inside out pants

student info: Junk, the student assistant librarian

The library is an odd place, and the librarians are an odd bunch. There’s the research librarian who hunts monsters; there’s the one who smells like fig newtons and seems to live and breathe books and only books, as if bound somehow to the library itself; there’s the… some guy, you think, who helps with reshelving (and “some guy” is not at all an accurate description of… whoever or whatever he is, but you don’t dare risk any other description) and, of course, the head librarian. The head librarian is called Irons, and her name suits her. Mrs. Irons is rarely seen, but when she does show up, everything- everything- falls silent. They say Mrs. Irons once shushed the Wild Hunt. You almost believe it. They say she learned the true name of one of the Gentry, and put him to work in the library as an unpaid intern. You don’t know about that, but you don’t look up when you hear some guy shuffling a book cart around the shelves.

And then there’s the student assistant librarian.

The student assistant librarian is exhausted and stressed all the time. Usually she says her name is Junk, but sometimes she gets confused and introduces herself as something else instead- not ever her true name, no, just whatever she happens to blurt out. She’s used to false names. She wears boots with iron hobnails and sweaters inside out and cargo pants with a hundred things in their pockets; her hair is usually uncombed but always smells of witch hazel. She’s tall, but she has the sort of permanent stoop you get from keeping your eyes on the ground all your life. She’s personable, but she doesn’t do well when conversations go off script. She never makes eye contact, and her dark eyes move oddly when she looks around- as though there are things in the room she wants to avoid seeing. She lies as often as she tells the truth, seemingly without reason. Her lies are always either entirely inconsequential or unconvincing to the point of absurdity, but she always delivers them with the same impossibly straight face.

The job is minimum-wage work study; you’re not sure how many hours they’re even allowed to give a student each week, but it seems like Junk is always in the library. There’s a dingy old microwave behind the circulation desk and a pile of clothes from the lost and found that could conceivably be a bed, if you’re an exhausted college student who doesn’t want to risk the trek back across campus at three in the morning. (Any time but three in the morning, freshmen quickly learn- you can be a night owl all you like, but three in the morning is not our time.) 

The student assistant librarian, whose name is usually Junk, is on the brink of flunking all her classes and always behind on reshelving. This is understandable. She is a student and an assistant librarian, but the real task of the student assistant librarian has little to do with either of those things. The library is an odd place and it is full of odd things, things odder even than the librarians. It is the task of the student assistant librarian to provide protection between the library and the students. She wanders the shelves with silver studs in her ears, washers on a chain around her neck, salt in her boots, a hand-crank flashlight in her pocket, and a crumpled guide to the Dewey Decimal system in her hand. She recites a poem as she walks, not because it keeps her safe but just because it’s her favorite stim: feeling the rhymes and rhythms on her own tongue, finding the patterns, finding the sense. It helps keep her calm- and she needs to be calm when she walks the shelves. 

She finds the students who have wandered into danger; she finds the danger that has wandered into the library. She sorts things out. She chews her lips bloody inside every time she goes into the deep shelves, but she sorts things out. She knows exactly how to deal with the Gentry, and exactly how to avoid dealing with them. She is not all-powerful, nor does she think of herself as particularly heroic, but she is smart and she is stubborn and when you are in her library you will be safe.

There’s a rumor that Junk was born with the Sight. You’re not sure if that’s true- you’re not sure if that’s possible- but when you look at her, this strange gangling girl who strides into the deep shelves every night for minimum wage and strides back out again with lost students at her side, this girl who knows every rule for every interaction with the Gentry, this girl that lies as easily as breathing and once accidentally introduced herself as Captain Kirk, this girl that you once saw crying into a cup of E-Z Mac behind the circulation desk… when you look at her, you think that if anyone was ever born with the Sight, it was probably Junk.

You do not envy her that.

She has a cat, officially registered with the school as a support animal for her autism. It is grey, a bit chubby, incredibly loving, dumb as a box of rocks and about as energetic, and all in all one of the most aggressively mundane animals you’ve ever seen. Perhaps that’s why the Gentry have never messed with it- or maybe that’s because Junk has always ensured that the cat is as protected as it is possible for any animal to be: an iron-buckled collar of brass bells, fur washed with witch hazel water she’s left in the moonlight, salt packets sewn into its support animal vest, no name given, and always at her side. It does not chase mice in the library. It does not chase anything at all, nor has it ever attempted to drink or eat from the offerings that students leave out. Maybe, upon reflection, it isn’t actually that dumb.

On the occasions she actually manages to make it to class, she usually falls asleep on her tiny desk within ten minutes. Even in small classes, most of her classmates don’t want to wake her. Student assistant librarian is not an easy job, and it is only decency to allow her rest where she can find it. Her grades suffer, but she will return to the library for her shift, and when you are in her library, you will be safe.

Junk doesn’t have a major. Even after two years, she’s still muddling through her gen eds. She doesn’t often talk about her family- at least, she doesn’t often tell the truth about them- but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love them. Sometimes, at Elsewhere, it’s best to keep the things you love secret. Her family, whoever they are, wherever they are, are proud that their daughter made it to university. They do not know about her job, or the duty that comes along with it. They especially do not know about her grades.

Finals week is hard on everyone, but it also means that the number of students in the library increases tenfold- and so does the number of other things. Finals week is the most dangerous time of year, more dangerous even than the ravages of Spring Break, and it is the duty of the student assistant librarian to provide protection between the library and the students. She stays up all night herding the desperate studiers out of the unsafe places; she takes her exams as quickly as she can (too quickly) and then races back to the library to fetch those who have gone missing in her absence. It is not uncommon to see Junk full-on sprinting down the campus sidewalks during finals week, lanky limbs akimbo, hair wild, cat peeking out of her backpack. As hard as she runs, though, she never cuts a corner from the safe pathways. 

Not a single student has been Taken* from the library since she started work- an unprecedented record. She’s proud of that, even and especially on days when she’s too exhausted to put three sentences together, let alone write a timed essay. It seems unfair to give a job like this to a full-time student, and it is- but there is something about it that’s vital that the student assistant librarian must be both student and librarian. They must be a go-between. They must walk both worlds. They must provide protection.

