran. And the noose tightening—

I heard the ring box snap open and Lauren’s sharply drawn breath. “Camila.”

Her voice was dark and dangerous. I turned carefully, wincing at the austerity of her features and the starkness of her gaze. Her hands were white-knuckled on the box.

“Too much?” I asked hoarsely.

“Yes.” she set the box down and rounded the desk. “Too damn much. I can’t sit still, I can’t concentrate. I can’t get you out of my head. I’m fucking restless, and I never am when I’m at work. I’m too busy. But you have me under siege.”

I knew damn well how demanding her work had to be, yet I hadn’t taken that into consideration when the mood to surprise her—again and again—hit me. “I’m sorry,Lauren. I wasn’t thinking.”

she approached with the sexy stride that hinted at how great she was in the sack. “Don’t be sorry. Today has been the best day of my life.”

“Really?” I watched her slide the ring onto her right ring finger. “I wanted to please you. Does it fit? I had to guess…”

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Lauren caught up my hands and kissed my ring; then watched as I repeated the gesture with her. “What you make me feel, Camila…it hurts.”

My pulse leaped. “Is that bad?”

“It’s wonderful.” she cupped my face, her ring cool against my cheek. she kissed me passionately, her lips demanding against mine, her tongue thrusting with wicked skill into my mouth.

I wanted more, but restrained myself, thinking that I’d already gone overboard enough for one day. Plus, she’d been too distracted by my unexpected appearance to frost the glass wall to give us privacy.

“Tell me again what you said in the car,” she whispered.

“Hmm…I don’t know.” I brushed my free hand over her vest. I was afraid to tell her again that I loved her. she’d taken it hard the first time, and I wasn’t sure she’d fully taken in what it meant for us. For her. “You’re ridiculously handsome, you know. It’s a sucker punch every time I see you. Anyway…I don’t want to risk scaring you away.”

Leaning toward me, she touched hervforehead to mine. “You regret what you said, don’t you? All the flowers, the ring—”

“Do you really like it?” I asked anxiously, pulling back to study her face and see if she was hedging on the truth. “I don’t want you to wear it for me if you hate it.”

Her fingers traced the shell of my ear. “It’s perfect. It’s how you see me. I’m proud to wear it.”

I loved that she got it. Of course, that’s because she got me.

“If you’re trying to soften the blow of taking back what you said—” she began, his gaze betraying a surprising anxiety.

I couldn’t resist the soft plea in her eyes. “I meant every word, Lauren.”

“I’ll make you say it again,” she threatened in a seductive purr. “You’ll scream it by the time I’m done with you.”

I grinned and backed away. “Get back to work, fiend.”

“I’ll give you a lift home at five.” she watched me move to the door. “I want your cunt naked and wet when you come down to the car. If you touch yourself to get there, don’t make yourself come or there will be consequences.”

Consequences. A little shiver moved through me, but it carried a level of fear I could deal with. I trusted Lauren to know just how far to push me. “Will you be hard and ready?”

A wry smile twisted her lips. “When am I not, with you? Thank you for today, Camila. Every minute of it.”

I blew her a kiss and watched her eyes darken. The look on her face stayed with me the rest of the day.

It was six o’clock before I made it back to my apartment in a state of well-fucked dishevelment. I’d known what I was in for when I found lauren’s limousine at the curb after work instead of the Bentley. she’d damn near tackled me as I climbed into the back; then proceeded to demonstrate her phenomenal oral skills before nailing me into the seat with vigorous enthusiasm.

I was grateful that I kept in shape. Otherwise, Lauren’s insatiable sexual appetite combined with her seemingly endless stamina might’ve exhausted me by now. Not that I was complaining. Just an observation.

Clancy was already waiting for me in the lobby of my apartment building when I came rushing in. If he noted my hideously wrinkled dress, flushed cheeks, and messy hair, he didn’t point it out. I changed swiftly upstairs and we took off for Parker’s studio. I hoped the orientation would start out easy because my legs were still a bit jellied from two toe-curling orgasms.

By the time we arrived at the converted warehouse in Brooklyn, I was excited and ready to learn. About a dozen students were engaged in various exercises with Parker overseeing and offering encouragement from the edge of the mats. When he saw me, he came over and directed me to a far corner of the sparring area where we could work one-on-one.

“So…how’s it going?” I asked, to break my own tension.

He smiled, showing off a very interesting and arresting face. “Nervous?”

“A little.”

“We’re going to work on your physical strength and stamina, as well as your awareness. I’m also going to start training you not to freeze or hesitate in unexpected confrontations.”

