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veritable-trash · 2 years ago

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dudeeeeeeeeeeeeee

This is everything!!!!! Honestly the hatred and pain and continued spiral of emotions the reader is going through is absolutely deliciousssss to read it’s just so real I love that she’s not just falling straight back into him. There’s a true honest and bloody betrayal there that isn’t something one simply glosses over. It’s deep and devastating and the way you’re writing it is honestly triple chefs kiss

Also can I just say that Jacob is a cherub angel baby and I love him and honestly my man my man my man

I wanna date him screw Marcus the way you’re writing this cutie has one ME over ten fold(but also let’s me real angsty Marcus I’m actually sweating through my clothes)

ALSO the way you’re pulling in more characters from the original show we stan miss ma’am is a WRITER baby and we love to see it

Ok gonna go read the next and then slowly wither away while I wait for more xoxoxoxoxoxo <333333

run to you: chapter five

marcus pike x f!reader

A/N: life is hectic atm but i'm so glad to finally get this out! i swear i'm gonna get around to replying to all of your lovely comments on chapter four. i really appreciate your love and support for this story and i'm forever thanking you, even if i don't get around to replying as quick as i want! so not a lot of marcus and reader in this chapter, like... at all lmao, but the storyline is now picking up and we can fasten our seatbelts for the turbulent ride ahead. enjoy, angels! x

Summary: Following on from ‘Traitor’ and 'You’re Somebody Else’. An unexpected visitor throws you right back into the life you thought you left behind. Working beside the man that put you behind bars is one thing, pretending like you never loved him is another.

Word count: just over 4.5k

Warnings: angst, swearing, the bestest golden retriever himbo bff, talk of crime and undercover operations, mentions of heartache, mentions of jail/being incarcerated, talk of murder/bodies, smutty flashback (18+ only), Patrick Jane, super brief blink-and-you-miss-it Lisbon appearance (poor marcus bb is not doing good rn lmao SUFFER BITCH), and the usual warning: bitter saltiness that only one man brings to life in us

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This story will have explicit sexual scenes in the future so 18+ only.

He’s hovering.

At first, it’s almost easy to ignore—you think he’s just watching you paint with a small sense of curiosity and would move away once boredom finds him, but you’ve never been one for people looming over your shoulder for an extended period of time, and so the irritation quickly starts to seep in.

The hand holding the paintbrush drops, and you look expectantly at him while knocking your headphones off of one ear, “Can I help you, agent?”

Jacob leans on the table next to you and tears into the homemade sub in his hands, chewing loudly as a small smearing of mayonnaise gathers at the corner of his lips.

He gives a nod, mumbling around the mouthful of food, “Just makin’ sure you eat.”

You blink in surprise, glancing at the window, “It’s lunchtime already?”

“A bit past,” Jacob replies, moving away now that he has your attention and sits himself on a chair at the table, “but I didn’t want to let you go late without eating. Gotta keep up your energy, Monet—don’t want you running yourself into the ground.”

“Thanks,” you murmur softly, organising your little workstation and rolling your aching shoulders.

The break is surprisingly welcome. You didn’t even realise how long you’d been lost in your work until you stopped, and now the throb in your fingers is all you can focus on. You clench and unclench your hand as you walk to your bag and ready some lunch, careful of the hot food you retrieve from the microwave.

Jacob doesn’t look at you as you seat yourself opposite him, too engrossed in studying the painting hanging on the easel.

“You’re good at this,” Jacob notes, eyeing the almost completed piece waiting to be taken wherever by Marcus’ team, “how’d you get into this stuff? Art school?”

Appetite now gone, you shift in your seat, suddenly far too interested in pushing the rice into small mountains in your glass dish.

Breathe.

He doesn’t know.

“I uh… I actually did it for a living.”

“Oh? Nice.”

There’s no malice in his tone, no mistrust, just pure interest.

He doesn’t glare at you, or pull a face of suspicion. It doesn’t even occur to him that it may have all been under the table and illegal. You feel a little guilty, almost as if you’d been leading him to believe you weren’t a previously convicted criminal. It makes you want to own it, to just speak your truth and let him make his own judgement of your actions.

Maybe it would be best to do so, so he would know where he stands and how he should view you. You’re not a good person, and maybe he deserves to know that. He does deserve to know that.

“It was… it wasn’t legal. That’s how I got caught up in Marcus’ radar,” you admit quietly, briefly letting your eyes meet his and watching the flicker of surprise flash across his features before dropping your gaze again, afraid to watch his warmth and friendliness disappear.

“Oh.”

Nothing is said for a few minutes.

You swear you can feel the seconds trickling by, your nerves picking up and heightening with every silent tick. The small bit of the lunch you’d packed last night and eaten starts to churn uncomfortably in your stomach, swirling with your growing anxiety and threatening to bubble up your throat.

You can’t look at him.

“How’d you get caught?”

“It was a whole thing. Apparently the FBI had been after them—us—for a while… I knew it was big, I wasn’t stupid, but I guess I just tried to ignore the other side of it all. The money was good, and it felt nice. Marcus went undercover—guess they wanted someone on the inside, and I just happened to fall in the trap.”

And fall into the trap you did. You fell good. One look into those warm brown eyes and your walls had crumbled. You still don’t understand how it all happened. If only you could go back and scream at your more naive self, tell her to just walk away and never look back.

God, had you truly been that lonely? To open up so quickly, so easily, with a complete stranger? Would things have played out differently if you had just been stronger and ignored the obvious attraction and turned a cheek to his advances? Would he have just moved on to somebody else for the sake of the case?

It makes you angry, and you don’t have a clue as to why. Maybe it’s because somewhere deep within you, beneath the bitterness and the hurt, you wanted to believe he actually did want you, and not just use you as a means to finish the investigation. You wanted to believe that a part of it, even just a slither of it, was real.

Stupid.

Of course it wasn’t real. None of it was.

Jacob nods in understanding, “So that’s why you hate Pike?”

Hate?

Is that what you feel for him?

The angry side of you says yes. Yes, you hate him and everything he fucking stands for, and that you’d feel this way forever… but it doesn’t sit right, feel right. Maybe you don’t. Maybe hate isn’t what it is. Resentment? Disappointment, perhaps?

“I don’t hate him,” you sigh quietly, giving up on lunch and pushing it away from you, “not… not really. I mean, I did. For months I wished all sorts of horrible shit to happen to him, but I… I don’t know. I guess I just accepted it for what it was after a while. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like him—at all—but I just want to forget it all happened and move on. I want my fresh start, you know? It’s hard seeing him, being around him again, after all the heartbreak.”

“Wait,” Jacob frowns, holding a hand out to stop you from speaking any more, “when you say you ‘fell into the trap’, does that… were you guys a thing? While he was undercover? Was it serious?”

“It was to me,” you admit with a murmur, “even had me picking out a damn wedding dress.”

The laugh that you force from your lips is strained and void of any true humour.

If anything, it’s an attempt to steer the direction of the conversation from diving any deeper into the overwhelming feelings you had for a man that had never existed. It’s humiliating to even think about. Maybe if you laugh about it, the sting of it all won’t hurt as much.

“Oh well,” you breathe, straightening in your seat and twisting your lips to resemble a faint smile, “it’s all in the past. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Jacob watches you play with your food with a look you can’t quite identify. You don’t want to risk looking at him too much, afraid that he’ll see the clear pain swirling in your eyes. The damage has probably already been done. He’s seen it all, and probably more. He’s a Federal Agent—their job relies on reading people on a daily basis.

“Hey,” he mutters, giving you a small comforting smile when you eventually pull your gaze away from the table to look at him, “for what it's worth, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how you must’ve felt. It must’ve been really tough, and I’m sorry you had to go through that alone.”

Your features twist into a frown, “Who said I was alone through it?”

He watches you knowingly for a moment, his brows raising ever so slightly as his small smile turns a little sadder, sympathetic. He’s right, and he knows it. You had been alone. It’d been the most alone you’d ever felt, and you’ll spend the rest of your life hoping to never feel that way again.

Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you give a small shrug and drop your fork with a quiet clatter, “I deserved it.”

“No, you didn’t. Yeah, you’ve made some pretty shit decisions in the past—I’m not debating that, but I like to think of myself as a good judge of character. You’re not a bad person, not like the ones we’re used to.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah, I do.”

There’s nothing but sincerity in his tone. You watch him for a few minutes, eyes darting between his bright green ones and searching for anything that gives you a small feeling of doubt that his words are nothing but a lie.

You find nothing.

A true smile starts to grow along your lips and you dip your head, unable to keep meeting his genuine gaze without feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.

“Thank you, Jacob. I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome, Kahlo.”

It’s quiet, and you feel like you can bear the sight of food again.

Your shoulders feel lighter, the ache in your chest has dissipated. It’s freeing. You hadn’t yet been able to speak on what had happened without someone focusing on the crime part.

The inmates you had bunked with, the counsellors in jail, the people hiring you once you got out… they all had that pre-judgement of you. The title of criminal followed you throughout every interaction, but not here, not with him.

