Look, I ain’t got a problem with vegans. But if you gon be sittin at my table just to shoot evil looks at my innocent bowl of mac n cheese, me and my Goodwill leather jacket are gonna get you… and your little soyburger, too.
People are throwing away their WOW tickets…(an event that supports women of the world and their feminist visions and ideals) all because Gillian Anderson isn’t dating who they want to and instead dating a man who is being honored (amongst his other awards and accomplishments) at BFI dinner for his achievements and success in screenplay writing…?
Kara hadn’t seen her former boss in couple of days. Well,
technically, Cat was still her boss but she was under Snapper’s reign now. Even
though she wasn’t Cat’s assistant anymore, she still visited the other woman.
In fact, they had started weekly lunch dates. At first Cat claimed it was to
see how she was holding up with the new position and to rant about the assistants
that weren’t Kara but eventually it became something more. Cat would visit Kara
in the office she was sure Snapper didn’t know about and Kara would bring Cat
lunch and sit with her while they ate and caught up. They didn’t realize it at
first but they had started a routine. Eventually, Cat visited Kara every
morning and brought her coffee while Kara came by Cat’s office to bring them
lunch. They had become close friends and Kara was happy. Sometimes Kara
wondered if there was something more between them. She couldn’t admit it but
somewhere along the way, she had started to develop feelings for her former
boss. Sometimes, she felt that maybe, they might be reciprocated but then she
realized she was most likely projecting her feelings onto the other woman.
Kara walked through the now empty building. It was Friday
evening, everyone had gone home. Well almost everyone. While the majority of
the time, they ate together, there were days like today where they both became
swamped with work and missed their lunch dates. Usually, those were the days
they stayed late anyways so they decided to make it dinner dates when that
happened instead. Kara used the word date just as Cat always did, in a
completely platonic way of course.
“You’re staring.” Cat called out to her visitor. “Why?”
“Because you’re struggling.” She said as she stepped into
the office. “Let me help.”
“Since when do you talk back?” She questioned, a smile
threatening to form on her face.
“I don’t know Cat, maybe since someone repeatedly scolded me
for being too nice.” She smirked as she walked towards the other woman.
Cat shook her head, letting her weight lean against the desk
as she welcomed the younger woman. “You know, I would’ve never promoted you if
I had known that this is who you’d turn out to be.”
Kara smirked. “Yes, you would have.”
Cat rolled her eyes. “What are you still doing here?
Everyone’s gone home already.”
“You’re still here.” She pointed a finger in Cat’s
direction. “And don’t tell me that you don’t count because you’re the boss. You
forget that I know you. Besides, I haven’t seen you today.”
“Yes, but it doesn’t make it any less true.” She stated as
her hand went to the back of her dress. “Yeah, I figured Snapper’s got you
chasing down stories.”
“More like useless nothings.” Kara muttered.
Cat sighed, struggling to fix her dress. “It’s good, it
means that you’re starting to gain his respect. Besides, everyone’s got to
“All right, that’s enough.” Kara mentioned for her to turn
around. “Here, let me help.”
Cat shook her head, smiling at the assertiveness of the
younger woman. “Thanks, the zipper’s been stuck all day and I can’t seem to
“Why you where these impossible things is a mystery to me.” Kara
teased, letting a small sigh escape her lips.
As soon as Kara’s hands touched Cat’s neck, she knew that
she was screwed. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew that they had chemistry. There
was a certain flirtation, a back and forth they always shared. But lately, it
was more prominent. She wasn’t sure if it was because of Kara’s new found
assertiveness or maybe because Kara wasn’t her assistant anymore but the
electricity around they seemed to crackle when they were alone together.
Kara tried to ignore it, she really did. The fire that
seemed to ignite in her stomach when she was near Cat had ignited and Kara
knew, she knew that she shouldn’t give in to it but she wanted to. Oh, boy how
she wanted to. The smell of Cat’s perfume was intoxicating and getting closer to
her wasn’t helping.
Each step Kara took towards her seemed to echo. Cat wondered
if the other woman could hear the thumping of her heartbeat because she could
hear it. The blood seemed to be rushing in her ears and Kara wasn’t even
touching her yet. Kara placed a hand delicately on her shoulder and her skin
felt as if it was on fire.
Kara took a deep breath, trying to steady her shaky hands.
It was stupid, it was a zipper. Cat had asked her to fix her zipper. So then
why could she feel her heart pumping faster?
