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sombrashe · 1 year

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Trick or Treat

this is a repost because my original blog was deleted

relationship(s) könig x reader

content afab gender neutral reader, chubby reader, reader gets called a whore (consensually) by themselves and könig, könig being soft and lots of aftercare, crying, semi-public, multiple orgasms, size difference, könig is a virgin

König's eyes widened as he walked into the bathroom. Your calls for him stirred him from the nap he had been taking.

"So?" You gave him a twirl with a gleeful smile, "I finally got my hands on that damned skirt."

You had spent all week cutting, dirtying, and bloodying your outfit for tonight's party.

"Are you sure that's what you want to wear? It's cold out."

His voice was soft and slow as if he was choosing his words carefully.

"König, I'm a whore and I've never gotten cold."

He fidgets with the skin under his nails, "You're not a whore."

"Whore, Slut, Hoe, whatever you wanna call it, I am!"

You sounded so happy as you fixed your hair in the mirror, "What else would you call someone who can take your entire cock down their throat?"

He pauses his movements and blushes deep under his mask.

"Oh come on, maus. Don't do that before we have to leave."

You give him a warm smile and apologize. Giving his masked cheek a small kiss.

"You never answered me."

"You look... verdammte Scheiße... prächtig."

You're surprised your face hasn't frozen since you started dating König with how often he makes you smile.

"Thank you, love bug."

You finish fixing up your hair and add the finishing touches to your makeup before turning back to him. You notice his mask turned down slightly and realize he's staring at your bent-over body. You shake your legs just enough to jiggle your thighs and ass making him jerk his head away. You laugh at his reaction and place a gentle hand on his fidgeting arm. He was swaying in place as he often did when he got caught looking at your body.

"Baby boy, you can stare all you want, trust me, you can touch me too."

You bite your lip and place both hands on his chest. He groaned softly and you could tell he was starting to get hard.

"I don't want to hurt you."

This was his reasoning every time you flirted, it always ended up with you both getting each other off.

"I'm a virgin, not glass, König. I don't break easily."

He wanted to make sure your first times were perfect, every little detail meticulously planned.

You just wanted him to fuck you stupid.

"I know that I just..." he gestures around, "you're so small and I'm so..." he stops himself, embarrassed.

You cup his mask and look him in the eyes, "I know, love bug. Take all the time you need, I promise I'll be happy no matter what." You give his mask one last kiss before you're intertwining your fingers.

Every year König would go as Michael Myers while you would dress as whatever but, this year you finally convinced him to do a matching couple costume with you. Him being the infamous Ghostface while you were his helpless victim. The ride to the party was short, your best friend was hosting it as a "Halloween Warming Party". She moved in down the street from you so you could be together more often which was exhilarating for you.

"I missed you!"

You heard her shout from down the hall. You look over and smile as you hug each other.

"Look at you."

She gasps, spinning you around, and you giggle while posing.

"Right? It's cute, isn't it? It barely cost me anything."

You had thrifted all the pieces in both of your costumes, all except the mask which you bought at the local shops and personally bloodied.

"Oh, I love that." She breathes before gasping and grabbing your hand.

"I have to introduce you to the girl I'm seeing." She states happily dragging you along.

You go to reach for König but realize too late he's in the other room. Your heart tugs as you want to pull away and find him.

He'll be okay, you think, hopefully... I'll make it up to him.

You're broken out of your thoughts by a tall woman in front of you, she was stunning.

"Hi, I'm Jacqueline."

You introduce yourself and shake her hand, "You're stunning, I love your outfit. Amanda from Saw right?"

She covers her mouth as she smiles and nods.

"Yeah, she's my favorite character."

You proceed to have a conversation with her about the saw franchise and before you know it it's been two hours and you still haven't seen König anywhere.

"Oh shit, König." You gasp, rushed. Your best friend was missing as well.

"König? That's your boyfriend right?" Jacqueline asks, "Yeah, she told me all about you two."

She smiles behind her hand again and you can see why your best friend chose her. You two link arms and set out to find your respective partners. You find them a few minutes later sitting at her dining room table playing a card game.

"Oh! There they are!"

Your best friend squeaks before coming up to hug you both.

"We were getting worried, thought you two fell asleep."

She despised horror movies so you knew her conversation is the reason she set out on her own.

"Funny." You state sticking out your tongue at her.

"Anyways, once I kick König's ass at blackjack you can have him back."

"Bullshit." You hear König speak up and you're happily surprised at his sudden outburst. You and Jacqueline sit down to watch as your best friend's prediction comes true.

"Told you I'd win!" She stands and claps happily as König throws his cards on the table.

"Best 19 out of 20?"

You realize just how long you two were talking.

"König, I think Jacqueline would like to spend some time with her girlfriend."

You watch as he realizes his situation and he apologizes. Your best friend bumps her fist to his shoulder.

"Don't sweat it big guy, we'll see you around."

She takes Jacqueline's hand and they walk into the crowd. You dance your fingers over König's gloved hand and smile up at him.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone, I'm glad you found someone to hang out with though."

He doesn't say anything but you know he's smiling under his mask, his blurred eyes crinkling at the edges. You stand up and speak, your lips against the shell of his covered ear.

"You mind if I make it up to you? When we were picking this apartment I saw a very nice-looking bathroom in the back."

You catch his fingers digging into his palms out of the corner of your eye. He stands, the chair squeaking against the hardwood. You grab his hand and lead him away from the center of the party. Reaching the bathroom you realize it's much more secluded than you originally remembered. It was off the main hallway in its own hidden area behind a wall right beside the bedroom. You open the door and are ushered in quickly by König.

"Oh, someone's eager."

You giggle as you turn to the lock clicking. You slide down to your knees not wasting any time. Reaching up you hold the end of his robe up to him. He takes it and removes it, letting it fall to the ground beside him. His tight black undershirt hugged his toned body perfectly. You were face to face with the tent straining against his jeans. You slowly unzip his pants and simply pull his cock from his boxers, not bothering to remove either article fully.

You run your thumb over his slit, pre cum wetting it. Pulling up his cock a little you lick a stripe from the base to the tip. Making sure to prod the vein that sat there. He was huge, his height was not the only thing to brag about. You slowly start to take him in your mouth, ever so gently gliding your teeth against him as you pull him back out. He shudders at the action and you repeat it a few more times. Until his hand reaches down and tangles itself in your hair.

He grinds his teeth as he starts to push you down to fully take his cock. You hollow your cheeks and breathe through your nose as your throat relaxes. Humming you start to bob your head.

He loved seeing you like this, your confidence boldening him and it always took everything in him not to fuck you until you were begging for release. That's what his dreams were for but, tonight he didn't think they would be enough.

You were perfect:

That tiny little skirt, your panties which were so tiny they keep on getting sucked in between your lips, the drool and tears that mixed as he forced you down so deep his happy trail tickled your nose.

Absolutely perfect.

He rested his head against the door as he came, voice low and body shuddering. You swallowed every drop until he pulled out. Smiling up at him you rubbed the drool off with the back of your hand.

"How'd I do? Did I make it up to you?" You ask softly following his eyes as he crouches down before you.

"Not yet."

You're confused. He gently wipes the tears from your eyes and catches your lips in a kiss. He's only ever taken his mask off when he was between your legs and even then it was only pulled up just enough to taste you. You want to say something, reach up and touch his exposed face but, you decide against it

"You're pretty." You settle and he smiles. Red dusting his cheeks and nose.

"Danke." He says truthfully before catching your lips with his again.

The simple kisses of before swiftly turn deeper as your tongues bump against each other. His hands are on your body and you're surprised, he normally tries so hard to keep calm and to himself during these moments. Always so afraid he's going to hurt you. He reaches for your breasts and gently grabs at one of them. You break the kiss and begin to unbutton your shirt. He watches intently as you push it off your shoulders. Your bra is next as both articles fall to the floor. He takes a moment to take in your naked upper half. Your heart is loud in your ears, each beat audible as he reaches out to rub his fingertips across both breasts.

“Tell me to stop.”

You're shocked, you've never had to tell him to stop before. He was always the one who cut things short when he was getting overwhelmed.

“No.”

His beautiful hazel eyes flick to yours and he pauses.

Fuck

Maybe you messed up, maybe you should have stopped it when you had the chance. He keeps his eyes burning into yours when he reaches out and pinches your nipple. You feel heat rush from the impact. You let out a soft whine and he does it again to the other one. Your legs spread as you grind down onto the rug.

"König."

Your voice is melodic as you whisper his name. He continues to pinch and twist your sensitive buds watching your face the entire time. Your eyes were closed and your eyebrows raised as your mouth gaped open with whines and whimpers. You were speeding up now, thrusting to try and come undone. With a shake you cum into your panties, the fabric becoming wet with slick.

"Fuck, König."

You tilt your head and blink up at him. Your skirt had raised and it looked more like a belt. His face was bright red and you reached up to cup his cheeks. His body bends to request your wish.

"God I want your cock so badly, baby. Will you give it to me? Please?"

He's flustered his eyes looking anywhere, but at you. He was hunched over as you kept him still, You were going to retract your statement his lack of words scaring you for the second time.

"Versprichst du, dass du das willst?"

You grin and nod happily, "Yes, yes. A billion times, yes."

He straightens himself then and with you, so far on the ground that you feel even shorter than normal before him. It turned you on. He reached out his hand and you gingerly took it. He helps you to your feet and his hands are gripping your waist.

"You have to promise to cum three more times before I even think about fucking you."

You bite your lip at his bold behavior.

"Okay," you say softly, "just let me send a quick message."

You grab your phone and text your best friend, and her reply is almost immediate. You continue your update to her. His fingers are playing with the hem of your skirt and he kneels down in front of you. You want to grab his hair and grind against his face, feeling his nose bump your clit as you squeeze your thighs against his ears. You're broken out of your thoughts by his fingers tapping against your skin.

"Did you hear me?"

"No, sorry."

"I asked if you knew your panties were pushed in between your lips like this?"

You lift your skirt and see the fabric drowned in between your plump flesh.

"Huh, no I didn't."

You lied. You knew exactly how you looked all night, you made sure no one but him would ever see such a sensitive area on display. His eyes flicked to your nose and he could tell you were lying

He stayed quiet as he pulled the fabric from between, the wetness squishing between his fingers. Pulling them down he helps you step out of them. Instead of placing them with your shirt, he folds them neatly before they’re shoved into his pocket.

