#the one where everyone's wearing a white top and black tie

[quasieli]

Folks we're feeling some gender in the house tonight, introduced to us by whatever the fuck Stromae's got going on.

[eyelambspider]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 '𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞' 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? || 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 fem!version

Prompts twenty-seven of Creeptober! Here is a link to the male!version!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : könig x fem!reader (reader wears a dress) 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : könig is sick of highschool, and on prom night he decides to summon the courage to do two things: get back at his bullies... and tell you how he feels. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.7 k 𝐚/𝐧 : gets dark, but, includes a cute stalker könig? is this a win or- also if you haven't watched carrie... spoiler alert 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : blood/gore, bullying, stalking, yandere themes, light smut (suggestive), chars are over 18+, slight angst, mutual pining, no use of y/n, alcohol

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. The neon lights sparkled off the disco ball and flooded the dark gymnasium. Party balloons lined the ceiling and dancefloor, kicked around lazily as couples and friends twirled to the music. Chaperones turned a blind eye to the obscenities that took place under the bleachers or right in the middle of the dance floor. Tongues tangling together with laughter and playful bites.

Someone probably spiked the drinks here for more 'fun'. Afterall, tonight the entire class was celebrating themselves as adults now.

König grimaced hard under his black mask, gritting his teeth together so hard he feared they might break. The black tie he failed to put on clutched in a white knuckle grip.

This school deserved to burn, to rot. Everyone on that damned dance floor didn't fucking deserve to enjoy the night. Not after the hell they had put him through this year.

His sad blue eyes flickered up for a moment.

Laughing and smiling, dancing together... His bullies still snickering amongst themselves, glancing the losers way.

König was sat on the bleachers, closest to the wall, his head hanging a little lower as a group of girls in pretty gowns giggled at him as they passed.

"Why is he still wearing that thing?" someone muttered over the music. Filling his face with shame under the hood.

He hated prom.

He had only come because he was forced to, and he couldn't quite leave either because they were picking him up after this.

It was a fucking nightmare. Even on the edge of everything, a specter looking in on the typical 'highschooler' experiences being made. Couples danced and friends threw their heads back in laugher... Meanwhile, he was in the darkest corner, trying desperately not be noticed.

Shoulders hunched to make him appear smaller than he was, unsure where to put his eyes... The anxiety in his veins making him tremble under his fine suit.

There was at least one saving grace to this unsavory night.

Cautiously, as if he was being watched, König peeked around the thrumming gymnasium. Silently seeking out the one person who comforted his thoughts.

You were sitting on the bleacher opposite of him, a drink in hand, smiling as you watched everyone dance.

His whole body stiffened at the sight, a deep flush burning down his neck as he tried to avert his gaze.

He couldn't ever really look away from you though. His crush, all throughout highschool... the one thing he bothered looking forward to.

He stole another glance upward and his breath caught in his throat.

You looked gorgeous in that dress. The sparkly fabric glittering under the disco lights. The stones catching against the dim fairy lights. König's eyes traced the sweetheart neckline, his soft blue eyes greedily eating up the glimpses of your collarbones and tops of your chest.

He desperately drank in your form, the curve of your waist, the soft column of your throat... "Scheiße..." he hissed, feeling the seat of his pants tighten as he watched you sip your punch. Just slowly swaying to the music.

König discretely adjusted his situation, licking his lips nervously before he glanced at the dancefloor to make sure no one was looking. They would give him so much shit if they saw him ogling you. The girl everyone wanted to dance with.

He stole another glance your way and felt his heart nearly stop dead in his chest.

Your eyes met his and you smiled at him. A light (possibly drunken) flush coating your cheeks as you waved shyly.

König instinctively looked away, heart beating a million miles an hour.

God what was wrong with him? He winced clutching his undone bowtie as if it were a lifeline.

This wasn't art class or history, where he could sit at the back of class and stare at you whenever he wanted to. This was prom night.

He imagined it completely different than this.

So many nights he spent picturing kissing you, feeling your soft lips pressed against his... maybe finally telling you how much his heart swelled at just a stolen glance. How complete he felt whenever he got a fleeting moment with you.

God, he treasured all of those moments. 'Accidentally' bumping into you in the hallway, watching you walk home after school... always afraid to confess.

Tonight had to be different... and he was running out of time.

Although he trembled, König glanced at the darkened stage at the front of the gym. People moved in the shadows, getting ready to announce the prom king and queen... and probably some more shitty speeches of how their youth was spent.

Tonight—contrary to what everyone spat at him—was his night, and it would be perfect. He just had to suck up his nerves before they got away from him.

The opportunity came only a few minutes later when the song 'After Midnight' stopped playing.

You had risen from your spot, carrying an empty red solo cup to the trash by the doors, a lingering smile on your face. Tonight was fun so far, an experience to reflect back on at least, too distracted by the sudden screech of the mic to notice König.

The principal came onto the stage with a smile, introducing and thanking everyone who had helped out with prom prep.

While you faced forward, trying to get a glimpse of the stage, König finally stood up with an air of confidence. Walking over to you standing by the wall, his cold blue eyes flickering to the neon exit signs and light switches next to you.

He stood a head over everyone else already, his form becoming muscular throughout the year, ready to finally enlist in the army after this.

After all this highschool shit was over.

The only reason people picked on him was because of the hood he wore over his face. Teased him because of the stutter he once had. And outcast him because he froze whenever someone said 'hi'.

His black boots kicked up a few balloons as he walked over to you, confetti sticking to his soles as he closed the distance.

You finally glanced up at him as he stepped close, offering a soft confused smile that made his heart nearly fall out of his throat.

"I... needed to tell-tell you something," he stammered, mentally berating himself for being so nervous. He was finally standing in front of you, and surprisingly, he kept his eyes trained on your face.

Your... face.

His heartbeat thrummed in his ears, even as the principal began to announce that they would call up the proms' king and queen. You were so fucking beautiful, the way the soft lights danced across your skin...

He couldn't afford to freeze up this time.

Slowly, you watched as the young man lifted a rough hand to his head, peeling away the sacred black mask from his face. Inch by inch, he was finally laid bare for only you to see, his back turned from the stage where everyone's attention was, effectively blocking your view too.

Your eyes widened slightly, probably confused as to what he was doing. What showing his face to you meant. Those heavenly orbs of yours flickering across his features, drinking in the details. A strong nose and jawline, those familiar somber eyes of his glaring back, his dirty blonde hair was falling awkwardly over his brow. His entire face was flushed red from embarrassment, but he couldn't have looked more sure of himself.

"I... I really-" he trailed off, boldly stepping forward. One of his large arms reaching past your head to cage you against the wall, able to peer down at your lips.

Its not like he couldn't say it- he loved you, more than anything. More than this school. More than himself. More than you could ever fucking comprehend.

König leaned down abruptly, your soft gasp stolen as his lips pressed insistently against yours. He nearly groaned, closing his eyes as he claimed what he had always wanted.

You eventually melted into him. The sudden tension in your body slowly relaxing... and his breath hitched as he felt you place a gentle hand on his chest to steady yourself.

He leaned in closer, effectively forcing your back to press against the cold stones of the gymnasium with another gasp. König took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, hesitantly parting his lips. His tongue meeting yours.

The way you breathed into him, heated with the taste of fruit on your tongue made his pants tighten again. A satisfied groan melting in his throat.

"And our prom King and Queen everyone!" The principal announced with a flourish, the spotlights of the stage suddenly centered on the most popular couple in the school.

This couldn't have been more perfect.

You nearly broke the kiss when König pushed his body flush against yours. His dark desire for the things he could never have suddenly bursting like a dam in his mind.

This was perfect.

He kept you pinned against the wall between his body, the cheers of the class roaring to life over the music for the voted prom 'royalty' who gushed and shared their own kiss on stage. The gymnasium suddenly filled with a blinding wave of silver and gold confetti.

At that moment, König's hand skidded across the wall, seeking the fire alarm switch. Flicking it on with one decisive motion.

Blood shot out from the sprinklers overhead, coating the entire dancefloor with slippery gore. Young men and woman alike screamed as the sirens blared over the music. The light from the disco ball fading as prom king and queen (and all their followers) were pelted in a rainstorm of warm blood.

You couldn't see what was happening around you. The young man in front of you effectively keeping you in place, keeping the horrors at bay, his icy blue eyes solely on you.

Blood dripped from his back, rolling down the sides of his face, painting a menacing picture as he grinned like a maniac... enjoying the sounds of people screaming-drowning in it and slipping over themselves to flee in their moment of panic.

"Götter..." he muttered, the crimson spraying lightly over your face before König blocked it again, "I love you, mien liebling," he finally confessed.

[captain-hawks]

THE LINE BETWEEN LUST & CONTEMPT

♡ — kento nanami x f!reader

As you glance down at the skimpy, khaki skirt and blue shirt that’s missing far too many buttons on the top end, topped off with a silky, patterned yellow tie and heels that may actually kill you, you find yourself wondering again who in their right mind let Gojo pitch Secret Santa-style costumes for the Halloween party.

18+ ONLY

wc — 5.5k

content — enemies to lovers speed run, protective Nanami, soft dom!Nanami vibes, "fucking it out", gagged with a tie, oral fixation, spit kink, spitting in mouth, fingering, squirting, handjob, choking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, washing machine sex, wall sex, praise kink, Nanami’s big dick

— AKA what if nobody went to Shibuya and everyone went to a Halloween party instead?

╰┈➤ kinktober masterlist

“You’re joking, right?”

There’s a familiar chuckle that rings out over the phone, one that often signifies nothing good is to come when you’re on the receiving end of it. 

“Does everything fit?” Gojo asks coyly, as if he’s incapable of hearing the thinly-veiled threat in your prior question. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

You glare at your phone where it’s perched atop your dresser before returning your gaze to the mirror in front of you, readjusting the blue button down shirt once again in an attempt to keep your chest at least modestly covered—it’s a lost cause. 

“Well, this shirt’s somehow missing half the buttons from the top,” you respond dryly, moving on to fix the silky, yellow tie with black spots that’s secured loosely around your neck. 

This is a disaster waiting to happen. 

“And?”

“And my ass is basically hanging out of this skirt,” you continue, roughly tugging the khaki-coloured material down in vain, as if that will persuade it to extend past its otherwise permanent resting place against your very upper thighs.

“I really don’t see what the problem is.”

Kicking at the precariously tall pair of heels sitting on the floor waiting to wreck your feet, you grumble, “I can’t even walk in heels.”

“Shoko’s house is small. You’ll be fine.”

You walk over to your bed, eyeing the gift bag that Gojo had left sitting on your desk at the school earlier this morning. Something still remains neatly placed at the bottom—a lacy, red lingerie set.

“Should I ask why you bought me lingerie, too? I don’t see how that’s part of the costume. Unless Nanami likes wearing thongs on his days off.”

There’s that fucking chuckle again.

“Nanami-kun loves the color red, don’t you know?”

An unwelcome flash of heat flares white-hot in your gut at the implication behind his words, and you’re mortified. “You’re aware we hate each other, right? Have you been living under a rock? He’ll probably turn around and leave as soon as he walks in and sees me wearing this.”

Gojo’s chuckle turns into an outright laugh, and you can practically hear him shoving his stupid blindfold up to wipe away the tears of amusement prickling at the corners of his ridiculously blue eyes.

“Hate? Yeah, sure. Alright.”

Asshole.

You hang up on him. 

–

You had the (dis)pleasure of becoming acquainted with Kento Nanami just over a year ago, shortly after Gojo roped him back into the world of jujutsu sorcery, despite his best efforts to avoid it during his stint as a salaryman. Given that Jujutsu High isn’t exactly brimming with a large roster of full-fledged sorcerers, the two of you have—naturally—been paired up on your fair share of cases.

To say that you don’t work well together is an understatement. 

Nanami’s straightforward and calculated way of operating in the field is a direct contrast to your fast and loose approach, one that relies heavily on acting on your feelings in the heat of the moment, rather than calculating precise, measured ratios that guarantee a critical hit.

You’re too reckless.

Too emotional.

Too spontaneous.

Too sentimental. 

You grate on him much in the way Gojo does, but whereas there are years of friendship that give Nanami the patience to put up with the strongest sorcerer’s antics, he has no reason to extend that same courtesy to you. 

Needless to say, he’d outright balked when Gojo happily announced that you were a grade 1 sorcerer as well, something that never fails to ruffle his feathers as he watches you flirt with dangerous situations time and time again just for the thrill of it, saving your finishing blow of cursed energy for the last possible moment.

“I can’t work with someone who’s actively trying to get themselves killed,” you’d overheard him snapping at Gojo after your second mission together. “She’s worse than you.”

“She always gets the job done, doesn’t she?”

“At the cost of my sanity, I can’t say it’s worth it.”

Admittedly, you may or may not exacerbate the issue on occasion, exaggerating the aforementioned behavior that you know gets on his nerves just to further get a rise out of him in your attempts to try and dislodge the perpetual stick that’s lodged up his ass. 

–

When Shoko opens the door to her apartment later that evening, the sounds of music and laughter spilling out onto her front step, she takes one look at your costume, eyes wide, and laughs, “Oh, Nanami is going to love this.”

You exhale dramatically through your nose, though the exasperated gesture is thrown off by the way you then proceed to shiver, your meager outfit doing little to protect you from the crisp October air. “Tell me again why we didn’t veto Gojo’s Secret Santa Halloween?”

She shrugs, stepping aside to let you in as she offers you a knowing glance. “I seem to remember you saying how fun it would be to surprise each other with costumes.”

“That was before he picked my name,” you lament, glancing down at the outfit that you’ve now begun to refer to as The Slutty Salaryman. 

“Guess I’m lucky you picked me, then,” she winks, waving a hand to show off the far more modest and fun rendition of Principal Yaga that you’d put together for her, complete with a faux cursed corpse seated on her shoulder with large googly eyes glued to its little bear face. “If it makes you feel any better, someone with a sense of humor clearly got Gojo.”

Careful not to trip and fall to your death in the heels as you head through the entryway to the party beyond, which is bustling with a mixture of familiar faces and strangers alike, you scan the room for a tall head of white hair. True to Shoko’s words, you’re not at all disappointed when you catch sight of Gojo dressed as Gakuganji, looking completely ridiculous with fake facial hair, crudely drawn makeup to add decades to his appearance, and loose-fitting pants that are amusingly unflattering on his lean frame. 

It’s not quite revenge, but it’ll do.

–

Two hours pass without a sign of the man you’re dressed as, and for a moment, you’re relieved at the thought that perhaps you’re off the hook. Every little smug, knowing grin Gojo’s been tossing your way will have been for naught. 

But perhaps just to spite you, the front door swings open the moment you take a celebratory swig from the glass of wine in your hands, leaving Shoko to pound on your back while you start choking on the liquid at the goddamn sight standing before you.

Nanami’s dressed as Gojo.

Sort of.

His blonde hair can’t quite disobey the laws of gravity like the other sorcerer’s stark white locks, so it hangs soft and loose over the white blindfold on his face, which is lifted just enough over one eye so he can actually see. Rather than don Gojo’s typical uniform, Nanami’s in an all-black suit (save for the tie he never goes anywhere without), the well-fitting material leaving little to the imagination as it snugly hugs his muscled arms and thick thighs. 

You’re too distracted to respond to the way Shoko’s snickering in your ear, and when Nanami turns around to talk to someone—thus offering you a view of the outfit from behind—you choke again. 

Naturally, you spend the next hour doing everything in your power to avoid Nanami for reasons you’re not quite ready to examine, utilizing an excessive amount of mental gymnastics to justify the way you keep dipping out of conversations every time you catch a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of your eye. The confusing mixture of feelings you’re experiencing has sent your fight-or-flight response into overdrive. 

Your concerted efforts take a nosedive when a far-too-observant Gojo manages to wrangle the two of you into a conversation before you can find an excuse to be somewhere else. It’s disastrous at best, Nanami offering a blunt, disinterested list of every poor decision he felt that you made when Gojo asks how your joint assignment the other day went. 

And just when you’re about to lay into Nanami about how difficult he made that mission, Shoko grabs you by the hip, resting her head on your shoulder with a smile as she turns to him and asks in a calculating tone, “Nanami-kun, doesn’t her costume look great?” 

He glances at you with a gaze full of disinterest before turning to Gojo with an unimpressed look. “I’d never wear such a cheap tie.”

Nanami walks away to get another drink before you can think of a good comeback, though admittedly, the tie is a terrible knock off.

—

“Shit, sorry!”

Cold beer splashes across your chest and soaks the front of your shirt as a man trips and stumbles in your direction, and you groan in annoyance at the feeling of the sticky liquid dripping down your skin. Despite the fact that you wave him off, heading toward the kitchen in search of paper towels, he follows you, spilling out a string of apologies as he himself scrambles for a pile of napkins. 

It’s an awkward shuffle of you trying to clean your chest off without flashing him and the man getting entirely too close as he awkwardly makes an attempt to dab your shirt dry. To your relief, he doesn’t make it that far, the fingers now wrapped around his wrist halting his arm midair. 

“She’s fine.”

Nanami.

The blindfold is long gone, leaving behind the rare sight of him with no glasses and soft, tousled hair. Internally, you scramble to rustle up the familiar feeling of annoyance that always weighs heavily in your gut at the sight of him. Instead, it’s all you can do to try and keep the hitch in your breath inaudible as you feel your stupid heart trip over itself. 

“I’m just—”

“Do you need his help?” Nanami interrupts the man’s slightly slurred words, directing his steely gaze to you. 

For all of the endless comebacks you can normally conjure up to hurl back at him between one breath and the next, you’re temporarily rendered speechless in confusion as to why he’s helping you. So instead, you just shake your head. 

“She doesn’t need your help,” he repeats, nothing friendly in the way he says it. 

The man apologizes again as he drops your arm and scurries from the kitchen, and you turn away from Nanami, leaning against the counter as you attempt to catch your breath and school your expression into something that doesn’t scream, “Why the fuck was that so hot?”

“Are you alright?” he asks carefully, the tinge of concern in his voice sinking into your bones. 

Hand coming up short from the now-empty paper towel roll, you let out a sound of frustration, though it’s moreso due to the infuriating way your body’s been reacting all night to a man you normally can’t even be in the same room with without arguing about something. 

“Like you said, I’m fine,” you tell him sarcastically, spinning around and pushing past him to grab napkins from the table instead. When all else fails, deflect. 

Unfortunately, spinning in heels is arguably one of your worst decisions of the evening, because you instantly lose your balance on the smooth tile floor. When you try to right yourself mid-step, the room tilts as the heel on one shoe cracks under the pressure. Your hands fly up to break your inevitable fall, but it never comes, a pair of arms wrapping firmly around your body and catching you.

Body momentarily on an angle as Nanami holds you against his warm, solid frame, you look up at him with a dumbfounded expression. If he did this in the field, you’d have jumped out of his hold with a snarky remark about not needing his help. 

But right now?

Right now, you don’t know what you want. 

He stares down at you, nonplussed. “You can’t walk in heels,” he observes.

You blink.

“I can’t walk in heels,” you concede, for once not brimming with the fire to argue. 

“And you’re still dripping wet.”

Nanami lifts you back into a standing position, napkins clutched in one hand as he stands on your side with the broken heel and wraps an arm around your waist, helping you to walk. You desperately try to ignore the way it feels to be tucked against him. 

You hate him. 

Right?

He has you facing the short hallway that you know leads to Shoko’s laundry room instead of the living room. “Should I ask where you’re taking me?”

He looks at you, sighing and shaking his head as he walks you toward another door, flicking on the light before he suddenly hoists you up without warning. You yelp at the feeling of something cold touching the backs of your thighs, short skirt and thin tights doing nothing to protect you from the metal surface you’re now sitting on. Glancing down, you realize he’s put you on top of the washer. 

“Here,” he unceremoniously drops the pile of napkins into your lap. “I thought you might want to clean yourself up somewhere more private, given that you seem to be missing most of the buttons on your shirt.”

Is that fucking sarcasm in his voice?

He waves his hand in the direction of the damp blue button down, as if it’s not meant to be an imitation of his trademark outfit. 

“And what are you going to d—”

You’re cut off by your own gasp at the feeling of Nanami’s hand wrapping around your ankle, the gentleness of the gesture a stark contrast to the way he’d nearly manhandled the stranger in the kitchen. He raises an eyebrow, holding up the broken-off heel in his other hand. 