You pick up your fork and start picking at your food, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. The slice of Jacob’s sudden huff cuts through the air, and he throws his almost eaten sub onto the table before crossing his arms in obvious irritation.

“God, what a fuckin’ dick.”

—

Heat—it’s everywhere.

It sticks to your skin, it swells in the pit of your stomach, it builds and builds over your flesh with every deep roll of his body over yours. It should be too much, too overwhelming, but your nails still dig into the soft skin of his back in a silent cry for more.

Just when you think he can’t possibly get any closer, he does. He pushes—crushes—you into the mattress, hands cradling the back of your head in an effort to keep you as close as possible. So close, so fucking close, you’re practically breathing in the other, with no room left for oxygen between you and it’s absolute bliss.

He’s breathless against the skin of your throat, nothing but soft whimpers and the hush of sharp exhales filling your ears. Lips press wherever they can reach, trailing paths of fire along your cheeks and the length of your neck until you squirm from the sensation, fighting both the urge to hide from his tender touch and stretch out for more.

“A-Alex,” you breathe, face turning enough to trace the tip of your nose along the shell of his ear.

He exhales sharply, hips faltering ever so slightly. His face briefly falls away from breathing in your skin, dipping his head and hiding his features. Despite the unexpected jolt in his rhythm, he still moves, still rolls his hips in that way he’s fucking mastered, ensuring every upwards roll of his hips has that delicious bit of friction along your clit.

It’s maddening.

It’s perfection.

The ecstasy rolling through your body hits an all time high, and your thighs tighten around his hips, coaxing him to brush harder, push deeper into the wet heat of your pussy until you start to feel that sweet, sweet edge start to creep along the edge of your nerves.

More, more, more—

“Ale–”

He suddenly rears forward, moulding his lips to yours and stealing the very breath from your lungs. It’s always the same. The kiss is urgent, all teeth and tongue and it’s impossible to speak another word. You struggle to keep up with his intensity, too busy focusing on that overwhelming high and the tightening that threatens to give at any second now.

It’s good—it’s so fucking good, you swear you’re going crazy. He does that to you. Though you can’t say it, breathe it, his name is all you hear in your mind, its own soft echo a consistent companion to the sheer pleasure he drowns you in.

Alex, Alex, Alex.

—

It’s been a month.

A month in your new little workspace, a month of painting, a month of successfully avoiding him. Despite it being his investigation, he now keeps his distance from the makeshift art space he had given you. Maybe he finally got the message that you didn’t want to be around him, that the mere thought of even uttering a single word to him made you feel almost nauseous.

You haven’t seen him in weeks.

When you finish a piece, he sends his agents. You know a few by name now, but don’t bother with small talk. They come, give you a friendly hello, take the finished, wrapped painting and leave—that’s it.

That’s all it is.

You don’t have to do anything else, and it’s wonderful. You spend your days painting, relishing in the familiar feel of a brush between your fingers and enjoying the legal money deposited into your account every week.

You get ahead with bills. You buy some new clothes. You feel refreshed, finding a certain needed peace from the sudden financial stability. You know it’s not going to last—Jacob doesn’t talk about the case a whole lot, but you know that the team has made some progress with it, so you put a little money aside for the day the FBI no longer needs you.

He becomes a fast friend, and if you were ever to find it within you to thank Marcus for anything in this world, it would be him. You surely would’ve gone batshit insane if you’d been holed up in that room by yourself day in and day out, probably worse if you had been locked up with Marcus every day.

But not Jacob.

Jacob keeps the air light.

He’s kind, funny, and a bit of an idiot, and you find yourself fondly laughing nearly every day at the little things he would do or say. You thoroughly enjoy his company, and love hearing about his time in school, training to be an agent and the few cases he’s worked on so far.

He asks you questions and seems genuinely interested in getting to know you and of you past, never once making you feel lesser than or lowly for your less than ideal life before this.

“You made a decision, Matisse. Good or bad—own it.”

He keeps to himself whenever you find yourself focused on your work, and only steps in to remind you to take care of yourself. On the odd occasion, he’d join you, content to watch you work with a shine of interest.

You don’t like it, so you shove canvas paper and oil pastels at him to keep him from hovering any longer and it works. It becomes a little activity of sorts, a release for him whenever paperwork starts to push at his patience a little too much.

“They should’ve hired you for this case,” you mumble teasingly around your lunch, grinning at the pride filling his features as he finishes his latest project—his own creation inspired by the Van Gogh you’re currently working on.

It’s pretty, full of bright colours and soft swirling patterns. The Future, he had called it, and apparently—it was all for you.

You need something colourful, Da Vinci, something happy. You’re too sad.

The FBI doesn’t deserve him.

“Hey, I’m proud of this,” he retorts sharply, pointing a finger smudged with colour at you but his tone doesn’t match the bright amusement in his eyes, “belongs in a damn museum. It’s an original Wilson—people will flock to see it. You just wait, Michaelangelo, this will bring a lot of money down the track, mark my words.”

Your chuckle is cut off by the insistent buzz in his pocket, and he stands immediately, answering the call with a swift Wilson and stepping away from the table with his phone pressed to his ear.

It’s Marcus... you know just by the way he positions himself, ensuring to keep a bit of distance and turning away so you don't have to potentially hear his voice from the other end. You quickly lose interest in the conversation, focusing back on the open book you’ve been trying—and failing—to get into the last few days.

The interest in the conversation was lost, until you hear it.

“Understood, sir. We’ll leave now.”

Immediately looking up in question, your brows start to furrow as Jacob wraps up the phone call and strides back to the table quietly. Anxiety begins to build in the pit of your stomach at the sudden serious set of his features, unused to seeing the usually bright and bubbly face now so stoic. It’s Agent Wilson, not Jacob.

“We’re leaving?” you ask in confusion, “but I haven’t even done—”

The frown between his thick brows deepens, and he barely looks at you while he shrugs his navy blue suit jacket on, leaving faint smudges of orange and pink on the lapels.

“Leave it, we need to get to the office.”

The anxiety immediately gives way to dread.

The office? Where Marcus and his team are? Why?

You want to ask if you can stay behind—straight up refuse to go anywhere near that damn building—but the firm set of Jacob’s lips lets you know it’s non-negotiable.

He helps you with your bag, a certain urgency to his movements, and then you’re descending the stairs with him hot on your tail. He ushers you into the car, throwing a wary glance each way down the street before moving around the vehicle and sliding into his seat.

You swear you can feel your heart beating in your throat. He’s clearly in a rush, but you’re at a loss as to why. Has something happened? Is there danger? Are you in danger?

With your mind beginning to hurl possibilities at you, you start to feel more and more nauseous with every swift swerve through traffic Jacob makes.

“Is everything okay?” You ask carefully, fingers fiddling with the straps of your bag as you try to calm the rage of your heart.

He briefly looks away from the traffic and gives you a small reassuring smile, “Of course. There’s just been a big development and I’m needed back at the office for a debriefing, sorry for the rushing.”

“Oh,” you breathe in relief, “okay, I understand. Well, you can drop me home if that’s easier for you.”

“It’s an urgent thing and uh… Pike would like you at the office.”

Your lips press shut and an immediate frown overcomes your expression.

Of course.

If there had been developments in the case, why did you need to be there? It’s not like you're an agent with unlimited access to the available information. Your own folder Marcus had given you was severely lacking any true details of the case beyond what you needed to know, and it’s not like you were involved in anything anymore, so you had very little to contribute further than your creative talents.

You keep quiet for the rest of the quick trip, taking the hint that now is not the time for small talk. The need to chat is nonexistent to you right now anyway, even if Jacob happened to be in a perkier mood. The mere thought of seeing, and talking to, Marcus again does nothing to ease the dread churning in the pit of your gut.

The building is not a welcome sight, yet you hurry to follow Jacob from the brightly lit parking lot and into the home of the FBI. He stays beside you the whole way, through the wide crowded corridors and during the silence of the elevator, giving you one final reassuring smile before he pushes open the door to the Art Crime Department.

It’s busy.

Marcus doesn’t suddenly appear from nowhere and bombard you both at the entrance. You can take a deep breath. The shrill ringing of phones fill the space, and the shuffle of agents near running about with various files and pieces of paper takes you a little off guard.

There’s an uncomfortable tension hanging in the air. You can’t quite put your finger on why it unsettles you so.

You follow Jacob further into the chaos, ensuring to keep out of the way and keeping an eye out for the one man you seem to now be bracing for, steeling your nerves into something harder, something unbreakable. You don’t need to wait long—there he is.

He looks tired.

Marcus appears from a room, presumably his own personal office, raking a hand through his mussed hair and saying a few brief words to a coworker before his eyes zero in on Jacob. He points to the conference room where you’d once sat at the beginning of this, already heading that way with another agent, and Jacob gives a short nod in response.

You try to blend into the background behind Jacob so Marcus doesn’t take much notice of you, but it’s not even a moment later and his eyes are suddenly meeting yours. The feeling of his attention is instant, and the increase of your heart is familiar by now.

Despite the distance between you, you feel how they roam over your face, seemingly searching your expression, but it’s not long until they fall away and you’re left to exhale quietly, now free from his gaze.