You're shocked.

"I'm going to need those!"

"Act like a whore, be treated like a whore. You better hope we don't finish until the party is over."

Warm throbbing floods your cunt at his words, your walls flexing around nothing. His gloved hand found its original mark, one thick finger pushing past your folds to gather some of your slick. Using it, he runs it against your clit and you smile at the feeling.

"God I can't wait to cum for you."

You realize every time you give him praise the tip of his nose turns red. It's cute. You give it a small kiss.

He never once penetrates you as he continues to rub at your clit. Your fingers find purchase in his soft hair as you grind against him.

"Oh god, just like that."

He speeds up, now rubbing at your entrance to tease you. The bastard still won't give you what you want.

"Mmm, aren't you-," a moan breaks your words, "aren't you supposed to be prepping m- me?"

"I am."

It's all he says and you want to force his hand, feel his thick fingers moving inside of you. The thought alone has you crashing as you cum. A soft moan leaves your lips as he rubs once more before pulling away. He continues to stay on his knees as he pulls your hips towards his face. You let out a giggle as he bumps his forehead against your pelvis. Moaning as his tongue pushes past to swipe at your fluttering walls.

"Just like honey."

You wrinkle your nose, "Gross?"

He looks up at you with narrow eyes, "Sweet."

"I hate honey, it's simply not good."

"You also don't drink hot tea, something else I'll never understand."

You're unable to reply as he latches his lips against your clit giving it a few hard sucks.

"Ohhh."

His mouth moved south more and he's back to pushing his tongue against your entrance. His hooked nose bumps against your clit every time you grind against his face. You're surprised at how well he's keeping his composure, wishing he would throw his morals away to just fuck you against the counter

You whine as your movements become hurried, your body on autopilot. A few more thrusts against his nose and you're coming undone. Your body bent over his head as your knees bent. You're panting by the end of it and he's still licking at you

“König…”

He finally pulls away and you watch him lick your orgasm off his lips, your hands removing the rest. His lips are on yours and you can taste your salt on his tongue, nothing like honey but you can admit you have an addicting taste.

“I see why you like to be on your knees so much.” You hum against his lips and he grins, showing off his teeth.

"Was kann ich sagen? Ich bitte"

“Hmmm, that you do.”

You're back to kissing and you have to grip his shirt as he leans you back. You're pressed awkwardly against the countertop but you don't mind as his fingers press against your entrance.

“Think you can orgasm for me one more time?”

You love this newfound confidence he has, maybe the idea of finally being buried inside of you has him eager. You gasp out a yes as he pushes three fingers inside of your wet heat. Your head falls back as he holds onto your waist His arm is pinned between you two forcing his movements to become limited.. Your fingers reach down to play with your clit. The feeling of pleasure and pain courses through your veins. Tears dot the corner of your eyes as you tiptoe over the edge. your body seizes up as your third orgasm rips through you, this one almost painful as pleasure floods down your thighs. You're panting against him as he holds you tightly. You feel your ribs being crushed, but his strong grip is something you haven't felt before so you allow the pain.

"Fuck." Your voice cracks as you hold onto him.

He pulls you away and you try to stand on wobbly legs. His grip is steady as he searches your blissed-out face.

"You did so good, das Mäuschen. We can stop here."

You frown and force your brain to find words through the fog.

"No, I don't want to stop. Stop that, if you want to stop then tell me that. We're a team."

You don't mean for your voice to become whiny but his constant worry is eating away at your frazzled nerves. You know he's just trying to be a gentleman but right now you were aching for him. His eyes darken and he gently takes your chin.

"Bettle um meinen Schwanz und ich werde darüber nachdenken, Gnade zu geben."

You push out your bottom lip as you look up at him through your eyelashes. Your voice is soft as you press your hands against his chest.

"I need it so badly König, need your cock to stuff me full. Please, fuck me until I'm a mess. Until neither of us can move. I want to cum on your cock so badly, baby."

He looks at you with eyes filled with love, so much so that you're almost taken aback. His hands rest on your hips and he asks you to jump, his voice thick with lust. You oblige, bending your knees you give a little jump. Your legs wrap around him. His height and the fact he was military always eased your mind when he wanted to lift you. He sets you on top of the counter and you relax your leg, letting your thighs come to rest against the cold granite. You spread your legs, the wet pop of your orgasms sounding as your lips parted. Your cheeks heated up, but when you noticed the way he stared at you your embarrassment faded away. He was like a predator and you were his prey.

Your body was perfect to him and despite the fear in his head of ruining it, he needed you more than he let on. The nights spent with his cock in his hand while in the shower were no longer enough. Tonight was his breaking point, his resolve fading as you looked up at him with nervous eyes. The way your chest rose and fell and how your body was so receptive to his touch caused his cock to throb painfully. He grips your thighs and takes a deep breath.

Removing one hand he places it on his cock and presses it against your tight heat. You bite your lip and never remove your eyes from his movements. He pushes his cock partly inside your heat and has to pause. His grip is strong on your thigh and you bite your tongue to keep from reacting. His breathing is already labored and you get nervous.

“König?”

You place a gentle hand on his cheek and he looks into your eyes. His pupils are blown. His jaw is clenched and your stomach twists. He looks so angry. You know he would never hurt you but maybe you pushed him too far.

“You okay? You need to stop?”

He shakes his head, “I've never felt this before”

You knew he was a virgin.

“You don't have to go in right away, take your time baby.”

You cup his cheeks and place soft kisses across his face. His breathing calms down and when he blinks you watch as his pupils constrict back to normal. It was creepy how quickly he was able to calm down from the brink but I guess military training helps. He moves his hand back into position and pushes in. Your head falls back as he pushes inch by inch in.

“Oh, fuck.”

You're biting your bottom lip so hard you can taste blood. You can't help the grin that comes over your face. The feeling of finally getting what you wanted for years helped ease the burn that ached between your legs. He’s pushed as far as your body allows him, resistance telling him you can't take anymore. He gathers you into his arms and you dig your nails into his back.

“I may cry.”

When you don't get a response you tell him you're being serious. You've cried before from the stimulation. Something about orgasming so many times always frazzles your nerves, but you know the next one will feel ethereal.

“I know, maus”

You both stay like this for a few minutes. The burn slowly fades away and your eagerness returns. He’s trying to get used to your heat, hoping that when he starts to move he's able to hold on until you’re fucked out. When your nails relax he pulls back to look at you. Tears are already pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Ready?”

His arms leave your waist and he gently presses at the corners of your eyes catching your unfallen tears.

“Yes.”

Your voice is strained and bliss-filled which causes his cock to twitch inside of you. He finally starts to move, pulling out almost completely before slowly pushing himself back in. Your fingers are gripping his arms. He feels the sting of your nails, his back already throbbing with welts. He didn't care, he would let you rip him apart if it meant he got to be buried inside of you like this. Your squishy thighs squeeze at his hips as your heels dig into his ass. His cock being pushed so deep inside of you has you seeing stars. You whimpered as he sped up.

His breathing was calm except for the little hitch every time he bottomed out inside of you. The sounds coming from your soaked cunt have him gripping at the flesh on your hips. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his stayed securely around your waist. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening as he finally lost himself pounding into you. The jolt of his hips slamming into you, your legs being pushed back. Your cunt made obscene sounds, your orgasms lubing you up until there was no resistance. König is mumbling to you in german, his voice whiny as he begs you to cum. His voice mixed with the delicious way he pounded you has you spasming around his cock. You go silent as you orgasm. He cums soon after. Ropes of cum coating the inside of your puffy cunt. You're both panting into each other, your lips connect for a moment.

You felt lines of wet coating your cheek and you realize you're crying. You hiccuped and König grabbed some toilet paper. Gently blotting your face he places kisses against the soft of your face. He throws the used tissue in the bin. König is sweet with you as he gingerly runs circles into your thighs. He's asking if you're okay in that soft voice he does when speaking to an injured animal.

"I'm fine."

Your voice is hoarse from all your noises. He frowns and reaches past you to turn on the tap. You watch with tired eyes as he fills up his hands and offers them to you. You want to laugh and say no, that you're okay and don't need hand water but you'd be lying. You hurriedly drink the water as heat spreads up your neck from embarrassment. You truly feel like an injured animal now being cared for by your mountain of a man boyfriend. He does this a few more times until you're able to shake your head.

"Enough?" You smile up at him and turn to look at yourself in the mirror.

You're a mess: your makeup has streaks from your tears and your eyeliner has run down them washing away the fake streaks you had made earlier that night, your eyes were puffy and your bottom lip was bitten and bigger, your eyes were red and your nose burned from snot. You had no idea how he kept ramming into you if this is how you looked the entire time.

"It's a compliment."

You look back at him in confusion.

"You had that face you get when you're thinking negatively about yourself, you think you look ugly or something similar."

You go to disagree, put his mind at ease but he stops you.

"Don't lie to me, I know all your faces... or I do now. You made new ones a few minutes ago."

The heat returns and you rub at your nose.

"Yeah, I was thinking I looked ugly. Don't understand how you think I look good."

"Because I love you and you look good to me all the time, das Mäuschen."

You smile at his words, he may be trained to show no emotion and keep his mouth closed during interrogation but he could never lie to you. You were his rock outside of the fighting and death, lying was something he kept back on base, not in the comfort of you.

"Thank you." You say sincerely and hop off the counter. Your legs almost immediately give out and you yelp as you start to fall. He's quick to grab you. His strong hands are steady under your arms.

"Where?"

"Toilet."

He helps you over and you point toward your shirt. He shakes his head and gives you his.

"I have the robe, you have no underwear."

You're shocked.

"You're really going to keep those!?"

He nods and pats his pocket, "I have a few."

"König!"

He just shrugs and turns to collect the rest of your clothing as you finish. His nonchalant attitude is something you're used to by now. You're still shocked he was willing to admit he stole your underwear. You wash your hands and fix your skirt as best you can. His shirt hung loosely on you and you thanked god you found such a big guy to steal clothes from. After washing your face using the products you kept for sleepovers you did a few stretches to try and force your legs to cooperate better. König observes you closely.

"You ready? When we get home I'm making you some tea and you're going to drink it all. You need some sugar and liquids tonight."

You stuck out your tongue at his request.

"Gross... fine."