(*She found a philosophy student halfway to the Barony once, miles past the marble palace in the reference section. He was lost and glamour-dazed, but not yet Taken, not all the way. She gave him half the sandwich she had in her pocket (the other half went back into the pocket, just in case) and led him back to the circulation desk in time for the end of night shift- the journey had been several days, she was certain, but time passed differently in the library. Two weeks later, the same philosophy student went missing from a party, and never reappeared. Junk couldn’t do anything about that; he wasn’t in her library. But no one gets taken from her library.)

Junk never asks for anything in return from the students she rescues from the deep shelves- it is her duty, after all, and duty means a bargain bigger, more binding, and more sacred than any trade between students. Still, it might be a good idea to help her with her classwork. After all, if she flunks out, the school is unlikely to get another student assistant librarian like this one.

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((Hope this is alright! Wasn’t sure how to submit this but… Junk and Mrs. Irons are original characters of mine, sliding into Elsewhere University AU-wise. Anyone who wants to can find out more about them and their other lives (and talk to Junk!) at my blog @deweydeadcimal.))

kerfundlesnatchle  asked:

Hi when will the media become suspicious that when Bruce adopts another kid, batman get a new robin??

well, i don’t actually buy that people pay laser-focus attention to bruce’s life, because he’s kind of like steve jobs but with less of the american dream, and i don’t know anything or care to know anything about steve jobs. i didn’t know kylie jenner was a kardashian until twitter got up in arms about some t-shirt thing. i didn’t know donald trump existed until he started running for president, and he was literally on TV. there’s bound to be more people like me and hal “who the hell is bruce wayne” jordan, who give negative shits. 

the point is, i don’t think bruce wayne is all that famous outside of the circle of people who read business insider or live in gotham city, and if he is nationally famous, it’s because two fabulously rich white people were gunned down in an alleyway and they just so happened to be his parents. it’s not everyday rich white people die violently, so it might have gotten some media coverage. it’s probably listed as the top reason to never visit gotham city in your life in all the travel guide brochures, because if that could happen to them, it’s three times as likely to happen to your average american. the people who are actually going to know, and also care, about bruce wayne having adopted another child are going to be limited to gotham’s wealthy, and those are exactly the people who bruce puts on his act for. once you see a man come into a meeting wearing his pants inside out, you safely rule out any idea that this could potentially be batman. batman broke a man’s arm last night, and the next morning, bruce wayne was in the park waving enthusiastically at pigeons. he uses the back camera to take selfies when he has the newest iphone, do you think this man could really be batman?

that, and there’s also an amount of time between the adopting and the Grand Robining - there has to be at least six months leeway for them to train, and in tim’s case, he wasn’t adopted until after he was already robin. the only one that’s even kind of immediate is damian, and, uh, bruce wasn’t even there. so, no, i don’t think it’s all that obvious to people who don’t already know the Big Secret

Three Seems To Be A Lucky Number

Okay, my sweets, in the grand old tradition of my writing history, I have nervously returned with a completely random sort of Drabble and I would just like to say in advance, I am so sorry that this is what I decided to return with, lmfao, fml. Idek, I just wanted to write something cliched and typical, and I’ve been taking my inspiration where I can get it, so I hope it isn’t as terrible as I worry it might be ^^

♡Lil’ Disclaimer♡
Genre: Smut/Fluff/AU/Might as well be a Drabble for me (less that 5k words)
Requested: My apologies, no.
Warnings: possibly crude smut, other than that, I can’t think of anything. This is a very, very tame one for me ^^)


Originally posted by grape-joon

Originally posted by jeonify


“Just five more push ups, and you’re free to do whatever you want for the rest of the night, I promise…“ It sounds like a nice compromise, I know it does.
But that doesn’t mean it actually is, or that it’s a manageable feat. Which it is not.
What my boyfriend, the guy whose currently playing the role of my drill sergeant, can’t seem to accept, is that my core strength happens to be nonexistent. There is no way I’m doing even one more push up. It’s a miracle I made it to the first five, let alone the even ten this torturer is insisting I achieve. What more does this guy even want from me?
I mean, to me, five seems like a nice solid number. Why try for more?
"Jeon, I really don’t think I can,” I whine, without a hint of grace. My arms feel limp, and I’m not sure my brain can convince my muscles to tense up enough to lift my upper body, even if I wanted to.
“What if I buy you ice cream, is that incentive enough for you?” He offers, quite literally sweetening the deal but I’m still not sure it’s enough, and to be quite frank I just don’t wanna.
Honestly why my lazy ass thought it would be a good idea to date a personal trainer is beyond me. Three months in, and I finally see it was a stupid idea.
“Stop sulking. You asked me to do this remember?” He reminds me, unnecessarily.
I do remember, unfortunately.

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Say It*

An Erik Lehnsherr x Reader Request Fic

So this happened you wicked, wicked nonnie! A fic request I would like to dedicate to you, but you came to me as an anon so I hope you see it. Based off this Ask.

Paring: Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto x Reader  |  Word Count: 1883
Warnings: This is the FULL SMUT people. Super smut, swearing, roughness. NSFW 18+


The cold and heavy weight of the metal wrapped around your wrists, dragged you back and sealed you to the steel support beam before you could even offer a token protest. “Erik! What… what are you…?”

“Do you know what it does to me?” he asked, gliding slowly out of the shadows.

“What?” you asked, barely a whisper, taking in the vision he was in his tux, tie hanging loose, top buttons undone on his shirt, a glass of dark amber liquid clenched in his fist. Ice rattled in the glass when he lifted it to his lips.

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anonymous asked:

Hey if you're up for any prompts how about Supercorp at a halloween party?

Not a HP prompt, but a smutty halloween Supercorp prompt!


Ever since Kara’s first Halloween party where she had misunderstood the instructions of ‘dress as what scares you most’ and had turned up in a home-made costume of a toaster made out of cardboard, she had stuck to the more ‘traditional’ costumes.

