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heartkyeom · 2 years

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pretty party favor

kim mingyu x fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

tag list: @onlymingyus @junkissed @maijunejuly @hyucks-rose @freakyfriedrice @aceofvernons @fallinwoozi

warnings: not really enemies but they know and hate each other lol, gendered nicknames, reader has vagina, reader receiving head, overstimulation, squirting, slightly fluffy

a/n: hi this is halloween-esque but not necessarily spooky. just tension between idiots which I love to write! shoutout to june giving me the title to this + getting me to finish this with her comments on my google doc <3 pls enjoy

“get in the car.”

“fuck you,” you muttered under your breath.

“what was that?” mingyu spoke up again, clearly trying to push your buttons. he’s always done this, always acted as if he’s entitled to an answer even when it was none of his business.

you stopped in your tracks to look at him. “I said fuck you, prick,” you spat out, quickly facing your attention toward the path back home.

you were coming back from a friend’s Y2K themed costume party which unfortunately meant taking the short walk back home in a denim miniskirt, a baby tee with a stupid saying on the front, and a pair of sneakers. it was a fun night, you drank sufficiently to the point where you felt light on your feet while walking home.

sure, your feet were comfortable, but it was still an inconvenience to walk back when it was cold and dark, but you typically never encountered any trouble since your apartment was located on a quiet residential street.

however, tonight, mingyu had other plans. you thankfully managed to avoid him the entire night at the party, so much that you almost forgot he existed for a few hours. you spent the night catching up with friends that you hadn’t seen in a while because of work, gossiping a bit too much over red plastic cups, but you still spotted him occasionally doing the same thing.

despite your friend group’s best efforts to help you make amends, you two didn’t get along one bit. there was too much tension for them to cut through as a collective group, so they eventually let it go in an effort to keep the peace.

“get in the car right now. cheol’s gonna have my head if I don’t take you home, especially since you were drinking. I know you were taking shots all night,” he responds with that sly grin of his, you don’t even have to look at him to know.

“that’s not true and cheol should know better than to expect me to ride with you,” your words slur slightly, exposing yourself a bit too much. you subsequently trip over your feet on a crack in the sidewalk, losing your balance momentarily.

you hear him laugh a bit too loud at the mistake and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. of course, he saw it and he’s not gonna let you forget about it either.

“you can’t even walk in sneakers right now! get in the car, princess, seriously,” he objects. you look over and you’re shocked that he’s still bored enough to keep up with you, it’s actively starting to piss you off.

“fuck, just let me fall on the pavement and die,” you yell into the air with your head tilted back, “you’re not even supposed to care what happens to me!” you turn your head to him again with a bewildered look.

“stop before you wake up the whole neighborhood,” he warns. “you know what, enough,” you hear him shut off the ignition and get out of the car, shutting the door behind him and meeting you on the sidewalk faster than you expected.

“you’re being ridiculous,” he points at you with an accusatory finger.

you scoff. “do you think you’re gonna fuck me? is that why you’re doing this?”

it feels wrong the moment you say it, but what else were you meant to say? he has notoriously only been friends with girls just to have weirdly long situationships with them, never establishing a proper relationship due to a lack of commitment. he thought it was convenient, you thought it was irritating.

“what? are you fucking kidding me?” he seethes, running his hands through his hair. you’ve really done it now, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this flustered and angry at the same time. yet, it was the truth.

even when the rest of your friend group teased him, mingyu always took it without too much resistance, that’s just the kind of guy he is.

“am I wrong? you think every girl you come into contact with wants to fuck you,” you insist, you cross your arms in front of your chest and stare at him intensely.

“i’m doing this because you need to get home, whether I like you or not,” he clenches his jaw, not breaking eye contact for a second. it would probably scare you if you were less drunk, but you were feeling testy.

“what happened to princess? hmm?” you smirk.

he barely lets you finish before he picks you up by the waist, doing his best to place you in the passenger seat despite you hitting his back with your fists.

“put me down!” you scream into his ear over and over until he’s somehow opened the door and clicks your seatbelt across your waist. you immediately shut up the moment he throws your discarded purse in your lap, you clutch it while looking down at your feet.

you watch him walk around to the driver’s seat and settle into the car, shifting gears before driving away from the wooded area.

“you’re such a fucking brat, you’d rather fight me until you’re blue in the face instead of just taking the ride,” he tightens his grip around the steering wheel until his knuckles tense a bit too tight, it makes you swallow weakly.

the next few minutes are uncomfortably tense, you don’t miss the way he sets his jaw just a little bit tighter each time he stops at a red light. you don’t have to tell him how to get to your apartment, he’s been there too many times to count.

he pulls up to your apartment, turns on the hazard lights, and sits back in the leather seat.

“get out,” he says in a sharp yet quiet tone. you didn’t think it would strike a nerve that badly with him, but the guilt settles into your chest as you unbuckle the seatbelt and exit the car. you slam the car door and walk away, not letting yourself look back at him.

you fish your keys out of your front pocket and fumble your way inside without much effort and shut the door behind you. that probably makes the top 5 worst conversations that you’ve had with mingyu, but you won’t remember it in the morning.

you hope not, at least.

you don’t even have a full moment to yourself before you hear a soft knock on the door. you throw off your sneakers before padding across the hardwood floor toward the door, opening it to reveal a slightly disheveled mingyu.

“your purse,” he sighs, holding up your bag with his fingers out toward you. you stare at him for a moment before taking it.

you both exchange a look, but you turn away from the door toward the pitch darkness of your living room.

it was an intrusive thought, the thought of getting split open on kim mingyu’s dick.

he’d probably show no mercy since there are infinite levels of tension in your relationship that not even scientists would understand.

it’s so stupid, but there’s probably some alternate universe where you aren’t forcing yourself to do this, you would both act like normal adults and you would just ask him to have sex.

but, this is real life and you’re about to go back on your word not even an hour later.

“i need you to fuck me.”

“you’re drunk,” he seems to be unbothered before he starts blinking a bit too much, his nonchalance shifts into a state of processing.

“I'm barely drunk and I know you want to, you want to put me in my place,” you approach him with blind confidence. he stares you down, no emotion evident on his face.

“I need full consent and I mean it, I’m not touching you without it.”

“I give you full consent to fuck the shit out of me,” you deadpan, sighing as if you’re telling him off more than actually informing him. he nods silently, accepting the terms. he steps past you into the apartment and you shut the door behind him, gently locking it before facing him again.

you walk toward your bedroom, fumbling around to turn on the lamp before sitting down on your plush comforter.

he approaches you at the end of the bed, considering his next move as he stares at your thighs.

he sinks to his knees, his face now eye level with your cunt. he slips his hands under your skirt to find no trace of underwear, the shock is visible on his face as he looks up at you.

“this seems like you wanted to get fucked tonight, princess,” he shakes his head and returns his focus to the task at hand, finding your clit with his thumb.

“m-maybe,” you let out a shaky breath as he increases the pressure, making torturously slow circles on your clit. you lean your head back as you let out a few involuntary moans, mingyu laughs as you slowly give into the pleasure.

“but my skirt was long enough to cover it, who cares,” you brush off the fact and prop up your elbows in an effort to steady yourself.

“such a naughty girl,” he collects a bit of your arousal on his fingers before lifting them to your mouth. he pushes them into your mouth and you happily swirl them around on your tongue, sucking them clean. it pulls another moan out of you, and you’re not sure if it’s from the nickname or the act itself, either way he’s making you feel so pathetic.

“you like that, huh? you like being my naughty girl,” his voice goes especially raspy as he returns to your thighs, pressing gentle kisses on the path to your clit. the lack of pressure is sweet but disappointing, you wanted a little bit more action.

“thought you were gonna go harder than this,” you retort. you can feel the confidence die in your throat as he looks up at you.

“you didn’t answer my question,” he scratches his nails down your thighs to your slight discomfort, “and if you don’t, i’ll be agonizingly slow,” he warns. you don’t want to be putty in his hands, but he just pulls you in so easily.

“i like it,” you whisper and shut your eyes immediately. you put your arm over your face in an effort to hide, but he’s already up to his feet, pulling it away from your face a moment after.

“what was that, baby? what do you like?” you hear him ask you and the shyness washes over you again.

you whined and forced yourself to answer. “i like being naughty for you,” you moan, you shift your hips in an effort to get more friction, silently asking him to start up again.

“good girl,” his words melt on your core as he settles himself onto his knees again, he chooses to keep murmuring soft praises against you and it drives you insane.

the compliments go to your head and you think you want to get drunk on his words, the way his voice rasps against your skin as if he’s trying to make sure the words never leave your flesh.

he arrives at a faster pace sooner than you expect, making you place a hand in his hair. the harder he licks your clit, the tighter your hold gets. the resulting groan from him is heavenly, it adds an extra bit of pressure that has you clutching the sheets for dear life. you no longer hold yourself back from bucking your hips up against his face, he has to force you back down with his hands after the third time you do it.

“mingyu, please please please,” you slur out, you throw your head back to try and fight the building coil in your stomach.

“please what?” he looks up at you with a glistening mouth, eager to get back to the task at hand.

“let me cum, please,” you grit your teeth at the loss of pressure. he bites back a smile and steadies his hands on your thighs, fingers spread across your skin for balance.

“asking for permission, good girl? should I let you?”

“yes, I’m losing my mind gyu, please,” your heart feels like it’s in your throat the moment you respond.

“one question and I’ll let you go, ok? were you avoiding me at the party?” he asks it so easily, it makes you want to scream.

of course you were and of course he noticed.

“yes, I was,” you admit. he tilts his head slightly.

“thought I wouldn’t see you, princess? no matter how much you wanted to look at me?” he mumbles the words against your slit, not breaking eye contact with you for even a second.

“you never see me,” you know it’s too vulnerable, you’re pushing your luck with this response.

“I always do,” his eyes linger on you for a little bit too long, you can see the fondness spread across his cheeks when he smiles.

it’s disgustingly charming.

you want to see more.

he doesn’t warn you before he licks a stripe against your entrance, it makes you lift your hips again in shock. he laughs against your thighs at your response, closing his eyes for a moment. “stop trying to get away from me,” he pouts.

“force of habit,” you can’t even look at him but it’s true. this is all a little too foreign for you, your body still has some catching up to do with your heart in terms of accepting mingyu’s attention.

before you can process, the coil is tight once again and you’re desperate to cum, you don’t like the fact that you’ve been involuntarily edged multiple times now.

your whines are the only thing you can hear and you can only say his name over and over until your thoughts no longer have a way to escape from your mouth.

you get so caught up in your own pleasure that you’re rocking his head back and forth with your hips in order to coax your orgasm out.

mingyu, bless his heart, has latched his arm around your thigh to help you get there, hoisting your leg over his shoulder and leaning into the movements to tether himself to you.

“fuck, I’m gonna cum,” your voice thins out into a whisper as he concentrates on your clit, the clear area of interest now that you’ve spoken up.

mingyu replaces his tongue with his fingers so that he can look at you. “come on, princess, cum for me,” he whispers. the determined look he gives you, the nickname, and the relentless speed he’s moving at leave you absolutely done for.

white spots hit your vision and you’re screaming his name, you screw your eyes shut and feel a gush of cum pool underneath your thighs and your pleasure is now twisted into horror.

“fuck, that was so much,” you contort your face at the feeling, you scoot yourself away from the mess in sheer embarrassment.

kim mingyu was able to make you squirt just from giving head during your first time together?

you’d never hear the end of it.

“it was hot as fuck, baby, I promise,” he’s grinning like a kid in a candy store, it makes you cringe but he’s still cute.

“you sure?” he's already licking your thighs clean, he was definitely sure.

“very sure, now let me clean you up. and take off your clothes, you’re sweating,” he’s slightly concerned as he finally stands up, leaving to retrieve a damp washcloth.

once you hear the water running, you’re alone with your thoughts for a minute.

mingyu clearly likes having sex with you, even indulging in multiple nicknames that were making themselves comfortable in your mind.

it was confusing yet exciting all at once, how could he break you down like this so easily?

has this always been the truth? were you always waiting for him to take it too far? or did you just have to find the courage to ask him for yourself?

all of these thoughts return to the back of your mind as he reappears after a minute or two with said item, standing over you for a moment.

you realize that you’re still clothed and let out a small gasp to his amusement, you quickly discard your clothes on the floor.

he finally joins you on the bed, knees caging your body to help you clean up. “good girl,” he begins to wipe you down gently, taking his time to carry out a thorough job.

“these nicknames are so,” you trail off. he gives you a patient look, not forcing you to answer until you’re ready.

“so new,” you arrive at the answer a few seconds later with squinted eyes.

“i’m testing them out. nothing is permanent,” he offers.

you don’t want him to change his mind, the idea of being his princess is viable, it becomes more realized in each passing moment.

“well, i assume you don’t want to be in a relationship,” you watch him with your hands across your chest, suddenly a bit self conscious.

“that would be wrong,” he doesn’t look up, he simply wrings the washcloth in his hands.

“what?”

“I haven’t been with anyone casually in a long time, I want to be in a committed relationship.”

“then how do I fit into this?”

“I always thought you were pretty, stubborn as fuck but pretty,” he seems to recall past arguments with a scoff, “but I know when I’m not wanted, y/n. I wasn’t gonna force myself onto you,” he doesn't look up at you.

“right,” you nod solemnly. it makes sense. why try when it’s clear what the outcome will be?

“and we were always mad at each other over dumb shit, I just let that idea die. how do you feel?” he finally looks at you, all other movements cease to just look at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“same reason, it was just mentally easier to be mad at you. better than rejection, I guess?” you’re processing it as you say it out loud.

“we’re both pathetic, huh?” he giggles and you finally let yourself go. it’s nice to finally agree on something for once, to let the air be clear of any resentment.

“just a little. god, they’re gonna lose their shit over us,” you whine, placing your hands over your eyes.

“hey, hey, we don’t have to tell anyone anything yet,” he reassures you while removing your hands from your face. “we haven’t even gone on a date, we can take our time,” he kisses your cheek in an attempt to make you smile, it doesn’t work.

you sigh at the idea of a potential dating timeline. “right. what happens when we look like we don’t hate each other the next time we hang out? the lack of tension would be almost too obvious,” you’re overthinking and he tries to quiet the fears with a peck to your lips.

“we‘ll be fine, baby,” he smirks against your lips and kisses you once more. “what if I don’t want them to know, huh? what if I want you all to myself?” his hands trail down to your chest, slowly kneading your breasts to your surprise.

you don’t fight the groan that escapes your lips, mingyu smiles knowing that he’s broken your brain out of its anxious trance.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you sigh out, he flops his head against your chest and finally takes in the weight of everything, laying next to you.

you both take in the silence and you decide to run your fingers through his hair. he moves accordingly and lets out a content sigh at your choice.

“mingyu?” you break the silence.

“yeah?”

“i’m sorry about tonight. what I said was cruel,” you try to express yourself as earnestly as possible. it was only right that starting fresh with each other meant building a new foundation of honesty and trust.

“I forgive you, baby. you were right, anyways,” he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your palm before intertwining your fingers together.

“it was still mean.”

“well, I’ll tell you what, I still haven’t kept my promise of fucking the shit out of you,” you blush at him remembering your words. “so let’s do that instead of going back and forth, ok? I promise I’m fine,” he cradles your face in his hands and you’re acutely aware of how calm it makes you feel.

his eye contact still makes you a bit nervous, but nervous in a way where you want him to keep looking, you want him to keep accepting you with his sweet eyes.