He fixes the mask onto his face hiding any semblance of a human being behind black shadow. Opening the door you only hear silence, following the hallway out you see your best friend asleep on the couch while Jacqueline played with her hair.

"Oh! You're done, how are you doing? You were in there a long time. Feeling better?"

You're a little confused and it's König who answers.

"Yeah, they're feeling much better. We don't know if it was too much alcohol or food poisoning."

His voice is calm and calculating and you just nod along.

"Yeah, you know how it is."

"Do I."

She laughs softly and you smile at her.

"Well you two better get home and you, make sure to drink plenty of fluids."

You give her a small laugh and agree as you start to head out.

"Hey, tell her thank you for me when she wakes up."

"Of course."

With that, you're closing the door behind you as you make your way to your car.

"Nice save back there."

He reaches out and squeezes your hand. You smile and rest your head on his arm. The chill of autumn biting into your exposed skin but you don't mind it

"I had fun, thank you." His voice breaks the silence.

"No, thank you. You were great. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, maybe we should do more Halloween parties and dress you up as other masked killers."

He hums and opens the passenger-side door for you. You slide into the seat and relax into the leather. He slides into the seat next to you and starts the car, the lights from the house slowly fading into nothing. The ride home was silent. The only sound the soft songs from the mixtape he made you.

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#call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #call of duty smut #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #konig x you #konig mw2 #operator writes

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glendajackson · 1 year

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RIP Glenda Jackson (1936-2023)

Glenda's love affair with acting began in her teens. Near Hoylake, in the North Country she comes from, there were three neighborhood cinemas, each showing two films a week. She hardly missed a one, and very quickly in her growing up, Bette Davis and Joan Crawford became her ideals.

They still are, and she longs to meet them. "They had incredible style and ability," she says. "They knew their medium and what they could do with it. They had a superb sort of arrogance. When they walked, they ground the poor beneath their heels." (When she was told of Glenda's devotion recently, Joan Crawford asked, "Who's Glenda Jackson?") Glenda remembers every film Joan Crawford made; and that she wore a different gown in every scene, no matter how humble the character she was playing. And, when her husband died, "the marvelous, tight-fitting black dress and widow's weeds she wore to the first board meeting of his company after the funeral."

For years, hunger was a commonplace in the lives of Roy and Glenda. They had five shillings (about 70 cents) between them when they were married 12 years ago. Their first flat was so inhospitable that they spent their nights in a "super four-poster," center stage in the London repertory theater where they were both working, and the bed was one of the props. An understanding carpenter would bring morning coffee when he awakened them. "It was the largest bedroom I ever slept in," says Roy.

It was the beginning of two years in which the only steady work either of them could get was waiting on tables, working in factories and pubs, selling in shops, where Glenda would steal little things like food or packages of razor blades that she could hide under her skirt. They don't apologize for this now. "It kept us alive," Roy says. "The terrible part about hunger" says Glenda, "is that you can never see when it will end."

Despite this hiatus in her career, Glenda has somehow managed to appear in about 200 productions, which could go far toward explaining why she is so skillful and adaptable as an actress. Often, when she was in repertory, she did a new play every week, seven shows plus morning and late-night rehearsals for next week. She would double as assistant stage manager, which meant sweeping out the theater at night, scrounging props and stage furniture, painting scenery.

Glenda was, she says, the first actress in London to go on stage completely nude. It was a play in which, incredibly, she was both Christine Keeler on her way to jail, and Jacqueline Kennedy at the funeral of her husband. Christine's bathtub, overturned, became the President's coffin. The whole skit lasted only four minutes.

Since then she has been willing to act in the nude, "as long as the purpose is not spurious or sensational." Clothes, she feels, like stage sets, often only hamper and distract from the action. "You can't equate nudity and sex," she says. "Actually, the greatest intimacy between two people doesn't depend at all on whether they can lie together naked."

What does she regard, then, as a convincing way to evoke intimacy? "Maybe a couple cutting their toenails. No one ever does that in public." In any event, she is delighted that "the whole enormous hang-up about sex is well and truly smashed, and a much saner attitude is around."

#glenda jackson #</3 #interview is from 1970

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prismasaryn-sims · 2 months

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Some clothing for your SNU! Framing pictures for clothings previews is, hm, strange territory for me.

|Trapping's 2013 Valentine's dress - Original| Adult: 4282 Vertices/3148 Faces Teen: 4290 Vertices/3192 Faces This was a bit of a difficulty for me, especially since I didn't know cmaterialdefinition was what was stopping skin from rendering in the alpha'd bits. The arms and legs are on the same group due to skirt bleeding onto the fingers. Dress could probably be repositoried to the originals. Teen dress is repo'd to the adult dress.

|Io Adele Jacqueline - Original| 4062 Vertices/2856 Faces Update to an old conversion, shaped the mesh with the newer OMIP SNU wsos and stitched the naked arms onto the mesh. Much better now. The old recolors are packed with this, so no need to redownload it.

|Martini's Pushup Bra/Cleavage - Original (where I got it from, anywat)| Marvine Feet: 5032 Vertices/3625 Faces SexyFeet: 6430 Vertices/5791 Faces Yes, it's really Digi's fixed version with Marvine Feet that I used to convert to SNU. With a combination of wsos and blender shrinkwrap, got the boobs onto BHS's OMIP underwear mesh. Then I stitched the Marvine feet back on because I don't use sexyfeet... but I also made the sexyfeet mesh anyway, because that's what was already there. The retextures are repo'd to Mrs-Mquve's wonderful recolors.

#ts2cc #ts2 clothes #ts2 bodyshape #s2cc #mycc

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dee-in-the-box · 22 days

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even MORE kennedy family hcs if possible :evil:

woo!

and on today's headcanons: Visits With Family (when Jack and Peter were little)

(* also keep in mind: Jack is trans)

Visits with Marshall's Family (aka Dad's side of the family):

Marshall's family is. Loud. not great for sensory issues.

Jack and Peter have a lot of cousins on that side. so lots of people to play with.

Jack was always a more rambunctious kid, something that a lot of other kids found weird for a "little girl," but his cousin were just like "well, as long as she* can keep up, then she can play!"

Jack could, in fact, keep up

they were definitely more understanding about some of Jack and Peter's sensory issues, and the fact that they couldn't exactly help it. didn't help the noise problem, though

when Jack came out as trans, they didn't fully get it, but they were chill (especially Aunt Jan, she thought it was cool :]). His grandfather said "Well, Marshall, I guess that means you've got another man to help you around the house, eh?" even though Jack was. very much already doing that

all in all? pretty nice, just a bit too loud for the two of them to spend much time around.

Visits with Diane's Family (aka Mom's side):

hell. It Is Hell.

Diane's family absolutely sucks and is shitty to just about everyone, and that extends to their grandkids.

they give zero shits about any texture issues Jack or Peter might have. oh, you didn't like the dress we gave you, Jackie? how ungrateful, that cost us a lot of money, you know. what do you mean Peter doesn't like the onions in the spaghetti sauce because he doesn't like how squishy they are? well, he's either gonna have to man up or starve, because we're not making him something different just because he can't stop being a crybaby.

seriously, it got to the point that Diane would have to call her parents before they visited so she could make sure they were actually making something that Peter and Jack could eat.

her family also tried to shove Gender Roles onto her kids. which Diane fucking hated, by the way

Jack like wearing pants more since skirts and dresses typically had the Worst fucking textures. it wasn't even necessarily because he hated the dresses and stuff themselves, it was just because it was impossible to find anything (affordable) that didn't have World's Worst Fucking Texture. unfortunately uh. Diane's Family Was Very Judgemental About This. if any family pictures were being taken, then Jack was basically shoved into a dress. this should go without saying, but Jack Fucking Hated That.

due to Diane's family shoving gender roles on everyone despite how much they all fucking HATE it, Jack's usually laughed off whenever he wants to play with some of the boys. playing with the girls also sucks because "they don't ever wanna talk about dogs or go garden with me in the dirt because they "dOn't waNnA GeT meSsY". they just gossip and have no idea how to do hair Gently" (< Jack doesn't mind gossip, but theirs was Boring, and uh. Need I Remind You Of The Autism)

due to this, Jack Really Hates Visiting That Side Of The Family.

coming out as trans was. A Fucking Nightmare. Diane tried to make it clear that they supported her son, but her parents were just like Oh, so Jacqueline's one of Those people, huh? you can. Imagine how things went from there

anyway, completely unrelated, but Jack and Peter kinda cut that side of the family off after their parents died. I'm Sure There's No Particular Reason For That

#dsaf #jack kennedy #peter kennedy #The Kennedy Parents (dsaf)

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'kylie' top and matching skirt by nana jacqueline.

#my images #nana jacqueline

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ladylamrian · 6 months

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Hey There! I saw this, and I couldn't agree more! Nothing says I love you more than "I'm willing to try this for you." And this works for all kinds of relationships: romance, friends, and family, too.

Would you be able to create something showing this for one of your characters or pairings? It could be a drabble, fic, edit, art - anything at all!

NO PRESSURE AT ALL - only if you want to, but I'd love to see what you could come up with!

A meeting in Wyoming (F!MC×Nik)

F!Main Character: Alex

Pairing: F!MC × Nik Ryder (Nightbound)

Summary: Alex and Nik were invited to visit Jacqueline in Wyoming, Alex's mom. Will Nik be able to impress his girlfriend's mother?

Word counting: 4.4K

Fluff ● Romance ● Comedy ● Family ● Winter

Rating: Teen/Mature (Fluff, Love, Comedy, Smut, Hurt)

Warnings: family problems, light and less detailed smut, parental problems, mention of death & unwanted pregnancy

Author's note: The funny childhood memories weren't made up... It was naughty me 🤭🤭 Also yes, I canon Nik's birthday beeing in winter... I decided to give him my birthday, January 23rd (01/23/??). Since according the Nightbound book, the Main Character's birthday takes place around Mardi Gras.

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Prompt #1: "I'll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I'll try it."

Prompt #2: "I'm thankful for you" for @choicesholidays

Prompt #3: Winter, Family gathering, Pre-Christmas time, Old Memories, Christmas memories for CFWC Holiday Event on @choicesficwriterscreations

Prompt #4: "Now, I’m really nervous to meet your family." for @choicesflashfics

Prompt #5: "I made you two some hot chocolate too." for @choicesflashfics

On a cold winter day in Wyoming, the young couple in their formal business wears stepped inside the elevator, pressed the button to reach the highest floor of the crystalline building. They're soon to meet and enter the office of Jacqueline Fontaine, mother of Alex Clarissa Fontaine.

