#that slutty slutty wide-v shirt!!!! THE CURLS!!!

[zombeesknees]

#kevin kline #gotta be one of my favourite genders

KEVIN KLINE as THE PIRATE KING in THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE (1983)

[songofthewildwinds]

Fashion Sense

“Whore.” 

“I beg your pardon?” The Villain stopped their blows and turned to stare at the hero with a look of pure shock on his face, eyes wide as he tried to process the words that just came out the usually serious Hero. The whole fight they had been engrossed in seconds ago came to a stop at the revelations of words. 

“You heard me.” The Hero answered back, arms crossed as they stood facing him, face void of expression. They never added onto those words as they stared at the other, waiting for him to respond. Villain was at a loss for words. Granted, he knew he was a little more than indecent, slutty if you must, but to hear his precious little Hero say such a word was a huge shock. But yet again, Villain was one to flirt and soon enough, his shock was put aside and a flirtatious smirk spread across his lips, body leaning down to tower over the smaller Hero.

“Perhaps this your way of saying you like how I dress?” The Villain asked slowly, voice smooth and sultry as his eyes locked onto the Hero’s, scanning up and down their body with no shame. Hero just scoffed, turning their body away from the Villain in what seemed to be anger, but the faint redness on the ends of their ears told the Villain otherwise.

“So, do you?” The Villain asked a few seconds later when he never got a response from the secretly flustered Hero, walking over to them once again and curling around their back to peer down at them. While the two were not touching, Hero was more than aware of how close Villain’s basically naked chest was to their back, cheeks going red as they turned around and stepped away from him instantly. 

“I am not answering such a question.” They said in a rush, brows furrowed as they frowned at the Villain. Villain just smirked, finding the little Hero’s response to be amusing. 

“I see.” He answered back with lowered eyelids, arms being held behind his back as he stared down at the Hero with a look of curiosity. Hero just glared as they fell into silence, silently letting out a breath of relief that the Villain had given up on his want for answers. But, that relief was taken and ripped away too soon when the Villain spoke up again. “So if I came to our next battle wearing less than this, you’d be completely unbothered by it?” He asked as he tilted his head to the side slightly, smiling innocently as he traced his finger along the deep V-neck that cut down his dress shirt, chest shown to the world. Hero’s eyes widened in bewilderment at the sentence, body tensing up and shoulders rising in a defensive pose.

“Of course I would!” The Hero snapped almost instantly, body instinctively taking a few steps back. Their blush had spread across their entire face at this point and Hero knew this, hoping and praying that the Villain thought of it as angered flush and not out of embarrassment at the thought that just appeared in Hero’s head. “You’re an idiot to think an outfit would bother my performance.” The scowl that Hero gave Villain was full of anger, but Villain only found it adorable. It looked like he had a new outfit to pick out.

(Hero almost choked on their own spit the next time Villain showed up for a fight, face going bright red as they realized Villain was not lying about his earlier proposition.)

Villain’s outfit if anyone wants to see it: https://www.tumblr.com/songofthewildwinds/711862144131629056/villains-second-outfit-for-fashion-sense?source=share

[gingersnaaps]

"yes" is conditional

the whorification of y/n, courtesy of one kuroo tetsurou and his special... talents <3

wc: ~2.4k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): dubcon, expicit n*fw, brainwashing/conditioning, mindbreak, bimbofication, mental aphrodisiac, exhibitionism mentions, uh implied sexual slavery(there's a cage at the end??), corporate!setting, fem!reader with inner genitals,

a/n: written for @sugawara-sweetheart and her decadence collab!

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The movies always get it wrong.

Kuroo thinks it’s hilarious how far off the mark they can be, honestly. He’s seen countless renditions of what people think mind control is like, and it’s always so corny and contrived - it’s not like he forces anyone to do things they don’t actually want to. He just… makes suggestions.

Nobody actually knows where their own thoughts come from, do they? So it’s almost too easy to place a suggestion or two in the back of someone's mind and pass it off as their own idea.

Most of the time, people are all too happy to comply with these suggestions.

And Kuroo’s more or less content with the free drinks he receives, the frequent raises his boss dishes out, and the one-night stands he easily gets as a perk of his little power. He really does enjoy the gifts other people seem to drop into his lap and the temporary flings he always finds himself in.

But he’s bored.

He wants more. He’s had enough of the short-lived gratification every time he persuades another pretty girl to come home with him.

So when he sees you walk by his office window, with your head always ducked low and your modest outfits all prim and put-together, it’s out of a passing curiosity - just a whim - that he starts his experiment. He wants to know just how far he can go in suggesting ideas and replacing thoughts, just how deep he can reach, and you’re perfect. You’re an unassuming and quiet coworker, you don’t attract attention, and he can tell that you’re one of those good girls just from the way you flush and avert your gaze when he talks to you.

Besides, he’s always wondered what your ass would look like in tighter skirts. Or, alternatively, with no clothes on at all.

Kuroo decides to make a project out of you.

As the days pass, he makes sure to time his coffee breaks so they sync up perfectly with yours. He makes sure not to do anything too overt, though - he doesn’t make you give him your number right off the bat, or ask you out immediately, or even drop any compliments. He wants to play it a little more subtle this time.

You find that you can’t help but take note of him, partly due to his constant presence, but also because you just can’t seem to tear your eyes away. Suddenly, there’s an insistent urge in the back of your mind constantly telling you where to direct your gaze, a little voice that whispers out how good his collarbones look, or how his back muscles ripple out under his shirt when he stretches. Your eyes seem drawn to his - and every time you make eye contact, you start flushing furiously, a tingling warmth spreading down your spine and into your cunt.

When you pass by his office, all he has to do is flash a cheeky grin, wink, and just like that, your panties are fucking soaked. You don’t know why you’re no longer able to control yourself around him, but it must be natural, right? It’s normal to have a relationship with a coworker go from completely platonic to you fantasizing about him stuffing your cunt full, right?

If he’s going to be honest, Kuroo likes seeing how horny he can make you every time he’s close by. He likes the way your face heats up, the way that cute body of yours seems to tense up, the way you cross your legs a little bit tighter when he walks by.

It’s not hard to make up fantasies to put in your mind, either - Kuroo thinks about you nearly all the time, after all. So when he finds himself drifting off in his office, thinking of the way you’d moan and scream and mark up his back if he were to pound you into the mattress, or maybe of how your pretty face would look dripping with his cum as he grips your hair and fucks your face, he doesn’t mind sharing them with you. And the look on your face when he does - oh, baby, it’s so precious.

You must be barely more than a virgin with how absolutely ashamed you act.

And slowly, of course, your wardrobe begins to change. When you find yourself at the mall, you’re no longer looking for conservative sweaters and cardigans that disguise the shape of your body. Maybe you’ve just lost interest in that style, especially with the way you find yourself drawn to the more… vivacious section. Now, you find it empowering to sift through racks of the tightest skirts, of v-neck blouses that give away your cleavage whenever you lean over.

When you show up at work, legs clad in tight stockings and your breasts pushed tight up against your shirt, you feel almost proud when Kuroo sees the way you’re dressed. In fact, when you find your gaze drawn to his, looking into his dark pupils blown wide with arousal, you feel that intense, throbbing heat in your cunt flare up again.