Before we began, I thought I had pretty good physical strength and stamina, but I learned both could be better. We started out with a brief introduction to the equipment and layout of the space, and then moved on to an explanation of both fighting and neutral/passive stances. We warmed up with basic bodyweight calisthenics; then progressed to “tagging,” where we tried to tag each other’s shoulders and knees while standing face-to-face and blocking countermoves.

Parker was amazing at tagging, of course, but I started to get the hang of it. The majority of the time, however, was spent covering groundwork and I really sunk my teeth into that. I knew very well what it was like to be down and at a disadvantage.

If Parker noted my underlying vehemence, he didn’t comment on it.

When Lauren showed up at my apartment later that evening, she found me soaking my aching body in my bathtub. Although I could tell she was fresh from a shower after her own workout with her personal trainer, she stripped and slid into the bath behind me, cradling me with her arms and legs. I whimpered as she rocked me.

“That good, huh?” She teased, catching my earlobe in her teeth.

“Who knew rolling around for an hour with a hot guy could be so exhausting?” Cary had been right about Krav Maga causing bruises; I could see a few shadows blooming beneath my skin already and we hadn’t even gotten to the hard stuff yet.

“I might be jealous,” Lauren murmured, squeezing my breasts, “if I didn’t know Smith was married with children.”

I snorted at yet another tidbit of knowledge she shouldn’t know. “Do you also know his shoe and hat sizes?”

“Not yet.” she laughed at my exasperated growl and I couldn’t hold back a smile at hearing the rare sound.

One day soon we were going to have to talk about her obsession with information gathering, but today wasn’t the day to get into it. We’d been at odds too much lately and Cary’s warning about making sure we had as much fun as not was ever-present in my mind.

Playing with the ring on lauren’s finger, I told her about the conversation I’d had with my dad on Saturday and how his fellow cops had been ribbing him over the gossip about me dating the Lauren jauregui.

she sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Turning, I faced her. “It’s not your fault you’re news. You can’t help being insanely attractive.”

“One of these days,” she said dryly, “I’ll figure out whether my face is a curse or not.”

“Well, if my opinion counts for anything, I’m rather fond of it.”

Lauren’s lips twitched and she touched my cheek. “Your opinion is the only one that means anything. And your dad’s. I want him to like me,Camila , not think I’m exposing his daughter to invasions of her privacy.”

“You’ll win him over. He just wants me to be safe and happy.”

she visibly relaxed and pulled me closer. “Do I make you happy?”

“Yes.” I rested my cheek over her heart. “I love being with you. When we’re not together, I wish we were.”

“You said you didn’t want to fight anymore,” she murmured in my hair. “It’s been bugging me. Are you getting tired of me fucking up all the time?”

“You do not fuck up all the time. And I’ve screwed up, too. Relationships are hard, Lauren. Most of them don’t have kick-ass sex like we do. I put us in the lucky column.”

she cupped water in her hand and poured in down my back, over and over, soothing me with its sinuous warmth. “I don’t really remember my dad.”

“Oh?” I tried to not tense up and reveal my surprise. Or my agitated excitement and desperate hunger to learn more about her. she’d never talked about her family before. It killed me not to prod with questions, but I didn’t want to push if she wasn’t ready….

Her chest lifted and fell on a deep exhale. There was something in the sound of her sigh that brought my head up and ruined my intention to be cautious.

I ran my hand over her hard pectorals. “Want to talk about what you do remember?”

“Just…impressions. He wasn’t around much. He worked a lot. I guess I get my drive from him.”

“Maybe workaholism—is that a word?—is something you have in common, but that’s it.”

“How would you know?” She shot back, defiant.

Reaching up, I brushed the hair back from her face. “I’m sorry, Lauren, but your father was a fraud who took the easy, selfish way out. You don’t have it in you to be that way.”

“Not that way, no.” she paused. “But I don’t think he ever learned how to connect to people, how to care about anything but his own immediate needs.”

I studied her. “Do you think that describes you?”

“I don’t know,” she answered quietly.

“Well, I know, and it doesn’t.” I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “You’re a keeper.”

“I better be.” Her arms tightened around me. “I can’t think about you with someone else,Camila. Just the idea of another man seeing you the way I do, seeing you like this…putting his hands on you…It takes me to a dark place.”

“It’s not going to happen, Lauren.” I knew how she felt. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if she was intimate with another woman.

“You’ve changed everything for me. I couldn’t stand losing you.”

I hugged her. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Tilting my head back, Lauren took my mouth in a fierce kiss.

In moments it became clear we were soon going to be sloshing water all over the floor. I pulled away. “I need to eat if you want to go at it again, fiend.”