This year she had decided on a vampire- black leather pants that showed off all her curves, a black corset that pushed her breasts up, and knee high boots over the leather trousers.

Her make-up was smokier than usual and her hair styled to look more akin to Supergirl’s curls rather than the usual Kara Danvers look, loosely falling down her shoulders.

Blood red lips with a glimpse of fangs peeking out completed her look.

She told herself she hadn’t picked the sexiest costume she could find because she wanted a certain brunette CEO to notice her.

She told herself that the lunch dates between her and Lena had become more frequent because that’s just what friends did.

She told herself that Lena was just being friendly when she held onto their hugs for seconds longer than was strictly necessary.

Kara walked in to the ballroom that had been decorated for the annual L. Corp Halloween party. She smoothed out the non existent wrinkles from her trousers one last time and looked back up, her eyes searching for Lena.

Kara’s eyes went wide the moment she saw the CEO; Lena was wearing a Supergirl costume… a very good Supergirl costume…

As Kara remembered how to breath, she walked closer to Lena and realised the costume was almost too good to be a costume- it was almost an exact replica of her actual suit!

Her eyes roamed over the gorgeous woman in front of her; from the knee high red leather boots and the pale skin of her bare thighs, to the incredibly short skirt that was even shorter than the one in Kara’s closet. Her eyes finally landed on Lena’s chest and the House of El crest emblazoned across it, her stomach flipped a little to see the woman wearing the symbol of her house.

The fact that Lena had decided against a blonde wig, and had instead chosen to keep her natural colour and wear her hair down took Kara’s breath away.

Lena was similarly experiencing what she figured to roughly be her 79th gay panic in direct relation to Kara Danvers. Those pants were far too tight and Lena actually brought her hand up to her mouth to check for drool at witnessing Kara’s bare biceps. There was no way she was making it through the evening without slipping up about her feelings for the reporter.

‘Lena!’ Kara exclaimed when she was within normal human hearing range, ‘you look amazing!’

‘Looking good yourself’ Lena blushed at the compliment, ‘do I have to worry about you wanting to take a bite of me?’

‘Only if you ask nicely…’ Kara winked, surprising herself at her own brazenness.

Before she could respond, Lena’s attention was pulled away to sort an issue in the kitchen.

She settled for leaning in close to Kara’s ear and whispering ‘Save a dance for me later?’ She smiled as the reported shivered at the breath tickling her ear.

She marched quickly to the kitchen, leaving a flustered reporter behind her, and swiftly dispensed judgement on the chef’s conundrum of whether to serve the next round of canapés without their accompaniment as it had failed to arrive from the supplier. Once that was sorted, Lena quickly headed back out to the party, deciding that she was done playing coy with Kara; she was making a move…

It was another hour before Lena was able to break away from her hosting duties to speak to Kara again, but every few minutes their eyes met across the room, lust evident in every glance.

Finally, Lena was able to politely break free from her conversation with the Metropolis mogul she had been chatting with and sidled up behind Kara. The music from the DJ was blaring out as a mix of costumed bodies moved on the dance floor. Lena gently rested her hand on Kara’s bare arm to get her attention.

‘You really look incredible tonight and I believe you owe me a dance…’

She took the drink from Kara’s hand, placed it on a nearby table and pulled Kara to the edge of the dance floor.

The music thumped around them and in the dim corner of the dance floor their lips were inches away from meeting.

Out of nowhere a member of Lena’s staff appeared, her attention yet again required elsewhere.

Lena looked at Kara apologetically, she spoke quietly to her assistant, but Kara heard every word.

‘I’ll take the call in my office, but after that no more interruptions’

The assistant nodded and moved away to make the necessary arrangements. Lena turned back to Kara ‘Give me 10 minutes?’

Kara nodded and watched Lena head towards the elevator, the one that led to her private office, winking at her and mouthing ‘my office’ just as the doors closed.

Kara spent the next 9 minutes and 50 seconds pacing the ballroom, chasing down the servers scattered around the room with platters of delicious food. Deciding she had waited long enough, she raced towards the stairway, taking the steps two at a time.

Upon reaching the correct floor, Kara found the door to Lena’s office ajar. She pushed lightly on the door which swung open to reveal Lena perched on the edge of her desk.

‘Close the door’ She whispered, and Kara obeyed.

She turned back and watched as Lena walked over to her, her eyes slowly raking over her body, no longer subtle in her glances, before a smirk appeared on her face. Kara’s heart was pounding, Lena held out her hand and led her further into the office.

Kara tried to speak, but was silenced by Lena pressing her lips against her own, her tongue flicking out before seeking entry into her mouth as she backed her towards the door.

Kara tangled her hands into Lena’s hair, kissing back with equal passion, her fingers scratching Lena’s scalp.

Lena pushed Kara up against the closed door, her thigh pushed into Kara’s core, eliciting a moan from Kara as her head fell back against the oak wood door. Lena moved in, alternating between placing light kisses and sucking hard on Kara’s exposed neck. Kara started to grind down onto Lena’s thigh, desperate for some kind of friction.

Lena pulled back slightly to take in the sight of Kara; the contrast between her curled blonde hair and black leather, lips slightly swollen with Lena’s lipstick smudged down her neck.

Lena’s hands came up, running her hands over Kara’s leather clad torso, before growling in frustration at the lack of movement the corset offered. She spun Kara around, who braced herself against the door as Lena started to unlace her corset.

Finally unlaced enough, Kara pulled it off over her head and immediately found herself back in her earlier position with her back pressed against the door, Lena’s hands on her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples, teasing and rolling them between the pads of her fingers. At every change of pressure Kara would whimper and grind down against Lena’s thigh.

Unable to keep herself from touching Lena any longer Kara picked Lena up and walked to the couch, she placed her on it and swung one leg over to straddle her. She brought their lips back together in a passionate kiss as Lena’s hands rested on Kara’s waist and slowly slid down until they cupped Kara’s arse, she gently squeezed and kneaded the flesh through the leather as Kara rolled her hips.

Kara’s hands started touching everything they could reach, palming Lena’s breasts thought the material of her incredibly high quality replica of her Supergirl suit, fingers teasing Lena’s nipples.