"Looking handsome today, Nik. Like a real business man.", she praised Nik's new outfit. Both of them carried their wet winter coats in their arms.

"Have to look great if I want to impress your mom, right? And you look like a real business woman, rook.", he confessed to Alex who wore a light blouse, a black skirt and matching heeled boots.

"Thanks, Nik. My mother is a businesswoman, so why not show some respect, huh? She likes a formal dress code. Besides, don't forget to behave yourself too. The look isn't the only thing that matters."

"I always behave myself, rook. You sayin' this to me?? I'm a total gentleman. No big deal, relax. Let's just quickly make out a bit in the elevator before someone else enters it. Besides, it'll take time till we reach the top of the building. So why not enjoy a bit and loosen ourselves?"

"Niiiiiiik, behave. Not in my mom's office.", she rolled her eyes and he chuckled as she delivered a soft, playful punch on his shoulder

"Just kiddin', rook. Don't worry. But... You look so damn hot today that I would like to. Not my fault that you're ruining the gentleman inside me.", he mischievously smiled at her.

As the two reached the highest floor, they left the elevator and walked hand in hand towards the dark, wooden door with a metallic name plate on it. It said: Jacqueline Fontaine's Office (Accountant & CEO). (-> Pinterest moodboard here)

"We're here. You nervous?", she asked him and knocked lightly at the door.

"Maybe a little. Damn, she's a successful business woman. She must have high standards and I... Now, I’m really nervous to meet your family. What did you tell your mom about me?"

"Uhhh, that you're a hot police officer. I mean... I couldn't tell her that you're a nighthunter, right? The supernatural world must be a secret for the safety of both worlds. And umm, a police officer seemed to be the closest related to your job, right?"

"Guess so. Hey, why isn't your mom opening?"

"Hmmm, guess I didn't knock loud enough or she isn't here.", Alex wondered and decided to open the door herself.

With Nik close behind her, she stepped inside the office where her mother was sitting at her large desk, but she wasn't alone. In front of her were her clients who were probably discussing a business matter with her. Alex's mother was surprised when she suddenly saw her daughter in front of her. The mother wore a light blouse and a short, black skirt. Earrings were hidden behind her black, shoulder-length hair. Her fair skin was covered with make-up. For her age, the woman has definitely held herself good.

"Alex??! Dear, what are you doing here all of a sudden? I'm having a very important business meeting. Very important, dear.", she signaled to leave.

"But... But you wanted to meet us and..."

"Later, darling. Later, not now. Wait in the hall for me. And next time, you better knock before entering.", she stood up and ushered her and Nik outside of the room to leave. The door got closed in front of the two.

"Damn, that was... rude. Rook, didn't you inform your mom that we were coming? Was there an exact time planned or..."

"Shut up, Nik!!! Quiet!!! I'm super annoyed and disappointed right now!!! And of course, I informed her!!! The fact that she's the one who invited us.", she faced him with anger which made Nik worry.

Of course, she wasn't mad at him, but somehow he felt hurt by her harsh words like shutting him up. They rarely had a fight and if they were arguing, then it was often how overprotective Nik was or how Alex put herself into danger again.

"I... I'm sorry, rook.", he looked away and both took a seat on a nearby couch in the waiting area. For a few minutes, it was total silence between the couple. Nik waiting for Alex would calm herself down. When he finally looked at her, he saw her wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing them against her body while closing her eyes.

"Rook, are you okay?", he got worried and moved closer for a hug.

"It's cold. I hate winter."

"I was born in winter."

"I hate the winter, not you. I'm sorry how I yelled at you. Now please, take me home."

"But we just arrived in Wyoming, rookie. The flight took five hours and... Who told you to wear a skirt? Suffering for fashion."

"I know, I know, I regret that too. Let's... let's go to my home in Wyoming. My mom's home. Let's take our luggage back from the reception downstairs and go.", she finally opened her chocolate-brown eyes to meet his.

After the young couple in their winter coats collected their luggage from the receptionist who was so kind to take care of it, so they didn't have to carry or roll it around. She also handed Alex a mysterious envelope and gave directions to the nearest bus stop.

Both put on their winter gloves while they waited for the bus outside in the cold until it arrived. It was already full of passengers, so they had to stand and hold on tight. The gloved hands tightly wrapped around the holding loops as their bodies were pressed at each other's.

"Why's the bus so full?", Alex got upset.

"Hey, cheer up. At least you're stuck here with me.", he tried to lighten up her mood, and removed his hand from the holding loop to hold her which made her smile.

After a short drive, Nik and Alex arrived in front of a nice family house. It was a sturdy two-story residence designed with a wide garden, large balconies, a screened-front porch, and a free-standing garage. A few CCTV cameras guarded the property, but that wouldn't stop Alex from entering her own mother's home where she spent most of her childhood.

"Nice place, rookie", he let a low whistle out while he inspected the property.

"Oh yeah? Wait till you see the penthouse my adoptive father gifted my mom on their anniversary. Now would you come over here and give me a lift?", she requested while trying to reach the nearest window of the house.

"Uhhh, where are the keys?"

"I don't have the keys, Nik. I gave them back to my mom after I decided to move out, silly.", she giggled and desperately tried to reach the open window but failed. Instead, her heeled winter boots made her slip, but Nik quickly managed to catch her and prevent her from falling.

"But Alex, we can't just break in like this. That's illegal and right now your mom might be seeing us through these cameras she has placed around the house while sitting in her office. And the neighbors..."

"The neighbors know me unless they're new. Besides I'm Jacqueline's daughter, so everything that belongs to her belongs to me. Well, maybe not everything, I think. But don't worry if the cops arrive, I'll talk to them. So could you just real quick climb through the window, enter the house, and open the front door, please? I'm freezing."

"But your mom wouldn't be impressed by me. She'll hate me. I want to show her my best side, rook. I can be a true gentleman too."

"Would a true gentleman let a lady freeze in the cold outside?"

"Okay, fiiiine. I'll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I'll try it."

And with that Nik began to climb a tree near the building and slipped through the nearest open window inside Jacqueline's house. It would have been much easier if he wasn't wearing the nice, formal clothes and the new winter coat that Alex bought him for this trip. When he finally landed on stable ground, he searched for the light switch in a dark room. When he found it, he turned on the light and discovered that he was standing in a kitchen.

"Guess Jacqueline is expecting guests today.", he wondered as he saw preperations for food and beautiful table decorations on the table.

Without losing any time he began heading towards the front door of the house to quickly let Alex inside. Poor girl must be already freezing outside. As he moved his hand towards the handle to finally open the door, he froze. He heard a clicking sound appearing from outside and the door lock began to move.

"Damn, someone's opening the door. Alex's mom is here!!! I'm doomed. I'm soooo doomed. Worse gentleman ever. She caught us and she'll..."

"Who caught us?"

"Alex?!!! How did you?", he couldn't believe his eyes that the one who was opening the door was Alex. She's alone. Nobody was standing behind her and she was holding the keys of the house in her hand.

"Nik, I just remembered. Mom did give me the keys to her house!! Remember the receptionist? Mom delivered her second key through the receptionist to me. That's what was inside this envelope the whole time. Mom just texted me, she'll stop here by later.", she victoriously smiled while holding the key in front of Nik's face.

"I can't believe you, rookie. You're full of surprises.", Nik akwardly ran his hand over his hair, took the luggage from her and carried it inside as she closed the door from behind. Both rub the dirt away from their boots on the rug, get off their winter gloves and hang their coats on an empty standing clothes rack.

"Yup, sorry that you had to climb. Now we're inside, so we can relax a bit. I'll show you the house."

"I already saw the kitchen. What I'm interested to see is your room? I bet it's upstairs.", he grinned, left the luggage in the hall and already sprinted upstairs.

"Don't you dare, Nik!!!", she quickly followed behind him to catch him.

"Stop me if you can, rook!!"

"Holy light... So much... pink?", his eyes got wider as he stood inside Alex's childhood room and analyzed his surroundings.

The children's room was still in good condition and looked very cozy. The pink-painted walls were decorated with pictures and posters of flowers and majestic horses. Even the blankets, pillows, and sheets on the bed were pink. Almost everything was pink, white, and lavender colored. Soft plush animals were lined up on the bed. A white plush kitty, a pink plush bunny, and more little cuddly friends.

Nik moved closer to a book shelf, bending a little down to inspect the books. Children's books about princesses, fairies, unicorns, and other fairytales.

"I always dreamed to be a fairy, talk to animals and save the world.", Alex leaned against the doorframe and explained. Her eyes shimmered with happiness as she got reunited with her past and the beautiful, old memories she had as a little girl.

"Well, your dream came true. You're partly fae. Royalty and with your powers you can do anything. Even save the world."

"Yeah, somehow you're right. Just the fairy wings are missing. I wish I could fly."

"But you get to fly on a dragon in the fae realm."

"Hmm... Well... I also dreamed of a prince. My dream prince, a prince charming who will take care of me, make me happy and shower me with love. Just like Prince Phillip and Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. But instead, I got the Prince of Swords. I got you, Nik. And I wouldn't trade it for anything because I love you just the way you are.", she happily confessed, moved closer to him, and rested her arms around his shoulders while he pulled her even closer till their lips were about to meet.

"You're truly a beauty, Alex. I love you too and I'm glad you came into my life. You're... you're so damn perfect. You're gorgeously beautiful, my princess. No, you're my Queen.", he got closer and moved his arms around her waist. His cheeks leaned to hers as he planted a kiss.

"Oh, Nik...", she leaned closer to him and grabbed the black tie he was wearing. Nik Ryder looked like a handsome gentleman today. Since she saw him in this formal suit. Well groomed and the masculine smell of his long-lasting perfume which she couldn't resist, so she started kissing him.

"Careful, I don't want to be covered with red lipstick marks. Your mom wouldn't...", he tried to warn her, but didn't pull away. He couldn't resist her either. He wanted more and closed the distance between them. He is all over her. His arms are around her and his lips seeking her's. She couldn't resist and he couldn't resist. The two of them are locked in a passionate embrace, feeling the hot closeness of their bodies, and enjoying the sensations the other evokes. Lost in that moment.