“Says the girlfriend rubbing her wet naked body all over me.” she sat back with a sinful smile.

“Let’s order cheap Chinese and eat it out of the box with chopsticks.”

“Let’s order good Chinese and do that.”

[bubble-booty-valkyrie]

Spirits were high as people cheered and drank loudly in celebration of their saviors, the music blasting throughout the small bar as they toasted to the two teams of Huntsmen and Huntresses who had been sent to their small, western town to help keep them safe from the grimm. Laughs were had, drinks were shared, and gifts were passed onto them as the town showed their appreciation for the young women and men who came in their time of need.

And they were certainly in need, the two teams having been fighting non-stop for almost a full 24 hours before the grimm finally tapered off and the town was considered safe, but not without sacrifice. Their clothes were ruined, ripped, and torn to near shreds, and since they didn’t expect such a high stakes mission, none of them happened to bring a change of clothes. Luckily, the town they just saved was very inviting, offering clothes, food, showers, and roofs over their heads, anything for the brave young men and women who just saved their lives.

Unfortunately, the town was what Weiss would call a ‘backwater dustbin’ where farming was the majority of work available, which meant that from heel to toe, most people were dressed like spaghetti western wet dream. From plaid shirts, stetson hats, and leather boots, it wasn’t exactly a shocker that team RWBY and Team JNPR were given clothes that made them looks just as much like cowgirls and cowboys like the rest of the town.

Most of them really didn’t mind, thankful for the clothes they were given. Others(Weiss) wanted to go home. Yang embraced her new look, wearing skintight jeans, a red plaid shirt, and a nice stetson, she looked the part of the beautiful southern bell, she of course forced Blake and Ruby to dress similarly, but Weiss would sooner run Yang through then where a cowboy hat.

RWBY’s sister team were any better off, the boys dressed in jeans and button ups, stetsons that a certain redhead demanded they wear, and boots just like the locals. Not too shabby, if the local girls had any say in the matter as they eyed the two up.

Pyrrha herself was dressed in a rather simple white dress, nothing too special, but it definitely accentuated her beauty.

Team Rwby(mostly Yang) were happy to drink along with the town, some of the younger, handsome men trying to woo the beautiful Huntresses for a fun night alone with any one of them, even a few focusing on the youngest of the team, much to her older sister’s amusement.

Pyrrha of their sister team, however, was getting the most attention, and unfortunately, she didn’t drink, so she was tasked with being the mother hen, and to make sure none of her friends got lost, or too drunk. Something she was failing at, honestly, but Yang was never someone who could be held down.

But, Pyrrha wasn’t worried about Yang, nor her currently-surrounded-by-lustful-women male teammates, she was worried about her fellow redhead.. Said little redhead was was currently stood up on a small stage while the crowed cheered at her to chug the mug of beer in her hand. And chug she did, downing that mug in just a few seconds much to the crowd’s yelling and egging on.

What was Nora dressed in? Beacon Huntresses obviously had a reputation, from being taught how to fight grimm and save people, they were taught to be the naughtiest, nastiest, best little sluts they could possibly. So while Yang did her best to set up a foursome with the men hitting on her, and Blake started grinding on a horse faunus, Nora had bigger plans.

Music blasted through the crowded honky tonk, a rather strange but fun mix of country and bass that only made Nora that much eager to give the lovely people a show. After the last drop of beer slipped passed her lips, Nora threw the mug to the crowd with a cheer, her hips swaying and shaking to the music as all eyes rested on her lewd state of dress. So just how was Nora dressed?

Nora’s large leather boots thudded against the small stage as she walked up to the conveniently placed stripper pole, wrapping her hands around it while she put her back to the crowd, giving them all a first class view of her absolutely obscenely small jean booty shorts as they rode up between her massive, round, pale, creamy smooth asscheeks like a thong. Nora specifically asked for the tiniest little shorts she could get, shorts almost perfectly made to frame her fat, jiggly globes of bubble booty, all the while her round, perky breasts bounced and jiggled in a tiny red white and blue bikini top.

Nora slowly spun around that pole, showing off every inch of her curvy, thicc body to the men and women who catcalled and whistled for more, the grin on her beautiful face the only thing they could see as the rim of her cowboy hat hid her eyes from view. The bass hit hard around her as she stopped with her back to them once again, both of her hands gripping that pole while she shook her wide, sexy hips side to side, her cheeks jiggling for them all while she got into the groove of the foreign music.

