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-𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣, 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚-

-𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮-

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content warning; MDNI, morally grey characters, toxic relation/situationships, domestic abuse, violence, substance use/abuse, mentions of weight/toxic beauty standards, dubcon, a lot of smut (spitting, spanking, bondage, choking, rough sex, etc. appears), age gap (legal), mentions of sensitive topics, not made for glorification of toxic relationships.

chapter wc: 12k+

Y/n opened the door to her apartment as the knocking wasn't stopping and groaned at the person on the other side.

"Seriously?" She annoyedly questioned Jennie and blocked the way when she tried to step inside. The girl pursed her lips, she stood in front of Y/n dressed in grey sweats and a grey sweatshirt, both soaked in water as the rain was pouring outside the whole day. In her hold were still her car keys and phone as her chest somewhat heaved–she probably ran up the stairs like she always did. 

It was hard to believe that this was Jennie Kim.

"You said it yourself that you're home alone." She reasoned, sniffling as some of her wet hair stuck to her forehead. The younger girl heaved a sigh at that.

"Yeah, but I didn't say come over, Jen, there's a huge difference– I'm busy studying." She frowned at the vixen's words and stuffed her things into the pockets of her sweats. Her eyes trailed her body, the girl's dark chocolate brown hair up in a messy bun, hair strands loosely falling over her face, it was hard to not look at the piercings protruding through the baby tee as she didn't have a bra on and a pair of simple grey sweats.

"Okay...So, I'm just supposed to drive back now?" Jennie questioned as she had driven for a good 30 minutes from her place just to get to the girl who said that she was alone and studying when she texted her. Jennie had been bored the whole day and Y/n was busy studying. She never wasted an opportunity when the girl in front of her could squeeze her into her schedule which was filled with mostly studying and a part-time job.

"Yeah." The taller girl confirmed and pushed the door to close it and Jennie was used to the mean demeanour of the girl. She stopped the door and forced it open–she was much stronger and the force made Y/n take a step back while Jennie invited herself in. "That's an hour wasted driving here and then back for nothing." Jennie decided herself for the both of them, ignoring what Y/n wanted because they always did what the younger girl wanted.

"Jennie, that's seriously not my problem. Now get your ass out of my apartment." The older girl only locked the door and kicked her shoes off as she stepped into the single-bedroom apartment. "No, you can study, but I am staying 'cause I've been bored the whole day and you haven't been alone for ages." Y/n watched as the girl walked past her, making herself comfortable in the younger girl's apartment the way she always did. 

She sighed and walked away from the door where she had stood and Jennie looked over her shoulder at Y/n's light footsteps, watching the girl who walked into the bedroom.

She crouched down and picked up the Russian blue cat named Vinci who scurried over to her from the couch. His purring was loud as he always snuggled with Y/n and finally, he started to like Jennie too even if Y/n had insisted he never would since he has only ever liked her. His wet and cold nose brushed against her warm neck as his claws dug into her sweatshirt and she walked towards the bedroom through the small apartment that was dimly lit. The second she stepped through the door she would be greeted by the living room and open kitchen. It was small, but it wasn't weird considering Y/n was still studying full-time.

She walked in through the open door and the bedroom consisted of a king-size bed with a grey backboard, the covers white and not made but rather left the way they were when the girl woke up in the morning. Beside the bed against the wall stood the white vanity table that was used as a desk too where Y/n sat. On the other side of the bed was the door to what was a small closet although beside it stood a clothing rack with the girl's clothes hung up as the closet wasn't enough. The fairy lights stretched above the headboard and Jennie was quite sure that they no longer worked, but Y/n would never do anything about it. Aside from that, there was a shelf by the door filled with vinyl records and a vinyl player and that was it, together with the window close to the vanity table where rain was harshly hitting the glass.

"What're you studying?" Jennie questioned, wanting to make some sort of conversation with the girl who usually cut the talking short because that wasn't what they had been meeting for the past four months. Y/n glanced away from her laptop and in the mirror, her eyes catching the brunette who held Vinci against her hip like a kid–the cat cuddling into her.

"The same thing I always have to study, economics, I haven't changed courses."

"I could help." Jennie offered as she specialised in anything connected with the subject. Y/n knew that, but she would never ask the girl for that kind of help.

"I need you to realise that I truly will never want you as a study buddy or anything like that. I already told you that I don't even want you here tonight." They held eye contact for a second more before Y/n looked back at her laptop.

"The mean girl facade won't chase me away, it doesn't bother me, Y/n." Jennie let her know as she knew that the girl was a cold-hearted bitch for a reason, but it truly didn't bother Jennie. For the most part at least. She only hummed at that, not sparing Jennie any more of her attention.

She let the cat down and watched him run out of the room, hearing in the distance as he climbed in his cat tree and Jennie closed the door before stepping further into the bedroom that smelled sweet and of white florals. "How long are you staying alone for?" She asked and walked over to the girl, getting behind the chair Y/n was in. She stood behind the girl, her hand coming over to the exposed skin as she traced her fingers over it. "Till Monday." She simply answered, trying to ignore the slightly cold hand that ran over to the front, fingers sneaking under her shirt and tracing along her collarbones. It was Thursday which left the girl with a weekend to do whatever she wanted to do.

"I'd never let you stay the weekend alone or alone in general." Y/n never read too much into Jennie's words, it was just some type of turn-on for the woman. "I'd never take my eyes off of you, let you text someone who isn't your friend or let you go out with someone I don't know too." Y/n knew that Jennie was in reality just a toxic piece of shit that tried to come off as this perfect type of partner by using words that were supposed to be protective, but with a deeper meaning never would be. It wasn't like it mattered to her since she wasn't with the girl.

"I like my weekends spent alone or with friends." The girl mumbled, swallowing as Jennie ran her hand back up over her neck.

"I know that you enjoy going out, but it wouldn't happen without me there to make sure you're safe and fine." The vixen rolled her eyes and the fingers came up to her jaw. Jennie gripped it and made Y/n look up, holding onto the backrest of the chair with her other hand, making Y/n look her in the eye.

"Asher does a terrible job at keeping you his."

"Maybe 'cause he doesn't own me," Y/n replied, giving the girl that made her sound like she was a thing to own and take care of a forced smile.

"But you are labelled the same way he is."

Well, Y/n knew that it wasn't right, that cheating wasn't excusable, but here she was, going behind her long-term boyfriend's back for the past four months. Her excuse was the good and more of her type of sex that came with Jennie, but that's all it was, sex. She tried to make it fair and excusable in her head even if she knew that it wasn't. Jennie was good and satisfying sex while Asher was someone who truly treated her right and trusted her because they loved each other. They had been together for four years now in the end and lived together as they continued to study at the same university where they met at 18 and he 19.

It was also where she met Jennie although the girl didn't study there.

[Four months ago]

Y/n continued to watch the 29-year-old woman at the front who had been holding a speech for the class for the past hour about stockbroking and entrepreneurship. "You don't think she's glancing this way quite a lot?" Y/n looked at her friend Lisa who sat beside her as they sat in the middle row, her cheek resting against her fist as it was a Saturday and the hungover was still keeping her dizzy.

They usually didn't have anything on Saturdays, but Lisa had been kind enough (Not really) and signed herself and Y/n up for this lecture from a person who became a millionaire at 20, a billionaire at 25 and had dropped out of university and become an entrepreneur before starting her own stockbroker company. Y/n had lost track, but she had no clue how this was supposed to help as it felt like someone would be stupid enough to drop out and try to achieve the same thing only to fail miserably.

"Called Parkinson, her head is twitching our way against her will the way she's fighting it," Y/n commented and both she and Lisa tried to keep their giggles quiet. She had realised that Jennie Kim had been glancing their way quite a lot, but it looked like she tried not to. Lisa shoved the girl who made her giggle louder than intended as everything was much funnier when they weren't allowed to be loud and had been sitting bored and hungover for a good hour.

"Y/l/n and Manoban." The voice was stern from Professor Kalinski and the two nudged each other with their knees under the table. Seemingly it got louder than intended in a classroom where only one person had been speaking and everyone else had sat quietly or talked with hushed tones or only talked to ask questions. As Kalinski said it took a while to get the woman to come and hold this lecture because she was extremely busy.

"Sorry, we're really sorry." Lisa apologised and Y/n held back the chuckle at how forced that was and got nudged once again, making Y/n do it right back. Her eyes landed on the brunette who was dressed in simple loose dark blue jeans and a plain white shirt with sunglasses resting at the top of her head. If she hadn't known or heard about Jennie Kim before she would have assumed the woman had gotten lost along the way and wasn't some billionaire who walked around with a manager and bodyguards. Despite the designer, she dressed simply.

"Sorry doesn't excuse this disrespectful behaviour." Kalinski pressed and Y/n inhaled before deeply exhaling as she leaned back and rolled her eyes. It felt unnecessary for Professor Kalinski to drag it out even more, that was even more disrespectful in her opinion as he was taking the woman's time.

"No, it's fine." Lisa nudged Y/n when Jennie spoke up and the girl raised her eyebrows at the woman at the front.

"She says it's fine." Y/n pointed out and looked at her professor, but instead of him speaking up about the matter, Jennie continued.

"It's fine because maybe you two have something to add or point out about the lecture I've held for you today." The two got offered a smile and Lisa glanced at Y/n, wondering if Y/n would say anything while also hoping she wouldn't because the vixen rarely held back.

"Not really, we just—" Lisa got cut off by Y/n who sat up straight, her glossy and plump lips parting as heads turned when she spoke. They usually did when it came to the girl who had become known as unattainable because of being hard to get close to and also being taken. Her exotic beauty made her stand out and not fit in at a college but a runway.

"I do have some points to make about this whole lecture." Jennie nodded at that as she leaned against the Professor's desk and took the glasses off from her head. She pointed at Y/n with them and gave a nod of affirmation. "Go ahead then, I am always open to criticism and feedback." She gave her averment with her eyes on no one else but the girl whose eyes were alluring from across a room, leaking with seduction that had the older woman stunned.

"I think that having Miss Kim hold a lecture was genuinely a terrible idea." Y/n started as she saw no point in the woman coming and telling the class about her life, and then lecturing them a bit about entrepreneurship and stockbroking. Jennie hummed, nodding along to what the girl said, listening to every word she said with her eyes not leaving the girl for even a second. They were drilling into her but not in an angry way, they just stared.

"Why is that?" The woman at the front asked and Y/n sucked air through her teeth.

"I believe it might give many the wrong impression that anyone can drop out and become a billionaire."

"Anyone can." Jennie prompted and Y/n shook her head as she had read about it all before and what Jennie had been talking about wasn't anything new to her. The only thing new to her was the little life story she told about dropping out, how she started and where she was now. Things Y/n would never have any use of.

"Yes, anyone can drop out and try, but not everyone will succeed and what they risk is dropping a sustainable future for something that only approximately 0.035% of the whole world is. The odds are against most people in this room even if they were to become at least millionaires which is like 1.1% of the world despite the numbers of millionaires are growing."

"What would you do differently then?" Jennie asked as each point was valid and the younger girl had a sharp tongue for sure. It would irritate Jennie, but she was too blinded by everything else to be hurt and instead, it only enhanced the vixen's beauty.

"I wouldn't be selling unattainable dreams to students who are desperate for money and willing to try most things— most people in this room lack common sense." Some murmurs followed the words that were directed towards the whole class and it wasn't the first time the vixen had done something to upset a classroom. Jennie smiled at that and cut Kalinski off who was just about to speak up, probably to give Y/n yet another warning for her attitude.

"Would you mind talking with me after this lecture? I believe we could exchange some words that could benefit us both."

"Depends, I'm on a tight schedule Miss."

"Five minutes?"

"Fine." With that Jennie went right back to where she had been stopped when the two giggling girls distracted the whole class.

"What the fuck are you two going to talk about?" Lisa asked in a hushed tone as she had no clue what the two could contribute to each other. She knew that Y/n would probably take it seriously or continue ridiculing the woman just because she could. "Don't know, I'm just hungover and tired." Y/n groaned and rested her elbows against the table before burning her face in her palms.

It wasn't long until the lecture was over and Y/n had gathered her stuff together with Lisa. The professor and Jennie were talking with each other at the front and it had slipped the girl's mind that the woman wanted to talk to her until Lisa spoke up while they were walking down the stairs to get to the door.

"You agreed to talk with her, so do it," Lisa said and pushed the girl in the other direction before walking herself towards the door. Y/n heaved a sigh that seemed to catch the two older adults' attention. Professor Kalinski glanced at Y/n before he looked back at Jennie, the two shook hands and bid goodbye before the man grabbed his things and left together with the three people who had been with Jennie. They closed the door and left the two alone.

"You seem like a sharp-witted person..." Jennie trailed off and looked at the girl as she was fishing for a name she did not know. This time standing face to face with the girl who looked like a copy of Irina Shayk, but with grey-blueish eyes, her scent was making Jennie lose even more of the track she tried to stay on, but the more she tried to keep an eye contact with the siren eyes the harder it was becoming. 

"It's Y/n. I don't know if I can say the same about someone who lectures students about dropping out and shooting at stars in broad daylight." Y/n wholeheartedly said as she still hadn't changed her mind about how stupid this whole thing was aside from the 30 minutes Jennie had been speaking about stockbroking. "Plus to be able to summarise your life story in an hour seems pretty sad and not as story-rich as you try to come off as. Not all rich people need to have a sob story behind their success. You could have just said that you struggled at the start, but had a support system which were rich parents." The girl drilled on in a tone that let Jennie know that she wasn't enthusiastic about this at all because of how monotone it was and low, holding a rasp to it compared to the tone she used earlier.

"That's kind of harsh." Jennie pointed out. She hadn't had anyone stomp her this way before and she couldn't determine how she felt about it, Y/n shrugged.

"I hear that they call reality quite harsh." She gave her a smile that was also as forced as the other ones before.

"That they do, but I think your words are refreshing since not many people are this honest with me." It was a change and reality check even if she didn't necessarily like them, but this one came in handy for the future.

"Well–" Y/n started and ignored the lingering gaze on her body as it wasn't the first time. Jennie looked over the washed-out olive green denim skirt the girl had with a tight spaghetti strap top in a similar colour with a velvety material midriff zip-up that was a darker grey. The pair of white shin-high boots made her taller as she was already taller than the older girl by probably four inches. "Have you considered the thought that if someone is leeching off of you and your money they might sugarcoat everything for you?" She finished and Jennie looked up after trying to finalise in her head if the girl had her nipples pierced or not. She did and Jennie shifted in her spot as her hands found their way into the pockets of her jeans.

"I have been told that it might happen." Y/n nodded at that and gave Jennie a look that stated that she was quite done with their five-minute talk even if it hadn't been five minutes yet. "Wait–" Jennie stopped the girl who was about to turn around and leave and Y/n stalled as she looked at the woman with a hum.

"Would you want to meet up and continue this conversation but go into more depth on a day when you aren't busy?" She questioned and looked at Y/n with hopeful eyes. Y/n contemplated for a few seconds as she didn't know Jennie more than from what she'd heard and what the woman had told about herself. She had a boyfriend too and wasn't sure how he would feel about it, but at the same time it was just a meeting and Y/n never expected or assumed these things.

"I'm not really into fancy restaurants and wine." Y/n declined as she could tell that Jennie would want to meet over some fancy dinner which wasn't her cup of tea at all. The latter scratched her nape and hummed. "Yacht party next Friday?" Jennie offered.