“Can’t have you limping around Shoko’s house the rest of the night, can we? That’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

You can’t bring yourself to argue, too mesmerized by the way he drags a hand through his blonde hair to push it out of his face, the stubborn locks fighting their way back across his forehead as his brows furrow together in concentration.

You want to card your own hands through it, to see what kind of expression his face will morph into. 

No. 

“I think they’re a lost cause,” you sigh, leaning forward to take them off and admit defeat. You’re sure Shoko has a pair of slippers somewhere. 

You get a face full of Nanami’s hair instead as he beats you to the punch, his long, deft fingers making surprisingly quick work of the tiny buckles as you try not to make it too obvious that you’re now purposely inhaling the scent of his shampoo for whatever fucking reason has compelled your traitorous body to do so. 

This entire night is a write off at this point.

Head elsewhere, you belatedly realize that your legs are spread far too wide for the microscopic length of your skirt, which may be why Nanami’s gaze has remained dutifully trained on your feet, rather than the bright red thong you know is staring him in the face. You try not to make it too obvious as you inch your thighs back together. 

Putting your shoes on top of the dryer, Nanami goes to leave, turning his head to the side once he’s facing the door, “Do you want me to get Shoko?”

You should say yes. 

You should say yes and watch him go back out to the party, letting the door swing shut on this strange, baffling detour in your contemptuous, stormy relationship. 

You’ll go home and sleep off the tightening of your throat and the pressure in your chest, these hazy, confusing feelings sure to fade in the night, long gone after sunrise like the evaporation of morning dew.

But you’ve never been one to make things easy for yourself.   

“So that’s it?”

Nanami turns around fully, eyes meeting yours. “What do you mean?” he asks carefully.

“You’re just going to go back out to the party?” You’re not sure why you’re pushing him.

He takes two slow steps back toward you, hip brushing against your knee when he comes to a stop. “Are you incapable of getting off of the washer without hurting yourself, too?”

There’s an unfamiliar, teasing lilt to the way he says it, and you shift in place, blood prickling hot beneath your skin. What’s wrong with you tonight?

“You really have nothing to say about my costume?” The words are out of your mouth faster than you can take back the idle thought that’s been nagging you since he walked in the door. 

Since you caught him looking at you from across the room several times after his initial biting remark about the tie, his expression unreadable. 

Nanami scoffs quietly, the scent of his cologne licking its way up your nostrils as he leans one hand atop the washer, just beside your thigh. Veins bulge against his forearm, and you find yourself wondering when he rolled his sleeves up. 

Electricity shoots down your spine as a caress of hot breath tickles the shell of your ear. “What do you want me to say?”

You stare straight ahead, not turning to face him. “How much you hate it.” 

The air in the small room is thick with the tension that hangs heavily in the scant space between your bodies. Nanami’s quiet for a moment. 

“I do hate it.”

Why do you feel so disappointed by the response you knew you’d get?

Then, his dress shoes scuff against the floor, his right hand coming to rest on your other side as he slides over and cages you in entirely. 

“I hate how badly it makes me want to fuck you,” he breathes out. 

Suddenly, you feel far too hot and dizzy to be perched atop Shoko’s washer. “What?”

He chuckles darkly. “Don’t act stupid, princess.”

The air feels like it’s rattling in your chest as you inhale, your increased intake of oxygen doing nothing to clear your clouded brain. “You hate me,” you say dumbly.

His thumb twitches, brushing against the outside of your thigh where there’s a small run in your sheer stockings. The contact is so minimal, you barely feel it, but it leaves a burning hot brand echoing through your nervous system all the same.

Despite the fact that he has you caged atop the washing machine, he’s barely touching you, his body arched just enough to avoid the idle sway of your legs. His tie dangles in the space between your bodies, and you have to fight the urge to wrap your fingers around it and tug.

Nanami stares at you, an odd expression on his face. “I hate the way you make me feel,” he corrects you. 

Oh.

“But you—”

“You’re reckless.”

“I’m—”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Well—”

“You’re too fucking smart to be risking your life in jujutsu sorcery.”

“You’re one to tal—”

“Too talented—”

“Well that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever—”

“—you have no regard for your own life in the field.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“You infuriate me to no end—”

“Are you hitting on me or trying to hurt my feelings I really can’t te—”

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he rasps, chest heaving.

You stare at him, blinking slowly. “The feeling’s mutual.”

He runs his tongue over his lower lip. “I can’t stand it.”

You can hardly hear the sounds of the party anymore.

“Then do something about it.”

Nanami’s lips come crashing into yours, and every flickering ember in your body flares to life. 

There’s a dizzying precision to the way Nanami kisses, mouth claiming yours so thoroughly that a moan crawls its way up your throat before he’s even begun to skirt the seam of your lips with his tongue. Your lips part for him, and he deepens the kiss, one hand cupping the back of your head as his tongue slides over yours. 

He explores your mouth like he wants to devour you, and you let him, already dangerously addicted to the taste of his saliva mixing with your own, keening when he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. 

His hand drifts from your thigh to your shirt, and he grunts as he feels the still-damp material. Without hesitation, you begin to undo the few buttons Gojo hadn’t torn off before giving it to you, overcome with the need to feel the pressure of Nanami’s large, callused hands against your bare skin. He slips the loose tie over your head as you toss the soiled shirt aside, a groan escaping his mouth when he finally takes in the unhindered sight of your bright red bra.

While the straps are lace, the cups are thin and sheer, leaving your peaked nipples on display. You almost hadn’t worn it after realizing how little it left to the imagination.

But now, seeing the way Nanami’s jaw ticks as he stares down at you, fingers twitching where they’re resting against the tops of your thighs, you don’t regret it one bit. 

Your breasts feel heavy and tender under his rapt attention, and the coil nestled in your gut tightens. 

Nanami looks like he’s holding himself back, and you feel a surge of arousal drip between your legs as you watch him teeter at the knife’s edge of his restraint. 

“You don’t need to be gentle with me,” you tell him, overcome with the need to feel exactly what it is that he wants to do to you.  

He cradles the side of your face, fingers curling behind your ear as he slots his mouth against yours. The kiss is thorough but brief, and soon he’s dragging his lips along the curve of your jaw, mouth blazing a trail down the side of your neck, tongue exploring the dip of your collarbone.

While you know where he’s headed, your entire body still arches hard into him when he finally cups your breasts with both hands, leaning in to wetly mouth at one of them through the material of your bra. He licks and sucks, the sensation making you tremble, and you throw your head back and moan, one leg hooking around his waist to pull him in as you scoot closer to the edge of the washer. 

You’re about to take off your bra, but Nanami beats you to the punch, fingers easily flicking open the hooks and allowing your supple breasts to spill out before him. He dives back in, groaning as his lips close around your bare nipple, tongue dancing along the sensitive skin that surrounds the hard bud. His mouth is hot, and slick saliva coats your breasts as he goes back and forth between the two, kneading and sucking. 

With both of your legs now wrapped around his waist in the haze of your arousal, you inadvertently begin to rock into him, your short skirt hiked up around your hips and rendered useless. You moan at the feeling of the sizeable shaft that presses hard into the heat between your legs, his erection straining against the zipper of his slacks. Nanami groans as you start shamelessly dry humping him, and your panties dampen further at the feeling of the sound vibrating against your tits. He gazes one of your nipples with his teeth, teasing it a final time before he straightens, hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

Nanami stares at you intently, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, eyes tracking the way your pupils dilate in turn. He does it again, and your tongue darts out, grazing the tip. Tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, he presses the tip of his thumb just past the entrance of your lips, eyes darkening as he watches how easily you welcome the intrusion. He drags his thumb down the side of your chin, pulling down your lower lip with his pointer finger, and your lips part.

A small, eager thrum flares in your gut as you take his finger into your mouth, tongue wrapping around it as you coat it with saliva. Your panties are slick with arousal as you continue to chase the friction of his cock, moaning when he puts another finger in your mouth. You begin to bob your head on the digits, sucking on them so eagerly that you can’t bring yourself to care about the drool sliding from the corner of your mouth.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, wiping off the stray saliva with his other thumb and licking his finger clean. 

He’s said the same thing time and time again before, but it’s far more preferable in this context. 

You whimper in relief when he finally slides that hand down your body, bringing it to rest at the apex of your thighs. The sound is muffled by the fingers still shoved in your mouth, and a sound of amusement rumbles in his chest as he watches you desperately keen and writhe for him. 

He drags a finger down the length of your wet pussy, though the contact is muted by your stockings. You begin to shift your hips, a plea for him to tear them off of you, but his impatience wins out as he outright tears them open to gain access to the plush, dripping warmth of your cunt. 

“More red,” he murmurs in approval, running his fingers over the matching sheer material that covers your mound, one digit sliding up to firmly tug at the thick, lace waistband that sits high against your hip bones.

“You like red?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

But he surprises you, still. “I like you in red.”

Nanami uses his thumb to push your thong aside, steadily dragging his finger down your soaking wet slit now exposed to him. The digit slides right through your sensitive folds, and he smirks before sliding one long digit knuckle-deep into your tight hole. 

You gasp, toes curling as you buck into his touch, already greedy for more. Greedy to be filled. 

“More,” you pant out as he slowly pumps the finger in and out of your cunt.

“Open for me,” he tells you, voice low and rough.

You don’t hesitate, lips falling open, and your body radiates with tremors of pleasure as Nanami spits directly into your mouth. Swallowing it down, you moan, drunk on the feeling of submission as he slides in another digit and continues fucking you on his fingers.

“Good girl,” he breathes out heavily. “So pretty like this.”

You shudder under the weight of his praise, something unlocking inside of you as you begin to realize maybe you’ve wanted this from him all along. Needed this from him all along. 

“Fuck me, Nanami. Please.”

“Kento,” he corrects you, hair tickling your neck as he leans in, licking and sucking at the junction between your shoulder and neck.

“Fuck me,” you moan, loosening his tie as your fingers trail their way down opening each button of his shirt. “Kento.”

He bites down hard at the sound of his first name on your lips, his gravelly voice like fire against your skin, “Come for me first.”

He picks up his pace, fingers squelching lewdly in your cunt. Your mouth falls open as you try to temper down the loud moans of pleasure you want to give him, aware that all that separates you from the partygoers is the closed door a few feet away. 

Kento roughly spits into your mouth again at the same moment that he brings his free hand between your legs to tease your clit, the fingers buried inside of you curling as he strokes your sensitive, spongey wall. A choked out sob leaves you when you come, and he swallows it down with a messy kiss, meeting your muffled cries of pleasure with his own rough moan as he feels you squirt all over him, clear liquid spraying his shirt and pants.

“Fuck,” he groans, the wavering loss of his composure now evident in his voice as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm on his hand. 

Overcome with the desire to feel the large erection tented painfully at the front of his pants, your fingers fumble with the button and zipper, a sigh of pleasure leaving you when you finally wrap your hands around his long, thick cock. Kento kisses you filthily, moaning into your mouth as you begin pumping his cock, thumb sliding over the precum dripping from the head. 

His large hands grasp your thighs, pulling you as close to the edge of the washer as possible. Kento wraps his own hand around his dick, firmly dragging the head down your creamy slit. You rock forward, chest heaving, muscles clenched tight with desire and need, only to be met with a sharp burst of pleasure as he slaps his cock heavily against your pussy. You whimper for him.

Placing a finger over your lips, which have been far from quiet throughout this ordeal, Kento goes to grab the tie left discarded beside you. However, after his fingers close around the material, he raises a brow and shakes his head, letting it drop to the floor as he begins to loosen his own tie instead.

You make no effort to hide the shameless need on your face as he smirks at you, shaking his head before wrapping the tie around your mouth and gagging you with it. 

“I like seeing you desperate,” he murmurs against your ear, before finally sheathing his thick cock inside of you.

His dick is so big, your tight pussy throbs from the stretch while he splits you open, flooding your body with an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Suit jacket already discarded somewhere along the way, your fingers tug off his unbuttoned dress shirt, leaving your hands free to explore the firm expanse of his abdomen.

The washing machine begins to shake loudly with each thrust, and Kento grunts, arms wrapping tightly around you as he lifts you, choosing to fuck you up against the wall instead. The continuous push and drag of his fat cock through your slick channel leaves your mind begging for more.

Your lewd moans are quiet and muffled against the gag, but he can still hear it when you beg, “Harder.”

He obliges, the shelf leaning against the wall beside you trembling ever so slightly when he begins to roughly thrust in and out of your cunt. His cock relentless plunges in to the hilt, your pussy greedily taking every long, thick inch as he fucks you deep. One of his hands runs down the side of your neck, and you find yourself leaning into the pressure, whimpering against the wet material blocking your mouth.

“Should have known you’d like this,” he rasps, hand sliding to the front of your throat as he tightens his grip and starts to choke you. “Now come on my cock.”

The pleasure that erupts inside of you swipes every remaining bit of air from your lungs, a choked out sob crawling its way up your throat as you tremble and shake in Kento’s steady grip, cunt squelching wetly around his dick. 

He looks down between your bodies, the sight of the creamy ring you’ve left around the base of his shaft drawing a rough, aroused noise of appreciation from him. 

Kento goes to pull out, but you shake your head, a small whine slipping past the tie, and he groans heavily, forehead falling against yours as he slams his cock back in to the hilt. It only takes a few strokes before he’s coming, too, shaft pulsing and throbbing within the tight grip of your slick cunt as he dumps rope after rope of hot cum inside of you, filling you to the brim. 

When you’re finished, Kento sets you down carefully, his fingers tender as he undoes the gag and leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, tongue swiping along your lower lip.

“Are you alright?” He asks, thumb stroking your neck.

You don’t answer him for a beat, and his mouth curls downward in concern, meeting your gaze only to find the deceivingly innocent pout of your lips.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already?” you say. 

You should be exhausted from how thoroughly he just fucked you, but instead, you’re already thinking about feeling the thick stretch of his cock inside of you again, and your cunt flutters and aches with a need that’s yet to be sated.

Kento laughs, the sound deep and rich, and you think you could get used to hearing it.

He pulls up your underwear, along with your now-ruined tights, lowering himself down on one knee before you as he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your cunt while his thick, sticky cum begins to soak into your panties. You exhale shakily, already far too close to undone just from the sight before you alone, and he smirks, standing back up.

Kento takes your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, teasing your bottom lip. “We’re not done, we’re just going to go somewhere where I don’t need to cover your pretty lips next time.”

— likes, comments, &/or reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Microfic for @wolfstarmicrofic written with the prompt ‘ardent’

Word count: 684

(split this in two halves, second half coming out tmrw)

EDIT: second half here

“Mm I’ve come to an important conclusion. I’m completely irresistible.”

Sirius proudly announced with a grin. They were all sat in the common room, Sirius leaning against James on the sofa. Remus was sat in the arm chair next to him, on his other side Lily, Mary and Peter were taking up the other sofa.

Peter and Lily looked at each other comically before turning and raising their eyebrows at him.

“Sorry yeah, I’m irresistible to everyone that experiences attraction to men.”

Mary laughed then.

“Sure you are.”

Sirius huffed out angrily.

“I am! I’ll prove it to you.”

“Oh please, been there done that. I’m just saying irresistible to everyone who feels attraction to men might be a stretch.”

Sirius whipped his head round to James.

“Tell her she’s wrong.”

“Of course she’s wrong, if I didn’t have an amazing and super hot boyfriend already I’d definitely be a Sirius Black groupie full time.”

“You basically already are.”

Remus chuckled, gesturing at the array of multicoloured hair bands James had around his wrist for Sirius to tie his hair up with at every given moment because Sirius never remembered to bring any. James was an ardent Sirius Black supporter.

That’s when Remus knew he’d made a mistake, the moment Sirius’ eyes landed on him they sparkled mischievously.

“Moony you’re perfect!”

“Huh?”

“I’ll prove it by getting you to kiss me. One month, if Moony hasn’t kissed me by the end of the month I’ll- I’ll cut my hair short! I bet you.”

Everyone gasped. Sirius’ hair was- well- it was Sirius’ hair. 

They were all a bit drunk, Remus had thought it would pass. He’d be fine. The urge to kiss Sirius senseless was something he’d learnt to control early. Remus. would. be. fine.

•••

Remus wasn’t fine. It hadn’t passed at all, in fact it seemed to grow every day. And Sirius was good at it, bloody good at it all. Remus was lanky and awkward, he didn’t flirt. Sirius did though, really fucking well. It had begun with small touches to his arm as Sirius let out little laughs and squinted smiles, hands lingering just a bit longer than it ought to, trailing down to his own hand before dropping away. 

Then it was Sirius wearing Remus’ jumper that was far too big for him, practically swallowing him up as he leaned forward, against Remus as they watched television. A little contented hum as he dropped his head onto Remus’ shoulder and nestled his head against his neck.

Then Sirius started getting bored of subtly.

•••

“Moooony.”

Sirius smiled lazily as Remus entered the dorm room, eyes twinkling.

He was dressed in a white tank top, far too tightly fitted for Remus’ sanity. His leather jacket was discarded next to him on the bed where he was sat cross legged in little faded black denim shorts. 

“Help me braid my hair, would you? It’s sooo hot today, for once in like the entirety of English history. I can’t have it against my neck.”

Remus nodded and Sirius flashed him another cheeky grin. They were both well aware it was only 20°C. Well aware Sirius could braid his own hair. Well aware that whenever he was hot he actually put it up in haphazard top knots, not braids. Still Remus walked towards Sirius, sitting himself down gingerly next to him. 

He gathered Sirius’ thick black hair at the nape of his neck, trying to ignore the jolt of electricity when his fingers brushed against warm ivory skin, trying to ignore the little sigh Sirius gave at the touch, trying to ignore how soft the glossy black hair was and how badly he wanted to just run his hands through it. He braided it quickly. It wasn’t very good, he knew. Remus was pretty shit at hairstyles honestly. It didn’t stop Sirius from biting his lip, gaze slipping to Remus’ lips as he thanked him. Leaning close and whispering so Remus could feel the warm breath against his face.

“Moony you’re just the best.”

As soon as he could, Remus fucking fled the room.

[elizais]

hi! can you do a little something like if dazai and reader knew each other in the PM and stay together and go to the agency? not like a fic thing more like a short little thing of all of the ada together! if not don't worry x

of course!! i love requests 🩷🩷

"remember this one?"

osamu dazai x fem!reader established relationship, reader was in PM with dazai, fluff warnings: ??

everyone knew of you and dazai both being from the port mafia, it was rarely brought up anymore. the agency enjoyed having a big group hang out every few weeks at someone's place, nothing over the top but it usually ended up in a couple of arguments over a board game. (monopoly ended up being banned for a year after kunikida and dazai got into a screaming match at yosano's place.)

and tonight, it was yours and osamu's turn to host. at some point during the work day, ranpo suggested unsolved cases online. nothing serious, just thefts. and that was the plan!

everyone was turning up in casual clothes, kunikida being the first to arrive. osamu greeting him at the door of a home he had certainly not expected to belong to dazai. how you two were together was also a mystery to the man. how you could put up with him? nobody knew.

when kunikida was admiring the interior, osamu read his mind and answered his unspoken question with, "when you are an executive in the mafia you get good savings, kunikida-kun!" he smiled.

"where is y/n?" kunikida asked dazai as he was getting kunikida a drink. "she's gone to grab ranpo, and to approve of whatever cases he wanted to solve. to make sure he doesn't get too out of hand for a relaxed evening."

kunikida and dazai simply watched tv as they waited for everyone else, dazai trying to gossip but kunikida shutting him down immediately. you and the others all walked in with a box in hand with the cases. the only person who couldn't make it being fukuzawa as he was meeting with a friend.

"osamu? can you get everyone drinks please?" you asked as he and kunikida walked towards you and your group. "of course, bella!" he smiled before asking everyone what they wanted and grabbing the snacks.

everyone made themselves at home as you and atsushi chose a case, a comfortable silence between the two of you as you flicked through the large thefts that were forgotten about years ago. "how is this one, y/n?" atsushi spoke as he shown you some papers conjoined with a paperclip. the summary being two unknown teens stealing miscellaneous objects from an office. roughly amounting to $2000 in damages.

not looking over it too thoroughly, "looks good!" you spoke as everyone else filtered into the living space.

although ranpo was the one who suggested it, he knew it would be you and him gossiping whilst everyone else racked their brains over why they would have done it. and that was just what had happened!

everyone else was trying to figure out who and why as it just seemed weird to steal stationary and other random items!

you and ranpo were sat on one of the couches talking as everyone else was sat in a circle on the floor in front of you with paperwork being passed around.