Yet it’s not enough, and Nik was feeling it too. He eventually broke away from her and looked deep into her chocolate-brown eyes.

"I don’t want to talk anymore," he confessed intensely and led her to the bed. "I want you, Alex. I wanted you before too. Now. Here. With me."

Soon enough, both tumbled onto the bed and proceeded to explore one another, discovering which touches were the most pleasing. Nik was everything she fantasized he would be and equally committed to giving pleasure as receiving it. Alex didn't care anymore that she was lying with Nik on her large childhood bed. And surprisingly it was enough space for both of them.

Together they stoked the fires of desire until neither of them could bear it anymore. They came together again and again. The feeling of being as one is all-consuming and they almost lost track of all time.

In the end, both let the waves of pleasure cascade over each other and then collapsed into one another’s waiting arms.

Nik looked into her face, his eyes slightly wide and an expression of almost awe on his face. "You're so… incredible."

"So are you, Nik."

After an intimate moment and some kisses, they finally pulled away from each other and headed back downstairs.

"Alex, you're so smokin' hot. I want you to seduce me. Let's... let's... let's continue this later.", he whispered.

"Nik, you're being so naughty right now. In my mom's house? Where is your gentleman's behavior now?", she giggled and gave his shoulder a soft punch.

"I have fallen under your spell, my beautiful Queen."

"Yes, my King."

After Alex showed Nik the rest of the house. Both entered the living room at last where they were greeted with a small hiss. On a nearby shelf, there was a small, green snake in a terrarium watching them which made Nik a little nervous. Jacqueline's pet snake, Slitter.

"Guess, it doesn't like us. Very typical. Slitter only likes my mom and nobody else. Still wishing it was a cuddly kitten or bunny instead of a snake."

But Nik got busy admiring the family photos hanging on the wall. The young people in the picture were looking so happy. A happy family. A family he also wanted to have and share his childhood and memories with, but unfortunately he lost his parents when he was way too young. Then, his eyes fell on the tiny, silver-haired girl in the picture smiling.

"Rook, you look cute. And your silvery hair...?"

"Yup, that's me standing with my mom and my adoptive father in front of the Christmas tree. We celebrated Christmas every year together here and I got a lot of presents. I miss those times because now we barely have time for each other. Always busy with business and work. And, yes, my silvery hair... Nobody believed me that it was my natural hair color. That I was born with it.", she answered while trying not to get too emotional in the sudden flow of memories.

"Silver. You got the black hair from your mother and the silvery-white from..."

"My dad, Elric. Yes. Yes, I figured it out too. Later when I found out about the existence of my father. I... I still can't believe how my mom hid this from me. She told me that after my birth my father died and...", she almost cried and felt Nik's arms around her body trying to comfort her.

"Shhh, I'm here Alex."

"Oh, Nik... I..."

"Alex, my dear.", a sudden voice appeared which made Alex and Nik turn around to see.

"Mom??!! You're here??!! Since when? We didn't hear you coming.", Alex panicked just as Nik and both separated from each other's embrace. Nik's cheeks turned softly red out of embarrassment and secretly hoped that Jacqueline didn't find out about his and Alex's doings upstairs.

"Misses Fontaine, it's a pleasure to finally..."

"Alex, I just entered the house and I already heard everything I needed to know. So you found out about the secret of your biological father? Oh, of course, you would one day, especially when you decide to stay in crazy New Orleans.", she interrupted Nik to explain herself.

"Mom, why?"

"To protect you. That's all, to protect you!! New Orleans, is that crazy place... Kristin and you just had to go there to celebrate your 25th birthday. Dear, you have no idea what I have been through all. Nothing is as it seems there. It's dangerous and New York isn't safe anymore either."

"Mom, you know... about the supernatural world?"

"Don't say anything more. I don't want to think or talk about this matter right now. You're the only person I care about and have left in this world now with the recent death of your adoptive father. I love you and I don't want to lose you too."

"Not when she has me.", Nik confidently stepped closer to Alex and embraced her and gave Jacqueline a reassuring smile. Alex's mother easily forgot her worry and smiled at the man.

"You must be Nik, my daughter's boyfriend? You seem aware of this world too. I hope you will keep my child safe."

"Of course, I'll take care of Alex. I'll protect her and always be by her side. Nothing will harm her on my watch, I swear. And yeah, I am aware of the World of Night. I lost my parents at the hands of monsters. They got killed in front of me when I was a child. I was the only one who survived.", he felt to explain his matter towards Jacqueline even though it hurt to bring back old memories.

"Oh, I didn't know. Poor Nik child, I'm so sorry to hear. Alex and I will be your family from now on. Besides, we're not actually here to remember the past. Let's focus on the future. I'm Jacqueline Fontaine, the beautiful mother of my beautiful Alex. Please, take a seat on the couch in the living room, I'll bring something to eat. I made you two some hot chocolate too."

"No need for that, we'll have together dinner anyway. Thanks for this invitation, Misses..."

"Just Jacqueline would be fine. Please note these formalities with me even though I am a successful businesswoman and accountant. Such a gentleman you are, Nik. We're family and with Christmas just around the corner, I'd love it if the two would stay longer with me till the holidays end. I never thought I would feel so lonely.", she confessed which surprised Alex.

"What if you get busy with work again?", Alex asked.

"Dear, family comes first and I should have realized that years ago. I'm sorry what happened today in my office, but my client... well... he wasn't easy to handle. But I feel so ashamed that I couldn't give you the time and attention you deserved since you were a child. That your adoptive father had to look over you because I couldn't. You're my everything and the only thing I have left now. I might have not liked suddenly being pregnant and I wasn't happy, but your adoptive father supported me. He helped me by giving you a chance and I don't regret it. I love you, Alex. I love you so much, darling. You remind me of your father, Elric. I still love him and I hope he hasn't forgotten me."

"Oh Mom, love you too. I thought... I always thought I'm not good enough for you.", Alex crashed into her mother for a hug while tears welled up in her eyes.

"Shhh, my darling. Quiet. You're here now with me and I'm glad Nik brought you to me. I'm thankful for you. I'm thankful for having you with me, sweety.", Jacqueline whispered and moved her eyes towards Nik. The man was silently standing in front of them and then left to give mother and daughter some privacy.

"Mom, there's one thing you should know... I personally met my father, Lord Elric in Lamrian.", she confessed which surprised Jacqueline because she would never have expected that.

"How did you find him so easily? Or how did he recognize you? Is he okay?"

"He... He... He died, mom. I just found him and then I lost him. We only shared a few hours, but they were beautiful ones. Truly the best.", she sniffed.

"No!! No... It can't be... How could this happen? He... I still love him and I can't believe he's gone. I should have visited him, but I was such a coward to face New Orleans again. Poor Thalissa.", she deeply regretted and wiped her tears away.

"Mom, Elric sacrificed his life to save mine from a bloodwraith. If it wasn't for him, I... I would probably be dead already."

"A bloodwraith? That's impossible!! How? Don't return there any..."

"That's okay, mom. The bloodwraith got defeated and everyone is safe now. It's safe now. And Elric still loved you and shared beautiful stories and compliments about with me you. He still remembers you.", she reported which gave Jacqueline a positive and warm feeling. That the kindest man who ruled over her heart still loved her, even though she already moved on with someone else.

But there was also more to share. That Jacqueline's daughter, Alex was not only a half-fae but also the next heir of Lamrian and that she unlocked her magic powers with the help of Lord Elric. She can do magic. Maybe she'll tell this Jacqueline another time and not everything at once. Besides, it was time to let her mother explain how she got plunged into the supernatural world. What's her story?

When she asked, Jacqueline's expression turned bitter and she decided to tell this another time. Not now. Now it was time for joy, to have a great family bonding time, and get to know her daughter's boyfriend better. She called Nik back and all three were seated on a fluffy sofa in the living room, having hot chocolate to drink and stories to tell. Jacqueline excitedly showed Nik her family album and pointed at the pictures.

"This photo was taken by Alex's adoptive father after Alex was born in the hospital. The nurses were so amazed that she had so much hair already. Ooooh, look how cute my baby looks wearing a gown in that picture. Like a mini-princess.", she enjoyed Nik's company.

"She was a cute child indeed and she's still beautiful."

"Thanks to my fae genes.", Alex added.

"Right, that's my baby girl. The prettiest baby of all. Such a natural beauty. When she sleeps, she's basically a Sleeping Beauty. Oh, have I told you the story where we were traveling to Dubai and how she played with her mouth out of boredom because we had to wait? I don't know if it was Dubai, but definitely somewhere in that region. She made that weird noise which made the police officers laugh and then, they let us enter first. Ha! Or the story where she was wearing squeaky shoes in the supermarket which irritated the customers who were trying to find the source of that noise? Ooooh, I have another story where little Alex stole a high heel from a shoe shop."

"Mooooommm??!! I was sitting in a baby stroller. It happened by mistake.", Alex freaked out a little which made Nik laugh.

"A high-heel for a baby??!! Hahahaha!!! Didn't know you were a huge troublemaker since childhood, rook? Jacqueline, Alex hasn't changed a bit. Still the same cute and naughty girl. A total trouble-maker."

"Nik!!! Very funny. Laugh how much you want. Mom, tell him the whole story like you told it to me. I picked up the high-heel to play with it in my baby stroller. You didn't notice till we got home and went back to return it.", she explained.

But Jacqueline was too excited and continued with Alex's childhood stories and showed several pictures. Baby pictures, pictures when her daughter was a toddler, and school pictures till teenage life.

"Nik, isn't my Alex so beautiful? I hope my grandchildren will also be lovely babies like Alex.", she said which made Nik and Alex turn red. Nik immediately tried to change the topic and pointed at another picture.

"Uhhh, well... I... Oh wow, Alex was a cheerleader at high school? How athletic. That might explain some of the moves she got."

"I was doing martial arts as well, Nik. When I was a child before joining high school.", Alex proudly added.

"Hey, did you make that weird noise with your mouth again? The one you did in front of the cops? Could you show me that, please?", he smirked which made Alex a bit angry.

"Nik, you...", she hissed as he made fun of her.

"Alex, behave yourself!! Nik was just being friendly. He's my guest. Be nice to him.", Jacqueline wished.

"Sorry, Alex. I was just enjoying your childhood stories."