"Motion sickness." Y/n declined, making it hard for Jennie who let out a gruffly hum in thought at how impossible it felt to get to talk to the girl. It felt like roles had been switched and that the vixen was the busy billionaire although she knew that she was just as busy with studying as she was with work.

"Club opening on Saturday, invite-only, we can enter from the back to avoid any cameras." Something was telling the girl that if both her Friday and Saturday were booked by parties, the girl wasn't just some fancy CEO but lived a life filled with parties that Y/n could not afford or experience since she didn't have the same status.

"I guess." Jennie nodded at that with a small smile. "Do I get your number then?"

"Sure." Y/n was handed the phone and she quickly typed in her number before she handed the phone back and the door to the classroom opened. The two looked at the entrance where a tall and lean guy peeked inside, brown curls, dressed in a pair of washed-out blue jeans and a black tee with vans. He smiled and Y/n returned it.

"Lisa said you would be here, sorry if I am disturbing you two, I will wait outside." He apologised and closed the door after him again. Y/n looked back at Jennie who had a small frown.

"I think that's all, you can text me, I don't answer calls, anyway, my boyfriend is waiting, bye." The woman didn't get to say anything else as the girl was already walking towards the door, leaving only her sweet and flowery aroma.

"So, you're going with this Jennie Kim? How old is she, Y/n and who is she?" Asher asked the girl who was busy finishing her make-up by the vanity table as she applied lip gloss. Her boyfriend was always present and watching her get ready ever since they met as he would leave sweet and cheesy compliments about how good she looked and how much he loved her. 

"29 I think? She held a lecture last week since she's this billionaire that owns a stockbroker company and shares in many other companies that do different things from entertainment to entrepreneurship." Y/n explained what she had heard about the woman who was going up in net worth every living second. The woman who could sleep on money Y/n could only dream about, money most people could only dream about.

"You haven't heard about her?" She questioned and looked at the guy older through the mirror. There was a whole buzz about the woman as she even had TV ads, interviews, being a guest on programs, shoots and whatnot. Her company was more known than her, but she still had a great following and wasn't just some old CEO, but someone attractive who was among celebrities with invites to luxury events. It felt hard to miss her and Y/n just so happened to be going out with her, but she wasn't too invested in Jennie as a person. She always had an interest in the topic of economics and always took opportunities when she had them.

"No...I'm not interested in all that stuff, you know that I am more invested in volleyball." She hummed at that as the guy was prone to playing professionally soon enough as he was being offered deals and was playing for the university's official team. "I just want to know that you will be fine and nothing bad will happen to you." That was the guy's only worry, Y/n's safety as it was the most important thing to him.

"I will be all fine." She reassured him and got up from the chair as she turned off the mirror lights. The vixen walked over to her boyfriend who looked up at her as he sat at the edge of the bed, facing the vanity table. She grabbed his hand as he intertwined their fingers, his hand being much bigger than hers, the guy was bigger in general as he was a middle blocker at 6 '5. "I don't know if you have to wait 'cause I'm not sure when I will be back." The girl said. It was already 9:50 p.m. and her phone notification went off as she was supposed to be picked up at 10.

"So, your boyfriend just lets you go out to clubs with anyone?" Jennie asked as the two were almost near the said club. Y/n got busy with her phone through the middle of the conversation although not in a rude way, but simply because she had to mute it and send a quick reply to her group chat with friends so they would let her breathe.

"Why wouldn't he?" She questioned and put her phone beside her bare thigh, this time dressed in all black. A denim skater mini skirt, lace corset top and an oversized leather jacket. She couldn't tell if Jennie was heading to a club or if she was heading for a quick run for groceries as she was dressed in simple loose jeans again and a long sleeve with a black blazer just as loose. Jennie shrugged at that, deciding not to comment further on it.

Y/n wasn't stupid, she had caught Jennie's lingering gaze a long time ago, it was evident when they first spoke, but she honestly always ignored those gazes as she always stayed collected. It wasn't like she could do anything about it since she didn't control people even if certain gazes made her uncomfortable at times. She knew better and if she paid any mind to those she wouldn't be talking to many people at all. People got over their crushes and befriended her instead. Somewhere along the conversations with Jennie at the club that had gone surprisingly smoothly and weren't conversations where Y/n was hissy, some things did go wrong.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Y/n exclaimed as she stared into the mirror in front of her. Her pupils were blown, her body felt warm and fuzzy, warm enough for the leather jacket to get discarded in the club, her heart was beating hard and not too steady and she kept her jaw clenched to not bite off her tongue because of how her jaw was jumping basically from the bruxism. The feeling was all too familiar as she had taken it before, but it had all been willingly and not this way.

"I swear, I told her to hand you the water, but not that water." Jennie tried to excuse it as the water with ecstasy got handed to Y/n instead of the regular one. The girl was under the influence of alcohol so the taste didn't occur to her until she felt its effects. At least she had gotten closer to Jennie which made it less stupid to be high at the moment.

Y/n turned around, her siren eyes looking at the woman who she had been drinking with tonight while talking— not only was she drunk, but now also high on molly. She patted over her body, her touch feeling like brushing feathers over her body that felt like a warm and fuzzy cloud as if she was dipped in a warm and comforting bath, a sheet of sweat covering her from how warm it was. "My phone is in your car. Do you have gum? And please for the love of God, can we do something that does not include standing in this bathroom." Y/n rambled, stumbling over her tongue before clenching her jaw again to not injure herself, but the hard clenching wasn't much better because it felt like her teeth would crack.

Although she couldn't care about it since she felt too good and suddenly she wasn't too mad as she felt like every little thing that had ever bothered her, or happened, or her shitty mental health had all disappeared and she felt invincible to everything harmful. She felt free and open. Jennie bit her lower lip, looking into grey eyes that were black from the blown pupils.

"Come on," Jennie said and grabbed Y/n's hand, it felt like she was wrapped in cotton candy and the urge to just cling onto the woman was getting overwhelming Jennie guided her through the club. It took longer than necessary as Y/n talked to everyone they stopped by as people would greet them, but in the end, they reached the club's roof terrace that had been off limits because of uncertain weather. The wind blew cold against Jennie's skin, but against Y/n's it felt like feathers brushed her skin. Y/n gently chewed the gum she asked for from a girl they ran into who seemed to be in the same situation as her.

"Why did we run away from the social party?" Y/n questioned as she felt like talking to everything and everyone.

"I don't want you to get a heat stroke," Jennie replied and guided the girl along with her towards the couches that were under a roof. Y/n's hand was cold in her hold, holding a water bottle in her other hand that only had water this time, but the girl was heated up to the point where the clothes she had on now felt too warm to wear despite barely having anything on. 

"Have you taken ecstasy before?" The older woman asked to make sure that Y/n would be fine, she glanced over her shoulder to see the girl looking around the place with her lips parted. Her eyes sparkled as everything felt much more mesmerising and meaningful, to the point where meaningless things felt meaningful as the stars were close to making her tear up from how pretty they looked in the night sky. Y/n sighed as she felt great.

"Yeah, a few times, but I always get fried after so I try to only take it once or twice a year," Y/n explained, adding more than needed as Jennie sat down on the terrace couch and pulled Y/n down beside her. She opened the water bottle and handed it to the girl who sat slumped on the couch. Y/n took it, her mouth constantly running dry as her heart continued to pound in her ribcage. The emotions felt so real and heightened and she handed the water right back to Jennie after taking a sip.

Jennie didn't mind when Y/n grabbed her hand and wrapped it around her shoulders before leaning against her. Her body felt like a cloud that was embraced by another warmth as she wanted nothing more than to be held and in someone's company. It was like gentle waves that washed into shore and were heated by the sun, sparkling in the light. "I don't think we should stay long, you might get too cold...Your body isn't regulating heat or cold like it should." Jennie commented and pulled the girl closer to herself as Y/n's body started to get cold yet was still covered in a sheet of sweat and her hands felt a bit clammy.

Her eyes looked over the girl who was leaning against her, she couldn't lie and say that it didn't feel like another ego boost to hold a girl who looked like a Victoria angel. Her long legs brushed against Jennie's, exposed and glistening, her scent lingering around them, her cleavage being somewhat in the view from the top-

"It must be nice to be this rich," Y/n mumbled as she thought about who it was that sat with their arms wrapped around her as she laid with her cheek pressed against Jenne's clavicle. Her ears picked up the calming beat of Jennie's heart and the older felt like a fluffy bear the way she held her. The drug made her more touchy and open for it as she wouldn't otherwise be so clingy with the woman, but it felt too nice. 

"Yes and no...It's like you said; some people only leech off of me and don't care about more than the benefits of being close to me. Dating is also quite shitty. It gets lonely at times. Money does buy happiness, it also gets you friends and partners, but it tends to be fabricated." Y/n tilted her head back at that and looked at Jennie who looked back down at her. She chuckled at the girl who was chewing the gum with her mouth closed as her jaw was still impossible to unclench.

Y/n pouted. "I feel bad for you now." Jennie laughed at the tone of the girl and reached her hand over to her face.

"You will hurt yourself, try to open your mouth a little, Y/n."

"I can't." Y/n whined as it felt hopeless and overwhelming with how she couldn't control her clenched jaw.

Jennie gripped her jaw and could feel the vibration from how hard it was clenched. "That feels good," Y/n mumbled and closed her eyes, Jennie brushed her fingers along her smooth face. The feeling was still like feathers as her skin felt so soft and made each hair on her body stand. It was making her melt.

"You're really beautiful." Jennie complimented as she felt more daring now that the girl's cold demeanour was gone because of the drugs and she was acting all soft, whiny and mushy. Y/n sighed and opened her eyes as she stared at Jennie who she found very beautiful too. "I know, but it's hard to be this pretty, I am sure you understand." Jennie couldn't help but laugh as she continued to gently trace her fingers over the girl's face and down.

Jennie decided to use this chance and ask the girl some questions as she was somewhat drunk–answering questions too and Y/n was high and not as cold and closed off anymore. Maybe she could insinuate and get close enough to the girl.

"What's with the mean girl attitude though?" She asked and traced her fingers down Y/n's neck who lay with her head against her shoulder. The two looked at each other and Y/n sighed once again through her nose, enjoying the way Jennie softly ran her fingers over her sensitive body. They went over her collarbones, running down the neckline that stopped in the middle of her chest and back up, it brought shivers over her body and Y/n felt like she would melt from how good it felt to be held and touched.

"I've been a bully since middle school and I guess it just stuck to me and now I am what people like to call a mean girl..." She explained.

"Is that it?" She asked as it felt like a short answer.

"I'm not mean to my friends or family, well, I am at times but in a joking manner. I just guess it's easier to push people away when you aren't approachable. I also decided to live up to the stereotype and be a mean pretty girl instead of a dumb blonde since I otherwise would get categorized as dumb simply because of the way I look. My looks are preceding." She listened to every word that came from Y/n, getting a better understanding of what it felt like to be her. Y/n opened up and let Jennie take a step inside and see what her world could look like. 

Jennie's was much different.

"Why do you push people away?" She watched the way Y/n jutted out her lower lip. The intense emotions surged through her whole body. "Because people come and they go, but I don't like the going part, I hate it, I truly hate being left alone."

"I can see how being mean helps with that."

Y/n gazed her eyes over the older woman who stared at her with an intensity that felt dangerous from how it made her body tingle when she would usually ignore it. The warmth just felt too good to pull away from. She hummed at Jennie's words that crawled gently over her skin.

"Did you agree to come because of the benefits of seeing someone like me?" Jennie asked in a whisper and ran her hand up to Y/n's face. She traced her jaw as she waited for the answer, feeling like the girl would be honest with her since she was under the influence of the love drug and people tended to just spill their feelings when they were. Jennie knew because she did and tried to avoid the drug unless she was around people she trusted dearly. The water with ecstasy was truly an accident, but maybe it wasn't such a bad accident.

"Yeah, but for the benefit of your knowledge even if your lecture was fucking stupid. You know things I don't and I don't mind learning from someone who has experience, but I don't care about your fame or money or your personal life...I get nothing out of it since I am content with my life."

"I have a lot of experience Y/n if you don't care about those things, experience in a vast majority of things and knowledge too that I wouldn't mind sharing." Jennie licked her lips, her tone dropping to a more hushed one as it was low in pitch too. Y/n found herself swallowing down her dry throat as the woman ran her thumb over her bottom lip.

"I don't think that's—" Y/n started, but Jennie stopped her.

"You should open your mouth before you hurt yourself, Y/n," Jennie said and grabbed hold of her jaw once again. This time Y/n parted her lips and Jennie leaned closer as she turned her body. "We should replace your gum too." She added and gestured to the girl who pushed the piece of gum out from between her lips and Jennie proceeded to take it and toss it away. It wasn't a bad accident as it let her insinuate much easier and let her get into this position with the model-like girl.

Then came yet another wrong turn as Jennie helped Y/n lay down who held onto her shoulders, settling herself between the girl's long legs. She looked at her as she pushed her hair away with one hand, the other resting beside her head. "Will you mind? If you do, just tell me to back off because I am not forcing you into anything, Y/n." Jennie spoke, leaning closer to Y/n's plump and glossy lips, her enticing scent sweet and floral, the vanilla lingering on her lips. Y/n's mind felt fuzzy and her body even more heated in the moment with Jennie on top of her who smelled of citrus, spices, cedar and musk. It held a comfort, the scent was calming.

"You will stop if I tell you to?" Y/n asked to make sure as she couldn't figure out if she would back out in the middle or not as everything was overwhelming.

"I promise you, star," Jennie reassured the girl who nodded. 

It felt too good to deny with her fingers already threading into Jennie's hair, relishing in the feeling of all the textures that felt like the euphoria that she was in. Jennie leaned in and closed the gap between them, catching the girl's lips with hers as Y/n pulled her closer to herself. Her heart was pounding against Jennie who was on top of her with her hand gently running along her waist which was enough for the younger girl to sigh in contentment at the feelings.

Jennie tilted her head, pushing her tongue into Y/n's mouth with her hand running under the corset top. It felt lavish against her body, it felt too good to have hands run over her body and Jennie's warm and slick tongue pressing against hers. The older girl pushed herself more into Y/n, pushing her semi against her as the alcohol had made her horny to the point where she had been walking with it since the bathroom.

Y/n lightly hummed, feeling Jennie press against the heat between her legs, making her push more into the older girl whose hand found it to her breast. Jennie pulled away from her lips, watching Y/n's face, her pupils blown in a daze and her fingers played with the girl's pierced nipple and she smiled. "You're so sexy, I had a hard time looking anywhere else in that classroom." Jennie's voice sent goosebumps over Y/n's skin who leaned back in and caught her lips. The girl cupped her breast, brushing her thumb over the jewellery and hard nipple.

Their breathing grew heavier, Y/n's chest heaving as her lips let go of Jennie's, too overwhelmed by all the touch over her body. The girl pushed her one leg apart more until it fell down the couch and Jennie made herself more comfortable between her legs, this time Y/n could feel Jennie's cock pressed against her heat fully as her skirt rode up her thighs. "Feels good," Y/n mumbled as her eyes closed at the lips that trailed along her neck. They were wet kisses like a paintbrush gently painting her skin. Jennie hummed at the words that gently brushed their way into her ears, Y/n being lost in bliss.

The vixen moved her head and Jennie looked up at her. Y/n's heart was picking up more and more, the throbbing becoming too much between her legs as it had left her underwear damp. "I want you to fuck me, Jennie." She breathed out and Jennie kissed her once again, the words making her dick throb at how much she wanted to do what the girl asked for. 