He disappears into the conference room, and you swallow down the thick feeling of anxiety building in the back of your throat. He doesn’t seem eager, or interested, in talking to you straight away, and you’re relieved by that—you could mentally and emotionally prepare yourself a little more.

“My desk is over there if you want to sit down,” Jacob offers, turning and walking backwards in order to point you in the right direction, “and I’ve got snacks in the bottom drawer.”

Rolling your eyes, you give a strained huff of amusement and start walking towards it, “Of course you do.”

Your shoulder catches the frame of someone else and you quickly take a step back, wide eyes locking with a pair of vaguely amused blue ones.

He’s dressed sharply, much different to the basic suits the agents around him wear, in a well kept grey toned three piece suit with the simple white collar of his shirt popped open at the base of his throat. His soft blond curls are styled neatly back, and the gentle scent of tea wafts from the cup in his hold.

He’s pretty, by society’s standards, but his eyes are sharp, as if they can see right into the very centre of you.

You don’t like it.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mumble, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You don’t linger to hear what the agent has to say. You hurry into Jacob’s desk space and throw your bag under it before taking a seat in the simple desk chair, the backrest squeaking as you rest into it.

His desk is as you expected it to look—messy, but organised in his own little chaotic way. The edges of his computer screen are littered with sticky notes of reminders, his ballpoint pens are all missing their lids, he has a bobble head character of a sports player next to his keyboard and a crumpled paper plane lies hidden beneath a thick notebook.

It’s undoubtedly Jacob, end to end.

The wide variety of sweets and chips resting on old files doesn’t surprise you at all when you tug at the stiff drawer, and you immediately zero in on the ones he’s been sharing with you over the past few weeks.

“Jane, stay out of trouble,” a brunette orders sharply as she passes, briefly catching your attention and the man you had previously bumped into comes to a stop just beside you.

“Aye aye, Captain,” he replies dryly with the growings of a smirk, sipping quietly at the tea in his hands and watching the last few agents file into the conference room before the door closes.

Do people still use saucers? He does. He half turns towards you and eyes you curiously as you sway absent-mindedly in Jacob’s desk chair, breaking into the packet of sour candies.

“You’re not an agent.”

You blink up at him and give a small, polite smile, “No, I’m not.”

He makes a low noise of thought to himself and sits on the edge of the desk opposite to Jacob’s, watching you over the rim of the plain white cup he lifts to his lips.

You shift a little under his study, busying yourself with picking a lemon flavoured candy out from the packet and looking over the various little notes decorating the dated computer screen.

Meeting @ 10 Tues. Picasso retrieval daily @ 8. Get bread. Call ma before she has a damn heart attack—

“How long have you been an artist?”

Eyes rolling back to the stranger, you give a slightly confused, “What? How do you know I’m an artist?”

“You have paint on your fingers,” he replies, like it’s the most obvious thing in the room.

Rubbing your fingers together, you feel the tell tale crack of dried paint over your skin and glance down at it in vague interest. He’s got a really good set of eyes. You shift a little in the seat and pinch the ends of your sleeves before pulling them down further over your hands to hide them from him.

“A few years,” you reply vaguely, “you’re rather observant, Agent Jane.”

It comes across more as an accusation rather than a general statement, and it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. He grins, flashing a nice set of pearly white teeth.

“Patrick,” he supplies, “and I’m a consultant.”

“Didn’t even know that was a thing,” you mutter plainly, not liking the way you feel like a fucking open book with this stranger, “well, shouldn’t you be in there, then?”

You nod towards the closed door of the conference room and Patrick makes a low noise of dismissal, a slight scrunch curling his nose.

“I already know everything about the murders—Lisbon can handle it.”

The word cuts through the air and chills you right to the bone.

“Murders? What murders?”

Patrick looks at you, shrugging lightly.

“That’s why we’re here. The fancy little tracker led this bunch down to the meeting point in California, but we found the bodies first. Deal gone wrong, I’m guessing. The buyer probably found the painting to be a fake, and got rid of the delivery men because of it. Very messy.”

Your stomach turns.

The painting? Your painting?

“What was wrong with the piece?” You ask quietly, voice suddenly strained.

“Not sure,” Patrick murmurs, taking an apparent interest in the way you’re reacting to his information and studying you from over his tea, “guess we’ll know soon enough.”

You swallow, a sting of sweat building along the back of your neck. They knew it was a replica? How? You must’ve done something different, there must’ve been something wrong with it. Otherwise how else would they know? They wouldn’t.

Have you made a mistake?

Is that why Marcus wanted you here? Are you in trouble? What would be the ramifications of your mistake? After all, it’s your fault. People had died because you didn’t focus hard enough on your work. The FBI have probably realised how useless you are if you can’t even convince some shady black market dealers that your pieces are real.

You must’ve been distracted. You never made mistakes, and now you’ve made one that cost lives. How many? It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it happened, and now you have to live with that knowledge.

People have died. People have died because of you.

You fucked up.

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#fic rec #I’m yelling #I’m screaming #I’m dying #it’s just really such a fucking good concept for a fic like she cracked the code with this one!!!!!!#pedro pascal x reader #the mentalist fic #marcus pike x you

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Hellooo, it's my first time asking for something, I don't even know the rules of this so you can ignore me whilst I learn the tumblr etiquette 🤭 I want something with a badass reader could be a CEO or a mafia leader or a queen or a sugar mommy but something with a powerful reader for a change, don't get me wrong I love seeing bucky or his characters all high and mighty but we can be all of that too 🙆🏻‍♀️

Could be a CEO sugar mommy reader x struggling college nerdy bucky 🤭 hahaha you know college is expensive and his parents help him but there's Becca too and he's working but only part time. They cross paths when he delivers her food or something hahaha I'm bad at this. Sorry.

Anywaysss, I love your writing and your stories. You're amazing and I'm glad you were one of the first blogs I came across when I open my account. Thank you for sharing your talent with us 🙆🏻‍♀️

18+

College Bucky x CEO Sugar mommy reader

I swear I run this blog lawless, I don’t think I even added rules yet. Baby THIS IS FUCKING DELICIOUSSSSS YES PLEASE, bless your brain. I imagined this with Bucky in his 20′s and reader in her 30′s but go a head and imagine your own age gaps if you’re feeling something else.

Warnings: FLUFF AND SMUTTT AND FLUFF AND SMUT

Sugar drabbleish

Bucky's barely able to afford college plus rent when he's living paycheck to paycheck, his part time job doesn't pay enough at all. He works at a local diner; he started off as a bus boy but now he occasionally works in the kitchen or delivers food. It tires him out but he has to do it because between him and his sister, his parents can only help so much.

The first time he has to deliver food to your company, its late and his last order before going home. Its your go to place for when your stressed out and feel like indulging. Bucky’s boss tells him to handle the order carefully; he finds it strange because he’d never been careless with food before. Once he gets to the address, it makes sense. He stares up at the tall glass building before pushing the heavy doors to go inside.

Your secretary sees the take out bag and just waves him the elevator, telling him to go to your office, while she continues to respond to emails. He swallows thickly because he usually just leaves food at a door step and runs off; he feels so out of place in this building. He makes it to the top floor and has to ask for directions to your office; he’s directed to the large wooden doors down the hall. He isn’t sure if he should just walk in or knock first, but he decides to knock just to be safe. He hears a firm come in and he hesitantly pushes the door open.

“I-um, I have your food?”

You nodded, still looking at your laptop before looking up at him. Oh. You’d had people deliver food to you before but none of them looked like that. You can’t help but let your eyes wander up and down; he was adorable. Handsome. Definitely younger, but you internally shrugged, you didn’t mind.

Bucky froze looking at you, he didn’t know who he was expecting but he wasn’t expecting someone like you. You were gorgeous. Attractive. Sure you were older but that just made you sexier. Your hair still neatly in place. You cocked your head while he stayed rooted on the spot, his cheeks tainted pink. He blinked, forcing some blood back to his head before walking over, placing the bag on your desk.

“Thank you” You smiled, handing him a $100, before digging into your food, moaning at the first bite.

Fuck, that pretty sound.

“I-I dont think I have that much change-

“Don’t worry about it” You shrugged, insisting he keep it as a tip, sending him on his way before getting back to your work. He can’t help but look back at you as he leaves, something about you being the CEO, so pretty, powerful, leaves him smitten.

Obviously he knows he has no chance with you. You’d never go for someone like him anyway; you were older and in a different place in your life. He was struggling with college but he allows himself to dream.

After the first time, every time Bucky sees an order from your company, he insists on grabbing the order. If he’s the one making the food, he most definitely makes it the best thing you ever tasted. You found yourself ordering from there more, even when you weren’t particularly hungry. You adore his presence when he comes by, a blushing shy mess, always politely knocking before entering and always flustered when you tip him more than what he makes in his paycheck.

Sometimes he lingers around a little longer, wanting to see if you liked what he made; he doesn’t say anything but when your eyes roll back, moaning at how good the food is, he bites his lip, proud of himself for making you sound like that.

Eventually you both start talking.

