#going to do/not going to do going forward. but it sucks to see this org taking a route like this now that theyve gotten more support yk
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“Coach Ted, how do you feel about group cohesion and dance breaks?”
thinking about random moments shared in the jamie tartt x psych major!reader fic i have in my head... just cute shit tbh
okay so the reader has been with the Richmond club for a solid few months, she’s a familiar face and friendly to the team but not super close with everybody, minus Colin and surprisingly,,, Jamie hehe
the team seems to be having a serious tie-streak going on, and they’re all kinda bummed by it
Ted’s obviously still Ted, unwavering winners mindset that basically means ‘do your best, give yourself a pat, shake it off, and repeat’ - with the addition of a smile ofc!
the reader has been doing readings for her org psych class and knows that raising group morale is necessary but also so so hard.
sometimes motivational speeches just don’t cut it yknow?? sometimes you gotta think outside of the box to fix the vibes and spread positivity
so there she is, standing in the coach’s office with a bluetooth speaker in her hand, nervously waiting for it to be her turn to speak
“Coach Ted,” she calls him in a manner that’s playful but still professional - he’s insisted on just Ted in the past and she’s complied but for serious conversations, she enjoys leading with a ‘subtle sense of professionalism’
“Coach Ted, how do you feel about group cohesion and dance breaks?” she asks, fiddling with the speaker in her hand
“Well darlin, I love a good flash mob. Gosh, those folks must keep in touch, right?” He directs his eyes to Beard, who peaks over his book and replies affirmingly, “a bond has been formed,” causing both you and Ted to smile
“Well, less flash mob but more like... a bi-weekly dance break?” she continues as Ted’s eyes land on her again. “I know the boys are bummed with the tie-streak and I was reading in my org psych textbook about the importance of autonomy in decorating our workspaces, and how group morale helps cohesion which’ll lead to better attitudes and hopefully better performance - not that our performance has been poor, it’s been great, I’m proud of the boys really! But, it sucks to see them bummed out...So maybe a twice-a-week-song-dance-break will lift spirits??”
she’s rambling. she’s nervous!! it’s a good idea tbh but still, sharing means being vulnerable and the potential of getting rejected
Ted politely waits for her to finish, nodding along and then grins, “sounds wonderful darlin! Hey, maybe you can get the boys to give some song suggestions to help with the whole autonomy thing you mentioned.”
she’s happy !! grinning as she steps out to the locker room, dragging out the whiteboard from the corner and scribbling in a lil corner of it
Jamie’s eyes follow her silently. truth be told, they followed her when she entered and disappeared into the coach’s office. but he smiles a lil seeing her grin at herself
when she’s done with the whiteboard, she calls for attention and lets the boys know to write down their suggestions, and she’ll choose two songs for the week randomly!! she emphasizes nervously that it should help according to her textbooks and Jamie is silently nodding, eyes drifting to her hands as she fiddles with the whiteboard marker
Dani is the first to speak, “pardon me, can it be Spanish songs too?” and she smiles really big, “anything you like!!”
Isaac adds, “yea bruv, I fuck wit Bad Bunny” and there’s a wave of approving noises from the rest
SO, the plan has been implemented, and it’s frickin working!!!
the boys always look forward to whose song is chosen - lots of rap, some taylor swift, Work Hard Play Hard makes them go nuts, some musical songs from Colin but it’s okay cause the lads are hyped over Hamilton
Ted gets into it!! dancing!! Dani and Jan Maas share an imaginary mic!! it’s great, but Jamie’s favourite part is seeing her join them in the locker rooms for every dance break grooving to the music
one day SHE chooses the song... “Keep Your Head Up” by Andy Grammer cause the team seemed extra tired and bummed
everyone’s like ??? who chose this?? she’s like ‘me. I did.’
she’s trying to break the tension, so she takes her imaginary mic and goes to Ted, then Colin, then Sam, and soon everyone’s into it - just happily singing and dancing
she somehow ends up next to Jamie, shoulders bumping. she’s swaying as she faces him, playfully mouthing the lyrics to him as he smiles with a slight blush (not that she notices cause she’s blushing too)
they’re both dancing close to each other, and she lightly pokes his chin when the song goes, “you gotta keep your head up”, reaching up to pull down his headband at, “and you can let your hair down,” grinning at him when he’s like ‘hey!! :o... >:)’
the song ends, and they’re still laughing at each other, holding hands...a bit longer than they should tbh hehehe. Jamie loves her energy and kindness, it matches his goofiness and makes him wanna be a better person
but anyways!!! they pull away, hoping no one notices.. some do but don’t say anything
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hi!! through your depiction of v + j as autistic, i've come to understand myself a bit better. after researching it, i'm 99% sure i'm autistic now. this explains A LOT of stuff about my life that i just couldn't understand for the life of me up to this point. i'm in my early 20s, and i'd always had this feeling i wasn't NT, but struggled a lot with imposter's syndrome. seeing myself in them like that so clearly unlocked something. now i'm working on understanding different types of autism, discovering how i mask, how it's affected me, etc... and working on healing in that regard. so i just wanted to say thank you. i'm having trouble articulating it in a concise way rn, but you have no idea the impact you've had on my life, completely unknowingly! THANK YOU
WAHHHH THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE...... holy shit anon good luck im taking your hand and shaking it so effusively now. This is by far the most positive effect i could ever hope for writing about them, I've had a similar experience recognizing things I did/felt in stories that featured autistic characters and it was really reaffirming to know I'm not alone!!! I'm glad you could find out more about yourself and I hope that knowledge can soothe you and help you go forward!!!
I think self recognition is really important here because autism is still over-pathologized at large, and very poorly understood by most people. If the resources you're finding are useful to you and you believe you can manage on your own (without things like extensive counseling or medication) I fully recommend avoiding an official diagnosis. If it's in your medical record, it's legally binding; meaning you have to disclose it to potential employers (who can reject your application by simply seeing the autistic marker) and it can make a lot of medical situations complicated because doctors tend to not take us seriously at all. (during the covid-19 panic britain had a serious problem with a 'Do Not Resuscitate' order applied to patients with learning/developmental disabilities. This includes people in the autism spectrum.) advocacy for autistic people is also unfortunately mired in grifters and 'autism moms' looking for total control of their kids or magical cures to terminate their genes. Not everyone knows Autism Speaks sucks ass but they should!
Of course some of the above definitely depends on where you live. Searching for autism orgs, resources or communities led by actually autistic people near you or online is one of the most helpful things you can do, and it has helped me a lot.❤️ I wish you the best homie!!
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Kaapo+Vitali and I'm cheating here's two words. Awkward conversation. Make it weird I have faith. Hope you're good I got chipotle today so I feel replenished enough to pretend the NHL and the rags org have never wronged me ever. Mwah.
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the rags have never wronged you ever!!!! or me, now that they have pkane. i simply do not see it.
still on that grumpy kaapo future fic, sorry...i don't know if this is an awkward conversation or just awkwardly executed 😩
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Joel and Miloš are having some stupid argument again, something they’ve been having on and off for this entire road trip. Most of the team can’t even understand the argument and take sides or instigate, because the two of them have been having it in the weird Swiss-German-Czech-Locker Room English hybrid language they’ve been developing all season. Kaapo doesn’t understand it. K’Andre says he understands it a little. Vitali says it’s really not that hard to understand but refuses to translate when pressed.
It does sound more and more heated every time they talk though. Kaapo would be concerned if their passes weren’t still connecting on the second powerplay. But he does think they should maybe tone it down around reporters; sure, the league’s changed in 18 years, but the Rangers beat is as bloodthirsty as ever, always spoiling for drama.
Miloš and Joel are snipping at each other in their dumb made up language as they walk across the tarmac to the plane on their way to the next California city up north. It’s late at night, too late for arguments unless you’re 18 and 19 years old. Kaapo walks behind them, feeling tired.
Miloš raises his voice to say something in—German? Czech? Kaapo does not know. He wants very much not to care but the coaching staff are not that far away and they’re starting to turn their heads.
“Ei,” says Joel at Miloš, stepping away from him. Kaapo didn’t know they’d folded Finnish into their language.
“Come on!” says Miloš loudly and half the team turns to look at them.
Kaapo loses his temper. “Lopeta jo,” he snaps, instead of telling them to shut the fuck up when the coaching staff can hear him.
Joel and Miloš look at him, startled into silence.
“You idiots are going to get yourselves sent down if you keep this up,” he says. “And Hartford sucks. Whatever it is, figure it out in private.”
Miloš mumbles, “sorry” and Joel looks embarrassed. They duck their heads and hurry away from him up the steps of the plane. Kaapo stands at the bottom and watches them go, feeling irritated.
Vitali comes up next to him and says, “remember when Key and Laf would get into it?”
He puts an arm over Kaapo’s shoulders. “Same argument too.”
Last night Vitali told Kaapo to call him Vitalik. The Russian diminutive. Eighteen years in NHL locker rooms with dozens of Russian men and Kaapo still had to work hard to pronounce it right when Vitali told him, turning the name over in his mouth, trying to make it sound perfect.
Well, and Vitali had his fingers on Kaapo’s jaw, blunt, calloused fingertips drawing through the beard Kaapo’s been working on all month. Kaapo had been trying to say his name right so that Vitali could feel it, feel how hard Kaapo was trying to make this work.
It wasn’t even the first time they’d had sex either, but California sunshine in January when they’d flown out of New York in the middle of a snowstorm always makes things feel a little hazy and out of step with reality. Kaapo kind of hates California, honestly, because the Rangers get their asses kicked every time they come out, but he could never find fault with the wine, at least.
Vitali leans against him. “Those arguments, you know, where they’d work out something between them but bitch about everything unrelated? Holly and Ivy, that’s what they’re doing.”
Kaapo watches them duck through the door side-by-side. They are small, so they fit together. Though they’d been tearing up games, Miloš is still a gangly teenage defenseman and Joel is a small forward. Kaapo is honestly surprised neither of them had been sent to Hartford simply so they could gain some weight.