"Wait till I ask anyone about your own embarrassing childhood stories, Nik. Or anything spicy."

"Who will you ask?", he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'll figure it out somehow.", she confidently smirked at him and winked. Sweet revenge as they say.

After an eventful evening, the three had a delicious dinner together in the dining hall. Nik already knew secretly what food Jacqueline cooked for them since he was the one who climbed up the window which led him to the kitchen.

As the cold winter night descended, they were all getting ready for bed. Jacqueline requested Alex to sleep in her childhood room and Nik in the guest room before she went to bed. The young couple kissed to have a good night to each other before heading towards their rooms. After all, they agreed to stay with Jacqueline till Christmas to make the lonely woman happy.

"You know Nik, when my mother said that you're our family now... I think she already accepts you as her son-in-law.", she giggled, ran away and left him alone, wide-eyed with an open mouth.

"Alex! Hey, come back here. Youuuu... Wait till I find you under a mistletoe, you little troublemaker."

After Christmas...

"Oh Tonya, my friend, this year I had a wonderful Christmas. I celebrated with my daughter who I hadn't seen for so long. Today she's leaving with her boyfriend, but she promised to visit again and call me more often. And I will definitely visit her too and perhaps stop by to see you too, my friend. I'm just so glad to be united with her again. All our misunderstandings are gone now. How were your holidays, Tonya?", Jacqueline was talking with an old friend from New Orleans on the phone while admiring the decorated page her child created for the photo album with the title "Alex's Winter in Wyoming with Nik."

In the meantime, Alex and Nik were outside to enjoy the winter weather. Both were standing in their ice skates on a frozen lake and holding each other's hands, as Alex was trying to teach Nik how to ice skate. She was an excellent skater and wanted Nik to have some winter fun and try something new.

"Nik, you're doing great. Try to hold... Woaah!!", she fell on Nik as he suddenly lost his balance and crashed with her on the ice. Their faces were near as Alex was lying on Nik.

"Sorry rook, I..."

"Shhh...", she got closer to him until their lips met each other's to a passionate kiss.

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Braided Beauty

The Walt Disney Classics Collection (WDCC) Braided Beauty sculptor with a limited edition size of 750. Originally released in February 2012 and retailed for $165. Sculpted by Jacqueline Perreault Gonzales and plussed with pewter legs.

I can't believe I own this!

I have been searching for her since 2019. One finally came up on eBay at the right time! She is absolutely beautiful and so accurate! Braided Beauty is the number one most faithful interpretation of Rapunzel. Most figures and statues live in uncanny valley, but not this one!

The WDCC began in 1992 and ended in 2013. Braided Beauty was one of the last sculptors created and the only one from Tangled.

Each sculptor has a signature mark that represents its production year. The mark for Braided Beauty is an umbrella with the year being 2011. The umbrella honors Disney's Mary Poppins.

WDCC sculptors are said to define the essence of the character. Rapunzel's braid scene is iconic to her character. Definitely a beautiful moment to choose! If only the line had continued, maybe Eugene would have joined her.

Braided Beauty is absolutely stunning in person! All the detailed flowers, the swirl of her skirt fabric, her beautiful face and feet! All captured perfectly! She compliments the castle even though they are drastically out of proportion to one another. I only wish the skirt had been given its embroidery details.

Truly a best day ever moment to finally add Braided Beauty to my Tangled collection! 💗

#Rapunzel #Braided Beauty #WDCC #Tangled #Disney Tangled #Walt Disney Classics Collection #Tangled Rapunzel

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safyresky · 2 months

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Scrimbly Jacqueline 12/52: MILF Jacquie! Featuring MILF Dite who wants to show her wife tf OFF!!

I am once again thanking @lmelodie for this scrimbly suggestion!!! I meant to have this be LAST WEEK'S scrimble because it was the first suggestion you made, but flower crown Jacquie had me by the THROAT I TELL YA

Design musings:

YEAH. I GAVE DITE MEG FROM HERCULES HAIR. I FUCKING DID THAT!! Well, my best attempt ;)

It's hard to picture how she looks older bc as a goddess she doesn't actually age? She can rep herself however tf she wants.

Anyway, when she and Jacquie are married and the absolute terrors known as their kids are around, Dite decides to age with Jacqueline! She really likes wrinkles. Crows feets are her fave and she appreciates bags under eyes (which Jacqueline is prone to some days lol)

Dite's outfit is ALL MATERIAL, sorry about that to any artist friends who are like NEW DESIGN then realize how many FOLDS she has. Stolas man. Wildin.

Her top is based on/inspired by this and her skirt is based on this; it doesn't come across well in the scan but I did alternate the shades of pink for her skirt, ehehehe. she has leg slitty for optimal CRUSHING of her ENEMIES or her wife

Put some pink in her wings just because! she wears her dad's laurel and still has the charm bracelet with all her weapons on it!

They have matching swapped necklaces 🤗🤭

Dite is doing that meme lol

I'm still deciding how MILF Jacquie's outfit looks? Shoes are deffs a place holder, tho she probz wears the exact same boots she does in the present CS works lol.

I'm not sure if the lapels and sleeve bands will stay mid blue or if I'll make em black. I finally found the original image of the FRONT of the piece that inspired her shirt blazer thing! These details were the original images I had to work with, and tbh. I'm not sure I like the front--tho I may see how it'd look with proper lapels 🤔

(not Jack and Blaise in the distance like YES JACQUELINE! JOIN THE BLAZER PARTY! DO IT! Since Fino and Fiera are solid NOS on blazers lol)

I'm actually really excited about Dite bc I feel like I FINALLY did her muscles justice in my very simple way and IT'S ONLY UP FROM HERE, LADS! WHEEE!!~ (and thankfully, Jacquie is also excited about Dite otherwise she'd be YELLING ABOUT THIS! But given the 10-14cm of snow we're expecting tonight, she's got other things to do right now 😏😏😏)

Here's how it looks withOUT the auto adjustments scanning app makes :D

#SEE? THEY LOOK SO MUCH BETTER BEFORE THEY GET SCANNED #if i wasn't such a stickler for the close up pristine looking scan i'd throw em up as is #anyway #dani doodles #scrimbly jacquelines #fave #this is one of my faves #with flower crown jacquie. helline. and blaise glomp #flower jacqueline has been DELIGHTFUL to stare at for two weeks now! ah!#BUT YEAH ENJOY! next week is dirty blacksmithing child jacqueline #well. pre teen. she's like 12? 13? when she's learning about swords and hanging out in the local magibean smithy #may run into mel. who knows! ;)

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pink-evilette · 9 months

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thanks so much for the tag! @20thcenturystarlet ♡

1. What artists (musical or visual) have made a big impact on your aesthetic & continue to inspire you?

Lana Del Rey (alwaysss), Mika Ninagawa, Ethel Cain, Loona, Mitski, Olivia Rodrigo, FKA Twigs, Marina and the Diamonds, Věra Chytilová, Marina Abramović, Troye Sivan, Sofia Coppola, Petra Collins, Junji Ito (and I'm sure there's more but I can't think rn) ♡

2. Who is an artist (musical or visual) who is a newer discovery to you that you're obsessed with right now?

I recently discovered the song 'ceilings' by Lizzy McAlpine and it absolutely destroyed me (I'm obsessed). and for visuals I'm loving Kyoko Okazaki's work right now (I'm thinking of a tattoo inspired by her art soon) 🎀

3. What films or TV shows have made a big impact on your aesthetic & continue to inspire you?

(let's go this will be a big one)

Lolita 1997, Clueless, Moonrise Kingdom, Submarine, X, Heavenly Creatures, Blame 2017, Orphan, Wild Child, Daisies 1966, The Secret Garden, Legally Blonde, The Princess Diaries, She's the Man, Pride and Predjudice 2005, Sucker Punch, Helter Skelter 2012, American Honey, The Love Witch, Assassination Nation, Bones and All, Pearl. 💋

4. What is a film or TV show that is a newer discovery to you, that you're obsessed with right now?

I recently watched Sugar & Spice for the first time (I have reblogged it lots already I know lol) and it was so funny, very similar to Drop Dead Gorgeous if you like darker comedy high school movies!

5. What is a fashion movement, era, or item, that has made a big impact on your personal aesthetic?

90s fashion is my FAVE always and I love everything from that decade, I also love the 1960s 'Dolly' fashion, Kinderwhore, Gyaru and anything girly, but with a bit of edge to it. Anything with frills, lace, pink, mini skirts and cute prints have my heart 💓

6. What is a fashion movement, era, or item, that you're currently obsessed with?

at the moment I'm really excited for autumn so I'm looking forward to wearing turtlenecks and plaid skirts again, plus the twilightcore aesthetic is one of my faves for the season!

7. What is a book, poem, essay, etc. that made a big impact on you?

Lolita absolutely, blew my mind when I first read it and I never knew books could be written in such a way. when I was about 10-14, Jacqueline Wilson's books were everything to me and especially the ones meant for older kids such as My Sister Jodie, Love Lessons and the Girls in Love series were my favourites (also she's a queer icon so hell yeah). and Flowers in the Attic by VC Andrews introduced me to the gothic genre and I fell in love with it ever since. Recently, Sula by Toni Morrison was a book that pushed the boundaries of what I even thought could be possible in Literature and I adore her writing!

8. What is a "classic" coquette trend that you'll never let go of?

Heart shaped sunglasses! they will never die ♡

I'm tagging whoever wants to do it ♡

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 27 - Forniphilia

Pairing: Marcus Pike x named f!Reader

Rating: E (explicit smut 18+ only!)

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: H-human furniture?! (forniphilia), BDSM vibes, very sexy art exhibitions, descriptions of (naked) bodies, D/s dynamics, sub!Marcus, Marcus needs A Fucking Break, Feelings? In my BDSM fic? it's more likely thank you think.

Summary: Marcus’s latest case brings him to a small, niche art exhibition to interview an artist whose gallery of explicit art had recently been stolen and defaced. The exhibition awakens something in him that he did not expect.

A/N: @absurdthirst, this prompt HAUNTED me until I had to come up with some sort of idea because this was just too fun not to try. THANK YOU for the titillating Prompt List! Thank also you to @leslie-lyman, @honestly-shite, and @pedropascalsx who heard so much about this prompt that they probably don't even need to read this, it's already ingrained in their brains from how many times I've talked about it. I love you all, thank you for enabling me.