You feel good. You feel happy. You dress this way because you want to.

And when he finally asks you out to dinner, it’s easy - almost second nature - for you to say yes. Why would you ever want to say no when you’ve been so fixated on him for the past few weeks, when your mind has been filled with the dirtiest, unspeakable thoughts, when you’re so undeniably attracted to him?

On that date, you can barely think straight.

You’re just so fucking turned on the entire time, aren’t you? You can’t stop thinking about the way his cock would feel dragging up against your tight, wet, heat, about how his fingers would feel methodically taking you apart, how the flat of his tongue would feel flicking up across your clit.

You don’t care about the food. You barely even notice how much the bill for the dinner comes to. All you can think about is him.

Kuroo finds it almost endearing how tightly you cling onto his side during the taxi ride to your place. He can feel how warm you are, your shallow breaths puffing in and out, the way you tremble when he brings a thumb up to caress your cheek.

His experiment was so fucking worth it. You’re putty in his hands, a little plaything he can mold and shape to his liking.

That night, you are very much to his liking.

You pull him out of the taxi, whispering into his ear how much you’d like to show him around, but he isn’t fooled. You’ve invited him up not because you want to give a tour of your living area, but because you need him, because you don’t really have a choice with the way he’s been conditioning you for the past few weeks.

Barely five minutes have passed before you drag him to your bedroom, stripping off every useless item of clothing off. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me. Please. Please. I want it so bad.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, and as he grasps your thighs with his large hands and spreads you until you’re open and dripping, he’s only too happy to oblige.

Sucking gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, he bites at your soft flesh, running his tongue up along your pulse point until you shiver. He reaches down, trailing his hand over your chest and tummy until he arrives at your clit, and rubs slow, feather-light circles that leave you squirming and shaking, bucking into thin air until he grabs your hips and holds them down firmly in place.

He knows you want more. He can tell by the way your puffy clit pulses, swollen and tender, and the way you mewl whenever his fingers brush against your entrance.

“More,” you whisper, eyes wide and pleading. “I need more. Please.”

His cock twitches at the ragged desperation in your voice, and he almost wants to draw it out for a bit longer. You make such a pretty picture - he wants to run his hands through your disheveled hair, all mussed up and soft, wants to hold your face, glowing with sweat and flushed pink, wants to sear how depraved you look into his mind forever.

But who is he to deny you when you’re begging so nicely?

Weeks of pent up frustration have left you so, so sensitive - after all, your short, stubby fingers can’t reach nearly as far as his can, and the angle he’s able to hit every time he curls his fingers in a come-hither there motion isn’t something you could ever replicate. It’s so easy to make you cum when you’re desperate, and he indulges you, making you cream around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper and strokes at your walls.

And when he’s done prepping you, Kuroo finds that fucking into a needy cunt is so much better than just a willing one. Your pussy, slick and dripping wet, almost seems to suck his cock into your hole, and the lewd moan that falls from your lips as he bottoms out sends heat rushing to his core. He goes slow and careful at first - he wants you to enjoy this, after all - but your pussy feels so good, so warm and velvety, that he can’t help but speed up and ram his cock into you until you’re squealing like a bitch in heat. It might feel better without the condom he has on in the way, but that’s okay - he’ll save fucking you raw for another day.

After that night, you only grow more eager. You start doing things you never would’ve even imagined prior to his little interventions - you send him nudes from the work bathroom, slutty pictures that show off the curve of your ass and your tits covered in lace, candid shots of your lips wrapped around your fingers, sucking on them like you would his cock, even pictures of your cunt right after you’ve been touching yourself.

And just days after he’d fucked you for the first time, you find yourself at the pharmacist picking up birth control. You want to feel him cum inside you, to paint your pussy white and stuff you full until his seed is dripping out of you and dirtying the sheets.

Most of all, you want to please him. You want to make him feel good so that he’ll fuck you, offer you some sweet relief from the persistent ache in your cunt that gets particularly intense whenever he’s nearby.

You let him fuck you almost anywhere, anytime. He bends you over the sink in public bathrooms, running his fingers along your folds, or sprawls you out on his lap in his car, his cock deep in your cunt. You don't really mind if other people see the two of you - as long as he's gripping your hips tight, bruising your cervix until your skin blooms black and blue, sticky drool leaking from the corners of your mouth - he could be showing your naked cunt off in the middle of Times Square for all you care.

Kuroo can’t help but beam with pride at the way your demeanor has changed as of late. You used to blush whenever he would make eye contact with you, and now you’re begging him to get you off during rush hour on public transportation.

He likes this new version of you very much.

-

Months go by, and you find that it gets harder to focus at work. Early on, it was easy to ignore the heat curling in your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted to Kuroo, but now the artificial glare of the screen gives you a headache, and the numbers and letters on the spreadsheets all seem to meld and jumble together until you can’t tell which is which.

You don’t really care about your boss’s performance review anymore. The customers can scream all they like. The most pressing concern on your mind, the one that you just can’t stop thinking about, is the insatiable need for Kuroo to fuck you, to lift you up against the wall and bounce you on his cock like a ragdoll.

Why would anything else matter?

To be completely honest, Kuroo hadn’t anticipated this particular side effect, but he supposes it makes sense that the more thoughts he replaces, the less original ones remain. There’s no longer as much of who you were before left, and - oh, Kuroo really shouldn’t be doing this to you, should he? But he finds that he doesn’t really care, doesn’t really mind, because you look so much better in your tight skirts, so much happier being the slut he’s slowly trained you to be.

He did like you for your personality - he really did. It was nice seeing you cute and quiet, but there’s just no room left for who you were anymore.

We’re all shaped and molded by our environment, aren’t we? The people we surround ourselves with, the places we grow up and live our lives in - it just happened that for you, your environment was Kuroo, and he did the work that society probably would have done anyway - albeit a bit differently, a bit more extreme.

Of course, he’s not delusional. He knows he’s responsible for the way you are now, so when you eventually get fired, he takes you in and lets you live with him. This way, you’re safe and warm and taken care of, and in exchange, he gets easy access to your cunt whenever he wants. There’s no more need for midnight calls or texts, because his pretty little fuckdoll is always waiting for him when he comes home.

He doesn’t have a spare room, but that’s not a problem. He lets you sleep on a couch at first, but the nice, comfy cage he orders for you comes in after just a few days. After all, he doesn’t want all his hard work to go to waste, and besides - you’re content with the few amenities your new accommodations offer: food, water, air, and cock.

Kuroo often finds himself admiring your pretty face, an expectant, needy expression plastered on your features and your eyes glazed over, stuck between the dirty metal bars like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. He can’t help but think that this is how you were always meant to be, that this is the perfect relationship that makes both of you happiest.

Considering the state you’re in, you really don’t know any better, do you?

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[bee-kathony]

The Oath | Ch. 2 “Strange Whisky Man”

a/n: thank you SO much to everyone who read and left comments on the first chapter! It means everything to me when I read that you liked this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

Ch. 1 

January 21, 2019

When Claire opened her eyes to the sun streaming through the window over the white linen sheets, her mind was blank. For a few brief, quiet moments, she forgot the events of the past twelve hours. But then as she turned to her side and realized she wasn’t in her own bed, she remembered why and fear crept in.