“okay,” you finally feel more relaxed at the sight of him, the tension leaves your face and he notices it immediately.

you’re broken out of your trance when his phone rings. he’s clearly annoyed until he sees who it is and flashes the screen toward you.

you smile and your eyes widen.

it’s seungcheol.

he answers the phone while stroking your cheek with his hand. “hey, yeah, I got her back home. I don’t know why she’s not picking up your calls,” he responds in between pauses and looks at you with a knowing smirk.

you feel your cheeks heat up again and you flip your head into the pillow. your ass is now exposed, a costly mistake when you feel his hands travel over your skin. you hear mingyu “mhm” and “yeah” his way through the rest of the call while occasionally squeezing your ass, it was terribly cocky of him.

“okay, talk to you later,” he hangs up and you hear him place his phone on your nightstand.

“hey, pretty,” he leans down to your ear and you groan.

“oh god, I didn’t text him,” you sigh at the idea of getting a lecture from seungcheol.

“it’s fine,” he flips you over with a short grunt.

“it’s not fine,” you pout to the point where he can’t help but pinch your cheek.

“I just covered for you and I still want to fuck you, unless you still need convincing,” he takes his hand from your face and places it over his erection. it feels too big under your hand and your heart starts racing.

“shit,” your breath hitches. “okay, go for it.”

“you’re so fucking cute,” he kisses your forehead before stripping down.

“I am?” you catch your breath at the sight of his chest.

“yes, and I’m about to enjoy every single second of this.”

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🥀⛓️like you mean it⛓️🥀 ----- 𝖘.𝖐𝖆𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖆🩸🔪

🥀written from prompts chosen by the wheel of misfortune created by @/cyancherub

🥀includes: dub-con, cucking, 69, stranger sex, & mirror sex. mdni! 18+. dark content warning. horror warning.

🥀banners made by me on canva/pic collage. images from pinterest. blood divider from google.

🥀4.5k words

🥀B/n = boyfriend's name

🥀october 31st, 2023

The sounds of cheerful laughter, concession machines whirring, and parents screaming for their children to 'stop running' rang throughout the periphery of your hearing while you stood with your boyfriend in line for the cotton candy.

Halloween night, the night of your first official date after you accepted the proposal to be his girlfriend.

He's a fairly handsome fellow: tall, athletic (you already knew that he played on the soccer team and ran track at your university, courtesy of your nosy roommate), neatly shaven face, with a dazzling white smile; bright, chocolate brown eyes, and a robustly defined body.

Being with him on this cool, spooky night (the spookiest night of the year, no doubt) caused a tingling euphoria to race down your spine and ignite your nerves.

Yes. You'd never had a boyfriend before starting university.

You were the quiet, smart girl in school. Not popular, but also not a total outcast. So, as you stood in that line with your boyfriend, whose looks could rival that of any male model, you felt good.

Proud even.

Not to say that you're unattractive - no! Not at all! You just never pictured yourself standing beside someone who looked so....well-put-together. So perfect.

"You look zoned out. Not trying to think of a way to ditch me, are you?" B/n smirked while outstretching his arm to hand you a bouquet of wiry, blue fluff.

Quickly shaking your head and smiling, you accepted it and brought it up to your mouth to steal a bite.

"Not at all. I wouldn't even dream of ditching you out here. All alone and cold on a cloudy, October night with no telling of what could be lurking in the shadows. I hope you don't feel that I'd be that cruel."

He let out a loud chuckle,

"I certainly hope not. You're too beautiful to be cruel."

That comment made you blush and push a breath through your lips as you felt your face heating up.

He thinks I'm beautiful.

"Aww, shucks. Now you're going to ruin my cool kid facade and make me blush."

"I'm sorry, but I don't see any cool kids around here. Only a hottie that really knows how to make a university sweatshirt look like something off a New York Fashion Week runway show."

"Hottie? Are you a Megan the Stallion fan?" You giggled.

As the two of you talked, you moved further away from the crowd and bright lights and more towards the carnival rides.

You didn't think your outfit was all that special: your maroon and white band sweatshirt, black washed out-denim miniskirt, black tights with random holes cut out of them, and shiny, maroon Doc Martens.

With a simple shrug of your shoulders, you continued to eat your cotton candy.

Squealing like some ditzy fangirl at every compliment thrown your way is definitely not how you want to present yourself to your new beau. You have to play it cool.

Before the handsome man could retort, however, your cell phone buzzed.

emergency alert: escaped inmate. all citizens to be on high alert. more updates as they become available.

B/n was tucking his phone back into his pocket when you looked over at him.

"Well, that's certainly disconcerting. Though, it is Halloween. It could just be a prank to scare people." You announced with confidence laced throughout your tone.

He couldn't help but chuckle at you: you looked and sounded so cute, he'd drink up whatever you said and proclaim it as fact.

Moving closer to your side to engulf you in a side hug, he pulled your body snug against his own, making sure to keep you shielded from getting tousled by the groups of teens and adults alike headed towards the haunted maze.

"You don't have to try and be brave for me, sweetheart. It's my job as the man to protect you after all."

It might come off as rude for you to scoff, but the blush brewing on your cheeks would contradict that action anyway; you're liking this attention that's being bestowed upon you.

"Oh, why do I have to be trying, why can't I just do it?" You giggled.

The two of you passed by what looked like a group of university students. Some of them were wearing sweatshirts similar to yours, but colored a deep navy blue with red and white detailing.

A straggler trailed behind the group, typing on his cell phone.

Average height and normal, modest build, he doesn't stand out too much. Dark brown, shaggy hair and black, languorous eyes.

Unlike the others in the group, he's wearing a black sweatshirt with a white overlapping UA design, baggy black jeans, and black platform Converse.

He's not ugly by any means. Just…

Unremarkable.

He's not paying attention to where he's walking, too absorbed into his phone, when he slams into your side.

He would've knocked you off of the path if your boyfriend didn't have a tight grip on your waist.

"Sorry!! I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I-"

"She's good, man."

The look on Sen's face reflected his confusion. He didn't think that he'd overstepped or done anything that could be perceived as disrespectful.

"Right. Sorry again."

He awkwardly moved along, trying to catch up to the group, which you assumed were his friends.

B/n's grip tightened on your waist and you noticed the way his forehead wrinkled just slightly in irritation.

"Fucking nerve of that guy."

You were just a bit taken aback by the aggression in his tone, but wrote it off of him just being protective.

"Yeah, that was kind of weird, but look! The line for the maze isn't that long yet; let's hurry!"

Gleeful screams and laughter are in abundance as you and B/n approach the maze's entrance.

The whirring of a chainsaw somewhere nearby makes you squeal in delight as two middle-school aged children rush past you, holding hands and giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh wow, they really went all out, didn't they? Chainsaw killer and creepy, dark stone maze? They made sure to pull out all the stops." You smirked.

Chuckling and moving you along with his hand on your lower back, B/n seems quite pleased that you're enjoying yourself.

"Yeah, they did. Despite its creepiness, though, it'd make a great place to make out, don't you think?" He smiled at you with a teasing lilt in his voice.

You snorted. "Hmph, maybe."

Is he implying that he wants to make out?

Your cheeks warmed up; you're not prepared for this.

The maze gets darker and darker the further you two walk in; the moon now hides behind dark, wispy clouds.

It's like the temperature suddenly drops twenty degrees, making you feel the biting cold even through your thick sweatshirt.

The laughter is starting to sound farther away, but the chainsaw is still loud as ever. The sound sends chills down your spine and causes goosebumps to rise up all along your arms.

"You alright? Hey, look at the vines. Aren't they pretty? Imagine how this place would look in the daytime, with the roses blooming on the hedges."

B/n is fantasizing about your next date. It would probably be a picnic in a flower garden with multicolored roses surrounding both of you.

He can't wait to spoil you and give you all the nice things that you deserve.

You're about to respond when suddenly the sound of the chainsaw is right behind your ear. As you let out a surprised shriek, you're pulled harshly by your sleeve.

Sneakers slap against the stone pathway as you and B/n run for your lives away from the paid actor wielding the highly dangerous power tool.

He's laughing as sweat drips down his forehead even in the cold air. You can hear him asking you if you're having fun.

You're not sure anymore.

"L-look, that might be an opening up ahead!" Your finger points towards what you hope is the end of the maze. The exit.

Your male companion nods and your direction shifts towards the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel.

Something is shining down there, even though the night is so gloomy and you're completely enclosed in this stone fortress.

Your footsteps slow as you get closer and realization dawns upon you.

It's not an exit.

Instead, a long mirror is situated right in the center of the stone wall. The sliver of moonlight glinting off of it gives it the illusion of an open doorway.

Only reflecting the path in front of it, the one which you'd just come down.

"Fuck…how the hell are we going to get out of here?" You curse.

B/n hums thoughtfully. You both stand and stare at your reflections in the mirror.

The sound of the chainsaw started up again, but it sounded further away this time. That made you squint your eyes in confusion.

In the next moment, footsteps are running in your direction. Rubber soles squeak and slide against the cobblestone and before you know it, that same kid from before is practically running into you again.

His face has a light sheen of sweat, the perspiration dampening his hair, beading on his forehead, and slowly slipping down his nose.

“You again…” You say as you just stare at him. He drops to his knees, his breaths coming out in short puffs.

“I-I got separated from my friends back there...The chainsaw guy came at us full force, we split up and ran in different directions...”

Both you and B/n are looking at him now.

“What do you mean? The chainsaw guy was just behind us…I heard it, loud and clear…”

Sen slowly cranes his head upward to peek at your face. His cheeks grow a pink tint, as your tight-covered thighs are right in his line of sight.

He begins to rise to his feet and you realize that he’s a few inches taller than you, though several shorter than your boyfriend.

“That’s not possible, unless there were two of them instead of one. Usually they’d mention something like that at the entrance before letting people in.” Sen places his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt.

“Right, well we should keep looking for the way out. We don’t want to-” B/n is cut off by the loud screeching that you remember from earlier. It’s coming from all three of your cell phones.

The emergency alert system.

“escaped prisoner sighted on or nearby local fairgrounds. exercise extreme caution and awareness! vacate premises immediately if-”

BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUM-BRUMMMM-BRRRRR!

“HOLY FUCK, LOOK OUT!”

Bursting from your left, a masked person wielding a large chainsaw with a rusty blade lunges towards you and B/n.

“Fuck!” Sen stumbles backwards and falls, landing harshly on his side as your weight on top of him sends both of you sprawling across the ground. B/n had pushed you out of the way just in time to prevent you from being decapitated.

The psychopath grins maniacally and revs the machine again and swings it towards B/n. He’s quick to duck out of the way, no doubt his years of running track, combined with adrenaline, contributing to his remarkable speed.

“Leave him alone!” You shout as you attempt to scramble away from Sen, but the dark-haired male quickly pulls you back into him by your arm. A surprisingly muscled arm tightens around your waist and keeps you pressed against him.

"What are you doing? Get off of me! I have to help him!" You pushed against Sen once again, but he held you even tighter.

The chainsaw's engine revs again and this time it's pointed right at your face.

"You'd do right to listen to him. Make another move and I'll slice right through your pretty face."

You could feel every drop of blood in your veins turn to ice as all the color drained from your face. Not just at their words, but upon closer inspection, you can see that the chainsaw's blade is not rusted.

It's covered in dried blood.

H/c hair swayed from side to side as you shook your head, eyes clenching shut in utter horror and disbelief.

That chainsaw is definitely real, but maybe this person just really knows how to play their role. Maybe the blood is fake.

"Hahaha, what's the matter, sweetheart? Can't believe this is happening to you? Well it is! This ain't no goddamn skit; it's the real fucking deal."

Sen keeps his arms around you in a protective hold, but you wish it wasn't him.

You wish it was your beloved boyfriend holding you close and protecting you much like how he was earlier.

Before your perfect dream turned into a complete nightmare right before your eyes.

"Open your fucking eyes!"

They snap open on command. You don't want to take the risk of making this person any angrier than they already are.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?" It's B/n speaking up.

Internally you're screaming for him to shut up, to not say another word that may result in his serious injury or, worse, death.

The perpetrator quickly turns on him with the deadly weapon. He falls back on his ass and yelps in pain.

You crane your head around the tall, imposing figure to see your boyfriend clutching his ankle. He must've landed on it the wrong way. It's clearly twisted and possibly broken.

"Oh, what a shame. Looks like you won't be able to run from me anymore. All three of you are stuck at my mercy, how delightful!"

Sen decides to speak up then. He tries to keep his voice from wavering. He has to be the strong one in this situation.

He has to be the man and protect you now.

"What about my friends back there? Did you…did you murder them?"

Loud, psychotic laughter is his answer and Sen drops his head regretfully.

"What an idiotic question to ask a serial killer! Now, as much as I'd love to hear you three beg me for your pathetic lives, I've thought of something much more interesting."

The three of you wait in silence, neither of you daring to ask what they had in store for you.

They take the chainsaw and held it over your boyfriend's head.

"PLEASE, NO!"

"QUIET!"

You whimper sadly and Sen strokes your hair gently, bringing your head to rest on his chest.

"I won't kill him, yet. Before he dies, why don't you give him a show, huh, little one? I want you..," They point a long, black-gloved finger towards Sen, whose eyes widen,

"..To fuck her while he watches."

His jaw drops and you can feel his body shake in fear.

"I-I can't…I.."

The engine revs once again. Louder and more menacing than the other times.

The sound echoes inside your head and you look up at Sen.

He looks down at you, his dark eyes conflicted.

"Do you…?"

You just look at him blankly. He can't tell what you want, but you're not explicitly telling him no.

He's going to hate himself for this, but if it's the only way for you all to make it out of this alive…

"I'm sorry about this, but I really don't want to fucking die here.."

You don't know what to say to that, but your body shivers when Sen begins to move his hands down your sides.

His fingers play with the hems of your sweatshirt and T-shirt, ghosting over the flesh of your tummy just barely.

The chainsaw-wielder clicks their tongue.

"No, no, this won't do at all. He can't even see you."

Another startled yelp from B/n; they've got him yanked up onto his knees as they begin to drag him closer to you and Sen. His injured leg trails behind him pitifully and he's propped up against the stone wall to your right.

"Turn around, face the mirror."

The mirror, you'd completely forgotten about it.

Effortlessly, Sen picks you up and situates the both of you to where you're now staring back at yourselves in the tall slab of glass.

It's dark, but the clouds have moved away from the moon so its light can illuminate the dastardly deed that you're about to commit.

You're about to cheat on your boyfriend on your first date.

Right in his face.

"Get to it, then. Don't keep him waiting. If you do a good enough job I might let you all live."

An evil chuckle and then the chainsaw is powered off. They look at you and Sen expectantly, B/n doing the same.

You can see him out of the corner of your eye, watching you in the mirror with a neutral expression.

He doesn't know what to feel; his ankle is throbbing in pain and his girlfriend is in another man's lap. Not to mention his life has been threatened more than once in only a single night.

Sen's lips tremble as he trails them along your shoulder, pulling the collar away from your neck so he can reach the s/c skin underneath.

One of his larger hands rests over yours, squeezing in a show of support.

He's sorry, oh so sorry that he's putting you and your boyfriend through this, but he can at least make the experience somewhat pleasurable for you.

Make you feel comfortable with him.

A soft moan escapes your cold, slightly chapped lips causing Sen's cock to stir in his jeans.

He shifts his legs and opens them wider so you your ass can sit flush against his crotch.

Even through your own jean-clad bottom you can feel him getting hard for you.

"Y-you're enjoying this…is this what turns you on? You're sick…"

You whisper to him, a stinging edge to your tone that makes Sen's ears burn in embarrassment.