She sucked on her bottom lip, savouring the taste of vanilla from the lipgloss while reaching her hand between their bodies, the other still resting beside Y/n's head. The music was completely muted in their world, the faint talking coming from below them from outside the club, the nightlife of the city being at full speed while the two were melting in their acidic clouds of lust. The world didn't disappear, but they went through a door to a new one. It was an invite to Sin City.

Jennie unzipped her pants, pushing them down just enough together with her boxer briefs at the front to take her leaking cock out that was scalding in her hold, the vein throbbing. Blindly she pushed Y/n's skirt up more and the girl whimpered when Jennie brushed her fingers over her wet pussy as she pulled the lace underwear to the side. The only thing on her mind was to bury herself deep within Y/n's warmth as imaging it hadn't been enough.

She pulled away from her lips, still brushing over them as they both held them parted, breaths fanning against each other from their hitched breathing. She guided her sensitive tip to her entrance while pumping herself. Y/n's breath fell short when she felt the stretch, Jennie's tip slowly pushing into her tight hole as the two moaned. Y/n drowned in how it overtook her body as Jennie moved her hips in one smooth motion, filling her and making her moan and whine at the painful stretch that somehow felt good at the same time. 

Jennie stalled her movement at the snug grip on her cock, the girl being tight as her pussy greedily took her throbbing in-need cock. All she wanted to do was milk the girl full with her cum. The older woman wanted to remove their clothes and be able to see the way her cock stretched the girl out who was holding back on whimpers. To be able and see how her thick cock spread her lips and pushed inside. Her pussy was wet and warm, fitting her tightly. "You're so tight, Y/n, you feel so good." She moaned, placing both her forearms beside the girl's head as she buried her face in her neck.

"Fuck, oh god, fuck, make me feel good, Jennie." Y/n practically begged at the stinging stretch, feeling the scalding dick deep inside her. The woman on top of her let out something between a moan and a groan when she started to move. Y/n's hands clutched onto her shoulders as her head got thrown back. The thrusts picked up to deep and rough, with each a light moan followed by how full she felt and the way Jennie's pelvis was brushing against her clit. Her cock dragged along her walls, getting swallowed by her slick cunt, the girl feeling the way the bulbous pink tip caressed her g-spot as it curved just the right amount. It was making her whole body tingle and clit throb at Jennie's touch.

Jennie let out heavy breaths and grunts, the tight and sweltering walls slick and throbbing around her swollen cock. A moan followed from her lips and she clenched her jaw with her eyes closing tightly at how good it felt to be fucking the girl that had managed to give her a semi with the way she rolled her eyes in the classroom. Y/n's hands gripped onto Jennie's shirt, her moans falling into Jennie's ears as her legs spasmed with her back arching, chest pressing against Jennie's. Her thrusts got harsher but the pace stayed in the same tempo of a beating heart. Y/n let out a gasp at the pleasurable pain of getting stuffed by the older woman's cock who knew exactly how to position herself to fuck her right. It made her walls clamp down around her with each thrust.

It started to wash over her, it went through every nerve in her body, her veins getting filled with more chemicals as her whole body tingled the closer she got. "Your pussy is amazing, God, I want to fuck you right every single day." Jennie groaned out, her stomach twisting as she couldn't hold herself longer from how good Y/n felt around her. She felt almost disappointed with herself because she wanted to keep fucking the vixen whose cunt was taking away her breath, but her orgasm was coming quickly.

Unable to last as long as she usually did– it didn't seem to matter when Y/n's walls clasped around her and she felt nails dig into her shoulders. The moans were light and whiny, Y/n unable to grasp how good it felt or what exactly she was feeling when it came crashing like a harsh wave over her whole body. Jennie's jaw clasped closed, the sound coming out strained when her hips stuttered this time, the first rope of cum shooting right into her and she buried herself balls deep inside the pussy that was pulsating around her cock that continued to spurt out thick ropes of cum. It only made the vixen feel even more filled at how the warm cum splattered her walls white.

Y/n opened her eyes as more washed over her, this time not an orgasm or pleasure as her heart started to beat harder and faster than after the orgasm. She stared at the roof over them that was blocking the sky. That's when it stopped feeling good as Yn knew the whole time that Asher was waiting for her at home whom she loved and who loved her dearly yet she still proceeded with something that felt good in the moment but left her feeling sick after because of herself.

"Did you cum inside me?" She asked to make sure the woman panting into her neck as she laid on top of her came inside her. At the back of her head, she knew that she did because she could still feel her inside, the thick member growing soft. Her hands gripped her shirt, slowly unable to handle all the emotions that were so much stronger from the drug coursing through her veins. All she could do was feel guilty and regret allowing herself to go as far as this. Y/n knew she had no excuse for it except for the selfishness that washed over her at the moment; lust.

Jennie swallowed and slowly pulled her limp dick out of the girl. She pushed herself up and looked down between them as she first fixed Y/n's underwear and skirt. "Yeah—" She simply replied and sat up, leaning back against the backrest of the couch, swiftly putting her cock back inside her drawers as Y/n pushed herself up to sit while trying to not get eaten by the strong emotions. "I assumed you're on birth control since you have a boyfriend," Jennie added while zipping her pants back up, glancing at Y/n who had her eyes elsewhere. She frowned, waiting for a reply from the girl as she now got worried that she wasn't on any birth control.

"I have an implant," Y/n replied and before Jennie could ask more her head snapped towards the door where they had walked out from that got pushed open with loud laughter and talking. The music became less muffled before the door fell closed and it got muffled once again. Y/n's mind was in a daze, drowning in the strong guilt she felt as the people joined them, unable to talk to them as there was a lump in her throat the whole time.

Jennie hadn't managed to say a word to Y/n except to ask if she was ready to leave when the clock struck close to 3 am. She spent the car ride watching the girl whose pupils slowly went back to normal typing away on her phone. Jennie was unsure of what to say so she didn't say anything. It didn't feel necessary to ask anything since they barely knew each other and had only talked about some common interests and to other people who joined them and then the sex. 

She assumed that sex was the problem, but it wasn't her problem since she was satisfied.

Y/n reached for the door handle right away when the car stopped outside her and Asher's apartment complex. However, she got stopped by Jennie who grabbed hold of her wrist because she still had to make sure of one thing that she had been worried about. She knew that she should be more careful. Y/n looked back at the woman.

"Are you sure that you're on birth control? I mean, I could ask my manager to get you plan B's right now if you aren't." Y/n rolled her eyes at the question. She sharply exhaled through her nose and grabbed hold of Jennie's hand and brought it up to her arm, guiding two fingers over the implant and letting Jennie feel that it was there. She dropped the woman's hand and opened the door, without a word more she got out and slammed the door closed after her.

Y/n had made it inside the silent apartment, kicked off her shoes and gone straight to the shower to wash away the filth she felt like she was. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get rid of it though because she couldn't reverse the fact that she had cheated on the guy she had been with for four years. The one who trusted her every time she went out without him. The one whose heart she had in her hands and knew would crush if she told him. Y/n wasn't ready to lose him, she didn't want to. She loved him even if it made her even more selfish. She had already been selfish once and saw no reason to stop.

She had put on her pyjama pants and shirt that she had left in the bathroom earlier and went straight to the couch. Unable to walk the way to the bedroom and lay down beside someone clueless while being aware of what she had done. It didn't feel right to go to the home she had with him after letting in someone uninvited. Vinci lay beside her as she buried her face in his fur and let the tears slowly bleed from her eyes.

She blocked Jennie's number, not because she cheated on her boyfriend with her, but because she had a feeling she would do it again if she saw the woman. Despite the terrible feelings and how horrible it made her—she couldn't deny how good it felt and it made her feel even worse about it all.

[Present]

"But you are labelled the same way he is."

"Why are you so obsessed with him?" Y/n questioned as Jennie couldn't keep it out of her mouth whenever she saw the girl. Jennie knew that Y/n was the type of girl who had a mouth too good for her good in many ways, but one was that she could say things that would get on her nerves. She turned the swivel chair as her hand let go of Y/n's jaw and this time grabbed hold of her neck before a clatter followed when she pushed the chair into the vanity table.

"Watch what you're saying. I'm not obsessed with him, I'm just stating the fact that you are dating someone stupid enough to let his girlfriend walk without being there to make sure no one else is wetting their dick in her."

"That's because he trusts me not to let it happen which I guess you've always had a hard time with...Is that why you run to someone taken instead of finding someone who wants you?" For a second, Y/n could feel the grip tighten on her neck. The woman stared her down as she was towering over her because she was sitting in the chair. Jennie poked at the inside of her cheek. She knew that she had no right to fight with the girl about these things so she didn't do it this time. She also knew that the vixen had a thing for making her angry, it was either because of the sex that came with it or to degrade the person she was cheating with because she felt horrible but couldn't stop even when she tried.

She grabbed Jennie's wrist, the older woman looking into the eyes that turned docile and she loosened her grip on her throat. The two weren't sure when the arguing started as it happened at times but it did some time after they started to see each other. "There's no reason to take it there Y/n when you could instead take my cock and if you want to study you could sit on it and do it. Be a good cock-warmer instead." Jennie suggested as she didn't come over to fight with the girl, but Y/n was petty–towards Jennie that is. All she came for was to stick her dick into the girl and spend time with it there.

Jennie liked meaningless sex.

"How bout I go out, buy a strap, and have you sit on it while I study?" Y/n suggested right back as she tilted her head. The only thing she planned on doing was studying and she only replied to Jennie to have her stop texting, but it backfired as the older woman came knocking on her door instead. Y/n was always occupied with school, work, friends and her boyfriend. She had no time for Jennie aside from the times when Asher had competitions and it was the season for them so it happened more often now. He'd be away for a day, two or more on tournaments and Y/n would try to make it with their friends to some.

Jennie's schedule was more versatile considering she mostly worked from home and got to schedule and reschedule however she liked. People wanted her time, not the other way around with one exception which was Y/n.

"Why are you being an asshole when I am just offering you some quality time together?" Y/n removed Jennie's hand from her neck and the woman stepped back when Y/n got up from the chair. Jennie didn't mind that the girl was taller, it was hot in her opinion. "You must be really into ass stuff if you keep coming back to fuck me then." She grabbed hold of Jennie's shoulders and pushed the woman until the back of her knees hit the bed and Jennie sat down. Her hands found their way to the girl's ass as she held it while looking up at her.

"Not like you are letting me." She muttered as Y/n hadn't even let her take off her top or touch her the way she liked. If Jennie knew, she would have never gotten involved with the vixen because she had been running right back to her despite having the option of many other girls. She couldn't figure out if it was the sex, the pussy, Y/n's skills, or maybe the girl in general even if she at times left the place with more pent-up anger than when she came over.

The vixen wasn't one to fight, she deemed herself to not be toxic until she stumbled upon Jennie. She couldn't tell if it was the guilt and shame she felt from cheating whenever she was with Asher—those feelings that disappeared with Jennie. She had never had any serious or real fights, some bickering and misunderstandings always happened—it changed though. It felt like they were fighting every other day now and Y/n knew that it was all her, that it was her fault. She loved him, she loved him too much to break his heart and hoped that he would do it instead, but she knew that it couldn't go on like this.

Y/n looked down, being able to see the print of Jennie's semi-hard dick through the grey sweats. "Not sure I will either." She replied and pushed Jennie to lay down on her back before coming up to straddle her. The woman let out a huff at the pressure put on her dick which had been growing hard ever since she left her place and started to think about the girl. Y/n's warm and light body planted itself on top of her and she groaned at the feeling that made her body react.

"Shouldn't you be at some big private party fucking other girls?" Y/n asked and Jennie released a shaky breath at how she started to gyrate her hips, grinding down on her growing cock. Jennie was a busy person, she had girls willing to suck her off at every corner and yet she was showing up to Y/n's apartment. It seemed stupid in Y/n's opinion to miss out on those parties and that life, she knew that if she were in Jennie's shoes she wouldn't be missing out on it.

Her eyes stayed on where Y/n was pressed down against her, watching how she as smoothly as waves moved her clothed cunt against her restrained cock. "They're no fun alone...What're you doing tomorrow?" She breathed out. 

Y/n smiled and leaned closer, her hips not stopping as she could feel Jennie's erection right against her heat. The older woman's chest heaved and her grip got tighter on Y/n's ass, fondling her cheeks as groping at the siren's body only turned her on even more. To trace each perfect curve, the slim body was easy to hold and bend. "I'm busy tomorrow, my friends are sleeping here and then we are going out on Saturday," Y/n replied, rolling her hips against Jennie's throbbing cock, the friction growing as her hips stuttered into Y/n, dry humping at her. The older woman wanted nothing more than for the girl to take it in either her mouth or snug cunt. She loved both.

"Don't go." It strained, coming from the back of her throat as she suppressed the moan that was close to pushing through from the friction. Her cock leaking with the salty pre-cum and staining as Y/n glanced down to see a small wet spot. It made her continue, Jennie was unable to look away from how smoothly her hips rolled back and forth with ease, there was no stutter or messy humping aside from the way her hips buckled up. It made her grip tighten even more as she held back on the sounds that wanted to escape her lips since the girl hadn't even touched her skin.

"What?"

"I told you not to go. Call and cancel." Jennie let out, between her uneven heavy breaths, her hips bucking into the girl who was whining against the big erection. The woman was a shower in general and the print was always there, but it got very prominent now that she was erect. There was nothing better than Jennie pushing it all right into her and stretching her out, but Y/n's ego got in the way right now.

"Why would I do as you tell me?" Y/n questioned, staring down at the older woman whose vein was popping out at the side of her throat. She reached her one hand to her throat, brushing her fingers over it. The request seemed fairly odd, but it wasn't new that Jennie tried to order her around. Jennie tried to get control she didn't have because she didn't have Y/n to begin with because she was intruding on a home. 

"I'm not telling you what to do." Jennie defended and was about to lift herself, her eyes trained on their parts that were pressing against each other, Y/n's ass dragging along her and pressing down harder. The patch of precum on her sweats had grown bigger and the outline was lined up perfectly for the girl. She was ready to either fuck the girl or bust any second which she was not up for since she would find it embarrassing if she came in her underwear. She didn't get to sit up though as the fingers that were tracing her vein grabbed hold of her throat and held her down.

"You did." Y/n knew what she heard and what she did hear sounded much like a demand that Jennie had no position to place.

"I asked," Jennie argued in a quiver, her tone defensive and in a rasp as her dick was throbbing, the friction only continued to grow as Y/n pressed down harder against her. This time a grunt escaped her as she couldn't hold back, Y/n's breath hitching every time she dragged over the mushroom tip and rubbed at her covered clit that was pulsating at how needy she had gotten just from rubbing against her.

"That wasn't asking, that was ordering." Her eyes snapped up at Y/n who wasn't letting it go.

"You must've heard me wrong. I said, "Could you call and cancel?" Y/n chuckled at those words, finding it ridiculous that Jennie was trying to lie. She knew what she had heard her say. The woman always defended her wrongs and never righted them.

"You didn't." Y/n calmly said as she knew that Jennie was losing her cool because her orgasm was approaching and she wasn't getting things the way she wanted them to be. That was her worst nightmare in the end. Y/n wasn't giving in and was putting up a fight when most girls didn't because they didn't have the guts to go against someone who was of higher status. They were there for money, but Y/n wasn't. Y/n matter factly couldn't care less about who Jennie was and her money.

Jennie was a loser in her opinion.

"Then what did I say?" Jennie gritted out and tried to stall Y/n's hips and she let go of her throat, the brunette's fingertips digging into her plump ass.