Kara’s hands travelled lower and pushed up the red skirt, rubbing the material of Lena’s knickers.

Lena’s hips started to roll, her head falling against the back of the couch, her gasps and moans filled the air; until she uttered a single word; ‘more..’.

‘Tell me what you want Lena’ Kara husked as she continued to rub circles directly over Lena’s clit.

‘I need you inside…’ Lena panted out, raising her hips.

Kara slid her hand inside Lena’s knickers, running her fingers through the wetness, her other hand going back to roll one of Lena’s nipples between her fingers and at the same time slowly entering Lena with two fingers, moaning as she felt Lena stretch to accommodate them.

Lena’s head fell back to hit the top of the sofa as her mouth opened in an attempt to gasp in more oxygen.

‘Faster’ Lena demanded and her moans became louder as Kara complied, reverberating round the office as Kara drove her closer and closer to release. Sensing Lena was close, Kara moved her other hand down to apply direct pressure to Lena’s clit. Instantly Lena’s hips bucked against Kara’s hand as she came.

Kara flopped onto the sofa next to Lena, kissing her neck, her lips, her shoulders- any part of Lena she could reach.

‘I have to admit, I didn’t see today ending like this…’ Kara giggled.

‘Mmmmm, the day is not over yet!’ Lena smirked and rolled to pin Kara to the couch.

They were found by Jess the following morning, cuddled up on the sofa, parts of their costumes strewn across the floor. Jess smiled as she realised she’d won the office poll.

Body Like A Backroad

Writer - Aingeal

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Summary - Dean has been with the reader for a while now, and still as in love as ever. Watching her around the bunker, always gets his memories flowing.

Word Count - 694

Warnings - Singular mention of the boobz and of the thick hipz, Implied smut
(If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - Based on Sam Hunt’s Body Like A Backroad & a little of Chase Rice’s What’s Your Name

Story:

- Dean’s POV -

Sitting at the table in the war room, I couldn’t help but watch Y/n as she wandered around the library. She looked as beautiful as ever… Had me having flashbacks to when I first met her.

The first time I saw her walk by me at the bar, I swear, I damn near fell off my chair.
I knew in that moment, that I needed to get to know her.
She wasn’t just another one night stand bar fling.
No, that girl was something else.

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well this is for you @cloeharrissonasf

bakugou katsuki

Originally posted by insideahobbithole

You found your back into your house from the mini convention you went to. You had dressed up as sailor moon and you still felt the high from going to the con. While walking upstairs to your room, you hummed the sailor moon theme song as you opened the door to your room. “In the name of the moon, I shall puni- huh?” You stopped at the sight of your boyfriend stroking himself on your bed. He abruptly stopped, staring at you with wide eyes and you blinked a few times, wondering if this was a day dream.

“W-well you could’ve fucking knocked!” He shouted from the bed and you smirked. You pointed your staff towards him and said,

“In the name of the moon I shall punish you for trying to get yourself off in my bed!” He looked at you for a moment, his eyes scanning over your figure in the costume before smirking.

“Well I was more of a sailor venus guy but do punish me, sailor moon.”

todoroki shouto

Originally posted by nagittos

He had texted you that he was going to be over at your house while you were gone but you hadn’t told him that the photoshoot you did for your friend was over and that you were home much earlier than expected. You made your way to your room, straightening out your outfit before walking in.

“Hey baby!” You shouted but was greeted by the sight of your very flustered boyfriend who had his hands in his pants.

“H-hey you’re home early.” He said slowly, pulling his hands out from inside his pants.

“I am.” You said, biting your lip while you looked at his slightly panting form.

“I missed you.” He said slowly, his eyes travelling up your form. You smirked down at him before crawling onto your bed.

“I missed you too, but in the name of the moon, i’ve got to punish you.” You mumbled as his hands placed themselves on your hips.

“Oh yeah?”

dabi

Originally posted by necroesthe

You told him you were going to swing by his house after the costume fitting. You were still dressed in your sailor moon cosplay when you briskly made it to his room. You heard the tv running like usual so you thought nothing was up when you opened the door to his room.

“Holy shi-” You saw Dabi pull a blanket over his lap and you vaguely saw that he had his pants down. It took a second to click with you but when it did, you smirked and walked over to his bed.

“Well, having fun?” You asked and the boy stared at you before smirking.

“Well sailor moon, what will you do about it?” He asked, slowly beginning to tug the blanket off of his lap. “I’m a villain who’s doing something he shouldn’t what will you do?” You slung your legs across his lap, holding your staff under his chin.

“In the name of the moon, I shall punish you.”

Bartenders and Bud-light

Lin x Reader

Word Count:4,209 (I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened :/)

Disclaimers: Alcohol mention, 1 curse word? 

A/N: This is my first fanfic of any kind, so feedback is definitely welcome!! I took a prompt online “you make eye contact with a stranger across” and just ran with it. Thank you @secretschuylersister for reading it over!! I hope you all enjoy (cause I enjoyed writing it!!) 

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Afternoon Gifts 4

Cute baby fluff <3 Yaay!


The first week is hard. It’s much harder than Prompto thought it would be, not that he expected anything to be easy, but still. Noctis sleeps like the dead and babies crying in the middle of the night don’t scratch the surface of his conscious.

They decided to keep the two little one’s near them, both because the nursery wasn’t really ready yet and because closeness seemed like the best idea. It was a new bond for all of them after all. Prompto doesn’t regret it, but he really wishes Noctis wasn’t a log.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm not sure whether you take requests but I love your writing, especially Philophobia, and would love to see some more high school caretaking stuff. Maybe Tim is sick and Jay looks after him / worries about him or something?

Hi Nonnie! Oh my gosh thank you so much! :) Here ya go:


“There he is!” Roy jabs Jason in the arm painfully. It causes the pen Jason’s holding in his hand to scratch a line of black ink down the center of his homework. He frowns, worried that teacher will take off points for the mess. If Roy just ruined his perfect GPA so help him…

Then his words fully process and Jason turns to the front of the room so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. Because there he was. The he that has haunted Jason’s thoughts ever since he asked Jason to borrow some gum in the seventh grade, five years ago, even though they haven’t spoken since. The he that Kori and Roy have teased Jason relentlessly over, because nothing makes Jason a nervous wreck like he does.