And lust.

"I-I'm sorry…I can't…can't control it. You're so soft and you smell so good…"

How long had it been since he'd had a girl sitting on his dick, and one as pretty as you, nonetheless?

His hormones are going into overdrive, causing his movements to grow bolder.

Sen takes his hands and places them on your knees so he can spread them apart.

He wants to see your panties, but your tights are in the way; so, with one hand he grips the offending material at your crotch and tears a hole right through them.

Heat licks at your neck despite the cold, and Sen's tongue does as well.

The warm, wet muscle provides a pleasant contrast to the biting cold. He leaves a slimy trail of saliva all the way from your neck down to your collarbone.

Shivers run down your spinal column and your cunt moistens through your royal purple panties, much to Sen's delight.

Though the only reason you're letting him do this to you is to save your lives, he can't help but get excited at the image of you getting wet for him.

A complete fucking stranger.

Sen apparently isn't the only one getting turned on from this situation.

You look from your reflection in the mirror back to B/n and a soft gasp leaves your lips.

He's palming his dick through his pants. Perfect white teeth clamp down on a juicy bottom lip while his brown eyes watch your pussy through the mirror.

"Looks like somebody's enjoying himself!" The killer laughs cruelly.

This is what they wanted: to completely embarrass and humiliate you three.

Tears begin to sting your eyes, but what can you do? It's either let this stranger fuck you or you all die.

Sen's fingers on one hand move to push your skirt up while the other hand rips the hanging material of your tights the rest of the way off.

He reaches under your ass to get to his belt and quickly unbuckles it to free his hard, throbbing dick.

You can't see it in the mirror from the way you're sitting on him, but when he shifts to line himself up with your panty-covered cunt, you can feel the head brush against your clit.

"Ohh…" The moan leaves your throat on its own accord.

Sen is encouraged by this and he moves his head to rest against yours.

Kisses are planted on your cheeks and temples while he strokes his cock with one hand and pulls your thong to the side to reveal your wet pussy with the other.

"Shit, you're so wet…don't worry, I'm gonna make you feel so good, make you even wetter for him to see…" He coos into your ear then nibbles it. Your back arches against him.

He chuckles softly and slides his dick through your folds, lubing himself up.

"Such a pretty pussy. What a lucky fucking guy…"

Is the last sentence the dark brunette speaks before thrusting his hips up and burying his dick deep inside you.

"F-fuck! Ahh…so thick.."

Your mind turns hazy when Sen starts fucking up into you at a quick, but steady pace.

His dick isn't the longest, but it's girthy and there's a few veins along his shaft that massage against your inner walls oh so deliciously.

"Shit, it's so warm and tight. You like it, huh? Like my dick? Look at how you're starting to cream on me already, baby."

He's telling the truth because when he says it, your eyes move down your reflection to where the two of you are joined and you can see the white froth coating his dick as he moves it in and out of your hole.

"Ahh…feels so good…fuck…don't even know your name.."

"It's Sen…oh my God.."

His balls smack against your ass cheeks as he moves one arm around your waist so he can bounce you on him harder.

Your head is thrown back and your nails scratch at the material of his jeans.

You and Sen's combined moans further spur on B/n, who's jacking his dick faster and faster while Sen fucks you.

"Look at that, he's so fucking hard watching another man stuff his girl's little cunt. Fucking perv. Bet he can't wait to get you in his bed tonight so he can….haaah…fuck my fucking cum deeper in your little hole. Shit!"

Sen's dirty talk only added to the pleasure that he was making you feel with his dick. Noticing how you had started watching B/n jack off through the mirror, he grew a bit jealous and turned your head so he could kiss you sloppily on the lips.

"Oh yeah, that's the way to do it, you fucking scumbag. Fuck her like you mean it."

The killer's laughter echoed all around you making you jolt back into the reality of your situation, though it didn't stop the orgasm from building in your lower region.

"Fuck Sen, I'm going to cum!" You moaned, eyes squeezed shut while said man fucked you harder and faster, wanting to make you feel good, to make you cum on his dick before you could on your boyfriend's.

"Come on, baby, cum on my dick. Make your boyfriend cum, too, from watching you get fucked." He palmed one of your ass cheeks, lifting you up slightly before slamming you down on him, hard.

Your body started shaking, making Sen curse under his breath and speed up his movements.

"That's right! Dick got you fucking shaking! Cum all over me baby, let it go….oh fuck."

Just as he told you to, you came hard and squirted all over Sen's dick. Your squirt splashed up onto the mirror, making his tired-looking eyes widen.

"Goddamn, you sprayed the whole mirror almost. Shit that's hot."

His voice was laced with exhaustion now, all traces of fear and apprehension seemingly gone.

Now fired up from watching you squirt, Sen maneuvered himself up onto his knees and caught you by the hips.

Confused, you tried to look back at him, but you understood when his softening cock was now bobbing in your face.

A mewl left your throat when that slick tongue swept through your folds and began collecting the remaining drops of your squirt.

"S-suck it…suck his dick, baby…come on.." B/n moaned while feverishly pumping his dick.

Your pupils enlarged once you saw how long and thick it was and your pussy drooled on Sen's tongue at the thought of B/n fucking you next.

With your little hands, you began pumping Sen's dick at the same pace as B/n, making sure to make eye contact with both of them the best you could through the mirror.

"Awww, fuck yeah. So sexy, baby. You're so fucking sexy, the perfect girl." B/n moaned as he watched you engulf Sen's fat dick in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks.

"Oh, goddamn…unhh.." Sen's head fell away from your cunt and his body shivered this time.

You may have never had a steady boyfriend before, but you'd had a few flings the summer before university started, so you knew your way around a dick quite well.

Sen thrust his hips forward, making you choke and gag on his fat cock. Saliva ran down your neck to his balls while they slapped against your chin.

"Fuck, where'd you find her? Fucking slutty ass pussy and mouth. Oh God…" He said to B/n.

The night air was filled with the sloppy sounds of you gagging on Sen's dick and the wet sounds of B/n jacking off.

Sen tried to keep eating your pussy, but your head was just too fucking good and he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

"Shit! You ready to take my fat load in your mouth, baby? Be a good girl and swallow it all for me, okay?"

You nodded best you could and started sucking him even harder, triggering his orgasm.

"SHIT! Oh my fucking God!"

Sen almost dropped you on your head as he knelt down on his hands and knees to gather himself after you swallowed all his cum.

"I'm…I'm coming, shit, that was so sexy…ahhh.."

Hearing this, Sen quickly grabbed you by the hair and moved your face into B/n's lap so he could spray his nut all over it. You looked up at him with the most adoring and innocent look in your eyes, which almost triggered a second orgasm from him.

"Damn…that was the best sex I think I've ever had in my life…" Sen sat back against the wall and sighed heavily.

Slow clapping started and the three of you looked up to your captor.

Silently you pleaded to yourselves that they'd let you all go now since their wish had been fulfilled.

"That was very good, but…."

The thrum of the chainsaw started up again. You weren't fast enough to move in front of him before the blade came down on B/n's head, splitting it wide open and spraying both you and Sen with a fountain of blood.

"Not good enough."

The sound of the chainsaw's blade and blood splattering against the mirror echoed throughout the walls of the stone maze.

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cherrybeartoast · 10 months

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wait im literally still bored and my fav thing to do is answer questions !!! so imma do that even tho nobody asked

used a random question generator, linked here

maybe i'll be sneaky and turn it into a tag game bc WELP im feeling like a menace

tagging my mom @thevampywolf just for shits n giggles

what have you created that you are most proud of?

bro this sounds cocky but a few things, i love them all equally so i'll list them:

my over 70,000 word novel that i've written with one of my best friends

my skateboard, which i spent hours designing the back of, i used posca paint pens to create a comic strip design with a custom character i created!

one of my first and fav kpop album redesigns...i was so excited and happy w how it turned out!!

have you ever saved someone's life?

sort of, in a way. one of my old friends (she now goes to a new school and we don't talk as much anymore) had pots, which is an illness that causes unprovoked fainting/seizures. she would faint, and be unconcious for up to 20mins, and sometimes would have seizures after fainting. other times, she would have times where she would faint multiple times, but only be unconcious for less than a minute, but would faint frequently (maybe 5-10 in an hour). because she was in our class, i did feel a lot of responsibility for looking after her. the teachers knew to call the nurse and the ambulance during her long faints/seizures, and i would go with my friend to show the ambulance where to go. we got so used to running to the school office that i swear our cardio skills built up. we have dealt with one of her faints outside of school too though, without any adult support, which was much scarier, but we managed ok. so i think a bit?

what's your favourite piece of clothing you own?

again, cannot choose. my wardrobe is my baby; she is a collection that is never ending and eclectic and so, so me. she's what i spend most of my money on (other than kpop concerts) and i love her sm.

some of my favs are:

my dungarees

my miniskirts (denim y2k style one and my beige pleated one that i sewed myself are my absolute favs)

all my pastel knitwear, most of which is secondhand!

other things that arent rly clothes but i love anyways are:

my clompers (platform doc martens)

my star hairclips (a personality trait)

legwarmers

what's something you wished you figured out sooner?

the fact that mf orange juice fucks with my adhd meds. like thank you mum for telling me TWO MONTHS AFTER I STARTED MY MEDICATION like i swear one month is 30 days right, and x2 is 60, and i literally know that at least 20/60 days i SWALLOWED my pills using orange juice. NO WONDER THEY LITERALLY DIDNT WORK

also that you don't have to please everyone

but mainly that orange juice fact bc THAT RLY WAS A FUCKING SHOCK

what's your go-to dance move?

i mostly listen to kpop meaning i mostly do the proper dances so i'm just gonna list my fav kpop dances i break out into even when the song isn't playing:

yes or yes by twice

talk that talk by twice

thunderous by skz

unkpop:

slut drop (im a menace i already told yall)

if you had to change your name, what would you change it to?

ive thought of this question every day of my life and i have a few ideas

so first is yuri (pronounced more like yu-li) and it's literally the direct japanese translation of my name, and i think its so cute. another would be star, bc i've grown to love it so much, and another would be hana bc that means flower in japanese!

random ass questiontime be like

ok love yall

#im so sleepy #but also not #did i drink orange juice #oh well

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portaltothevoid · 2 years

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Foolin’ (5/20) // eddie munson x ofc

Summary: Kat gets bored on a Tuesday night and goes out. Eddie talks about it with her the next morning.

Warnings: lil bit of swearing, angst because it’s Kat, drinking/alcohol, the burn is still awfully slow...

Word count: 1.8k

Tag list: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @riffcrusader @michele131

It was too quiet. It was too quiet at school, at home, everywhere. Kat couldn’t tell if it was just her anxiety, but she could feel that something wasn’t right. She just had no idea what it was.

It was a balmy evening. The sun had set early and Kat was sitting at the island in her aunt’s kitchen just pushing food around her plate.

Alright, fine, so she was in fact bored. She’s only been in Hawkins for a month, but it was starting to get at her. She told herself she wasn't necessarily lonely, yet there were only so many nights she could watch movies or tv or do homework. What she really missed was going out, nightlife, having something to do.

When she returned back to her bedroom, she threw open her closet door hoping she would find some inspiration of what to do with her night. It dawned on her that it was Tuesday. Eddie had said The Hideout was the place to be that night, or something to that effect. There’s no way he would be there every Tuesday, right? She felt like if he was going to be there, he would have made some stupid comment about it. It was worth a shot to find out. No matter if she had to deal with him tonight or not, that felt like a better alternative than sitting at home alone.

After picking out her outfit, making her hair as big as she could get it, and doing her makeup, it was almost 8:00. She figured if there was live music, hopefully it would still be playing and this humdrum town didn’t completely shut down that early. The outfit of choice for her outing was a big oversized black sweater and a black miniskirt adorned with safety pins and her fishnet tights along with her Doc Martens. Before leaving her room, she thumbed through her cassettes needing to listen to something different on tonight’s drive. Eventually, she settled for the Sisters of Mercy album First and Last and Always.

Even if tonight is a total wash out, Kat at least had fun on the drive. The Hideout was a far cry from any club or even bar she had been to back home. There were a handful of cars scattered in the parking lot. Did any of these people here have fun past 9PM? She grabbed her wallet, making sure she had her fake Indiana ID just in case they cared enough to card here.

Getting out of the car, she could hear guitars blaring from the inside. From far away, the band didn’t sound all that bad. Kat made her way inside, trying to avoid people from seeing her. Just because she didn’t want to be home alone didn’t mean she wanted to mingle with bar flies.

She made a beeline for the bar, taking a chance by ordering a whisky on the rocks. The bartender gave her a funny look, but shrugged it off and just handed her the drink. That earned him an extra good tip. Maybe it was the lighting, her Siouxsie Sioux inspired makeup look, or both that made her look old enough. Whatever the reason, she was grateful for it. Drink in hand, she wandered over to a table in the back. She could still see the stage perfectly, but was hidden in case anyone spotted her.

The band that was on when she arrived ended their set when she was making her way to her table. A new band was setting up. She noticed the drummer looked awfully familiar.

“Hey, uh, we’re Corroded Coffin and we would start if our guit–” The lead singer started, who also looked too familiar.

“SHIT. Sorry, sorry. I’m here. God dammit!” Eddie’s voice was easy to hear as he tried to simultaneously save his balance and not trip over pedals. Kat controlled herself from slamming her head down on the table. Of course this was why he mentioned Tuesdays. She was going to need another drink for this one. Quickly downing her first one, she tried to make her way unseen to get a second.

As far as she was concerned, it had worked. She made her way back to her little spot in the corner, second drink in hand. Maybe it was the whisky, but, as much as she hated to admit it, they were actually good. The more she listened the more she felt bad they all lived in the middle of nowhere. They might have had a shot if they were in a city like LA. Kat almost wanted to go over to the soundboard to help fix the bar’s awful set up. Then again, by the looks of this place, it was probably pointless to attempt.

She couldn’t help herself from bobbing her head to the fast beat of the drums. Her eyes barely strayed from Eddie. He was like a completely different person on stage. Clearly the most talented out of the band, he threw himself into the performance, taking center stage during his guitar solos. Kat watched as his ringed fingers danced delicately over the frets. His hair flying around him as headbanged and thrashed around the small stage. It surprised her how someone with that kind of presence seemed to fade into the background at school. Not that she could blame him for that. He did seem to be quite the target for those that deemed themselves better.

Kat wasn’t completely sure, moreso hopeful, that Eddie hadn’t spotted her, but of course he had. He could recognize that mane of hair and brooding energy anywhere. He did a double take when he first noticed her, but played it off as part of his stage antics. Kat was none the wiser.

Already dreading being called out before math started tomorrow – or maybe even earlier if he made an appearance at her locker again – she made her way to the exit. Eddie got so lost in the music, when he looked up, she had gone. He decided he wouldn’t make a mad dash immediately after their set ended, but would go about as he normally would. If he happened to catch her, great. If she had in fact hightailed it out of there, there was always the next day at school.

Kat hastily made her way to her car. She didn’t trust herself if she actually had to interact with Eddie right now. There was no way she would give him the satisfaction of a compliment, not after how he acted earlier. She couldn’t stop thinking about how talented he actually was. It took her completely by surprise. Her head rested on her steering wheel as she couldn’t stand the thoughts swirling around in her mind. Instead of focusing on him, she honed in on her feeling of homesickness. That was easier to deal with, more familiar. She missed being around music constantly and around people who had dreams and ambitions. Something was sucking the life out of this town; she could feel it. Kat finally started the car and began singing along to A Rock and a Hard Place as made her way home. Meanwhile, Eddie had closed the doors to his van, having packed up his precious guitar. He turned to look just in time to see the taillights of Kat’s mustang fade out of sight.