"so.. did you hear about-" ranpo begun, trying to gossip about the cafe's workers drama before getting cut off by osamu tapping you on the knee from where he sat on the floor with the others cross legged.

" 'donna! remember this??" he shown you the photo caught on cctv that was incredibly blurry whilst giggling. squinting, you took the piece of paper before letting out an "ohh! yeah, of course i do!" quiet enough so only osamu and ranpo would hear.

the photo showing an approximately 15 year old boy dressed in a suit with bandages over his eye, black dress pants with a white shirt and a black tie. next to him, a young girl close in age who was smiling and wearing a long black coat too big for her and also formally dressed, carrying a bunch of staplers.

ranpo didn't tell the rest of the group and neither did you two, laughing quietly as they got incredibly frustrated with how it seemed that the thieves done it just to confuse people (which is exactly why you both done it).

would you ever tell people that you both done these thefts as teens whenever you were bored? maybe. but tonight while everyone was stumped? not a chance.

a/n! the poll for bf!chuuya has been written but is in my drafts for tomorrow for those who voted for him. i will do more polls in the future but school has started again and homework/sports are heavy rn !!

reblogs are appreciated and covered in glitter

[v1xyboy9]

4Me 4Me - Matt sturniolo

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Summary: completely ghosting your ex boyfriend definitely helped you get over him…right ??

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI !!!, use of alcohol, weed, and nicotine, language, tiny bit of smut, switch!matt x Switch!reader, uses of pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, pretty girl), not proof read, lmk if I missed anything

Word count: 5.8k

You and Matt dated for a year and ended up on bad terms due to your jealous toxic behavior and Matt’s possessiveness. For the first 2 months of the break up yall stayed in contact and still acted like a couple until you got a fucking grip and completely ghosted him on the 3rd month. You started going out a lot more and making new friends even flirted with a couple guys but nothing was truly helping that bit of emptiness that you still felt without Matt.

It’s now been 10 months since you and Matt broke up and 8 months since you’ve completely cut contact. You stopped going out as much you really just focusing on yourself and fixing your bad behaviors making yourself a bit cold and distant with everyone in your life, your friend even calling you “heartless” at one point. And maybe also you know tattoo therapy….

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Tara invited me to her party that’s tonight and of course I said yes, it’s been a while since I’ve seen her or even went to a party period.

Its was currently 8pm and I’m contemplating going now that I’ve been staring at myself in the mirror or a bit to long

“Yeah no I can’t wear a dress”

Everything about it was just unflattering and too feminine I change into some baggy dark wash jeans with one of those black rave star halter tops that literally only covers your boobs and the rest of it is straight up string

I accessories with a black BEBE belt , black and white tie dye beanie, studded cuff bracelets, and to finish off the look some black and white DC shoes. I also make sure to lift my thong a tad bit so you could see it poking out of my waistband

“Okay now I feel better”

I definitely started dressing less fem and more masc over these couple months but honestly it’s a nice change I personally think it’s made my style better

I check the time it’s 8:30pm and my Uber should be here in 5 minutes. I grab my phone, my vape, my penjamin, and my house keys. Lock the door and happily go outside and get in my Uber

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Pulling up to Tara’s party you got a bit of a qweezie feeling in your stomach but just brush it off texting Tara letting her know your here and step out of the car thanking the Uber then head inside.

It was loud and surprisingly dark you try to look around and see if you recognized anyone…..JAKE ! It was always easy to spot him due to his height. You head in the direction of Jake but also looking around to see if you know anyone else, you see Tana in the distance with her bf, Johnnie awkwardly standing next to Sam while he talks to Colby. It was nice to see your friends again you couldn’t lie you missed being out like this.

You finally get to Jake lightly tugging on his jacket for him to notice you, Jake looks down in confusion but breaks into a smile once he sees you

“Y/NNNNN nice to see that you escaped prison” he chuckles and embraces you into a hug

“Please don’t make me seem like a criminal Infront of people that don’t know me” chuckles “but thank you I really have Tara to thank though, speaking of her where is she ?”

“I actually do not know but maybe the bar knowing her”

Chuckles “yeah you’re right”

You turn in the direction of the bar and sure enough you see her tiny self

“God damn y/n how many tattoos did you get within these past couple months, your more covered than me”

You look around confused for a second then realized you never posted about your tattoos when you got them

“Oh shit right dude honestly um I thinkkkk twenty, cause I have 28 in total right now and when we meet I only had 8”

“Your crazy”

“Says you you also have a fuck ton of tattoos”

“Yeah but mine are small patch work you’res is like HUGE”

“If you think any of these are huge then you should see my most recent tattoo it goes down my whole leg”

“Your actually insane now go see Tara cause she has something for you”

He lightly pushes the small of your back in the direction of the bar which you moved heading to where Tara is your anxiety spiking for some reason you take a hit of your vape and continue

Tara sees you coming her way and started squealing in excitement and runs to hug you and you hug her back of course

“Ughhh you don’t know how much I’ve missed you you really went all ghost on everyone for so long” she looks you up and down “like look at these tattoos most of these weren’t here a while go” she chuckles “you look so hot though maybeeee might get a guys number you neverrrr know”

You laugh at her teasing blushing a little bit

“Nono I’m really not here for that I just want to have a good time you know that”

“Hehe okay we’ll take a shot with me pleaseeee”

“Just one”

“Three”

“Two”

“Fine two”

“Give me a chaser bro I am not taking these straight”

Tara laughs handing you her Diet Coke “Go first”

I throw back both of the shots then chug down the coke

“Uhhh fuck I hate alcohol so much”

You Take a hit of your vape and pen

“Smoking is also bad for you, you know”

“Yes but I much rather kill my lungs then my liver thank you very much, also Jake said you have something for me what is it”

“Oh yeah um it’s not a gift or anything but more like someone gave me this to give back to you, open your hand”

You give Tara your hand while she places something in it

“Promise me not to get upset”

“I can’t promise anything Tara but I won’t make a big deal out of it”

“Okay”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

She moves her hand, it’s a ring and bracelet…. Matt’s ring and bracelet that I gave him when we first started dating.

“Well that sucks it’s the one thing I wasn’t expecting coming from him, give it back to him they’re his not mine”

“Give it to him yourself y/n it’s been 8 months”

“Yeah I guess right…”

Tara smiles a little

“Okay well let’s not worry about that now let’s have fun”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Nick pov

“MATT YOURE COMING INSIDE”

“NO IM NOT I BROUGHT YOU AND CHRIS HERE NOW GET OUT”

“I’m tired of your depressed self you never have fun, ever since y/n broke up with you, you’ve been MISERABLE and I’m tired of it, it’s been 8 months officially, tighten the fuck up and get over it”

“Matt you even got ready JUST GO IN you act like we’re gonna see y/n, I tell you all the time that women has CHANGED for the better at that. she doesn’t go out anymore she’s a homebody and on her work grind dude”

“I don’t understand why you still talk to her”

“She didn’t want too for the longest but I made her stay my friend cause I didn’t wanna lose a good friend cause of my brothers possessives and his own problem’s”

“She also had things wrong with her”

“NO SHIT MATTTTTTT SHES THE ONE WHO NOTICED THAT AND DECIDED TO END IT”

“Matt come on dude you’ll be with us the whole time”

“I do not wanna go”

“You are not about to miss ANOTHER Tara yummy party now get your ass out of the car, NICK GRAB HIM”

I hop out of car and open the driver door and pull Matt out the car while Chris pushes him out, Matt is extremely pissed off

“OKAY JUST GET THE FUCK OFF ME”He straightens himself out

“Okay we can go inside yall are so annoying”

“Wait Matt where is your ring and bracelet?”

“I guess I just forgot them”

“You fucking idiot”

I could tell he was lying it’s not hard to tell he always wears them and he was fidgeting with his hands way to much

My phone vibrated in my pocket it was from y/n

“Nick are you at Tara’s party ?”

“About to go in why !?”

“Im coming outside”

“WAIT YOURE HERE ?!?!?”

“Um yeah Tara invited me??”

“Stay inside”

“Now why the fuck would you tell me to stay inside?”

I look up from my phone to see y/n coming towards us with a confused look on her face

“Oh fuck”

My eyes dart to the side looking at matt for the second, she turns her head to look at him then tilts her head

“Oh That’s why, well I came to give you Matts bracelet and ring back but since he’s here”

She walks to him and places Matt’s bracelet and ring in his hand

“Next time don’t send someone else to do your dirty work Matthew I know you’re not weak like that”

“Y/n I-“

“You don’t have to explain yourself Matt I don’t need to know, it was good see you three, I’ll be going inside now if you’ll excuse me”

We watched as y/n walked back inside

“Now if I must say y/n has only gotten more attractive, holy fuck even the way she composed herself”

“Chris shut the fuck up” I start “well is that what you wanted Matt”

“Her tattoos…holy fuck”

“Oh my god your not even paying attention”

“I am I am but what the hell why did she only get more attractive and I’ve gotten less”

“Your not ugly your a very handsome boy”

“Yes a very attractive young man”

“Okay yeah but COMPARED TO THAT no dude I just fumbled”

“I mean not really yall where toxic asf nearing the end of it”

“Yeah but she’s changed”

“And you haven’t soooo let’s move on with this conversation and get THE FUCK inside please and thank you”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Y/n pov

I run back inside to find tara and grab her by the arm

“Matt is here I ran into him by accident”

“Girl huh how?”

“Nick told me he was outside so I went to give him Matt’s stuff but he was literally right there I just gave Matt his stuff of course but I spoke to him but I feel like I was super harsh with it”

“Girl breathe… talk to him literally what is the harm it’s been 8 months I’m sure he would understand also it’s not like you like him still”

Bats eyelashes blank stare

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me y/n”

“IM JOKING IM JOKING but I do wanna apologize to him for everything cause it was mostly my fault”

“Okay but wasn’t he like overly possessive”

“Yeah… but I always pushed his boundaries with that shit and was always insecure and made him not have any privacy like I definitely need to apologize to him more than he does to me”

“Instead of telling me that why don’t you just go”

“Heeehhh let me go hotbox the restroom and enjoy my first thennnn I’ll go talk to him later in the night”

“Might as well get another shot in while you’re at it”

“Ugh fineeee just because I know your gonna bother me about it anyways”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Its 10:35pm now your a bit more drunk then you would like and you where also a tad bit high as well.

You feel all sweaty and crammed now kinda wanting to go home now but you still wanna talk to Matt so you go to find him. you stumble apon chris first though he was sitting and talking to colby and his girlfriend Malia

“Hmm chris have you seen matt?”

“I havent actually why”

“I wanna talk to him”

“y/n youre drunk”

“Yes i know chris im not gonna do anything stupid trust”

“Hmm dont know if i should”

“He going into the bathroom right now” colby spoke up

“Hehe thank you colby also Malia you look absolutely gorgeous”

“Thank you y/n” she giggles

“Hmm of course”

You very joyfully head to where that bathrooms are and stand there and wait for matt to come out, getting more nervous you hit your pen

“You waiting for someone beautiful”

You look up and meet eyes with a guy youve never meet before, you look at him confused

“Random flattery wont work on me”“Awe come on you wouldnt dress that way for no reason”

“What are you implying exactly huh”

“You know what i mean look at you” he goes to grab your waist and you back up

“Hm okay well imma give you two options now. 1. Leave and dont bother me again, or 2. Continue to harass me and i make a scene”

“Awe come on a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be threatening no one” he went to brush your hair behind your ear but you slap his hand away

“Try some stupid shit again dawg”

“Awe what you think you all tuff i bet i could bend you over right here and fuck that attude out of you”

You spit in his face “lmao the fuck you think you are”

“YOU BITCH” he pushes you hard against the wall winding you

Just in the blink on an eye you see matt grab the dude by his collar his slam him against the wall “watch your fucking mouth and if see you put your hands on any women again ill wont just slam you against a wall next time, patchetic excuse of a man” matt lets go of the guy looking over at you worried then comes over too you

“Are you okay ?”

“Yeah i didnt feel it tbh im a little to drunk”

“Um can i jus-”

“Wait no dont say anything can we talk outside i really need to talk to you”

“Um yeah lets go to the van”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

You both head outside and get in the van at first it’s just silence between yall until Matt clears his throat so you speak up

“it’s been a while since I’ve sat up here”

“Yeah it’s one think Chris doesn’t have to worry about anymore”

“He must of loved when I stopped coming around huh”

“Only for the part he didn’t have to fight anyone for front seat, he misses messing with you he really sees you as a older sister y/n”

You didn’t even hear him you were too much in your head which lead to word vomit

“I’m sorry for everything, I was a pretty shitty girlfriend I never had trust for you even though you gave me no reason to feel like that I had a lot of mental health issues going on and I pushed everything onto you and it just became more and more toxic cause my jealously and insecurity’s only grew… I truly am sorry for everything”

There was a moment of pure silence which scared you a bit until Matt let out a light chuckle

“I see that you’ve gotten way better at talking about your feelings”

“Yeah it’s called get on anti depressants and getting help”

“Oh shit sorry..”

“Nono oh my god I was joking about the anti depressants, I am on ADHD medications now though” you laugh and how easily he believed you

“You’re an idiot”

“Youre a bigger one”

“Shut up”

“Hey, don’t catch an attitude with me Mister” you grab him by the chin making him look at you then let go

“Okay I’m sorry I take it back, but I do wanna say I still can’t apologize to you about how possessive I was cause well it hasn’t changed, I thought it was cause well I haven’t had any interest in anybody but no… seeing you again especially with other guys it gave the same feeling in the stomach that it did back then as well”

“Matt can I ask you something”

“Yeah of course ?”

“When we were together what was i for you”

He looks at you confused but then just sighs

“Everything. You made everything just feel so perfect nothing was bothersome anymore all my thoughts would leave my head I was just happy… anytime I was away from you all I was waiting for was you to text or call me once you weren’t busy anymore or asleep, everything revolved around you because I wanted it too, you felt like my true safe place… and when you ghosted me it honestly ruined me.

“Matt…”

“I thought it was some kinda sick joke at first but even Nick and Chris couldn’t get through to you.. it felt like my whole world crumbled down. After the first week I got a little better since Nick forced you not to break contact with him and Chris just because of me, I’m pretty sure neither of them told you this but sometime when you would call them they would have the phone on speaker just so I could hear your voice…it was the least they could do they said cause they felt bad”

“I’m sorry Matt I didn’t know it affected you so much…but I do remember on the 4th month of having no contact with you Nick called me at like 3am asking me if I could just get back with you could shut up but I didn’t know what he ment at the time”

He looked confused for a second but then it clicked

“I woke him up one night cause I couldn’t sleep and just complained about how much I missed you”

“You know I unblocked your number on the 4th month right?”

“Huh no what ?!?”

“Yeah I unblocked your number a while ago totally not to see if you would call me or something…but since you didn’t I just assumed you were over it at that point, it lifted a weight off my shoulders but now knowing that wasn’t the case, I’m sorry”

“Hm don’t apologize you didn’t know”

“I still feel bad” you pout

“Wipe that pout off your face you look ridiculous”

“Ugh you’re still so mean when I pout”

“Uh yeah your not a kid don’t baby yourself”

“I don’t even mean too you know that”

He laughs resulting in you taking a hit of your cart and exhale in his face, he waves the smoke out of his face

“Rude”

“YA MOTHER, actually I take that back I love your mom so much”

“She actually asked about you last week well she asked Nick not me”

“Awe did she really?”

“Yeah she asked when you would come to visit her in Boston”

“What yall tell her?”

“Nick told her that he would ask you”

“He never did ask”

“Oh well um when would you wanna go see her and dad?”

“Next time yall take the trip out there I’ll go with yall”

A huge smile plasters across Matts face, he uses his hand to cover his face trying not to seem more happy then he needed to be

“Yeah okay, I’ll let Chris and Nick know and we’ll figure out a week to go”

“Okay perfect, I’m actually kinda excited I haven’t been in forever”

“Does this mean we’re back to being friends?”

“Absolutely” you give him a bright smiles “just make sure to not go back into bad habits, I’ll make Nick go off on you”

“Yeah yeah whatever”

“I’m serious Matthew”

“I promise I won’t go back to my old bad habits”

“Pinky promise”

I hold my pinky out so Matt can interlock his but got distracted by the feeling of the car door opening behind me, it was Chris

“UGHHHAHHHHHH MOVE”

“Chris back now don’t even start”

“She just came back and I already have to sit in the back”

“She’s a women she gets front, go”

“Ughhh”

Chris dramatically closes the door with a big huff then gets in the back with Nick

“Sorryyyyy”

“You’re not sorry you have a full smile on your face”

I couldn’t help but giggle, I missed this to be honest.

“Okay let’s get y/n home and then call it a night huh”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Almost 4 months have passed since the party, you started hanging out with the triples more often even if it was just to sit in there house and do work, Nick wanted you up and out of your house even making you run errands with him and Matt just like yall use to. You were mostly with Nick and sometimes Chris for the first 2 weeks but gradually starting hanging with Matt more often weither it be watching a movie together or just talking about a topic over a meal.

After a month has passed yall started going on night drives together sometimes it wouldnt even be days you were at the house he would just randomly come by your place and tell you to come downstairs. Matt always knew you enjoyed listening to music and driving around at night and it was a nice way to catch up more, matt even opened up a bit more about his insecurities and internal struggles

Now going into a new month the boys planned a trip to Boston to visit their parents and of course you’re going along, you’re currently all packed and waiting for Matt to get to your place your legs bounce with anxiety but also excitement, you haven’t seen there parents in a while

Soon enough Matt texted you that they were here, you quickly headed downstairs seeing the van putting your luggage in the back you could hear Matt screaming at Chris to get in the back, Chris gets out of the front with a huff and gestures at you the get in

“Let’s go passenger princess we don’t have all day we have a flight to catch”

“Chris just shush”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

It’s now 6pm, trip there was nice no difficulties or anything except for Chris trying to scare you while on the plane resulting in Nick and Matt silently yelling at him cause he made you scream super loud by accident. once getting through all the airport security and whatnot yall where finally able to get outside, Nick ordered a Uber for yall while yall waited. You’re still a little tried leaning your head on Matt’s shoulder

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Mhm just still tired, sorry”

“It’s okay, you can take a nap in my room when we get to the house yeah?”

“Can we eat first?”

“Mom knows we’re coming she said she’s making us dinner so you’ll eat don’t worry”

He tucks your hair behind your hair and kisses the top of your head, only recently he started being physically affectionate with you again and your fine with it he knows your boundaries

Soon enough the Uber gets there and yall head to the sturniolo household

Once there the boys head in first and you follow behind them, Mary Lou ignored the boys and engulfed you into a big hug

“Ohh honey how have you been”

“I’ve been good, how have you been?”

“Oh honey you know the same old same old nothing new around here, I’m glad to see you again I thought I wouldn’t see you again after Matt told me yall broke up”

“I thought the same thing to be honest but everything is worked out now, I’m glad to see you again and doing well”

“Same to you”

“Ayeeee look who it is, my daughter in law that’s technically not my daughter in law anymore but still definitely is to me”

You laugh at jimmys comment before he gives you a small squeeze

“It’s nice to see you again sweetheart”

“Same to you”

“Okok whatever y/n isn’t important what about your sons?”

Of course Chris had to speak up, you see Matt rushing back downstairs you didn’t even see him go upstairs

“Your stuff is in my room if you need anything”

“Thank you Matt”

“Mhm of course”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

It’s been 3 days since yall have been in Boston it’s been a lot of family time and catching up, you’ve been sleeping in Matt’s room on his bed while he continues to protest to sleep on the couch in the living room even though youve told him multiple times that its okay for him to sleep with you.

Its currently 8pm on a wednesday evening its just you and matt in the house chilling in the living room. mary lou, jimmy, chris, and nick went out to a small get together with friends. Matt didnt wanna go out which is common, you stayed because well your not from boston and dont know anybody theyre going out with plus you really wanted to catch up on your reading since your behind.

You get up from the couch to stretch

“Imma go take a quick shower”

“You showered yesterday though?’

“Imma just wash my body off not like im washing my hair”

“Hm okay have fun”

“I guess??”