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That's it, Marcus thinks. This job is going to kill him.

He had always thought that it would be a bullet that took him down, but, as he stands in this little art gallery, he wonders if one can actually die of mortification.

This case had already turned more than a few heads at the office. An artist's studio had been broken into, nearly all of her collection either stolen or defaced. The few paintings that had been left behind had made their way to Marcus's office, all splashed with accusations in brilliant vermillion. Whore. Filth. Pervert. The paintings themselves are beautiful, detailed, and masterful in their technique. They’re also incredibly explicit.

More than one visitor to Marcus’s office has stopped dead in their tracks and stared. Marcus, for his part, had been getting used to staring at a wall of cocks and vaginas as he had worked at his desk, but now he wishes that had been the extent of his discomfort.

Marcus is supposed to be interviewing the artist whose entire collection had been destroyed tonight. He had been told that they were busy, at a friend’s exhibition, but Marcus had readily agreed to an interview at the small gallery, thinking it would be a nice, quiet place to talk to them about the case.

He should have asked what kind of exhibition.

Marcus tries to keep his eyes pointed straight ahead, not letting his gaze focus on any of the… art. When he had first walked in, he had been gobsmacked by the sight: bodies–naked bodies, everywhere. A nude woman, balancing a lamp on their back, providing light for a fully clothed man reading nearby. Another man, apparently being used as a chair. Marcus had barely been able to keep a straight face, his cheeks turning bright red as he cast his eyes around in alarm, finding the title of the exhibition on the wall. Forniphilia: The Eroticism of the Inanimate.

Marcus awkwardly strolls through the gallery, looking for someone who might be the artist he’s looking for. All he has is a name, which makes it difficult. He scans the various guests, feeling too off-balance to approach anyone. Before he can gather up the courage to ask, someone beats him to the punch.

“You look lost,” a sultry, feminine voice calls out to him from his right. Schooling his face into something he hopes resembles a normal expression, he turns to look.

A beautiful woman looks back at him with an amused smirk on her face. She’s dressed smartly, in a businesslike pencil skirt and white dress shirt, typing on a laptop. She just so happens to be surrounded by naked men on their knees. One, she’s using as a desk for her laptop, another for a footstool. Yet another is holding a cup of coffee on his back. The last, she’s sitting on, using him as a chair.

“I’m looking for Jacqueline Conrad,” Marcus says, ignoring the heat on his face. “My name is Special Agent Pike, I’m supposed to be interviewing her about a theft that occurred at her gallery last week.”

“Special Agent Pike,” the woman drawls, dragging out every syllable. “How nice of you to stop by the exhibition.”

“I was told she’d be here,” Marcus continues, making a point to stare at the woman's forehead, and only her forehead.

"I'll tell you where Jaqueline is if you tell me something, first," the woman says coyly.

"Sure," Marcus agrees, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible before his eyes run the risk of wandering. His cock is inexplicably half-hard in his pants, the sight before him far more erotic than it has any business being. He needs to go on a fucking date, or something, Marcus thinks to himself. He’s way too tightly wound if weird performance art is turning him on.

"Do you like what you see, Agent Pike?" the woman asks with a knowing glint in her eye.

Fuck. Marcus feigns ignorance. “As a lover of art, I understand that it takes on different forms for different people,” he answers diplomatically.

“Look at you,” the woman croons. “A Fed with a brain.” She smiles, showing all of her teeth. “But spare me the party line, Agent. Tell me, do you like it?”

Marcus cocks his head to the side, considering. “I think,” he begins carefully, “that anyone would be hard-pressed not to be affected by the sight of so many naked bodies.”

The woman throws back her head and laughs. She picks up the steaming cup of coffee, takes a sip, and places it back down on the man’s back, who moans. Marcus can see the circular tinge of pink on his skin from the heat of it. He swallows.

“I like you, Agent Pike,” she announces, still smiling. “Thank you so much for stopping by to discuss my gallery. I apologize that I had a prior engagement tonight, I’m helping a dear friend with a show.” She sticks out her hand. “I’m Jacqueline.”

Marcus regards her hand warily. He prides himself on being a polite person, but he’d have to step onto the stage, among all of the bodies, to shake it. Eventually, courtesy wins out, and he steps forward to clasp her hand.

“You’re blushing, Agent Pike,” Jacqueline teases.

Finally caught off-guard, Marcus chuckles nervously and breaks eye contact. “When they said you’d be at an exhibition, I had pictured something very different,” he says.

“As you said, art takes different forms for different people,” Jacqueline says with a wink, “depending on your source of inspiration, Agent Pike.”

“Marcus,” he corrects, his face heating even further.

“Marcus,” she croons. “Sweetheart, I can see your… inspiration from here.”

“Ms–Ms. Conrad, I apologize, but I’m here for–”

“I know, I know,” Jacqueline interrupts. “We’re taking a little break in five,” she says, patting her chair’s butt affectionately. “And we can talk about the theft. Until then, why don’t you grab a refreshment and enjoy the exhibition, hmm?”

Marcus obeys, grabbing a little glass of punch from the refreshments table and keeping his expression aloof as he studies another exhibition: a curvaceous woman with massive breasts, draped in coats and holding an umbrella. The placard in front of her reads ‘Coat Rack,’ and a small, amused smile spreads across her face as she watches Marcus get the pun.

Despite his best efforts, Marcus can’t help but glance back at Jacqueline. He watches as she murmurs something to the man she’s sitting on, stroking his hair with a small smile as he answers. Marcus can’t hear the exchange, but he can’t help but notice that the man’s cock is rock hard–flushed and weeping with how much he likes his predicament. His own cock twitches with sympathy. There is something inexplicably appealing about being used like that. Marcus tries–and fails–not to think about being in the other man’s place, feeling fingers gently stroking his hair as he just drifts, not needing to pay attention to deadlines or meetings or the endless string of unread emails in his inbox, but simply existing with another person.

“Marcus,” calls a voice over his shoulder, and he suppresses a shiver.

"Ms. Conrad," he says, a little too brightly. He spins, plastering his agreeable ‘Friendly Agent’ smile on his face, the one that gets him through more doors than it really should.

Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t–

“Isn’t Oliver brilliant?” she gushes. “He’s been working on this exhibition for quite some time. He’s designed every scene personally.”

“Oh,” Marcus says, nodding his head. “Right.”

Play it cool, play it–

“Most people, when they see a new kink for the first time, are either disgusted right away, or they’re completely intrigued. They might not realize it right at that moment, but once it stews for a few days, it starts to eat at them, and they want to see more.”

“Is that right?” Marcus comments, his voice sounding just a little too high-pitched to be normal. “Ms. Conrad–”

“Jacqueline, please.”

“Jacqueline, I–the theft, were you aware of any threats to your gallery? Perhaps any attention from conservative groups, or–”

“I’m going to give you a choice,” Jacqueline interrupts. “We can discuss our business here, and you can leave, and I won’t bother you again until the conclusion of the case. Or,” she continues, leaning in closer, “you can come to my apartment and we can discuss the case–or anything else you’d like to talk about–in private.”

The conflicting offers bounce around in Marcus’s head. One the one hand, he stays here at this gallery, asks his questions, and leaves. On the other hand… well, he’s not quite sure what will happen if he follows this beautiful woman home, but she’s looking at him as if she understands exactly what is on his mind tonight. Say yes, his brain urges. Say yes and go home with her. Say yes and let go for one fucking night.

“Sure,” Marcus finally agrees. “We can discuss the–the case in private.”

Jacqueline purses her lips, her eyebrows drawing up in the middle, as if she’s looking at a very cute puppy. “You are too cute for words, you know that?”

Marcus’s eyebrows raise in surprise at her words. He isn’t sure what to say in response–he’s fine at taking compliments surrounding the job, but about him? He feels as if he’s been knocked off-balance by the praise.

Jacqueline palms his cheek. “You are,” she insists. “Poor thing. Come home with me, honey. I’ll make you feel good.”

Marcus follows her home in a daze. When she hands him a glass of wine at her apartment, she deliberately lets their fingers touch, and the light caress sends him down a path of no return–he will do whatever this woman asks of him tonight, and he knows it.

“Why don’t you tell me what you liked about the exhibition,” Jacqueline murmurs in Marcus’s ear as he takes his first sip of wine, and he suppresses a shiver.

“I like, uh–” Marcus trails off, genuinely thinking of a good answer. Why did the exhibition speak to him, make his cock stiff in his pants when he was supposed to be there for the job? “”I like–” he swallows thickly “–I like how someone can just be… static, I guess, if that makes any sense? LIke, just to uh, have the self-control to not move a muscle while–” he clears his throat. “In a weird way, it’s almost about being useful,” he continues, more quietly. “Being able to be there in a way that–that just involves being there, and nothing else.”

Jacqueline nods, as if the words coming out of his mouth are something more than gibberish. Her open expression prompts him to go on.

“I don’t want to think,” Marcus admits quietly. “I overthink everything. Work, relationships, everything. I try so hard to be everything to everyone. I’m so fucking tired of thinking.”

Jacqueline nods, her eyes full of understanding. She gets it. She sees him.

“Tell you what,” Jacqueline says with a little smile. “I had to put on way too much makeup for this silly show. I’m going to take it all off and go through a little skincare routine. If you’re really interested, why don’t we take this elsewhere, and you can take off all of your clothes for me and get on your hands and knees in front of the sink.”

For a harrowing, endless moment, Marcus doesn’t move. He can’t. He feels stuck to the spot, legs glued to the ground by the weight of Jacqueline’s request. Marcus is always in control. Marcus is the one who gives in every relationship. Marcus is the strong one, the person with his head on his shoulders, feet planted firmly on the ground.

What if he didn’t need to be?

Jacqueline’s eyes sparkle when Marcus’s hands finally move to loosen his tie.

Layer by layer, Marcus lays himself bare for her. He strips off his persona–the confident, collected Agent who allows every blow to glance off his shoulders without faltering, no matter how devastating. He shrugs off his shirt in the same way he’d had to shrug off his divorce, his broken engagement. He unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants, the same way he’s stepped away from every bad thing that’s ever happened in his life, walking away with his chin up and never truly facing any of them. Few people would ever know that underneath it all, he’s a vulnerable man.