Kara stepped right behind the older blonde and Cat could
feel the warmth breath by her ear. “You know, if you would dress less like you
were going on a runway everyday then maybe this wouldn’t happen.”
Cat shivered, her whole body was tingling as she tried to
continued their banter, her words came out breathlessly. “Hmm, and what dress
more like you? I’ll stick to the occasional mishap.”
Cat felt the rumble of Kara’s laugh, the vibrations go
through her. “Come on Cat, I don’t dress that bad.”
“Fine, I’ll admit. Your wardrobe’s gotten a little better.
But only minutely.” Kara’s other hand reached up toward Cat’s smooth skin by
her neck and gently pushes the other woman’s soft hair out of the way.
“Don’t want your hair to get caught.” She murmurs, her eyes
transfixed on the other woman’s body.
Kara’s hand on her neck elicited a small gasp from Cat and
she knows the other woman heard her. A couple of seconds later Kara pulled on
the zipper, and slid it down gently. Kara tried not to dwell on the fact that
she could see Cat’s lacy black bra peaking out from the now partly unzipped
Cat felt Kara’s hand push the zipper down, antagonizing slow
and she swallowed before clearing her throat. “Thanks,”
Kara stayed there’s frozen for a moment, before slowly bringing
her hands to the top of Cat’s shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever
Kara touched. Suddenly, it became too much. The tension surrounding them became
thicker, the spark between them igniting further and further, until the
inevitable happened. It caught fire. Kara’s felt hands slid down to Cat’s waist
and heard her breathing hitch.
“Cat.” She whispered, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin
just below her ear.
That set Cat over the edge and she spun around to face the
other woman. The moment their eyes met, she felt the heat from Kara’s
smouldering eyes. It was as if they were burning through her. She leaned into
the other woman, their lips barely touching. She could feel Kara’s warm breath
“Cat?” The desire coating the other woman’s voice became too
much for Cat and she closed the distance between them.
She laced her fingers around Kara’s neck and pulled her
towards her. She kissed her, hard and it only took a moment before the other
blonde responded. Kara’s lips were soft and inviting and a sense of warmth
filed her entire body. Passion and desire burned within the kiss. She heard Kara
moan and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Her tongue grazed the
roof of the other blonde’s mouth and a low throaty growl escaped from her as
arms grabbed her ass. She ran her fingers through Kara’s hair, letting it come
loose from the ponytail. Their lips unlocked and before she could take a
breath, Kara was sucking on the base of her neck. She withered and Kara sucked
harder. There was sure to be a hickey in the morning but in that moment, she
didn’t care. She brought her lips back to the younger woman’s lips but not
before leaving a trail of open mouth kisses along the length of her neck. The
fact that Kara was murmuring incomprehensible things her ear with a gravelly
voice that she had never heard before made her about to burst with need.
Cat’s mouth tasted like bitter wine and possibilities. Cat’s
hands roamed her body urgently and she trailed scorching open mouth kisses down
the side of her neck. Cat’s hips rocked against her, unashamed and she involuntarily
pressed hers against the other woman harder. She craned her neck, giving more
access. She moaned, as she sucked near the base of her neck. Her response was
an even louder moan.
And when breathing became a necessity, they pulled apart. Her
whole body ached, she craved the other woman more than she thought was ever
possible. She was more conscious of Cat than she had ever been of anything or
anyone else in her life. When she leaned toward her and brushed her lips across
Cat’s, she reached for the other woman as if she would otherwise drown.
They broke apart when air became necessary, their foreheads
still touching. “Wow,”
“That was,” Cat
exhaled, she felt dizzy as if the world was spinning. “Wow.”
She heard a chuckle come from the other blonde and stared.
“What’s so funny.”
Kara smirked, a sultry laugh escaping her lips. “Are you
speechless? Have I made the infamous Cat Grant speechless?”
“Shut up.” She smiled, smacking Kara on the shoulder.
“Make me.” Kara bit her lip and Cat felt herself shiver.
“Carter’s going to his fathers for the weekend.” She let the
hand on Kara’s chest wander. “Meet me at my place in a couple of hours.”
She licked her lips. “Mhm I don’t know, I might need some
convincing. I did have planning for tonight.”