You giggle as you walk away genuinely wondering why he seemed annoyed by you going to take a shower. You clip your hair back then grab some jammies and your hygiene stuff then go to the restroom to take your quick shower. You lied about the the quick shower you actually ended up doing an everything shower minus your hair cause you felt like it, it still wasnt super long only 20 minutes. After drying off you slip on your black lace panties and your junji ito PJ pants over them, tossing on a black spagettii strap not bothering to put a bra on, You also do your skin care then clean up and head back to matts room putting your dirty clothes in the basket you and matt are sharing for the time being.

You grab your headphones, penjamin, reading glasses, and book from your bag then get comfortable on matts bed putting in your headphone and connecting them to your phone choosing your reading playlist, opening your book placing the book mark next to you and put your glasses on, finally taking a blinker cough your lungs out a bit and now ready to get completely immersed in the book.

Its been 20 minutes since you finished showering matt figured you would comeback downstairs once your done but youve been gone for 40 minutes now and it was bothering him so he went upstairs to his room to see you peacefully reading on his bed not even noticing that he walked in, he decided not to bother you and just grabbed clothes so he could go shower as well leaving you be for now until he was done.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

I picked up my phone to check the time its 7:27pm youve been reading for a little over an hour now, you take a quick stretch then sit back down to continue reading

“Damn you still reading?”

“Oh hm?”

I look up from my book and see Matt shirtless with grey sweatpants on and damp hair. I could feel my face heating up

“I came In here earlier and you were reading I figured by the time I finished my shower you would be done, didn’t know you wear glasses though when did that start”

“Oh. Um they’re just reading glasses I’ve had them for a while now but I never really read but now I use them all the time”

“Can you look at me and point your finger up”

Confused but curious I do as he says, he takes a picture and starts laughing

“You’re so cute”

“Oh shut up, let me see”

“I’m being serious”

He walks over to me showing me his phone with a stupid smile on his face

“I look so stupid”

“Erm actually looking ahh”

“SHUT UP”

“I’m kidding I’m kidding, I think you look very beautiful with your glasses”

He places his hand under my chin making me look up at him threw my glasses

“Don’t look at me with those eyes sweetheart”

“Maybe keep your mind out of the gutter, I’m just looking at you Matt”

He chuckles and lets go of my chin

“Well I’m headed back downstairs enjoy the rest of your night”

“Matt for the love of god can you just stay up here with me”

“Naw naw I don’t wanna bother you”

“Matthew Bernard sturniolo please stay with me”

I don’t know why I’m begging, but I just wanted to be with him I wanted it to feel like old times I don’t want him to put that space between us anymore, I just want him again.

“Are you sure?”

“Matt I swear to god-“

“Okok I get it I’ll stay”

“Okay, I’m almost done with with book though so give me like 5 minutes”

The moment I pick up my book he takes it from my hand and places it in a higher spot where I can’t reach

“You’re done reading cause I’m bored and cause I said so”

“Fine”

I take off my glasses as Matt crawled into bed with me, cuddling closer to him he wraps his arm around me and plays with my hair

“What’s going on sweetheart, what’s going through your head”

“Nothing why do you think that ?”

“Well it’s just that this is the first time we’ve done this In a long time so you know”

“I just wanna be close to you I don’t know, I’m comfortable around you”

“Glad I make you feel comfortable”

He kisses my forehead continuing to run his fingers through my hair, I drape my arm over his chest scooting myself closer to him

“Matt.”

“Yes?”

“Is it bad that I don’t wanna let you go ever again”

“No, cause neither do I. You’re so important to me on so many levels just those 8 months alone went to show me that I was miserable without you”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologize, you did what you had to do and guess what you learning and progressing also helped me out you know”

Just watching him talk made you smile, Matt in general makes your heart feel warm

“Matt can you kiss me?…”

“Woah..y/n I-“

“Nevermind sorry that was to mu-“

Matt cups my cheeks and places a small peck on my lips then looks at me for reassurance, I nod my head. He pulls me into another kiss it’s slow but passionate just like it’s always been, I began to move myself from my side to the middle to straddle him, my thighs on either side of his body directly placed above his slowly but surely growing erection. I break the kiss, Matt places his hands on my thighs looking up at me

“Are you sure about this”

“If I wasn’t I would tell you”

“Hmkay just making sure baby, is it okay if I mark you”

“Only if they’re hidden”

“Can I make just one of them noticeable?”

“If you buy me the pair of shoes I’ve been wanting”

I said it as a joke cause Osiris NYC 83 skate shoes are 1. Expensive and 2. Lowkey hard to find especially the color ways I want. Seeing a smile spread across Matt’s face told me that he already bought me the shoes and I should have come up with a better deal.

“Whatever your thinking in your pretty little head in correct”

He flipped us over him now being on top of me

“Safe word is meatball”

“Matthew you’ve gotta be kidding me”

He chuckles and kisses my neck

“I’m joking sweetheart gosh, you know it’s always been strawberry nothing has changed”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

He carefully takes the clip out of your hair throwing it across the room, he kisses the side of your lip slowly going down peppering kisses over your neck he lightly bites down on your collarbone earning a whimper out of you

“Ow Matt”

“Sorry baby”

He kisses where he bit soothing his hand over it with his other hand slipping it under your shirt

“Can I take this off?”

You nod your head

“Words sweetheart”

“Yes”

“Arms up”

He easily slips your shirt off again tossing it across the room

“No bra?”

“Shut up”

“Yes ma’am”

He kisses down your chest to stomach leaving marks every once in a while, coming back to your lips giving you a small peck

“My pretty girl”

Your face heats up in embarrassment making you cover your face with your arms

“Awe come on don’t do that baby, let me see your pretty face”

You put your arms down

“There’s my beautiful girl”

“Matt just fuck me”

He chuckles “your so impatient I’m just admiring you honey, it’s been too long also just look at these beautiful tattoos on you”

He traces the stars that go down your left ribs, you squeeze you thighs together at this point everything Matt is doing just feels like teasing

“Do you really need me that bad”

“Oh shut the fuck up”

Matt slides his finger under your waist band

“When is the last time you’ve came y/n”

“Matt don’t make me answer that”

“No I wanna hear the answer”

“Matthew”

“Yes sweetheart”

You sighed knowing damn well he wasn’t gonna let it go

“The week before I ghosted you”

“Hm that was also the last time we had sex isn’t it?”

“Yes now shut up and just fuck me Matt please”

“At least you said please”

He quickly pulls down your bottoms panties included, Kissing down your stomach once again until reaching your pussy giving it a light peck

“Already wet huh?”

You close your legs around his head, you notice his eyes scanning over the tattoo on your under right thigh

“Yeah and what your gonna do about it ??”

“Eat you the fuck out”

(I would write full smut for yall but I’m genuinely so bad at it..)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Now naked cuddling in bed together watching SpongeBob while Matt plays with your hair making you doze off a little

“You tried sweetheart?”

“Kinda”

“Let me get some clothes on you then we can sleep yeah?”

“Yeah”

Matt grabs you a pair of his boxers and a shirt of his

“You got it or want me to do it”

“I’ll do it just throw on some boxers please, I love you and your body and your dick very much but please cover it up”

“Repeat what you said”

“Throw on some boxers please”

“After that”

“I love you?”

“I love you too”

He puts on his boxers while you slip on your as well and put his shirt on, he lays back in bed tacking you in the process

“Does this mean we’re back together?”

“Don’t rush it pretty boy ask me again in the morning and I’ll say yes as of right now though let’s sleep”

“I love you so much”

“I love you too Matt, I won’t leave you again I promise”

“You better you know much I hate when you leave, just stay”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Ragghhh hihiiii um this is kinda an authors note i guesss sorry if this is kinda wack shit I had writters block for 8 months and this is my first writing coming out of it so be nice 3:

[eggyboyoart]

I was gonna post a vid on tiktok bc I have more followers there but i'll post it here because-

When I die, I wanna be reincarnated into Redacted Tumblr as a beautiful Lasko/Gavin spicy fic-

Anyway, I drew the D.A.M.N. boys + Imperium AU :D Please look at them, its late and I'm tired.

I also have a speedpaint of them on my yt (eggyboyoart) so if you wanted to look at that as well, I would be rlly happy :))

(TW: Spoilers for Imperium AU)

I wanted Lasko to look super light and soft and cloud-like while also being kind of elegant?? He looks so poofy :D

I hc that he takes rlly RLLY great care of his hair, like- mans has a 23 step routine to keep it untangled and soft :))

The hair routine also helps him relax and de-stress after a long day

I also headcanon that he wears a lot of light, soft sweaters with a button up underneath for that academic soft boy look

In the Imperium AU, he got the scar across his eye from a wayward daemon who tried to attack him in the D.A.M.N. daemon haven.

He wears his hair tied back into a low pony tail to seem more 'professional', bc my mans is the ACADEMY PRESIDENT :D

Imp! Lasko wears a black suit with a white button up and either a red or light blue tie (gotta keep it professional when you're tormenting daemons and chasing after uninterested freelancers :|)

IDK why but whenever I imagine Damien (original timeline), its always with rlly short hair

idk I feel like if he had long hair, it would make him too warm around his neck and that'd make him uncomfortable and grumpy (well, more grumpy than he usually is anyway)

gotta keep the neck open for air flow (and easy access-)

I think he wears a lot of sleeveless clothes (tank tops, sleeveless hoodies, etc and shorts bc of the heat

Damien is a chronic khaki shorts wearer, I'M SORRY-

Imp! Damien is royalty so obvs gotta keep it professional

I feel like he would have other priorities than cutting his hair so it mostly just gets slicked back out of his face

The scar on his neck is from a failed assassination attempt (our boy damien stays livin', unlike Angel-)

I feel like he still wears sleeveless shirts but also wears a fur cape (like, one of those white ones with the black spots with the red velvet) which seems counter intuitive.

I am relieved to say that Imp! Damien doesn't wear khaki shorts :D silver linings, guys-

I wanna start this off my saying, Imp! Huxley might be one of my favourite characters

Hes just, such a piece of shit and I don't want to change him, I want him to stay exactly how he is, thats the POINT-

Freelancer bought him neon jewellery for his lip piercings and he screamed when he got them

also a sweater wearer like lasko but he likes his sweaters to be oversized, but because hes just big, his sweaters are like blankets for regular sized ppl

he has his hair kinda long-ish bc freelancer enjoys playing with it and he likes making his friends happy so he keeps it kinda long just for them-

Imp! Huxley is a piece of shit and we love him for that

He doesn't have friends so his hair is shorter

He probably wears tactical gear/uniform bc he is an enforcer, but its all like a dark green which looks rlly good on him

no neon piercings for Imp! Hux as much as I hate to say it

GAVIN OUR FASHION ICON-

He knows clothes like he knows freelancer's body- IN AND OUT. Hes got that shit LOCKED DOWN

Freelancer gave him the heart glasses as a gift

Gavin never saw the appeal of piercings until freelancer said they would look hot on him, REALLY enjoys all the different types of jewellery

Probably wears patterned button up shirts (with as many buttons undone as possible) with skin tight jean/leather pants

Imp! Gavin dresses like hes homeless, theres no time for fashion when you're trying to survive in an dystopian magic world where everyone hates you :P

I hc that when a Daemon gets low in energy/emotions, they can't keep their 'glamour/human form' up so they forcibly have to take on their more daemonic traits (horns, coloured eyes, markings, tails, claws, etc)

and bc of the shit hole that the Imperium AU world is... :|

I also hc that only sex and sadism daemons have coloured sclera

[evermore-fashion]

Met Gala 2023: My Top 10 Women’s Looks

Here we go, this is my 10 women’s looks from the Met Gala 2023. Just to remind everyone that my opinions are mine alone, so feel free to agree or disagree with me as much as you like. However I will not tolerate any hate personally aimed at me if you disagree with me to the point where you want to start an argument. So let’s keep it respectful, clean (language wise) and more importantly let’s have some fun with this. Like I said, if you’re looking for an argument, then you’re following the wrong fashion blog. 

1. Kim Kardashian wearing Schiaparelli. This was the first look I saw this morning when I switched my phone on and I was blown away by it. I honestly didn’t know what to expect from Kim after her look from last year that got a lot of people talking. So I was pleasantly surprised to see her in an original design that shows off her body in all the right places and I love the draped pearls across her breasts (which are actually covered by a nude bra). Overall it was another Met Gala and another show stopping moment from Kim Kardashian.

2. Doja Cat wearing Oscar De La Renta In comparison to Jared Leto, Doja Cat understood the theme and took it to a whole other level that was both unexpected but not at the same time. I loved the use of prosthetics that complimented her simple yet stunning crystallised gown. Plus who doesn’t love a gown with a hood that has cat ears coming out the top that makes you look like a fashionista rather than someone attending a Halloween party?

3. Gigi Hadid wearing Givenchy I’m a sucker for a black gown that comes not just with a corset but a lot of tulle draped perfectly in all the right places as well. Gigi just looked stunning in this and considering a lot of attendee’s were also wearing either black or white, her Givenchy gown stood out when I was scrolling endlessly through all the looks earlier today. Simple, yet perfect sums up her look that I couldn't not add to my top 10 favourites. 4. Cardi B wearing Chenpeng Studio  I just loved the edgy yet alternative bridal look that also incorporated a masculine energy through the shirt and tie design blended with a corset that still made the overall gown look and feel feminine as well as beautiful. I’m not a fan of Cardi B as a rapper but like Kim Kardashian her Met Gala looks have never disappointed and I think this look was one of her best yet. 

5. Devon Aoki wearing Jeremy Scott Even though it’s yet another black & white gown, I just love the cartoon styled wings on the bust line of the corset. To me it made this gown stand out in the sea on monochrome that plagued the Met Gala 2023. Without that unique design, this gown would’ve gone unnoticed and it would’ve easily become another gown that was worn to the wrong event.

6. Florence Pugh in Valentino Florence has been killing it with her red carpet looks in the last 18 months or so, so it was no surprise that she would turn heads at the Met Gala. Whilst I'm not a fan of Valentino since Pierpaolo Piccioli took over as creative designer when Maria Grazi Chiuri left for Dior back in 2016, I can’t help but love this look. A simple white gown paired with a huge feather crown just looked stunning on Florence and it’s another reason why we love seeing show stopping numbers like this one.

7. Glenn Close wearing Erdem Moralıoğlu Similar to Florence Pugh’s look, Glenn Close just looked phenomenal in her Erdem Moralıoğlu design. Once again it was simple yet stunning and I loved the colour on her. It suited her to a tee and what better way to pair a simple gown that with a huge pale blue cape and the sparkliest jewellery of the night. It just goes to show that anyone of any age and can look amazing when dressed perfectly for the Met Gala.

8. Liu Wen wearing Tory Burch I just love how simple the gown is yet at the bottom it’s filled with white flowers that make the Tory Burch gown stand out amongst hundreds of Met Gala looks. The whole look screams red carpet but it’s also the ideal gown for a bride who doesn’t want to wear white to her wedding. Liu Wen just looked stunning in it and it’s why her look has made it into my top 10. 

9. Salma Hayek wearing Gucci I just love that it wasn’t black or white and the sharpness of the red looked phenomenal on Salma both in the PVC corset and the long tiered skirt. Plus the subtle draping of the pearls as straps just topped the look off altogether. Once again I loved everything about it and I can’t fault it at all. It was perfect.  10. Tems wearing Robert Wun This gown was a standout for all the right reasons. Tems looked absolutely gorgeous from head to toe and I love how all the feathers are perfectly placed on both the gown, the gloves and the headpiece from stepping over that line from haute couture into a costume. The shape of the gown also compliments her body to her a tee and I couldn’t think of anything better that Tem’s could’ve worn to the Met Gala.  So this concludes my top 10 looks from the Met Gala 2023. I have to say picking this list was hard because there were so many another amazing designs worn last night, however these 10 stand out to me the most. Feel free to leave your opinion in the comments about which was your standout garment from last night, perhaps it’s on my list and perhaps it’s not. 

I look forward to hearing what you all have to say about this year’s fashion.

[hoaxriot]

REUNITED

pairings. regulus black x fem!reader

synopsis. lily and james are finally getting married, at the wedding you reunite with regulus who you haven’t seen since graduating from hogwarts.

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it was finally time, lily was about to walk down the aisle to marry james potter. she had asked you to be her best woman as soon as she told you, you cried. she had become your best friend— she helped you through everything as you did with her. lily comforted you through your breakup with regulus black after leaving hogwarts.

you were standing at the end of the aisle waiting to walk down, the bridesmaids dresses were maroon, everyone had different straps at the top but they were all beautiful.

once you began to walk down you looked amongst the crowd but immediately regretted it meeting eyes with regulus black who stood on the other side of james potter, you had never expected them to be close even after sirius and him became close again but now they were practically best friends.

you averted your attention back to james who smiled brightly at you as you made your way next to him. after everyone walked down the aisle, the music started to play and lily walked down the aisle with her father beside her. james started to cry as did you seeing your best friend in her beautiful white dress.

soon after the ceremony was over, everyone was seated inside. the first dance passed and now everyone was on the floor, you stayed sitting down taking sips of your drink.

you hated how alone you felt at a wedding, they were supposed to be full of joy. somehow lily had felt your sadness and excused herself from james who already knew.

lily made her way to the table you sat at and grabbed your hand pulling you up, “i’m married, let’s dance!” she smiled at you as she pulled you to the floor where you now stood in a group with all the girls who were dancing.

after what felt like forever, your feet started to hurt and you had to pee so you went to the bathroom.

the door slowly shut behind you as the music became muffled, you sighed looking down at your feet before you started to walk towards the bathroom.

when you walked into the bathroom you took off your heels hoping the floor was clean enough.

staying in the bathroom a little longer because you expected as soon as you entered the room again to be dragged back to the floor which you weren’t upset, you were truly happy for lily. strapping your heels back on making your way out of the bathroom.

jumping a little seeing— “regulus?” you whispered out in shock. he leaned off the wall, you heard something below looking down to see a bouquet of flowers that looked very familiar from the ones in the room where everyone was at.

“hey,” your name rolled off his tongue as easy as it did before, “here, for you.” he put out the flowers in front of you.

laughing lightly, not taking them “did you steal these from the reception?” you questioned with another laugh. regulus chuckled bowing his head bringing the flowers back to his side.

“yes, but it’s all i had. i wanted to apologize for what happened after hogwarts. i shouldn’t have left without explanation besides the bullshit story i gave you.” he spoke causing you to frown, you had expected to have the conversation sooner or later. you couldn’t avoid him forever but you didn’t expect it to have it here— at a wedding.

“reg.. we don’t have to do this now.” shaking your head as he continued to look at his shoes. you finally took him in, he was wearing a black suit with a maroon tie request from lily for the groomsmen and bridesmaids to have some type of matching.

“we do, i have hated how much you avoid me when everyone hangs out or how much i heard from them how much i hurt you. i hate not being with you.” regulus brought his head back up to look into your eyes, he finally said it and now he was hoping for you to say the same.

“why? why did you leave me?” as he spoke those words your forgot that you should be heading back to lily. regulus swallowed, he didn’t expect you to ask for some stupid reason.

“i was afraid of- of the reality of leaving hogwarts. i finally left home and you were there for me with open arms. when that happened i knew that you were my future, my life. when it came down to settling i thought that- that i wouldn’t be the one for you, your future. and i know, merlin that it was stupid not to tell you how i felt.” regulus told you, he finally told you and gods did you want to slap him. if he told you then you would’ve told him how much he was— no, is your future.

“reg… you should’ve told me because i would’ve told you,” bringing your hands to his free one to grab it, “you’re my future too. you’re who i want to be with.” looking into each other’s eyes after you spoke, it felt like you could see the light come back into his eyes, the loving look he always has in his eyes when he looked in yours before.

not wasting anymore time, taking a small step forward bringing your hand to his neck pulling him to your lips. regulus froze for a second before kissing you. the hand holding the flowers he slid it around your waist.

the kiss was hurried after almost two years of not being able too. you had so desperately missed this.

both of you pulled away for air, he kept his hand on your waist. you felt the flowers poking at your side through the dress. smiling looking down at them lightly grabbing them from his hands.

“tonight, we’ll enjoy the night. afterwards we’ll talk, m’kay?” regulus quickly nodded, he’ll do anything not to lose you again so if it meant one night or a week he’ll wait to talk.

you grabbed his hands as he interlocked them walking back to the reception, lily immediately looked at you both with a smirk nudging james who looked over. he gasped loudly catching sirius’ attention following his eyes them nudging remus’s hand that laid on his shoulder. remus smiled at the two of you where you put back the flowers but it just looked like you were fixing them.

“i can’t believe you stole these and tried to give them to me.” you laughed turning towards him as you sat down at the nearest table with him right behind you.