But the game is faster these days than it was when Kaapo was a rookie. It is okay to be a little underweight if you could skate well, which both of them could. They could skate circles around most of the team.
Vitali’s arm feels heavy around Kaapo. “I never knew what Key and Laf were arguing about,” he says, instead of shaking Vitali off. He is trying, he is. “They didn’t fight often.”
“Love and life,” says Vitali. “They got everything mixed up in their heads.”
Kaapo shrugs him off finally. “Weird,” he says, elbowing Vitali out of his personal space. “They made things so complicated.”
“How it is when you’re young.”
Kaapo doesn’t remember being 19. He doesn’t even remember being 20. He remembers being lonely until Niko came and then learning that Laf wasn’t making jokes to make fun of him, Laf wanted to make Kaapo laugh. Niko was kind of a turning point, but Vitali was gone so soon after. Kaapo wonders more, these days, what it would have been like if they had been friends. If he would have missed Vitali at all. He was kind of obsessed with himself when he was young, lacked a lot of sight.
“Kravvy—” he says. He pauses. “Vitalik, I mean—”
“Vitalik,” Vitali corrects him, a slight fluctuation on the i that Kaapo didn’t catch the first time. Kaapo thinks he could pronounce it better if Vitali put his hand on Kaapo’s face again. He’s trying.
“Vitalik,” Kaapo repeats, instead of saying any of that shit. The smile on Vitali’s face is bright even though it’s nearly midnight.
The flight attendant makes hurry up motions at them. They go up the steps to the plane.
Miloš and Joel are sitting next to each other as usual, bent over an iPad. Kaapo glances at it as he passes, expecting to see a movie or tv show, but they’re watching tape from the game in Los Angeles three days ago and whispering to each other. Miloš rewinds the clip, zooms in on Joel on the play. “You did good,” he says softly. “See, that one wasn’t your fault.”
They’re still wearing their suit jackets and ties. Kaapo bites back a sigh and drops into the seat behind them so he can kick their seats if they start bickering again.
Vitali goes off to join his usual Russian corner of the plane. Kaapo feels very alone. K’Andre got injured and had to stay home and he’d threatened Kaapo to take care of his team. Kaapo can’t do that, but at least he can stop their star rookies from biting each other’s head’s off. Vitali was in charge of talking to the refs.
Miloš whispers, “it’s okay, Joel, it’s okay. To se ti vážně povedlo, schnäggli.”
Kaapo can see them bending their heads together between the seats. Miloš says something even quieter and Joel laughs a little. “Da,” he says. “Okay, Miloš.”
Kaapo sits back and starts to untie his tie as the plane takes off. How strange, he thinks, to be so young and sure of each other in a foreign country. Kaapo wasn’t sure of anything at their age when he was in America. He just wanted to play hockey.
Vitali passes by him on his way to the bathroom. He looks at Kaapo and winks. Kaapo makes a grumpy face at him and ignores the way his stomach feels warm when Vitali laughs. Miloš and Joel look up.
“You two be nice to each other,” Vitali says to them. “You only have each other. When I was your age, I had no one. And that’s why I’ve played on eight teams in my career.”
Joel and Miloš laugh at him. “Okay, daddy,” says Joel. “We’ll stick together. Like you and Kaapo, always close by.”
“Too close by,” says Miloš. “You fuss over us like grandmas.”
Vitali shoves his head down and moves off as they laugh. Kaapo thinks, it might be dumb luck that he managed to spend eighteen years with the Rangers, but at least he’s ending it with something to leave behind, even if it is just being a memory for two idiots at the beginning of their careers, a cautionary tale or a vision of their future.
#cage replies#💖 anon#this verse needs a tag#grumpy kaapo future fic#unfortunate birdcage fanfictions
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the threantener (is that a word? i dont care) has arrived. 😃 have funnnnn.
posting this here as PROOF I'VE BEEN THREATENED.
chipotle order?
burrito bowl - white rice, chicken (or just guac), pico de gallo, as much cheese as they're willing to give me
thoughts on veganism?
i respect it but i cannot personally do it based on all the dietary restrictions i already have lmao
a specific color that gives you the ick?
dark yellow, the kind that kinda looks brown/green?
mythical creature you think/believe is real?
okay but i have to believe that there was a dragon-like creature that existed at one point in time.
favorite form of potato?
BAKED BAKED BAKED
do you use a watch?
in theory. i have a fitbit but i've also forgotten to charge it in a month. but yeah.
what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?
PENGUINS. but also i really love the rays
do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?
umm if it's been a long day or like i'm in business-y business clothes then yeah i'm changing into sweatpants or shorts or smthing, but otherwise nah.
do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?
yes i have a very strict routine for my mornings and nights so yeah. my skincare is...yes i just went to count...5 steps!
on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?
ORANGE EVERY SINGLE TIME. apple juice tastes like piss im sorry
anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?
i have a penguin stuffie from when i was a baby. but also i have old stories i wrote as a kid that i keep to remind myself of my love of writing.
brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?
not 100%. almost everything i have is its own brand after so much experimenting to find what works best for me.
first thing you’re doing in the purge?
realistically, locking myself in my house with a baseball bat bc i'm not dealing with that shit
do you think you’re dehydrated?
oh 10000% yes i am. i hate water and i don't drink it until i'm constantly on the verge of passing out. i haven't had water since last thursday.
rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning
drowning, burning, freezing. i've actually almost drowned before and that sucked ass. so, yeah, i'd rather not have a sequel event lmao.
thoughts on mint chocolate chip?
it's heaven and i will consume anything mint chocolate chip basically.
an anxious compulsion you do everyday?
i bite my fingers, pull my hair, pick at my scalp, that fun stuff.
your boba/tea order?
...i don't know. i've legit never tried because it's like walking into starbucks for the first time. i have no idea WHAT to try.
the veggie you dislike the most?
brussel sprouts. WHY DO THEY SMELL LIKE THAT?? also beets. they give me the heebie jeebies.
favorite disney princess movie?
tangled my beloved <3
a number that weirds you out?
why does 27 exist i don't trust it.
do you have an emotional support water bottle?
YES I DO. it's a big 32oz that i got at a student org fair my freshman year of university. it's covered in stickers and i love it.
do you wear jewelry?
YEE. on the daily, i wear a heart necklace, a fidget ring, and black ball/stud earrings. sometimes i'll wear other rings, bracelets, or earrings but it depends on the outfit and the day.
which do you find yourself using, american or british english?
mostly american but that's because work requires it so i've gotten into the habit.
would you say you have good taste in music?
ehhh i have interesting taste in music, but i don't think most would like it.
how’s your spice tolerance?
nonexistent. i'm a baby.
what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?
my go-to outfit is usually this pair of slightly ripped high waisted jeans, a t-shirt, a black belt, and my gay high top converse. if it's colder out, paired with a flannel.
last meal on earth?
THATS SO HARD. fettucine alfredo, probably.
preferred pasta noodle?
i love penne or the shells the shells are so fun.
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Cryptocurrency is NOT a laughing matter. Misfits Gaming making possibly THE worst business move they could possibly make is funny though
#like i genuinely cannot think of anything worse they couldve done 💀#L + Ratio + Nobody is going to buy your damn merch pls give it up#doodle.txt#/neg#negativity#lmk if u need smthing tagged!#hopefully they get clowned on so fucking hard that they take it back lol. if u have a twt be sure to go reply saying how disappointed in#them you are and how theyve lost your support! /gen#EDIT to be clear im not saying theyre an evil company or whatever but i very much disagree w their decision to pursue crypto#at the end of the day im sure the streamers signed w them know more abt the situation than us and ultimately its their call what theyre#going to do/not going to do going forward. but it sucks to see this org taking a route like this now that theyve gotten more support yk#sorry for being mean about their merch i am just sick of being advertised to every where i look#and having that happen even on twitch dot teevee slash tubbo does irk me a bit. ik the carousel is small ik je gets money too#that doesnt mean i have to enjoy it
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this is my first time sending a request, so i hope i don’t leave anything out ^^; may you write itto x dom male reader? i don’t have any plot ideas in mind, i just think topping a big dumb guy is cute :)
-💜💚💜
🔞 public sex with itto ✉
includes: itto
precis: so... what happened to the onikabuto fighting?
take note of: public sex, anal sex, sub!bottom!itto, dom!top!reader, mxm, creampie, rough sex, nipple play, hickeys, hair pulling
reader gender: male <3
voice mail: 💜💚💜 cute colors hehe thank you for the req :)
itto's a himbo and i also did not have a plot anon i'm sorry.
honestly, you should've expected this.
itto had invited you out to ''onikabuto fight'' but the two of you only got as far as the forest before he crashed his lips onto yours and took off his coat.
he was acting a bit off as he asked you to come along with him, his face was flushed and he seemed to be restless, but you supposed it was a pretty hot day. you had been starting to sweat.
you accepted and he took your hand with sweaty palms, leading you to an unfamiliar part of the outskirts where you knew no one went. it was strange since whenever itto and you played around with the beetles, it was always at the same place where he claimed ''the best ones were''.
"so you just wanted to fuck, hm?" you ask, smirking while you pressed him against a tree. he was blushing brightly and you were practically speaking into his ear.
he shyly nodded as he grinded against you, only growing more aroused feeling your erection. you trailed your hand down his exposed back as he shuddered, suddenly feeling a chill as you touched him.
you caressed his chest sensually, rubbing on his skin slowly. you moved towards his nipples and squeezed them in a way to wind him up even further as you could see his length harden under his pants.
you left red and purple hickeys on his skin and shoulder blades, nipping and sucking as he let out soft gasps.
you reached forward to swiftly unbuckle his belt, tugging his pants downwards as you slid off your underwear to pull out your length.
"do you want it?" you ask teasingly.
he replies quickly, "y-yes! i want it inside me please."