"Don't go, call and cancel," Y/n repeated and grabbed Jennie's hands, prying them away from her ass. The only time she had some sort of strength or control was when Jennie was at the edge and unable to use her strength right. She pulled them away from herself so the woman under her wouldn't be able to stop her and pinned them down above her head, watching how her chest heaved much quicker.

"It wasn't meant as an order, must've been my tone." Jennie's hooded eyes caught Y/n's, glancing at her plump lips that held a haughty smirk.

"Sure." She said in a whisper, not caring since it wasn't her embarrassment, but Jennie's because she knew what she had heard. Somehow she had learned what ticked Jennie off who was holding back whimpers and whines at the moment. She had her in a moment of weakness because Jennie was about to cum which she wanted to do but not in her underwear.

"Asking you to stay is not a big deal." Y/n hummed at that and Jennie's brows furrowed, lips parting to speak only to close as she shakily inhaled, feeling that knot tightening in her stomach before it would at last snap. 

"You're just sensitive. I was trying to have you stay to spend the day or go to a party that will be better than wherever you are going. I was trying to be nice and you twisted it and made me look bad." She only let the woman blabber on desperately as she was going out of her way to explain herself even if Y/n had dropped it. She only hummed once again as she knew that Jennie was going out of her way because she had heard it all right.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—get off." Jennie groaned and tried to get her hands out of Y/n's grip. It was a weak try because the knot was getting overwhelming after she hadn't had any release for a good week which was when she last saw the girl on top of her. Her breathing grew deeper and harsher as she could feel it throbbing down her cock that hardened even more and her balls tightened. All her strength going on trying to hold back instead of trying to get out of Y/n's hold.

"Isn't that what you wanted though?" Y/n mocked and bit her lower lip, managing to wrap her slender fingers around Jennie's wrists to have her one hand free.

"Not like this." She pushed 

"You want to cum inside?" Jennie pathetically nodded before burying her face in her shoulder and biting down on her hoodie to try and hold back. "Too bad you will never get to," Y/n stated as they always had protection. Her hand reached for Jennie's jaw, grasping it and being met by her dark eyes when she pulled her away from her shoulder. She tried to pull away to hide her face as she was starting to get embarrassed and the last thing she wanted was for Y/n to get even more out of it by having her make these sounds she had never made before until the vixen on top of her let her get a taste of her.

"Y/n–" She didn't get to finish when the said girl moved her hips once more, all the way to her throbbing tip. Y/n's grip tightened on her cheeks to make sure that Jennie would let out all of her pathetic little whimpers and whines when she came since she always muffled them. Jennie's head went blank as the sounds flew out of her mouth, whimpering as her hips bucked with each spurt of cum into her underwear that grew warm and sticky. Her back arched and she convulsed, Y/n slowing down and removing some pressure. Jennie whined at how she came in a way that made her whole body numb and more cum leak out when she bucked once again into the girl.

"It's so funny how you try to come off all superior, but then whimper like a little bitch and cum in your underwear like a teenager...Is it some kind of complex?" Y/n continued to mock, watching how Jennie panted for air under her and the vixen lifted herself, glancing down to see a big stain that had formed on the grey material. 

"You're a fucking bitch." Jennie gritted out, still out of breath as she struggled her wrists out of Y/n's grip with ease. She grabbed her hips and harshly pushed her off of herself before sitting up. She cringed at the big load she had blown and the stain it caused. It pissed her off as she looked at Y/n with her eyes hard. Never had she let any other girls take it so far or have her humiliated in this way, but it happened all the time with the girl who had her dick under some spell. Over her dead body would anything like this happen, but here she was all alive and it was happening every time with Y/n.

"Not my fault you came as if you haven't had sex in years." Y/n shrugged as she hadn't expected Jennie to release so much from just some simple dry humping. 

Jennie grumbled under her breath, making Y/n hum in confusion as she leaned back against her headboard.

"Cause, I haven't had sex in a week, you fucking whore."

"So sweet." Y/n continued and counted the days before she frowned. "Wait– you're telling me the last time you had sex was at the hotel?" This time she questioned as the two had run into each other and Jennie booked a room for the night–Y/n excusing herself and saying she was staying over at Lisa's place when Asher asked. She knew that if he had called Lisa she would've covered for her.

"What about it?" Jennie asked and took out her phone, wallet, and car keys before tossing them onto the side table. The frown did not leave her eyebrows, the mess uncomfortable.

"Nothing, I just assumed since you've been to so many events and stuff during the week that you managed to see someone else." She looked at Y/n, wondering if she truly didn't care whether she saw someone else or not.  

Jennie wasn't going to tell her the truth.

"I haven't had time, so I would appreciate it if we could at least go at it once." This time she asked with her nicest voice. Y/n tilted her head as she looked at the mess she created in Jennie's sweats–she would lie if she said that she wasn't wet and her clit wasn't throbbing. It was especially hot after seeing Jennie be the mess she was while also being back to calling her these names and manhandling her. 

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Pathologic and the Town's Russianness: 5

In this last numbered part of the miniseries we'll explore the issue that, honestly speaking, prompted me to write on the subject to begin with: the Town's eating habits, and whether they match those of the historic Russian Empire.

As in the previous parts, a warning is prudent - the Town's unique situation must affect its cuisine as much as the rest of its life. So an unusually large share of meat in the local diets, or the shortage of grains and legumes due to the lack of fields we've discussed prior, cannot be used as indicators of difference.

Still, some amount of grains must be making it into the Town-on-Gorkhon, since they do have bread available. It wouldn't be fair to say it's un-Russian for not having black rye bread, though, since it only makes sense the Town makes do with whatever's shipped in, and it's likely wheat grows better in the climes near the steppe (in the Marble Nest demo the Bachelor even notes that "the local [bread] is greyish in color and crumbly to the touch, making you doubt if it was actually made from grain"). What is decidedly un-Russian, though, is the lack of any buns when there's flour available: pirozhki stuffed with beef or fish, rasstegai, or vatrushkas. Those were the street food of choice in the Imperial Russia, so extremely common, which means not seeing them is a strong sign the Town is not a part of anything like it.

And since we've mentioned vatrushkas - it's surprising that there's no stuffing for it in sight, no tvorog. Then again, there are no cheeses other than the steppe qurt at all, so I guess that can be attributed to that. There's a decisive shortage of diary foods in general: other than milk and tan (ayran), ice cream is spoken about but never shown (but at least it must be available), and kefir (widely spread throughout Russia by early XX century) isn't even mentioned.

But those are all foods one can carry; even if not exactly a cornucopia, they got at least some representation. Cooked dishes, the foundation of Russian cuisine, did not, at all. "Schi and porridge are our food" is a Russian saying describing the commoner diet throughout history; but I don't think I've seen even mentions of any soup or porridge in the game. Vegetables might be lacking for a soup (although I imagine it's pretty easy to catch scurvy with a diet like this), but where there's bread, there must be grains, and where there are grains, there can be porridge - especially minding that there's a source of milk always available to make it tastier.

The fruit and berry variety is even stranger. There are raisins, lemons and coffee beans available, yet the Haruspex has never eatern nor even seen in person a strawberry or a raspberry, both widely cultivated in temperate climate - despite him having studied outside of the Town for years, and likely joining the Army for a while. From that alone, one can imagine that the Capital-based civilization must have a climate radically different from the Russian Empire; further supported by the fact that the railroad to the Town is called "the north-western" one. This could suggest a state somewhere south-east of the steppe zone, in the mediterranean clime maybe.

Finally, while there are as already mentioned coffee beans for the healers to chew raw (like a wild animal would), there is a remarkable absence of the quintessential Russian drink: tea. Neither in compressed bricks, which one would expect in the steppe, and which would be the right thing to bite into, nor as the beautiful brew. Minding that a fancy samovar was a common way of showing prosperity at the beginning of the XX century for the lower classes, the absence of these is also telling. Lack of tea in historical Russia was a sure sign of utter societal collapse, only seen in the worst days of the Revolution - and even then people drank hot water from cups, even if there was nothing to brew with it.

Furthermore, drinking tea necessiates having sweets and confections, and there are noticeably few of these, too. As mentioned, ice cream can be found (in the dialogs), Murky says Sticky made her some candy, and Fellow Traveller calls the coupons he sells "candy wrappers", but that's about it - it would be nearly impossible for a Russian to properly drink tea in the Town to begin with!

I think this factor settles the original question decisively: a Town in which no one drinks tea ten times a day cannot possibly be a part of anything resembling the Russian Empire.

[brittlefcrged]

Coming in at 5’4”, Reese comes across as a little too pale, a little too lean - there’s an undercurrent of frailty that the rest of her seems built on like a house of cards, just waiting for one wrong move to scatter her to the winds. It’s reflected in her eyes, too. Her gaze, a bit too bright, her pupils a bit too wide, the sheen of blue a hint too silvery. Her skin is pale, and almost without blemish; pale dots of color flush her cheeks and her lips are peach hued and plump, despite the fact they are often pinched and scraped between her teeth (which are healthy and mostly straight). Her hair, often clumped into a thick braid or messy bun and shoved into a knit cap, is a soft honey gold in hue, with somewhat raggedy layers throughout, wispy long bangs and edges that frame her face, and when unbound, the longest edges graze the midway point of thigh and bend of knee.

She possesses a natural grace, though the longer she’s awake and the more she’s had to drink or if she’s mixed her prescription meds with alcohol or non prescription drugs she can get clumsy to the point of accruing many bumps and bruises; she still retains finer dexterity and speech patterns well through sheer force of will and habit. She has a tendency to pick up on the natural accents, linguistics and speech patterns of people that she’s around a lot - some of this is a habit picked up instinctively out of self preservation, some of it is just her natural ear for language and the music of words.

Her normal speech pattern is somewhat rambling, train of thought, run on sentences but she rarely exhibits this way of talking unless she’s incredibly comfortable around someone and or incredibly tired or very, very mellowed by her prescriptions / laudanum / whatever. There is a tiny touch of Russian accent buried in her natural speech pattern but faint enough it would probably take a native or well learned ear to pick up on it. She speaks many languages. She reads and writes even more of them than she speaks / understands audibly.

Her clothes are haphazard, usually chosen for comfort over style, layered options that can be adjusted for temperature and whim; the clothes are generally well worn, a mend can be seen here and there, and if one looks closely enough they might spy splatters and stains of ink and paint here and there, and depending upon the day might note corresponding stains and smears of charcoal and ink on her fingers (and maybe even face). She almost always carries a worn but once incredibly luscious leather backpack that looks like it might be older than she is (because it is) that serves as purse, duffel, overnight and travel bag. (She might throw a messenger bag on if needed for her art supplies but that’s generally only for specific outings.) She opts for platform boots, usually ankle, doc martens are a fave, for day to day wear and she will never be seen without her fingerless elbow length gloves, or detachable sleeves that cover from upper arm to palm, or some similar covering for her arms. Her jewelry is typically simple, some random leather cord with charm, or some mix of silver and gold choker and necklaces pairing, random dangly earrings and bangles. (The price range here ranges the most dramatically with dollar store plastic bangles worn with a several carat necklace that she just liked and pulled out of her jewelry box that morning.)

In terms of tech, she carries one or two phones, air pods, over the ear beats, a top of the line tablet (iPad probably for digital art). Always carries at least two books to read, a sketch pad and various drawing tools, and a very worn old leather journal that she still occasionally writes down snippets of music in when no one else is around. Also, vanilla cloves, a silver zippo, various drugs, prescription and otherwise, a flask, random snacks and whatever else happens to be stuffed in her bag at any given time.

She has two lobe piercings, a cartilage piercing in each ear, one daith piercing, a nose piercing (left nostril). Others may come and go, including but not limited to tongue, belly button, nipples, clit. Tattoos, none usually but may vary on verse. Scars, may vary some based on threads; some random scatterings here and there but no major ones in most verses except her forearms. (Most injuries before her initial death were minor, so the scars are really faded and small and anything after her healing factor kicked in eventually fades away entirely.)

[grandly-disfunctional]

One Last Drop: a Bucky Barnes Fic Part 1

Series summary: You left your stale, boring life to become an agent for Tony Stark, and you meet bucky at one of Tony's parties. You wouldn't believe there were some unique answers to your past tied to the one and only Bucky Barnes (non- cannon fic)

Masterlist

Some warnings only apply to specific chapters. This chapter is extremely light, just a little blood

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You were bloodied and bruised, fighting off a hunk metal with your bare hands.

On a normal Tuesday, you usually found yourself at the bakery, having breakfast, but ever since you got caught in that stupid accident, there was a lot you still needed to know.

"Remember to focus. You're getting too sloppy," Tony yelled from afar.

You threw Tony angry glances every time you got a chance to land a punch or reroute the suit you were training against. Tony looked pleased at times but made stupid comments that, unfortunately, would be your downfall.

You peeled yourself into a sitting position on the concrete of the training yard, rubbing your cheek from the disastrous right hook.

"Y'know, Tony, I am SO much better at this research stuff than fighting. I can handle heels, I can hack into weapons files and collect names and even find intentions, but I will never be good at throwing punches against that suit."

He looked up from where he was typing on his computer screen. "But-" he paused for a second, looking back at his screen- "If I remember correctly, the first time you fought the suit you were down in 30 seconds, but this time you lasted 5 minutes, and even damaged the coordination sensor! That would knock a full-grown adult to the ground in a second,not to mention that i set you against the suit because you couldn't use your powers against it."

You frowned playfully, wiping the blood off of your face from where the blow connected. "You're right, Tony, plus you wouldn't let me have any knives."

"You're getting too good at the knives." He offered his hand to help you up off of the concrete. "Go get patched up, and then you're free to go back to your room or do whatever"

He started walking back to the offices, and you followed him, headed toward the training facilities and locker rooms.

"Alright." You dusted the dirt off of your face and tac suit. As you caught back up with him. "I think I'll head on back down to Brooklyn to pack the rest of my apartment"

"No need, I made sure everything was packed and ready, so it should be in your room"

"Wow, you really do work fast"

"Who do you think I am, Tony Stark? He smirked, and you shot him a look, chuckling as you rounded the corner.

*insert border here*

You finished unpacking the last of your three extra boxes that afternoon. As soon as you pulled apart the cardboard from the last one, someone knocked on your door - two short nocks, a pause, and then another - Natasha. She was one of the first people you met and trained with here at the compound, and you gave Friday permission to let her enter whenever, but she still liked to knock to let you know.

"Hey Nat." You greeted her as she opened the door. She was dressed in a nice outfit: back slacks and a red top with a high collar, hair braided into a bun.

"Hey Y/N." She took a couple steps into the kitchen and living room. "I see you finished moving in"

"Yeah, I just finished," you finished stuffing the cardboard behind the trash pail, and joined her in the living room. "So, what brings you in here, dressed all fancy like that?"

"Ah, the Avengers party in New York." She shrugged, "Tony wanted me and Yelena to come, but she bailed last minute"

"That bites"

"Tell me about it. Something about saving Barton's ass," her Russian accent peeked through her words when she raised her voice, which you thought was hilarious. "Anyway, you are a good dancer, come with"

You were taken aback. "What?"

"Come on, Y/N, it'll be good for you to finally meet the rest of the team"

"Natasha," you wined. "I just moved in, and I don't - I don't have any dresses that fit me anymore," you pouted. The training you've been doing almost daily for the past month or so has built up muscle mass, and you were no longer the skinny popular girl. You were strong.

"You can borrow one of Lena's dresses, just, come with me please," She grabbed your hand and looked you in the eyes.