He’s like a giddy school boy when you ask him how he’s doing; you can’t help but smile at the way he rambles on about school, assignments, his job. You casually ask about what he does outside of all that and the poor baby doesn’t have much else going on. No dates. No girlfriend. No way to release all that stress- ok stop. You mentally scold yourself, but your mind is in the gutter and it isn’t going anywhere else.

You can’t help but miss him when he leaves. He was sweet. Innocent. He always preened at your praise like a puppy, wanting to be so good for you. You actually enjoyed the conversations you had with him; he was so attentive when you spoke and he made you laugh. You felt less lonely when he was around. You realized you didn’t have time for dates, just like him. It wasn’t something you thought about often but it would have been nice to have someone to spend time with. Someone you could vent to when you were stressed. Someone to fuck you till you were thoughtless. Someone to hold you when everything was overwhelming.

Just like tonight.

You were stressed.

Tired.

You’d managed to take care of a few clients and settle some deals but you still had a pile of things to get to. You had 0 appetite yet you found yourself placing an order for waffles and ice cream, your go to comfort food. You impatiently waited for your order, knowing damn well it wasn’t the food you were looking forward to. You ordered often enough that Bucky had pieced together what mood you were in depending on what you got.

You were happy when you ordered a sandwich.

Probably a little grumpy when you ordered pasta.

There was a specific time in the month where you ordered a large slice of chocolate cake twice a day.

You always looked a little pouty and sad when you ordered waffles.

He was out the door as soon as he saw your number pop up. Bucky scolded himself as he made his way over, his heart shouldn’t be fluttering and he shouldn’t be this excited. He couldn’t hep the little crush he had on you, it was getting worse and harder to ignore. He nearly came in his pants the day he walked in on you leading a meeting, the firm tone of your voice made his cock jump. He watched you in awe, effortlessly closing a deal, taking long strides across the room in your heels. No matter how stressed or tired you were, fuck you were always so nice to him and if you gave him a chance he’d be such a good boy-

No.

You would laugh in his face.

He had no business thinking of you like that.

You deserved so much more.

You smiled hearing the soft knock at the door, instantly feeling a little better when Bucky walked in, his cheeks dusted pink as always, handing you your order.

“Thank you- You paused realizing you still didn’t know his name even though you’d spoken many times before “I see you so often, I might as well know your name”

“Bucky- um James but most people call me Bucky”

“That’s adorable”

Bucky blushed again, his heart jumping every so often as he glanced at you. It didn’t matter how the day was going, you always looked so gorgeous in your blazers and blouses. You always had the prettiest heels, nails perfectly painted. He loved the sound of your voice, the way it would switch up from soft and sweet with him and firm when you answered the phone.

He wasn’t sure when you shifted to sit on the desk, in front of him in your office, letting him sit down for a while as well, but he suddenly became aware of the scent of your perfume. The soft curve of your jaw. He found himself inching a little closer each time, his heart fluttering because you didn’t pull away. He got lost in talking to you, hardly noticing the time pass by until his eyes glanced at the clock, cursing under his breath when he realized he’d be late for work.

“You don’t have to rush back, y’know” You laughed, while Bucky scrambled to grab his things when he noticed the time. Just when you thought he couldn’t be sweeter, you saw how he sat closer and closer to you, his eyes sparkling every time you spoke. Sweet baby boy.

“I have another shift” He genuinely wanted to stay longer until he remembered his student loans and up coming rent.

“Just tell them you don’t feel well, here” You slid over a few bills, selfishly wanting him all to yourself, especially tonight. “Call in sick for tonight”

You knew it was probably wrong, but you couldn’t help it, you didn’t want him to leave just yet. Bucky’s eyes grew wide at the money you handed to him while you continued to poke at your waffle.

“I-this is more than I make in a month, I can’t-

“You can, honestly, its nothing. Please?” You gave him a sweet pout and he was ready to fold on the spot. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hide his crush for, if he stayed any longer he’d do something stupid. “Unless you don’t want to, its okay”

“No! I want to!” He moved even closer, scared to disappoint you, he’d never want to do that, which is exactly why he let his little secret slip out.

“I-I think you’re so pretty, I really really like you-” he blurted out, his eyes growing wide when he realized what he said. You couldn’t help but giggle at his confession, leaning a little so your legs brushed against his. You melted at his softness as he bit his lip nervously, still unsure if he should stay.

“Hmm, why are you nervous baby” You cooed, your thumb tracing over his bottom lip, red and swollen. He nearly whimpered at your words, he wanted to be your baby so bad but could he? “I like your company, that’s why I’m asking you to stay”

“I-I can’t give you what you deserve” Bucky shrugged, his shoulders slumped a little. He already couldn’t pay for college, there would be no way he’d be able to meet your standards. He’d never be able to take you out on a proper date or treat you like the queen you were. He looked down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers; you wanted to take care of him so badly.

“I don’t need you to do that for me” You tilted his chin up to make him look at you again, his breaths shuddered. “I just..need..you”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide before he hesitantly leaned in, too scared to kiss you even though he wanted to so badly. You smirked, closing the gap between you both, softly pressing your lips against his. He whimpered, parting his lips, suddenly desperate for more. He carefully cupped your face, slowly pushing his tongue in, moaning when he felt your hands on his waist. You let him take control, his lips sucking and nipping on yours, his tongue tasting every bit of you.

He kissed you until he had to pull away for oxygen panting and dizzy, no blood in his head anymore, a thick outline of his cock straining against his sweats. Your hands trail down his chest, ghosting over his boner making him whimper.

“I’ll take care of you baby” You smiled, your fingers tracing the outline of his cock. His breath shudders, his cock throbs as you tease him, part of him is worried he’ll cum in his pants. He wants you to play with his cock, he really does but he just got a taste of your lips and now he wants more.

So much more.

“Can I taste you?” He whispers, dropping to his knees, desperate to feel your juices on his tongue “Please?”

“Shh I told you I’ll take care of you”

“P-please?” He shakes his head, his glassy eyes pleading with you.

How could you say no to such a sweet puppy.

“You want to baby?” You cup his cheek, your thumb caressing his skin softly. He nods, quickly pulling your skirt up and tossing off your panties. He parts your thighs, throwing them on his shoulders. He dives in immediately, sucking and licking up your arousal, his eyes rolling back at your slick on his tongue.

“F-fuck you taste good” His lips are glistening with your juices, his moans muffled as he drank as much as he could, savoring every bit of you. You gasped at the feeling of his mouth, his tongue deep in your entrance, greedy for more of your taste. His nose nudges your clit making it throb.

“S’good Bucky, fuck don’t stop” You moaned out and that’s all he needed to hear. He wasn’t planning on stopping. He started to flick his tongue on your clit, gazing up and you, loving the way you had your head thrown back, so fucking gorgeous spread out on your desk. Your hands carded through his soft locks making him whine, his lips sealing around your clit. “Oh fuck baby, just like that, doing so good for me baby, s’fucking good, m’so close”

He loved the way your clit felt on his tongue, suckling at it softly, while he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. You notice his moans are getting louder as he sucks on your clit, he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, fisting his cock while eating you like you’re his last meal.

“Fuck I’m cumming” You cried out, your thighs squeezing around his head while he played with your clit, groaning at the way your arousal poured out of you making a mess all over his face. His breaths are heavy, moaning while he keeps stroking himself.

“What is it baby?” You smirk when you see how desperate he looks, his shirt pulled up, the pink tip of his cock swollen and wet with precum.

“M’gonna cum” he whines out, stroking his cock on his knees, his chest heaving, eyes locked with yours. “Can I? Please?”

“Cum for me baby boy, show me how good boys cum”

That throws him off the edge as he cries out, ropes of cum splattering onto his abs, and dripping onto his hand. He’s shaky when he stands up, still panting, he’s never cummed that hard before.

“Come here, let me clean you up” You tug on his hand, grabbing a tissue, wiping his tummy, and the rest of him down. He’s never had anyone be so soft with him and he wants to curl up with you and cuddle so badly. He nuzzles himself against you and you coo at how soft he becomes. His body jolts as he tucks his cock back in, and you can’t help but pull him in, playing with his hair for a while. It starts to get late and you give him a quick kiss on his temple. He reluctantly pulls away, pouting a little.

“I’ll see you again soon?” You smile softly and he instantly lights up, already excited, nodding instantly. “I told you I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Are-are you sure?” He doesn’t meet your eyes, playing with your fingers instead. “You don’t have to-

“Bucky look at me baby. I want to” You cup his cheek making him look at you. “I’m happy to as long as I get to see you” That makes him blush, unable to wrap his head around the fact that you want to see him and spend time with him.

“I’ll cover your shift for this month by the way” You give him a peck on his lips before he leaves, more flustered than ever. He nods vigorously, his heart beating out of his chest.

It’s a convenient arrangement. You take care of his needs while he takes care of yours. He loves spending his time with his face buried between your legs pulling the prettiest sounds out of you. You love the way he pours his heart and soul into pleasuring you, relieving your stress every single time.