"alright."
you insert yourself into him slowly as he lets out a long, loud groan and tightens up around you. his walls are warm and tight as it clenches down on you.
you start thrusting at a steady rhythm as he gets used to the feeling of you inside him again.
he starts to move his own hips to meet your own as he makes sure you hit deep inside him. you speed up as soon as he grinds onto you faster, showing his neediness.
"did you really have to make an excuse to go out here?" you spoke, "you could've just asked. isn't this much dirtier?"
itto whimpers in response.
he knew being fucked like this in the open was so lewd, but it only made him even more turned on. no one would expect him to enjoy this, people often assuming he's more aggressive and dominant due to his build.
anyone could walk in on the two of you and he loved it. being in public only made him even more sensitive.
you pounded into him roughly, one hand gripping onto his waist as the other was tangled in his soft hair.
the way your fingers were in his hair should've hurt slightly but it only heightened his senses and added to the pleasure.
your balls slapped against him and he shuddered in ecstasy. he could hear his own loud moans, your grunts, and skin against skin.
he tried to focus on his surroundings but all he could think about was how good you used him.
you moved in and out of him quickly without faltering even once.
he screwed his eyes shut as he relished the feeling of your cock in him. he knew he was going to reach his peak soon, his insides feeling even more sensitive.
"i-i'm about to cum!" he gritted out.
with him saying that, you only went faster as he felt himself release, knees almost buckling.
his eyes crossed as he came all over himself, soiling his clothes.
his body under you was a sight to behold and you felt your own orgasm near. he could only keep moaning as your thrusts kept going, his hole sensitive.
"fuck, i'm gonna cum inside you." you groaned as itto whined.
"a-ah yea, cum inside!"
you held onto him tighter before finally releasing inside him, he felt so full it was perfect. your seed filled him up as you pressed yourself against him even more.
the two of you gasped, panting and catching your breaths. you slowly pulled out of him as you fixed yourselves.
''are we still going to onikabuto fight?"
i ate very well today
#itto x reader#itto x male reader#genshin impact smut#itto smut#sub itto#bottom itto#sub genshin impact#bottom genshin impact#sub genshin#bottom genshin#genshin impact x reader#dom reader#genshin impact x male reader#top reader
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villain absolutely haaaates the hero organization and will NOT stop talking about it. all of their crimes attack the organization itself and they're constantly ranting to hero about how much the org sucks. when hero finally asks why (in the middle of a massive rant) villain yells "BECAUSE THEY TOOK YOU FROM ME"
feel free to change, sorry if this is too descriptive! (aDORE your writing)
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This is supposed to be for tomorrow, but I don't have an idea about the supposed today's request. So I made this first. Enjoy!
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“God! I really hate them so much! They stink like cheese except they aren’t delicious,” the villain grumbles and clinks their long fingernail with a sound of frustration leaving their lips. “They are a bunch of old people trying to force their ‘they-so-calls-old-days’ to us, like what the hell? Wake up! You are in the modern society right now and not the 1950s!”
They are in the usual spot where they fight, and of course, it is the nighttime. A starless sky only has the moon as the source of its light. Both of them are on the rooftop, while the villain is standing at the edge of the fence like they always do. How can they not fall from that fence? The hero tried it once just to fool around, but they fell down from the tall fence. A day that the hero was thankful they can fly, it was dangerous because they could’ve died. From that day on, the villain’s ability impressed them.
Enormous buildings sparkling with lights and advertisements littered around them, like an audience for what will happen for today. The villain continues on ranting about how much they hate everything about the organization. They also planned to burn it down once. But they added the hero might hate them, so they threw the plan in the window months ago. However, if the hero is okay with it, then they’ll do it with a wide grin on their face. It turned into a frown with a small huff of anger after the hero declined their offer with a weird-looking expression on their face.
Whenever the villain and the hero meet or start fighting, the reason they’ll always give is that ‘your organization sucks that the garbage feels sad being compared to it,’ Always and every time that the hero becomes more confused every single time they meet. The hero could see how much the villain hates the organization for ruining their plans and shoving them into a prison that is so easy to escape to. They even mocked it saying a kid can escape that prison without beading a single sweat.
“Villain, do not press your remote, or every single one of the headquarters will go for your head,” the hero said, their hands forward like they are trying to calm the villain down. Eyes whispering to not do it or you’ll probably regret it, but the villain dramatically cried with their hand in their chest. The villain raised their eyebrow and glanced at their hand, holding a remote control.
“Ah! This? This is nothing, nothing special!” the villain grinned. “Look, I’ll press it!” And they let out a small giggle, twirling the remote control between their fingers, and they pressed the button.
“NO!” Silence. Nothing happened. It was very anti-climatic. The hero stares at nowhere, waiting for a bomb to deteriorate, but nothing happened. Then a party popper exploded from the sky and fell down slowly to the hero. Their mouth was ajar that they could taste the dust in their mouth as they gaze to the sky. Did they just make a fool of themself?
The villain covers their mouth and fights to suppress the fit of laughter pushing their way through their mouth. Some escape while the hero looks at them with a surprised expression plastered on their face. “You see that- pft- you even became dramatic after joining the organization-” the villain laughed. A tear escaped from the corner of their eyes because of too much joy they are having right now. The hero almost wants to rip off that smile on their lips and punch them to the floor. But would they really do that?
“Geez, look at you. What kind of poison they fed you to act like that, huh?” the villain, asked. They crossed their arms and tilted their head, waiting for the hero to answer their question as they tap the floor with their foot.
“Poison?”
“Oh, like the poison apple in Snow White that they need a prince charming to kiss them in order to remove the curse. How romantic!”
“Poisoned apple?”
“No? There is nothing? Instead of poison, did they perhaps give you a curse to be as confused as them? Want me to kiss you to remove it?” the villain released a sound like a popping cherry in their mouth as they gave the hero a wink. “If I have a cherry right now, then I could show you how good I am at kissing,”
The villain clicked their tongue and smiled, like a carved smile that always appears in their beautiful red lips. According to the hero’s wandering mind, as they once again enter a deep trance admiring the villain from afar even though they are 5 meters apart from each other. The villain snapped their fingers and immediately removed the hero from their deep trance.
“Babe, if you wanna stare at me for a long time. You better join my organization so you can admire my face forever.” the villain said, and winked. Such a gesture made the hero’s heart thump like it wants to kneel before the villain, and intertwine itself with the villain’s heart. Their face flushes in deep red as they glance away. Hand doing weird gestures while butterflies continue to flutter in their stomach. They are like a swooned maiden, telling their suitor that they aren’t good enough yet they only threw lies.
“No?” the hero said, as they looked away. “Anyway, there are like hundreds, no, millions of reasons I hate your organization. What number are we now?” the villain took out a paper from their breast pocket while a black-rimmed glasses appeared out of nowhere in their hands as their eyes flickered between the hero and the paper.
“Reason number two-thousand and twenty-nine.” the hero replied, preparing themself to listen to a boring, worthless, and time-consuming rant of the one and only villain. “Right,”
“Why do you hate the organization so much you’ll kill them?”
“Oh no, babe, killing them is not enough. I’ll destroy them and shatter them until they can’t be considered a dust on this planet earth,”
“Why?”
“They took you away from me!”
Well, that escalated pretty quickly, as the hero remained confused.
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Owner Part VI
I apologize for not updating this one in a while. But it is also cross posted on AO3.org, just under a different name, DreamingCompanion. If I missed anything in the tags please let me know! Love you guys!
Pairing: Jungkook X Reader
Genre: Romance, Hybrid!AU
Words: 3.8k
Warnings: Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex (Kinda she has an IUD), Oral (F receiving), Dirty Talk.
“What? Have sex with you? Jungkook no!” you gasped out, but your heart was pounding in your chest. Barely able to hold onto the last shred of your sanity.
“Please, it hurts so bad,” he whimpered, reaching out for you desperately. On instinct you reached for him too, taking his wet hand in yours. He was trembling, his body was hot, as if he were on fire. You felt fear trickle down your spine. He looked so genuinely distressed that it made you want to comfort him in any way that you could.
But that message... Two weeks...
It really was dangerous messing with all of this. Jungkook was no doubt worth millions, but as he sat here in your shower, he looked like a wounded animal, just begging for help.
How were you supposed to choose?
Could Jungkook even consent in the state that he’s in?
“Jungkook we can’t, you’ll regret this,” you tried to reason away, bringing a towel to his head to dry him off a little bit.
“I won’t!” he denied vehemently.
“Jungkook.”
“I won’t! I’ve wanted you since you took me in! But you’re always ignoring me, not letting me touch you and it drives me crazy that any man could walk through that door... I want to be the only man that comes home to you, and your food and your smiling face. I want it to me that you touch, no one else,” he growled.
“What has gotten into you?” you asked, eyebrows rising to a height you didn’t think possible.
“It’s my heat,” he whimpered, head lolling to the side slightly.
“Easy, Jungkook listen to me, what does that mean?” you tried getting out of him.
“My heat is... it’s my... natural breeding time,” he said.
“So you get this yearly?”
“Yes, but, didn’t think... Didn’t think I could anymore,” he said.
Your heart ached when you thought about his hard past, and everything that he’d done to get to this point right here in front of you. And he was living in your home, your guest. Your... your friend. And you wanted him to be safe and comfortable as long as he could be. And if that meant you were to give a piece of yourself to him you’d never get back...
Then so be it.
He was fading quickly. You had to work faster.
“Jungkook, Jungkook listen to me,” you said, cradling his face in your hands.
“Whaa?” he asked, mouth falling open slightly.
“I’ll do it, let’s go to bed,” you said, reaching for his hand.
Jungkook froze underneath you, making you worry that something bad was going to happen.
“Don’t say that and not mean it, Y/N,” he warned, voice husky and dark. It made a throb of want coarse through your body.
“I mean it, let’s get you out of here and go to bed,” you said softly, encouraging him to stand up.
Before you could think you were pinned against the floor, Jungkook’s naked frame atop you.
“Y/N,” he whispered, looking at you with such a tenderness you weren’t sure if he wanted to fuck you or snuggle up to you right on the spot.