You took a deep breath in, rolling your eyes slightly. "Fine"

"I owe you big time"

She smiled, a little too much for comfort, but you followed her down to yelena's room, grabbing your makeup bag and favorite pair of stelittoes.

[kingpreussen]

Irina was the first person Peter met on the outside who smiled at him.

New York wasn't a very "smiling at strangers" city. In fact, someone who smiled that brightly and warmly at you was probably moments from pulling a box cutter and slashing your face and was therefore to be avoided. But Irina, holding a baby on her hip and watching a small child tumble around with other kids on the playground, turned and beamed at Peter as he passed on 8th street and he felt the slightest bit more welcome in the city he had lived in his entire life.

"It's different, than I remember," Peter said at Irina's kitchen table, watching her eldest son Alex show the baby, Dima, how to play Mario on his handheld console.

Despite the narrow halls and dilapidated nature of their Section 8 apartment, Irina made the place her own. Peter felt like he had walked into 19th century Russia, or the tea room downtown that closed even before Peter was locked up. All heavy velvet drapery and overhead chandeliers and busily patterned upholstered wooden furniture, the red wallpaper in the living room as mesmerizing as it was headache inducing, paintings in round frames of old Russian writers and intellectuals.

Here are there were more modern touches. A nice sized television with another console on the stand underneath was mounted on the only white wall in the entire home, that Peter had seen. The kitchen was less drastically changed, with an electric stove and real tile on the floor.

Peter didn't know where someone like Irina, a single mother with two children, got the money to decorate her home this way. He also knew it wasn't his place to ask. Suspicion over other people's source of money is what got his Uncle killed after all.

Peter was thankfully knocked from his maudlin thoughts when Irina placed a bowl of matzo ball soup in front of him. He looked up--Alex and Dima were already served, the former with a sandwich and chips and the latter some green and orange baby food.

"What's different?" she asked, her voice heavily accented and stern. Peter was reminded of the time he spent in Brighton, summer days wiled away on the beach followed by stuffing his face with Russian pastries before the trip home.

"Alphabet City. New York, in general."

Peter picked up his spoon and cut off a small part of one of two matzo balls, soft and full of dill. The soup itself looked like homemade chicken noodle--not the way his Aunt prepared it, but the Jewish diaspora in the city spanned multiple continents. He was grateful all the same.

Irina tucked a strand of blonde hair that escaped the bun on top of her head behind her ear. "Six years, you said?"

"Almost. Basically."

"The city has not changed as much as you think." She smiled at him again before returning to the kitchen. "New phones, new technologies, but the people are the same," she called back.

Peter ate slowly so he didn't get sick. The soup melted in his mouth, filling him with warm memories of home. He tried not to get sick on those either.

"Manhattan is the same. My block is the same," Irina said, sitting next to Peter at the final chair around the table and placing a cup of dark tea behind his soup bowl. She had one of her own, a small spoon inside of the cup and the tea pale with milk.

"It feels... off."

"I think it is you that's different," Irina said. "You have become a man. You see things differently now."

Peter glanced over at her, watching the way her green eyes sparkled with mischief. Peter got put away too early to truly be a ladies man but he could see himself sweeping her off her feet, if even for one night. If he wasn't homeless and destitute and depressed. He looked back down at his soup.

"Not to be rude," Peter began to ask, and then his eyes flicked over to Alex and Dima. "Never mind," he said, taking another spoonful of hot soup into his mouth.

"You were going to ask about my husband, weren't you?" Irina asked. Her smile wasn't as beaming now, but it was still there, playing around the edges of her pink lips. "You don't need to worry, I did not lose him in a way that... ah, lost me money? Financial risk?"

Peter nodded. Alex was playing on his handheld again, sandwich half eaten and chips gone, and Dima made a perfect baby mess all over himself with his food but he was laughing and cooing to himself.

"What happened?" Peter blurted out, before his brain caught up with him. "Sorry, I just--"

Irina shook her head and pursed her lips. She took a sip of tea, set the cup back on its saucer, and said, "He was not kind to me. To our sons. And there is someone in this building who was able to get help for me."

Her gaze pierced him, pale eyebrows lowered, head bent slightly forward. "There is a man who helps people like me. I was sure he would charge me more than I could spare but he... didn't. My husband was gone. And later, I found money under a coat that was draped over a chair." She didn't look at all close to tears but her voice was low, amazed. "More money than I had seen at once. He left no way for me to contact him, to thank him."

Peter listened to her story with wide eyes. The mercenaries and guns for hire he had heard about in prison were ruthless, and expensive. Whatever whisper network this guy had set up for saving battered wives and little children fell more into the Robin Hood category of violence.

"That's... I'm glad, Irina. That you had someone looking out for you."

Irina nodded. "Yes. I am glad as well." She finished her tea and stood again. "Finish your soup and shower, if you'd like. I am sure what is left of my husband's clothes will fit you."

"Thank you," he said to her retreating back.

When he left the apartment, Alex hugged him around his leg and Dima grabbed his hair. Irina just continued to smile.

Maybe there would be other people as kind and generous as her, but Peter didn't want to rely on charity for the rest of his life. And while Irina was right, that the city hadn't changed and he was just seeing it with new eyes, he still felt off kilter and out of place. He didn't want to go back to Forest Hills, to crawl into his Aunt's home and beg forgiveness and pretend like he could return to the life he had before.

Soon after he parted ways with Irina he found himself shelter in the ever-present construction on the north end of the East River greenway. The public bathrooms at that park were open from 8 am to 4 pm every day, so he could keep at least marginally clean. The East Village was out of the way enough for him to keep a low profile without running off to Long Island with his tail between his legs.

Wary of scaring the hipsters into calling the police on him, Peter didn't travel further west than Avenue D when he could help it. He tried his luck finding work at the Jobs Plus on the edge of his boundary but that was a dead end. Peter couldn't blame them; the city required him to have a permanent address to be placed with a job coordinator, but Peter needed money to get a permanent address, which meant he needed a job.

The intake person at the desk was sympathetic to his ranting, probably because he kept his hands to himself and didn't raise his voice. When he was done, she gave him a pamphlet of directions to shelters and food banks for the homeless in the area. Peter went to some of the soup kitchens when his hunger got too bad, but he didn't like taking food out of the mouths of others. People that were in more need than him.

Although he didn't see Irina again, nervous about skirting the rules that didn't allow visits by non-residents for longer than eight hours and sure she would offer him a warm night's stay, he was treated kindly by other families in Section 8 housing. He'd receive food and clothing from them sometimes, people who couldn't have been making enough money to even support themselves.

Two months passed this way, the city transitioning from an unusually warm fall into a rainy winter. Two months that could have been a lot more painful than they were, given his circumstances.

After days without human contact, curled up under a metal sheet supported by a scaffolding frame, Peter decided it was time for another walk to the soup kitchen. It was only open from 11 am to 1 pm on certain days, and Peter didn't exactly have a calendar on him, so he had to assume by the laws of probability that it was a weekday.

Moving around in the daylight was an effort that he didn't like to exert until his hunger became painful. He didn't look like himself anymore--hair long and unkempt, beard and mustache wild and covering the lower half of his face. He kept himself covered with an overlarge hoodie from Irina's closet, partly because of the cold and partly because he didn't want to see his own emaciated body.

When he wore it out of Irina's place it had fit fine, maybe even a little snug.

The only thing that remained of the old Peter, of his former life, were his Uncle's glasses that were thankfully returned to him by the COs when he was released. One of the lenses had been lost somewhere on his journey from Ossining back into the city, but he didn't need them to see anyway. He had popped the other lens out so he didn't give himself a headache while wearing them.

After the sun had risen enough that Peter could assume it was mid-morning, he carefully bundled the tarp and blanket he was using to sleep and hid them under some more metal sheeting. He stood carefully, unsure if he had pulled anything by sleeping wrong, and then walked down to the public bathroom.

The door to the men's room was open, thankfully, which meant it was after 8 am. Peter didn't like to loiter around the soup kitchen too much, afraid of making the women and children and normal people too nervous to eat, so after he used the toilet and washed his hands and face he walked to the Section 8 building at the corner of 6th and the FDR where he knew he could see a clock through the front doors at the right angle.

It was 11:15. Perfect. And there didn't seem to be many people inside the community center that he passed, so it must be a work day.

Peter stood on the corner of 6th and D for a few minutes. His hands shook in the front pocket of his hoodie. Once he passed this boundary he would truly be in the city, he would be seen. He waited for the next light cycle to pass and then at the white walking man signal he finally crossed the avenue.

After the initial hurdle, Peter felt more confident about walking to Trinity's Food for the Homeless. He kept his head down when he entered and said please and thank you to everyone he interacted with, receiving a plate of mashed potatoes and gravy and vegetables and real fucking steak that threatened to make his fangs drop. He consciously resisted, but sat at the back of the hall facing away from the hot food line just in case.

He was still hungry afterwards, to be sure. He stood and threw his plate away when he was done, saying more thank yous to the volunteers, and slipped out the door as quickly as he entered. It would be enough for now, giving him just enough energy to continue to look for work.

Peter returned to his shelter with the day's local newspaper and scoured the classifieds for anything that would take him as dirty and felonious as he was. He mentally marked a few to call the next time he was able to use the public phone at the library. Then he read the rest of the paper cover to cover.

Besides the hunger, and the loneliness, the thing Peter hated most about being homeless was the boredom. He couldn't exactly take a jaunt around the park or visit a museum or see a show. Even free events were off limits to someone looking--and probably smelling--like him.

On some days reading could get him through it, and on others he felt restless, moments from gnawing on his own arms like a trapped animal. Today was one of the bad days.

Peter got up and took probably his last chance to use the bathroom of the day before starting a trek along the FDR downtown to the Williamsburg Bridge. Wasting energy on moving probably wasn't a great idea when you were starving, but when had Peter Parker ever had a good idea?

The walk was 30 minutes on a good day. Peter moved slower than usual, shivering, head pounding. The air around him was cold but when he kept moving he could usually stay warm enough to function.

By the time he returned to the city, the sky had gone dark--it had taken him much longer than an hour to cross to Brooklyn and back. Darkness was good for cover and very bad for thermoregulation. If Peter didn't get back to his shelter soon there was a good chance he'd pass out on the sidewalk somewhere and be woken up the next morning by the cops.

Not having any identification on him was a blessing and a curse, when it came to pigs--they couldn't find out he was already a felon and torture him for it, but they also knew he was a vagrant and not some drunk who had a hard night.

Peter was minutes from reaching his shelter, crossing Houston at a snail's pace, when he heard an argument on 3rd. It didn't sound like a normal domestic disagreement, this was frantic and angry.

"Fuck off!" a woman shouted, and then a much deeper voice grunted in pain.

With the very last of his energy, Peter jogged up Avenue D and around the corner, finding two people partially hidden in the dark doorway to the right of the already closed Dollar Plus. Peter had to do something--to call out, to run forward, to distract this woman's attacker so she could get away.

Instead, she punched the man square in the jaw and he dropped to the ground like a ragdoll.

Peter could only stand at the end of the street with his mouth open, watching her adjust her jacket and the duffle bag slung over her shoulder before stepping over the man on the sidewalk. She caught sight of Peter and he flinched, unsure if he should hide, which would make himself look suspicious, or simply try to run.

"He didn't try and mug you too?" she asked, sounding concerned.

"No," Peter said immediately. "Sorry, I wanted to help. It seems like you had everything handled?"

The woman smirked at him, red lipstick not even smudged. "I've been around the block a few times. And I can tell by your accent you're not new in town. Haven't seen you around here before."

"I don't really hang out," he said. He took a step back, shoving his trembling hands in the front pocket of his hoodie. "Sorry to disturb you."

Peter had already turned around when the woman called, "Hey! Wait, dude." He turned his head and she came much closer to him than anyone had in months, reaching for his arm. He flinched again and she paused with her hand in the air.

"You look like you could use a drink," she said sympathetically. "I work at this place nearby, Hellhouse. You heard of it?"

"I haven't. I don't have any money...," he demurred, but she didn't seem the type to take "no" for an answer.

She waved her hand dismissively. "On me. Come on, Tiger. One drink. What d'you got to lose?"

Peter opened his mouth and then closed it again. "Nothing," he said.

Companion piece to the theoretical first chapter of Hunting!Spiderverse.

Ft. Depressed!Peter escorting MJ to her place of work- otherwise known as "How Peter Ended up Working at St. Margaret's."

[classyheartwombat]

“The Unique Food Culture of Russia”

By Lunce Carpio

Russia is known for its vast landscapes, rich history, and diverse traditions. But one of the most intriguing aspects of Russian life is its unique food culture. Russian cuisine, influenced by its geography, climate, and historical ties with various cultures, offers a hearty and comforting culinary experience. Let's dive into the flavors, traditions, and dishes that define Russian food culture.

A Rich History of Influence

Russian cuisine is a reflection of its historical crossroads with Asia, Europe, and the Middle East. Over centuries, these influences have blended to create a diverse and complex culinary landscape. The harsh winters and short growing seasons in Russia have also shaped the dishes, making them hearty, filling, and ideal for cold weather.

Staples like rye bread, root vegetables, and hearty grains play a significant role in the cuisine. Historically, the reliance on preserved foods, such as pickled vegetables and smoked fish, helped Russian families survive the long winters. The result is a cuisine that is rich in fermented flavors, comforting soups, and warming stews.

Key Ingredients in Russian Cuisine

Russia's climate has limited the variety of crops that can be grown, so traditional Russian food revolves around a few staple ingredients:

- Potatoes: Used in many forms—boiled, mashed, fried, or in soups—potatoes are central to the Russian diet.

- Beets: Famous for borscht, a beetroot soup that has become a symbol of Eastern European cuisine.

- Cabbage: Frequently used in stews, soups, and as a key component in the popular dish, *sauerkraut* (fermented cabbage).

- Mushrooms: Foraged from the Russian forests, mushrooms are commonly found in many dishes.

- Sour Cream (Smetana): A ubiquitous condiment, often added to soups, salads, and meat dishes.

- Grains: Buckwheat (known as *kasha*), barley, and rye are fundamental in Russian breads and porridge-like dishes.

Traditional Russian Dishes

1. Borscht: A beet soup of Ukrainian origin but widely adopted in Russia, borscht can be served hot or cold. It’s a bright red soup made with beets, cabbage, carrots, onions, and often accompanied by sour cream. Its hearty ingredients make it a staple comfort food during colder months.

2. Pelmeni: These Russian dumplings, filled with minced meat (often pork or beef), are a popular dish served either boiled or fried, typically with butter, vinegar, or sour cream. Pelmeni are perfect for a quick, warming meal.

3. Blini: Russian pancakes that are similar to crepes. They can be served with both savory fillings like smoked salmon, caviar, or mushrooms, or sweet toppings like jam, honey, and sour cream.

4. Shchi: A cabbage soup that has been part of the Russian diet for over a thousand years. It can be made with fresh or fermented cabbage and is usually flavored with various meats, onions, and carrots.

5. Kulebyaka: A traditional Russian pastry filled with salmon, mushrooms, rice, and sometimes hard-boiled eggs. It's a savory pie that dates back to the 18th century and is often served during celebrations.

6. Pirozhki: Small buns stuffed with a variety of fillings such as meat, potatoes, cabbage, or sweet fillings like fruit. They are either baked or fried and are often enjoyed as street food.

7. Kvass: A traditional fermented drink made from rye bread. Although it contains a small amount of alcohol due to fermentation, it's considered a non-alcoholic beverage and is very popular, especially in summer.