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anonymous asked:

Supercorp: Continuation of when Lena returns from Paris. When they both go to Tokyo.

The follow up to this;

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9543839/chapters/22157072


Lena looked subtly down at her watch; the merger meeting was supposed to have finished over thirty minutes ago- the sale had been settled hours ago, but the company L. Corp was going into business with felt the need to continue to explain why it was such a beneficial merger. It was taking all of Lena’s will power to continue to pay attention.

Lena’s phone lit up next to her, breaking her concentration on the presentation that was happening in front of her;

Hey, I thought your meeting was supposed to have finished by now?

Lena smiled; she loved that Kara had ‘convinced’ her to let her to come along this time, but they hadn’t been able to spend too much time together. They had planned to go out for a meal tonight- Lena looked at her watch and cursed; they were probably going to have to postpone the meal.

I’m sorry darling, the meeting wont end! We’re probably not going to make our reservation.

She could almost picture Kara’s pout upon reading the message.

A couple of minutes later Lena was distracted by her phone lighting up again. This time, a picture of the bed in their hotel room popped up, a pair of black four inch heels, black lace underwear and a garter belt on the duvet.

That’s a shame…

Lena felt her face flush slightly and was very grateful she was sitting at the back of the conference room. Just as she was about to reply, applause filled the room as the presentation finally came to a close.

Lena placed her phone down and stood to shake the hands of those she would now be working with.

It took another twenty minutes to exchange pleasantries with the employees of the latest addition to L. Corp, and just as Lena thought she was finally free to go home to Kara, a waitress arrived with a tray of drinks. Lena scooped up her phone to message Kara;

They’re having celebration drinks. I’ll be back asap, I promise I’ll make it up to you.

Lena picked up a glass of champagne and toasted to the future of L. Corp; she was rather pleased with the deal- with the new technology at her disposal she could truly work towards turning L. Corp into a force for good.

She nearly spat out her mouth of champagne at the next photo that came through; Kara had put on the underwear from earlier and had sent a picture of her cleavage.

Are you sure I can’t entice you to come back earlier?

Lena groaned; she couldn’t leave immediately, that would be considered rude, but her girlfriend was currently alone in their hotel room clad in the most sinfully delicious underwear she had ever seen.

Give me 15 mins and I’ll be in a taxi…

Lena calculated that she couldn’t leave any earlier that that, so started moving round the room to interact with people and say her goodbyes.

Finally, just over fifteen minutes later, Lena was sat in the back of a taxi clenching her thighs together as the latest image from Kara lit up her screen; Kara was reclined back on the couch in their suite, her fingers disappearing down the top of her lace panties.

Hurry back, or I’ll have to start without you…

Lena was out of the taxi before it had even fully stopped and thrust some money at the driver before striding into the hotel and towards the elevator.

She managed to send a quick message to Kara to tell her she was on her way up and walked quickly towards their hotel room the moment the doors opened.

She used her key card to open the door and walked through, expecting to see Kara on the couch. The living room was empty. Lena placed her bag down and hung up her coat, thinking her girlfriend must be in the bedroom, when her phone lit up once again;

Strip.

Lena inhaled sharply. Kara obviously wanted to be in control.

Another message appeared on the screen;

Wait by the couch.

Lena removed her heels and placed them by the door, her shirt and skirt quickly followed, folded neatly and placed on the nearby armchair. She paused for a moment contemplating whether to keep her underwear on or not, before deciding that the command to strip would mean removing everything. Her underwear joined the rest of her clothes and Lena padded barefoot towards the centre of the room, scrunching her toes into the soft rug.

Lena considered where to sit, before realising exactly what Kara wanted from her; she wanted her pliant and waiting, she wanted her willing and submissive. Lena was only too happy to oblige; her week had been full off too many decisions that affected too many people, she just wanted to not have to think.

She sank to her knees by the couch and waited.

In the bedroom Kara had heard Lena finally return and sent the message with the demand to strip. She heard the sharp inhale followed by the sound of a zip being lowered. She heard the sound of footfalls on the soft rug and knew Lena was waiting for her. She picked up the silk tie she had placed at the bottom of the bed and walked out to meet her girlfriend.

Kara hummed in appreciation as she saw Lena on her knees, her back towards Kara; it seemed that Lena was looking for the same kind of night that Kara had been hoping for.

The moment Lena heard the sound of heels on the wooden floor, a shiver ran down her spine in anticipation. There were no other sounds in the room aside from the steady clack of Kara’s heels as she walked towards Lena.

‘You brought me all the way to Tokyo and then cancelled our plans for this evening…’ Kara said, breaking the silence. She leaned over behind Lena and ran her tongue over the shell of Lena’s ear, ‘I was so looking forward to wearing this particular set of underwear for you, but as you bailed on me,  you don’t get to see it…’

Lena whined, but didn’t move. Suddenly her world was plunged into darkness as Kara tied the silk blindfold round her head. ‘Is that ok?’ she said softly, checking in with Lena and smiled when she saw Lena nod.

‘Good girl’ she husked and bit gently on Lena’s earlobe before moving to sit on the couch in front of Lena. ‘Now, you promised to make it up to me…’ Kara left the sentence unfinished, hoping that Lena would figure out the rest.

Kara watched as Lena thought though her options before slowly easing forward on her knees, her hands guiding her until they came to rest on Kara’s knees. She pushed them open and slowly kissed her way up Kara’s right leg until she heard Kara’s breath hitch. Lena pulled away and felt her way back down to Kara’s other knee and repeated the process.

When she reached the apex of Kara’s thighs she gently ran her tongue over the material damp with Kara’s arousal.

Kara moaned above her as Lena continued to teasingly stroke the lace with her tongue, her own hand coming up to lazily graze her nipples through the fabric of her bra.