“This isn’t my bed,” you corrected.
“I don’t care,” he whispered, bringing his lips down to connect with yours. You inhaled sharply through your nose at the sensation of Jungkook’s lips being pressed against yours so firmly. He was warm and soft, yet not ridgid. Pulling away, Jungkook brushed a strand of your hair out of your face.
“Come on, my back is starting to hurt from laying down here,” you said, trying to stand up. Jungkook helped you, but quickly pulled you into his embrace, laying his head in your neck and breathing in deeply.
“You smell so good,” he whimpered, rutting against you lightly. You choked back a groan, this was about Jungkook not you.
“Come over here,” you said, heading towards the bed.
Jungkook was quick to follow you, making you laugh a little. He pouted but stayed quiet. You sat down on your bed. Jungkook stood in front of you, naked as the day he was born. A blush ravaged your cheeks as you tried to compose yourself. Although Jungkook wasn’t the waiting type it appeared. Coming closer he brought his lips to yours again, hands on either side of your body. He took full control of the kiss, licking and nipping at your lips with a sincerity that could only come from him. Jungkook brought his hand up to your shoulder and pushed you back into a lying position on the bed. You let him lay you down, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.
“Jungkook,” you whispered, this got his attention as he looked at you with concern.
“Is something wrong, d-do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No, no, keep going... please,” you begged lightly, wanting the man to continue his exploration of your body.
“Okay, just tell me if it gets to be too much,” he said, hooking his hands under your armpits and hoisting you to the top of the bed. You squeaked out in surprise at his strength, but other than that you tried to remain as calm as you could. Your racing heart not helping in that process.
Jungkook crawled up to you, body on display as you marveled at him. He was so muscular, but also so lithe and handsome. You couldn’t help but imagine was sex with him would be like. No doubt a passionate affair. Although, you wouldn’t have to imagine much longer the way things were going now. He sniffed all over you, enjoying the way you smelt to him. Sweet like sugar, but warm like a summer day. He wanted all of you, right now.
As he came up to your face you grabbed him by the cheeks and kissed him passionately, licking his lips and asking for entrance. He opened his mouth and let you explore every inch of him. You took this opportunity to tangle your fingers in his hair. His lush locks felt like silk against your skin, it was so nice. You took a hold of a little clump of hair towards the back of his head and tugged lightly, just to see how he would react. A soft groan came from the man in front of you.
“Fuck, I love when you play with my hair,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You smiled and continued to play with his long strands of hair. He came closer, kissing your neck gently. You sighed into the sensation and let him do whatever he wanted. He licked and sucked at your throat, making your legs jolt slightly from the sensation. You could feel his smirk on your skin, as he continued to suckle your delicate neck. Jungkook was breathing rather hard, as if he were holding something back.
“Jungkook, you don’t have to hold back with me,” you said.
Jungkook froze against you, then a small whine pierced the air.
“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he said quietly.
“You won’t hurt me, I trust you Jungkook,” you said, cradling his cheek with your palm.
He looked at you with such emotion you almost thought he was going to cry.
“I don’t take that lightly, Y/N, I promise I’ll treat you right,” he said.
“I know you will,” you smiled.
“Do you like being eaten out?” he asked, looking up at you with curiosity twinkling in his lust covered eyes.
“Um... No one’s ever really done that for me,” you whispered.
“What?” Jungkook balked, looking at you as if you had a third boob or something.
“No one’s ever gone down on me before,” you admitted. None of your previous boyfriends were interested in something like that. They just wanted to get to the main course, even if it meant you were a little uncomfortable for the majority of it.
“That’s criminal, can I? Can I please, Y/N?” he asked, practically begged.
“Sure, knock yourself out,” you said, moving to pull your shorts down when he stopped you.
“Allow me,” Jungkook said, taking your shorts off and leaving your panties where they were. You raised a brow at him but he shook his head and laid down on his stomach. You laid back in the pillows and tried to keep yourself under control. His eyes, the way he looked at you. Would you ever be able to let him go after this? It was already excruciating to think about, but now? After you gave him a piece of yourself?
Jungkook placed a warm kiss to your center, making you breathe in sharply. Jungkook licked over the fabric of your panties softly, as if touching you directly might be too much. It was something else to watch him pleasure you. His focus was turned to one thing only, and you could feel your stomach clench when he nipped at your underwear with a gentle bite. He kept licking, as if he could taste you through your panties, but soon he was using his teeth to pull them off of you. It made your head spin, the look in his eyes, the way he moved and his sounds. He made little whimpering noises as he licked at you, something that turned you on immensely.
“Jungkook, please,” you whispered, wanting to feel his tongue directly on your center.
“I’m just taking my time, Y/N, did you want something more?” he asked, a smirk plastered across his face. You frowned slightly, but nodded anyways.
“I want more,” you agreed, feeling the intoxicating buzz of lust through your veins. Jungkook smiled and finally pulled your panties free of your legs. Looking directly as your soaked center had Jungkook weak in the knees. You looked so beautiful like this, spread out like a five course meal, just for him.
“I’ll give you what you need, little one,” he promised, coming forward and putting your legs over his shoulders. You waited as he seemed to hone in on you, eyes dilating even more if that was possible. Jungkook seemed as though he were a ravenous beast one minute, then the next a man who wanted to treat you like a queen. The duality was throwing you for a loop, but you held onto the sheets firmly, knowing that you wanted this.
Finally, after what felt like a century, Jungkook’s mouth met your pussy. Jungkook moaned at the taste, you were just as good as he was hoping you’d be. A sharp cry came from your throat before you could stop it. Jungkook jolted in surprise, moving away from you reluctantly.
“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing your thigh to comfort you.
“I-I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that, I’m fine, keep going,” you urged, Jungkook nodded and went right back to pleasuring you. His tongue hit you first, the lithe muscle running along your slit in such a manner it had you clenching around nothing. Jungkook was an expert with his mouth, making you writhe in place with his hand on your lower stomach to hold you. But even that was an intimate act, making your body tingle with pleasure.
Jungkook made a fat lick up your center, making you cry out for him. His hands were gentle, yet firm as he played your body like an instrument. Making music that was for his ears only. Your taste and the way your body felt against his... It was almost like a drug, possibly more potent. Jungkook moved his tongue further against you, slipping down towards your entrance. Gently, he probed at you. You whimpered and whined at the sensation, feeling his wet muscle flexing against your quivering heat.
“J-Jungkook,” you croaked, looking at him with sparkles in your eyes.
Something constricted in Jungkook’s chest then. The way you were looking at him, how he’d never seen anything like it before. No one looked at him like that. But your eyes never lied. Not to him. He had to see what you looked like when you came. He needed it, like an addict needed a fix. Listening to your body he moved his tongue up towards your clit, licking harsher against it, and slowly inserting a single finger into your wetness.
“Ah!” you cried out, looking up at the ceiling.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, not for a second,” Jungkook warned, smirking as he continued his assault on your womanhood. You looked at him, watching his glistening face in the low light of the bedroom. You could feel the coil of an orgasm forming in the pit of your stomach. You were so close, Jungkook’s finger playing with your insides like a delicate flower. But the way he moaned against your skin made you almost want to faint. Thank God you were laying down.
“Ah-hah! Jungkook please,” you begged.
“What do you want? I need your words,” he said, teasing you slowly.
“Please make me cum, Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, wanting the sensation of an orgasm so badly that you could practically taste it.
“I’ll take care of you,” he said, shoving his finger deep inside of you and sucking on your clit harshly.
“Ah!” you cried out, gripping the sheets tightly between your fists.
“Cum all over this bed, Y/N,” he almost begged.
With those words burned into your mind you let go, cumming all over his finger and mouth. Jungkook cooed at you, whispering how you were so good for him. It made your heart pound and head spin at how badly you wanted him. The orgasm you just had left you aching for more, and Jungkook could tell.
“Not finished yet are we baby?” He asked, smiling at you.
You shook your head. Looking into his eyes, that were sparkling in the low light. A weird twinge in your stomach made you pause, but you didn’t think much of it. There were more pressing matters right now.
“I’m ready Jungkook, if you are,” you said softly.
“Okay, let me just... Condoms, I don’t have any condoms,” he whimpered.
“I have an IUD, are you clean?” you asked.
“I am,” he answered, truthfully.
“Okay, then what are you waiting for?”
Jungkook didn’t answer, he just lined himself up with your almost embarrassingly wet center. He smacked your clit with his length a few times, making your hips jolt lightly. A dark chuckle came from him, before he pushed in slowly. The stretch was... significant. You hadn’t had sex in so long, and your previous partners have been less than cordial it appears. Because you had no idea sex could feel like... like this. Soon, Jungkook was bottomed out inside of you. His back arched lightly, face scrunched up in what appeared to be some kind of acute pain but you knew it was pleasure. Jungkook ground against you lightly, rubbing your overstimulated clit with his pelvis.
“Jungkook,” you breathed out, gripping his shoulders.
“Yeah? Need a second?” he asked.
“Just a little bit,” you said, eyes trailing down his defined chest and down to where the two of you were joined. It sent a pulse of pleasure through you. Making you clench around Jungkook’s hot cock. He moaned at the sensation, dropping his head.
“Tell me when,” he moaned out.
You tried to relax your muscles, but you were so full it was hard to think of anything else. Jungkook waited patiently, kissing your neck slowly, up to your lips and kissing you gently. You brought your hands up to his face and brushed away the hair from his forehead.
Finally, you nodded, and Jungkook almost lost himself. Slowly, he pulled out, making your stomach twinge in discomfort, but when he pushed back in, you felt a rush of pleasure go up your spine. Jungkook hissed in air through his teeth.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he moaned into the humid air.
“Jungkook,” you whined, gripping his shoulder tightly.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” he encouraged, moving forward and pushing his hips to yours again. You felt a wrenched moan escape you as Jungkook pulled out slowly yet again.
“F-Faster, please,” you begged. Jungkook gazed into your eyes for a moment.