(All images from google)

Russian Food Traditions

Russian meals are often centered around family and community. It is common to have large gatherings for meals, where multiple courses are served. A typical Russian meal may begin with appetizers such as pickled vegetables, smoked fish, or caviar, followed by a soup course, and then a hearty main dish.

Hospitality is a deeply ingrained value in Russian culture. Guests are often offered the best foods in the house, and it's considered impolite to refuse food during a meal. This tradition reflects the communal nature of Russian society, where food serves as a way to connect and celebrate with others.

Russian Tea Culture

Tea holds a special place in Russian life, with a history that dates back to the 17th century. Russians often serve tea in a traditional metal urn called a samovar, which keeps water hot for long periods, allowing for a leisurely tea-drinking experience.

Tea is usually accompanied by sweets, such as pryaniki (spiced honey cookies) or sushki (small, crunchy bread rings). Unlike many cultures that serve tea as a light beverage, Russians tend to enjoy strong, dark tea, often sweetened with sugar, jam, or honey.

A Changing Food Culture

While traditional Russian cuisine remains a central part of daily life, globalization and modernization have introduced new foods and trends. Today, many urban Russians enjoy a variety of international cuisines, and health-conscious diets are also becoming more popular. Nevertheless, classic Russian dishes, especially those associated with holidays and family gatherings, continue to be cherished.

Conclusion

Russia’s food culture is a testament to its rich history, vast geography, and unique blend of influences. From the warmth of borscht to the delightful crunch of pirozhki, each dish tells a story of resilience, adaptation, and communal spirit. The love for hearty, comforting food, paired with deep-rooted traditions, makes Russian cuisine both unique and deeply satisfying. Whether you're savoring a simple bowl of soup or celebrating with a feast, the flavors of Russia are sure to leave a lasting impression.

[petrichor-e-bookdust]

This week I made Pirozhki. They're a Russian and Ukrainian comfort food that typically have cheese and meat in them. They've spread all over the word and many different cultures have adopted them and made them their own. Iran's interpretation is the one I personally find most interesting. They commonly fill theirs with pastry cream and have them for dessert.

You can find the recipe here:

[tinyshe]

Stuffed Russian buns Viennese dough style ( Pirozhki s yaytsom I lukom: Пирожки с яйцом и луком ) 

Dough Recipe Step 1: Ingredients: 250gm wheat flour 175gm lukewarm milk 3gm dry yeast Thoroughly mix all the ingredients and leave them to stand in a warm place for approximately two hours, until risen. The dough will be thick. Dough Recipe Step 2: Use all previously raised yeast dough add: 200gm wheat flour 50-75gm lukewarm milk 5gm salt 25gm unsalted butter at room temperature 25gm sugar Mix all the ingredients together. The dough texture should be very thick. Leave for 1 hour to rise in a warm place. Dough Recipe Step 3: Use all the dough previously mixed in step add 50gm wheat flour 2 eggs room temperature 60gm sugar set aside 75gm of unsalted butter at room temperature   Mix all the ingredients together excluding the butter. Knead the dough until gluten develops. After that you can start to add your butter at room temperature little by little while continuously kneading the dough. At the end of this kneading you should have a very smooth, flexible dough. Once again leave to rise in a warm place for about two hours. While the dough is rising you can use this time to make the stuffing for the pastry buns. Cook the eggs about half a dozen to a dozen by bringing them to a rolling boil, turn off the heat and cover the pot with eggs for ten minutes. After 10 mins place the eggs in cold water to cool them before peeling. Meanwhile dissolve butter in a warm pan. Add a BIG amount about 3 bunches  of chopped 1cm green onion to the pan and saute for only a few minutes to make sure the onion will keep it's vivid green colour. Mix sautéed green onion and chopped boiled eggs together, add salt and black pepper to your taste. When the dough and stuffing is ready, you can start to make the buns. First form little balls from the dough about 50gm each, cover them with tea towels to prevent the crusts drying while working. Now is the time to sculpt the buns! Flatten each dough ball on the table with your hand, in the center put two tea spoons (or table spoons) of egg stuffing and close each bun firmly and completely by pinching it closed gently. Place your buns on a baking sheet covered with parchment paper. Cover with a tea towel and leave it for 15 minutes to rise. Brush each bun with beaten whole egg and bake in a preheated oven at 230 degrees celsius  for 15-20 minutes until golden colour. The stuffing can vary. It can be apples or cottage cheese, berries, or even ground meat with sautéed onion. Russians love stuffed buns which they eat with soups or tea, or even like a fast snack. There is no wedding, funeral or any other big event or feast without these buns. To understand the cravings of Russian people you should try at least once to find the time to make these fluffy and soft buns with the stuffing of your choice. Bonn appetite!

[rainyearning]

drawingstarlight​:

This was entirely unlike Luca in every single way. He was a good artist - if not just in quality, then definitely in dedication. Art was his life. It took up every hour at classes, almost every hour outside of them. It was his escape, his way to keep busy when things were getting too much. He always had a sketchbook in hand, was always drawing something or someone and in all manner of situations and predicaments - so why, why, had he frozen up so spectacularly in this particular class? It wasn’t the first nude model he’d had to draw and probably wouldn’t be the last, and yet something about Mitya had him spending most of the time blushing and the rest of it trying to put pencil to paper and failing spectacularly. In a rush of embarrassment and confusion, he’d stuffed his things into his bag and tossed his pencils everywhere in his haste, which was how he’d ended up being the last person to leave and cut off spectacularly by the model in question. Oh god.

“I-I.. I… What? No! No, I’m not- I’m not a.. a pervert, I draw. All the time. I do! I swear. I..” It took a lot of effort for Luca to stop his stammering, especially when it finally dawned on him that maybe he didn’t seem quite as mad as his words might suggest, “I don’t know why I couldn’t this time…”

Actually, most of these art classes made sure that it was a safe environment for a nude model, hence he would be surprised if Luca was indeed some creep that managed to sneak into the class. Every participant had to actually proof that they were an artist and so, yeah, Luca needed to have at least some talent. The tall Russian would lean into the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his blond hair tied back into a mess, half updo bun situation. His brows would furrow a little while he watched the other male struggling with words and explanations, head tilted a little. Maybe the other man didn’t look like a creepy pervert but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be one? “So it was the first option? I distracted you?” Maybe there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. “Is this the first nude art class you took?” He licked his lower lip shortly. “See, if you do draw a naked man.. just don’t look at him as a whole thing. Just shapes and lined, dehumanize him, if that helps you to focus.” Those classes weren’t exactly cheap too, so he felt.. maybe even a little sorry for Luca. “Do you want to try again?” His muscles were a little sore but maybe he could just fo for another half an hour, a simple pose.. “I don’t know, maybe a quick drawing so you don’t walk out of here not drawing anything?”

[xydamcg]

Fast living

Pairing: Pietro maximoff x fem! reader

Cw: just fluff

Summary: Pietro manages to slip away from the crazy of the stark tower and into his safe heaven. You. It’s been a while since you two had actually been together.

Pietro maximoff au

It was close to eight pm when you received a quiet knock at your back door. You hoped it hadn’t been Huey your elder neighbor with dementia who always asked for the newspaper like you delivered it personally. You were tired of walking the man back to his home after twenty minutes of trying to explain you weren’t the paper man and you wouldn’t know whether the Russians were after him or not anymore. Slowly rising from your kitchen table where you sat with a book and a cup of hot coco you moved to the back door, peeking through the small window. You hadn’t expected to see the speedy blonde you missed so much.

“Pietro? What are you doing here?” You questioned as he stepped into your kitchen. Concerned that he hadn’t called or even texted, you close the back door locking it tight. You peeked again to make sure Huey wasn’t lingering in your back yard. “Pietro what’s wrong?” You asked again gently placing your hand on his arm. He turned to face you his eyes telling everything you needed to know, he soon hugged you tightly burying his face into his favorite place on your neck. “I missed you.” He managed to say as you embraced him tightly rubbing his back. “I missed you more love. Why didn’t you call? I thought you were Huey.” You joked as you pulled away but your comment only pulled a small smile from him and a even smaller laugh. Something wasn’t right, you knew it. This wasn’t your usual hyper, off the wall, sporadic nutty acting boyfriend. “Honey, please talk to me. Did something happen?” You pried needing to know what was wrong so you could help in the ways you knew how. You gently take his face in your hands so he was looking at you full on now. “Just..there’s been a lot going on back at the towers and I really just wanted to be with you.” He finally answered leaning into your soft touch. He placed kisses along your wrist as you decided not to ask anymore questions.

It was obvious that he was tired and he had come to you so he could escape the hectic atmosphere of the towers and relax. “Have you eaten? I still have some pot roast and potatoes left. It should still be warm?” You offered worry in your tone. “Can I shower first? I’ve been training all day and I smell worse than a sokovian ram.” He mumbled which made you snort at the comparison. You hadn’t noticed any odor from him maybe because of the timed air fresheners around the home and the soft cinnamon smell from the rolls you were preparing to make. “Of course you can honey bun help yourself to whatever you need.” You nodded as he pulled away from your grasp to get in the shower. You smiled sadly at his retreating form before you moved to oven to put the cinnamon rolls into the oven. You sprayed the pan with butter before slipped them into the oven and quickly made Pietro a plate of what you had left over for dinner. It was pot roast, mashed potatoes, and gravy with green beans. Above you, you could hear the old pipes squeaking from the water pressure to the shower. Leaving Pietro’s plate in the microwave for him you returned to your place at the small kitchen table. Your book was still on the page you left it and your hot coco wasn’t so hot anymore but you still drunk it as you waited for your beloved to return.

You became lost in your book as the time ticked by the smell of cinnamon became more potent the longer they cooked. You shivered lightly at the sudden gust of wind before you noticed Pietro coming over to the table with his warmed plate. “How was your shower?” You asked as he sat across from you, already stuffing his face with the mashed potatoes. “It was good, helped my muscles.” He said as you rubbed your cold feet along his warm toned legs. “Mm don’t.” He grumbled past his food before looking at you with a small smile. He hated when you rubbed your cold feet and hands on him. “Sowwy.” You giggle as you pulled your feet away, you couldn’t help it! He was always so warm, like a little space heater. You closed your book so you could focus on Pietro even if he was just eating. “Are you staying the night or are you just staying a few hours?” You asked wanting to know how long you’d have him to smother him with love. “If they need me, Wanda knows where I am. I told her to come get me if absolutely needed.” He answered which made you smile. “So as long as I’ll have you?” You hummed happily which made him smile with a nod. “Forever if I can!” You chirp as you move from the table and to the oven. You grabbed an oven mitt to collect the tray of cinnamon rolls, you let out a yelp as you felt a sharp smack to your behind. “Hey!” You yell pushing the oven closed and resting the tray on the stove. “What?” Pietro question with a shrug placing his plate in the sink. You playfully roll your eyes before you hopped onto the counter beside his muscular form. “Pietro?” You asked tilting your head as you ran a finger along his shoulder as he washed his dishes. “Yes my dove?”

“Come.” You said sliding from the counter and grabbing a plate. You tossed two cinnamon rolls onto the plate before grabbing pietro’s hand and pulling him all the way to the couch. You laid comfortable on the couch before making grabby hands at a confused sokovian. “Come cuddle silly.” You told him with a laugh. Pietro didn’t question it, he was too tired to protest. With ease he positioned himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest as he wedged the rest of him between your legs. “Comfy?” You asked peeking down at him. “Yes, i am.” He nodded as his tired eyes watched the tv wrapping his arms under you. You kissed his forehead before placing the plate of cinnamon rolls on his lower back, using him as a table. “Y/n..” he groaned into your chest causing you to laugh as you lifted a cinnamon roll quickly blowing it before shushing him. “Oh hush it’s not even hot, bite.” You offered the cinnamon to his lips, he took the largest bite you’ve ever seen. You thought it would of scorched his mouth but he hummed softly at the taste. “You Americans and your sweets.” He commented before you took a bite yourself quickly regretting it as your tongue burned from the heat radiating from within it. You quickly swallow your bite before your hold the cinnamon roll for Pietro to eat, he had no problem eating the fuming bakery treat. Once it was done it took it a step further by sucking the excess icing from your fingers, you felt your nose scrunch before you wiped your wet fingers on his hoodie he had been wearing. “Nasty boy..” you tell him making him chuckle, his chest rumbling against your belly.

Pietro rarely ever was little spoon nor let you hold him like a baby. He had to be extremely exhausted and overworked to want to be babied. He was very egotistical, held himself to a high standard most of the time so he was always putting up the front that he didn’t need to be consoled or looked after when really he did. Everyone needed to be babied every now and again, you took this as your chance to hold him as tight as you good and give him many many kisses. He had been doing such a good job and giving it his all out there but when he was here with you. He felt safe enough to relax with you even if he was sleeping the whole time. You felt him move slightly adjusting himself before closed his eyes finally getting to the point where he couldn’t keep his eyes open. To help lull him to sleep, your gently play with the hair on the nape of his neck while littering kisses on his hair line.

The sokovian male began to snore softly giving you the signal that he had finally falling into sleep. You smiled to yourself as you admired his peaceful sleeping form, you could tell he was barely getting any rest due to the bags under his eyes and the low battery on his social battery even when he was with you. You were just happy his safe haven was with you and that he felt comfortable enough to be in a vulnerable state how he was. You missed him so much, until today it had been almost a month since you seen him. He left you out of the loop with exactly what was going on at the towers and you think you preferred it that way. Your anxiety wouldn’t be able to handle any of what he dealt with on a daily, you’d constantly be freaking out and needing a minute to cope. That’s why Pietro was working with the avengers and not you.

That was how it should be..or so you thought.

[sanityshorror]

Eyeless Jack Headcanons:

That no one asked for but you're getting anyway

Jack is 24 years old

6'4 (193cm)

Ethnicity: Russian (and fluently speaks the language)

Has a very slim build and is very thin

But he does have muscle definition

His claws are retractable on both his hands and feet.

When he blushes, the bluish hue of his skin changes to purplish. 

Despite not having eyes, he does have eyelids

And can see

He actually has hyper good vision and hearing

Go ahead and whisper something from across the house, he'll still hear you fine.

His face is extremely cute, soft but angular

He almost never takes off his mask though

Cuz he's incredibly self conscious about his face, mainly due to his (lack of) eyes.

Boii has incredibly low self esteem in general because he thinks he looks like a disgusting monster -- he does not.

This dude is shy as heck

Which is the actual reason he barely speaks (and a reason he keeps his mask on).

25% DEMON CANNIBAL, 75% INNOCENT SWEET CINNAMON BUN.

Like, this man is such a sweetheart.

Jeff calls him "stuffed animal demon cannibal" because Jack is just that frikkin harmless.

Jack doesn't like the fact he has to eat people but can't control the demon in him

It really upsets him

Jack has severe PTSD and anxiety from being sacrificed

Gaining his trust is nearly impossible

He also really hates being touched

Has a habit of clawing at himself or tugging his hair when he has flashbacks.

Jack is really good at hiding his emotions though

He basically seems emotionless unless you're someone important to him

Jack is dating Liu

More accurately, married to Liu

Jeff and Ben are Jack's best friends

Jack is extremely protective of Liu, Jeff and Ben

The reason he wears all black is because otherwise he has no ability to put an outfit together

Like - this man has tried to wear yellow sweatpants.