With his heart in his throat, Marcus slides his boxers down, shedding his last barrier. Jacqueline watches the entire time, but it isn’t until he’s fully bare that she smiles kindly and steps in close to him, palming his cheek.

“You’re a beautiful man,” she tells him softly.

Marcus mumbles a low thank you, and Jacqueline’s smile widens. His breath stutters as he starts to walk over to the vanity, but he’s stopped with her gentle fingers on his forearm.

“Hang on,” Jacqueline says. “I want you to think of a word–something you don’t normally say in regular conversation. If at any time you feel uncomfortable in the slightest, you say that word, and we stop. Okay?”

A safeword. She’s asking for a safeword. Marcus casts his eyes around and lands on a classic painting of waterlilies hanging near the sink.

“Uhh, Monet,” Marcus answers awkwardly.

Jacqueline smiles. “That’s perfect, honey.” She nods in the direction of the vanity. “Go ahead.”

“Monet,” Marcus immediately says, and she cocks her head to the side in confusion. “I–can I–may I kiss you?” he asks quietly.

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Jacqueline breathes. “Yes, honey. Of course.”

Marcus is torn between capturing her lips gently with his and striding forward and crushing her against him. In the end, he does a mixture of both, taking her face in his hands and slotting his mouth against hers with a fervor unbefitting of what has thus far been a strange, kinky one-night stand.

Jacqueline opens to him willingly when his tongue seeks entrance, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging lightly on the strands. It's then that she takes charge of the kiss, angling Marcus’s head ever so slightly, and he’s all too happy to let her. He gives her everything he has to give, until she comes up for air, breathing heavily–something that gives him far too much satisfaction.

"You're trouble, aren't you?" Jacqueline teases against his lips.

"I usually am," Marcus agrees, a playful smile coloring his words.

"What are we going to do with you, hmm?"

"I'm sure you already have plenty of ideas," Marcus says with a breathless laugh.

"I have a few," Jacqueline murmurs. She runs her hands down the planes of his chest appreciatively. "Right now, I want to see this big, strong man on his knees."

Marcus had thought it would be harder to take his place on his hands and knees. He had thought his ego might protest at the last second, that when faced with the reality of this bizarre situation he’d found himself in, he’d come to his senses and question the sanity of being, of all things, a fucking chair for a woman he’d just met.

In reality, none of that crosses Marcus’s mind. It’s anticlimactic, when he finds himself on the floor in front of Jacqueline’s bathroom sink. He’s achingly hard for having done nothing but kiss her. He finds it’s the anticipation that’s making him so incredibly aroused–the idea that anything could happen tonight, and that he has absolutely no idea what to expect from this. ‘Furniture kink’ has never once crossed his mind as a thing anyone would do, much less him, but when Jacqueline sits in the middle of his back and reaches down to reassuringly stroke his cheek, it all feels so natural. Like it’s a normal thing he does with his partners.

“So, Agent Pike,” Jacqueline says with a playful seriousness as she goes about her routine. “What made you want to be an art detective?”

Marcus huffs a laugh. “Flunked out of art school,” he answers.

Jacqueline laughs above him. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m really not.”

“So you aren’t making it as an artist,” she says, “and that makes you think, ‘fuck it, I’m joining the FBI?’”

“Well, it was–” Marcus shakes his head, reminiscing. “It was on a bulletin board outside of the lecture hall. It was becoming clear that I was not going to make a living otherwise, and it sounded interesting.”

“Did you always like it?” Jacqueline asks quietly.

“Being in Art Crimes? Yeah,” Marcus answers truthfully. “It was everything that was missing in my life.”

Jacqueline’s breath catches. “And is anything missing now?” she asks, a knowing timbre to her voice.

“Well,” Marcus chuckles self-deprecatingly. “Not with the job, at least.”

“Oh, honey,” she tuts, but it’s not condescending, it’s empathetic. Marcus stiffens slightly as he feels Jacqueline’s hand gently stroke his hair back from his forehead. “You’re doing so well, you know that?”

To Marcus’s humiliation, a genuine whimper falls from his lips at her quiet praise.

Jacqueline giggles softly. “You are,” she insists. Her fingers card through his hair as her hand moves down the back of his neck to rest on his shoulders. “You have wide shoulders,” she observes.

“Yeah?” Marcus asks.

“Very,” she murmurs appreciatively. “So thick.”

Marcus watches out of the corner of his eye as Jacqueline removes the last of her makeup. She had been beautiful with it, and she’s just as beautiful without. She picks up a bottle of lotion and puts a little dot on her finger.

"You're doing so well," Jacqueline says again. "You're very still."

Marcus had been desperately trying not to move a muscle the entire time, wanting to do a good job, and he finds himself preening under her soft praise. His last partner had never really complimented him for simply… being him. All his life, he was always praised for what he gave to other people, so he gave and gave and gave and gave–and of course, everyone took.

When Marcus had first walked into that exhibition and discovered an as-of-yet unexplored territory, he had assumed that playing these roles would be punishing or stern–not that he'd be sitting and making comfortable conversation, almost like a date. Except he's naked, being used as a chair, and his cock has never been this hard.

“I didn’t expect it to be like… this,” Marcus says quietly, breaking the silence.

“What did you expect?” Jacqueline asks, sounding genuinely curious.

“More… serious, I guess?”

She laughs happily. “Don’t let those faux-romance novels fool you,” she says. “Kink is supposed to be fun. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

“I’ve never really thought about it that way,” Marcus confesses.

“Thinking about kinky stuff a lot, are you, Agent Pike?”

It’s his turn to laugh. “I do have an office full of genitalia, at the moment.”

Jacqueline laughs again and sets a little container full of eye cream down on the counter with finality. “There,” she says. “All done.”

“Yeah?” Marcus perks up. That… that was it?

“Yeah,” Jacqueline repeats, stroking his hair again. “You did a good job, honey.”

Marcus hums in appreciation, but she continues.

“I’d like to give you a reward, for being so good for me,” she says.

“Oh,” Marcus says, dumbly.

“You’re rock hard,” Jacqueline observes wryly.

“I did notice,” he answers teasingly, matching her deadpan tone.

“Behave,” she warns, sliding off of his back and kneeling beside him. “Or you don’t get your reward.”

“Sorry,” Marcus says automatically.

“You’re cheeky,” Jacqueline says with a smile. “I like that.”

Marcus smiles to himself but doesn’t respond again. Is it too soon to fall in love with this woman?

“I’d like you to stay exactly as you are,” Jacqueline instructs. “No moving. And I’m going to stroke this pretty cock until you cum all over my floor, right where you are. Does that sound like a nice reward?”

“Yes,” Marcus answers immediately, not bothering to hide his desperation from her. Too soon or not, he’s gone.

Jacqueline hums in amusement, and reaches out to grasp his weeping cock.

“Fuck,” Marcus hisses, dropping his head between his shoulders in relief. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shh,” she soothes. “You don’t need to say anything,” she murmurs. “You don’t need to move. Just feel it, okay? Just focus on how good it feels.”

Jacqueline starts to stroke him up and down, and Marcus can only close his eyes and whimper pitifully at her touch.

“That’s it,” she encourages him. “You don’t need to do anything else. No moving, no talking, just me, touching this perfect cock until you turn inside-out for me.”

Marcus groans at her filthiness. No one has ever talked to him like this, and it’s a revelation.

“It’s so big,” she pouts. “Next time I’m going to take advantage of that and sit on it, instead,” she promises. “What do you think about that?”

“Yes,” Marcus exhales. “Please.”

“I wouldn’t let you cum for quite a while,” Jacqueline warns him. “I’m going easy on you tonight.”

“Fine,” Marcus says immediately. “Whatever you want.” He finds that he means it–he’s putty in her hands. Anything she’d ask, he’d do in a heartbeat.

“Ohh, I like you,” Jacqueline breathes. “Yes, you’re incredible. Cum for me, I wanna see what you look like.”

Marcus nods thickly. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Gonna–”

“Shh,” Jacqueline reminds him. “Stay still, remember? Right now, you’re mine to use.”

The statement causes everything to draw up tight. With barely any warning at all, Marcus cums with a sharp inhale, forcing himself to stay still as he spills over her knuckles, coating the floor with ropes of his spend.

"Oh, honey," Jacqueline murmurs. "That was a lot, huh? You are pent up."

Marcus laughs breathlessly. "Been–Jesus–been a rough couple of months."

"I'd like to hear about it," Jacqueline says quietly, rubbing up and down his back as he comes down. "Not tonight–but if you're interested in doing this again, I'd like you to tell me about it while we do a scene," she explains. "Honestly, it may help you let some of it go."

"Oh," Marcus exclaims softly. "I–yeah, I want that."

Jacqueline laughs quietly. "Good," she whispers. "I think you're cute, and sexy, and fun, and I'd love to get to know you a little better."

"Same," Marcus murmurs, smiling at the absurdity of asking to get to know someone better while naked, on his knees, his cum splattered on the floor beneath him.

As if she's reading his mind, Jacqueline says, "You know, if we'd been doing this for a little while, I'd make you lick it up for me."

Marcus's brain goes fuzzy at her words, and he lets out an obscene noise, somewhere in between a whine and a moan. The image of him licking his own cum off of her floor, combined with the prospect that she wants to do this again is causing him to short-circuit.

Jacqueline laughs at the broken sound. "Oh, you like that idea, huh? You want to clean up your mess for me?"

"Do just about anything for you right now," Marcus says with a wry grin.

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" Jacqueline asks.

Marcus shakes his head. "No."

She dips her finger in it and brings a little drop to his lips. He sucks it into his mouth, the light salt of her skin combining with the slightly bitter taste of him on his tongue.

"We're going to put a pin in that," Jacqueline is saying, "because this is the first time you've ever been a sub, and you're probably feeling a bit vulnerable, and I don't want to go too far before you're ready." She grabs a wad of toilet paper and wipes it up before Marcus can protest. "Sit up for me, honey."

Marcus rises to his knees and is able to look, really look at Jacqueline for the first time since getting down on the floor for her. She's right–he is feeling vulnerable, although he isn't entirely comfortable showing it just yet. But her eyes are warm and kind, and her expression is open and unguarded, and he finds himself already wanting more of this. It's not just her–it's everything, everything they've done tonight, the way he was finally given permission to just slow down for a moment, to do nothing.

"You can kiss me again," Jacqueline teases with a glint in her eye.

Marcus doesn't need to be told twice.

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