What the bloody hell was she going to do?

She moved in with Frank three years ago when they came to Edinburgh after she graduated from university. Their home was her home. A place where they had both created memories, shared Christmases and even talked about getting married.

As she sat up, her hands moved to her forehead, pressing against the temples to ease the throbbing ache. She was going to take things one day at a time. And after all… Geillis had said she could stay as long as she needed to, thank God she had a spare room.

Feeling a bit lost without her phone, Claire sighed as she put one foot after the other on the carpeted floor and stood. Her joints popped as she stretched her hands high above her head.

“You can do this, Beauchamp.” Claire took a deep breath and steeled herself for the day, ready to face whatever new challenges came at her.

When she walked out into Geillis’ living room, she was surprised to see boxes of her stuff sitting on the floor.

“Geillis?” She called out, walking through the house to find her friend.

“In the kitchen!”

The red headed woman was standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand, flipping bloody pancakes. Claire felt overwhelmed by so many different emotions and walked over to Geillis and wrapped her arms around her.

“Oh, Claire.” Geillis smiled and wrapped one arm around her waist. “Ye alright, lass?”

“I will be,” Claire smiled as best she could. “I just… love you a lot. You’ve picked up my stuff from my shitty ex and now you’re making pancakes.”

“Aye,” Geillis grinned and then turned back to the stove. “I’m just doin’ all these nice things for ye so someday when I need a favor, ye have no choice but to help.”

Claire scoffed, “I don’t think I have a choice whether I help you or not. Geillis Duncan does not simply ask, she demands.” They both laughed at the truth of the statement. When Claire had first moved to Edinburgh, she had been quite reserved and was slow to make friends. Geillis had spoken to her on her first day of work and Claire knew they would hit it off.

Her friend was also usually right about everything. Last night, Geillis had mentioned how she never felt right around Frank and now there was a reason why. He was a cheater, a liar and a manipulative bastard.

Biting the inside of her cheek to keep the tears at bay, Claire walked over to the cabinet, grabbing a glass for water.

“Did you get my phone by chance? I hope I don’t have too many missed messages.”

“Och, aye I did. I plugged it in on my charger in my room, ye can go and get it.”

“Thank you again,” Claire smiled and went to fetch her phone. When she unlocked it, she had only one message from a colleague updating her about a patient who was in critical care. Thankfully all was well, but Claire felt a little depressed that she only had one missed message. She really needed to get out more.

Claire joined Geillis back in the kitchen and hopped up on the counter.

“So, what’s this distillery thing again?” She swung her crossed ankles back and forth in the air, trying for any conversation that would distract her from thinking about Frank.

“Tis a company called ‘Fraser & Co.’, a family business I think. Anyways, my friends Rupert and Angus ken the owners and asked if I wanted to tag along,” she smiled, waving the spatula in the air as she talked. “There’ll be free whisky all night long, a good reason to get sloshed eh?”

“Right. Sloshed,” Claire sighed. She hoped with time that she would regain some feeling, some sense of humanness but currently all emotion had simply been drained out of her.

“It is okay for ye to try and have fun tonight, Claire.” Geillis flipped the last pancake and then turned to face her. “I ken it’s been no even twenty-four hours and ye’ve every right to be heartbroken, but sometimes a girl just needs a few stiff drinks and one night to pretend she hasna been hurt.”

Geillis was right. Again. What Claire didn’t need to do was wallow in self pity, that would only get her nowhere. And besides, she didn’t exactly want to keep crying over Frank fucking Randall — he didn’t deserve her tears.

“I’ll try my best,” she offered a warm smile and satisfied with her answer, Geillis turned back to the pancakes.

“Good. I’ll be by yer side the entire night and if ye ever want to ditch, just let me know,” the red haired woman drizzled warm syrup over the fluffy pancakes and just as she passed the plate into Claire’s hands, her stomach growled.

“Christ, I’m starving!” She laughed, took the fork offered to her and dove in. “Haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday, I’ve no idea what got in the way of dinner last night,” she said sarcastically.

Kicking her in the shin lightly, Geillis laughed. “Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp isna lost to the world after all.”

++++++

It took Claire a bit longer than she expected to find something to wear tonight and no surprise there since all of her stuff had been quickly packed into boxes. In reality, she didn’t own a lot of clothes or personal items.

Perhaps it was because when her parents died, she had moved around a lot with Lamb. He was an archaeologist and so every few months, they traveled to a different country which meant hoarding things like band t-shirts, books and any other normal teenage girl items were out of the question.

Once on her way home from work, Claire had passed by a store with a lovely display of vases and almost purchased one. She wasn’t exactly sure why she didn’t buy it — after all, she had a home with Frank and a table or mantle to place it on. She had stability.

Had.

Muttering things to herself like, “foolish woman, should have noticed,” Claire took her time getting ready. Opting for simple black fitted jeans and a cozy sweater, her next task was to tame her curls.

Growing up, she hated having curly hair and had always wished for straight hair like her mother. But Julia Beauchamp had insisted that Claire learn to love her curls and also how to properly take care of them.

Proper care was thrown out the window when she traveled around with Lamb and since then, she hadn’t taken up putting in the effort again. It wasn’t that her hair was unkempt, but it often resembled a bird’s nest… an inviting one nonetheless.

Forcing herself to wear a little bit of foundation and mascara, Claire put the brush down and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Not bad, Beauchamp.”

When she walked out to where Geillis was waiting, she stopped and stared at her friend. She was wearing a short black dress with a deep v-cut and thigh high boots. It was January… in Scotland.

“What? Too slutty ye think?” Geillis followed Claire’s gaze and looked down at herself.

“No, no not at all,” Claire whistled, her eyes wide and then laughed. “You look great actually, but now I feel rather frumpy.”

Giving her a once over, Geillis screwed up her face, “Aye, ye do, but ye have an excuse. It’s no like yer goin’ to be keen on talkin’ to any men. So this way they’ll be sure to stay away!”

“Geillis!” Claire gasped, feigning shock and hit her playfully on the arm. “Okay, now you look like a slut.”

“Grandma,” Geillis retorted and then grabbed her car keys.

++++++

The grand opening party for Fraser & Co. was being held at the owner’s estate according to Geillis’ friend Rupert. The two women had picked up their two companions, also Scots of course and made the short journey to Lallybroch. From the little Claire knew of Gaelic, the word ‘Lallybroch’ meant something like ‘lazy tower’ and she very was interested to see if such a tower existed.

“So, Claire,” Angus leaned forward from the backseat, his face a bit too close to Claire’s to be completely comfortable, “How long have ye known our lass, Geillis?”

Avoiding unnecessary contact, Claire leaned forward so that her back was at an awkward angle and turned her head towards Angus. “Almost three years, feels like ages though.”

“How come we’ve ne’vr met ye then?”

“Claire doesna get out much, ye ken,” Geillis chimed in. “She’s a big boss lady and doesna have time to hang out wi’ the lower class.”

Claire nudged her friend in the side, rolling her eyes. “You know that’s not true. It was Frank who insisted on spending all of my free time with him.”