Jack isn't allowed in the kitchen anymore

He tried to cook dinner for Liu once

And wound up lighting water on fire

HE MAKES PUNS CONSTANTLY

If you want more HCs or HCs for other creepypastas, send an ask

[gwendolynlerman]

Langblr culture challenge

Day 17: Cuisine

Traditional soups include shchi (щи; made with cabbage), borsch (борщ; made with beets), and solyanka (солянка; made with meat, fish, or mushrooms).

Olivier salad (салат Оливье), also known as Russian salad, is made with potatoes, eggs, carrots, peas, and mayonnaise. Dressed herring (селёдка под шубой, “herring under a fur coat”) is a layered salad composed of diced pickled herring covered with layers of grated boiled vegetables and mayonnaise.

Porridge (каша) is one of the most important dishes in traditional Russian cuisine and is commonly made with buckwheat and boiled in water on milk.

Typical main dishes include pelmeni (пельмeни), meat dumplings; beef Stroganoff (бефстроганов), a dish of sautéed pieces of beef served with sour cream (сметана); aspic (холодец), savory gelatin made with a meat broth; pirozhki (пирожки), stuffed buns with different fillings, and red caviar (икра), roe from wild salmon and trout.

Blini (блины) are pancakes similar to crêpes that may be topped or filled with butter, sour cream, fruit preserves, or caviar. Varenye (варенье) is a whole-fruit preserve used as dessert and condiment. Zefir (зефир) is a type of soft confectionery made with fruit and berry purée.

The most notable beverages are vodka (водка); kvass (квас), a fermented drink made from rye bread, and mors (морс), a non-carbonated fruit drink made with lingonberry and cranberry.

[jeztereddin]

annie !

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual (Women Preference)

Favorite ship(s): MikAnnie, HitchAnnie and Hange x Annie

Brotp: Annie and Carly (Carly Stratman from the lost girls ova. I like to imagine they have a sisterly friendship. Like Carly acts as the older sister and then Annie is the younger and Edger sister-)

Notp: AruAni (I used to ship it hard core but the manga aswell as the shippers has kinda ruined it for me. I can't look at AruAni without cringing or rolling my eyes. No disrespect to AruAni shippers. I'll stay in my bubble and ya'll can stay in yours.)

A random headcanon(s): Annie owns two cats, an oriental shorthair(Vlasta) and a Russian blue(Zavia). Annie is a minimalist so her bedroom is mostly empty and she has a single mattress that sits on the floor. She dresses in baggy/worn out clothing and often looks like a homeless person. She's a big Nirvana fan but isn't one of those gatekeeping types. She could careless about people wearing the merch for a trend. She refuses to shave, hairy legs for days- Often wears heavy boots, sometimes they're steel toed. Speaks Russian. This one I rarely mention or add in my fics cause I'm not sure I'd portray it right but She's Trans (M to F). She has a Stuffed Animal in her room from a day when Hitch dragged her to build-a-bear after learning that Annie was never given a stuffed animal when she was a kid. She surprisingly has a very soft sneeze, very cute. Annie almost got banned from Carly's bakery once, she was supposed to watch the store for Carly but ended up eating a lot of the goods. Heavy Curser, the word fuck is in almost every sentence. Doesn't know how to sit properly, sitting like a lady? What's that?? After a shower her hair gets really fluffy when it dries and is difficult to manage, reason why she has it in a bun a lot. Even though she prefers classic Rock Annie is really good at the screaming in a lot of heavy metal songs, gets real embarrassed about it tho.

General opinion: if my art doesn't make it obvious I fucking Love her!! Though I will go on to pretend the last chapter doesn't exist, that Isnt Annie I refuse to accept it as her-

[corie-the-writer]

Won’t Let Go - Prologue

Summary: Sophia Herrmann arrives back to Chicago after a long four years away. Wanting to keep her past a secret and struggling to find her passion, what happens when her past decides to pay her a visit refusing to let things die? Will the charming Detective Jay Halstead help keep the demons at bay, or will the skeletons from the past be too much to handle?

Prologue: 

Sophia Herrmann had a great childhood growing up, raised by great parents, with three younger brothers and one younger sister. Even though Sophia was almost thirty years old, her parents Cindy and Christopher had her when they were extremely young. Growing up around the firehouse, going to church on Sundays, Sophia wanted to explore life once she had graduated college. She wanted to see what the world had to offer her outside of Chicago. 

The deal was that Sophia would graduate college, then take a year off to explore what ever avenue she had wanted. Sophia agreed, got a bachelor's degree in education with a major in art. Instead of going to college in Chicago, Sophia had gotten a scholarship to Purdue University in Indiana.

Once she had graduated, Sophia had went to Chicago for two weeks to spend time with her family, and then set off to Europe for a week vacation, that gave her a chance to backpack through the unfamiliar cities, and once she had gotten back to the states, she had explored different parts of the United States. 

Sophia had met so many people through her time exploring. She had met some of the greatest people she had ever come across, and also had met some people she would have never liked to cross paths with, but she marked each experience as a learning lesson. 

Now being back in Chicago, as much as Sophia had wanted to stay with her parents, there was just not enough room with four younger siblings. With not having enough time to find a place of her own, Christopher and Cindy was allowing her to stay in the apartment above the bar Molly's, that her father had owned. 

The small apartment was filled with different canvases of paintings she had created since being back in her hometown for two weeks. Most of the portraits were of scenes she had seen in her time of traveling. Some vibrant, some dark, each fitting to the different people and experiences she had came across. For the long haired woman, painting and drawing was an outlet. Not ever fully able to express what her heart felt, it came out perfectly through brush and pencil. All Sophia needed was to get the emotions out some how and art was how she did that. 

Since she had been back for almost two weeks without a job, even though she had money saved from different forms of work, mostly through paintings she had sold, she felt like she was useless. She had convinced her father to hire her as a bartender at Molly's. 

Glancing to the clock, seeing that it was going on eight in the evening, Sophia put her paint brush down, needing to get ready for her shift downstairs. 

Taking a quick shower to get the paint off of her, Sophia had washed her hair and body quickly. Once she was done, she wrapped a towel around her body, and then her hair. Using her hand to wipe the fog off the mirror, Sophia began to brush her teeth. Once she had spit the toothpaste out, she had started to apply her make-up for the evening. Applying simple foundation, concealer and contour, Sophia had went with a subtle smoky eye to make her dark blue eyes stand out more. Once she was satisfied with her make-up, she had began to towel dry her dark brown hair, brushed out the tangles, and then grabbed her hair dryer. When it had became dry enough, Sophia tilted her head to pile the hair and secured it into a messy bun at the top of her head. 

Walking out of the small bathroom and to her dresser, Sophia picked a pair of panties and a bra and let the towel drop to put the fabric on. Moving to her closet, Sophia grabbed a pair of distressed black skinny jeans, wiggled them on and then moved to grab a white V-neck shirt, then grabbed a her favorite red flannel to slip on, making sure to roll up the sleeves some. Once she had gotten comfortable in the clothes she had picked, she moved to put on a pair of socks, followed by her black low rise boots. 

Once she had adjusted her clothing, she had sprayed some perfume on, she grabbed her cell phone from her bed and stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans and headed out the door. 

When she had gotten down to the bar she was surprised to see most of Firehouse 51 already posted up in seats around the bar, and some of Chicago PD filing in through the door. 

"Hey..." Sophia smiled to her father who was behind the bar with Stella Kidd. 

"Hey kid." Christopher smiled back as he was cleaning a few glasses, "Can you work the floor tonight?" Christopher questioned and Sophia gave him a nod. 

Sophia looked around the bar to notice that a lot of people had yet to have drinks on the table, so she had came up with the game plan of starting from the furthest wall and work her way towards the front door. Grabbing her notepad from behind the bar, Sophia had walked back around to hit up the first table. 

"Hey guys..." Sophia smiled to the unfamiliar faces, "What can I get for you?" Sophia questioned. 

"Can we get a round of tequila shots and four house beers?" A red headed man stated. Sophia quickly jotted it down and gave them a nod, "Oh and how about some of them pretzels." He added. 

"Coming up." Sophia smiled as she turned to walk away to fill the tables order. Sophia had quickly worked through the first five tables, making sure that their drinks were filled and then finally landed on the table that held Chief Boden, Kelly Severide, Matt Casey, Sylvie Brett, Kim Burgess and Adam Ruzek. 

"Hey Soph!" Sylvie and Kim greeted her with bright smiles which she automatically returned. 

"Hey guys, what can I get for you?" Sophia questioned to the table as three other men approached, her immediately noticing Kevin Atwater and Hank Voight. 

"Herrmann already got us." Chief Boden smiled kindly, "How are you liking being back in Chicago?" Boden questioned as Sophia noticed a tall light haired man with freckles looking at her as he adjusted in the seat he had pulled up, then turning her attention back to the Chief. 

"It's been great so far, can't really complain." Sophia smiled brightly then turned to the three men who arrived to the table late, "What can I get for you guys?" Sophia questioned.

"Can we just get another round for them too?" Chief Boden questioned causing Sophia to turn her attention to the older man and gave him a nod. 

Sophia had left the table after stealing a glimpse of the light haired man, noticing the badge and gun near his jeans, how the black t-shirt hugged his chest and biceps, and quickly went behind the bar to get the tables drinks. As she was putting the bottles on the tray, Sophia found herself looking up feeling a set of eyes on her and noticed the man's bright blue eyes staring back at her for a moment before Kim Burgess said something to him, causing him to look away. 

"Girl..." Stella Kidd chuckled causing Sophia to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing, "That's Jay Halstead." Stella commented, "He's a hottie." The dark haired woman playfully elbowed Sophia's side. 

"I don't know what you're even talking about." Sophia joked cluelessly, causing Stella to playfully glare at her as she carried the tray of drinks out from the bar and took it to the table. 

Once Sophia had delivered the drinks to all of the tables, she was now behind the bar helping Stella stock the bars drinks, cleaning the glasses and restocking. Sophia had noticed that Jay Halstead would occasionally steal glances in her direction, softly smiling behind the beer bottle he held. 

As the bar settled, Sophia was leaning against the counter listening to Joe Cruz and Otis talking about different food dishes. Otis was trying to explain to Joe what his favorite Russian dishes were, and Sophia couldn't help but to giggle. 

"You've been to Pizza Hut and gotten a calzone before, right?" Sophia commented after taking a drink of her beer and watched Joe nod his head, "That is basically what a Priozhki is, just so much better!" Sophia explained causing Otis to slam his hand on the counter happily. 

"Finally, someone who gets it!" Otis smiled brightly causing Sophia to laugh, "You went to Russia didn't you?" Otis questioned. 

"For about two days." Sophia commented, "Long enough to eat delicious food, site see and pick up a couple of phrases." 

Otis and Cruz looked in amusement, "Oh boy, here we go..." Cruz mumbled behind his beer bottle, and watched as Otis started speaking in Russian to Sophia. 

Sophia watched in amusement as Otis began to speak fluently in Russian, only being able to pick up a couple of words because of how quickly he spoke. 

"I only got, how are you, did you enjoy Russia and something about night." Sophia commented, noticing that the red headed man was waving for her across the room causing her to roll her eyes a little towards Joe and Otis, since the man had started getting a little rowdy with his friends, "I'll be back..." Sophia smiled, and headed out from behind the bar. 

Jay Halstead had been watching the young woman all night. He had been out on an undercover case for the past month, and now that the case was closed, he had wanted to catch up with his co-workers. He had decided to join them at Molly's for a few beers. 

When he had arrived he didn't expect to see a new face, one that was absolutely beautiful on top of that. Jay had been quite embarrassed when he stumbled over his words when she spoke to him, but quickly recovered. Ruzek and Atwater had gave him a questioning look, and he quickly dismissed it to being tired. Jay had spoke to his friends, and when Sylvie and Kim began talking about the mystery woman Sophia, he had questioned who exactly she was. 

He had quickly found out that Sophia was the oldest daughter of Christopher and Cindy Herrmann, and just recently moved back to Chicago after being gone for almost four years. 

With the way Jay was facing, he was able to watch as Sophia approached a table with unfamiliar faces. Jay finished off his beer as he watched the red-headed man grabbed ahold of Sophia's elbow when she had tried to walk away from the table and slapped her butt. 

Before Jay could stop himself from seeing how Sophia would handle it, he had shot up from his chair and closed the distance quickly, noticing that Ruzek, Atwater, Severide and Casey were all behind him. 

"Hey, get your hands off of her." Jay quickly moved to the man's wrist, pushing his body between Sophia's and the mans, "I think it's time for you and your friends to leave." 

The red-headed man let out a laugh, moving to stand up and come to nose to nose with Jay, "And who are you to tell me what to do, my father?" The man laughed in the detective's face. Jay turned to look over his shoulder, looking to Kevin and then to Sophia who was standing directly behind him, and watched as Kevin gently grabbed her arm and pulled her back behind him, knowing what was about to happen. 

"You have two choices, either leave on your own or we'll escort you out." Jay stated simply. 

"Guys..." Jay was aware of Sophia trying to speak up, but Jay did not like another man touching her in the way he did, so he had chose to ignore her soft voice, "This is not necessary..." Sophia added. 

"Listen to your little bitch." The red-headed man taunted. 

Jay let out a low chuckle and ran a hand over his face before drawing back and socking the man right in the jaw. The man stumbled, his friends tried to jump in to help them, but the men from Firehouse 51 and Intelligence quickly stepped in. The man wiped his mouth, recovering from the punch for a split second before trying to throw a punch towards Jay's face, which he had saw coming, dodging the fist, and then used his left hand to hit the man in the ribs. 

"ENOUGH!" Christopher Herrmann raised his voice, pushing through the men to reach Halstead and the unknown man. He quickly pushed them apart. A look of fury was sketched on his face, "If you two want to fight, you take this outside." Christopher stated, "If I so much as see your face in this bar again, I will not stop anyone from kicking your ass if you ever lay a hand on my daughter again." Christopher sneered, "Take him out back." Christopher added to Jay. 

Sophia was surrounded by Otis and Joe, making sure that she was out of harms way as the familiar faces dragged the red-headed man and his friends out of the bar. 

"Welcome back Soph..." Joe chuckled behind his beer bottle.

[the-cult-of-russo]

Push and Pull (Part 8)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC

Warnings: cursing, Canon description of violence, murder and blood.

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Daphne liked to think she was a pretty good PI. The investigation part of it she seemed to be great at. She'd gotten herself a reputation for it. But her people skills still needed some work, Foggy hadn't been wrong about that one. And it was times like this where she doubted herself with her job and wondered how she even got hired in the first place. She was running around her apartment, shimmying into her jeans and tugging a grey long sleeve tee over her head. She'd woken up at 10am to see 5 missed calls from Mr Lee. The client she forgot even existed the past few days. After snooping in his son’s house and coming to the conclusion something was off, other than him fucking his own father’s wife, she forgot to move the meeting up to warn him. With everything Matt and Italian related and then Foggy turning up trying to be friends, she'd forgotten about the old man. 

Their original meeting had been the day before and obviously she hadn't turned up. Now she was stuffing all her picture evidence in her backpack before flying out her door. She felt bad that she'd kept him waiting, especially when she had a bad feeling about his son. She was even considering waving the fee of her investigation for being such a shitty person and forgetting about him. Her hair was shoved up into a messy bun perched high on her head and she didn't have time to dwell on it as she flagged down a cab. Before long she was being dropped off outside a fancy looking house. She made him pull over a few houses down, always being a little precautious and protecting her clients confidentiality. 

"Could you wait for me?" She asked, grabbing the bills from her jeans pocket and passing it to him. With a grunt and nod as a reply, she got out and walked to the house owned by Mr Lee. 