“i didn’t try, you took them.” gasping playfully causing him to smile, not realizing how much you missed his smile you began to smile.

the two of you spent the rest of the night by each other’s side thankful that nobody said anything, though not missing the looks they gave you. not weird looks, happy looks. they hated how much you avoided him but not upset at you, they knew how hurt you were.

the night was coming to an end as james and lily got in their car as everyone stood at the entrance watching them drive away with smiles. regulus stood at your side holding your heels in his hands that he grabbed on the way out. his other hand around your waist.

as everyone dispersed, the two of you stayed outside. “i finally moved out of sirius’ because remus finally moved in so… do you wanna come home with me— not y’know for that but i just—“ shutting him up with a quick kiss, he laughed pulling away.

“yes, i’ll come home with you,” he smiled down at you as he leaned down leaning his head against your neck kissing it lightly, you smiled as he continued to kiss against your skin. “reg..” you whispered, he pulled away a little before leaning down a bit to grab the back of your thighs to hold you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist with a loud laugh.

“on we go!” regulus spoke as he made his way to his car with a large smile on his face, you laughed bringing your face to his neck mimicking the same actions he just did with you.

regulus’ smile didn’t wipe off his face as he walked with you wrapped around him, he finally got his girl back.

[reddeadreference]

Micah Bell III (The Third)

(The above photo was taken at Clemen's Point)

(Warning: This post contains spoilers!)

About

Name: Micah Bell III (Referred to simply as Micah Bell)

Age:* 39 (RDR2 Ch1-6) 47 (RDR2 Ep1/2)

(*In a newspaper clipping found at his Strawberry camp, it states that in 1877 his father was wanted for murder with a 17 year old son that was Micah based on this quote "suspects are believed to be one Micah Bell, age 38, and his son, also Micah Bell, age 17")

Description: (official description from R*)

A career criminal and hitman, Micah fell in with Dutch's gang about five months ago. He claims he met Dutch when he saved his life in a bar fight over some stolen gold. He comes from a long line of bad men. His father and grandfather before him were also called Micah Bell and, at one point, his father was wanted for murder in five counties. He has a brother living in California, whom he despises. Wild, unpredictable and something of a nihilist, he lives for the action, and is great in a gun fight.

Quick Facts

He has a younger brother named Amos (a letter from his brother can be found at Shady Belle)

We know Micah is the older brother because of the tradition of naming the first born son after the father, hence Micah Bell the Third.

Though his description says he "despises" his brother, it's clear by the letter found at Shady Belle from Amos that Micah was the one to reach out to Amos first, though his intentions were not clear as we didn't see what was in the letter he sent Amos.

He's been a criminal since as young as 17, a newspaper clipping can be found in his camp near Strawberry about him and his father being wanted for murder.

During a conversation he implies Jenny Kirk might have been carrying "Micah Bell the fourth" which many fans assume wasn't consensual, but there is no evidence either way or even that he was telling the truth since she isn't alive to deny it.

He has some sort of lung/respiratory issue as he is constantly snorting, clearing his throat, and coughing.

Outfits by chapter

Ch 1: Colter

Like everyone else he only has the one outfit in Colter which is also the only time he wears the coat shown, it's a shade of red, and a greenish head wrap.

Ch 2-4 & 6:

His outfit after Colter is pretty much always the same with small variations. Photo 1: Black short coat buttoned, red long sleeved shirt buttoned to the top button. Photo 2: no coat, same red shirt with only a few buttons buttoned.

The only time his coat is buttoned is at Horseshoe Overlook, above, but the rest of the outfits are pretty much the same: Some variation of black and red with tan/dirty white pants, with and without his hat.

He also has one outfit where he wears black pants tucked into black boots which are different than the boots in every other outfit (They are possibly the ones he wears during the heist in chapter 4 and on Guarma.) The coat shown above is also the one he wears at Clemen's point.

In the first outfit below he has a red vest over a black shirt and a different black coat, second he has his red shirt and necktie to the side with black jacket from previous, and third he's in his red shirt, no jacket, and the necktie is in a different position.

Bank Heist Outfit

Ch 5: Guarma

He only has one outfit which looks two different ways: before the shipwreck and after. (Since they went from the heist to the ship it is presumed that the shirt below simply wasn't visible under the white jacket, red vest, and white puff tie he wore.)

Outfit Details

He always (except for two instances) has his signature weapons, the custom double-action revolvers. (those two instances being before retrieving them in Strawberry where he'll use whatever weapon Arthur hands him and on the island of Guarma - even though he had them during the bank robbery and presumably on the ship.)

His custom double-action revolvers: The words "Vengeance is hereby mine" are etched onto each barrel and the grips are black with a red skull design.

His guns on Guarma: Seem to be plain double-action revolvers, presumably borrowed/stolen.

Epilogue (Part 2)

His outfit is similar to the one he wore in Colter only the green scarf isn't over his head.

Life/Events

Micah Bell III was born circa 1860 to Micah Bell Jr. According to a newspaper clipping found at Micah camp near Strawberry, when he was 17, in 1877, he and his father were on the run for the brutal double homicide of Roscoe and Jean Briggs, who were hung from the rafters with their throats slit.

It is presumed he also ran with his younger brother for a time before the latter settled down with a wife and kids. A letter found at Shady Belle implies Micah reached out to Amos, but the younger Bell told him not to contact him again and if he heard Micah was "within fifty miles of [him], [he] will come and find [Micah] and then [Micah would] meet [his] maker and apologise to him on both [their] behalves for them things [they] did".

Missions

Chapter 1: Colter -

Micah is in four of the six missions in chapter 1.

He is in the very first mission of the game Outlaws from the West. He is part of Old Friends and is the one to find the map about the train for Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall? And like everyone he is part of Eastward Bound.

Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook -

Micah is in one and a second (player determined) mission in chapter 2.

After freeing Micah from jail in Blessed are the Meek? the player has the option of completing the next mission, An American Pastoral Scene, (which will bring Micah back to camp) either in chapter 2 or chapter 3.

Chapter 3: Clemen's Point -

Micah is in 3 of 16 missions with possibly another if An American Pastoral Scene wasn't completed in chapter 2.

He goes with Dutch and Arthur in Blessed are the Peacemakers, he waits with Sean and Bill for Arthur in town for A Short Walk in a Pretty Town, and while he doesn't go to the Braithwaite Manor he's in a cutscene for Blood Feuds, Ancient and Modern so he's listed as being in that mission on the wikia.

Chapter 4: Shady Belle -

The only mission he's in for chapter 4 is the bank heist in Banking, The Old American Art. Though, like most other characters in camp, he is present for Horsemen, Apocalypses as well.

Chapter 5: Guarma -

As one of the group on the island he is in 6 of the 10 missions for chapter 5.

The first mission, Lost and Not Quite Found, Welcome to the New World, Hell Hath No Fury, and finally the mission to leave the island Paradise Mercifully Departed. And then back at camp with the rest of the gang he is then in Fleeting Joy where it's shown he and Javier arrived in Lakay before Arthur, Dutch, then Bill and he's shown in cutscenes in That's Murfree Country.

It is assumed he was picked up by Pinkertons sometime between arriving back to the US and meeting back up with everyone in Lakay and that that's how the Pinkertons knew the gang was there. However, there are two alternatives 1) if Arthur doesn't find the letter at Shady Belle one of the Pinkerton agents will find it and read it aloud. They'll even state that they're going to check there. 2) When Bill finally arrives last he says he was asking all over for them and not long after, the Pinkertons are there. Both are plausible ways the Pinkertons could've found the gang that didn't involve Micah. (Yes, at that point he was a rat and it's 100% plausible that he did just tell them, I'm just giving two other ways that also make sense.)

Chapter 6: Beaver Hollow -

He is in 5 of the 15 missions in chapter 6.

Arthur meets Micah and Dutch in Annesburg in Just a Social Call where Dutch kills Cornwall and the three have to shoot their way out of town. Micah sends Arthur and Bill to get dynamite in The Delights of Van Horn. He goes with everyone to Cornwall Kerosene & Tar in My Last Boy. He's part of the train heist in Our Best Selves and the following mission Red Dead Redemption he is in all four of the various endings you can get.

Epilogue 2: Beecher's Hope -

The only and final mission he's in is the final mission of the game, American Venom where he ultimately gets gunned down by John.

Camp Life

Micah can be seen whittling a stick, sharpening his knife and cleaning his guns. Arthur can challenge him to five finger fillet. He never goes on guard duty, but occasionally he will announce at the donation box that he's putting money in (usually $25).

He never sleeps; when everyone else is in bed he'll sit at the main fire. The only time he's seen sleeping is if he's been drinking as part of a camp scene (i.e. drinking with Javier) and passes out at a table (shown below) or in a cutscene.

Death

During the final mission of the game before free roam, Micah is shot to death by John in 1907, after he, Charles, and Sadie track Micah down to his hideout atop Mount Hagan. While holding Sadie hostage and while he and Dutch hold John at gunpoint, Dutch makes the decision to shoot Micah, allowing John to shoot as many times as the player wants. After his death if the player returns to the area they can loot one of Micah's custom guns and find his now frozen body beside it.

-If there's something incorrect or something missing from this post you think is important or should be added please don't hesitate to either reply, reblog, or send in an ask about it.-

[chiquititaosita]

Mami Mira

pairing: sanji x reader

post type: one shot (song fic)

contents: smut,established relationship, sanji falling in love with you even more, alcoholism, jealousy, suggestive, fluff, latina reader in mind, but this can be applied to all ethinicties song fan fic

summary: sanji is at a club at one of the local islands the sunny had docked, you both go and have fun, and here he is just admiring you dancing, that is until someone pulls you aside, and your man gets jealous, he takes matters into his own hands.

alexa play mami mira by mr capone-e, mr.criminal ,nate dogg

It’s around 9:30 p.m., almost ten on a Friday night. You all needed a break. It was decided by the captain to go out and dance. There you are getting ready, wearing a black y2k top, blue flare pants with rinestones that enhances your features and wearing your hair in a half-up, half-down style. Of course, your makeup looks amazing. shoes that were comfortable yet looking like a rare treasure.

You walked out of your quarters, exiting the hallway out of the girls' quarters, heading out on the main deck of the sunny. here you see your tall handsome blonde boyfriend ‘flying’ towards you “y/n chwan!!!!!!!!” you could hear the admiration in his voice as he’s admiring his beautiful meroline. “hi amor,” you smiled with a slight blush appearing on you complexion. he asked you to twirl before giving you a kiss on the cheek. there he just kept hyping you up and admiring how such of a ethereal being you are.

“you look so beautiful, as always.” he kisses the top of your head, holding your hands. y’all were visiting for a few moments until you heard a cough, from a certain red head. “ahem, I hope to not interrupt you love birds but we have a party to get to!” Nami walked out of the ship onto the dock, wearing a green backless cut out crisscross halter top and body con skirt. she wore some strapped heel pumps that had more of a grip rather than a normal heel.

“right sorry about that.” you laughed lightly walking out holding sanjis hand. “my darling…shall we ?” you nodded looking into his eyes as he loosened his tie just a teeny bit, walking with him “we shall.”

you wanna hang with big dogg and criminal, it’s in your eyes don’t give us love.

The club that luffy said y’all were supposed to be at was supposed to have big lights, and everything. you just hoped they had good music to dance to. you planned to not drink as much. mostly because the smell of alcohol is a bit overwhelming.

you saw the lights changed from different colors. Red to blue, blue to white. White to pink, pink to orange. it wasn’t at a fast speed, more at a slow pace. you felt relaxed, as your blonde boyfriend lightly traced circles on your skin. y’all were sitting down in a table where everyone in the crew placed their stuff.

The both of y’all had been a bit distant lately, due to the fact he’s been working a lot more, than fighting the marines out of nowhere. y’all haven’t spent anytime together recently. you just hoped you two will have a good time and for things to settle down.

“My love are you alright??” he whispered into your ear, when the music started getting a little bit loud. You shrugged. “Somewhat, im a bit thirsty.” You replied back to him with a slight blush kissing his lips, you were just a little tipsy. Not as tipsy as if you passed your limit. tipsy to the point where you still are aware of your surroundings. “I’ll go get you some water at the bar, let me know if you’re gonna be leaving the table.” He smiled and kissed your lips once more “I will I love you.” Just as you were about to say it. He left faster than the speed of light.

It's in your eyes you wanna give us some.

“Y/n! what are you doing sitting here all alone come dance with us! they’re gonna play our song.” you hear nami and robin walk towards you, as you were a bit slumped. “you barely get to have fun with us girls you know y/n chan.” Robin pat your head. you sighed as you got up from your seat. “Alright let me go find sanji and tell him.” You heard nami and robin whooop and cheer as they took a few more shots. you couldn’t help it THEYRE your best friends, your home girls.

They were so relived that you and sanji got together it was so adorable because they were like ‘PLEASE TAKE HIM! We’ve been suffering for so long!’ there you saw your boyfriend talking to another person, you suppose they were the bartender. “Sanji!” you yelled his name! he heard to the melodic voice of yours. His dark eyes saw you, gesturing to go with nami and robin and he mouthed “I love you! I’ll be there soon!” he blew a kiss at your direction as you rolled your eyes taking the kiss placing it to your chest.

Walking to the direction of nami and robin. there you robin and nami are dancing, you were just so content, relaxed. In all honesty you just missed him. He’s not dumb, he’s actually very observant.

he scanned to find you as he adjusted himself, there he saw you. He sees you moving your hips grinding on your best friends, shaking ass looking like a baddie as usual. He’s blushing madly than ever. That is until he feels something hard between his thighs. How he wants to take you in his arms. have you scratching his back, as he thrusts into you. it’s true he does miss you, he can’t help but blame himself for not spending enough of time with you. so there he goes in this thoughts.

That is until one particular person, tapped you on your shoulder. he had a dickies shirt on, some nice pants on, with a white tank top underneath and a chain on. he asked you if you wanted to dance with him, you were looking at your curly brow novio.

the male figure looked at your boyfriend, then at you. sanji looks at him, and groans in frustration now that he’s soft. he got out of his seat, taking out his cigarette putting it out on the ash tray on the table. walking behind you biting his bottom lip.

mami mira.

Sanji tapped behind your shoulder, hugging your waist stroking your hips up and down, glared at the male figure “thank you for keeping my lovely lady company, but her prince is here now.” he gave a deadly glare to the male, as he walked off. you sighed in relief looking at him, walking with him to the table, to sit down. you being the girl you are decided to sit on his lap.

you’re such a fine and such a sexy mamacita

“my hero.” you turned around as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him while you’re sitting on his lap. as he pulls you close to him. “i haven’t been feeling like one..” he talks to you as he rubs his smooth, and structured hands behind your back, and hips to keep you from not falling.”

Been on my mind girl since the first time that I seen ya'

“por que? talk to me.” you smile at him, there you go again, you look at him with those beautiful eyes that have a hint of sparkle inside. he can’t help but to feel guilty for not protecting his princess. not even spending time with his princess. the maiden he wants to wake up from an eternal slumber. Your eyes was one of the first things he noticed

“I feel bad for not spending enough time with you, Mon amour.”

“Seeing that guy trying to make a move on you made me sick to my stomach.” He puffed out his cigarette, and looked back at you. “and i don’t even get sick.”

“I guess I just feel bad because. I’m so used to being around you all the time and I’m afraid you’ll leave me .” you sigh and kiss him lightly on his lips. letting go as y’all touch foreheads.

if you were my girl I would never ever leave ya, señorita

“Don’t feel bad, it happens sometimes life gets hectic and we have to do what we gotta do. I’m just happy i have you as my boyfriend/future husband/father of our kids, so what is there to lose. And who the fuck even said I’m ever leaving?” His eyes water at the fact that you’re being so understanding with him, no seriously protect this man at all cost. because he’s not used to having much compassion since his sister helped him. You wipe his tears, and kiss where they once where as a blush appears on his cheeks once more.

“I love you sanji .”

“I love you too y/n, I’m sorry ”

You hug him and press your lips against his with passion and admiration.he even deepened the kiss, knowing it’s happening, it’s reality. As he slightly moaned into your mouth.

something about you mami

“Don’t be sorry, remember we have a long time, and you’re not going anywhere because you’re mine .” as he fell to the side of the booth chair lying down laughing as he’s ticklish when you kiss him in certain places. You get off of him and grab his hand.

I'm feeling you girl can't you see that look in my eye?

“Come dance with me, the songs almost over!” He starts running with you as you’re shaking your ass on his crotch. mans is grabbing your waist. his eyes are heart shaped, and his nose is slightly bleeding. He’ll spin you a little bit to bring you closer to him, as he grabs your hands, sucks into your neck. “forgive me my dearest y/n i have to mark whats mine.” he continues, as he hears you let out a gasp parting your mouths

something about you mami

Sanji grabs the bottom to the top of one of your breasts as he begins to grind on your ass a little bit. The sensuality and the tension is rising in the depths of your bodies. he begins to let out a shaky breath as he starts to feel his cock slightly harden once again, almost feeling like a long balloon waiting to be popped. like a long rubber band. sanjis muscular yet slender hands are tracing under your skirt already slowly dry humping onto you, having a slow pace. “Let’s take this back home Mon amour.” He whispered huskily in your ear, as you nodded. walking back to the sunny, y’all went back into your bedroom, as he kept kissing you, mumbling praises.

“Your body looks so divine..” sanji had began to ‘throw’ you onto the bed with silk beige sheets, feeling it hugging your body, you’re looking up at sanji as he loosens his tie, rolling his sleeves. God the way your punani was already about to be soaking wet, it’s very high right now. Sanji had already taken your pants off. He smelt the scents of your pants,

“Already wet for me y/n-chan…you’re good for me..don’t worry I’ll wash these..I love these on you,” he speaks in a lower tone, as his breath is gazing at your undies, watching how soaked you are. he kissed those lips down there with the clothed cunt still wet, dripping. he starts by playfully licking the nub of your clit, as he slowly began to gently yank off your soaked panties, hoist your thighs and straddle them around his neck.

“sanji….f-fuck….” You started to mewl, and cover your mouth as he began to look up at you taking your hands and placing them on his scalp. “Grab. Me.. I want to hear you..” your breath was sl

“Awe is something wrong mami???”

'n-no sir.."

"good, wouldn't want you to feel pain now would we mon ange." sanji pushed you back again hoisting your thighs together with his muscular arms and lean build. licking your labia majora, as he moans into your soft plushy cunt, he begins to add one or two fingers to thrust inside, starting off slow when his member is slowly erecting again.