“Oh, I have plans for you.” She let her hand dip into the younger
woman’s shirt. “They involve you screaming my name until your voice becomes
Titel: Night cuddlers Pairing: Platonic Moxiety Summary: “Anxiety has so many stuffed animals- where did they come from?” from @sanders-au A/N: I’m bored, I waned to write fluff, I found this. This is short. I’m sorry
It’s all Patton’s fault. It started when
Virgil was only five years old and always had nightmares. He tried to figure
out ways to help the poor boy. At first he just slept with him every night and
to his surprise, it helped. Virgil would be cuddling close to Patton and hold
him tight and Patton would do the same. It made Virgil sleep peacefully but
Patton didn’t have the same sleep.
A month of sleeping in Virgil’s room
he decided to try something else. He found a yellow teddy bear that was really
soft and of course he brought it. That night both of the small boys would sleep
really good. Virgil had a teddy bear to cuddle with and most of the nights he
slept well but a lot of times he would sneak into Patton’s room.
The next time was on Christmas.
Patton tried to find a good gift when he found lots of really big stuffed
animals. He had to buy those. He didn’t think it would do much. Logan got a big
octopus that Logan placed in a corner of his room. Roman got a big lion that
was placed on his bed. Virgil got a black cat that, surprisingly, was his cuddler
every night. Patton once came in to see if he was asleep when he was clinging onto
the cat like if it was Patton not long ago.
After that only Logan notice the
pattern. Every year on their birthday and Christmas Patton would give Virgil
all sorts of stuffed animals. And it didn’t stop at 15 years old or even 20,
no, as it seemed now. It would never stop. That is also if you walk into
Virgil’s closet, you would see like 50 stuffed animals.
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You asked for it, here it is but meh….I’m not content…
Eric’s warning turned out to be true. You
had never been in the trunk of a moving car before but now you knew how it
felt. You were thrown around during every turn and braking he made, it was even
more exhausting since your hands were still bound with the cable ties behind
your back. You couldn’t even support your own body. Your dress clung to your frame,
still soaked and still dirty, the ties cut uncomfortably into your delicate
wrists, for sure damaging the skin.
You couldn’t see anything and it made you
feel highly uncomfortable but at least you could still hear and smell, thought
there was not much to be heard or smelt. It smelt fairly neat. People might
expect that the car, especially the trunk, of an 18 year old teenage boy smelt
and looked different but Eric was a lover of order through and through.
You felt around, desperately searching for a
sharp object or anything that had sharp edges that might be of help cutting your
ties but there was nothing except for something that felt like a breakdown
triangle. The car suddenly stopped and you gasped as you hit the front of the
trunk. It was too early, the ride too short; you couldn’t be at his house
already. You heard as the car door opened and Eric seemed to exit. You heard
steps leading away from the car, the motor still running and wondered what he
was doing but it took him barely seconds and he was back, slamming the door
shut and the car moved again.
You didn’t think about what had just happened
or what he had done but tried to focus and come up with a plan. You felt the
car taking two sharp turns and recognized them, knowing that you were already
in the road of the Harris house. Indeed you were right because the car stopped
a few seconds later but this time the motor was turned off. Once more you heard
as the car door opened and listened to Eric’s footsteps coming to the back of
the car, the trunk.
You braced yourself, getting ready to fight
back. The trunk was opened with a strong pull and the light of the street lights
brightened your eyes for a second before you could see Eric’s face, or at least
“End of the line.”
He said and you remained calm as he bowed
down, wanting to pull you out. Only when he was a few inches away from you did
you try to kick him, almost failing as Eric grasped your foot but your shoes
were slippery and you managed to hit his nose. A very sensitive spot.
Eric screamed and groaned, carefully feeling
his nose, you couldn’t see much but there was definitely some blood there. He
spat on the ground. You just lay there and watched as he wiped the blood away;
smearing it all over his hands and chin, being proud of yourself.
“Fucking get out of there.”
He growled and grabbed you by your arms,
pulling you out of the trunk and onto the cold and dirty ground. You knelt in
front of him as he roughly pressed his hand to your mouth, the other one
grasping your hair to pull your head back.
“Try something like that again if you want
to know what happens when I run out of patience. And I swear to god that if
you only breathe too loudly now, you’ll pay! Is that understood?”
You nodded as much as his grip allowed and
Eric pulled you to your feet and closed the trunk, turning you around so that
you were pressed with your back against his chest and shoved you forwards, his
hand still covering your mouth. You stumbled to the door of his house and he roughly
pressed you against it with his body as he searched for the keys in his
pockets. You whimpered against his hand, the pain of your ties and the strength
with which he had pushed you against the door too painful.