“Are you sure?” he asked, stilling his movements.
“Yes, please go faster,” you felt your tone go higher pitched. And Jungkook seemed to notice your urgency and began to move his hips faster. You could feel the pleasure coursing over you in waves. Everytime Jungkook’s hips met your own, you felt yourself tighten around him. He moaned out his pleasure, kissing your chin and throat messily.
You couldn’t keep yourself from moaning, the sensations were too much. Jungkook reached up and palmed your breast, tweaking the nipple lightly, making a jolt of bliss shoot through your body. You arched into his touch, making soft noises as he continued pounding you wet heat. Jungkook was very vocal during sex, making grunting sounds or whispering dirty things into your ears. It made you wetter and wetter when he spoke like that, something you weren’t expecting to enjoy.
“Fuck you’re so good to me, letting me fuck you like this. God you're so beautiful,” he whispered, moaning at the end as he ground his hips against your pelvis, stimulating your already throbbing clit. Jungkook kept pawing at your breast, arousing you further.
You weren’t sure how much more you could take, between Jungkook’s incessant pounding that was turning your legs to jelly and the way that he was looking at you. As if you were giving him something precious, it made your heart continue to melt. Letting him in that much further... But your heart was beating in your ears so loudly that it made your head spin. Jungkook cradled your face with his palm, making you look at him.
“Look at me, let me see how perfect you are when you cum,” he almost pleaded with you. Inhaling deeply you looked into his eyes and saw him. Seemingly for the first time. He was gazing at you with such raw emotion that it made you unsure. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t sure of your feelings. Jungkook here, in your arms felt... Right somehow. It felt as if this is where you both belonged. With each other.
You tried desperately to get these thoughts out of your head, but Jungkook’s whining melted you to a point that you couldn’t help but uttering the words.
“I need you,” you whispered, so quietly you barely heard it. But Jungkook heard it loud in clear. So much so that he stopped moving.
He wasn’t looking at you, but rather gazing down at your stomach. You felt the tension in the air. You were about to apologize when lips came crashing down upon yours. Jungkook didn’t kiss you like he had before. It was different somehow. As if you two were finally able to kiss.
And boy, did he kiss you.
“I need you too, so much,” Jungkook breathed against your lips.
“Jungkook I don’t know why I said that,” you said, trying so desperately to backpedal. But it was too late. Jungkook smiled, and pushed into harshly.
“I know, and it’s okay if you don’t see it yet. I’ll wait,” he promised.
“Jungkook, we need to-ah!” you cried out when he reached down and rubbed your clit with his thumb. Smiling, almost cruelly at your pleasure, Jungkook came back down to place a kiss against your breast bone. Feeling a sudden rush of emotion you cradled his head to you, not wanting him to move.
He picked up on your sudden shift and brought his lips to yours, comforting you. You accepted his motions, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His chest touched yours and you could feel how fast his heart was beating. It was racing, as if he were running a race.
“Jungkook, are you okay?” you asked, brushing his sweaty hair from his face.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just, wanna cum,” he coughed. You made a face, but he ignored it, moving to pull out of you.
“What are you-”
“Can we try another position?” he asked, slowly pumping his cock.
“Yes,” you said, breathless at the sight of him.
“Okay, wanna ride me?” he questioned.
“Yes,” you said, moving forward to push him down on his back. Liking the idea of having more control, you crawled and took his cock in your hand, moving it up and down on his slick shaft. He hissed at the feeling of your warm hand on him. Looking down at him, you smiled softly.
Shuffling forward on your knees you lined him up with your entrance and slowly settled down on your haunches, full of him. Tilting your head back you let the sensations overwhelm and excite you. Moving your hips up slowly, you watched him. His eyes were lidded, gazing at the place where you two were joined in an acute fixation. His eyes seemed to be glued there. Watched as your hungry cunt swallowed him more and more until he bottomed out.
“Feels so good, Jungkook,” you breathed, reaching up and gripping your breast tightly.
Jungkook moaned his agreement. Licking his kiss swollen lips. You leaned down and licked a stripe from the base of his throat to the entrance of his mouth. Kissing him firmly you moved your hips harsher against him, grinding down and swirling them to bring you both insurmountable pleasure.
“Fuck, Y/N, make me cum,” he begged. Looking down at him, you nodded, feeling the sensation building up in you as well.
With a certain lack of precision you ground against him, bouncing and moaning. Jungkook reached up and steadied your hips, bringing you forward and moving his hips up to bring you both bliss. Jungkook was sweating and you could feel your legs starting to give out. But you could almost taste your orgasm, wanting it so badly.
“So close, so close,” you said, panting with the effort.
“Me too, keep going,” he encouraged, pulling you down to his chest and using the leverage to pound into your weeping pussy.
“God Jungkook don’t stop,” you begged.
“Feels so good,” he breathed.
Jungkook was continuously hitting a spot inside you that made stars appear in your vision, and with one more push you came crumbling down. Jungkook finished not shortly after, making warmth bloom in your stomach.
You collapsed onto his chest, breathing harshly. Your throat hurt from breathing so hard, but your boneless body didn’t seem to care. Jungkook kissed your head, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair.
He pulled out a few moments later, making you wince, but you were too tired to care.
Jungkook moved to leave, when you grabbed his hand.
“Don’t leave me,” you whispered, feeling surprisingly vulnerable after what just transpired. Jungkook smiled and laid back down. You crawled up and laid down on his chest.
“Never,” he answered.
But, as you fell asleep, you couldn’t shake the sense of dread you felt piling up in your stomach.
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Friday Night Rehabilitation (CN: incarceration, forced sex work, machinery, state violence, noncon, pepper spray, throat fucking, rimming, piss)
The balls were the best part of Becky's job. Small balls in dangling sacks, fat balls almost shrink-wrapped by their skin, smooth ones, hairy ones, sweaty balls, powdery balls, washed or unwashed, whatever the balls were, Becky was thankful for them. She worshipped them, licked them, kissed and smooched them, whimpered in appreciation every time she was given an opportunity to show her devotion to the balls.
On her first day of imprisonment, Becky had not yet learned to love the balls. Her first user had fucked her throat until she was near-hysterical, then withdrew his cock and proffered his balls forward to be sucked. She hadn't realized what he was doing at first, and once she did, she shied away in disgust. Rather than attempt to convince her, the man simply shoved his cock back into her throat, plundered it even more energetically than before. Becky could remember the aftermath of that first session, her throat spasming in pain, cum burning her sinuses, and as her head withdrew back through the wall and into the restraining measures, a robotic voice informed her that the user's one-star review had added an additional seven days to her sentence. She could barely get a sob out before the silicone gag forced itself back into her mouth and the breathing tubes wormed their way into her nostrils.
Before the end of her first shift, she had learned that ball-worship was a reprieve. They were the only respite she had from man after man battering her tonsils and reaming out her gullet, and if she wasn't licking, sucking and worshipping the balls, she would instead find them pressed against her nose, creating a perfect airtight seal as she spasmed around the dick in her throat. After each man finished she would either be used immediately by another man or withdrawn back into the restraining measures, which choked and throttled her in an even-more sadistic way than the men did, carefully measuring out her breaths and blood oxygen readings to ensure she got the exact amount of air required for her safety, not a gasp more, not a gasp less. When she was given a pair of balls to lick and suck she could breathe almost freely, let them rest in her mouth, and steel herself for the throat-fucking that would continue shortly. Some men didn't fuck her throat at all, they would stroke their cocks while she slurped on their nuts before feeding her their creamy sperm, these men were her favorites, and she felt a swell of relief every time she recognised their shoes approaching her.
Eating ass was a respite, and when she had worked pre-imprisonment as a hooker Becky had considered herself an expert at rimming, but the problem was positioning: her restraining device was built into a wall inside the men's toilets of a chain adult bookstore. When a user wanted service, they pressed a button, and Becky's head would be pushed through the wall at hip-height, her head hanging upside-down, with metal inserts fitted between her teeth to prevent her from closing her mouth or biting down. Some of the men enjoyed having their assholes eaten, and from Becky's perspective it was better than another throat-fuck, but she had to strain her neck muscles and force her tongue forward for every lick and flick. Balls were almost comfortable in comparison.
She wished that the man face-fucking her would let her lick his balls. His cock was thin at the tip but wide enough in the middle that it felt as if he would split her neck apart from the inside. She'd had a dozen users already today, but she was never able to keep track, and never knew if this meant she had a handful or a hundred throat-fucks left that shift. Once her shift was over she'd get a "rest" in the restraining device, fitful and drug-induced, and then the next shift would start. She "worked" four days on and four days off, and on her days off she was released from the machine and returned to her solitary cell in the prison's Rehabilitative Research wing.
They told her that her shifts were twelve hours but she had no way of knowing. There were no clocks and no windows either in the toilet or her prison cell, and even the solitary exercise cage was indoors. She didn't know the day, month, or even time of year, she didn't even know how long she had left on her sentence. A guard had told her to shut up when she'd asked through the food slot, and when she persisted in asking, he sprayed his pepper spray through the slot and cut off the water in her cell for a day. After that, she learned to only speak when spoken to.
The man fucking her came, never stopping his long, deep strokes, the force of his thrusts pushing cum out between her lips and up through her sinuses. Once his cock softened he left the tip in Becky's mouth. She stifled a groan and did her best to seal her lips around it before he started pissing. It was too fast and too much to drink all of the nauseatingly bitter liquid, but she guzzled enough to stop it from splashing all over his pants and shoes. She heard the chime of a five-star rating as the man walked away, and another man walked up to replace him.
The next man was a cop. Becky didn't know his name, but she recognised him, first by gait and then by taste. He'd been involved in her arrest. Turning tricks without being part of a licensed brothel meant a two grand fine and a six month suspended sentence for being a public nuisance, but doing so with another girl in the car meant pimping charges for both of them. Two year minimum plus extras, because the cops would always throw in a baggie of crystal meth and an unlicensed firearm into the car to keep the DA happy, so ten years in state with the possibility of parole after four years. The alternative was a rehabilitation program run through a private org, between six and eighteen months based on behaviour.