Eventually he starts to come over to your place instead of coming by your office. At first, your both in the living room, making out like horny teenagers and you’ve waited long enough, you need more from him. His eyes grow wide when you pull him off the couch and drag him to your room.

Bucky is NOT inexperienced but something about being with you makes him feel like its his first time. He’s naked and spread out on the bed for you, his senses heightening to 100 seeing you naked for the first time. His cock is leaking against his tummy, throbbing as he hesitantly parts your legs, nudging against your entrance.

“Shh, just relax for me baby boy” You peck his lips softly, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. He moans to himself, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, circling around your clit before pressing it against your entrance.

“You ready Jamie?” He nods, inching himself inside you closer, moaning as he feels your cunt suck his cock in.

“Oh-fuck-” His face is inches away from yours, cock already throbbing, the sounds leaving your mouth are not helping at all.

“Oh my god!” Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his thick length stretching you, gasping as he buries himself inside you. Your pussy clenches around him, your thighs squeezing around his waist, you’ve never felt so full “Yes, fuck yes”

“You’re-you’re so tight” He stutters as he starts to move, he can feel every inch of your silky walls hugging him. His body weight falls onto you, his cock feels so good he’s scared he’s going to cum in two strokes.

“You’re so big Jamie” You love the burn and pain with each thrust grazing his back as he starts to move faster. “Fuck your cock is so thick baby” The more you talk, the harder it is for him to control himself, he whimpering, snapping his hips into you, his balls hitting your ass. “Just like that baby boy, fuck me with your fat cock”

“Mommy” He whines out, not even registering what he just called you. All he knows is that he’s your baby boy, you take care of him, he’d do anything to make you feel good. You cry out for him as he hits your gspot. His hands come to move your hair away from your forehead, kissing your softly. “Is my cock too big mommy?”

“It’s perfect Jamie, hurts so good baby” You pull him in and kiss him deeply making his cock throb. He buries his face in your neck, his hands gripping your waist tightly because he doesn’t want to cum yet but it’s getting harder for him not to cum. “God I needed this so bad baby, stretch mommy’s pussy baby”

“I-I can’t hold it, it feels good” He pants, his pace starting to grow sloppy. He pulls away slightly, doing his best to focus on hitting your gspot, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Rub your clit mommy”

Your hand snakes down to play with your clit, the neediness of your sweet baby has you coming undone within seconds.

“F-fuck” The sounds you made already made him unable to focus but the sight of you touching yourself under him makes him lose control. “Oh fuck, play with it mommy, rub your clit hard for me”

You moan loudly, your pussy fluttering and sucking him in deeper and his body falls on you again.

“Mommy m’gonna cum” He groans, already dripping and making a mess in you with his precum. “Can I cum in you?” He wants to be greedy and give his perfect mommy his cum.

“Cum in me baby boy, be a good boy and cum in mommy” You coo, and he nearly sobs, cum shooting out of his cock, thick white streams filling your sopping cunt.

“Fuck m’your good boy” He cries out, he has no idea how he got so lucky getting to pump his thick load into you but he’s not going to waste a drop. He stays deep in your pussy until he’s emptied his balls. “Cumming so hard for you mommy”

He whines and whimpers, his hips rutting in you for as long as possible. He doesn’t even realize he falls asleep just like that, his face buried in your boobs, clinging onto you like a child. Your hands come down to caress his skin, letting him sleep for a while. You know he needs his release as badly as you do.

You spoil him. You spoil him because he deserves it. You spoil him because he’s so special to you. He’s too scared to tell you when he really does need something. He knows the rules, he has to tell you if there's something he needs, you told him that very clearly.

*****

You huff when you get his voice mail again, all of your text messages unanswered. When he comes by to your place, he knows hes in trouble because your frowning; mommy only frowns when he’s done something wrong.

“Baby, how come you didn’t answer your phone”

He’s too scared to tell you he couldn't pay his bill on time and he didn’t want to trouble you. Now he’s even more upset with himself because you were trying to call him and he didn’t even know.

“I-I couldn't pay my bill” He mumbles, looking down, not meeting your eyes. You soften a little, cupping his face, making him look at you.

“You should have just told me Bucky, I would have taken care of it. Just let me cover your phone bill bubba”

“No!- I can pay for it, it’s too much-” You already do so much for him, he doesn’t want to be greedy.

“I want to be able to call you when I want. It’s not a big deal. I want to take care of you, okay?” You pull him up to your room, giving him a soft kiss before looking at him sternly.

“Now...” You grasp his cheeks making his lips pout “I should punish you baby” His heart jumps at the thought, his cock already hard. “I was worried about you bubba, not answering your phone all day” You take him apart over and over again, your tongue toying and licking his cock up and down leaving him a whining and whimpering mess.

Your arrangement with him continues. He hardly has to work because you’ve covered that for him. You’ve gotten him a better phone, a better laptop, you’ve paid for his semesters in school. Bucky loves all that you do for him but he wishes he could tell you he likes you for more than how you take care of him.

He makes his way over to your place, excited as always, ignoring his feelings. He’s happy to make you come apart and destress you but he’s ready to be there for everything else too. It makes his stomach churn because he knows you probably don’t feel the same way.

When he knocks on your door, he’s greeted by one of your house keepers which surprises him because you normally answer. He’s told your still working upstairs; he makes his way up to your room.

You looked tired. Your blazer was thrown on the side of your desk, a few buttons opened at the top, your glasses tossed aside. You have bags under your eyes, papers scattered around.

“Hi baby” You smiled as Bucky walked into your office room, his heart sinking seeing you so overworked.

“Are you okay” He frowns as he nears you, coming by your desk, tucking some hair away from your face. You lean into his touch, all your energy drained. He cocks his head as you close your laptop, his hand still gently grazing against your scalp.

“I’m just tired tonight Bucky” You close your eyes while sitting in your chair and he doesn’t like it. You always look after him and he wants to do the same.

“Can-can I take care of you?” He whispered, his heart beating out of his chest. He was so used to you telling him what he had to do but you looked so tired and he wanted to do something for you instead. He knew what you needed. You nodded, squealing when he effortlessly lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to your bedroom.

He set you down onto your bed, carefully taking all your clothes before stripping all of his off. Before you could say anything, he pulled the covers back, crawling into bed and pulling you to lay with him. Bucky held you to his chest, gently stroking your spine with firm fingers, his other hand carding through your hair. He massaged your scalp, smiling when he felt your muscles relax, melting into his touch.

You can’t help but feel your eyes sting a little. No one had ever been so soft and gentle with you. Bucky always made sure he took care of your body, your soul. Your heart craved him more, his sweetness, his kindness, his affection. You then reminded yourself that he still probably wanted to experience things and being tied down to you was not part of his plans.

You just had to enjoy the time you had with him for what it was.

“Are you feeling okay?” He hugs you tighter, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“M’sorry bubba, so tired” You mumbled against his skin, sighing contently when he continued to massage your body, hesitantly pressing a kiss onto your forehead. He cuddled and massaged your body, loving the way you felt in his arms. His beautiful pretty mommy cuddled up with him.

He realizes he wants this all the time, the feeling of your soft skin with his, the sweetness of your vice. Your wrapped up with him under the blankets and you can feel his heart beating out of his chest as he stutters.

“I-I like you” You look at him while he bites his lip nervously; fuck what if you kicked him out.

“I like you too Bucky” you smiled, kissing the dimple on his chin. He relaxes slightly but it’s not good enough. He wanted more. More with you. To have you. Just for him.

“I want to be yours...always” He whispers the last part, peeking at you through his lashes, worried he might have just ruined everything.

Of course he hasn’t.

You can’t help the way your heart flutters, melting against him letting your arms wrap around his body. You adored him with your entire being the same way he adored you.

“You already are baby” You smile against his skin, kissing his chest. “You’re always going to me mine”

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p-antomime · 3 years ago

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listen if step-dad! gojo is so sweet, just imagine geto... i would sob, i would sob so hard from the amount of softness that daddy geto radiates 😭

now i want hugs and cuddles 😫🥺

STOOOOOP STOOOOOP STEPDAD!GETO WOULD BE SO QJQJISIQWJJQKWIQIQJWJ1IQI NICE GOOD AMAZING TASTY DELICIOUSSSSS, i can picture him as being so jealous of his stepdaughter with other men and trying to earn her attention with gifts, with movie nights, with anything she wants to buy </3</3 too bad he may not be able to control his hands under the duvet when he's sitting by his stepdaughter's side while those movie nights happen

#(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) — kiki's answer ᵎ #tw.stepcest

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lost-monkey · 3 years ago

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Chapter 3

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I had some margaritas so excuse me I’m feeling great and having a good night 😊 made tacos for dinner and so I needed margaritas too 😅 well, I made taco salad for myself. It was deliciousssss! Seriously really good! I’m in a good mood so I’m gonna ride it for the night haha.

Met the new girl today at work, she’s cool. She’s ten years younger than me. Trying my very best to not feel like I’m going ti be replaced by the other girls, I know I’m not the funniest or the most naturally pretty. I’m so damn self conscious no matter what I do, I feel like I can’t be good enough. It’s sadly the truth, I don’t judge others how they look but I judge myself so harshly.