Eric whispered and you heard as he unlocked
the door, opening it and pushing you inside. You stumbled and almost fell but
he held you steady. He turned on the light and you found yourself standing in
the hall you had stood so many times before, visiting him, coming over for dinner
or simply just picking him up for school. You felt like crying but oppressed it.
“Take your shoes off.”
Eric ordered and stepped on the back of
your shoes, encouraging you to step out of them; you did as he demanded without
protesting while he fetched something from his pocket that you couldn’t see at
first. You suddenly heard a familiar sound and only now did you recognize the
object he held in his right hand, it was your phone.
“Eric, that’s my phone.”
You said but he ignored you and instead dragged you
over to the living room, dropping you onto the couch and went away again to lock
the door. You tried to sit up without the help of your hands without success
when he was back again. Your phone was still ringing.
“Those are my parents, am I right?”
You asked helplessly, watching him as he
stared at the screen.
“What do you think they’ll do if I won’t
pick up? They’ll grow suspicious.”
You continued and wriggled off the couch,
managing to stand up. Eric looked at you as you moved towards him, he seemed to
argue with himself whether he should let you pick up or not.
“If you say anything-“
He growled and clenched his jaw.
You quickly said and he observed you for
another two seconds before he hesitantly gave you the phone, holding it against
your ear. You awkwardly took it between your shoulder and your cheek.
You asked nervously.
“(Y/N) where are you?”
Relief washed over you upon hearing her
voice, she sounded nervous and upset.
You almost breathed. It was so nice to hear
her right now, she was the one that gave you comfort. But there must have been
too much relief in your voice because Eric gave you a harsh look, reminding you to not give anything away. You cleared
your throat and took a deep breath.
“I forgot to tell you-“
“I’m staying overnight at Lauren’s.”
There was a short pause at the other end of
the line and then your mother sighed.
“Well baby, you should have told me earlier,
your dad and me were worrying!”
You looked at Eric who starred at you like
“I love you mom.”
You said and held back your tears; you
wanted to be nowhere else but in her arms right now.
“I love you too sweetheart. Have fun and
call tomorrow before you come home!”
You wanted to say something, anything; just
anything to keep talking to her but your mother had hung up.
You called but Eric wrenched the phone out
of our hands.
He said and grabbed your arm again, pulling
you into a different direction, away from the living room and to the stairs
that lead to his room. He picked you up and carried you as you struggled
against him, taking you down the stairs.
He kicked the door open with his foot and carried you over to his bed.
“No Eric, not here! Anywhere but not here.”
You tried to hold him back from laying you down on the bed but he let you down without effort.
He said and walked over to his closet, searching for something as you tried to roll down the bed.
“I said stay still!”
He screamed as he returned with some ropes. You started screeching as he pushed you up on the bed again and began to tie your left ankle to the lower left bedpost.
“They won’t hurt you, they were made for climbing so they’re actually very smooth!”
He explained calmly while tying you down.
“Let me, Eric let me! Please not here!”
You screamed over and over again until he removed your cable ties and you reached out to slap him. He pushed you down to the bed, hovering over
you, fighting with you to bind your right hand to the other bedpost. You briddled as long as you could but finally he managed to catch your second hand and tied it down too.
“STOP IT! THIS IS HUMILIATING! PLEASE NOT HERE!”
You screamed and cried.
“You think I shouldn’t treat you like that?
You think this is humiliating? You know nothing. If you want to be humiliated
then I’ll put Sparky’s collar on you and I advise you not to test my limits so
that this happens.”
He screamed right into your face and you cried even more.
“YOU FUCKED HER HERE!”
You sobbed and threw your head back, squirming against your restraints. This seemed to catch him off guard. He surely didn’t expect that!
“You fucked her here.”
You repeated and closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks. You felt so dirty and humiliated. Eric starred at you for a few seconds before he blinked and stood up.
“I have to prepare some things. Be a good
girl and wait here, it won’t take long!”
He let his hand brush softly over your cheek but you turned away. You only heard as he turned off the light before he closed the door behind him. And once more your were enveloped by darkness.
So yeah, tell me if I should continue! I really need some advice on the smut! Do you guys want it to happen? Or rather not? Like I said, it’d be some kind of non-consensual passive smut at first so yeah. Tell me!