She'd begged to serve out her full sentence in state, oh she'd begged. They ignored begging, usually. They didn't ignore kicking and screaming. When they'd put her back in solitary after her first four days of work, she'd refused to come out. Her fingers still ached at night from how tight they'd cuffed her wrists that day. A bull-dyke guard had yanked down Becky's pants while a second guard daubed pepper spray directly on her genitalia. She still tried to wriggle away from the claustrophobically-tight neoprene hood that prisoners wore during transport, so they pushed her face down on the concrete, kicked her ribs until she stopped flinching, and pulled the hood on regardless. The hood was so tight she couldn't even blink under it, and she feared it more than almost anything else in her captivity.
The cop pinched her nose while she licked his balls. She was used to sucking off cops for free to avoid getting hassled, and she never realized until now how mad that made cops, the idea that they could force a hooker to do something but she'd still be getting something out of it, even if "something" was just avoiding a night in a cell or a court appearance. When cops got a chance to force her to do something that she got nothing out of, they relished it. He fucked her roughly enough to make her puke, not that there was anything but spit, cum and piss to throw up. After he came, he wiped up the mess that had splattered on top of his boots with his fingers and fed it to her. Her only consolation was that the cops couldn't leave more than one review each.
The throat-rape blurred together until she had another pair of balls in her mouth. She moaned around them to show her appreciation. They smelled familiar, they might have belonged to one of her former Johns, not that either of them would ever know. She didn't know how she'd be able to go back to turning tricks after this, it had been a job, better than some of her other jobs, but she couldn't see how she'd associate sucking cock with anything other than cruel rapes, throat torture, pepper spray and living entombment once this was over. That was the 'rehabilitation' aspect, not to mention that it was harder to charge a hundred dollars for a blowjob when the adult bookshops gave them away for free.
An unwashed man flopped his half-hard cock into her mouth. Some of the users made a point to only have their cocks cleaned by the mouths of the unwilling girls here. If they did it to disgust and upset her, it half worked: the smell and taste was unpleasant, but the fact that they wanted to be licked and sucked on rather than plunged down Becky's gullet meant her work was easier, and by the time they wanted to fuck her throat, they were halfway finished. Besides, these ones always wanted their balls sucked. He left her with a pubic hair stuck to her tongue, which she tried fruitlessly to spit out, before the machine behind her whirred and pulled her back through the wall.
End of shift. Lubricated tubes wormed their way into her nostrils and past her sinuses, a cock-shaped gag filled her mouth and then inflated, filling every inch of her cheeks and throat until her whole face felt fit to burst. She felt woozy, and suddenly bloated—she was always fed and watered via enema while at work—and as the drugs kicked in she struggled to keep her eyes open.
Becky tried to think of balls as she drifted off. They would be the least painful thing she could dream of.
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January 20, 2022
Update: math actually sucks and I’m glad to be done with it. I can say “oh I love problem solving and applying things I’ve learned to new situations” till I’m blue in the face but my true feelings are hiding just beneath the surface and make themselves known as soon as I encounter a problem that is ever so mildly more difficult than anything I’ve done before. [my sister needed help with test corrections and they were hard (I mean I eventually figured it out but only after giving up lol)]
Okay but,,, Lin Manuel Miranda, am I right?
Listen. That guy has such a talent for writing musical lines that go on top of one another and build with each other and are separate but flow into and out of one another’s orbits and it’s just kind of incredible. You can switch between listening to each line individually like changing television stations or you can have them all going at once like you’re listening to four different youtube videos simultaneously but they all line up at certain parts. Like, I remember doing that one song before the Big Fight in West Side Story and thinking that was cool. Two summers later I heard Non-Stop for the first time and haven’t been the same since. We Don’t Talk About Bruno? Incredible. I’m sure In the Heights had an example of this too but I can’t recall specifics.
What’s interesting is that concert band/orchestral(/chamber choir too, apparently) music does this type of thing all the time, but the tricky part is the addition of words. In band, different instruments have different voices, sure, but adding words can make things muddy (I have personal experience with this through singing warmup rounds at choir practices last sem ugh). Miranda’s music is clean.
Anyway I’m gearing up for next semester (yknow, setting up Notion, clearing out Notability, etc), and I have a look at my schedule and come to find out that I’m taking the less favored prof for both biochem 2 and physics 2 which is lovely (I can tell based on who has the most seats left open lol). Frankly, I chose to stick with the same phys prof because even though he can’t teach I a) don’t want any classes before 11a this sem, b) want as many of my classes as possible to be back to back instead of having a gaping 2-hour hole between them, and c) got an A in his class last sem despite being frustrated and fed up the whole time so it probably will be annoying but at least it’ll be annoying in a way that I expect. The only reason I’m taking that biochem 2 prof is because the other one conflicts with my anth class.
Speaking of anth,,,,, I’ve been stressing over the past few weeks bc I couldn’t figure out exactly when the right time would be to send the anth prof an email checkup of like “heyyy I know I’m supposed to TA for you,, are we still cool for that?” because I didn’t wanna be too forward but then it got to the point where I’d waited too long to follow up in my opinion and I was also stressing bc I’ve got the whole imposter syndrome thing climbing up my throat again like bile (you know how it is) and it’s been absolutely paralyzing and the first day of his class is this Tuesday and then today he just goes and sends a casual little email today and is all like “excited to have u as a uta :) also meet ur co-uta she’s been working with me for a bit :)” and honestly that made me feel a little bit calmer. That’s what I’m thankful for today. That my fears were unfounded (and that, so far, everything seems to be turning out alright), as they so often are.
Last thing: It’s a crazy thing to be involved on campus. Over the past few days I’ve received emails from almost all of my major orgs about kickoff meetings and jazz and it’s kinda wild. That said, seeing the email from the orchestra reminded me that there was one primary goal which I did not complete at all: practicing the concert music. Not once. I completed the waistcoat and walking skirt (which I took out for their first spin today actually and it was fabulous (if I get some American Duchesses the skirt length will be perfect)), started on another top instead of the mauve one bc I need to figure out sleeve length stuff (might be able to finish it before I go back), finished my mom’s dress, started Ni No Kuni and Shadow of the Colossus pieces, and started working on my summer plans. So while I didn’t complete everything, I did do quite a bit, and I’m proud of what I was able to accomplish.
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Ana my workplace is frequented by almost exclusively white customers and I’m the only non white (I’m black) person working there. No one is racist that I know of but there is always a sense of exclusion, like when I walk into a room the convo dissipates, and I’m the last one to be invited or remembered for a company event. Have u had a similar situation ever?
hi! first of all --that really fucking sucks and i hope you allow yourself the space to admit that. that really just fucking sucks. I've had these situations happen to me when I was a newer employee but not because of race, mostly due to them not knowing me. this is one of my biggest """"secrets""": In work, I take what I call ..."the Beyonce approach." Im not hugely into music but i am into business and My favorite things about Beyonce are :
1. she never responds to rumors or insinuations of her character being Less than
2. she uplifts young people in her position using her power, instead of playing an intimidation game with them
3. she is always moving, always silent. surprise album drop.
What I learned from this:
1. never interact with gossip or rumors, either about others or myself. if conversation went quiet when I walked into a room, I would take control and introduce a new topic myself. I would make them speak to me, whether they liked it or not.
2. Anytime we had younger or newer employees to be trained, I would always volunteer to do the training and make them feel especially safe to ask me any question [i also have had the advantage of having been a tutor so i know when ppl are getting it and when they are Not], they feel 100% comfortable with me and they NOW that they are in their official roles, ride or DIE for me. anything that comes out of my email is their manual and they will turn to me before they turn to MY seniors. through your kindness, inspire. I bring in new people that I am sure will succeed--and when they do, it adds credibility to my opinions in the eyes of my sups, while earning me respect from other coworkers for bringing on intelligent people onto the team.
3. My work is Perfect period, no comma, no ellipsis, no comment, nothing. My work is superior and always presented as such. There is NOTHING ppl can say about my work that rings true in terms of critique. i work-work. and i apply to other positions, other jobs, other places. I do not pigeon hole myself, i am always working on the next move, educationally, career wise, FIELD wise, etc.
so from that, please take away this. You are in control. Whether someone else is racist or not, is not your problem right now. You do what you have control over; you make them speak to you, you make them respect you, and you hold your head up high because you are always going to be the best one there, you're going to make sure of it. if you have access to a person of color, or another black person who can come into the team, try to bring them onboard. look up your Org Chart and see who in the company is also a person of color or specifically black and honestly ask them to be your mentor, ask them for advice, how to move up and forward. You are not in a bad place, but obviously there is room for improvement. Diversity doesnt necessarily mean inclusiveness or people going out of their way to make you feel welcome--not in a pandering sense, but in the genuine sense where you are a human being! and you are nervous! and it helps to feel like you have someone who can see ur fuck ups as booboos instead of Faults. i get that. that isnt wrong. that isnt asking for too much. you deserve to feel like a part of your team and it's sad that they are failing you. But if anything, I hope you use this message in the best intention-- go in there and make them YOUR team.
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COLD & COLDER [ l. wong ]
↬︎ Group: Wayv
↬︎ Pairing: Vampire!Lucas x black!huntress OC
↬︎ Warning(s): none
PLOT. headcanons on being sucked into an arranged marriage with vampire prince lucas.
pt. 2
*gif not mine*
: selene cole came from a long line of hunters. she knew how to shoot a gun when she was ten, wielded double swords when she was twelve.
: the supernatural blended in with the humans and most lives peacefully, but some were downright devilish and loved to cause issues
: that’s where selene came in. at twenty-one, she had made a name for herself in the hunter and supernatural world.
: as the cold-blooded cole. merciless in her kills and never stopping short in torture tactics, selene was a force to be reckoned with.
: so how did she manage to fall in a conflicting situation with a vampire? the vampire prince at that.