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The next morning Kat pulled into school and parked in her usual spot. Off in her own world, she was completely oblivious to the fact that Eddie had been standing outside his van smoking a cigarette, which he hastily put out to follow Kat inside.

When he caught up with her he sped around her, blocking her locker, causing her to jump at the sudden commotion. “Jesus. Christ! What is wrong with you?!” Kat exclaimed.

Eddie looked upwards as if he was searching for something. “Um, how much time do you have?” he asked, leaning back on her locker, crossing his arms over his jean vest.

Kat rolled her eyes. “What do you want? I need to get into my locker.”

“I just wanted to hear about how your night went last night,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“What? Why? No. Can’t you just. like, go away? Or leave me alone for once?” Kat knew this would happen, but she hoped she could hide in her irritation.

Eddie put his hands on Kat’s shoulders, looking into her eyes. “Kat, it’s okay to admit you enjoyed yourself doing something in Hawkins. No one will think any less of you.”

This actually made Kat’s nostrils flare in anger. She knocked his hands off her shoulders and glared at him. “First, don’t fucking touch me. Second, if you knew where I was then why’d you bother to ask?”

Her temper igniting made him step to the side and bring his hands to his chest in a little shimmy. “Ooh, she’s so angry today,” he commented while Kat stepped up to her locker, angrily putting in her combination. “Don’t I get some kind of credit for not bothering you last night? I could have, ya know. Almost did in fact.” Kat just glared at him sideways and huffed. “What made you go?”

“Boredom.”

He shook his head side to side, looking upwards again, as he mulled over her short response. “I’ll accept that. What were you drinking?”

“How did you… Whiskey.”

“That place is practically the size of a classroom and your mane of hair really isn't that discreet no matter the lighting,” he laughed. “Interesting. I didn’t think you’d be a hard liquor kind of girl. Good to know,” he mused, nodding in approval.

Kat tapped the photo of her partying he noticed last time. “What else did you expect?”

“How could I forget! Of course. Kat the wild party animal. So…what’d you think of the show?”

Kat slammed her locker shut. “I’ve seen better,” she shrugged, making her way to class. Eddie kept pace right at her side.

“No shit, of course you have, but it was the first time seeing or hearing anything from us.”

Kat was about to give a mildly honest response, that was still nowhere near a compliment, but someone came up beside Eddie. “Munson. I, uh, need some advice on gardening,” they said.

Eddie glanced down at Kat. “Sorry, m’lady. I gotta take this. It is business hours and all. We’ll pick this up later,” he said to her. “Follow me to my office,” he said to the other student, ushering them to follow him.

Kat rolled her eyes, quickening her pace away from him. Dread seeped around her as she noted her irritation was now from their conversation being interrupted and how she felt little relief in its ending.

#eddie munson #eddie the banished #eddie munson ! oc #eddie munson ! ofc #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic

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societysonlooker · 2 years

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Seeing/meeting butches my age is the best thing ever it sparks so much serotonin. Good on you for doing your own thing and good on you for being who you wanna be. You deserve the absolute world.

#It's not that it's... rare? I guess? to meet butches my age #sure maybe I'm not the most social person but I feel like a LOT of wlw my age are a bit more gender conforming then they think?#and theres absolutely nothing wrong with that!!! if dressing/presenting a certain way makes someone happy then who the fuck am I to tell #them to stop? thats not the issue. The issue is I feel that a LOT of us still feel that societal pressure to be *attractive* --and that the #standard for attractive is either hypermasculine or femininely androgynous. It's either body-building or suplimenting the buzzcut #cargo pants combat boots and piercings with makeup and shiny jewlery #and just... none of that is *necessary*. Again. if thats the kinda thing that makes someone happy then I'm not judging them for it. But I #feel like as I get older it's increasingly rare to meet other wlw that *don't* use makeup and *don't* try to make their mens clothes look #more feminine and *don't* try to look like an *acceptable* dyke. Yes. There *can* be power in accepting both hyperfemininity and #hypermasculinity in equal measures for an end goal of attractiveness/social power. However #I think there is *also* a power in embracing this makes me comfortable parts of femininity and masculinity and tossing out the #attractive standard. There is as much power in baggy jeans and workboots and braids as there is in a miniskirt and doc martins and blood #red lipstick #There is as much power in jean shorts and sports bras/binders and buzzcuts and leather necklaces and sneakers as there is in slacks and #button downs and shoulder-length hair and mascara and oxfords and a blazer #Gender *can* be a performance. But it doesn't always have to be. And not just in the safety of your own home! The standard of acceptable #public dress is bullshit. Wear what makes you comfortable. Wear what makes you happy. And yea. We all say this ALL the time. But young girls #*still* don't feel comfortable walking outside without makeup or new-looking dyed hair or otherwise feeling *attractive*. and it's a fucking #shame. So yeah. Go out without makeup. Go out with your home-buzzed hair thats just *short* and not particularly styled. Go to the gym to #feel strong --rather than to look a certain way. wear braids if you don't wanna cut ur hair and don't let anyone tell you that that beanie #ISN'T your best friend. because it is if you WANT it to be. wear a sports bra cause it's comfy and work boots cause their practical and #socks that keep your feet warm and clothes that you can *move* in. You don't exist for other's consumption. And dressing in a way that makes #you feel *comfortable* is as Big of a Fuck You as GNC But Sexy look is anyday. and hell. As GNC but sexy becomes more mainstream #Dressing *comfortably* will start to be an even *bigger* fuck you.#So live your best life and be true to yourself and all that jazz.#and keep being yourselves; you amazing and funky lil queers.#Also: I acknowledge that as we grow more accepting of gender as a spectrum then theres a huge chance lots of butches are actually enby/trans #like. I AM an enby. And while I do suffer from dysphoria I have no desire to transition. I identify with the female sex as much as I don't #identify with being a woman. But seeing as I *look* visibly afab and feminine presenting (it's fucking *hard* for me to pass) I *do*#describe myself as a wlw. and for the simplification of the MESS that is my sexuality I do often refer to myself as a lesbian. It's not 100%

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xcziel · 2 years

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POV: The year is 2014. My drives to and from school are scored by The 1975, Halsey, the xx, Lorde, Two Door Cinema Club, Lana Del Rey, the Kooks, Haim, Twenty One Pilots, and the Arctic Monkeys—in other words, bands I found through Tumblr. On weekends, I line my eyes with black winged liner, experimenting with Sharpie pens to make sure it doesn’t smudge. I wear purposefully ripped opaque tights and cherry red Dr. Martens with everything. For concerts, my best friend, Jillian, and I draw black hearts on our cheeks, paying homage to Marina and the Diamonds’ “How to Be a Heartbreaker” lyric, “Wear your heart on your cheek / But never on your sleeve / Unless you want to taste defeat.”

In short, I was trying to be the perfect 2014 Tumblr girl, emulating our collective soft-grunge idols like Effy Stonem from Skins and Aria Montgomery from Pretty Little Liars. While she fell out of fashion in favor of new archetypes such as the cheerful VSCO girl and the rise of minimalist, athletic street style (the 2014 Tumblr girl didn’t wear biker shorts and leather blazers), she’s staging a comeback.

The return of the 2014 Tumblr girl’s style comes in tandem with the renewed appreciation for the indie sleazecore aesthetic, which became prominent in the early 2000s (think American Apparel ads). Trend cycle analyst Mandy Lee outlined the phenomenon in a viral TikTok. “I think of indie sleaze as 2014 Tumblr girl’s debaucherous older sister,” she tells Vogue. “Indie sleaze was much more flamboyant; neon colors, metallics, ostentatious displays of nightlife, erotic advertisements, and amateur-style flash photography. This aesthetic came up during the inception of Myspace around 2005 and integrates technology and social media into our everyday lives. On the other hand, the 2014 Tumblr girl was super moody, dark colors, simple silhouettes; she was a bit more of a loner.” The two styles are gaining significant traction thanks to content creators and fashionistas reviving their adolescent aesthetics. Now the Tumblr girl style is being revisited by its millennial originators, but also Gen Z, which has discovered and altered the trend.

Both indie sleaze and the 2014 Tumblr girl styles materialized through music and girlish rebellion. And both inhabit a culture of angst and nightlife that congregated through social media platforms. Indie sleazecore called Myspace home, while the 2014 Tumblr girl emerged through, well, Tumblr and its online communities focused on indie pop and alternative music. Marta Langston, a style content creator, said on TikTok that if you “had the phase in 2014, you probably never really grew out of it. I think that ‘grunge’ style in a broader sense will always exist. Tumblr was the first place to widely romanticize the edgy, mysterious soft-grunge girl. Perhaps it was the first time that more gothic-inspired styles were accepted as cool rather than looked at as just a stereotype for the social outcasts in high school.”

The Tumblr girl resurrection has subtle changes from its 2014 origins. According to Hailie Barber, a style influencer, “A lot of key pieces of that style have become a closet staple for millennials and Gen Z. We all still have our denim jackets, Docs, oversized flannels, and fishnets in our closet. Which speaks to the longevity of the trend and how it plays off of different eras in fashion like ’90s grunge.”

You could argue that characters like Maeve Wiley from Sex Education and pop star Olivia Rodrigo also take cues from young, grungy women from almost a decade ago, but with a twist. Wiley is known for wearing fishnet and black opaque tights, a dark fringed cowboy leather jacket, and either dip-dyeing her hair pink or dark chocolate for an alternative look. While Rodrigo is seen wearing chunky platform combat boots or sneakers, punk miniskirts, and experimental updo hairstyles, being a more reformed Tumblr girl, unafraid to experiment with color and early-2000s fads.

“The revival of that style now has a few differences,” says Barber. “Berry lipstick shades are being swapped for more peachy tones; there’s fewer grid patterns and more checkerboard; and ripped skinny jeans are being replaced by straight-leg and boyfriend jeans. We’re seeing less circle/skater skirts and more tennis skirts.” Grunge—whether it’s called the Tumblr girl aesthetic or indie sleazecore—is timeless. Though I’m no longer a teenager drawing hearts on my cheek, I still reminisce about getting a large X drawn on my hand at a small concert venue, waiting to see my favorite band for the first time. It may have been a phase, but clearly, it’s one that many young people will always be drawn to.

#i ...#did someone from tumblr pay to have this article written?#this is ... so oyt of touch with the tumblr culture of today i want to cringe #but then cringe is cool so - i*guess!*.jpg #i do know some folks who fit the description probably back then but #the idea of the one social media site where mostly no one knows what you look like having a visual aesthetic is #something #i'm blaming like the tswift fans or something bc none of the people i know on here really identify as 'girls'#except in the banned tag sense #'we don't serve defined gender here sir' squidward meme #just wow

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docholligay · 3 years

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So this is from the official Sailor Moon collection by Mariarosa, so if anyone had any doubt that Naoko Takeuchi is just blatantly cashing in on the nostalgia of girls who grew up with Sailor Moon, I hope we can lay that to rest*.

This is the Outers Dress. Read: The Michiru dress.

Why the Michiru dress, Doc? There are FOUR Outers.

Yeah but okay let’s all be realistic here. Haruka is going to wear a suit because I refuse to accept the manga’s authority on Haruka’s gender expression being the binary of “Seducing Usagi: Suit” and “Not Seducing Usagi: Miniskirt” and my girl is just butch and on this blog, that is settled law.

Hotaru is eight.

While there’s a part of me that does a low chuckle at the fact that Pluto is the very edge of the garment--the part most likely to get stepped on--and there’s a bit of poetry in that, I think that poor Plu is unlikely to get married this side of eternity.

Also look at the dress. Look at the VAST MAJORITY of the color scheme. THis is a dress intended for the wedding of Michiru and Haruka.

Also it’s the least costumey and most bridal of the collection, actually.

Other things I know for sure: Usagi purchased this dress for her. Usagi not only purchased this dress, but dip-dyed the bottom of it herself, after practicing many many times on less expensive dresses. The first of her soldiers to be married! What an event! It would be ungrateful not to offer to cover a major expense like the wedding dress, and Michiru deserves something MORE and BETTER than something she can just get in a STORE.

“Yeah, I mean, an Usagi original is much more personal than going to some French-ass atelier.” Mina shakes her head and grins, “Spare her the trouble.”

And so she takes a gown that is both far too cheap for Michiru and far too expensive for the project, and dip dyes it--she thought the beads might also dye along with the rest of it, but decides she likes the effect of them staying crisp-white.

And so, she takes this high school project of a wedding dress, carefully folds it up, and gifts it to Michiru, who is ever so regretful to say that although it is a lovely dress, she has promised her mother that they would shop for the dress together and, you know it is a special day for a mother and her daughter, when they go to buy a wedding dress. But certainly there must be some, she waves a hand, occasion, for which Michiru can wear this dress.

That she has decided it will be the Halloween ball, where she will play some sort of sea nymph bride with a piece of polished coral in her hair, she does not say.

*And when I say this, I say this with honesty but without malice. Get that money girl! You managed to create a product that had just enough charm and character to be lasting but no so much that people didn’t feel they could project themselves on the characters. That’s not easy. But let’s be real, she hasn’t actually be interested in the project for a very long time, and if the only thing I was known for as a writer was the thing I traced from fashion magazines when i was 19 or whatever, I’d be bitter and just want the check forwarded too.

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draculcid · 3 years

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billy and his did wear matching outfits from the metallica shirt down to the little toddler doc martens

yes yes yes!!!!!!! billy and his daughter are actually scarily similar. from their mannerism down to their looks. she had his thick lashes, curly hair, and his deep blue eyes. she got her father's dimples and his smile.

but she also acted like him sometimes; the habit of twisting her curls around her fingers when thinking, protectively crossing her arms over her chest when she got flustered, and even listening to the same music he liked (it’s what she was raised to- if we’re being honest).

ANYWAY. so she loves copying billy. she always thought her dad was the coolest, so the similarities between them only grew because she tried so hard to be like him. and billy loved it. he thrived off the fact that she looked up to him so much- she wanted to be him.

eventually, she starts to dress like him too. she’d ask him to add little things to her clothes so that she could match his outfit daily. she’d see him wear a bandanna on his head to keep his hair from falling over his face at the garage, and then she’d make him tie a matching one into her pigtails too.

he thought it was odd at first, because he didn’t really realize that she was trying to match him.

until she stomped into the living room, footsteps so damn heavy.

she was wearing his boots- that were way too big for her tiny feet, she practically had to drag her feet over to billy. “daddy..can I take your boots? I can wear them to school tomorrow-”

he smiled at the five year old that looked adamant about the boots in front of him. but he interrupted, and scooped her into his lap, “too big, baby. you’ll trip over your own feet.”

“i guess..” she hummed sadly, eyes fixed on the boots that were slowly slipping off her feet, “aw-kay. I just wann’ed to be as cool as you.”

and that’s when he gets it.

so he starts deliberately buying matching outfits for the both of them. he finds band shirts in the tiniest sizes he didn’t even knew they sold, he buys her her own pair of boots, and even a denim jacket.

and whenever he would take her out to buy some clothes, the first thing she’d say as she tried on all the outfits would always be, "daddy, we gotta be matchers!"

so billy can only respond with, "of course baby. gotta look our best!”

(that’s how he ends up in a white miniskirt and a pink tank top with his hair bunched up in pigtails the next morning).