“Who’s Frank?” Rupert, the burlier of the two men asked.

“No one important anymore,” Claire said and put an end quickly to that rabbit hole.

A short time later, they arrived at their destination. It wasn’t very late in the day, 7pm to be exact, but the sun had set a long time ago and so the only lights on the estate were hundreds of twinkling fairy lights hung all around. The home looked absolutely magical and Claire decided that this is what all typical Scottish fairytale homes looked like.

They had arrived a bit later than expected due to getting lost in the dark and therefore had missed the opening speech from the owners welcoming them to the launch. The four of them quickly found the open bar, however, and Claire was now onto her second whisky of the night.

Rupert had just told a joke that had made the entire crowd around them laugh in hysterics, but not Claire. While she enjoyed the company, her heart wasn’t in it to be surrounded by so many people.

“I’m just going to take a walk around, I’ll be fine,” She said to Geillis, giving her a cheerful smile as she slowly wormed her way out of the crowd.

As she stepped out of the house to get some fresh air and enjoy the pretty lights, Claire was thankful she had worn a comfy sweater instead of trying to give off the impression that she wasn’t absolutely freezing. Even with her hands tucked under the material of her sleeves, however, she still shivered.

“Yer shaking so hard, yer makin’ my teeth rattle just at the sight of ye.”

Jumping a little at the unexpected company, Claire looked over to her right and saw a very tall, broad, red haired man leaning against the wall.

“Do ye want a plaid or maybe a coat?” He asked her kindly and then approached her. She knew the man was waiting for an answer to his question, but when he came closer and she looked into his blue eyes, she forgot any language that made sense.

The man gave her an odd look and then reached out, waving his hand in front of her face and finally she shook her head, and her speech was restored.

“No, thank you. I’ll be just fine,” she smiled and then turned to head back inside the house. Claire had come outside to get away from people, and this man who made her incapable of coherent thought was getting in the way of that.

“Ye dinna seem like ye want to be around people,” He said just as her foot hit the first step.

“Your point is?” She gazed over at him, noticing the subtle quirk of his mouth, and the deep auburn shine to his curly hair.

“I ken of a place wi’ a few less people is all,” he smiled and before she could tell herself no and to go find Geillis and ask to go home, Claire retraced her steps and came to stand in front of the man once again.

“Show me, then.”

Observing that she had come outside for to find quiet, the man didn’t speak as he lead them around the estate and to a large stable. Only when he disappeared inside an office looking room and returned with a plaid, did Claire speak.

“Thank you,” she smiled, accepting his kind gesture to keep her warm.

“Dinna fash. Canna have ye freezin’ to death!” He laughed — a deep laugh that made Claire want to tell a joke just so she could hear it again.

“So why did you bring me to the stables?” She asked and took a few steps in, looking around at the horses that were in their stalls.

“Och, I always find the company of a horse to be more favorable than people,” the man said and walked up next to her, his hands down at his sides.

“I’ve never ridden a horse before,” Claire mused out loud and came to stand in front of a stall with a beautiful black horse. “Don’t know anything about them really.”

For whatever reason, Claire felt comfortable in this stranger’s presence. Perhaps it was being around the horses, but as he stood next to her, she suddenly longed to know everything about him.

“Ye are a Sassenach,” the man chortled, “That doesna exactly surprise me.”

Claire looked up at him and was once again struck by the blueness of his eyes. “A Sassenach?” She pronounced the word slowly, trying to mimic his accent.

His eyebrows shot up and an amused look crossed his face, “I only mean English, tis another term for ye… an outlander.”

“Hmmm, I hope it’s used affectionately,” she snorted a bit and then covered her mouth with her hand. Only did she snort when she felt totally relaxed and right now she blamed the alcohol.

The man only laughed and then suddenly disappeared back into the office. Claire mentally shrugged and wrapped the plaid tighter around her body, returning her attention back to the horse in front of her.

“Would ye like a dram?” The man said from behind her and she turned to see him holding two glasses of whisky.

“What do you own the place or something?” She laughed, remarking at his ability to produce items from seemingly out of nowhere but took the glass he offered her.

The scot stiffened beside her, his left hand tapping twitchy fingers along his thigh. “Och, I ken the owner a wee bit.”

“I see. And he has no problem with you showing random strangers his stable and drinking his hidden whisky?”

The man grinned over his glass, “None at all.”

Claire wondered exactly who he was, but decided not to push further. She took a sip, letting it burn her throat and then took a seat on the bench near the entrance. The man awkwardly stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do but ultimately took a seat beside her.

“What do ye think of the whisky?”

He was sitting very close to her and she could smell his aftershave — minty with a hint of spice that lingered in her nostrils. The man also radiated heat and she no longer felt the need of the plaid, letting it fall off one shoulder.

“It’s very good,” she smiled and remembering the glass in her hand took another sip.

“I’ll be sure to let the owner know that a beautiful Sassenach who’s never ridden a horse in her life enjoys his whisky,” the man said with a cheeky grin and Claire had the sudden urge to poke him in the stomach. So she did.

“Och! What was that for?” He laughed, rubbing at the spot she had poked him.

“Sorry,” she bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing but ultimately burst into a fit of giggles, one so strong that tears filled her eyes.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” she sighed as her laugh began to wind down. The man stared at her, clearly amused, but also maybe a bit frightened at this hysterical woman he had engaged in polite conversation with.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” He asked and she thought that he genuinely cared to know the answer.

The simple answer was yes, she was just a bit tipsy, but the real answer was far more complicated.

“I’m not really sure,” she said truthfully, earning her a distinctly Scottish noise from beside her.

“I didna expect such an honest answer,” the man grinned, his eyes full of sympathy.

“I’m not usually one to pour my heart out to a complete stranger,” Claire took another sip of whisky. “But you make me comfortable strange whisky man.”

“Strange whisky man? Yeesh,” the man chuckled and then offered his hand out to her. “Jamie, madam. Pleasure to meet ye.”

It took her a moment to move her own hand into his, but when her skin made contact with his, a bolt of electricity shot up her arm and she dropped the nearly empty glass onto the ground, making them both jump. Glass shattered at their feet, and Claire cursed herself for being so clumsy.

“Dinna move, Sassenach. I dinna want yer wee feet getting hurt,” Jamie stood and carefully avoided the glass. He went into the small office and came back with a small broom and dustpan. That room really did have a bit of everything.

“I’m so sorry,” Claire said. “I’ll buy the owner another glass. Christ, Beauchamp!”

“Dinna fash, Sassenach. Tis alright, I ken he willna mind, besides ’twas an accident,” he brushed up the remaining bits of glass and dumped it in a waste bin. With a final check to the area, Jamie offered both his hands to Claire and she took them, once again feeling that same buzz on her skin.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“For what?” Jamie hadn’t let go of her hands and she was fine if he never did.

“For cleaning up my mess.”

“I think I’d do anythin’ for ye, Sassenach.”

The air between them was so charged, so electric that Claire was sure if a match was struck, they’d both burst into flames on the spot.

Jamie’s hand moved from hers and slipped around her waist, holding her close to his body and she felt the heat of him against her skin. There was nothing else that mattered in this moment other than the thought of what his lips would taste like on hers.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Sassenach,” Jamie whispered and she stood on her toes and paused, her lips a breath away from his.