: well....it was a dark and gloomy night. selene was on her way to an event, hosted by the United Hunters and Supernatural Allegiance council.
: sounds stupid right? well, it was. selene hated these events, but being apart of a prominent hunting family; to which her mother was a council member of the org, she had to attend.
: the deep green, satin dress she wore hugged her figure as she stepped out of the exclusive limo and up the red steps
: selene never knew what to expect, these events always brought something new every time they occured.
: so when she saw this fine ass man at the bar, she bought damn near tripped down the steps.
“Selene! You look beautiful honey!” Mrs. Cole greeted her daughter like she hadn’t seen her years.
Well...it had been three years and five months since they’d seen each other. By choice.
With a genuine smile, Selene hugged her mother back and pulled away. “Thanks mom. You look great also, did you cut your hair?”
Her mom always kept her hair in curls, like an afro. It came at her shoulders, but now it seemed to stop below her ear lobes.
“Oh yes! Been a year now and I love it! Your father is talking to the King of the vampires right now, I think you should go over there. Your brothers are there as well, great time for y’all to mingle.” Her mother offered, probably about to go mingle with other important people.
Selene’s eyes wandered the crowd in search of her three brothers, she caught eyes with the man again before resuming her search for the four men. She spotted them near the stage, standing behind their father as he spoke to a man and a woman.
Great.
“Alright mom. I’ll see you later, love you.” Selene said, leaning forward to give her mom a light hug and a chaste kiss to the cheek.
The two Cole women separated and it was up to Selene to minimize the amount of socializing she’d have to do in between her journey to her brothers and father.
It took roughly three minutes for her to reach them, but it felt like ten with the amount of hunters praising her for her work in the hunting world. With their praises came sneers and glares from other supernatural groups.
Keep a better grip on your people and I wouldn’t have to kill them Selene thought to herself whenever someone glared at her.
“Sweetheart!! It’s great to see you!” Mr. Cole greeted his daughter, but it wasn’t one of genuine intent.
Her father was always quick to boast about his favorite child. It often led to tension with her other siblings who were....less successful than she.
With a tight lipped smile, Selene stiffly gave a hug to her father. “Hey dad, how are you?”
The older man let out a small laugh and pulled away from his daughter’s embrace, but kept his hand on her lower back. This let Selene know that he was about to show her off to his ‘friends.’
“Oh i’m wonderful, listen I want you to meet King Lucian of the vampires and his wife, Queen Mei. They’re striking up a peace treaty with the council. Their son is around here somewhere.” Her father babbled.
Selene smiled at the two immortal creatures and bowed slightly in respect. She may have had to kill their kind, but she always respected the unnatural that walked this earth until they disrespected others.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. How lovely that a trip to see my brothers grants me the opportunity to meet royalty.”
Queen Mei gave a warming smile, well as warming as she could get, while King Lucian held an unbothered stare.
“Oh, you’re too kind. Our son is actually supposed to be over here to meet your family, but it seems he’s wandered off.” The Queen commented.
This son of theirs must be very important and childish if he runs off like this. Selene’s first impression on the vampire Prince was none too kind.
“Well you know how boys can be. Always off doing their own thing.” Mr. Cole spoke, vouching for the boy.
Mentions of boys reminded Selene what she came over to do. Excusing herself, she turned around to face the three males that were behind her.
“If it isn’t the three stooges.” She teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she sized up her siblings.
Marco scoffed. “You’re one to talk, princess.” He bit, emphasizing the ending.
Selene raised an eyebrow at his hostility. Her brother was never this tight with her, often engaging in the teasing she started with them.
Roman, her youngest brother, nudged Marco warningly. “Bro, chill. Watch what you say.”
Selene eyed the two with caution before locking eyes with the oldest sibling out of them all. “Z, what is he talking about?” She asked Zeus, suddenly feeling like a little kid again.
His brown eyes softened with remorse and sadness. “I’m truly sorry Sel, but it’s for a good cause.”
A good what? Selene was officially confused and a little agitated at all the secrecy that was going on. Why wasn’t anyone telling her anything?
Just as Selene had turned around to speak to her father, she locked eyes with the man from the bar as he made his way to them.
He was more handsome up close, with piercings in his ears and hair messily hanging in his face. Selene had to admire his beauty. He looked like a God...a very tall God.
“This must be my bride-to-be. Gorgeous little thing.” The man smirked, stopping right behind Queen Mei.
Selene’s eyes went wide with horror.
“Your who?!”
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Hi! Congratz on 150 followers! I love your one shots and I’m def looking forward to more of collateral damage. I’ve read your about me and you see really cool, hope school/ work is going well for you! Anyways for the match-up event
Female with she/her/hers pronouns
Zodiac sign: Taurus
MTBI: ENTP-T
3 Things I Look for in a Relationship:
1) intelligence and shared interests. I’m a huge nerd and I love learning about all sorts of things and random facts. I’d love to be able to fact dump about my newest hobby or hyperfixation with a partner who’s interested/ good at listening (even if they aren’t interested). My love language is quality time, and this 100% can just be talking for hours about random things or enjoying a shared hobby together (napping🥰🥰🥰🥰)
2) A good sense of humor. I only communicate through sarcasm and teasing/ light bullying, and I love when people can match that energy.
3) Emotionally available. I understand that with any relationship, you need to build up trust and support over time, but I need a partner who is also just willing to be there for me when shit sucks, ya know? I’m a pretty forward person, and I feel like I’m kind of vulnerable with my emotions in a relationship and I need to know that it’s not one sided. So I guess also communication…?
Sorry that was kind of a lot more than three but I couldn’t pick, hope I’m not making your job too difficult.
Definitely a sub (100% brat) but I’m not opposed to taking control, I’m just not confident/experienced enough
Top 3 biggest kinks:
1. Overstimulation/ forced org@sm and masochism (receiving, specifically dubcon or cnc- related, so I feel like those 2 kinda relate?)
2. Bondage (I mean, the ODM gear certainly has its perks in battle and all, but it’s also kinda really hot 🥵 )
3) Degradation, mixed with praise bc that makes sense. Idk you could say a lot to me in the moment, but I will need reassurance and praise afterwards.
Wow. I just info-dumped a lot about myself on you and now your followers. 🙃I hope this was okay and not too difficult/too much work. Thanks so much for all your fantastic content!!!
RESULTING MATCH: LEVI ACKERMAN
— sfw
➼ levi doesn’t speak often, but that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to listening about all of your current hyperfixations. he won’t admit it out loud, but he actually finds your enthusiasm and energy endearing
➼ as a captain, he’s also typically busy with his duties, but any time he gets off, he’s spending it with you. whether that’s taking you into town to get dinner or just sitting with you in bed with a warm cup of black tea
➼ don’t worry, he certainly isn’t afraid to bully you, especially if you start it. he’s quick to feign annoyance and call you a brat, but he loves bantering with you, and he always ends up cracking a smile about halfway through
➼ levi doesn’t shy away when things get rough for you; he’s right there with open arms, embracing you tightly and rubbing your back while you cry. he’s seen so much pain in his life, and he wishes he could take it all away for you
➼ when it gets late at night and you’re cuddled up to him, that’s when he tells you how much he loves you. he’s spare with his praise, but he’ll never let you forget that he loves you unconditionally
— nsfw
➼ it takes a while for you two to get intimate, but once you do, levi isn’t holding back any of his punches, especially since you don’t either. you’re one of the biggest brats he’s ever met, and he has every intention to tame you
➼ he has different methods to achieve that, oftentimes tying you up to the bed so he can have free reign over your body, nimble fingers swiping circles into your clit as he makes you cum for the nth time
➼ he doesn’t even stop his ministrations when you climax, continuing to overstimulate you until there are tears running down your cheeks. yet, he still doesn’t think that you’ve learned your lesson
➼ it doesn’t matter if you tell him you’re too sensitive, he’s spreading your legs and aligning his cock to your slit, taking you by force if he has to. he’ll pin your hands beside your head and slam into you regardless
➼ and the worst thing is, levi will taunt you the entire time. he’ll call you a greedy little slut, telling you that even if you say you don’t want him, your body is betraying you by sucking him in so deeply
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Hi James! Question for your hockey brain as a Nol Pat and Flyers fan (and I think you’re those things in a way that are not as bound up in one another as they are for me which is why I’m asking you... that and bc I really like and respect your hockey thoughts and opinions):
I was listening to a podcast today and they were all going around saying who needs to make huge strides next season. The last person to go (after more obvious things like uh, goaltending and defense) said Nolan which I obviously don’t disagree with because by just about every measure he hasn’t had a good season though I think him playing as much as he did in this weird season was pretty good all things considered. I think it’s still pretty possible the Flyers resign him for another one year contract this summer but obviously see plenty of chatter on Twitter that maybe it’s best he and the org part ways.
So this is a truly ridiculous amount of context to my question: do you think Nolan can still succeed with the Flyers next year/going forward and what do you think needs to happen to make that possible? I really want to see him succeed within the organization because who wouldn’t want that for a player they’ve grown to really like on their favorite hockey team! Not to mention I remember being so excited at getting the second pick and I still want that to work out long term even if at this point that was a while ago. But yea, if it’s not gonna work I guess it’s not gonna work and better for all to move on? I have a lot of thoughts in both directions on this... just curious to pick your brain on yours. Thanks 😊!
alright so here’s the deal.
i dont know why on earth people got it in their heads that nolan was going to have some sort of phenomenal, superstar season. hes a good player! he is! but he missed over a year of professional hockey, and part of that time, he wasnt able to get on the ice at ALL because of covid. his season has been exactly what it shouldve been, not to mention his puck luck has kinda sucked and his numbers arent even indicative of how good he’s been. he’s gotten way more special team minutes than i thought he would and its been really good for him to boot! so like, do i expect to see improvement next year? yes! do i think its like, unfathomable that he hasnt been a 20 goal scorer? no! he needed time to find his feet again and figure out how to manage pro hockey, not to mention the added obstacles of covid and the holes in the flyers lineup.
i think this is one of those situations where neither answer is wrong. could nolan find success within the organization? yeah, i think so, if they do the right things and find a coach that is much, much better at handling the development of young players. could he also find success outside the organization given the exact same parameters? yeah! if the flyers decide they dont think the effort is worth the output and trade him to a team better suited to developing young players, then he could find success there too. i think mostly it just comes down to how the flyers decide to support nolan’s development from here, and that could be within the organization, but trading players is sometimes just another way to support player development. the bottom line here is we all just need to take a breath, see how the offseason plays out, and be patient. itll play itself out, and whatever happens will happen.