#ask #pr1ncesteve #single dad billy au #(kinda?)#dad!billy #me posting #imagine proof reading

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jaembby · 3 years

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shopping shenanigans

Pairing: Hendery x fem reader

Genre: fluff + smut

Word count: 2.4k (ahh shit longest one yet)

Warnings: light fingering, oral (m reveiving), protected sex (be safe, everyone), a few cuss words, slight pda, public use of s3x t0ys, light dom/sub undertones, slight possessiveness, slight hint of switch!reader and switch!hendery, aftercare

Prompt: Hiii. Can i please request a hendery fluffy smut scenario. Like he is out on a shopping date with his s/o in their hometown. Then leading to a smutty end if that makes sense hahaha thanks

A/n: thank you for the request @silent-potato!!! I kinda struggled with the smut as I’ve never written smut before but please let me know how to improve with it! It’s got smut but with a fluffy aftercare ending... idk if that’s what you wanted but here you go! I think the smut part turned out okay but lmk what you think. Sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes. I wrote this instead of doing my asignments ndhks. Honestly, I don’t really think this turned out as great as it could be but I tried so here you go! Okay I’ll shut up now... enjoy!

A/N: it’s 2022 and I’m so fuckint sorry for this fic. I realise how shit my writing was one/two years ago and THE VIBRATING SHIT?? im pondering whether or not to just delete this fic bc I hate it sm

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“Baby, we have to go or the shops will close!”, Hendery says to you as he walks out of his room in your shared apartment and cuddles you quickly. You and Hendery met around 3 years ago. How it happened has slipped your mind but since that moment, you’ve been close friends. The two of you were very alike in many ways and he’s one of the best friends you’ve ever had. However, around 6 months ago, Hendery asked you out. You were so happy as you’d been crushing on the boy since not long after you’d met and now you two were together.

“Stop daydreaming and get changed or I’ll just ask Yangyang or Lucas to come with me.”, your boyfriend teased. You quickly got off the couch and went to your room where you changed into a black pleated skirt, a tight-fitting white singlet and Doc Martins and brush your hair before grabbing your bag and money and walking out to meet your boyfriend in the living room.

“Okay I’m ready.”, you say with your back faced towards Hendery as you grab your phone.

Hendery turns around at the sound of your voice and inhales sharply once he sees what you’re wearing. The tight-fitting shirt showing off your figure and short skirt revealing your tones legs and leaving little to the imagination. You were so in for it later.

The two of you wanted to spend as much time as you could at the shops today, seeing as it’s one of both of your days off. Kun-Hang quickly turned back towards his room and grabbed one of his hoodies before returning to the living room to see you waiting for him.

“Here, wear this. You’re mine, angel. I don’t want strangers looking at you the wrong way.”, Your boyfriend says, blushing slightly as he looks you up and down and passes you his hoodie. You comply and put the clothing on, cuddling the warm material.

“Let’s go baby!!”, you say excitedly and drag your boyfriend out the door. The two of you cuddled in the backseat of the taxi before arriving at the shopping centre.

“Come on!”, you said excitedly and dragged Hendery into the first store insight where you went straight to trying on outfits.

“Do you like this one?” You were wearing a tight-fitting blue checkered miniskirt with a white tube top. You looked up at your boyfriend as he grumbled at the outfit.

“Baby, we just got here and I’m already tempted to take you home and have my way with you.”, Hendery says in a low voice, eyes raking over you as he places a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love the outfit though... let me pick some for you.”, He says before you could respond, already turning to look for more clothes for you.

The two of you finish up at the first store but you didn’t end up buying anything. That was only the first shop, though. After visiting a few more stores where you teased him by trying on a few revealing items, Hendery quickly spies another shop with both men and women’s clothing and grabs your hand as you head inside. You quickly pick out an outfit for your boyfriend to try and when he comes out of the changing rooms, you’re glad you picked those clothes. It’s a fitting black shirt with grey sweatpants and a black bucket hat and it looks amazing on him.

“If you don’t buy that, I will for you.”, you inform Hendery in what you try to make an authoritative tone but fail miserably.

“Okay okay, I’ll get it! Angel, I got something for you while you were in the other store. I’ll pay for this then I want you to go to the bathrooms and try it on for me. I’ll know if you don’t wear it though, baby.” He says mischievously in a lower voice than usual as he walks up to the counter to pay for the clothes.

The two of you exit that store and you’re now in the bathroom, opening the box Hendery gave you, curious as to what your boyfriend wants you to wear. Vibrating panties. Vibrating fucking panties. You’re in public, there’s no way you’re wearing these. You quickly text Hendery asking him why the fuck he wants you to wear these in public and he simply responds with be a good girl and put them on for me.

This man never punctuates sentences when the two of you are just texting like this unless he was 100% serious, which in this case, he was. You put the panties on, praying that Kun-Hang wouldn’t do anything too serious with them.

As soon as Hendery sees you walk out of the stall, he opens an app which controls the vibrations and gives it a small tap. You sharply inhale at the sudden attack and glanced at your boyfriend, signalling to him that you did what he asked.

“Good girl.” He says before grabbing your hand and leading you into more stores. The two of you continue shopping and picking clothes for each other with only a few small vibrations here and there. These small vibrations and your boyfriend’s authoritative state, however, were starting to make you feel things that you shouldn’t feel in a shopping centre.

“Baby, can we go home soon?” You ask, looking shyly at the floor.

“Why’s that, angel?”, Hendery asks confidently while giving the panties another pulse. He knew what he was doing and was proud of you for lasting this long.

“You know why.”, You say as you roll your eyes at his teasing. Suddenly, your boyfriend grabs your hand and leads you to a store that’s empty apart from the shopkeeper and grabs the first item of clothing he sees before dragging you to the secluded changing rooms.

Once the both of you are in the changing room, Hendery pushes you gently against the wall and crashes his lips against yours as the pair of you messily fight for dominance with your tongues. You let out a small moan and Hendery quickly pulls way, telling you to keep quiet as you’re in a shop. You comply and melt into his touch when he starts sucking gently on your neck. You force a hand over your mouth to muffle any noise that comes out as Hendery finds your sweet spot and sucks harshly on it, pulsing the panties while doing so. He sets the panties to a higher setting and attaches his lips with yours once again, running a hand up and down your side while he controls the vibrations with the other. He quietly moans into your mouth as you grab at his hair and sets the panties even higher. By now, you’re a panting mess and can feel a knot starting to tighten in the pit of your stomach. You knew you were close as Kun-Hang turned the vibrations up once more and started gently rubbing your nipples through your bra and shirt and just as you were about to come undone, he stopped.

“Not here, baby. You can finish when we get home.” He says lowly into your ear, sending shivers up your spine. The two of you fix your hair and clothes as Hendery puts his hoodie back over you and you walk out of the changing room, quickly returning the clothing to its hanger and making your way out of the shopping centre while calling for a taxi.

The ride home was quick and quiet, both sides stealing glances at each other occasionally and with a pulse of two every so often from your boyfriend. He laced his fingers with yours as the two of you hopped out of the car and quickly made your way inside your shared apartment. As soon as he closed the door, Hendery dropped the bags of clothing to the floor and picked you up, carrying you to his bedroom where he lay you down on his bed and picked up where you left off in the shops. You took his jumper off along with your shirt, skirt and shoes, leaving you in only your bra and the panties which were now turned onto a medium setting. Hendery was quick to discard his shirt and shoes too, leaving him in only his sweatpants, a bulge forming at his groin.

“Angel, take that off please?” He asked you, motioning to the bit of fabric hiding your breasts. You comply and your boyfriend immediately takes one of your perky nipples into his warm mouth and plays with the other one. The feeling of the vibrating panties and Hendery’s warm mouth sucking and nipping at your sensitive buds causes your orgasm to build up. As if he read your mind, Hendery sucked harder on your nipple before moving to the other one and moved a hand down to rub your sensitive clit. You felt the bulge of his dick pressing into your side as he moved to look at you, the finger on your clit never once slowing down, and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. You could feel your orgasm about to bubble over as the knot in your stomach was pulling tighter.

“Cum for me, princess.” With those four words, you screamed out your boyfriend’s name as your back arched off the bed and you came. Hendery turned the panties off, only slightly rubbing your clit to help you come down from your high before he pressed a loving kiss to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, my angel,” your boyfriend uttered adoringly. He made no effort yet to sort out his problem and just stayed with you until your breathing went back to a normal pace.

You suddenly became aware of Hendery’s hard-on which was pressing into you slightly. You sat up, tugging at your boyfriend’s sweatpants as you made a move to take them off. His lengthy cock sprung out of his boxers when you tugged both his pants and boxers down in one go. When his length was free, you slowly started to swirl the precum that was dripping from the head around it as a lubricant. Hendery moaned quietly when you started pumping his shaft up at a steady pace. You leaned up and kissed him gently as you increased your pace before breaking away, only to wrap your soft lips around his wet cock.

“Angel, I’m close.” Hendery panted as you bobbed your head up and down, taking as much of his length into your warm cavern as you could and pumping the rest quickly with your hands as his hipped bucked up every now and then. You moaned, knowing the vibrations would add to the pleasure for your boyfriend. You could feel his dick twitching in your mouth so you sucked harder and moved faster.

“Baby, I’m about to cum” He cried as you hummed in approval of his words. Not 5 seconds later, hot white seed was shooting from Hendery’s cock and down your throat. you swallowed as much as you could and licked the rest that had dripped down the length of his dick as he hummed, satisfied with your actions.

“Baby, can you keep going for me? One more round?” Your boyfriend asks. You nod as you take off your last remaining item of clothing and press a wet kiss to your Hendery’s mouth. He pulls you on top of him as he slowly inserts one finger into your dripping pussy, using your cum as lubricant and you moan at the sensation. You reach over to the bedside table and grab a condom out of the draw before putting it on Hendery’s cock which was slowly starting to harden again. Hendery sped up his pace and quickly added another finger before flipping you over and spreading your legs for easier access. You were a panting moaning mess beneath your boyfriend as you start to feel the familiar knot in your stomach. You boyfriend collects some of your juices to use as lubricant and lines up at your entrance before pushing into you slowly and gently.

“Babe, how are you still so tight after the number of times I’ve fucked you?” He asks and moans when he feels your walls clench around his cock.

“You can move.” You tell Hendery and he immediately starts to move inside you at an even pace, his length hitting all the right spots. You moan as he speeds up, the both of you sensitive from your previous orgasms.

“Baby I’m close.” You say with a struggle as he snaps his hips against yours at an even faster pace, the both of you nearing your climaxes.

“Me too, angel.” He pants as his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

“Faster, baby.” You moan as your boyfriend willingly complies. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm, the knot inside you about to snap.

“Look at me when you cum.” Hendery commands. There’s something in his voice that makes you snap and you once again scream his name while looking into his beautiful brown eyes as you cum all over his covered cock. This pushed Hendery over the edge and your boyfriend moans loudly as he climaxes, his thrusts slowing to a halt as you both come down from your highs.

“I love you so much, my angel,” Hendery says adoringly as he pulls out and slowly gets up to dispose of the condom and get wet towels to clean the both of you off.

“I love you too, baby.” You say back. You lay down and Hendery comes back not long after and begins to clean you off before wiping himself down too. He puts the towels and both of your clothes in the laundry before coming back and cuddling with you.

“You tired?” He asks you while snuggling into you. You nod and hum, telling him that you are as Hendery gently lifts your head, placing a kiss to your lips, nose and forehead before laying your head on his chest and pulling the blankets over the both of you as you cuddle each other.

“I love you.” You say sleepily to him, cuddling into his chest more as he wraps an arm around you.

“I love you too, princess. More than anything.” He replies with a soft smile but you don’t hear as the soft even beating of his heart has lulled you to sleep. He quickly falls asleep, a small smile on his face as he holds you close to him.

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cdyssey · 3 years

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Summary: After Mr. Sheffield is mugged, Fran helps her new fiancé get into bed.

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Fran helps lower Mr. Sheffield onto his bed, conscientious of not brushing against his left shoulder. It had been pretty banged up during the mugging, scraped, scratched, and bruised. The doc who dropped by said that it wasn’t broken, though, thank God, but that isn’t gonna stop her from being gentle with her newly minted fiancé.

The last thing she needs is some freak accident to happen before she gets married at approximately twenty-nine.

(Puh, puh, puh.)

“Oh, come now, sweetheart,” Maxwell says, smiling at her as he nestles backwards against his pillow, “you don’t have to tuck me into bed. That’s what I pay Niles above minimum wage for after all.”

Snug in one of her favorite plush robes—the white one with little technicolored kittens all over it—she settles down on the edge of his bed like it’s his desk, crossing her legs.

“Gee,” she grins at him, “if I’d known that five yea’s ago, I would’a been gunning for his job all along. Does he sing ya a lullaby and everything?”

“A man doesn’t get serenaded by his butler and tells,” he smirks, the corner of his mouth crooking playfully, and by God, Fran falls in love with this man all over again.

Reckless, tender, fond, she leans down and presses her mouth softly against his.

She can taste the brandy on his lips, the intoxicating smell of his most recently smoked cigar.

“We’re getting married, Mista Sheffield,” she murmurs without quite coming up for air. “Max. It’s finally happening. You and me. Us togeth’a.”

Who would have thought that five years of desperate pining would have ever resulted in this?

An engagement ring that’s actually a pop top from a discarded can of fruit.

“Can you believe it, Miss Fine?” Maxwell asks against the side of her mouth, his breath warm on her skin. “Fran. It’s like a modern day Shakespearean romance.”

Fran suddenly withdraws, staring at him with a look she hopes is stern.

(She knows it most certainly isn’t. Her red lips part in a curtain wide-smile.)

“Not one of the tragedies, I hope.”

“No,” Maxwell agrees, reaching upwards to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “One of the comedies. As You Like It, perhaps. A Midsummer’s Night Dream.”

Fran’s skin shivers at his touch—so unrestrained, so loving, so kind—pink blush washing across her cheeks.

“I’ll have t’take your word for it. I haven’t seen the Blockbuster videos of those yet.”

“Really,” he murmurs, letting his fingers rest against the side of her face for a few moments longer, “all you need to know is that everyone lives in the end. Everyone gets married. Everyone has their happy ending. The audience applauds. The curtains go down. Their bliss implicitly understood to be eternal.”

“Yesterday, I would have called that a load of meshugaas,” she mutters wryly as he lets his hand fall on top of his chest.

“And now?” He prods.

“Hey,” she laughs, “what the hell do I know? Yesterday, I also thought I was gonna be a lonely, old spinsta ‘til the day I died.”

She means it to be funny, wants to be light, but she supposes that it’s hard to pass off this long-held fear as charming insincerity. Maxwell frowns, his dark brow lowering over his eyes.

“Yes,” he murmurs distantly, glancing up at the ceiling, “I quite know what you mean... after Sara, I closed myself off to the possibility that I would ever find love again. She was just... so kind and radiant and lovely... that when she passed away, it felt as though a part of myself went with her...”

Fran lets the silence that follows stand, holding her breath, gently biting her lower lip. This is the first time she’s ever heard Mr. Sheffield speak of his late wife’s death at any sort of length. He doesn’t talk about her much, only mentions her in passing.

Maggie has her smile.

Brighton has her sense of humor.

Gracie’s hair is the same shade of blonde that hers had once been.

(The chemo had been especially rough on her, Maggie had once told her quietly, precisely because she’d lost that beautiful hair.)

“I was a dead man walking for so many years, Fran,” he continues, his voice slightly hoarse, “checked out from my kids, buried in my work, still wearing my wedding ring... and then...”

“Then?” Fran asks softly, placing her hand gently on top of his.