The thing that did hurt is the new girl said my friend was going to be her work bestie. She said “nothing against you” we’ll still, ouch. Why can’t we just be equal if we’re gonna be doing that ughhh. It’s ok though I promise I’m fine. I have my best friend in the world on my side and know I can trust him with everything. I have my new internet friend whose being liking and commenting, I’m sure she knows who she is, my favorite anime reviewer! 🥰

Sorry I’m being sporadic a bit, just feeling good haha.

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deityofhearts · 4 months ago

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Thank you!! If I’m being so honest it’s a mix of: I have been busy with stuff since October and recently my beloved cat, Fluffy, likes to yell after 2am for attention and except she wants me to be up with her walking around and I am cold and sleepy and we struggle to come to a compromise

Hehe thank you, I’m a big fan of putting my ocs through tragedies it’s very enjoyable

Cashmere very well could be formulating a plan in which he runs away with all the wealth amassed from these plans >:3

Aaa thank you, it’s one of the more happy aus because it quite honestly is just two ppl who usually are going through it having a good time living their best life (as best as can be lived by the two of them), they’re having a ball!

Yessss the concept of an ethereal fey dragging people to their demise is so deliciousssss I love it, I would let Husk have me as a meal I can think of no better way to go. It’s so perfect for Husk <3

Do you have any AUs for OCs that are bad ends or worst case scenarios?? 👀👀👀

Okay so I have two aus for Cashmere, a regression one where she is born again but healthy and is raised being cherished and loved by her parents which is what she’s always wanted but has to ignoring the gnawing feeling that they don’t really love her, they love that she’s perfect :)

The second au is similar but no regression, she was born healthy and raised under the strong influence of her parents and became a sort of black widow in that she would marry rich nobles who would later die under mysterious circumstances, of course no one dared accuse him or his family as Cashmere’s reputation is still for being a sweet and fragile princess and also who would dare accuse the royal family of such misdeeds, that’s basically treason! Cashmere is very much complicit in these deaths and does not care much that her spouses have died!

Another not quite au is just thinking of Cashmere and Lanturn being friends and hanging out and doing stuff lmao

How about you? Got any aus for your ocs?

#deity dialogue #help it smells strongly of oatmeal in my room for some reason #kait and I r confused

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strangermask · 5 years ago

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Bonding Time

@memeandvines-lord here is your prompt request!

Skales and Selma were going on a date, and the other generals were going to be busy. So Kai was left to take care of Skales Jr. "You're sssssure you don't mind taking care of Ssssskalesssss Jr?" Selma asked.

"I don't mind, Ssssselma." Kai answered.

"You have the lissssst?" Skales asked.

"I have everything covered, now go have fun on your date."

Skales and Selma left the house, leaving Kai and Skales Jr alone.

"Ssssso, what would you like to eat?" Kai asked.

"Aren't you sssssuppossssse to follow what'sssss on the lissssst?" Skales Jr asked.

"Sssssome of the thingsssss on the lissssst ssssseemsssss a little ridiculousssss."

Skales Jr shrugged.

"Fisssssh, I guesssss." Skales Jr said.

Kai nodded and went to the kitchen. He started to cook up Baked Teriyaki Salmon. After 25 minutes, he finished cooking and set them on the table. Skales Jr looked at the food suspiciously.

"What isssss that?" Skales Jr asked.

"Baked Teriyaki Sssssalmon." Kai answered.

"That isssss sssssalmon?"

"Yesssss, that is sssssalmon. Do you want to try it?"

Skales grabbed a fork and got a little bit of the food. He hesitantly took a bite. Instead of hating the taste of the teriyaki salmon, he enjoyed it.

"Thisssss isssss deliciousssss!"

Kai chuckled as he watched Skales Jr gobble up the teriyaki salmon. The two finished dinner.

"Kai, can I asssssk you sssssome quessssstionsssss?" Skales Jr asked.

"Sssssure," Kai answered. "What'sssss on your mind?"

"What'sssss it like to be royalty?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're a dessssscendent of the royal Llozaiver and Anacondrai family."

Kai thought for a moment.

"I don't know. I didn't even know about all of thisssss until I came down here."

"Your parentsssss or Wu didn't tell you?"

"Well, my parentsssss didn't have the chance to, and I don't know why Wu didn't tell me."

Skales Jr nodded.

"Do you like being a ssssserpentine?"

"Well, there are sssssome upsssss and downsssss to being one."

"Like what?"

"Well: I have a weird lisssssp, I missssss having legsssss, ssssshedding isssss a pain, and I can't control my body temperature."

"At leasssst you don't ssssshed every two weeksssss."

Kai smirked.

"The upssssside isssss I have a great family here, I'm accepted for who I am, and I don't have to worry ssssso much."

Skales Jr smirked.

"Do you have a crusssssh?"

"Where did that quessssstion come from?"

"You're avoiding the quessssstion."

"Alright sssssneaky sssssnake, how about we play for a while?"

"Alright, but you will anssssswer my quessssstion one day."

Kai chuckled, and the two started to play with Skales Jr toys.

"Mrsssss. Jon found out that Kyle was kidnapped by her arch-nemesssssisssss!"

Skales Jr made Mrs. Jon and her arch-nemesis fight. Kai chuckled as he watched this. All of a sudden, he had a flashback.

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"Oh no!" Nya exclaimed.

"What happened?" Kai asked.

"Jane kidnapped Emily's husband!"

"Oh no, what is Emily going to do?"

"She is going to fight Jane!"

Nya grabbed Jane and Emily. She made little voices, pretending it was the dolls talking to each other. Then the two dolls started to fight. Kai heard a beep.

"Lunch is ready, Nya." Kai told his six-year-old sister.

"But, Emily is about to take Jane down!" Nya whined.

"Don't worry, Emily will take Jane down while you eat."

"Really?"

"Yep, and she will tell you all about it when you come back."

Nya smiled and put her toys down. She went to the dining room while Kai grabbed lunch.

"Today's serving, spaghetti and meatballs."

Nya clapped her hands and began to eat.

"This is really good."

Kai smiled and began to eat. Everything was starting to get harder for him. He wished his parents were here to help.

"Kai, are you okay?" Nya asked.

Kai just realized he was crying.

"I'm fine sis," Kai wiped his tears away. "I got something in my eyes."

Nya got up from her chair and hugged Kai.

"I love you, Kai."

"I love you too."

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"Kai?" Skales Jr said for the fourth time.

Kai blinked.

"Are you okay?" Skales Jr asked. "You're crying."

"Oh!" Kai wiped away his tears. "I'm fine. I'm jussssst having sssssome flassssshbacksssss."

Kai yawned.

"Are you tired?"

"A little."

Skales Jr packed up his toys.

"I think I'm tired too."

The two went to Skales Jr bedroom.

"Goodnight buddy." Kai said.

"Wait," Skales Jr said. "Can you sssssing me to sssssleep?"

"Of courssssse."

When the days have gone by,

And the stars shine bright,

Know that I love you.

In the coldest hour,

In the desert tower,

I’ll always protect you.

I will be there,

To find you.

In the nightly scares,

I’ll help you through.

Will you remember

My embrace?

In the cold December

I will put you in a warm place.

Close your eyes

And you will find

Me next to you.

After the lullaby ended, both of the boys fell asleep.

#snek! kai #ninjago #ninjago kai #Skales Jr #Skales #Selma #kai #Kai Smith #ninjago nya #nya #Nya Smith #ninjago au

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babbushka · 5 years ago

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I’m all for Bi!Reader but how would Kylo react to finding out she was after Rey? The angst is deliciousssss

it wouldn’t be so much of angst as it would be “oh yeah she’s kinda awful lmao glad you figured that out pretty early on tho”

#Anonymous #cowboy answers

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saorintranslations · 5 years ago

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Chiffon Cake♪Onoda Saori (2020-4-3)

🍋 She who wants to try sparkly eyeshadow、I’m Saori♪

Yesterday’s blog comments、I read them all！

Thank you very much 😊

Heyー！Didn’t my cheesecake look deliciousー！！！

When you make something yourself、

I feel like that makes it even more delicious 😀

Isn’t that greatー！！！！！

Lookie Lookieー！！！！！！

Next up、I made a chiffon cakeee 🤤

You made another dessert！？You’re probably thinking this right笑lol

I was worried about how much it expanded笑笑lollol

But！It was！？A success！

I think！！！

It tasted so deliciousssss。

Cheesecake and chiffon cake、、、

All I’m doing is making and eating cake笑lol

But it was fun so it’s fine！

I think、it would have been even better with some cream 🤤

🍭 💧 A notice〜♡

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I posted on Instagram！

I don’t know when the last time I posted was。笑lol

Please take a look 😆✨

It’s a pointless video but、if you like it I’ll upload some more笑笑lollol

Bye bye♡

#saori#Instagram#whatshouldipost#笑笑lollol

Original - https://ameblo.jp/tsubaki-factory/entry-12586839984.html

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acanvasofabillionsuns · 2 years ago