“Kiss me.” And he did.

Chapter 3: “Nooks & Books” 

[ahgazens]

DANGEROUS DRINK

Summery: You've always been shy and quite not much of a party goer but one day your friends convinced you enough to attend a girls night out involving clubs skimpy dresses and Very dangerous drinks.

Warnings: rough sex, hair pulling ,man handling ,choking ,semi public sex,fingering,oral sex (m) receiving.

Genre: Smuttttttttt / fluffy / angst if you squint super hard.

Word count :2683

Y/n that party was so wicked last night, it would have been even cooler if you'd get the hell out sometimes. Your friend Tina says while going on all about some gross college frat boy infested party where girls literally wear nothing and the boys have no since of control over their hormones its pathetic and nothing you'd ever attend. "Oh yeah sure, having my face half sucked off by some pubescent manchild is exciting." you say while finishing up the dishes since it was Tuesday and Tuesdays where your days of chores. "Omg whatever y/n you know you need to get laid i'm honestly surprised your not a virgin how the hell did  you lose your v card anyways?" she says walking towards the fridge to get a drink. Your breath hitches as you pat your cheeks glaring at her "Honestly that's none of your business!, and besides it happen to be a long time ago so just let it go." Fine whatever you say y/n but Kayla invited me out to girls night I told her i'd ask you just to make her happy but I know our answer already . She says her shoulders slumped and headed towards the couch. You honestly didn't mind going out its just what kind of event it was and who might be around is what made you uncertain. "Fine okay ?? I'll go to whatever this is ! but if you try that shit you pulled last time with those 2 french guys i'm never hanging out with you every again !" you say turning around drying the dishes and smirking at your friends crazy victory antics.

Y/n there is not way i'm letting you go to the club in a Plaid long sleeve button up and bell bottom jeans with a DEAN hat have you lost your damn mind??? Hey I agreed going not going and wearing something that's going to have my ass hanging out for everyone to see! Now are you read to go or not? For fuck sakes y/n throw this on PLEASE for the love of god! Tina says flinging some black material in your face. Grabbing a hold of it you inspect it half heartedly already not feeling it at all . "Tina this look like a lion mulled a person wearing this and someone found it and called it fashion HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR THIS? there is nothing covering my freaking vagina for crying out loud ! "Y/N you do realize that's the point ! just try the damned thing on so we can get the hell out of here.  After trying it on and exiting the house after the many praises Your annoying friend threw your way you start to second guess yourself not only because your feeling air hit places they shouldn't be but because you cant possibly move around in such tight scantly clad attire its impossible. You eventually to make it to the club 4 blocks down seeing Kayla an her clique of friends waiting beside the bouncer,apparently she knows people and gets in freely. "Holy shit y/n you actually came ??? she says looking at you wide eyed checking you from head to toe. "Not only did you come you came HOT ! rolling your eyes you squeeze the faux fur jacket around you tighter can we go inside now its like cold as a witches titty out here and these 5 inch heels aren't helping. " Alright girls lets go , Kayla says squealing in delight as you all enter the club.

Two hours into your time in the club you managed to survive the heat bouncing off drunk couples and strange men whispering what they'd do to have you for the night, That is.. until HIM HIM dressed like he owns the world HIM coming straight towards you with a drink in his hand a smirk on his face .. WAIT he is coming towards me ! omg omg omg Turing away slowly you pretend to be sipping on your martini, until you feel a hand press against your lower back and soft words in your left ear "  I could not stand not coming over here and ask why such a beautiful girl like yourself is sitting here alone. " He says sultry, Turning your head to the side you realize how close he is to you when his lips brushes your cheeks, flinching backwards you blush until your as red as a tomato. "I'm not exactly alone if you must know, i'm actually here with friends. He looks around "They don't seem much like friends if they left you here to warm this bar stool sweetheart." Yeah tell me about you say rolling your eyes taking a sip of your drink. "May I ask your name? he says taking a seat beside you. "Y/n b-but you can call me riri my nickname for short. Yeppeun he says more to himself than towards you. tilting your head you wonder what langues he speaks other than English. grabbing your hand he lifts your hand to his mouth placing a lasting kiss upon your hand without losing eye contact, Im Taek-woon  and I also have an nickname its Leo you can call me that, he smiles . Well its nice to meet you Leo you say smiling up at him. Care to join me for a dance , he ask gesturing towards the sea of sweaty bodies dancing against each other to the thumping ear deafening music . "I'm not much of a dancer I'll embarrass myself." you say in all honesty "That's okay because i'm an dancer ill help you , he says taking your hand leading you towards the dance floor.

Once on the dance floor he twirls you around so that your back is against his chest and his hands are firmly on your hips. "Now sway your body to the music let it take you in" he whispers against your ears grinding against you. Closing your eyes you try to focus on the music but the way he is holding you and the way his cologne and aftershave is mixing you cant breathe properly. You think to yourself "Fuck i'm so needy right now all it took for me to be touched by some handsome stranger for me to become a needy slut."  the music changed to a sultry tempo causing your bodies to rub against each other in  ways you wouldn't think of doing in public "You know your really fucking sexy in this flimsy dress you have on i'm kind of angry your letting this body be shown to other prying eyes y/n  . "Your upset ? for what reason we aren't dating I don't belong to you. As you push your ass back grinding against him feeling his cock harden within his pants. "Y/n you don't want to start anything you can't live up to" he says grabbing your hips roughly spinning you around to face him. "And who say I wouldn't be able to live up to it huh? Grabbing his shirt you lean forward to place a teasing kiss on the conner of his mouth . He smirks  landing a warning spank against your ass causing you to gasp as he grasp a hand full of the soft flesh "I want your pretty little ass in that filthy bathroom so I can fuck you like the filthy little slut you are." whimpering you rub your thighs together maybe its the alcohol but you never give in to such antics either way its to late to say no cause your practically dripping . rushing through the sea of bodies you wait for him in the single person stall checking up on your makeup in the mirror. You hear the door open and close and lock . Turning around you lean against the sink. "Well Mr Leo what are you wai-" your taunt cut off buy his punishing kiss of teeth and tongue he grabs you by the neck holding you against the sink placing his hand between your legs rubbing against your dripping cunt roughly. "MGFH ! fuckk more please you beg " You think this dirty little pussy deserves more? He says pinching your clit through your panties "After teasing me all night in this slutty dress having all those men eye whats rightfully mine!" he practically growls pulling you panties to the side, adding pressure to the hand around your throat . "Beg  slut tell me what this greedy pussy wants." kissing your neck rubbing your seeping hole teasingly, "L-leo please I need your fingers! Something please just touch my needy pussy I need you to fuck me! " you whine to him "Good girl " he slips in two finger knuckle deep not waiting for you to adjust  to the stretch he pounds his fingers into you rubbing against your rough patch of nerves causing your head to knock against the mirror and your toes to curl. "Oooh my god Fuckk ." rolling your hips against his hand chasing your high "Yeah that's it riri fuck my hand until your pussy cums."