“Then,” Maxwell smiles, the skin around his eyes creasing gently, “I met you. Or, well, more accurately, you came knocking at my front door selling cosmetics in a tight, little miniskirt.”

She chuckles—just a little too quietly—and he laughs—just a little too loudly—and there is an unmistakable gravitas between them now that Fran knows she has to address while they’re here.

Inches apart.

Vulnerable.

But together, finally together.

“Needin’ a break, a win, a sign from God, anything,” she smiles sadly, glancing at her metal ring. “I hate t’admit it, but I was pretty low myself then, too.”

Even though she knows Max is staring at her now, she doesn’t quite raise her head to meet his gaze yet.

“I’d just gotten out of the longest relationship I’d ever had in my life—which somehow included me bein’ cheated on every few months. But, boy, did Danny Imperiali have a way of makin’ me feel like that was exactly what I deserved. We were good t’gether most of the time, but when we weren’t, it was me who wasn’t good enough.”

It had been Fran’s fault for being too smart that Danny had found comfort in Heather Biblow.

And it wasn’t his fault that she was so pretty that his friend Mark Schwartz kept pinching her ass whenever she served drinks at poker night.

And it was on her that they weren’t married ‘coz God forbid she want a wedding dress more expensive than a scarf.

God forbid she push him into popping the question after three years of dating.

“I needed the job,” she continues, “but I guess more importantly, I needed t’be needed. I wanted to be loved. And then...”

“Then?” Mr. Sheffield echoes her gently.

Fran finds the courage to look up again, lighting upon his dark eyes, so replete with tenderness, with unmistakable care.

Pierce Brosnan can go stick it.

She's got the real thing.

“Then”—she moves her hand upwards from his chest to his hair, running her fingers through that damn gray streak that’s grown on her—“I came knockin’ at your door selling cosmetics in a tight, little miniskirt. I met you and Niles. I fell in love with your kids. You’ve all needed me in your own nutty ways.”

“And we’ve all loved you,” Max confirms, smiling at her. “So dearly and so much, Fran.”

“Yeah,” she grins back at him, tears suddenly glittering in her eyes, “I know.”

#the nanny #fran fine #maxwell sheffield #s: the nanny #dsfhioahfio #why am i writing more fic of the nanny #what is this muse

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artificiallymade · 2 years

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I was always an envious girl growing up, always wanting what I couldn’t have, always hating the ones who had what I didn’t have. Never enough toys or clothes or makeup or attention. Never enough beauty or thinness or intelligence. It was Saturday night put on my miniskirt and thighs and docs done my smokey eye wore my leather jacket.

“Let’s buy you a pack”

She was wearing miniskirt and thighs and docs smokey eye and leather jacket.

She was just like me.

But beauty on her face.

But thin legs dancing.

Smoking a Rothmans silver slim looking like an upgraded version of me.

Laughing but not too much, talking but not too loud, drinking but without crying.

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OKAY SO Dabi with an s/o that usually just doesn’t dress up a lot and usually just wears like leggings and hoodies or like oversized tshirts ahd shorts but he sees her one day and she is in like a pleated miniskirt with a mesh top and maybe even like a bomber jacket or something and fishnets and hes FINALLY seeing the “bad girl” side of his s/o

👀👀👀

Dabi knows you’re a bad bitch. He wouldn’t be dating you otherwise. That being said you were pretty lazy by nature and it’s not like Dabi could take you out for fancy dates like normal couples with him being a wanted criminal and all, so your boyfriend had pretty much only seen you in the comfier choices from your wardrobe. Tonight is a little different though. After months and months of begging and pleading, Toga had finally worn Dabi down into introducing you to the league. Dabi, of course, had been zero help with what to expect. “I don’t know, they’re idiots and it’s a shitty run down bar. Show up however. ” he had shrugged.

So when the day rolls around you decide, fuck it. Whether he likes it or not, the league are his friends and you want to leave a good impression. Plus it’s been awhile since you put effort into your look so why not today. You pull on a pair of black fishnets and a navy blue bralette. You add on a black pleated miniskirt and a mesh top before going to the bathroom to add eyeliner and fix your hair. Once you’re satisfied with how you look you step into your black doc martens, lace them up, and head out the door.

Dabi wasn’t kidding when he said it was a shitty rundown bar, but there was something oddly fitting about it anyway. You step through the door and only have time to wave at your boyfriend before a short blonde girl runs up to you, grabbing onto your hands and leaning a little too close into your personal space. “You must be (y/n)! You’re so pretty!” she gushes. “Isn’t she pretty Twice?” the girl says, turning to a man in what almost looked like a morphsuit. “She’s gorgeous! Gross, she’s hideous,” the man chimes. You’re about to retort to the insult but the girl quickly jumps in “Don’t worry too much about him. He really means the first one! You really are pretty, I wonder what you’d look like all bloodied up and-“ “Toga,” Dabi finally warns. “Relaaax, I wasn’t gonna do anything,” the girl, Toga apparently, pouts. You decide you really don’t want to know how she was going to finish that sentence. You probably should’ve expected this anyway.

Finally she backs off and for the first time Dabi gets a good look at you. His eyes slowly drink in your outfit. Where the fuck had you been hiding this? It was a far cry from the sweatpants and leggings he usually found you in. Look Dabi likes how you dress ok, but this? This is some next level shit. Why had you waited until you were meeting the rest of the league to step it up like this? “Where was this outfit when I saw you yesterday?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. “In my closet because when you saw me yesterday we didn’t leave the house,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. Dabi thinks for a moment before suddenly getting up, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you away towards some back room. “But I haven’t met the rest of your friends yet!” you protest. “Should’ve thought about that before you showed up looking so hot then,” he retorts before dragging you into the room to show you exactly how much he appreciates this particular look on you.

#hhrequests #dabi x female reader #dabi x y/n #dabi #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #hopeless.olivia

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kaminobiwan · 4 years

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hi, if requests aren’t closed can i request echo fluff? thank you and i love your work! it’s totally okay if i missed the cutoff

okay, I am so, so excited to release this. I’ve been waiting to write something for echo, one of my favorite clones, but I never had any ideas until this and I’m stoked that you sent the request! I’m sorry this one took so long, I just wanted this to be perfect and I actually really love how it turned out (even if it is too long to be a blurb lol). aaand...this will definitely turn into a series on my main masterlist hehEHEHE

☾ karinteractions™ | blurbs

✵✵✵ rini’s minis ; echo + first impressions

“beautiful, huh?”

echo nods, gaze fixed on you from across the room. it’s true, you’re gorgeous, but it’s more than that. you’re capable. intelligent, cunning—you must be, if you can hold your own with wolffe. yet, you’re chatting it up with him like he’s an old friend, and the commander is definitely more at ease than echo’s ever observed him.

he’s heard stories about you, the doctor that fitted general skywalker with his famous mechno-arm, and after that, most of the clones with cybernetics in the GAR. but tonight, you’re out of your scrubs, and nearly every set of eyes follows the hem of your miniskirt. yeah, you’re an all-around stunner.

to put it in fives’ terms, you’re the hottest thing echo’s ever seen.

“y’know, maybe if you stopped staring and actually talked to her, you’d have a chance.”

finally, echo turns to his brother, a sour look on his face. “forget it, fives, you know regulation.”

something that sounds halfway between a burp and a hiccup comes from fives, and echo rolls his eyes. “you think any clone in here cares about regulation? live a little, echo. and don’t pretend you aren’t excited to show off the new armour.”

he taps echo’s ARC pauldron as if to prove his point, and echo sighs. if he’s honest, he was hoping he’d see you tonight—he’d seen you before at 79′s, and the off chance of catching a glimpse of you was really the only reason he’d agreed to go out with his brother in the first place.

well—that, and to make sure fives didn’t get arrested.

before echo can wallow in his unrequited crush any longer, fives nudges him repeatedly, and annoyingly. “stop! I said I didn’t wanna talk to her.”

“don’t think you’re gonna get much choice in the matter—look.”

echo glances up to see wolffe and you heading to their table, and his breath leaves his lungs. you’re looking right at him.

“troopers,” wolffe grunts, far jollier than echo thought was even possible. “like you to meet someone. fan of your work on tipoca.”

you introduce yourself to a shell-shocked echo and grinning fives, and as wolffe heads back to the bar for another round, you sit down next to him, bare legs almost touching his own. echo swallows.

“so you’re domino squad, huh?” two surprised gazes turn to you, and you almost laugh at their faces. “I’m a friend of el-les. being a cyberneticist for clones requires a couple trips to kamino every now and then.”

“no way! that son of a—” echo elbows fives, hard, before his brother can finish his sentence. “he told you about us?”

you smile at echo, fingers tapping your chin. “not every day someone scales the citadel wall without ascension cables.”

echo stares dumbly back, searching for words in his brain. the only word that comes to mind is pretty...

suddenly, fives cuts in. “that story’s a doozy—and echo’s the best at tellin’ it! ain’t ya, echo?”

“what?”

“why don’t I keep the commander company while he gets the drinks? seems to be takin’ some time.” fives stands and practically dives out of the booth, a shit-eating grin on his face. “echo, tell the lady what she wants to hear! I’ll be right back.” before echo can stutter another word, fives is already halfway across the dance floor, intercepting a confused wolffe and leading him back to the bar. he shoots a final wink over his shoulder at echo, and then it’s just you and him.

you don’t seem fazed, though, and even scooch closer. echo’s chest thumps wildly. “so, echo,” you murmur, eyes wide with intoxicating interest. “think you’ve got a minute for a curious doc?”

“um...” a line that fives has used way too many times flares in his memory, but you’ve set it up perfectly.

maker, he’s gonna regret this, but...hell, he’s gotta try.

“for you?” he leans closer, and he swears you do, too. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”

the smile you give him is earth shattering, and at that instant, echo knows he’s a goner.

#rini's minis #echo x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #ECHO IS BABEYYYYYY #HE'S MY SECOND FAV AFTER REX i've been waiting to write for him for so long #thank you for the stellar request ECHO RIGHTS #love this so much #rini has entered the chat #rini writes

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Angel - Chapter 2

Here is chapter 2 of angel, i hope it satiates you fiends.

Warnings: smut, conspiracy around death, swearing

this was co-written and edited by my main bitch @bonjour-je-mappelle-fuckyou

It had been days and you’d neither seen nor heard from Maxwell, you were beginning to worry that he had forgotten you in this big apartment, worrying that you had quit your job and left your home just for him to forget that you’d agreed to an arrangement with him, but hey, at least he forgot you in this apartment, and not your old one. He wasn’t asking for rent, Darius had brought you groceries the morning you had gone to your apartment to get the rest of your belongings, you reckon you were good for at least a few weeks before you ran out of food.

As you pondered how long it would be until someone kicked you out or you starved you heard a short knock on the door, well it looks like you might last a few more weeks than you’d anticipated.

You opened the door to see Darius standing there, tall and proud, “good morning Miss, I’ve been instructed to take you shopping for some new clothes, it seems Maxwell has anticipated your start at his Lord Industries this coming Monday and I’ve been told to show you the dress code of such a company, though with us both knowing Maxwell like we do I’m sure you could assume.” Ahh so he hadn’t forgotten you, that’s a good sign.

“Darius please, if you keep calling me miss, I'll start calling you sir and I don’t think either of us would prefer that. Y/N is a fine name and I think I would like to hear it more often. And yes, I’m sure I could assume the dress code Max ‘requires’ though I’m sure most of my clothes would suit that.”

Darius let a short puff of air out of his nose, what you had come to know as him laughing apparently. “while that is true miss- ahh sorry Y/N, the man is loaded and quite frankly a scoundrel, let’s go load up for the sake of it, I’m sure you would appreciate a new pair of boots, the ones I met you didn’t see you have any arch support.” He had a slight smirk on his face as he spoke to you.

“Darius that’s scandalous, also leave my Docs out of this, they might as well be vintage, my mother bought them in the UK in the 60s” you said looking down at your cherry red docs, which had obviously seen way more than they should have.

“Ahh so they’re definitely provided no support, your poor feet, we must amend this. Come on, get dressed in the next ten minutes or I’m going to drag you out of this door by those frayed laces.”

While it sounded harsh, the tone of his voice and the expression accompanied let you know that he was joking with you, he could be quite cheeky as you’d noticed the first night you met him, although he acted quite different in front of Max, in fact he didn’t act like anything in front of Max, he was silent, if you couldn’t see him you’d assume the car drove itself. The demeanor change between them concerned you slightly.

“Alright no need to get violent, I’ll be just a sec.”

When Darius told you that you’d be going shopping you’d assumed you’d be going to a mall, so it confused you completely when you drove past the mall you’d shopped at so many times, only for him to drive into the rich side of town, the streets were lined with high end fashion stores and boutique cafes, and oh look at that, more illegible French on restaurant windows.

Walking around this part of town in a miniskirt and a boxy blouse felt wrong, you really didn’t fit in here. Darius led the way, practically pulling you into stores, seemingly knowing every sales assistant in each shop, it made you slightly insecure, how many times had Darius brought someone like you to go shopping, you weren’t used to being one of many. Most of the men you previously had arrangements with had only been involved with you, and the occasional wife, (yes they know don’t look at yourself with such disdain), it didn’t sit well with you that you might be sharing Max’s affections.

You tried on dress after skirt after blouse after horrible blazers with those horrible shoulder pads. God you missed the trends of the 70s. You really didn’t know what you were looking for, thankfully Darius had been leading the expedition, telling the assistants which clothes you would be requiring. Each time they took the item to the checkout you felt a sense of guilt, it was really starting to pile up, finally after a particularly hideous ensemble consisting of cheetah print, neon green and you guessed, shoulder pads, Darius called time, deciding that you had both racked up quite the amount on Max’s card, (though you really don’t think you could take any of the credit, or blame.)

“Y/N I don’t mean to intrude but you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet through the last few stores, is there something wrong?” honestly you didn’t know if there is although you couldn’t deny your silence was out of place. “yeah of course I’m fine, I just get overwhelmed when shopping, that’s all, it's no big deal, it was nice that you knew everyone.” You paused for only a moment contemplating whether you should ask your next question but before you could even stop yourself our mouth was spewing out the words, “how did you know everyone by the way?”

“Before I was Mr. Lord’s driver, I was a driver to Mrs. Lord. No, no it's not what you think. Maxwell and marriage aren’t two words that go in the same sentence. Mrs. Lord was his mother. She was quite the shopper and not the talker. So, while she was trying on clothes, I made friends with the clerks. It made both our times much more pleasant around her Highness.” somehow and for some reason it eased you to know that it was Maxwell’s mother that made the connection and not a line of women preceding you.

“What is Mrs. Lord like?'' Maybe the person who raised Max is an indication as to who he is now.

“Was, actually, she died when Maxwell was 17, along with her father, it was terrible really, their private jet went down over the triangle, it's such a shame, Max really needed his parents around that time, after that the house help and I remained the only thing close to family he had, he shut off and down, became ruthless and cold, he used to be such a bright and kind young man, I saw the life leave his eyes the day he found out that it had left his parents. I'm sorry Miss I’ve probably already said too much, I’m not really sure I should be speaking with you about this, it's not that I don't trust you but Maxwell is very private, if I hadn’t have been there to see it I would never know, he has never spoken about his parents, to anyone.”

Somehow what Darius said about Max and his parents really stuck with you, even after you’d gotten back to the apartment, you couldn't stop thinking about how horrible it must have been to grow up without parents, especially through such important years like his 20s, they’d miss every milestone he has in his adult life and he’ll miss having his parents there for them. You didn't have much time to think on it, you'd only been home about 30 minutes before the phone starting ringing on the nightstand next to you, you picked up the receiver to hear a breathy voice on the other side, “angel, I’m gonna need you to open the door,” and then the call was dropped.