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[chanbig]

Big Kinnporsche and his uniform

i know the costume design dept gave the theerapanyakul bodyguards different versions of their uniform to make it easier to distinguish between them and make it visually more interesting (even though the point of a uniform is homogeneity) but i think it's interesting how they make big and porsche outliers

Porsche is out here in his slutty little vest and tie (the only one in his shirtsleeves because he is freewheeling, he is bucking the rules, we gotta show off that shoulder-to-waist ratio). he is new, he is special, he doesn't give a fuck. he is the Main Character.

pete, ken, arm and pol are in the usual blazer, no tie, shirt with a couple of buttons undone combo, with varying levels of undone-ness. (pete has the most buttons done up, intriguingly!!!! he typically only has the top button undone. what does this Mean. what could he possibly be hiding under there 🤫). this is what the typical bodyguard wears—most of the bodyguard extras are wearing a black suit and white shirt (one or two have ties, but most don't). they are integrated into the system. they are a team.

chan gets distinguished as head bodyguard by being allowed to wear all black, which gives him a very intense, no nonsense look. he stands out from the crowd when he first walks into frame—without words, you can tell THAT is a man with authority (😳 <- live me reaction)

AND THEN you have big over here in his closed blazer, shirt buttoned to the neck, perfectly knotted tie, and suspenders (!!) outfit. the whole getup. no one else on the main cast is doing it like him—literally. he is on the opposite end of the spectrum from porsche, even though they wear almost the same number of pieces. with the blazer on, big's outfit gives him the most buttoned up/rigid/follows the rules look, like he will wear the fullest version of the uniform because It Is The Correct Way. he has been at this job for years and he is still so strict about this. he is so strict about this BECAUSE he has been at this job for years. even with his ponytail and edgy eyebrow cut, he comes across as 'I am 100% on the job all the time'. he is All Business.

spot the suspenders 🧐

even when he's wearing the standard tracksuit, it's zipped completely up to the neck, sleeves all the way down.

we never see him in the pool. we don't see him in casual clothes. he is always SO closed off. he takes his uniform blazer off ONCE (making porsche crawl across the floor is hard work 😏).

spot the blazer thrown over the chair in the back 🔍

the only time we see him wearing a shirt with the buttons undone is when they're at the casino and he's being forced to 'blend in'. looking closer, though, even that outfit looks like the shirt and trousers he normally wears, just without the blazer, tie, and suspenders.

same slim-cut black trousers, same type of stiffened spread collar, same big pocket. his trousers fit him well—clearly the suspenders are just for the Look.

hmmm ive seen this shirt before.

the only time we see him in a short sleeved shirt is when they're on a SWAT-style rescue mission and everyone else is ALSO wearing that.

field trip time. everyone put on their outside clothes.

so arguably even both 'more casual' outfits are literally part of his uniform

where am i going with this... we see the others in their casual clothes. we see them disheveled, drunk, unbound from their jobs. they are allowed to be something other than just a bodyguard, even if just for a minute, even if they're still with tankhun at the bar—they are allowed that measure of freedom and personality. they drink, they laugh, they have fun. they have desires outside of their jobs (notably, we see ken in a hawaiian shirt when he is revealed to be the mole, i.e. have desires outside of the main theerapanyakul house)

we do not see big outside of his role as a bodyguard. he is this role and this role is him. there's something there about him scrubbing away all of his personal wants and needs to fit into this role as kinn's Head Bodyguard. giving up everything else so he can do this job, be of use to the theerapanyakul family—to kinn. not allowing himself to think about or want things outside of the compound because those things will distract him. no faltering from his role, or any vision of him as a person is allowed to come through. all he has is just a single minded pursuit of his goal and his focus (protecting kinn). he has dedicated himself and he is proud of that. he still gets up and puts on the whole uniform every day, suspenders on, shirt buttoned up, tie tight. he follows the rules and his orders even though he hates them sometimes, even though he might protest at first—one word or gesture from kinn or korn or kim and he falls silent. he will push down everything else he might have wanted under the role he has chosen for himself, that he has now become. he has already given up everything else for the theerapanyakuls—so, in the end, why not his life? what else does he have to offer? what else is left?

[toweringclam]

Limbus OC: Vidocq

Name: Vidocq Gender: Female Age: Older, possibly 40s Height: 5'10" Weapon: Justice (a short truncheon) Color: Police Blue (#374f6b) Emoji: 🚨 Hair: Brown with streaks of grey Skin: Mediterranean Build: broad-shouldered but slim and lanky Literary Reference: Javert, from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo.

Attire: Wears her uniform exactly to regulation. She's the only one who buttons her shirt all the way to the top, with her tie tightened like a noose.

EGO: "Chute de la Barricade." A massive barricade raises from the ground, lifting up Vidocq. Near the top, yet not at the pinnacle, she says, "To remain in my former uprightness would not suffice..." then kicks it, causing a cascade of random objects that fall on the enemies for AOE damage. A close look at the barricade shows it's made of symbols of law and justice like police cars, gavels, blind justice statues, etc.

Assessment: A coin balanced on the edge. Her demeanor is strict and authoritarian, but fraying at the edges. Violation of the letter of the law and foolhardy adherence to the law are likely to be equally upsetting. Allowing her to enforce discipline amongst the others will give her a sense of order. However, if she starts thinking that she's actually in charge, questioning her ethics or undermining her authority will unmoor her and make her easier to control.

Background: In a District where Order reigns supreme, she was born in the worst of circumstances: Inside a jail. From an early age Vidocq was branded as a criminal in the making and treated as such. She internalized this idea, but also recognized that the same traits that made her a natural criminal also made her a natural enforcer of the Law.

Vidocq joined the Wing security forces and at first they gave her the worst, lowest-ranking positions like overseeing the very jail she was born. Her commitment to guiding principles of Order, Law, and Justice brought her attention and she quickly rose up the ranks. However, that prison also sowed the seeds of her downfall, for there was when she first met a prisoner named Jean, doing hard labor for the crime of stealing bread to feed her starving niece.

Fate had bound the two together. Wherever they went, the other would follow without even realizing it. At every turn, Jean bested her, but for some reason showed Vidocq mercy even as she ruined Jean's every attempt at building a new life. This made no sense. In Vidocq's mind, there was only black and white, good and evil, order and chaos. If someone did not strictly abide by the Law they were a criminal. The only path to redemption was the one she herself took, of hunting down those who were inherently criminal.

It came to a head during a revolt by the Yurodiviye. Vidocq tried to infiltrate the rebel forces, but was quickly found out and set to be executed. Jean not only spared her, which Vidocq could rationalize. She saved her life. Stuck her neck out for her long-time nemesis. Later, when the barricade fell and the Wing forces overran the rebels, Vidocq finally found Jean at her mercy. Yet should couldn't do it. This criminal who had so defined her life had shown her mercy she herself had never given anyone.

Suffering a crisis of conscience and her entire worldview collapsing, Vidocq hurled herself into a river, but her suicide attempt failed. She lived, but now she herself was branded a traitor. Everyone believed she had been in league with Jean and the Yurodiviye for all these years. She joined with Limbus with the promise that they would arrange one final meeting with her nemesis.

(Note: The name actually comes from a real-world criminal-turned-policeman, who served as the inspiration for both Javert and the entire "consulting detective" genre)

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Universal Monsters + Fuckability

Qualifications (choosing movies)

I have seen the movie.

Characters listed as part of the Universal Monsters lineup (Phantom of the Opera from 1925 for example is not included.)

Personality and events of film considered just as much as physical attractiveness.

[ID: Picture of Bela Lugosi as Dracula, dressed in black clothes and a cape, staring at the camera with an annoyed expression. His face is slightly in the shadows. End id]

Dracula (1931)

Bela Lugosi kinda handsome

Vampires hot

Rich. 

Has three wives (dick is good) (plus you can hang out with wives)

Hypnosis

Loses points because the movie was boring and he kills Lucy Westron, poly icon (antifeminist)

7/10

[ID: image of Boris Karloff as Frankenstein, holding his hands to his face, looking offscreen and with a disturbed expression. The lighting only lights up his face. End ID]

Frankenstein (1931)

Literally just born (minor) and doesn’t understand sex

Movie diverged too much from the book for me to like it 

Too awkward and big

Unclear if he has any genitalia at all

1/10 because this image is cool and a little sexy

[ID: Boris Karloff as Imhotep the mummy. His skin is dried and sunken in. He's glaring at something offscreen. He's dressed in a high collar brown shirt and a cap that covers the top of his head. End ID]

The Mummy (1932)

One of my faves 

Backstory is centered around LOVE - will literally curse the gods and forsake everyone for his lover. Hot. 

The opening scene where he came awake for the first time was sexy.

Anti colonialist

Hypnosis

Nice voice

Loses points for unfortunately not being very attractive - dry skin

9/10

[No image for this slide]

The Invisible Man (1933)

Wanted to take over the world and went to his best friend and not his FIANCE??? Gay, and clearly doesn’t care about lover’s needs (even with said best friend). 

Not a monster, just an asshole

Pushed over a baby carriage! Disgusting

We don’t know what he looks like. Sexiness only comes from whether or not you think having sex with someone you can’t see would be hot or not.

Gets points for being a silly little guy, ambition being hot, and the “villain goes soft only for his loved one” trope

Still. -5/10

Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

Like Frankenstein, Literally just born (minor) and doesn’t understand sex

Also had strong reaction AGAINST being an object of desire and so ranking her is missing the point

However because she’s the ONLY woman on this list she gets special privileges.

will be ranking her as if she was not literally ten minutes old and if she understood sex

[ID: Elsa Lanchester as the bride of Frankenstein. The lighting of the image is very bright, so you can see her whole upper body with very few shadows. She's staring at something offscreen with a curious but frightened expression. She wears white robes, and her hair is black with a white streak up the sides, in a beehive style. End ID]

Bride of Frankenstein (1935) (cont.)

Horror movie scream A+

Gorgeous and Iconic

Understands No Means No. (Unlike other creatures on this list) 

Baby Girl you are SO unnerving 💖💖💖 

Tall Woman. Probably strong. 

10/10.

[ID: Two images of the wolf man. One is the wolf man as the wolf man, standing in thr woods, his face covered in fur, his hands furry and clawed, looking panicked. The second is Lon Cheney Jr. as Larry Talbot, a white man with short dark hair slicked back, dressed in a suit with a plaid tie, with a stressed out look on his face. End ID]

The Wolf Man (1941)

This movie just makes me sad. Larry Talbot is a tragic figure.

But he’s also kind of a stalker (spies on woman)

Only a monster half of the time

Wolf form isn’t attractive. (human form okay.)

No sense of control. 

Not even a little okay with his murders. Too pathetic and sad.

2/10

[ID: Image of the creature from the black lagoon, a creature the size of a man covered in scaley and amphibian-like skin with a fish-like face. He's mostly submerged in water, only his head and finned hands with sharp claws poking out of the water. End ID]

The Creature From The Black Lagoon (1954)

Definitely my favourite

Environmentalist! Anti colonialist! 

Swimming scene half creepy half romantic, also gets points for inspiring The Shape of Water (2017).

Phenomenal creature design, A+. 

Just wants someone to love

Will kill everyone else but NOT lover.

Underwater sex. Rough sex.

Sex will probably be awkward because of this.

8/10

[ID: profile of the Bride of Frankenstein. Her head is tiled up and her eyes are mostly closed.]

Congratulations to our winner! Runner ups, The Mummy and the Creature From the Black Lagoon.

[averagejoesolomon]

In light of, uh, recent news I'd like to present a slice of comfort. Please enjoy a couple thousand words of a man written by a woman. The book agent hunt is going well, so I may not be back until the later end of December, but here's a little treat to get you through the wait.

The Cameron-Morgan Wedding (1987)

“Shit.”

Matt’s bow tie droops during the first few notes of the Canon. With a glance down his front, he spots one end hanging lower than it should, slipped through the neat little knot at the crest of his collar and somehow fraying into messy, tattered strands.

This never would have happened if Rachel had done it, the way she always does up his bow ties. She’s good luck. But Abby had been insistent that he not see the bride before the ceremony and notably, Abby ain’t of any help now. Her eyes widen across the way, both of them knowing that Rachel has planned this moment down to second, down to the step, down to the snap of the photographer’s shutter. She has a comprehensive list of every last shot she expects to capture and none of them include a busted up bow tie.

Thankfully, the photographers ain’t looking at him. No one is. As the stringed quintet fills the grand atrium with the classic tune, all 342 attendees take their cue to stand and turn toward the bride. Matt can’t make out any details from his place at the end of a long aisle, but he doesn’t need to. She takes up all the air in the room. She fills it from wall-to-wall, balcony-to-balcony, stack-to-stack-to-stack. The George Peabody Library has 300,000 books and fifteen-hundred first editions, but it’s never felt as full as it does when Rachel Cameron walks through its doors, dressed all in white.

And Matt refuses to look like this, when she looks like that. “Joe.”

“Keep your cool, cowboy.”

Joe’s already at his front, pulling the bow tie from Matt’s neck with the same sort of precision he pulls a trigger. He tucks this into his jacket pocket, right next to the rings, then unloops the half-Windsor around his own neck. Matt’s collar is popped, in a way Rachel explicitly prohibited when he asked months before, but Joe makes quick work of wrapping the new tie into place, tying it into a neat knot, then tucking Matt’s collar back into place. It’s not a bow tie, but it’ll do.

Joe takes his place at Matt’s back once more, tie-less and without enough time to redo his top button before the room turns slowly toward the towering floral wedding arch. Rachel’s halfway down the aisle when Matt looks back up and, not for the first time in their lives, her beauty strikes him straight on.

She’s a fresh snowfall on Christmas Eve. She’s the crystalline frost on the window, catching rays of winter sunlight. She’s angelic. She’s godly. She’s divine.

On her arm, Henry locks eyes with Matt and mimes a subtle tuck into the front of his suit jacket. With a quick glance, Matt realizes the tail of his tie hangs free and quickly tucks it behind his buttons, just in time for the photographer to snap a picture.

_____

The George Peabody Library is the sort of place where a woman like Rachel Cameron deserves to get married, even if she is marrying a farm boy from Nebraska. 

It’s all black-and-white tile, gold-leafed columns, and old wood shelves brimming with books that smell like a stack of newspapers. It’s twinkling lights strung from five stories of intricate iron balconies. It’s low, golden sconces lighting up a crowd of elegant evening wear and it’s a private stringed quintet playing from the second balcony.

This is a prestigious enough event to be covered by the local papers—which is a tricky sort of affair given that half of their attendees are deep in the world of covert intelligence, but Rachel navigates this with ease, and everyone here knows how to dodge a reporter if need be. The invitations had been embossed with real gold, tucked into parchment envelopes sealed with golden wax and addressed to the most important names in Maryland High Society. The governor is in attendance. Both senators. Multiple members of the Secret Service, all of them off-duty, given that the Vice President and Second Lady regretfully declined. Sports stars, and business moguls, and socialites. Rachel Cameron’s wedding is the undisputed event of the season.

Matt forgets about all of this, the moment Rachel smiles up at him.

That’s all it takes. From her, it never takes much. Rachel is made from carefully restrained might, always looking for an avenue to escape. When it finally finds a place to land, it strikes in these dense, controlled bolts of intention, and Matt reckons he could spend a lifetime on the receiving end. One look from her, done up in white, is all it takes to steal him away. To notice her, and only her, even as he stands in a gorgeous venue among a gorgeous crowd.

She’s lace, hand-sewn into her bodice. Satin trailing at her back. There are pearls around her neck, hanging from her ears, wrapped around her wrists. Daisies, daisies, daisies done up in braids, reminding him of the first time he truly met the real and ruthless Rachel. The woman he’s come to love.

It’s them. Only them, right up until the moment Rachel passes her white rose bouquet to Abby and Joe passes a pair of golden rings to Matt. 

Do you, Rachel? “I do.”

Do you, Matthew? “I do.”

Her lips break into a wide smile when they kiss. The strings, and the lights, and the applause all come second to her. _____

As two of Langley’s best and brightest, Matt and Rachel know how to sneak away from a crowd, and they make quick work of it as their cocktail hour comes to a close. The day so far has been a blur of travel, timelines, dresses and ties, and more posed photos than he can count. Finally, finally they find an intimate moment in the chaos, slipping between the fifth-floor stacks appropriately labeled Romantics.

Matt’s only want in the world is to grab her, pull her in close, and steal a moment just for himself. Except his hands are otherwise occupied with two armfuls of satin and lace. “Love of my life,” he says, with some exasperation. “It’s time to change your dress.”

Rachel runs her fingers along the spines of leather-bound books, train trailing as she goes. “Says who?”

“Says you, four hours ago,” he reminds her. “And for the past week. And for the last three months, when you said under no circumstances were you to wear the same dress to dinner that you wore to the ceremony.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she says, scanning the shelves. “Three dresses is a little ridiculous, don’t you think?”

It’s a quick and efficient reminder that this is only her second dress of the night, and the two of them will do this all over again with a third, smaller dress moments before the dance floor opens to the room. Matt doesn’t mind. So far, this small sliver of a shared moment is the best part of the best day of his life.  “I do think,” he replies. “And said so, when you were first fitted for them, but I was told it was rude to decline designers when they offer you a free dress. And also, I was outvoted.”

“By Abby.”

“By you and Abby,” Matt says. “And by your dad who, in my book, counts as five votes.”

“You shouldn’t be worried about my father.”

“M’not worried about your father,” he insists. “I’m worried about you, six weeks from now, when we get our photos back and you’re not in the right dress.” “Because you’d never hear the end of it?”

“Because from here on out, it’s my job to make sure you’re never disappointed again.”

Her wandering finger freezes, casting a long shadow through dim library lighting. The golden glow of the stacks hugs her cheekbones, her jaw, her neck as she tosses a glance over her shoulder. “You really are very sweet, you know.”

He shrugs, and the movement brings fifteen pounds of fabric with it. Arms growing tired, he hangs Gown Number Two from one of the shelves, in a way that would almost certainly make a librarian cringe. “I’m a catch,” he agrees. “Now please let me put this dress on you.”

She studies him, in that harsh, glaring way only she can. He’s come to love that glare. He married her for that glare. He must have seen this exact look a hundred times over and he’ll probably see it a thousand times more—but never again from Rachel Cameron. No sir. Her severity belongs to Rachel Morgan now.

Maybe she feels the shift too, because she softens and nods, collecting her cascading curls to pull them over her shoulder. Her back is exposed, shoulder blades sitting just along a lace seam and casting a shadow like wings. 

Dress Number One is held in place by no less than twenty individual buttons, so he doesn’t waste a breath. He meets Rachel at her back, methodically unlooping one satin button after another, the fabric smooth and stiff along his thumbprint. Inch by inch, the corset falls away and he spots another layer of buttons as he goes—but these ones can’t come undone. These buttons are bright and red, pressed into her skin, following the lines along her back. A full wedding day, etched into her spine, promising to stay through the evening.

He lets his touch linger along the ridges, confirming their phantom existence, and Rachel’s shoulders melt.  She lets go of a breath that she’s been holding all night.

“The poets were wrong,” she says.

With the last button undone, her dress drops into a puffy puddle, wrung around her ankles and revealing the silk slip she wears below. He catches a preview of the garter he’ll remove later, holding up sheer white stockings that stretch to her thigh, then takes her hand to hold her steady. “About what?”

She steps out of the ivory pile, landing square at his front. Her gaze cranes upward when she says, “About love,” she says, surrounded by Keats, and Shelley, and Byron, and Blake. “About how it feels.”

Dress Number One is left abandoned on the tile, while Matt dutifully fetches Dress Number Two. This one trades buttons for ribbons and he helps her step into it before lacing her up. “Is that right?”

He threads and pulls at silk, relishing in the fact that he’ll get to undo these same knots later. Rachel glances over her shoulder once more and says, “I’ve never read a single sonnet that made me feel the way I feel with you.”

And it ain’t fair, the way she looks at him. Like she’s somehow known the whole time. Like she knows everything, and he’s got a lot of catching up to do. Fine, then. He’s more than happy to make up for lost time, and he starts with a kiss—not their first as husband and wife, but certainly their best so far, with plenty more to follow.

They’re late to dinner, but Rachel Morgan seems to glow when she finally enters the ballroom in her second gown of the night. The room cheers, Abby gives a speech, and Matt’s pops says a prayer before dinner.

_____

“Dance with me.”

“Not much of a dancer.”

“You’ll dance with me, though.”

When it comes to Abigail Cameron, there’s not much Matt won’t do. Unfortunately, no one knows this better than Abby herself. She’s smiling that monumental smile of hers, hands falling to either side of his lapel as she steps into time and pulls him right along with her. Together they fall into the sway of an Elton John song, not quite a ballad, not quite rock and roll.

Their practiced ballroom steps feel familiar after spending so much time dancing across the world. “This is the part,” she says, “where you tell me how pretty I look.”

“You do,” he says, and he means it. He’s always thought so, since she first strutted into his life. She’s a good looking girl in a good looking dress, every part of her carefully curated to draw the eye. “I like the dress.”

“It has pockets,” she points out.

“Very handy,” he says.

“Matt, we’re family now,” she says. “You’re going to have to get more excited about my dress pockets. It’s what family does.”

With nothing more than the shape of her step, Matt senses a twirl coming on and he sets her up with ease. He spins her not just once, but twice, because Abby always likes to go for a little extra flair. “We’ve been family for a while now, I think,” he says, pulling her back into their shared frame. “I think you knew, even back then.”

“Back when you were a true-blue farm boy who’d never seen a woman before?” she says with a doting look. “I’ll take credit for a lot, but I can’t take credit for that one. Truth be told, I expected to burn through you as quickly as I burned through all the others. I had no idea what you’d eventually mean to me. To her.”

Abby doesn’t say her name, but even so, Matt can’t help but glance toward Rachel, standing on the far side of the room and chatting with the Secretary of Transportation. The whole night has been like that—finding Rachel, wherever she may be. Landing on her. Lingering.

It must be the same for her because she turns, as though she feels his eyes on her. Catches his glance. Beams.

“When was it?” he asks, prying his eyes back toward Abby. “When did you know?”

Abby studies him, debating. Matt is trusted with Pentagon secrets and espionage of the highest international order, but still she searches his features as though she’s not quite sure he’s ready to hear the truth. “Long before either of you,” she says. “That’s for sure.”