As your walls beginning to spasm he slips his fingers out and slaps your pussy causing you cry out in pain , closing your legs shut you glare at him ready to tell him off before he shoves his fingers into your mouth coated with your essence moaning you close your eyes "The only way your cumming is with my cock inside of you understand?" Now get on the floor and suck my cock like the dirty slut you are, show me how much you want my cock inside of you.  lowering yourself onto the floor you look up at him with dilated eyes ready to see how big his cock really is, from the way it felt rubbing against you it was defiantly Big, reaching up to unbutton his pants you slide his pants to his knees groping him through his boxers  causing him to let out the sexiest noises you ever heard "Hurry riri I want to be inside your mouth now." Taking his cock out you stare in amazement. "holy shit  can cocks be beautiful ?"  you think to yourself . Taking his cock you open your mouth and lick against his slit causing a moan to slip past his lips "F-fuck riri sit on your hands now so i can fuck your mouth." Doing as he says you relax your jaw before he slips inside your mouth.

Taking your hair in both his hands he begins to rock his hips slipping in and out of your mouth. MM fuck riri your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock like t-this, can you take more of me?" swirling your tongue and nodding your head you assure him you want more of his cock stuffed in your mouth. "Of course you can take more my cock, your such a cock slut aren't you baby girl." Not being able to talk you simply moan around his cock sending delicious vibrations through him causing him to tighten his grip on your hair "F-fuck if you keep sucking me like this i'm going to blow my load" slipping his cock from your mouth he helps you up sitting you against the counter "Spread your legs I want to see how wet this pretty little pussy is for me.", you do as told spreading your legs reaching down and spreading your folds for his eyes to drink in "Please fuck me Leo I need your cock in me so badly I want you stretch my pussy your pussy" Grabbing your hips he pulls you so that half your ass is off the counter ." Put my fucking cock in you then so I can fuck you and have you scream for the entire club to hear." reaching down you grasp his cock stroking him from base to tip  patting his cock against your entrance." Mmm fuckk l-leo your cock is so big is it going to fit in me?" Slipping his tip inside of you he pushes the rest into in one swift motion . "F-fuck Y/N why the hell are you so tight? Did I not stretch you enough  with my fingers?" wincing slightly from the stinging pain from the stretch of his hard cock you place your hand on his abdomen "Your so big.. just give me a second" nodding he leans forward capturing your lips with his own comforting you through the pain moving his his hips slowly. "Shit y/n you feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this, your so fucking sexy." kissing down your neck he nibbles against your throat leaving blooming purple bruises and begins to thrust fully into you hitting against your sweet spot almost  immediately "Oh my f-uh yes!" you moan breathlessly. rolling your hips with his incoming thrust he slips in deeper hitting placing within you you didn't know was there causing you to squeal and your toes to curl. "Look at your pussy gushing with my cock fucking into you." licking his thumb  he reaches down to rub your clit in number eight motions "Cum on my cock y/n i want you to milk my cock dry. " Moaning out loudly your legs begin to tremble feeling your walls spasm once again you squeeze your eyes shut allowing your high to wash over you in a wave of euphoria. "A-ah shit y/n your going to make me c-cum" "Please cum for me leo fuck me hard bruise my little pussy make it yours. "Grabbing your thighs harshly he begins to ram you against the sink with punishing thrusts "Fuck y/n I need you to cum again!" he says taking your hand and placing it against your clit."Rub your pussy for me I need it please" He whines ,You begin to rub your slit quickly moaning out in pain in pleasure form over-sensitivity "MM fuck y/n your pussy is so tight im going to c-cum!" one last rotaion of your fingers and the thrust from his cock has you jumping from the edge into a mind numbing orgasm pulsating around his cock until he's weak in the knees.  Pulling out he jerks himself to completion coating your slit in his cum. You both don't really know how long you were in that position but Leo was first to make a move grabbing a paper towel and cleaning you up.  You still with me he says with a teasing smirk on his lips? "Y-yes sorry it's just that I haven't came that hard in a while"  Helping you down from the counter he leans down kissing you softly. "Maybe we can do this again but after dinner? somewhere less dirty and more sanitary ?" smiling up at him I'd love to go to dinner with you.

After getting dressed and freshening up and  exchanging numbers  up you both head out the bathroom looking sheepish at the long line waiting outside the bathroom and angry grunts from the people your passing to get back into the club "I'll see you Saturday around 8-ish? " Leo says kissing your hand "8-ish  I promise" you smile walking away with a purposeful sway of your hips towards your friends that are staring at you with bulging  eyes . Your friend Tina was first to break the ice "Okay so did we just see you leave the bathroom with a super hot guy and did he just kiss your hand and why is their bruises on your neck??" gasping you cover your neck . "Holy SHIT! you got fucking laid in the club bathroom, Kayla shrieks ." Blushing you start to walk away not before you make eye contact with HIM . smiling you head towards the exit . "This club has to be selling something in the drinks because no way in hell y/n would fuck a stranger in a club bathroom " Tina says nudging kayla .. "that's one dangerous ass drink but hey at least one of got lucky"

[ohfrickfanfic]

Indecisive

Pairing: Josh x Tyler x Reader

Warnings: This is all kinds of filthy I’m not even sorry: spitting, degradation, bondage, squirting, overstimulation ,choking.

Vessel era, natural hair Josh.

“Great job boys!” You say smacking both of them on the ass after they wrap the video shoot for Guns For Hands. Josh and Tyler shoot each other a look biting their lips. The boys are some of the best friends you’ve ever had but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t also incredibly sexually attracted to them as well, you love watching how riled up the get when you flirt and tease them endlessly; you make quite the habit of it. The plan is to go get Taco Bell now that the shoots over so you help the boys load their things into the van and take seat in back; Josh in the drivers seat and Tyler in the passengers.

“So like how did you guys get all that tape off of your face without loosing an eyebrow?” You joke, leaning forward into the front of the van with your forearms resting on the back of Josh and Tyler’s seats.

“It’s not real tape.” Josh answers. “It’s like this special tape that only sticks to itself and won’t stick to skin or hair.”

“Oh you mean bondage tape.” You say nonchalantly, waiting to gauge their reaction.

“How do you know what bondage tape is?” Tyler says cocking an eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You breath into his ear, quickly tonguing his lobe.

“That’s it! Josh exclaims, aggressively puling a U-turn; a symphony of honks and tire screeching echo through the air.

"Josh! What the fuck was that for, you trying to get us killed? Where are we going?” You asked confused.

“That’s enough questions outta that mouth! Josh says sternly. "Now you answer me this, who’s it gonna be, Me or Tyler?

"Josh what are you talking about? You ask in bewilderment, looking to Tyler for some sort of clarification.

"Don’t play fucking dumb with me!” Josh snarls, reaching blinding into the back seat while driving grabbing you by your wrists. “It’s blatantly obvious you have a thing for me and Tyler and since you can’t be a greedy little slut and date both of us, who’s it gonna be?” He barks handing your wrists off to Tyler.

“I -I dont k-know, it’s not that easy.” You stutter taken aback by Josh’s language and Tyler’s tight grasp on your wrists , you’ve never heard Josh talk like that before. “Can I have my wrists ba–?”