Maxwell. You rushed to the door, when you swung it open you noticed a slightly disheveled Maxwell staring at you with darkness clouding his eyes, “you know you could have just kno-” but you were cut off when he pushed the door closed and slammed you against it, his lips smacking straight into yours in a fit of heat and passion, you weren’t sure where this was going but you weren’t going to complain, “just shut up, I’m pissed and I wanna fuck you. Now. go to the bedroom, make sure you’re naked, face down. Do you understand?” you just nodded, looking up at him with what he assumed to be excitement, you basically sprinted to the bedroom, quickly undressed and headed his note to be face down. As you anxiously anticipated what he was going to do to you, all thoughts of his parents had been replaced with possibility.

“God you're such a good girl for me aren't you” he was standing at the door staring at you, eyes raking over your naked body. You heard his footsteps get closer to the bed and then suddenly you were hit with a sharp smack to your ass, “god this ass is fucking incredible, I can’t wait to see how it looks in all those new clothes you bought, wanna give me a private show of them?” “yes, sir I’d love to” your voice was high and almost pathetic sounding, Max had done nothing more than briefly spank your ass and suddenly you're already so out of breath. “Not now angel, you’re going to let me fuck you good, and then you’re going to show me how well you can walk afterwards.”

You heard him undo his belt and then clothing hit the floor, the bed dipped either side of your thighs and suddenly both his hands were on our hips and he was pulling up to him in one swift lift, “god this pussy, is fucking beautiful, and you’re already so wet, is this what I do to you? You like being manhandled like this doll?” you just whimpered at him praying he would touch you. “Come on angel with your words, tell me how this is affecting you.” you could hear the devil's patented smirk on his face as he spoke, knowing how riled up he was getting you. “Yes sir, I love it, I love when you throw me around, you're making me so needy sir please I love it please do more” you could barely pause to take a breath you felt so needy and so pathetic that he was affecting you in this way but after the last night you spent together you thought you were right to be.

“There's no time to play around tonight angel, I need you now.” His voice was harsh and low, it made you cower away from him, but his grip on our hips was strong and tight and he wasn't letting you go anywhere, he spanked you, one, two, three more times, “are you ready angel” you could tell he was impatient and so were you. “Yes, dear god yes please, please just fuck me.” and with your words, he slammed into you, his hips hitting your ass with the force of a freight train. For someone who sounded so desperate he was going admirably slow, every thrust into your pussy was forceful almost calculated, as he rammed into you. You felt frustrated at his pace, like he was holding back and that is not what you needed right now, you needed him to fuck you, rough, hard, fast. Now. “Please, Max don’t make me beg for it please just fuck me, use me, I need you to go faster, be rough with me please.”

“My pretty girl so whiny,” he quickened his pace, pistoning into you sending your brain into a frenzy, your legs already turning to jelly, “is this how you want it princess? Me fucking you like a little whore? Hmm?” his words were almost enough to drive you over the edge already, you had barely even started, and you felt like you were already close. “Please Max it’s so good fuck so good sir I love it when you use me.”

Max pulled out of you, and before you even had time to protest he had flipped you over, he shoved three fingers deep inside you, looking down on like he was ready to eat you whole. “You filthy little girl, you're ready to cum, aren't you? I've barely even gotten started and you're ready to finish? No that's not how this is going to work. Let's see how many times you can cum for me, let's see how many orgasms I can pull out of this beautiful cunt.” his words were as vulgar as the way he was fucking you with his fingers, if you both hadn’t been breathing so hard you’d be able to hear how wet you were, every thrust sending like heaven to his ears. He removed his fingers and lined himself up once again, no time for teasing he thrust back into you, resetting the fast pace he had previously set. “Tell me how rough you want it doll, tell me what you want from me.”

Your mind swirled with the possibilities, all you could choke out was, “choke me, and smack me, I’m your whore please please please just use me.” immediately one hand flew to your throat, grasping it tightly but not enough to cut off your air supply. He kept ramming into you and you could feel yourself starting to get close as you moaned so loudly “Sir please, please, I’m so close, please let me cum” “do it doll, come all over my dick I want to feel your pussy cry for me.” and with his words you did just that, the hand around your throat tightened as you fell into sick bliss, your brain was experiencing an orgasm 100 times better than it ever had and you couldn't tell whether it was the lack of oxygen or Max’s dick that was making you feel higher than any drug could take you. As you came down, Max was still fucking you, slower than before but not as excruciating as originally.

“I think if we had any neighbours up here you would have just earned us a noise complaint.” he smirked down at you. Yu were still dazed, pathetically smiling up at him when a harsh smack hit your face waking you up. “Already so fucked out baby how cute,” he knew just how to get you going, his lips were back on yours as he kept fucking into, drilling his cock deeper and deeper. You were whining and moaning not caring at this point if half of the city heard you, you were getting the fuck of a life time and as you screamed out Maxwell’s name you’d hoped everyone would hear how well the most important man in the city was fucking you.

“You ready for one more baby doll coz I’m getting close and I don’t wanna leave you behind.” he didn’t give you time to respond when his thumb flew to your clit rubbing it in circles almost as fervently as he was fucking you, and just as Max had planned you started to feel like you were on the edge again.

“Max please I’m close again.” you warned him, he sped up, quickening his pace even more somehow, “not without me doll you hold it until I say you can come you understand me?” you whined out a breathy yes, hoping you could head his orders, it felt like an eternity before he finally whispered, “Cum” in your ear and you did just that. Both you and Max were a moaning screaming jumble of limbs as you milked his cock dry and he pounded into you savouring the sweet release. He fell on top of you, both sweating profusely as you laughed out. “I don't know if you'll be getting that fashion show, I don't know if I can't even stand on these legs let alone walk.

He laughed as well, it was a nice laugh, you quite liked it.

Max got up, helping you to the bathroom and sitting you in the shower, he told you to sit and wait for the water to warm but you told him it was no problem, your hot water got cut off a few times at your old apartment so cold showers were almost the norm for you. As you sat in the shower trying to regain what little focus you had, you had expected the door to close and for Maxwell to leave, but when you finally emerged from the shower you saw him sitting on your bed, well his bed.

“Have a drink or you'll get dehydrated.” he said, pointing at the glass of water on the nightstand. You never expected Max to be so caring after sex, you’d fallen asleep after the last time, so you guessed he just didn’t care about aftercare.

“I think if you keep this up, I may be paralysed, my legs don’t work properly, if you want me to make it to work.”

“Yeah, I think I would rather see you at work on Monday, might fuck you on my desk to make up for lost time this weekend. How does that sound, angel?” God did that sound good, you wanted him to absolutely rail you if you were being honest, you had no concern as to whether anyone would hear you or not.

You woke up in the early hours of that Saturday morning, alone once again in bed, your legs felt like jelly and they were almost torture to walk on. You trudged your way into the kitchen, hoping to find something you could eat, when you saw Maxwell sitting on the counter, not on a chair at the counter, on the counter with his legs dangling like a little kid. “Good morning Maxwell.” your voice made him jump a little, clearly not expecting to see you there, he didn't move from his position on the counter though. You walked towards the emptying fridge and picked out an apple, placing yourself between his legs has you took a bite, “good morning to you too angel, we have got to get that fridge stocked up.” he must have seen how little you had in there, you'd spent so much on clothes and yet you spent less than 50 on groceries, where were your priorities?

“Oh no it's okay, I’ll just buy some next week after I get paid. It's no big deal. I'm used to not having a lot to eat. I'll be fine.” you were telling the truth; you never had a lot of money to buy food after utilities and rent. “Well, be that as it may angel, I’m not letting you starve until then, you can just take one of my cards, we have a specific arrangement here and I know I got you a job at my company but I’d like to know you're living up to your own tastes and requirements, I have plenty of money to burn and this is an offer I will not let you refuse, do you understand me?

“Yes sir, I understand.”

“Don't you dare get me all riled up right now I don't think you could handle another round, or three.” he was right. You couldn't. But god did you want to. “Do you have any plans today or tomorrow?” he asked you, you weren't sure why, but now that you thought about it you did have plans.

“Yes, actually I do. I've got lunch with my friend jade today and then we're going to see that new movie, Footloose. I think it's called, anyway, Kevin Bacon is in it and he's totally rocking so I don't care what it's about.” you couldn't be sure but you thought you saw Max tense up a little at your comment on Kevin bacon. Eh, who knows what goes on in that man's head. Who cares?

Meeting Jade that afternoon seemed to be a lot harder than it should have been, Max did not let you leave the bed until you were at least three orgasms deep and your voice was hoarse. “Maybe next time we can do it on that kitchen counter.” he says to you after he finally catches his breath. “Max! People eat there!” you were shocked at his remarks but honestly you thought it kind of hot. “Yeah and I want to eat there too.” his smirk was so heavy on his voice your pussy actually quivered at the thought of Max eating you out on the kitchen counter.

“Well I need to get dressed and meet my friend, so you better let me get up, or do I need another orgasm to get permission for that?” Max just laughed and waved you off, silently telling you to go get ready.

Jade had been one of your closest friends since you moved to the big city you now called home. She was sassy and brilliant, an amazingly talented person, you were honestly jealous of her at times, she was an incredible writer and she was almost done film school, she was killing it and you felt like you were lagging behind in life, but that doesn't mean you couldn't be happy for her, (and gather potential black mail so she would put you in one of her movies when she becomes a big amazing director.)

“Hi, why haven't you called me in a week and a half?’ “well hello to you too Jade, and it's none of your business but it happens to do with a shared interest of ours.” you hadn't realized that you haven't spoken to her in that long, you can't believe it had only and yet already been a week and a half since you met Max.

“You’re fucking Maxwell Lord, aren’t you?” she deadpanned. You couldn't tell if she was psychic or just pulling a fake out, but alas you put her mind to rest with a (slightly) shouted. “HOW DID YOU KNOW?” okay, fake out, you put your foot in it now. “Yes, but oh my god you can't say anything to anyone okay?” your voice was much quieter now with a lot more stress laced in it. “Oh my god I have to tell everyone. OW! Okay I won’t tell anyone but hold fuck how?” and so you told her. You told her about the bar with the sticky floor, the sex you had in his apartment that night, his car, Darius, the fact that he didn’t want him living at your house so he gave you one of his to live in, the sex you had this morning and the job he gave you.

“So, you're telling me you gave this guy such a good blow job he made you head of accounting? Your power of sex never ceases to amaze me. Hey when you’re rich can you buy me a house please I’m dying in that apartment, if my brother doesn’t find his own place soon I may actually fucking kill him, and you’re going to have to help me hide the body and I know you don’t like hiding bodies but this is my murder to-” “oh my god shut up, first of all, you say that like he’s gonna give me enough money to buy myself a house let alone you.” you cut her off, it was true, you didn't really anticipate him giving you that much and if Halo’s paycheck was anything to go by you won't have enough to buy yourself a house on that salary, you'll barely be able to afford rent when Maxwell, inevitably, tells you to move out.

“Oh please I give it a month, two tops, before he's in love with you and asking you to move into his big fancy apartment on the other side of town.” you did like the sound of the big fancy apartment, but neither you nor Max seemed like the type to want a relationship out of your arrangement. “no, this is just sex and money.” you weren't sure if you were telling her or yourself, but you said it with enough conviction that she seemed to believe it.

“Okay but if you do end up dating the bachelor boy be careful, from what I hear he's bad news and not just business wise. Rumour is that he killed his fiancée a couple years back, they got into a car crash in England and no one has seen her since. He said she lived and left him, but who goes to England and just leaves?”

You weren't sure how, but you'd never heard that rumour before, sure you'd only moved here 3 years ago but you'd think something like that would be hot news around town for ages. “I’m sure that’s just a rumour Jade he really doesn't seem like the type to be involved in something like murdering his fiancée.”

“I'm just looking out for you, I could be wrong, but if he tries to take you to England, I'm kidnapping you first. Deal?”

“Deal.”

to be continued...

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project neverland

Inspired by Colin’s upcoming role on The Right Stuff, I wrote a little 1960s CS test pilot/early NASA AU one shot. I didn’t aim for historical accuracy with this one, it’s more about the feel of the era instead of a literal depiction of the Mercury 7 and their missions.

Summary: Test pilot Captain Killian Jones always liked to go too fast. When he gets asked to join the elite group Colonel David Nolan of NASA has formed to be the first men to fly into space it's all he ever wanted...until he meets his CO's daughter, the beautiful and headstrong Emma Nolan.

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Killian Jones always liked to go too fast.

In fast cars.

In fast planes.

(with fast women)

The NASA shrinks said it was because he had to grow up too quickly, too young when his father finally took off for good and his absence sent Killian hurtling recklessly into adulthood too soon with only his older brother left to try to keep him tethered to Earth. They almost didn't clear him to join Project Neverland, the internal code name given to the mission when someone made a late night crack after one too many pots of coffee about throwing out all the charts and just taking the second star to the right to reach the moon, but he was a hell of a pilot and after rising star Captain Arthur Pendragon, given the call sign "King" because everyone expected him to lead the mission, literally crashed and burned out of training in the Excalibur prototype and actually broke the damn thing clear in half, Colonel David Nolan publicly decided to give Captain Killian "Hook" Jones a second chance to join the team and be the hero.

Alongside a more private warning for Killian to clean up his act if he really wanted to reach the stars.

Killian knew the man wasn't kidding, so he took it to heart and stopped drinking (hard liquor, at least), stopped sleeping around (he'd been given the call sign "Hook" for his ability to hook up with any woman he wanted, including a general's wife, the bold and brash Milah Gold), he cut his hair short and shaved twice a day to keep within NASA's strict grooming requirements for its elite group of test pilots, he wore a suit and tie and smiled politely for the photographers whenever he was told to, doing the whole dog and pony show for the press without a single word of complaint. He wanted to fly to the stars, wanted it more than anything, he wanted to go faster, higher, than any man had gone before and bring home honour and glory for the name Jones.

Dr. Hopper scribbled furiously in his little notebook during their mandatory sessions and went on and on about his clear "father issues" and his "tendency to overcompensate" while Killian tuned him out, thinking instead about the feel of the wind in his hair when he drove with the top down on his 'Vette, rock 'n' roll blaring on the radio and putting the pedal to the metal up and down the Florida coast, or the exhilaration of taking off in one of the sleek new jets, feeling the lift and drag of the wind under the wings as delicate and powerful as a lover's touch along his skin when he aimed straight for the clouds above and pierced the sky fast enough to break the sound barrier. He agreed with whatever the doc said every week just to get out his office, lighting up a cigarette as soon as the door closed and taking a deep inhale to deal with his nerves instead.

Killian was keeping to the straight and narrow as best he could, but he couldn't stop himself from driving way over the limit in the early morning when the roads around the base were clear and empty as far as the eye could see, or taking his boat out just before sunset after a long day of NASA eggheads telling him what he could and couldn't do and blowing off steam by opening up the throttle as far as it would go to ride the waves so fast that the hull barely touched the water. Giving up booze and unhappily married women were one thing, he'd already almost ruined his career more than once over both and he'd learned his lesson the hard way, but the bone-deep need within him to push just a little bit harder, go a little bit faster, always chasing something that lingered just beyond his reach, well, what NASA didn't know couldn't hurt them.