“Abby—”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I have a sisterly duty to uphold a longstanding tradition between bridesmaids and groomsmen.”

“There’s only one groomsman,” Matt reminds her. “And it’s Joe.”

“Isn’t that interesting?”

“When did you know?” he tries again, grabbing hold of her arm before she can step away, and again, she holds her tongue. Tests the answer in her head.

Finally, she lets a softer smile slip. “The first time you called her, instead of calling me.”

There’s something bittersweet in her tone, which Matt only hears because it’s Abby. He’s known her longer than just about anyone here, enough to know that she wants to be wanted. That she stands with the sort of confidence that comes from other people, rather than someplace deep within herself. For Abby, Matt is the one who got away—not in the traditional sense, but rather, in the sense that Matt stopped needing Abby before she stopped needing him. 

Him, getting away from her. What a world.

So he says, with a smile all his own, “Thank you for trying to burn me, way back when.”

She tuts, a manicured hand reaching toward his cheek where she leaves two farewell pats. “Anytime, hot stuff.”

From the surrounding speakers, Elton John turns to Cindy Lauper. Matt is quickly left in the dust as Abby squeals, turns toward Rachel, and races across the room to pull her onto the dance floor next. The two of them find the center of a dance circle made entirely of women, screaming along to “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” 

_____

Matt slides a glass of good scotch across a bar top. “Thanks again,” he says, “for flying my folks out.”

Henry Cameron catches the scotch at the bar’s end. He doesn’t spare a glance for it, too caught up in watching his girls dance. “A mother should get to see her only son’s wedding,” he says. “And your mother, in particular, is a delight—is it possible my guest room is somehow cleaner than it was the day she arrived?”

“Yessir, that’ll be my mama,” Matt says, ordering a glass of scotch for himself. “I appreciate the accommodations.”

“She may stay as long as she likes,” he says. “And your father was asking about some of the memorials. I thought I might take them downtown while they’re here, if that’s alright with you?”

His parents have a three-week stretch in DC and while he knew the Cameron Estate would take good care of them, he never expected the man of the house to personally show them the sights. “Yeah,” he says, a little too quickly. “Yes, absolutely—you should know, though, that my pops has a hard time walking long distances. He won’t say anything about it, but he’s had a limp since he first came home and he’s never managed to shake it. And my mama—”

Henry lifts a single hand, finally shifting his gaze to Matt. “Rest assured they’ll be well taken care of while you’re away,” he says. “I have a connection or two, when it comes to touring the Mall.”

Matt’s got no doubt. If there’s one thing he’s learned about Henry over the past few years, it’s that he has a connection for everything. “Okay,” he says. “Thank you.”

Henry’s attention falls back to his girls. The space between them seems to grow as Matt runs out of words, opting instead to take a sip from his drink as it arrives. Their relationship begins and ends with the Circle of Cavan, and this hardly seems like the time to talk strategy.

“I suppose it’s the least I can do,” Henry finally says. “You make my girls happy, and for that I owe you a great deal.”

Matt follows his look across the dance floor to find the sisters now dancing arm-in-arm to a ballad, talking and giggling through the slow waltzy rhythm. Rachel swipes dirt from Abby’s dress. Abby fixes one of Rachel’s wayward daisies. They both laugh at a joke Matt can’t hear from this far away. “They make me better,” he admits. “They’ve taken care of me. And I reckon it’s my turn to take care of them.”

Henry nods, in that sage way he passed along to his eldest. “I know that,” he says. “I know you’re going to try, anyway.”

This catches his ear. “Try, sir?”

Henry sips back the last of his drink, letting the glass land hallow on the bar. “Have you given any thought to how you’re going to keep your lives separate?” he asks. “Your life with her”—he casts a glance toward Rachel, then swiftly shifts towards Joe—”versus your life with him?”

Little does Henry know, Matt’s been asking this same question since stitching up Joe in an Italian bathroom, but he’s right. Matt feels it, too. There’s a disconnect between his dreams—between wanting to keep Joe out of his past, and diving straight into a future with Rachel. No matter how many times Matt turns the options over in his head, they end up overlapping. “Every night,” Matt tells him. “Right after I close my eyes, and just before I fall asleep.”

Familiarity creeps into Henry’s expression, and Matt can’t tell if that’s a good thing. “That feeling,” he says, “never, ever goes away.”

For years, Henry has served as Matt’s barometer for what this case can do to good men after chasing it for a very long time. By and large, all those extra years come with benefits—contacts, authority, expertise. But every so often, Matt spots a shadow below Henry’s eyes, signaling some bone-deep exhaustion that feels more and more inevitable every time Matt sees it.

“Promise me this,” says Henry. “Promise me that no matter how long this goes, no matter how close you get—you prioritize her. You make sure she’s safe, above all else.”

Matt considers this. Nods once, definitive. Seems like a fair enough request. Taking the final sip from his own glass, Matt promises, “‘Til death do us part.”

_____

“You know,” says Matt, voice raised over the roar of turbine engines. “My pops gave me all kinds of grief about taking a private jet.”

“What’s the matter?” Rachel calls back. “Haven’t the people of Lake Hayfield ever seen a private plane?”

“I dunno about Lake Hayfield,” says Matt, taking her roller bag to carry up the steps. “But I’ll tell you what, the people of Hay Springs sure haven’t.” 

In a career where jetsetting and globetrotting are commonplace, the only real vacation is spent at home among familiar sights, sounds, and textures. Rather than spend their honeymoon looking over their shoulders in a foreign country, Matt and Rachel decide to keep things domestic, where they can afford to be entirely single-minded about the next few weeks. Someplace safe. Someplace they don’t have to think about.

The apartment, they decided, was out of the question. While Joe may be a discrete and quiet roommate, Matt intends to do some downright indiscreet things to Rachel that will make her anything but quiet. And because he also has no desire to do so under Henry Cameron’s roof, her place was booted off the list just as quickly. 

“Your father’s flown private before, hasn’t he?” she asks.

Matt doesn’t know how to break it to her, that normal people don’t ever see the inside of a private jet. “Not unless you count an Army flier.”

This sends her lips into a puzzled frown, and Matt just wants to kiss them straight.

After some back-and-forth, Matt convinced his folks to spare the one and only home he’s got left. It’s a trade, of sorts. His parents finally make a long-awaited trip to DC, courtesy of the Cameron Estate, while he and Rachel take the ranch. All he had to do was promise to watch the wheat and let the animals out every morning.

Rachel was less enthusiastic about the animals, but Matt’s certain she’ll come around when she sees the first sunset across the plains.

“We should send him back on the jet,” Rachel offers.

“I love you,” he says, “but my pops would sooner die than show up back home in one of these things.”

Matt’s only proven right when he steps into the cabin, finished with fine woods and leathers. A bottle of Champagne waits for them on ice, the label written in French and the vintage starting with an eighteen. The smell of steak fills the air, which is a relief to his grumbling stomach because even though he paid for most of the wedding food, he somehow didn’t eat much of it. It’s the last taste of luxury they’ll have for the next few weeks, so he vows to enjoy every second of it.

He stows her bag, then his. Pops the Champagne, then pours both of them a glass. She holds out her flute toward his, crystal chiming as their glasses clink, and they sip. Take a breath. With the taste of grapes on his lips, he kisses her the same way he has all night, just so damn lucky to be here.

“You know,” he says, barely pulling away. “I’ve always wondered—”

“Matthew,” she scolds.

“I haven’t even said it yet.”

She falls into her seat, digging for the buckle to strap herself in. There’s a subtle edge to her foreboding glance. The one that begs him to challenge her. “You didn’t have to,” she says. “It’s an eight hour flight. We can wait.”

“I’m not saying we have to go for the home run,” he teases, dropping to his place just at her front, down on his knees for her, just as he always seems to be. “Just that if you let me warm up my throwing arm now, I might be able to pitch a perfect game later.”

She laughs, short and haughty and delighted. Her hand falls into his hair, scratching warm streaks into his scalp. “You hate pitchers,” she reminds him.

“I’ve got a third-base metaphor I could use instead.”

“Matthew.”

“Alright, alright,” he says. She’s still wearing her final dress, the shortest of the three. It was made for dancing, and the alternative benefits are a nice bonus. “I can scrounge up a golf metaphor instead.”

“You,” she says, taking another sip of Champagne, “are a smartmouth.”

“Agreed,” he says, just as his fingertips find the lace on her stockings. His lips follow close behind, landing along the hem as his wide eyes search for her answering smile. “So how about we see what else my mouth can do, hmm?”

Another laugh. A lifetime of her laugh. It sends his stomach twisting in all the best ways.

Two of her fingers find his chin, lifting his head up to look at her properly. “Buckle up, so we can take off,” she tells him. “And when we’re in the air, you can help me get this dress off. Fair?”

Now it’s his turn to smile, but he doesn’t hold it long before Rachel’s lips are on his, a smile of her own sneaking in.

[nether-cat26]

College Armpit Fetish Tickling Story

This is an armpit fetish tickling made by Nether Cat. It is a work of fiction, but the character Audrey is based off of a real friend I had. Hope everyone who reads this enjoys!

It was a warm summer day in the Philippines like it always was, and the air conditioning worked in the college classroom of the University where I was attending. While half-heartedly listening to the teacher’s lecture I tiredly looked over to my other classmates. It was the final subject of the day, and all of us were just anticipating for it to end. As my eyes scanned the classroom, I met the eyes of my friend Audrey. She smiled at me and gave me a little nod before facing forward again towards the professor. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to make me smile and give me energy to pay attention to the lecture. Audrey was a recent friend I made. Having an interest in dancing, I joined the small dance crew we had for our course. As you may have already guessed, my new found friend was one of the members. She was graceful and was in great shape. You could tell even when she was wearing her uniform. Not only that, but she was very kind. Easy to get along with. I guess that’s why we became fast friends. Not only that, we just recently found out we were neighbors. I was new in town, so I hadn’t really met the people who lived near my house. It was a great surprise when I found out she lived just across the street.

Even though I tried my best to maintain my focus in class, I found my eyes would always somehow wander towards Audrey. She had long black hair, and slightly tanned skin. She wore a loose-fitting uniform but she was by no means skinny. She was a dancer so her body was pretty toned. I watched a drop of sweat come down her face slowly. Without missing a beat, Audrey wiped it off and decided to tie her hair. At that moment, I was just at the right angle. As her elbows pointed upwards, the opening of her sleeve came into view. I could see her armpit directly, hollowing and stretching as she tied her hair. There was a slight sheen of sweat that coated it and not a single strand of hair to be seen. Being a person with an armpit fetish, that turned me on a lot. The skin was so white, as if it had never been exposed to the sun before. I felt the blood rush to my crotch and I thought to myself immediately that I wanted to touch it. I suddenly felt wide awake and I adjusted the way I sat so that my erection wouldn’t show through my uniform. I couldn’t pay attention to the lecture anymore after that. All I could think about was the first time I had ever seen Audrey’s perfect armpit.

After the lecture, the teacher finally dismissed the class. It was about time; everybody was tired from the sweltering heat. I walked over to Audrey.

“Finally, class is over.” Said Audrey. “Are you ready for practice?” She asked in a cute but excited tone.

I gave her a warm smile and said

“Of course. I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

We changed out of our uniforms and into more comfortable clothing. I had on some jogging pants and a T shirt. Audrey decided to go with some legging shorts and a hoodie that she kept unzipped. Underneath it, I could see she had on a tank top. I wished she would take off her hoodie, but I already knew she never really does that.

We stretched and warmed up until our choreographer Aron arrived. We would be learning a new choreography today that we would perform for an upcoming competition.

“Okay, everyone together” Aron said loudly.

With that, all the members present lined up closer so that we would hear what our Choreographer had to say.

“This upcoming competition, we should go all out and try to win it. Especially since some of the seniors here will be graduating this year, let’s give them a great memory before they leave.” Exclaimed Aron.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Of course, we had fire in our hearts. Everyone present loved to dance, and we were a closely knit crew. With that said, we all shared the same consensus and the drive to win.

“For the opening part, it will be a solo of 2 people. Audrey is the best dancer in terms of females, and she’ll need a partner that will match her height. Audrey, pick one of the male members who you think you’ll be able to do well with.” Said the young choreographer.

Audrey looked around with a pondering expression. It took her a while to look around until her eyes focused on me.

“I think Nether would do a good job. He’s slightly taller than me, and we have good chemistry when we dance together.” Declared Audrey.

My heart skipped a beat when she said those words. Of course, I was hoping to dance up close and personal with Audrey, but I didn’t keep my hopes up since I was fairly new to the crew. I felt extremely lucky. With that, I was chosen as Audrey’s partner.

The dance started off with me standing behind Audrey the first step was for me to raise her right arm and to use the same hand to stroke down her arm all the way through her armpit area. When I found out, I knew lady luck was smiling down upon me. The thought of caressing Audrey’s underarm area with only a thin layer of cloth in between was maddening.

So I did as I was told to do. In an elegant manner I took hold of Audrey’s small right hand and gently raised it to the sky. After wards I let go, with my fingers and gently went down to her elbow making sure to gently keep contact with her arm using my fingers. As the music went on, I continued down her arm and went straight into her armpit. I felt Audrey flinch as I did. “Is she ticklish here?” I thought to myself. I found it very cute. If that was the case then I definitely wanted to tickle her there for as long as she could handle it.

We went through the motion a couple more times. In my head I praised the choreographer for allowing me to endlessly caress Audrey’s armpit with every repetition we did. It took a while before we got the movement in a way where Aron was satisfied and then we took a break.

I was sweating like crazy. Not because the dance was difficult, but because I was trying to suppress my urges and emotions. I had to stand close to Audrey so if I ended up getting an erection, she would feel it behind her for sure. It was mentally taxing yet the feeling was so rewarding. Suddenly Audrey pulled me to the side.

“What am I gonna do Nether?” Audrey said worriedly. “I’m so ticklish under my armpit it’s unbelievable. I can’t get used to it no matter how many times we repeated.”

This remark piqued my interest. As I thought she really was ticklish… and even though the sleeve of her hoodie prevented the direct contact.

“You have to endure it Audrey! It’ll be obvious if I don’t do it properly. We’ll lose the emotion of the dance and we’re trying to win this thing! You can do this.” I encouraged her. Of course, I knew even if I was to ease up a bit, not many people would notice. This however was not something I wanted to do, and I definitely wanted Audrey to know that I was determined to do this “Properly”.

Looking at my determination, Audrey seemed to have lit a fire in her.

“You’re right! We’re trying to win this. I can’t hold back our crew just because I’m ticklish.” She said.

She really was a kind person. I loved this about her. Knowing that she’s super ticklish under her armpits though, I wanted to touch it directly oh so badly. I thought to myself on how I was going to convince her to remove her hoodie. It was then that it dawned onto me.

About a week ago before we even had a choreography, we decided to choose our performance outfits. I went through a great deal of effort to set things up and convince the crew that we should have a bit of a modern “Street style” type of performance outfit since hip hop was going to be our main event. I showed them many dance performance videos and managed to convince them that the females could wear black bras and camo pants with combat boots while the males wore the exact same thing except with black t- shirts. I was quite proud because I knew the armpit exposures would be excellent.

Due to this situation, I knew I could convince Audrey to take off her hoodie for good during practice.

“Audrey!” I called out.

She turned with a surprised expression and came back closer to me.

“I just realized the girl’s performance outfits are all sleeveless.” I told her.

Audrey’s eyes went wide as she realized the skin of her ticklish hollows would be out and completely vulnerable during the performance.

“Oh no… How am I gonna perform properly… I can hardly stand it with my sleeves!” she worriedly exclaimed.

I put my hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s okay.” I reassured her. “You just have to practice. We have many months to go, I’m sure you can get it by then. For now, just take off your hoodie. It’s probably better to practice it with direct exposure starting from now until the performance. What do you think?” I asked.

She thought about it for a moment and then said.

“You’re right. It’ll bring more problems if I’m not used to it by the time of the competition. The earlier I face it, the better.”

With that, Audrey removed her hoodie revealing a black Cami tank top underneath. Her beautiful succulent arms finally revealed and her unbelievably sensitive armpits were now vulnerable to my touch all through rehearsal. I was heated just thinking about it.

Since our break was over, we went onto do that beginning part one more time. With that I raised Audrey’s bare arm straight above her head. I took a moment to look closely at her armpit. There was a a coat of sweat that made her armpits glisten a little. There was a slightly sour scent which was natural since we had gone through the entire school day in the sweltering heat. It was more impressive actually that the scent wasn’t very strong. There was also a mix of the scent of powder. If she was able to shower, I’m sure she would have such a refreshing smell. There were a few lines in her hollow, but they were hardly visible when the skin was taut. Just like the way I did earlier I let go of her hand and let my fingers travel down to her elbow. It was the first time I touched her bare skin. Oh, how I wanted to just go straight down into her armpit but I had to be patient. If I made my excitement to obvious, I might be labeled as a pervert taking my chances. From her elbow my fingers glided to her upper arm steadily. I felt Audrey become more tense as did I. The excitement was driving me crazy. It hadn’t felt so slow before but right now it seemed like time had come to a halt. Was the music always this slow? I kept my eyes on her exposed underarm and Audrey’s eyes were understandably shut tightly. I breathed in so I could take in her scent even more and I questioned the reason as to why I had such a rare fetish… but at the same time I felt extremely lucky because if I didn’t, this situation wouldn’t nearly be as special to me. At long last, my fingers entered Audrey’s armpit and the softness was indescribable. She had just the right amount of fat in her armpit to make it feel as tender and soft as a memory foam pillow. Not only that but the skin itself was unbelievably smooth. Not a single strand of hair could be found on the clean skin. The sweat only made it softer. Immediately Audrey fell to the floor laughing hard. I looked at my hand discreetly and resisted the urge to put it to my face. After a great deal of self-control snapped myself out of it and helped Audrey back onto her feet.

“Wow that tickled SO much!” Audrey said with a surprised look on her face. “I didn’t think it would tickle that much!”

Aron gave a slightly annoyed look and just said she’ll have to get used to it by the time of the competition and that we would move on to the next part before our practice ended.

The next part of our solo (Because that intro had actually only been a couple seconds long) was a bit of a tango to a hip-hop style beat.

“Take her left hand and hold it in yours with your palm facing up, Nether” instructed Aron. “As the guy you’ll be leading her into this tango. Audrey, take your left hand and put it on his shoulder. Make sure to keep that elbow up. Otherwise, it will look sloppy.”

Audrey did as she was told. Of course, Audrey could most likely do this dance very easily if she wasn’t so ticklish. She had done many more intricate choreographies than this one. It was as Aron said, Audrey was the best dancer among the females. This wasn’t a small feat. Instinctively, I put my hand on Audrey’s waist. Aron frowned.

“No Nether, you don’t put your hand on her waist. You only do that in a waltz. This is a tango. Bring your hand up higher. Pretty much at her armpit. Bring your elbow up too right under hers.” Explained Aron.

I almost gasped in disbelief at my luck. I thought in my head “Thank you Aron, you will forever be my idol.”. As I looked at Audrey though, her eyes were wide with worry. Her expression made me hesitate. I put my hand on her side right before it touched her succulent exposed hollow. She gave a sigh of relief, but Aron wasn’t satisfied.

“No, really shove your hand up her armpit. Don’t be scared of it.” Aron told me. He took my hand and paced it himself onto the delicate softness of Audrey’s armpit. She stifled a laugh. And her elbows went down a little. Aron then swiftly pushed her elbow back up causing the muscles in her armpit to hollow slightly under my fingers. I did my best to not move my fingers. It was nearly impossible to prevent myself from exploring that ticklish hollow, but somehow, I pulled through. It was an amazing feeling though. The soft skin was amazing. It gave way to my fingers at even the slightest pressure. Every now and then during the dance, I would move my finger slightly and accidentally just to feel any new part that I could without Audrey noticing, but she flinched every single time. She could feel every single small movement that I made. Her sweat slowly trickled down to my fingers. The more she tried to control the ticklish feeling the more it made her sweat. I knew her armpits would be slick and slippery if I decided to tickle it right then and there… but I didn’t. Slowly but surly we made it through the choreography. I was hard as a rock the entire time praying as hard as I could that no one would see my erection. I focused hard trying to feel every little sensation on my fingers while trying not to mess up.

“You guys are a little stiff, but I think this is good for the first day.” Aron said.