#you see the leafs sign a lot of european free agents and then trade them if they cant find minutes for them on the leafs starting lineup#see: barabanov and lehtonen and par lindholm and probably more lmao#but like if nolan were to be traded i would look at it like that#anon#answered
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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 #10: In which Cameron tries to spoil Donna
[CN: food and eating mentions]
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In January of 2021, Donna realized and voiced the obvious while watching television one day: “We’re really not gonna be able to have people over for Galentine’s Day, are we?”
Cameron didn’t always entirely enjoy the spectacle or debauchery that sometimes happened at Donna’s Galentine parties, but she was still sorry that it wouldn’t be safe or advisable to celebrate that year. Gently, she replied, “Not considering a Galentine’s video conference, then?”
“I guess I could do that,” Donna sighed heavily. “It won’t be the same though. And we won’t be able to give out gift bags!” she wailed.
Donna looked forward to organizing a party for February 13 every year, but her favorite part of Galentine’s Day had always been making and giving gift bags filled with expensive indulgences to their friends, and Cameron had never really understood it. It was, in fact, one of the very few things that Cameron didn’t love about Donna, and she wasn’t sure why it bothered her. Donna certainly had the money for it, and what better way to spend your money than on giving nice things to your friends? But no matter how hard she tried, Cameron just couldn’t shake her discomfort with the gross materialism of it.
Still, Cameron tried to be encouraging. “You could send care packages, couldn’t you?”
Donna thought about it for a moment, and then said, “Putting all that strain on the postal service just so I can send my friends expensive scented candles and handmade journals?” Her face collapsed into a look of utter despair at the very thought. “That just feels so ‘let them eat cake,’ doesn’t it?”
“You are not a naive and undereducated young queen who was bamboozled into inheriting a bankrupt and rapidly disintegrating monarchy,” Cameron said, patting Donna’s hand comfortingly. “And you’re also not a nameless, possibly non-existent princess in a non-fiction work by Jean-Jacques Rousseau, or Maria-Teresa, the Spanish princess who might have actually said that.”
With a bemused smile, Donna said, “I love that you just know that.”
“Yeah, well.” Cameron said, putting an arm around Donna. “Just because I have a reputation for being a princess-hater doesn’t mean that I actually hate them. I mean, look at who I married.”
“Cameron Howe, Defender of Princesses,” Donna said. “That has a ring to it? I’ll have to make you head of my queensguard when I inherit the throne.”
Cameron arched an eye brow at Donna. “Are you trying to tell me that you wanna play exiled gay princess and devoted butch lady knight?”
Finally and fully distracted from her galentine’s day disappointment, Donna laughed. And then she kissed Cameron.
***
Cameron got out of bed late that night and went downstairs for two hours. When she returned, Donna woke up briefly, and she said, “Hey? You okay? Where’d you go?”
“Never you mind,” Cameron said, getting under the covers. “I was making you some brioche to throw at the peasants.”
“What?” Donna cried. Then she realized that Cameron was kidding and giggled. “Okay, okay. Keep your secrets.”
Curling up next to Donna, Cameron kissed her shoulder. Resting her head on her pillow, she said, “Good night, sleep tight, your royal highness.”
“Likewise, good Sir Cameron!” Donna said, falling back to sleep.
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In early February, while Cameron worked on the requested Valentine’s Day decorations, Donna tried to come up with an alternate Galentine plan. She filled out cards and sent them early, and then she sent messages to everyone on her guest list to see if they might have time for individual video chats. She wound up scheduling early morning coffee with Tanya, an afternoon check in with Dr. Katie Herman, and cocktail hour with Risa and her partner, and also Cameron. She spent the next few days trying to come up with ‘something else.’ When she finally resorted to mopily looking through all of their saved and archived photos of past Galentine’s Day parties, she figured it out.
Cameron woke up on the 13th to an email from Donna. While Donna fried eggs and bacon and poured mixed berry waffles, Cameron, sitting at the kitchen island, looked at her phone, and asked, “Did you email me this morning?”
“You, and many of our friends!” Donna chirped.
Flatly, Cameron said, “If it’s a severed head, I’m gonna be very upset.” She clicked on the email with her thumb to read it.
The email said, “To my favorite galentine: while we can’t celebrate with our friends this year, we can give to others, and we also absolutely need to give as much as we can spare during this on-going crisis. So while I do love giving ridiculously priced candles and pens to our friends, this year, my gift is a donation in your name to Girls Who Code.” The closing of the email said, “With any luck we’ll be able to celebrate with our friends next year, but in the meantime: Happy Galentine’s Day! -xo DC.”
And then at the very end of the email, there was an attachment, a photo of Cameron and Donna in the kitchen, preparing snacks, that Haley had taken at their first Galentine’s Day gathering.
Cameron stared at the photo for a minute, and then asked, “Wait, did you make donations for everyone?”
“Yes, yes I did,” Donna said, as she opened the waffle iron. “To different places though, food banks, abortion funds and domestic violence support groups, bail funds, and Black and indigenous justice orgs.”
Overwhelmed by a rush of affection toward her wife, Cameron said, “I think that that was a great way to celebrate. Nice work, Boss.”
Donna’s blushed as she made their plates. “Thank you! I just hope it helps, somehow. Sometimes it all feels futile, you know? It feels less futile when you bring all your friend into it and then email them about it, though!”
They ate breakfast, and then before Donna could say anything else, Cameron said, “Okay, so, I’ve done something. Something that was meant to help cheer you up.”
“Oh?” Donna asked, intrigued.
Cameron got up from her seat, went around the island, and took Donna’s hand. Donna got up, and Cameron escorted her their living room couch, where Cameron had placed two large red gift bags. “You always said that everyone opening their gift bags together was your favorite part of all of this, so. I made two bags for us. It’s not the same as all of our friends opening our git bags together, but, it’s something?”
“Oh, Cam,” Donna frowned. “I love the pseudo but not-quite Gift of the Magi vibes, but, you didn’t have to do this.”
“I know I didn’t, but everything sucks so I figured why not,” Cameron said, picking up her bag and sitting down on the couch. Come on! Sit!” She picked up Donna’s bag, and handed it to her.
Donna accepted the bag from her. She looked at it, and then said, “If this is a severed head, I’m also gonna be very upset.”
“It’s not, it’s a gun rack,” Cameron deadpanned. “For the last time, sit, already!”
Donna sat down next to her, and with the bag in her lap, she started to pull out the pink tissue paper Cameron had crumped and stuffed into the top. “Okay, so what have we got first?” Donna reached into the bag, and pulled out a small plastic bottle. “Scented moisturizing hand sanitizer!”
“The white vetiver scent,” Cameron said, holding hers up. “I didn’t like it at first, but you were right, as always. Now it’s my favorite.”
“A luxurious yet practical item, and a fine choice!” Donna enthused. “What’s next?” She reached into the bag, and pulled out a large tube of aloe-infused hand cream. “Ah, an old standby, and another Emerson-Howe household staple.”
Looking at the tube that been in her bag, Cameron said, “I wanted to go with something fancy, but this stuff just works so well! I feel like we can never have enough of it.”
Reaching into her bag again, Donna felt some plastic wrap, and then pulled out a black and blush pink leopard print 100% silk face mask, packaged with its own silk case.
Cameron looked at her own navy blue and star patterned mask, and admitted, “This is the biggest splurge in here. But as long as we’re double masking….”
With a small sigh, Donna reached into her bag again, and found a set of silk scrunchies, with the same leopard print as her mask. “Oh, I was thinking about trying these! Thank you for remembering me talking about it.”
“What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t buy you the one thing you single thing you put off buying for yourself?” Cameron said. “You can try mine, too, I don’t think I’ll end up using them.”
Donna reached into the bottom of the bag, and found the next to last item, a small cardboard box. When she looked at it, it was a fresh tube of her favorite nude pink lipstick, which she’d been wearing since the late ‘90s, and had been meaning to repurchase.
“I just got a drugstore lip balm for myself, nude rose is your color, not mine,” Cameron said.
Donna snorted. “That was probably the best way to handle it. Thank you for knowing my color.”
“That’s the end of what’s in my bag!” Cameron said. “There’s one more thing in your bag though, because we only need one.”
Donna found the last item. A copy of the Criterion release of Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Donna held it up and said, “Oh…as I recall, you liked this movie better than I did!”
“Yes,” Cameron agreed, “but, you said that you liked it, and that you wanted to try watching it again at home. Which I thought we could maybe do sometime this month.”
Donna smiled at her. “Honestly, I would love that. It’s a date.”
Donna was about to lean in and kiss Cameron to properly thank her, when her phone, forgotten in the kitchen, rang.
“Ack, that’s probably Tanya!” Donna jumped up. “We’re supposed to ‘have coffee’ together!”
“Go answer, then!” Cameron said. “I can clean this up and I can take care of the dishes, too.”
“This was perfect and I love you!” Donna hurriedly kissed her, before rushing off. Already half way to the kitchen, she called out, “Happy Galentine’s Day!” behind her.
“Hard same, have fun, tell Tanya I say hi!” Cameron shouted after her.
#sorry but also not sorry for the gratuitous wayne's world reference!#happy galentine's day bbys#please try to enjoy it and celebrate your friends and loved ones as best as you can despite everything!#femslash february#femslash february 2021#fan fiction#cameron howe#donna clark#donna emerson
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