“Well since you don’t know, me and Tyler are gonna teach you a little lesson in decision making. Isn’t that right Tyler?”  Josh says, cutting you off.

Tyler nods silently a sly look spreading across his face as he squeezes your wrists tightly in one hand while opening the glove compartment, pulling out a spare roll of blue bondage tape. He climbs into the back seat with you tugging your wrists behind your back. He rips the plastic covering with his teeth then wraps the tape several times around your wrists, the tape feels cool against your flushed skin.

“T-tyler? J-josh? What, what the fucking is going on? And where are we going?” You ask utterly confused but immensely turned on; wetness already pooling between your thigh; you’ve never seen this side of the boys but you’re loving it.

“Tyler will you shut her up!” Josh demands, his foot getting heavier on the gas pedal.

“I’m on it!” Tyler smirks at you, stretching the tape over your mouth, around the back of your head and back over your mouth again to secure it. “There that should keep you quiet, you indecisive little slut.” Tyler spits at you his warm saliva sliding down your chest between your cleavage, causing you to moan against the tape.

“If you must know we’re going to your house, ‘cause you live alone, can’t have all our family hearing you fucking screaming our names now can we.” Josh finally answers your question peering back at you in the review mirror, his words and glare making your grow even wetter. Josh drives recklessly until they pull into your driveway, he slams the driver side door and comes around to the side, sliding open the side door. Josh looks around making sure none of your neighbors are around and then gives the all clear  waving you both out of the van. Tyler exits first, roughly assisting you in getting out; your hands still tapped behind your back.

“Keys?” Josh barks holding out his hand, you motion to your purse. Tyler retrieves it, digging through it until he finds your keys and throws them to Josh. Josh unlocks your door, Tyler following behind shoving you up the front stairs as you go. Josh yanks you from Tyler’s grasp taking over pushing up the stairs towards your bedroom, by your bound wrists. Once inside the bedroom Josh turns you around throws you down on the bed, and pulls of his red shirt, your eyes immediately tracing over his deep V lines as your body bounces  against the impact of hitting the bed, not being able to stop yourself with your hands. Tyler climbs onto the bed occupying the space  up by your head, sitting you up and undoing the tape around your wrists. The boys quickly strip you of your clothing, leaving you completely nude before them, and aching with desire in the pit of your stomach. You rub at the indentations on your writs just as Tyler snatches them up again pinning one by each side of your head.  Josh grabs your ankles; one in each hand and forces them back meeting your writs. “Tape!” He orders Tyler, who then secures each of them to your wrist, as Josh lowers his head placing  long, slow licks through your slick folds, your wetness stringing from his tongue between licks, your needy moans muffled by the tape. “Take the tape off her mouth Ty, I wanna hear those slutty little moans.” Tyler does as he’s told unwrapping the tape from around your head and mouth, a series of moans, expletives  and heavy breathing escaping your mouth, as Josh continues to lap at your wetness. “Mmmmm so fucking sloppy and we’ve barely even got started.” He breathes, his mouth still mere centimeters  from your core. “Ty come get in on some of this action.”

Tyler comes around joining Josh kneeling at the foot of the bed in front of your widely spread and restrained legs, gliding two fingers through your folds, coating them in your wetness before pushing them into you. He doesn’t waste anytime immediately curling them in you unabatingly.

“Ty…Tyler …Oh..m-my…Fu-FUCK!” You practically scream, your body rocking and teetering due to the extreme positioning  of the restraints, as the pleasure of Tyler’s fingers fill your senses. As if that wasn’t enough, Josh begins rapidly rubbing your clit with the pads of his fingers. “OHHH… Fuck …you two…Mmmm….mmmm….mmm…mm” You whine as the boys continue to work their talented fingers.

“Mmmm you like the both of us playing with your pussy like this, you little slut?” Josh asks, but your body is wracked speechless by pleasure unable to answer coherently.

“Answer him! Whore!” Tyler spits, roughly pumping his fingers into you at a new angle, his saliva once again hitting you in the chest.

“Fuck, I’m gonna –” Your words cut of by your forceful orgasm, a translucent stream, squirting form your core, splashing the boys.

“OH Fuck, Ty, we got ourselves a squirter here… Mmmm let’s see that again.” Josh smirks as the two continue to work your sensitive core.

“Jo–,Ty–, Fuck…too much, too much, st–!” You cry out overworked, as you squirt for the second time, the boys lowering their mouths to taste it this time, there tongues brushing against each others in the process, making you cum even harder.

“Alright you wanna fuck her first or should I ?” Josh asks Tyler, your wetness still clinging to his facial hair.

“After you.” Tyler motions grandly, with  a smirk.

Josh kneels in front you pulling himself from his black shorts and wasting no time entering your easily accessible  core; you muscles starting to fatigue from the position. Josh holds on to your bound legs using them for leverage as he pounds into you making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Tyler pulls off his blue tiger shirt and undoes his pants, beginning to stroke himself as he watches. With one last hard thrust Josh groans loudly filling you up. He pulls out quickly, Tyler hastily entering you just moments later; Josh’s cum seeping out from around Tyler’s length, producing an audible sloshing sound with every thrust. Josh gets dressed as Tyler continues to fuck you. Once dressed Josh sits on you straddling your chest, wrapping both hands firmly around your throat. “Fucking cum, slut” He orders spitting into your open moaning mouth, making you cum instantly, followed shortly by Tyler. Your body quakes in pleasure as you come down from your orgasm as Tyler gets dressed.

“Cut her free Ty.” Josh demands. Tyler pulls a pocket knife from his jeans carefully wedging it under the tape cutting you free, your tired legs falling to the bed.

“So…?” Josh asks. “Who’s it gonna be?”

“Mmmm that didn’t make my decision any easier. You tease as you run your fingers through your cum filled folds bringing them to your mouth, tauntingly licking them clean.  

[youcancallmecirce]

MariChat May Day 13: SIN

I took some liberty with this prompt, as well. I’m trying to keep this to a single, continuous story arc, and I wasn’t ready for them to get naughty just yet. So, you’ll just have to make do with LUST rather than SMUT this time.

This is for @siderealsandman. You set the sin bar high, my friend. If anyone wants to read incredibly well written sin, go check out Sandman’s AO3.

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Marinette checked her reflection in her mirror for the umpteenth time, because she was too antsy to sit still. Which was silly. She didn’t even know that he would be coming over. She swung away from the mirror with a groan, and began pacing. They hadn’t made any plans, but he had made a habit of dropping by on Friday evenings. He didn’t always come, but he did whenever he could.

And since she’d finished her Chat Noir outfit earlier in the week, she’d decided to go ahead and put it on, to surprise him with the complete look. After his reaction to the choker, she was quite looking forward to seeing his reaction to all of it. But what if he didn’t show tonight? What if he showed, but he thought it was ridiculous? What if he thought it was slutty?

She stopped. Why was she freaking out over what Chat Noir thought of this outfit? Sure, a bit of anticipation and even nerves made sense. She did want him to like them, after all. But this level of anxiety was over the top, even for her. It was just Chat Noir, and regardless of what Alya thought, they weren’t dating. It wasn’t like that for them, it wasn’t anything like she was waiting for Adrien to show up.