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🎶 b-b-boy's a liar, boy's a liar, other lyrics i don't know 🎶

i got to sleep in today!!! i did not yesterday so this was a great relief and badly needed <3

finished a great fic today ahhhhh 🥺

watched more of theamandafiles' acnh videos <3

we had mongolian beef for dinner last night and i had leftovers for lunch today and mmmmmm so good 👌

i had two (2) turkey sandwiches for dinner that were Also so good

and i had half of an orange that was deliciousssss i would've had the whole thing but i was splitting it with my sister so <3 (it's probably for the best i only had half bc it took me like. 30-40 minutes to peel it lkj;lJKSD;lkfs)

i got!!! something done!!! that i've been needing to do for months!!!! whooooooooo

i also had a chat with a netflix agent so Mayhaps my concern will be addressed but whether or not it is then at least i have told them my thoughts

i also !!! did 10 minutes of schoolwork !!!! which is not as much as i wanted but considering i procrastinated literally all day and all weekend before today then i'm proud of myself for that

i read several fics today and enjoyed them :]

i hung out with my sister!! she showed me the boy's a liar song (which i've heard at least the chorus of before but i don't think the song in full) and i did some dancing to it, i showed her how to fight off a bear, it was a good time!!

i also stole her phone and then talked with our other sister and that was v silly and fun :]

#first link goes to art of war - a star wars (the bad batch) fic about art and family 🥺#second link goes to stanzi's how to fight off a bear short; it's v silly <3 #it's a good good good good good good morning #meri monologues #oh also i won't be able to watch it tonight but i saw that kennie reviewed love is blind 4 and i cannot wait for that mess 👀

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pizzaandaliens · 3 years ago

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my best friend & I went to a hot pot joint for dinner. it’s was deliciousssss. we also exchanged Christmas gifts & she got me a blathers pillow 🥺🦉(from animal crossing) It’s so cute & soft & comfy. I’m obsessed!!!

#personal

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littlepadika · 3 years ago

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@aquariussssslut thank you bb!!! Yes there is alway some softness even when he's pissed and that's what makes it so deliciousssss. Princess jenny did so much of the dialouge she just gets brat tamer frankie so well 🥵

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Summary: You were going to have fun pressing his buttons tonight...

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: fem reader, teasing in public, dom!frankie, bratty reader, dom sub dynamics, daddy!frankie, m and f masturbation, unprotected piv, rough sex 🦋, mild degradation, spanking, cum play 🌊, possessive frankie, no little girl dynamic, mention of collaring, no use of y/n.

AN: Co written by @beskarprincessjenny. Good things happen when we talk princess hehe 😜. Please consider donating to princess jenny's go fund me 💕

How it started:

"Mi amor, are you ready?" Frankie called from the door.

"Coming!" You adjusted your clothes, smiling to yourself. A thrill running down your spine just thinking about your plans. You bounded down the stairs to where Frankie stood with your coat.

He was freshly showered, in his usual jeans and t shirt ensemble. He was in need of a shave, his patchy beard was thicker and decorated with grey hairs. His mouth parted as he looked you up and down.

"Wow. You look nice." He smiled, scanning your sweater and skirt combo.

"Thank you, daddy." You replied innocently, squeezing his bicep through the flannel he wore. He raised his eyebrow at that.

"Careful baby girl or we might not make it out of here." He huffed through a tight smile. You shrugged while a warm cloud bloomed in your tummy under his gaze. He helped you into your puffy coat, always the gentleman.

"What's this?" He ran his finger over the thin gold chain around your neck.

"Don't you recognize it?" You turned around, holding up the tiny gold 'F' that hung from the chain. "You bought it for me, daddy. To always have you with me." You smiled as he swallowed harshly.

"Baby that's supposed to be- that wasn't on this chain." He stumbled over his words, not believing that you were really wearing a charm from your collar out in public.

"I know but I wanted to wear it. It looks pretty right?" You could not hide the pout, thinking Frankie was going to object. But he just smirked, taking the little pendant and placing it back down onto your sternum.

"I like it." He rasped. He kissed the back of your neck tenderly right where the necklace clipped in the back. Mine, the gesture seemed to say.

You were going to have fun pressing his buttons tonight...

Button 1:

You were two drinks into the night, laughing at something Santi was saying, when Frankie saw it. The neckline of your sweater slipped over your shoulder, revealing smooth skin and a familiar lacy strap.

You wouldn't, right? Not the one piece of lingerie that was saved for his eyes only. The one he explicitly asked you not to wear out. You wouldn't do that, right? Frankie felt the back of his neck heat up, though no one in this bar knew the things he did to you in that set.

He hoped you'd push your sweater back where it belongs, but you didn't. You leaned over the table to take a drink and the neckline slipped further until Frankie could see the top of the bodice peaking out. That little bit of pink lace that he knew the feel of by heart.

He huffed quietly into his beer. He needed to calm down. You could wear what you want. He didn't want to be one of those guys who controlled their partner. His eyes darted over to you as you sat back in your seat.

"Oops." You giggled, pulling your sweater up though not far up enough to cover the strap. It still lay against your exposed shoulder taunting him. You were doing it on purpose. Bad bad girl.

You're-engaged in Santi's story, shifting in your seat under Frankie's red hot gaze.

"Fish!"

"What?" Frankie blinked rapidly, looking around until he found Benny next to him in the booth.

"Let me out. I gotta take a piss." Benny pushed Frankie's shoulder playfully.

"Sorry." He grumbled standing up. His eyes flickered down to your shoulder again and you could see him grinding his teeth. Considering his next move. "Baby? you need to go?" He looked at you expectantly. Silent communication.

"Not yet." You chirped innocently. A little tiny voice of sympathy piped up when you saw him sit down and stare at the table. You hated being anything but his perfect girl.

Frankie was a patient man. It was one of the things you adored about him. You hadn't seen him get angry since you'd started dating him. Frustrated, yes. Annoyed, yes. Jealous, yes. There was always a passion burning under the surface at all times. It's not like you hadn't felt the warmth from that passion. You loved his fierce loyalty and tender heart. You had felt his stern grip, melted under his biting words. He was a natural dominant force, but always focused on your pleasure. And there was intimacy there that you cherished but you knew he was holding back. You could feel his grip loosen when he was right on the edge, hear him suck in words you were dying to hear.

Even now you could see him reasoning with himself. Trying to refocus on the conversation, ignoring you. And well... that just made you want to be even more of a brat.

Button 2:

Frankie and the boys migrated to the pool table but you felt like dancing, watching the small group of people swaying by the jukebox.

"Ooh they're playing Luis Fonsi!" You announced gleefully. You loved Fonsi, to the point you had a poster of him in your teenage bedroom. It was a playful sore spot for Frankie, who immediately rolled his eyes at this.

"He's muy sexy, no?" Santi smirked at you.

"Yeah. His voice is just so smokey." You sighed longingly, looking over to Frankie for his reaction. You saw the muscle of his jaw tick with annoyance and maybe amusement as he grumbled to himself.

"That despacito guy?" Will scoffed. "He's so corny."

"Yeah." Frankie agreed, happy to have someone on his side.

"No he's romantic and passionate." You retorted. "Come on, let's dance, Frankie!" You wrapped your arms around Frankie's waist.

"After the game." Frankie turned, stroking your cheek to placate you.

"But I want to dance to Fonsi." You whined.

"After the game." He repeated with more conviction, less sweet. He squeezed your waist and you squeaked a little at the pressure, biting your lip. Frankie ducked his head to speak directly into your ear, hiding your face from the rest of the guys. "You seem to be playing your own game, princesa. I saw what you're wearing..." He snuck a hand under your sweater to feel the barely there lace along your chest. "I think you've forgotten daddy always wins. Always." He kissed the shell of your ear lightly. "Now daddy is here to spend time with his friends and you're here to be his good girl. Can you do that?" He pulled back and looked into your eyes hopefully.

You about gave up then and there, melting from his warm tone. However it was the slight smugness in his voice that made something in you rise to the challenge. Daddy didn't always win...

"Fine I'll go by myself." You walked away, purposefully swinging your hips. You could hear Santi and Will and Benny teasing Fish.

"Oooh lover's quarrel..."

"Your girl is pissed, Fish..."

"Trouble in paradise!"

Frankie clenched his fists at his side, roiling waves breaking through the calm surface. Up until this point he wasn't sure if your teasing was all in his head. But now he was sure that you were messing with him on purpose. He was amused, ticked off, and turned on too. You were hardly ever such a brat with him but fuck was it sexy. He couldn't deny the way his cock twitched at the prospect of getting back at you.

Button 3:

On the crowded floor you started swaying your hips to the music, mouthing the words. You loved Frankie and nothing would diminish that but you did miss going out like this and letting go to the music. Hoping some attractive stranger would pick you out in the crowd. Now the person's attention you wanted most had his broad back turned towards you, leaning over the pool table.

You huffed in frustration. You were sure that would work. You were sure he would have hauled you to the door and taken you right against the car. Perhaps he was curious to see what you would do next. You danced your way to the jukebox to put on another Fonsi song when you felt a large hand wrap around your arm.