It was a large modern looking house and looked far more expensive than anything she'd ever hope to own. But when she got to the front door she noticed it was open slightly and she got an ice cold feeling of dread slip down her spine.

"Mr Lee?" She called out hesitantly. There was no answer but something in her gut was firing alarm bells off left and right in her brain. With a shaky breath she pushed open the door with a creak. It was quiet, eerily so, as she stepped into a grand looking foyer. She glanced to her left, an archway that led to what looked to be some kind of office and library. She made her way over calling his name again with no answer. As soon as she stepped foot inside the office, her blood ran cold. There crumpled in a heap on the floor was Mr Lee. Very dead and very much covered in a ridiculous amount of blood.

She'd been in a lot of situations but she hadn't ever seen a dead body before. The amount of blood made bile rise in her throat and panic seized her limbs. She knew something was off about this and she could have warned him. He was dead because of her and the guilt hit her like a tonne of bricks. A sudden creak of the floorboards behind her had her whipping around, coming face to face with Mr Lee's son, Keiran. He was covered in his father's blood, looking rumpled and crazed with a sinister grin. A glint drew her eyes to his right hand to see the knife he'd used on his own father glaring back at her. He took a step towards her and she took one back. She didn't know if she'd be able to get out of this one and her heart was beating so fast she was surprised it didn't implode.

"What do we have here? The PI, I presume? How unfortunate that you came," his voice was smooth, no faltering or anything betraying what he had done. That scared her more than anything.

"What do you want?" She bit out, edging to the side a little. Maybe if she could buy some time she'd be able to make a dash for it. 

"Well you see, we have a problem. I know you've been snooping around. Daddy dearest told me before… well, you know," he smirked cruelly at her. Her eyes flit to the lifeless body on the floor and her throat tightened. Mr Lee was a good man. He didn't deserve this. She should have warned him.

"If I let you go, you have a lot of evidence that puts me in a bad situation. So you can see what my issue is here, right? I mean, I can't let you go," he laughed and it was the sound of a crazy person. She knew there would be no reasoning with him. 

He moved quicker than she expected and she ducked, dodging him. But then his large hand grabbed a fistful of the back of her shirt and threw her into the wall. She cried out in pain and suddenly he was standing right in front of her, his knife pointing at her. He still wore the creepy smile painted on his lips and she tried to appear confident despite her trembling hands.

"Where's your phone?" He demanded. She clenched her jaw, eyes glancing between his maniac face and the large knife pointed at her. She hated how it reminded her of what happened with the Russians and how much that had messed her up.

"My front left pocket," she replied reluctantly. She had no choice but to play along until she could try and figure a way out of this. She cringed as he stuffed his hand in her pocket, invading her personal space. He looked at it, then her, and with a smirk he dropped it into a glass of water on the desk with a plop. 

"You really should've minded your own business," he mused softly, still seemingly not perturbed by anything about the whole thing. He took a step back, twirling the knife carelessly as he did. Once his eyes went to look back to his kill, no doubt to admire it, she made a mad dash for the door. He was on her in seconds though. It was a flurry of movements as she tried to dodge his advances and it left slices on both her arms from trying to protect herself. They weren't deep and she tried to ignore them. She kicked his knee, and he went down but on his way he swiped wide and caught her stomach on the side. She cried out as the pain ripped through her. That one hurt like a bitch and would definitely need stitches. If she even got out of this. She lost track of the milder slices he got in as she tried to fight him off with graceless punches and kicks. She wasn't a trained fighter but she was ferocious when she needed to be. 

She managed to disarm him and the knife clattered to the floor. But it only seemed to make him angier as he tackled her to the floor. He was much heavier than her and his large hands wrapped around her delicate throat making her gasp for air. She bucked wildly trying to free herself but he just gripped harder. She wanted to tell him he was a monster for what he'd done. That she hoped he'd rot in hell. But no words came out with her desperate choking gasps as he strangled her. Her right hand darted to the side, desperately trying to find something, anything, to help her. Something cold and hard brushed against her fingertips and she tried to reach it. Her vision was spotting now and she wouldn't have much longer. The blood loss wasn't helping either. But she refused to die by this asshole's hands. 

She managed to grab what felt like a statue and hit him over the head with it. He fell off her, out cold. She scrambled to sit up, big heaving gasps of air filling her now burning lungs. Her bloodied fingers touched her throat gingerly and she winced. She stood on shaky feet, the mix of blood loss and being strangled had her disoriented and dizzy. She shot him a fleeting look and he was still breathing, just knocked out. She couldn't work out if she was disappointed or not. The shock set in then and she looked at Mr Lee. His end would have been brutal and this asshole no doubt dragged it out. It was all her fault. She could have stopped it. A stifled sob left her lips as she stumbled out of the house. Calling the cops didn't even pass her mind just then, she didn’t have a phone anymore anyway. She needed to get help before she died from blood loss. Then this struggle would have been for nothing. She made her way uneasily to the cab and got in.

"Holy shit, lady! You need to get to the hospital!" The cab driver exclaimed as he glanced at her. She was bleeding from the numerous cuts to her arms and bleeding profusely from the big gash on her lower belly.

"No hospitals. Just drive," she rasped with a broken voice. She didn't know where to go really but there was only one person in mind and he owed her anyway. It was still morning but it was Saturday so she just hoped that he wasn't busy. She rattled off Matt’s address before leaning heavily against the window as her breathing got more shallow. She only knew his address because she'd bothered Brett for it not long ago. He and Foggy knew where she lived, she felt like it was only fair. 

The cab driver refused to take any more money after dropping her off. He'd offered to help her inside but she waved him away. The stairs were hard to manage in the state she was in. Spots danced in her vision and she was losing more and more blood by the minute. She was in a state of shock completely now. Both physical and emotional shock. Her chest was heaving with broken sobs and not for her own injuries. She leaned heavily against the wall, no doubt leaving a trail of blood behind her but she was in no state to even consider that. She was lucky no one saw the state she was in as she made her way to the door she was after.

Before she had a chance to raise her weak hand to knock, it swung open anyway. If she was in her right mind she'd consider how weird it was to see Matt in sweats and a vest for once with nothing obscuring his face.

"Daphne? Jesus christ, what happened?" He sounded a mix of shock and panic but she didn't reply in words. Just the strangled sound of a sob she was trying to keep to herself. She swayed on her feet and he was quick to wrap an arm around her, leading her to his sofa. He carefully sat her down and disappeared from her vision for a moment. Everything sounded like it was underwater and she kept getting flashes of Mr Lee's dead body. She didn't realise her whole body was shaking.

The feel of two large hands on either side of her face made her jump, wide startled eyes glancing at the face in front of her.

"Just breathe, you're gonna be okay," Matt soothed. She blinked at him wondering why he sounded so far away. Why did she feel like her body was floating? She kept zoning in and out, only picking up on Matt muttering curse words and murmuring to her that she was safe.

"I need to take this off to help. Is that okay?" He asked softly like he was scared to spook her. She blinked at him dumbly before nodding. He was careful in removing her shirt and she could feel his unseeing eyes surveying the damage. He seemed to settle on the deep gash on her lower left side of her stomach. 

"I need to stitch this, lay down for me," he instructed with a sigh. She tried to lay down but winced. Her whole body was hurting in one way or another. She felt like a train had run her over. He eased her on her back and she stared at the ceiling as she went in and out of it. Everything was so fuzzy and her ears were ringing. She was already in so much pain that it didn't even faze her when he cleaned her wound and started on stitching it.

"Was it the Italians?" He bit out. She just about registered the angry tick in his jaw when she looked at him. Her eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head and inhaled a shaky breath. She felt her lower lip tremble when she thought of Mr Lee. Matt seemed to register she wasn't up for answering questions yet and he continued to fix her up and clean her wounds. When he was done, he helped her back into her sliced up shirt and sat her up. 

"Can… can I use your phone?" She rasped. Her voice was raw and she cleared her throat a little. He nodded tensely, passing over his cell phone. Her hands were trembling though and she felt a wave of hopelessness at not even managing a simple task. She actually found herself relieved when Matt’s large hand rested over hers before delicately taking the phone back.

"Who do you need to call?" He asked softly.

"Brett," she replied simply. She needed to tell him what happened and she hoped the asshole would still be there so they could arrest him.

She heard the beeping as Matt dialled and then held it to her ear. Brett picked up after a few rings.

"Murdock, everything alright?" He asked, no doubt since the call was coming from Matt’s phone.

"Brett, it's Daphne," she hated how bad her voice sounded from the abuse it took. The shock was wearing off and now she was left with guilt that weighed far too heavy on her and complete hopelessness. 

"Daphne, what's wrong?" He asked, concerned. It didn't take a genius to figure out something was wrong with how her voice sounded. She quickly rattled off the address to Mr Lee's house to him.

"He's a client of mine. His son was sleeping with his wife. I had a meeting with him today and… he's dead. His son killed him. I think for the insurance money. I have pictures of the evidence I found about the life insurance and cheating," she stated unemotionally. She was starting to shut down, to keep herself together by a thread. 

"And you're sure the son was the one that killed him?" Brett asked, unsure. Ever the cop.

"He attacked me when I turned up, so yeah I'm sure. You need to be careful. He's got a big knife and he's fucking insane," she bit out. She noticed Matt clenching and unclenching his other fist as she spoke.

"Oh shit. Are you at the hospital?" Brett asked. She heard him calling to some of the other cops, telling them to roll out. 

"No but I'm getting fixed up. I'll come by tomorrow and give a statement. Drop off what I have," she replied monotonously. 

"Alright. Your evidence might be what we need to nail this guy. We'll head out now and keep you updated," Brett said firmly.

"Okay. My phone's broke, should still be at the house. Asshole put it in a glass of water so I couldn't call the cops," she huffed.

"Alright, you with Murdock?" He asked, the sound of a car door shutting on his end of the phone. She couldn't really deny it since she was using his phone.

"Yeah," she said softly.

"Alright. I'll call him when I got news. Be safe, Daphne," with that he hung up and Matt moved the phone from her.

She felt a swirl of emotions surging inside of her after stuffing them down for the phone call. She could feel herself about to snap and she wished she was somewhere alone where she could cry and deal with this in private. She wasn't so lucky.

"Daphne…" Matt said softly. Her breathing hitched, lower lip wobbling a little as she glared at her boots that were splattered with blood.

"This is my fault," she whispered brokenly. 

"No, it's not," he insisted, scooting closer to her from where he was perched on the coffee table.

"Yes it is! You don't get it! I knew. I fucking knew something was wrong, Matt. I checked out this guy's apartment days ago and when I saw the life insurance stuff… I had a bad feeling and I was gonna warn Mr Lee. But I've been so wrapped up in so much bullshit lately that I forgot about him. I forgot he even existed! What kind of person does that?! If I warned him he'd still be alive right now!" she was boarding on hysterical the more she spoke.

 Her chest constricted making her feel like she couldn't breathe. When Matt’s large hands took her own she clung to them like they were the only thing keeping her from floating away.

"You said yourself, this guy's insane. Even if you warned Mr Lee, this guy would find a way. There's nothing you could have done. But what you can do is help put him behind bars. You've got evidence and he attacked you. Use this to get justice for Mr Lee," he murmured patiently. She tried to let his words calm her a little. She knew he was mostly right. Even if she told Mr Lee it was only a matter of time before it happened anyway. And she learnt from her interactions that Mr Lee loved his son despite knowing he was screwing his wife behind his back. She was sure he either wouldn't have believed her or chose to be in denial anyway. But it still hurt her. Knowing she hadn't done enough. 

She sniffled, still gripping his hands as she tried to calm herself down. When she glanced at his face, his unseeing eyes were on her face, a patient and sympathetic look on it.

"Trust me, I know about guilt. Any time someone I let get away hurts someone else, it kills me inside. But one day you have to realise you can't change the past. The what ifs only hurt you," he sighed. She wondered what it must be like for him. Experiencing this kind of guilt all the time. She didn't know how he coped. She took her hands back, wiping the tears that had stained her face.

"Sorry. I'm just… being dramatic," she snorted mirthlessly. 

"No, you're not. You've been through something traumatic, you have every right to feel the way you do. But I want you to know that it's not your fault," he implored. She nodded, inhaling a deep breath to help ground her. She really hadn't expected today to go the way it did. 

With the shock wearing off, the pain was really setting in followed by a large helping of exhaustion. 

"I should uh… probably head home," she yawned with a wince. He just quirked a brow at her from where he sat.

"You can stay here and rest. Just try and sleep most of it off and tomorrow you can talk to Brett," he left no room for argument and it reminded her very much of when he turned up to her apartment with a gunshot wound. 

"Guess we're even now," she smirked weakly. He chuckled with a shake of his head. 

"Let's not make it a habit," he grinned. He stood up and took the first aid kit with him. It wasn't even lunch time yet but she knew she should heed his advice. She'd been through a lot and she needed to rest to help heal. She lay back down carefully, hoping to just have a short nap for a while. As she started dozing off she felt a light blanket being delicately placed on top of her. Her pain started to fade into nothing as she slipped off to sleep.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Russian and The American P15 Gone Shopping

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT  COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER  RATING: SWEET AF

I Gently woke up stretching my arms up noticing I was cold and the covers tucked around me tighter than usual, I moved sitting up fixing my hair where some of it had fallen from my bun into my eye. I noticed the bed was empty. I shrugged. Maybe he got up early today so I got up fixing my little nightie as I walked out across the apartment noticing it was cold, Quiet and Empty upon first glance "Benny?" I asked into the room but no response. I wondered out towards the kitchen "Benny?" I asked again slightly louder but still nothing I noticed a little note on the chess board on the dining table

'Gone Shopping,

Back soon Honey Bunny.

Benny x'

I smiled going for a shower and washing my hair wrapping myself up in the towels as I tidied up the apartment, I smiled going and putting one of the few dust covered records he had on letting the sweet music gently play listening to the sweet tunes as I cleaned, I dug in my bag for one of my dresses seeing one of my little bottles of Pills spill out and onto the floor seeing the rainbow of coloured pills I ignored it and stuffed them back into the bottle hiding them away again, I don't know why I felt the need to hide them in all honesty, I mean benny see's me take them everyday? I don't want to worry him is all. I dried off my hair and put it back up in my usual tight bun as I did I saw benny's flowery robe he often slips on of a morning or when he can't be brother to actually get dressed I slipped it down from the door and over my shoulders it swamping my much smaller body in the little towel but it was another to keep away the chill as I went to go make myself an apple juice and some eggs for breakfast. As I stood setting up the kitchen to cook the door opened revealing benny with groceries

"Ohh hey you, You're up then" he laughs

"You could have woke me"

"Well I didn't you where sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you up" He says locking up the door and putting the shopping on the side "wha- what are you wearing?"

"Don't I look pretty?" I asked

"You look beautiful" he smiled wrapping his arms around me tightly nuzzling into my neck giving my skin there a kiss "You should be like this every morning"

"What? In a towel?"

"In a towel, in my clothes, your hair up in a cute bun, no make up on... I don't know. You just look... happy" He says kissing my cheek "Ohh I picked up some extra stuff because we are having a fancy night

"A Fancy night?"

"Like... a date but. Since you can't leave the house it'll just be the two of us a little at home date night"

"Sounds lovely benny" I smiled giving him a kiss "Now I should get dressed I still need to do my poses"

"Yes! I hoped you'd wait till I was home to do them..." He smiled "Can't you do them in the towel? Or better yet... without the towel"

"Don't push your luck benny" I laughed going to the bedroom.