Lena contemplated tying to remove Kara’s panties,  but decided that trying to do so while blindfolded, especially as Kara was still wearing the garter belt, was not going to end well. Instead, she ghosted her fingers up each of Kara’s legs, and hooked one set of her fingers underneath the damp material, pulling to one side, while stroking Kara’s clit with her other fingers.

Lena felt Kara’s fingers tangle themselves into her hair, gently pushing her forwards once again. Lena resumed her earlier position, but made longer, harder strokes with her tongue, lapping at Kara’s soaked folds.

‘I need you inside…’ Kara panted out, her hips canting slightly to allow Lena better access.

Lena obliged and slipped two fingers in, moaning as she felt Kara stretch to accommodate them.

‘Faster’ Kara demanded and Lena increased her speed, listening to Kara falling apart above her. She  grazed her teeth over Kara’s clit and immediately soothed it with her tongue and Kara bucked.

‘Fuck… Lena’ Kara gasped out as she glanced down; the sight on Lena of her knees, blindfolded, pushing her closer to the edge.

Upon hearing the obscenity leave Kara’s lips, Lena curled her fingers and sucked hard; Kara came with a loud cry, her back arching off the couch.

Lena remained on her knees until she felt Kara feel for the knot in the blindfold.

‘Keep your eyes closed- it’ll be bright’ Kara murmured as she removed the silk tie.

Lena was thankful for the dim lights and slowly opened her eyes, allowing them to readjust.

Lena marvelled at the sight that greeted her; Kara in black lace and stockings with mussed hair from sex- she looked like a goddess.

‘Come on’ Kara held out her hand to help Lena to her feet, ‘the bed must be comfier; although, I do quite like you on your knees…’

Lena chuckled and at the last moment reached for the silk blindfold; Kara looked at her quizzically.

‘I rather liked it…’ Lena explained as she headed towards the bedroom.

Kara grinned as she followed her girlfriend and wondered when it would be a good time to bring up the fact she had brought multiple silk ties with her…

Russefeiring (Russ Celebration)

Russefeiring er en tradisjon som startet i 1905, da menn med høyere utdanning hadde på seg røde russeluer. Uteksaminering i Norge blir feiret før eleven faktisk er ferdig med skolegangen sin. Russefeiringen er en måte elevene i Norge feirer at de fergid med 13 års skolegang. Denne feiringen starter allerede nesten ett år før uteksamineringen. Da drar alle elevene på russekro, med russebuksa på vranga. Nå klokka blir 12:00 på kvelden, vrir alle buksa riktig vei, for da blir de russ. Etter 17. mai toget, har russen sin egen parade; russetoget. Her går de iført russebukser, skriver store plakater om hva de står for, eller ting de ønsker å endre med samfunnet.

“Russefeiring” is a tradition that started in 1905, when men who had attained higher education wore red caps. Graduation in Norway is actually celebrated before the student has completed their schooling. This celebration is a way for the students in Norway to celebrate that they are completing 13 years of schooling. The celebration starts almost one year before the actual graduation. All the students go to bars (russekro) with their pants inside out. At midnight, everyone changes and turns their pants the right way because that’s when they officially become a russ. After the May 17 parade, the russ have their own parade, the russ parade. Here they wear the “russpants”, create huge posters explaining what they believe in or things they wish to change in society.

Utdanning - Education

Videregående skole - High school

Uteksaminering - Graduation

Å feire - To celebrate

Skolegang - Education

Russekro - Russ inn

Vrang - Inside out

Å hygge seg - To enjoy

Russetog - Russ parade

Samfunn - Society

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photoskinned eyebrows: starts assignments as soon as they’re set, has their whole future planned out, gets 12 hours of sleep a night, calls their mother every sunday, jogs

alpha eyebrows: stays up until 6am then sleeps all day, puts empty cartons back in the fridge, forgets to water their plants, turns their pants inside out, eats week old leftover rice

Ex-wife tries to take everything from me, then asks me if I would be kind enough to take some of her clothes to her.

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This is kind of a two-fer. First, when my ex-wife and I were still married, she got mad at me for “ruining” her clothes by washing them. She told me, “If you can’t separate my clothes properly, I don’t want you washing them at all.” My ex was a really entitled person who had never lived on her own, aside from living with me, she’d only ever lived at home with her parents where everything was done for her. Her mom didn’t cook or clean or do anything, either. They had a maid for that (and still do). When she told me she didn’t want me washing her clothes, I said, “Okay.” She said, “I’ll just do them myself.” She never did. She complained that I didn’t separate her clothes properly, but in a previous discussion, I’d pointed out that she wants me to separate her clothes for her, but she doesn’t even separate her pants from her underwear. She took them off in what I called “fireman style.” She took them off all at once, leaving the pants inside out with the underwear still attached to them, like a fireman’s pants and boots.

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Justin pushes you down on your knees and fists your hair. You whimper out and he looks at you with a mix of anger and lust. 

“Now you are gonna suck it bitch, you wanted to apologize so fucking show me how much you are sorry. Suck my dick, and it better be real good” He shouts at you as he pulls on your hair. He pulls out his his already hard throbbing dick and shoves it into your mouth, not giving you a chance to argue. You take it all and almost gag on him, his is huge. 

“That’s your job, to cook and suck my cock for me when I want it ya hear me?” He growls out at you as you pump him in and out of your aching mouth. He grunts and groans as you lick and suck every inch of him. You moan out onto his dick in response as he fists your hair and pushes your head deeper onto his length. Suddenly he pushes you off him and grabs you by the arm, pulling you up and pushes you back onto the wall.

Justin pushes himself flush against you and hitches up your dress. His hands graze your thighs and his fingers trace your center. You whimper out as he grabs your ass and braces you against the cold wall. You feels his hands yank down the front of your dress and he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples as he breathes harshly into your ear. He rips the dress from you and growls out as you moan out. He pushes you hard against the wall and you steady yourself with your hands. His hand palms your ass and he brings it down hard against your cheek.