“Get a hold of yourself, girl,” she muttered. She resolutely pulled a new library book from her desk, and sat on her chaise to read. Either he would stop by, or he wouldn’t. She opened the book to the first page, and set about getting herself engrossed in the story.

It was late when Adrien was finally released from that stupid black tie affair with his dad. It had been boring and superficial and excruciatingly long, just as those events always were, but this one was worse because it fell on a Friday night. It had somehow become routine to go visit Marinette on Fridays, and now, he couldn’t stand to miss one. So, even though it was probably already too late, he called for his transformation as soon as he was sure that Nathalie wouldn’t be bothering him any more for the night.

The journey across the rooftops was freeing, as it always was, and he’d managed to lose some of the tension from that interminable dinner by the time he reached her balcony. Her lights were still on, which was always a good sign. He peered in through her skylight, and saw that she was curled up under a blanket on the chaise, with a book. He tapped on the glass to get her attention, and waved. Her face lit up when she saw him, and when she waved him in, he wasted no time in joining her.

“I’d given up on you coming over today, Chaton,” she said as he came through the opening in her ceiling.

“Eh, I got tied up as my civilian self.” He pulled the trap door closed behind himself, and began to climb down from her bed. “I almost didn’t come over, as late as it is. And had your light been off, I’d have turned back.”

“Well then, I’m glad I left my light on.” She pushed the blanket back to stand, then turned to set her book down, and Chat realized that she was wearing something other than her customary pink.

She was wearing black.

No, she was wearing black and green.

His colors. She was dressed entirely in his colors, and he quite suddenly forgot how to breathe. It must be the outfit that she’d designed from her sketches of him. She’d elected to stay surprisingly close to the design of his suit, and the sight of Marinette’s trim form clad in something very much like his suit was wreaking havoc with his equilibrium.

She’d made herself a pair of black skinny jeans, but rather than using black thread and a traditional cut for pants, she had cut these to echo the lines of his suit and stitched them with heavy green thread. The result was striking, to say the least. When she’d bent to put down her book, he’d gotten a very good look at the horizontal line across her derriere, as well as the twin lines that traveled down the backs of her legs, making them appear even longer than they were. The waist band sat at her hips, like the belt that circled his own body, and was likewise stitched in the heavy green thread.

By this time she’d turned to face him, and he saw that while her top also echoed the lines of his suit, she’d taken greater creative license with it. It was not made of denim, like the pants, but of matte satin, and was trimmed all the way around in piping of the same green as the thread. In some ways, it resembled a cheongsam, though she’d taken a great deal of liberty with that, as well. She’d clearly modeled the shape of the cap sleeves on the lines on his shoulders, so that they came to gently rounded points. In place of the high neckline, she wore her bell collar necklace above a low “V” neckline that would have shown cleavage on a bustier woman. The green line continued straight down the middle of the shirt to the hem, and was further embellished by two matching green frog closures.

She’d found a way to combine the style elements of his suit with elements from her own heritage, and the over-all effect was stunning, and…provocative. He moistened suddenly dry lips with his tongue, and allowed his gaze to rove over her again.

“Um, Chat? I-is it ok?”

He jerked his eyes to her face, finally aware that he had been staring, and saw that she was watching him anxiously. “Guh, Marinette, you look—er, I mean, this is—this is incredible! And—are you wearing chopsticks in your hair?”

“I am!” She turned to show him her hair, which she’d coiled into a bun and secured with a pair of shiny black chopsticks, which were embellished at the ends with tiny green paw prints. “So, you like it?”

“Like it?” He stepped closer to her, and touched a claw to the paw print on one of the chopsticks with something nearing awe. Not only had she dressed herself in his colors from head to toe, but she had made every last bit of it herself. She’d all but marked herself as his. “I fucking love it,” he breathed.

She whirled to face him, grinning happily, and he found himself staring down into her blue, blue eyes, which were presently very, very close to his face. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips without consulting him first, and in that moment, he found himself faced with a very intense desire to sweep his hand over her curves, pull her against him, and press his lips to hers. He watched in fascination as her grin faded, and her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips before tugging the lower one in between her teeth. His breath caught, and he found himself swaying toward her.

“Ch-Chat,” she whispered, and he didn’t know if it was a question or an invitation or a rejection, but it was enough to bring his brain back online.

He straightened abruptly, and took several hasty steps back, aware that his pants were feeling uncomfortably tight. What in the hell? Where had all of that come from? She was watching him, wide-eyed, with something like disappointment on her face. He mentally kicked himself, hoping that she wouldn’t notice his uh, problem. Why did he have to go and make it awkward between them? He cleared his throat, uncomfortably aware that he was probably blushing enough for it to show around his mask. “S-sorry about that. I, um, ahem, I love it. You did a great job.”

She opened her mouth to speak, apparently thought better of whatever she was going to say, and closed it again. She looked down, tugged at the hem of her shirt nervously, and one half of it pulled briefly away from the other, revealing a flash of the skin beneath.

The shirt didn’t close all the way down, he realized. Those frogs weren’t just decorative; they were the only things holding the silly thing closed. He leaned heavily against the ladder behind him, feeling poleaxed all over again.

“Thanks,” she finally said, with a small smile.

He blinked, an idea forming in his mind. “Hey, uh, Princess?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind if I took a couple of pictures?” Crap, was that weird? He really hoped she didn’t think it was weird.

Her smile broadened, and it reached her eyes again. “Not at all.”

He tugged his baton from behind his back, and brought up the screen. After tapping the pad for the camera, he snapped a couple with her facing him, and lowered it again uncertainly. “Could you, uh…”

“Turn around? Sure.”

She smiled again, and turned away from him so that he could photograph the back. She had her head turned to the side, so he was able to capture her face in profile. Had she always been so…sexy? He gulped, and hoped that she couldn’t hear. “Perfect. Thanks, Princess.”

“Of course!” She moved to the desk, then, and picked up her phone. “Would you mind taking a selfie with me? I don’t have any pictures of us together…”

“Only if you promise to give me a copy.”

“You know I will, Chaton.” She brought up the camera on her phone, and moved to stand beside him, but the angle was weird.

“Here.” He took the phone from her hands, and stood behind and just to the side of her, and held his arm out to take the picture. He pretended not to notice that her face was right next to his, or that only a few centimeters separated their bodies. He took a few pictures before straightening and taking another step away from her.

He was discovering that her proximity was inversely proportional to his ability to think. He managed to say goodnight without embarrassing himself, and then made his escape. When he was safely several houses over, he stopped and looked pensively back toward her balcony.

They’d grown close over recent months, and he considered her one of his dearest friends. If he had found himself attracted to her, he’d chalked it up to the fact that she was a pretty girl and he was a normal 17 year old guy. He’d never thought beyond that, because he’d been so focused on pursuing Ladybug. It hadn’t occurred to him that he might develop feelings for someone else, and if anyone had asked him yesterday if there was something between him and Marinette, he’d have scoffed.

Now? He wasn’t so sure any more. She’d somehow left him aching without ever touching him, so whatever else he felt for her, he definitely desired her. He adjusted himself in his pants with a sigh, and continued on his way.

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Anyone want to guess what he’s going to be doing when he gets home?