Nora bent at the waist and stuck her fat ass out behind her, jiggling her ass and just barely starting to bounce her ass to the beat, listening to the cheers and catcalls to shake her fat ass with a grin on her face. She would have done a little fancy pole dance, but she felt like the people here would appreciate something a little simpler, evident by the dollar bills thrown up at the stage for her to do more.

Nora was more then happy to oblige, starting to really bounce her massive booty up and down to the beat like a pro stripper, each lewd, obscene move of her extra thicc hips making the crowd go wild, quite possibly having been the first time they’ve seen a properly trained whore shake her ass.

The night was warm, and the bar was hot, sweat dripped down Nora’s powerful, thicc, juicy thighs as she stepped it up a notch, finally spreading her legs just enough to slowly slide her hands down the pole, and get into a deep, lewd squat that got her bouncy bubble ass even closer to the crowd, all the while slowly building up in speed to really start twerking and bouncing her fat ass up and down like a sweet little slut.

Sweat dripped and shined up Nora’s absolutely slutty, giant, pale, smooth, plump, globes of flesh as she bounced, jiggled, twerked, and wiggled them for the crowd as she looked over her shoulder with a nice, big, eager smile. Nora loved her job~

“Woo~! Shake that ass, Nora~!” Yang cheered, much to Weiss’s annoyance.

Nora gave a little wink and a tip of her hat, finally getting onto the main show. With a little extra twerk and bounce of her wide hips, Nora’s asscheeks met with a nice, loud, meaty clap, over and over again~ With each twerk and bounce, Nora’s fat, round cheeks met with a smack, perfectly clapping and jiggling for the crowd, and even being met with a nice hard smack from a few of the larger, bolder patrons.

Nora didn’t mind, simply grinning and giggling while shaking that ass even harder, almost begging for more spanks and gropes from the rowdy men she was entertaining.

Nora could see just how many men had lined up to watch her fat ass jiggle, each one with their own bulge, ranging from big, to fucking massive, and even a few of those horsey faunus had been drawn in hoping for a chance to get lucky with the little redhead.

Nora was gonna have a long, fun, hot, sweaty night, her cheeks clapping and slapping loudly as she continued twerking and jiggling her ass for them. Tonight, she was gonna be a real cowgirl, and every cowgirl needed a nice big horsey to ride~

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I hope you all enjoyed this little collaboration between me and an artist friend of mine~! They’re super amazing, and I wanna thank them for making this cowgirl Nora for me~!

[josy1986]

Bechloe-stoic

Dunno if this is what you had in mind but this is what mine came up with xD  Poor Beca, lol. (nope..)

Beca loved the days where her girlfriend of a year came to visit her at work. Really, she did. She enjoyed the days where Chloe made time out of her busy schedule to come and surprise her with lunch.

They’d eat together in her office, talking and just genuinely enjoying being in each other’s presence. 

Today started pretty much the same, she was busy working behind her computer when Chloe came in after knocking. Closing the door and locking it behind her. 

Beca watched her girlfriend with a growing suspicion and her stomach flipped when Chloe walked around the massive desk. Chloe wore a long coat and high heels, knowing full well that those were one of Beca’s weaknesses. She loved it when the redhead wore high heels and it was no secret that they were an instant turn on for the brunette. 

Which would now present to be a problem..

Her mouth slightly open, her throat felt dry and she licked her lips absentmindedly. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from her girlfriend up until the moment she heard a male voice call her name.

“Beca? You okay?”

She tore her gaze away from Chloe, who grinned wickedly and slowly lowered herself down on her knees while opening her coat. Revealing that she only wore a set of sexy lingerie underneath.

Beca was sure she’d slide off of her seat, her heart pounding and her core throbbing with a new level of lust she didn’t know existed. 

“Y-yeah!” She almost yelled, her gaze back on the screen. She had totally forgotten she was in a zoom meeting. “Sorry, uh, someone brought in some documents.” She cleared her throat, keeping her face as neutral as possible. Something that proved to be far more difficult when she felt Chloe crawl underneath her desk and force her legs apart.

Oh fuck… why did I wear a skirt to work today… She closed her eyes, cursing herself for the crappy decision she made this morning. 

“Let’s see how long you can keep that up, baby..” Chloe whispered ever so softly, Beca could feel the redhead’s warm breath on her inner thigh. It took all over her willpower not to moan when nimble fingers brushed over her already soaked panties.

She swallowed thickly, took a deep breath and released it while her face remained as stoic as humanly possible. “So… you were saying..?” She said, her voice surprisingly stable for someone who was being fondled with.

“Challenge accepted…” And a soft purr came from under the table which send a pang of lust directly to Beca’s throbbing clit.

Fuck my life...