Captain Killian Jones did everything too fast, but when Miss Emma Nolan grabbed the collar of his leather aviator jacket and kissed the smirk right off his face he wanted nothing more than to take it slow for once, since the only thing more off-limits than a superior officer's wife was a superior officer's daughter and Colonel Nolan wasn't just Emma's father, he was Killian's CO, with the power to ground him for good if he knew that his princess had been sneaking out to meet Killian at the underground drag races and after-hours nightclubs in Cocoa Beach. She wore dangerously short miniskirts and pale, frosted lipstick, all the men assigned to Project Neverland were half in love with her and she was the cause of every grey hair on her mother's elegantly coiffed head. Colonel Nolan's illustrious career had taken the family all over, although not always together. Emma had been sent to live with relatives in Boston while her parents were overseas on a remote posting that didn't allow children, reuniting several years later and then taking assignments at several different bases across America until he was handpicked for the most coveted position of them all and the Nolans moved again to Florida.

Emma recited the long list of former addresses without looking at him, staring out at the horizon instead while she sat with her legs folded Indian-style on the beach blanket he kept in the trunk of his car.

"It must have been hard, moving around so much," he offered. Military life was tough on families and tougher on marriages, which was one of the reasons why it had been all too easy to fall into bed with Milah Gold, despite both the ring on her finger and her husband's rank and a bigger reason why he had never followed that track.

"Yeah," she agreed, letting the clean white sand run through her fingers. "If I wanted friends I had to make them quickly, and then as soon as you really got to know someone new orders would come in and either we'd be leaving in a week, or they were shipping out, and sometimes you didn't even get that much notice. Sometimes...sometimes someone you thought you were really close to would leave one night and just never come back."

She said in a way that Killian knew she was referring to someone in particular, someone who'd done just that, walked out of her life one night and broken her heart in the process. But before he could say anything she stood up and took off, sprinting away from the memory on those long legs that looked so fantastic in white go-go boots and that he privately thought would look even better wrapped around his hips instead. She headed straight for the ocean and came to a halt right at the water's edge, waves just licking her toes and lapping at her ankles before rolling back out into the sea. Her hesitance confused Killian at first, Emma was like him, always leaping before she looked, but then she peeled off her lime green two-piece and dropped both halves into the sand, plunging straight into the crashing surf as naked and carefree as any flower child.

Killian Jones was one of the seven best pilots in the entire country, his reflexes were literally off the charts...and yet it took him an embarrassingly long time to pick up his jaw from where it had dropped somewhere around his knees and reach for the knot in his own swim trunks. Turned out there was something that could get his heart beating faster than the sight of the sleek vessel he was slated to fly into space sitting in the hanger at Cape Canaveral, and for the first time in a long time, he didn't look up into the sky when the sun set and the stars appeared.

But a late night skinny dip at a secluded little cove aside, Killian did his damndest to be a gentleman to Emma Nolan, and it wasn't because it was rumoured that the sword her father had mounted to the wall in his office wasn't just ceremonial. It would be easy to fall into bed with Emma, easy for this thing between them to be nothing more than another meaningless fling, but maybe he had been listening more than he realized while Dr. Hopper droned on about how lost boys either grew up and became men, or just grew older and which did he want to be? So he checked his speed and drove much more carefully when she was in his car and didn't let his hands wander when they danced no matter how dark it was in the hole-in-the-wall bars far from the country clubs frequented by his fellow officers and their wives. He made sure to have her home at a reasonable hour afterwards, even though he had to park around the corner and she was going to climb the tree next to her bedroom window and sneak back in anyway.

They got caught one afternoon, not by Colonel Nolan (although there had been a couple of close calls in that regard) but by one of those Florida downpours that came without warning, a sudden and shocking deluge that plastered the clothes to their bodies and ruined Emma's bouffant in a heartbeat before Killian could get his jacket off to serve as a makeshift umbrella. She clung to him while he held it over their heads, cursing a blue streak that would make a sailor blush and her mother faint while he laughed and did his best to shield her with his body. Raindrops slid down her neck and lingered in the little dip of her collarbones when she tilted her head up to the sky, mapping a course on her skin that he longed to follow with his lips until he'd charted every square inch. For someone who was about to take off at speeds men could only dream of a few short years ago and touch the stars, everything he'd ever wanted and more, Killian wished for nothing more now than to make these quiet moments last, for the song to never end when they danced and for the rain to keep falling, to keep them grounded in the here and now.

"You're leaving soon," she said in barely more than a whisper, a statement instead of a question. Suddenly everything was moving too fast, the mission date was measured in days instead of years now and their time together was growing short. The rain stopped, the afternoon showers were heavy but they never lasted long and it ended as abruptly as if someone had turned off a spigot, leaving wet pavement steaming in the sun and nothing to hinder Emma's return to her own car, the cheerful little yellow thing her parents had bought her.

"Yes...but not a day will go by where I won't think of you."

Emma looked at him and he wondered if the dampness on her face was from the rain or from something else. Her lips quirked in a half-smile that made his chest ache.

"Good."

Killian watched while she walked away and got into her car, putting it in gear and driving off. Slowly, at first, until it started to pick up speed. He knew, intellectually, that it couldn't go nearly as fast as his own V8, but it didn't feel that way when she was driving away from him.

He stood completely still until she was gone.

...

The little beach house that he'd rented when he first arrived to join the program went unused, Killian had to cram in his flight hours to stay mission ready after falling behind thanks to a certain blonde distraction, and he was going out daily in the jet that had been nicknamed the Jolly Roger and staying on base at night with other members of the crew. It seemed that whatever he'd had with Emma was over completely, she used to come by on a regular basis to visit her father and once she'd left the colonel's office there were all sorts of storage closets and empty stairwells to hold a more clandestine meeting afterwards. They'd neck frantically against the wall until Killian had to tear himself away to return to the daily physicals and calisthenics and whatever else the brass had scheduled for him, with the waxy taste of Emma's lipstick lingering in his mouth for hours afterwards and his uniform rumpled. But now it was Mrs. Nolan who came to base instead, with her lacquered helmet of dark hair and impeccable manners she was the Jackie Kennedy of NASA, always with a smile and a gracious word for the men under her husband's command.

It would be much more colourful if she knew exactly what her free-spirited daughter had gotten up to with one of them, even though he hadn't crossed that line. They'd come close, too close, moving too fast, too soon, the way Killian did everything else in his life.

Perhaps breaking up before one of them inevitably got broken was for the best.

Life magazine devoted an entire issue to Project Neverland and the men carrying the hopes and dreams of the nation on their shoulders, with each member of the flight crew getting their own double page spread. Captain Graham "Huntsman" Humbert was unsmiling and stoic in his photograph, described as, "the serious, single-minded leader of the elite group and devoted husband to his wife Ruby, as stunning and statuesque as any high-fashion model" while Captain Will "Knave" Scarlet was, "the practical joker, unofficial jester and class clown and a newlywed to boot, to former school librarian Belle, as pretty as her name suggests."

Killian posed alone in his flight suit, with no sweet-faced wife in hat and gloves like the others to stand by his side he was, "the swinging bachelor with the rock 'n' roll attitude and the looks to match, with eyes even bluer than Paul Newman's fixed firmly on the prize."

They were all inundated with fan mail after that, everything from children's crayon masterpieces of themselves meeting little green aliens on the moon to letters from senior citizens who remembered Kitty Hawk and man's first flight, but Killian in particular received a lot of perfumed envelopes decorated with lipstick prints and marked SWAK. Infatuated schoolgirls wrote him mash notes that Scarlet stole and read aloud to the rest of the crew in a high-pitched squeal, suburban housewives offered home-cooked meals with themselves served for dessert, and a Playboy Playmate even sent a few photos too racy to publish with her phone number scrawled on the back.

"Have you rung up Miss November yet, Hook?" Scarlet asked with a wink and a nudge, his caterpillar eyebrows practically doing the Twist on his forehead at the prospect. "Maybe we should start calling you Hef instead."

"Knock it off, Knave," Killian replied around the cigarette in his mouth, trying to snatch the picture back. Scarlet was shorter than he was, but he kept dancing just out of his reach with that smug grin while he continued to make jokes about Killian trading his flight suit for a smoking jacket. Finally, Humbert intervened, smacking Scarlet in the back of the head with one hand and grabbing Miss November away from him with the other.

"Ow! Watch the goods, it's property of Uncle Sam now, you know."

Humbert rolled his eyes. "We all are, dummy, which is why Captain Jones here isn't going to risk catching the clap and getting grounded. Are you, Hook?"

Killian met his expectant look. "Sir, no sir," he said, giving a mock salute and taking the photo delicately between his fingers. He left them to their bickering and headed outside, where he lit another cigarette and then held Miss November over the little flame, bidding her a silent farewell as she turned to ash on the wind before sliding the Zippo back into his pocket. Maybe he would have given her a call, once upon a time, risked a venereal disease and a shot of penicillin in the ass just for the story alone. But Humbert was right, there was too much at stake now. They all had to stay squeaky clean, in more ways than one. He wasn't even supposed to smoke in public anymore, which was even more of a pain when he had to deal with the press. Thankfully access to the base was highly restricted, and the wide swath of tarmac was completely deserted save for him and the line of sleek jets parked in neat rows, under a clouded sky.

The clouds drifted and the moon appeared, just as she had to the ancient sailors who set off in search of riches across Homer's wine-dark sea of old. They'd plotted a course into the unknown with only the stars to guide them and he was about to do the same, on a ship of a different kind but a ship nonetheless, with titanium wings instead of canvas sails to carry them across an ink-black sky, navigate by the stars and then follow them back home.

It wasn't his empty cottage that Killian pictured when he thought of home now, closing his eyes and letting the cigarette burn out untouched, breathing in the clean night air instead and hearing the faint crash of the waves against the distant shore.

...

A decision was made to hold a party at the base a few days before they had to enter pre-mission quarantine, a full on soiree with politicians flown in from Washington to see for themselves where their constituents tax dollars had gone, four star generals, celebrities and the cream of Florida society, and as the guests of honour, the flight crew in full dress uniforms with their brand new commendations pinned over their hearts. Colonel Nolan would lead them in to the fanfare of a naval brass band, each man with his wife displayed proudly on his arm. As the only unmarried one, Killian would escort one of the single women who'd been invited so he wouldn't have to walk alone.

Emma Nolan.

She arrived with her parents, stepping out of the car in a red cocktail dress that matched her red lipstick and drew him straight to her like a beacon.

Ot a warning light.

Maybe it was both.

"Miss Nolan."

"Captain Jones."

He proffered his arm and she accepted, her gloved hand resting lightly on his sleeve. His eyesight was as keen as the rest of his senses and yet everyone else seemed to fade into nothing more than a blur in the background, as far removed as the Earth would be once they broke through the atmosphere and went where none had gone before. The only one he could see clearly as the flashbulbs popped and the band started to play was Emma.

They weren't seated together at the dinner, much to Killian's chagrin while he made polite small talk with the senator's wife on his left and tried not to let his gaze drift too much in her direction. When the floor was cleared for dancing he took a turn with Ruby and one with Belle (neatly evading the rather overzealous senator's wife, a tall redhead from Kansas) and even danced with Mrs. Nolan herself, feeling his back straighten even more under her scrutiny. Her husband might be the one wearing the silver stripes, but she had the bearing of a queen in her golden dress.

"You look lovely this evening, ma'am," Killian said, his posture still stiff and formal despite the modern bossa nova the band was currently playing.

"Thank you, Captain. At ease."

He did relax a fraction at that while her stern expression melted into a smile. Over her shoulder he caught a flash of red and saw that Emma was dancing with her father, on the next pass Mrs. Nolan saw them as well and her face softened even more.

"Part of me is glad he's not twenty years younger or he'd be the one leading this mission instead of overseeing it. As exciting as this all is, don't forget about those of us back down on the ground waiting for you to come back."

Humbert drifted by with Ruby, her arm wrapped tight around his neck and her cheek resting against his chest. The wedding ring on his hand shone under the lights, his fingers splayed across her slim back and looking like there was nowhere on Earth or beyond that he'd rather be.

"I'll bring them all back safe and sound, ma'am, I promise."

Mrs. Nolan's eyes were a lot like her daughter's, a deep gemstone green that reminded him of distant galaxies they'd only caught the faintest glimpse of from Earth. They fixed him in place for a long moment, making his step falter and lose the beat while everyone else continued to dance.

"Not just them, Killian. You come back safe and sound. That's an order."

She had no real authority over him, but as the song ended and she patted him affectionately on the cheek, Killian was tempted to salute her as neatly as he would a general. He settled for giving a respectful dip of his chin instead, wondering as she walked back to her family if maybe, perhaps, his relationship with Emma hadn't been nearly as secret as he thought it was.

"Yes ma'am," he whispered, even though she was too far away to hear.

A few (or several) champagne toasts later everyone was invited into the hanger to view the spacecraft itself up close. Killian hung back, he'd already seen it, after all, more times than he could count, and as tipsy politicians eagerly followed the NASA eggheads through the doors to gape and gawk at what had built in this little corner of the world for the glory of all mankind, he noticed a familiar woman in a red dress with a bottle of champagne dangling from her fingers, heading the other way.

He went after her instead.

"You know, if you mean to christen the vessel with that, love, it's actually that way."

"Hmm," Emma mused, her red lips pursing as she appeared to contemplate the thought. "It's for good luck, right?"

Killian took it from her and swigged right from the bottle, feeling the bubbles pop on his tongue. "For luck," he said, and he was lucky that it didn't break or tip over when he set it down, blindly thanks to the woman in his arms, her mouth hot under his and her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his jacket. She got it open just as he hefted her up in his arms, fingers splaying over his heart while her legs went around his waist and a shoe hit the floor with a thump. They were in a darkened conference room, the walls strewn with maps and schematics of the most modern undertaking ever dreamed while the most ancient and primal of needs clawed at his belly, and he carried her to the couch in the corner that had seen many a hastily-snatched catnap during the late nights of the Project, but never an assignation quite like this one. For all the optimism and hope that they all professed publicly, privately everyone knew that the mission was dangerous, and there was a more than infinitesimal chance that none of them would make it back. Humbert knew it, Scarlet, despite the juvenile sense of humour, knew it, Colonel Nolan knew it and Killian did as well. The fierce claim in Emma's kiss as he fumbled with his belt told him that she was more than aware of that grim possibility, the squeeze of her thighs around his hips was an anchor, one he would remember later once gravity faded and he was floating free. As dangerous as this was it was more than worth the risk, and when he crossed that final barrier it was like both braving the unknown and coming home in one fell swoop, his face pressed to her neck to muffle his groan and her nails digging into his shoulders. The little half-moons she left in his skin had faded by morning, when all of NASA was hung over except for Captain Killian Jones and Miss Emma Nolan had gone home with a pilfered bottle of champagne and without her girdle.

She still cut quite the figure in her dress, even if it was wrinkled just a tad.

They were each allowed to bring one small personal item with them on the mission, something Dr. Hopper had said was to remind them of whatever it was they held most dear. A photo of a loved one, perhaps, or a symbol of their faith, the choice was up to them. The shrink had nodded approvingly when Killian had shown him what he'd finally decided to bring in their last session, leaving his little notebook closed for once. It didn't weigh very much, it couldn't, since it cost a literal fortune for every pound of weight being sent into orbit, and tucked easily into the little zippered pocket on his flight suit set aside for the purpose.

It was therefore the most expensive engagement ring in all of history.

Maybe he was moving too fast, but when he caught sight of Emma on the other side of the glass, come with her mother and the wives to say their final goodbyes on the morning he was going to leave the Earth and take the second star to the right, he knew he'd finally found what he'd been chasing for so long.

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