“This is gonna be hard and rough and ya gonna like it” Justin hisses as you feel him pull down his pants behind you and run his hard erection against you. Your breathing hitches and you moan out as he fills you up with one hard long thrust. He stretches you out even now, and you cry out in pleasure. He slams into you hard and fast as he grabs onto your waist and continues to spank your ass cheeks over and over, almost like he is punishing you. You moan out incoherently as he fucks you hard.

“Take it you dirty little whore” He grunts out as he pulls your hair back and arches your back towards him. You hiss out in pain as he grabs your neck and pushes into you hard at this new angle. He hits your G spot and grinds against your clit and you scream out as you feel your walls beginning to contract around his hard dick.

“Please Justin…” You cry out as you near your orgasm, you can feel it build within you, the fire in your belly, the tightening and tingles spreading and coursing through every inch of you.

He bucks into you harder and faster as you finally hit the high you are craving so bad. You scream out and fall apart around him, clamping down around him. You scream out, and arch back into him as you ride out the pure blissful high.

Justin thrusts deep into you as he finally crashes over the edge, spilling everything he has deep inside of you and grunting out loud, as he grabs your waist harshly grinding into you deeply, as you milk him dry. He slaps your cheek hard as he jerks and throbs inside of you.

You pant out hard as he falls against you. He pulls out and watches as your combined juices run down your thighs. He grabs you spins you around, still breathless.

He tucks himself away and grabs your face in his hands, bringing you into a hard kiss. He smirks at you and he grabs in between your legs, as you whimper out. 

“Now, be a girl little whore and go cook me dinner, because I am not done with you yet girl. You are gonna spend the rest of the night with my cock in your mouth. You wanted to apologize and don’t worry, you will. I’m gonna ruin that pussy of yours.” He chuckles evilly as he breathes into your ear.

“Yes Justin” You nod, as he grabs your chin with his hand.

“There’s a good girl” He smirks triumphantly. You walk away and he slaps you hard on your bare ass.

Dadbod: Part 7

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I woke up with a massive boner and excitedly stumbled down the stairs to have sex with Kevin. What I saw when I got to the couch elicited mixed emotions of shock, dismay, and arousal. Kevin was sprawled on the couch, pizzas gone, and the faint smell of body odor filling the room. His skin was greasy and his pit-stained tank top rode up to reveal bright red stretch marks across his lower belly. This development happened over night. His facial hair was beginning to leave “scruffy” territory and developing into a messy beard that surrounded bright pink lips emanating a monstrous snore. Next to him, a massive splattering of jizz stained the couch. Altogether, Kevin looked like a fat, dirty, mess of a piglet.

“Well look at you,” I proclaimed, stirring Kevin from his sleep.

“Mmph,” he grunted, “Thanks for the BJ last night.”

“Excuse me? I didn’t suck you off last night. That must have been a pretty hot dream though judging from the stain you left on the couch,” I nodded towards his dried up load.

“Huh? Oh Jesus, my wife’s gonna kill me.” His gaze drifted from the couch to his rounded out belly. “The fuck? Are these stretch marks? Oh man am I in for it when she gets back.”

“Well there’s no turning back now,” I said. “I’ve spread out almost all the remaining food in the dining room. We have to get all that inside of you before tomorrow morning. I’m not sure if it’s possible.”

Kevin lumbered to the dining room and proclaimed, “Oh shit! Good thing my stomach is growling after last night.”

For the next few hours Kevin plowed through all the food he could get his hands on. At this point, there was no denying his appetite had increased. He seemed so focused and was making such progress that I didn’t dare interrupt his feeding for our hourly ice cream chugs. He began to slow down but there was still more than enough food to last us into the night. Eventually, he grabbed three pints of half-melted ice cream and plopped down on the couch. He began spooning the creamy substance into his mouth and I didn’t say a word. It was clear there was no stopping Kevin from completing this challenge. Once the final drop of ice cream was gone, he leaned back and fell into a deep sleep.

I let Kevin snooze on the couch for the next few hours while I toiled away in the kitchen preparing the last of our food stuffs. When I was done, the table was covered with the following: one bowl consisting of three boxes of mac n cheese, a towering burrito bowl and tortilla chips, half a chocolate cake, a pitcher and a half of beer, and a dozen donuts. There was also two pints of ice cream left. Once I was finished, I woke Kevin up to feed him some ice cream.

“Can I just eat it normally?” He said.

I agreed and brought him a spoon. I sat on the couch next to him and in a surprising act of intimacy, Kevin ruffed up my hair and kissed my temple.

“These have been a crazy few days, Brad,” he said.

I was taken aback. I couldn’t recall Kevin saying my name once since we met. Even on his phone my contact was saved as “Twink Feeder.”

“I mean, look at me,” he continued. “I’m a fat mess.”

“Eh, there’s always room to grow,” I chuckled.

“Seriously, I’ve never been this heavy in my life. I’m loving it, too. Especially how soft this fat pad is getting… I’ve never experienced that.”

“I know I’m biased, but it really does suit you. You have a solid build to carry the extra weight.”

“Thanks, man. Couldn’t have done it without you. For real. Although the wife is gonna freak,” Kevin chuckled and there was a brief moment of silence after. “You know,” he paused again. “We’re having another kid. She’s pregnant again.”

“Oh, um.” I didn’t know what to say. “Congratulations?”

Kevin laughed, “Sorry, didn’t mean to drop that on you, man. It’s of no interest to you I guess.”

“No, thanks for telling me,” I said. “So… I just… I’m curious. Your wife is really okay with all this? Gaining? Fucking boys? Sorry, I know it’s none of my business but it’s just so unusual.”

“Yeah, she’s always known I was bi and we each step out for some extracurricular fun now and again. The gaining however… that’s a secret. She has no idea and I’d like to keep it that way. Understand?”

“Totally! Makes sense. Stop me if I’m prying, but knowing that now… how did she react that night after the buffet?”