I was impressed with Audrey. Being as ticklish as she was, her skill as a dancer never ceased to amaze me. I gave her a high five making sure put it up a little higher just so I could get another glimpse of her armpit.

“That’s all for today. Everyone dismissed.” Said Aron.

Audrey and I grabbed our things and headed outside. The jeepney ride home was fairly quiet and both of us had been through a roller coaster of emotions today. I sat across from Audrey who had decided to keep her hoodie off since it was warm anyways. She held on to the railing on top of the jeep and was nearly falling asleep. I stared at her exposed armpit freely the entire ride home. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was today. I always wanted to see what her underarms looked like, and I was given so many glimpses today and even got to touch it. I would definitely think about all of that before I went to sleep today. I woke Audrey up at our stop. We got off the jeep, said our goodbyes and went into our separate houses. I couldn’t get Audrey off my mind that night. Let’s just say I slept very well.

After that day, we continued rehearsals the way we did. As she promised, Audrey wore sleeveless clothes every day, endlessly showing off her beautiful armpits. I touched them countless times and somehow neither of us ever got used to it. I swear her under arms felt softer and softer with each touch I gave them. Maybe it was because she wasn’t tensing up as much, but she still had plenty of urges to laugh whenever my I made contact. It was crazy how much my urge to just straight up tickle her grew. Time flew by quickly and before we knew it there was only one month before the competition. Audrey became flustered

That day on our ride home, Audrey raised her arm and clutched the railing on the roof of the jeep like she always did. My eyes fixated on the exposed skin under her arm. All of a sudden, she called my name.

“Nether. Can you come over to my house later? I need your help with something.”

I gave a surprised expression, but I nodded in agreement. After we went into our separate houses I freshened up and waited for her to give me the signal to come over. Not too long after my phone vibrated. Sure enough, it was a text from Audrey, letting me know I could come over now. I nervously stood up, got out of my house and walked across the street. The air felt brisk as endless thoughts ran through my head. I wondered what Audrey needed help with. I knocked on her door, and she quickly opened it to let me in. Her house was an old style one. I was surprised with how much it smelled like her. I knew just by the sheer number of times that I smelled her armpits. At this time, Audrey was wearing a sports bra with large arm holes and some short shorts made of some pajama like cloth. She looked stunning in such a casual attire and not even a hint of make-up. I couldn’t believe how naturally beautiful she was. I especially noted how soft her skin looked. Her hair was wet and I could tell she had just taken a shower. Practice always took place after school so whenever I saw her change into something that wasn’t her uniform, she was already tired and had been sweating through the day. The plumpness of her skin was definitely a sight to behold.

I finally regained my composure and asked Audrey

“What did you need my help with?”

“Well... You know the competition is in a month, yet I don’t feel any less ticklish at all. I don’t think we’re addressing the problem directly enough.” Audrey replied.

“Hmmm. So do you want to practice more here at the house?” I suggested.

“No.” Audrey promptly replied. “It might be a weird request, but can you just directly tickle me under my arms?”

I was taken aback by the question. Absolutely baffled. I wondered if I had saved the world in my past life in order to get lucky like this. Or maybe I used up all my luck in this life. Either way I was so stunned I couldn’t speak. Audrey looked at me worriedly.

“I know it’s an odd request! It’s not exactly pleasant to touch someone’s armpit so much either! I know I sweat a lot and since you’ve had your face in my armpit more than anyone else the past couple months you might be tired of my smell too! But that’s why I made sure to shower and wash really well before you came over. I even put on some lotion! So please, help me out Nether!” Audrey exclaimed.

It seemed my stunned expression caused a misunderstanding. None of that was true. Audrey’s perfect succulent armpits were extremely pleasant to touch. I considered myself lucky to have the honor of touching them so often. Her sweat never really smelled bad. In fact, it was impressive how little of a scent it had considering how much the heat of the Philippines made people sweat all day not to mention how much we were dancing. I moved closer to her and caught the scent of something different too. That must be the lotion she was talking about. It also dawned onto me as to why she wore something with such daringly large arm holes. She purposely wore it so her armpits would be wide open. I looked Audrey in the eyes and told her

“No worries Audrey, there’s no problem at all. I promise I’ll do my absolute best to help you out.” I replied.

Audrey then took me to her room. There was nobody else home so it was the perfect opportunity. I was surprised about how much Audrey trusted me in her house. I hoped that she wouldn’t allow this with any other guy besides me… because not all of them will respect her boundaries the way I did. Or maybe I was just so far into the friend zone that she didn’t event think of me as a guy anymore. That thought made me sad, but I dismissed it because I was still too happy about the current situation.

Audrey went over to the chair near her bed and sat down. She raised her arms up and revealed those beautiful plump armpits of hers. I went over to her bed and sat down next to and slightly behind her. Seeing her pits up close and personal immediately made me hard. Her armpit just had 2 lines that you could barely see. Looking closely, I could hardly even see any pores. It had a faintly sweet scent that must have been the lotion she was talking about. I took my hand and stroked her right armpit. I traced the crease where her armpit must have been folded whenever her arms were down. Audrey flinched as response as if a wave of electricity hit her. As she jerked back her underarms hollowed inwards as she resisted the urge to put her arms down. Musical laughter came out of Audrey as she fought valiantly her own responses to her sensitivities. With that being said, my other hand joined in scribbling and moving every which way they could, dancing across the surface of the soft, plump, ticklish skin. Audrey quickly threw her toned arms down trapping my fingers under her arms and howled with uncontrollable laughter together with squeals and shouts that surprised probably even her. Despite using all her strength to protect her armpits, her “Clamp” did not hurt me at all. Her armpits were actually so soft that it actually gave way to my fingers. In fact, I felt like my fingers were rougher than her smooth armpits. I forced my fingers upwards and wiggled them around like my life depended on it. Audrey threw her head back and tried to twist my fingers out of her sensitive hollows to no avail. I had only slightly scratched the creases of her armpits during our dances while her arm rested on my shoulder while we tangoed, but this time I was free to explore the silky contours of her armpits. Amazingly though, Audrey still tried to open her pit’s up by slightly moving her elbows away from her body. It was a meager effort, and she could hardly even open her pit up at all, but it was enough for me to force my fingers in a different position. I thrust my thumbs into her hollows as they were exempted from the action before and pinched the meaty crease of her armpit that became revealed as her arm slightly went up. Pinching over and over tickled her a lot causing new notes of laughter to erupt from Audrey and inevitably clamping her arms shut again. This time though, my thumbs were inside. I used the knuckles of my thumbs to drive inwards towards her breast while pinching the crease of Audrey’s pits. From prior experience, I knew she could feel every little movement in her underarms so I knew she felt both movements.

“OH SHIT! OH SHIT!!!!!!” Laughed Audrey as she finally fell forward off her chair onto the floor where I couldn’t reach her.

Audrey continued to laugh even though I wasn’t tickling her anymore. Her shoulders shook as she laughed and she kept her elbows tightly against her body. Honestly her sports bra really did nothing to protect her sensitive armpits. Again, I looked at my hands and was amazed with how utterly soft her armpits were. When I stroked them, they were like actual silk, but yet plump. I loved the way they felt and I hungered for more. I knew better though, and I didn’t push my luck.

“Audrey are you okay?” I asked quickly.

She let out a few tired giggles and stated “My armpits are way more sensitive than I thought. Or maybe you’re just good at tickling them? Maybe both? Either way I can’t keep my arms up at all. Maybe I can try holding onto something?”

I laugh and nodded, but hesitated. If I was going to really tickle her without reserve, she needed to be immobilized.

“Do you trust me, Audrey?’ I asked daringly.

This caught her by surprise, but she nodded in response.

“In that case, I think we should tie you up.” I said.

I braced myself for her vehement rejection but to my surprise, she thought about it, and said

“Okay, I think that might be the best answer.”

My eyes widened and I almost couldn’t hide my excitement. We found some rope and moved over to her living room. I took her to the couch which was fairly big. When she sat down, I went behind her and told her to bring her arms straight out to her sides and rest them on the back of the couch. Audrey complied yet again revealing her sensitive skin. Her arm holes did well to present her 2 hollows. I stared at them for a bit. This gave them a nice shape too. Different from when she had her arms straight up. The skin wasn’t as taut so it accentuated the lines of her armpits. It gave it a deeper hollow as well. It was a nice little touch. It seemed like there were and endless number of observations I could make about Audrey’s armpits… and with every observation, created more things that I liked about Audrey’s armpit. I would never tell her that though.

Behind the cushions of the couch, was a convenient wooden frame that I could secure Audrey’s delicate but strong arms to. I tied at her bicep area and then wrist. I also secured her waist to the frame, having the rope go in between the couch cushions. She had a habit of twisting and turning when she couldn’t move her arms, and I really wanted to minimize that. Afterwards, I admired my handiwork.

“Try pulling at the ties” I told Audrey.

I wanted to make sure that she couldn’t escape.

She tugged at the ties. I watched the curve of her armpits become deeper. I was amazed at how there really was no hair at all there. Getting a straight on view, my eyes could visualize the entirety of her wide-open armpits.

As I intended, she couldn’t move an inch.

“Are you ready?” I asked Audrey.

“I think I – “Audrey started, but she got interrupted my wiggling finger tracing the newly accentuated lines of her open left pit.

I stroked the lines up and down making Audrey giggle endlessly. The softness was still surprised me. It seemed softer than before. Was it because it wasn’t stretched as much? Or maybe from the sweat. I became addicted to the way it felt. I watched her armpit hollow once more and my curious fingers went in to explore the depths of that hollow. This action made her flinch and brought her laughter a pitch higher than a couple seconds ago. I wanted to fully experience the contour so I first used the tip of my index finger. I poked and wiggled around the sensitive dip of her armpit and repeated it one by one with every single one of my 10 fingers making sure I understood the sensation with all of them. With each prod and stroke, Audrey exploded with a tremendous amount of laughter. The sound was like music to my ears. Her sweat was building up but I wiped it off quickly with my fingers. The it added a sleeker lubrication so my fingers sped up.

Audrey tugged at the bonds to no avail as she exploded with more uncontrollable laughter. Tossing her head back and forth, her eyes were shut tightly. I could see her face becoming redder as she laughed harder and harder. I took a look at her hands and they were balled tightly into fists. The dancer’s knuckles becoming white with how much she squeezed her hands. It was as if she was holding on for dear life. I would never let anything bad happen to her though. As I enjoyed my thorough exploration of Audrey’s left pit, I noticed my fingers were all fighting for a place to be. It was difficult to fit them all in. Then I realized something important.

Just as I had 2 hands, Audrey had 2 EXTREMELY sensitive armpits.

As I came to this realization, I straddled myself onto Audrey’s lap which proved to immobilize her even more. The fingers of my left hand then proceeded to enter Audrey’s much neglected, right armpit.

“OH SHIT!” Audrey screamed at the top of her lungs.

That phrase seemed to be her go to phrase when the sensation was becoming seriously unbearable. Maybe she forgot that she had another crazy ticklish armpit… or maybe she was hoping that I wouldn’t notice. My fingers went into full gallop. Going to the top of her armpit all the way to where her sides and armpit meet. With every hollow, I made sure to completely let my fingers agonizingly drag through just to let her know that I won’t miss even an inch of her pit while it deepened. After that, I curled my fingers in and used the knuckles of my pointer fingers and massaged in a circular motion into the perfect centers of her armpits.

Audrey absolutely lost herself in laughter. Her shoulders hunched upwards looking for any way to escape my prodding fingers. Unfortunately for her, such an escape did not escape. Her laughter finally began to be silent. It would rise in pitch, become silent, and come back. She gasped for air but she could hardly take in any before her uncontrollable laughter came back again. I continued my mischievous massage for a while longer before giving Audrey a break. Her hair had become messy and her face had become sweaty. Actually, it wasn’t just her face, her entire body was covered with sweat. I looked at her shoulders right above her open armpits and it gave a glossy sheen as if it wanted to accentuate how smooth the skin was. Then I looked at her armpit slightly pink from the previous onslaught of my fingers. It was so smooth that it shined too. I could tell Audrey was tired because her relaxed armpit gave a different shape as well. It looked more open… maybe a little more stretched. The lines were a little more wrinkled and the curvy part of her underarm just stayed in its perfect shape. A sight to behold for all armpit lovers around the world. With how much I stared, I guess my face had inched closer to her sensitive hollows.

“Ugh, my armpits must smell so bad right now.” Audrey said sadly.

She made sure to take a shower before I came, and I just realized that Audrey must have been self-conscious about the way she smelled all this time. I wanted to reassure her that she had nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I had dreamed of getting a whiff of her armpit ever since I met her.

I nuzzled my nose into the curve of her armpit and inhaled her scent deeply. She still smelled fresh. Not even a hint of sourness this time, it smelled like…her. A slightly sweet, powdery scent mixed with a little bit of natural body odor.

“No, you’ve never smelled bad. Actually, you could even say I love the way you smell.” I said while I tickled her armpit using my nose.

Audrey giggled and said

“Well thank you very much, I guess!.”

I pulled back and said

“So if you say anymore nonsense, I’ll tickle you even more!” I said while giving her smooth armpits a quick scribble.

Audrey gave me a beautiful giggle and smiled. I guess she liked that.

“You would tickle me anyways. You didn’t even let me finish what I was saying earlier before you started tickling me!”

I laughed at her remark. I didn’t say anything in return. She was right after all.

I looked around and found a bottle of lotion on her living room table. I picked it up and brought it up to my nose. This was the scent Audrey was giving off earlier.

“This is the lotion you used right?” I asked.

Audrey nodded her head. With that, applied it onto my hands and I slowly slid it into the hollows of Audrey’s arms

“Oh my gosh!” squealed Audrey as the familiar sound of her hard laughter resumed.

I slid my lotion clad fingers from the top of her armpit making sure to use my finger tips as much as I could. I dragged my fingers from the outskirts of her armpit, past the lines all the way to the middle. I made sure to put in pressure right at the points of my fingers and her skin easily gave way to it.

“Ughhhhhh” said Audrey in between her giggles as I went through this motion. As I got to the center, Audrey’s pit hollowed once more and that’s where I drew circles with the lotion interchanging between the tips of my fingers and my thumbs. This caused Audrey to close her eyes again and shriek with high pitched laughter. I never thought such perfect armpits would be so ticklish. They deserved to be exposed all the time, yet they made her so vulnerable. Then again, maybe the deserved to be tickled too. I continued on for about 10 minutes before I decided to finally untie Audrey and call it a day.

Once everything was settled, Audrey slumped back into the chair looking tired. She smiled at me and said

“Do you think this is gonna work Nether?”

“Yes, I think it’s working. During that last part, you were still laughing hard, but you weren’t thrashing as much. I don’t think you got any less ticklish, but I think it doesn’t make you as tense anymore.” I replied.

Her smile grew and she had a look of triumph about her.

“Awesome! Then let’s keep these sessions going until the tournament! If I’m not tense, I can dance well! Even if I laugh, nobody will be able to hear it over the loud music!” Audrey said.

With that, a look of triumph came about me, as I realized I would get to do this with Audrey every day! Afterwards, we said our goodbyes and I headed home. I went to bed happy and I definitely pleasured myself imagining all the events we went through today. I was happy have an armpit fetish.

As promised, I continued my days full of Audrey’s armpits. She always wore sleeveless clothing to dance rehearsals, and whenever we got home, we had tickle training sessions. We tried tying her in different ways. On the chair, on the bed, and one time even to the door. Any way we could bring her arms up and expose her armpits, we did it. Audrey seemed to be enjoying it more and more, or maybe she sensed that I enjoyed it too, and that joy spread to her. It was an armpit lover’s paradise. We went on and eventually it came to the day before the competition. I went over to Audrey’s house, and she was wearing a tank top. Sleeveless again as usual. Audrey welcomed me into her home and said

“Hey... I’ve been able to dance well despite how ticklish I am. Lets keep it light today, I don’t think you have to tie me. I don’t want to get tired before the competition, after all.”

Of course, I complied with her request. We went onto her bed and she laid down. I propped myself onto my elbow next to her and she raised her arms up. She revealed her 2 succulent meaty armpits again, and I was again stuck admiring them. I looked both of them up and down before slowly using my index finger and dragged it across her right armpit. She gave a giggle, but stayed relaxed, as if she welcomed the gentle entrance of my finger into her sensitive armpit. She looked at me and said

“You really like my armpits, don’t you? I can tell with the way you look at them.”

I gave her a look of surprise.

“I didn’t really know I was looking at them a particular way.” I stammered, trying to keep my cool. I pulled my hand back on instinct.

Audrey sensed that I had become a bit uncomfortable, and reassured me.

“Hey, it’s okay. I honestly love the way you look at them. Not that I particularly like anyone looking at my armpits, but it feels almost like… innocent, unconditional love. Anyways I know I was the one that asked you to do this in the first place. Maybe I’m wrong.”

She wasn’t wrong. I did love every bit it. In fact, it made me fall in love with her even more. She was just a crush before, but ever since my days became filled with her armpits I really felt like I had fallen in love.

“You’re not wrong, I think I really did grow to love your armpits.” I said.

This was a lie. I knew I had liked armpits from the moment I was born. I just didn’t want to seem like a weirdo who exploited her determination.

She giggled. “Well thank you for that, I guess. Maybe you grew to love me too, and not just my armpits?” Audrey said teasingly.

My eyes widened and I realized how objectifying what I just said was. I felt disgusted with the fact that I could have hurt Audrey’s feelings with my words. My own disgust gave me the ultimate courage.

“No of course I love more than just your armpits! I’ve completely fallen in love with you Audrey!” I declared.

I looked her straight in the eyes making sure she could see my determination. She covered her mouth in shock and looked like she was nearly about to cry.

“Nether I’ve been feeling the same way. Honestly, I picked you as my partner because I had been crushing on you. It wasn’t anything deep, but as our days of intimacy went by, my feelings grew. Suddenly, I found myself looking for you whenever we’re in the classroom… and happy whenever I saw you.” Said Audrey.

I related to what she said. Whenever I arrived to school first, I was constantly looking at the door waiting for Audrey to arrive. During our lectures, I stared at her from afar. When class ended, I became excited for dance practice knowing I would be close to her.

With that, I had the sudden urge to embrace Audrey. I followed my heart and she returned my embrace. We talked about our feelings a little more, and I had a fluttering feeling in my heart. We ended up becoming a couple after all that.

“Well now since we’ve gotten all that straightened out, let’s do what you came here to do.” Said Audrey.

She raised her arms once more, and I reveled yet again in the sight of my girlfriend’s perfect armpits. I looked at her face and sure enough she was looking at me directly in the eye with a knowing smile.

“Well from now on, you can do everything you want with my armpits can’t you?” she said slyly as she pulled at her armhole as if to present her armpit to me even more.

That movement incited a passion in me and I went down and tickled her with an onslaught of kisses in her exposed pit while sneakily giving it a sniff while I was at it. She giggled at the reaction and said

“Wow I never thought my armpits would receive your kisses before my lips!”

I took her wrists and brought them above her head.

“Be careful what you wish for.” I replied.

I kissed her lips passionately while tickling both of her soft armpits with my galloping fingers. Even though she wasn’t tied, she kept her arms up, easily allowing me to continue. She giggled endlessly while we kissed. That was a sensation I would never forget in my life. In fact, I never even knew such an amazing sensation existed until now.

With our happiness flowing, we completed our day by the time I woke up, it was the day of the competition. Everything went well. Me and Audrey had a new unbeatable chemistry in dance that we never had before. We danced the choreography perfectly. I even gave Audrey a few tickles while my fingers were nestled under her arms while we tangoed. She gave me a few giggles, but didn’t mess up the dance at all, but she gave me a look as if to tell me not to mess around right now. I looked at Aron who cheered us on from the crowd, and he had a look in his eyes that told me he was proud of how well we represented his work. It was the least I could do. I would forever thank Aron and promised I would pray for his well being until the day I died. He would never know this though.

After everything was finished, we managed to win the competition, further adding on to the memories we all would forever have. Later on in the future, our members would continue to stay friends even after our crew was disbanded. My armpit filled adventures with Audrey would continue and our future was filled with bright smiles and laughter… Literally.

The End.

This story is written by Nether Cat. I hope everyone who read this enjoyed it! For those wondering, about how the performance outfit looked, I'll post a picture of a selfie of the person who inspired Audrey's character on the specific performance day that inspired this story. Again, I've cropped out her face to keep her anonymous, but I hope this picture makes the story a bit more