“That’s quite the story, actually,” Kevin began, “So I had told the ball and chain that I was going for a jog and would pick up my prescription while I was out. I figured this would buy me enough time for our little stuffing session. So, as you know, I left the buffet with my fat ass hanging out of a rip in my shorts, but I couldn’t just skip the pharmacy. So I go inside, belly hanging out, pants ripped, bloated beyond belief, and, naturally, I run into my old baseball teammate from high school. He, of course, was slim and muscular as ever. When he saw me he had to do a double take. He looked right by me at first! We chatted for a bit and I made sure to keep my ass facing the opposite direction. I was surprised when he grabbed the roll of fat that was hanging out of my shirt and made a comment about how I shouldn’t still be wearing clothes from high school. This made my dick chub up a bit, which I think he noticed, because afterward he squeezed my side, leaned in, and told me I looked hotter than ever. I gave him a slap on the ass and told him I’d be in touch, then walked away to give him a view of my fat, naked ass. I’d always assumed he was gay.”

“That can’t be true,” I muttered.

“One hundred percent. And when I got home, everyone was asleep. I peeled of my shirt and tossed the pants in the trash can outside. When I got in bed I was told I smelled like Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. I cuddled up to her with my belly pushed into her lower back. She turned around and said: ‘Seriously, Kevin? Feels like you jogged straight to McDonald’s. You’re bloated beyond belief, you’ve really gotta slow down on the food.’ And that was it. After that, we just fell asleep. I had a massive boner of course.”

“Fuck.” I said. “Now I have one too.”

“Then let’s eat,” Kevin grinned. “This tank needs to be filled.”

He got up to head to the dining room and I pushed him back onto the couch, which let out a creaking noise.

“Stay here pig. You’ll get your food delivered straight to your mouth,” I said.

I started with the mac ‘n cheese. I used a serving spoon to shovel mound after mound of gooey pasta into his mouth. It was gone in less than fifteen minutes. I started in on the burrito bowl and chips next but Kevin soon became frustrated with the process. He grabbed the bag of chips and crushed them into pieces. After pouring them all over the bowl, he grabbed the serving spoon and began to feed himself. His cock was rock hard and pulsing beneath my fingers. Once the bowl was licked clean he began grabbing the chunks that had fallen onto his shirt and popping them into his mouth. Before digging into the chocolate cake, he peeled off his tank top and gave his gut a slap.

“Rub my tank, boy,” Kevin demanded.

I did as I was told while he tore through the cake and started in on the donuts. After a couple donuts he also began sloshing back the beer. I’d never seen a man chug carbonated liquid so effortlessly before. I was captivated by my feeding piggy and couldn’t help but suck and lick all the sweaty creases of his belly. His cock was beginning to smell from not taking a shower for so long and it drove me wild. I grabbed his fat pad like a sandwich and sucked and explored it with my tongue. My dick was dripping with precum when Kevin finally finished the remainder of the food on the table and let out a massive belch.

The skin of his belly was stretched taught and his stretch marks looked painfully red. I was shocked that Kevin had depleted the remainder of the food in the house but I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. I pushed Kevin onto his back and reached behind the couch to grab the funnel and a couple pints of double fudge ice cream I had hidden. I strapped him up and hoisted his chubby legs into the air. Easing my cock into his smelly hole, I began to pour the ice cream. The more he moaned the faster my thrusts became. I was on the edge of busting a nut when Kevin swallowed the last drop of ice cream, ripped off the funnel, and flipped me onto my back.

“You want your hole filled with grimy pig cock?” He said while sliding his dick into me.

I moaned and nodded. His dick felt amazing inside my ass and his distended tummy rubbed my cock with each thrust. His stink was overwhelming and I could taste chunks of food still in his beard. He was hitting just the right spot and I was so aroused that I couldn’t even touch my cock in fear I would instantly come. As his pace quickened I noticed that not only did his belly bounce, but so did his chubby pecs, thighs, and arms. He wrapped his hands around my neck and began to squeeze my throat as he pounded away at my hole. Our moans were reaching increasingly high decibel levels when there was a sudden CRACK and we each tumbled off the couch. Kevin landed on the coffee table causing it to fall flat to the ground, remnants of food exploding out from underneath him.

We looked towards the couch to see what had happened and one of the wooden legs had snapped beneath the weight of our fucking. There was a slight moment of shock before we each were even more aroused than before. I climbed back on top of Kevin’s pulsing, fat cock and strapped the funnel to his face, pouring the final pint of ice cream down his greedy throat. Only half the pint got down before it slipped from my hands and covered us in a dark, creamy sludge. I wrapped my lips around Kevin’s slight double chin while he continued to pound my ass. My dick was trapped between my torso and his beer gut and the motion of his thrusting caused me to release a massive load of jizz between our sticky, sweaty, bodies. Almost immediately afterward Kevin busted his nut inside of me. Exhausted, I lay limp on top of his bloated body. A mess of sticky ice cream, food remnants, and snapped wood surrounded us.

I shut my eyes and awoke five hours later as Kevin lifted me off of him. We each stood up and looked around in awe.

“Okay,” Kevin paused, “my wife returns in a few hours. You will clean up all the food and scrub all the surfaces. I’ll make a quick fix to the couch and then run to Wal-Mart to replace the coffee table.”

It was exhausting work, but after hours of toiling away the house looked good as new, Kevin was showered and it was time for me to go home. Kevin and I stood in the entryway facing each other.

“Well,” Kevin began, “this has without a doubt been the sexiest few days of my life. I mean, not a single shirt in this closet covers my gut anymore.”

“Guess it’s time for some new clothes,” I grinned, “because I want to keep stuffing you until you’re twice this size.”

“About that,” Kevin said.

My heart dropped. This couldn’t be the end of things.

“We can’t keep seeing each other,” he continued. “I have another baby on the way, and I need to be in shape for my children. I can’t overstate how amazing this has been, but I need to lead a healthy life for my kids. Tomorrow, I’m starting a diet.”

BillDip Week 2017, Day 7: Getting Through A Supernatural Situation

It’s always fun to collaborate for the fandom. I look forward to the next BillDip Week. I hope everyone has had as much fun as I did.

This is a new story that is in process, some of you can read the first idea in chapter 51 of my BillDip Week that can be found in AO3.

Notes and Warnings: Maybe some angst, sorry not sorry.

For what lasts

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