"Hey!" You whirl around but immediately relax when you see it's Frankie. "Oh hi Frankie!"

"What are you doing?" Frankie shouted over the music.

"I'm picking another Fonsi song." You smiled, reaching up and playing with the hair sticking out of Frankie's hat. "You know, Fonsi would have danced with me if he were here."

Even in the shit lighting of the bar you saw Frankie's eyes darken and his nostrils flare. He yanked you towards him until you collided with his chest and he leaned down until his lips brushed your ear.

“Be very careful what you say next, princesa.”

You were about to come up with a clever retort, despite his dark tone turning your legs into jelly, when someone tapped your shoulder.

"Hey- is this yours?" You turned to see a guy holding up your wallet. You must have dropped it.

"Oh thank you. Silly me." You laughed, taking it from him. The guy was pretty attractive, not as tall as Frankie, but a similar complexion.

"No problem. I'm always happy to be a hero to a beautiful lady." The guy winked. You felt Frankie's arms wrap around you, pulling you back into him and under his chin.

"Thanks, man. We’re good here." Frankie's voice was steel. He did little to restrain that possessive growl that bubbled in his chest. The guy had the nerve to look apologetic before booking it back to his friends. Frankie glared daggers at the guy until he was out of sight. Even when you were being a brat, you were still his brat.

"That was nice of him." You smiled up at Frankie. You saw his eyes narrow and his shoulders stiffen.

"That's it. We're going home." Frankie had enough. Pulling you by the hand, not too gently, back to the front. You skipped on your toes as you followed him, excited to see what was coming next...

You found the boys still at the pool table. Frankie grit his teeth through a lame excuse about an early morning tomorrow. He didn't even let you say goodbye, much to your chagrin, dragging you outside with your coat in his fist.

"Oh- bye I guess..." Santi shouted.

"Ten bucks says they're fucking." You heard Benny say.

The night air made you wish for your coat which was still in Frankie's grip. He didn't even look at you as you crossed the parking lot. You tried to pull your hand free but this only made him tighten his grip on you. You smiled evilly to yourself.

“What’s gotten into you tonight, huh?" Frankie stopped his fast pace when you reached the car. He turned and gripped your jaw. You swallowed, eyes widening at this version of Frankie who was far more authoritative than you had dealt with before. "You always gotta have daddy’s attention, huh? That’s not an excuse to be a brat.” His grip was so tight he was squeezing your cheeks together, making your lips purse like a fish.

“I-I just really need you daddy...” You turned on the pouting, egging him on further. You went to touch his shoulders but his other hand locked your wrists together in front of you. You saw his lips twitch up into a smug smile

“Then you should have asked like a good girl. I would have fucked you in the bathroom if you only said please. Now it’s too late. You pushed daddy over the edge.”

"I tried to be good, I really did. I couldn't help it, daddy." You whined, squirming in his grip.

"You didn't try that hard, princesa. Wearing that naughty outfit. Smiling at that man with my initials on your neck." He moved his hand from your jaw to your neck, squeezing it lightly. You gasped, squeezing your thighs together.

"I did try, daddy! You should have fucked me before we left!" You spat. Realizing what you just said you covered your mouth. But the damage was done.

"You just fucked up, baby girl." Frankie's voice dropped to a deadly whisper.

"I'm so-"

"Don't even try and take it back, naughty girl." Frankie had no idea what came over him. But this nagging annoyance and frustration mixed with his lust made his next moves come with dangerous ease. He picked you up right there in the parking lot, despite the ache in his lower back. He practically tossed you into the passenger seat. You immediately crossed your legs tight trying to relieve some pressure.

Frankie got in and started driving, silent. You could see the muscle in his jaw jumping as he thought of what to do next. You chewed your bottom lip, needy, wanting him to look at you and touch you.

For the first few minutes, you got some relief by rocking in your seat back and forth but soon it wasn't enough. You subtly shifted your skirt up until you could push your panties to the side. You were so wet. It was a miracle you hadn't soaked through to the leather seat below. You sighed quietly as you found your swollen clit.

“You’re trying to distract me but it’s not going to work." Frankie growled, looking over at you. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. "Now be good until we get home or daddy won’t touch you all night”

“I can’t help how wet I get around you, daddy. Feel…” You took one of his hands and guided it to your pussy.

"Shit, baby." Frankie muttered to himself. His fingers explored the curve of your clit then down to your needy hole. "Shit-" In one movement he pulled the car over with a screech. You barely get a second to look around before he was hauling you over the center console into his lap.

You squealed in surprise as he smacked your ass, once on each side.

"You were very naughty tonight, princess...pushing daddy's buttons. Feel how hard you make me?" He took a handful of your ass and pulled you down onto his jean-covered erection.

"Mmm!" You threw your head back in pleasure. "Are you going to fuck me here?" You rocked your hips against him.

"No." He growled. He forced your arms behind your back before he moved his seat back. He pushed you back by the sternum against the steering wheel. Your arms stuck behind you. Now you were too far away to feel the curve of his cock against you. You huffed in frustration.

The window started to fog up with your combined panting, so no one could see him undo his pants. No one could see him fist his cock in his hands while you were unable to touch.

"Please!" You squirmed, watching his hand with envy. Frankie was not moved by your pleas and he groaned as the power went to his head. You were so pliable. Even when you tried to get the upper hand you let him manhandle you. It was because you wanted it, though you may not admit it.

“Naughty girls don’t get to touch." He rasped.

You could think of no worse agony, no better torture than this. You had to watch. Watch as his neck tightened and he panted your name. Watch as he pumped his cock til the tip went purple. Watch as he shot rope after rope of cum all over your thighs and pussy.

"Fuck..." He pulled your face into his, kissing you deeply. "Now sit back down and think about what you've done." He ordered, spanking you lightly.

"I-I'll be good." You whimpered. He had broken you down. You were going to obey now. You climbed back into your seat, your hand going to wipe off his cum but he stopped you-

He chuckled, "Nuh uh, you're wearing daddy's cum as a reminder to be his good girl."

You nodded, earning a smile from him. You sat in your seat like a good girl, watching him drive like nothing had happened. When you got home, Frankie came around and opened your door. You smiled up at him hoping all was forgiven.

"I'm not done punishing you." He cupped your face gently though his words were anything but. "Face down ass up on the bed and think about what you've done." You nodded, trying to mask your excitement with remorse. Frankie found that incredibly cute and it made his spent cock start to harden again.

You scampered upstairs, doing exactly as he said. You were anticipating how he was going to fuck you. Were you finally going to feel that uninhibited dominance you longed for?

You heard him banging pots and pans, cleaning up dinner and turning on the alarm. He was making you wait for it. You wiggled your ass in the air trying to get some stimulation on your poor pussy. You could feel the tracks of his cum drying on your thighs. You wanted to taste but you didn't dare be naughty again. Not when you were so close to getting what you wanted.

You perked up when you heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.

Frankie smiled when he saw you, his cock straining in his pants. "Good girl." He cooed when he saw you in position. You were so desperate for his praise at this point you almost came at those words alone. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Mhm. I'm sorry- please- frankie- I mean please daddy!" You moaned against the comforter. You turn your head to see him. He had taken off his flannel and was left in a tight grey t shirt that pulled around his stomach.

"What are you sorry for?" He pressured you, voice deep. You shivered.

"F-for being naughty."

He gave your ass a light smack. "What else?"

"For- for wearing the special set!"

"And?" He slapped you again, this time closer to your pussy.

"For dancing without you! Fuck!" You rocked in place.

"That's what I like to hear, princesa" He hummed in approval. He pulled your sweater over your head and tossed it into the corner of the room then made quick work of your skirt. You were left in your matching lace set. The panties were pushed off to the side and completely soiled, but it was still so pretty and delicate and light pink. His favorite.

He hummed, running his hands over the lace, watching your eyelids flutter.

"This is mine, right princesa?"

"Yes, daddy!" You replied instantly.

"This is mine, too." He cupped your pussy.

"Yes daddy!" You pressed against his hand. As soon as you did, however, he pulled away. "D-daddy?"

"You're going to stay just like this and take what I give you. If you move, daddy stops. Understand?" He said, unzipping his pants and peeling off his shirt.

"Mhm." You nodded fervently, licking your lips.

He joined you on the bed, knees planted next to yours. He slid his weeping head through your folds, groaning at how hot and ready you were. Your breath caught in your throat as he slid the very tip of his cock in and out.

"Daddy please..." You whispered, wiggling your hips.

"Ah ah-" He pulled away.

You froze.

"Good..." He groaned, pushing his length inside "girl..."

You moaned as your walls were pushed apart by his thick cock. The heavy curve molding your walls to take him. You fought the urge to thrust back or move at all. He pulled back then thrust in again. You jerked back against him and he instantly pulled out.

"I thought you were going to be a good girl now." He fisted your hair.

You just whimpered into the bedding, clenching some of the comforter between your teeth in frustration. When he was sure you were going to be still he thrust back in.

It was degrading and sinful to be fucked like this, like his personal toy. Like an inanimate sex toy there to give him pleasure. You screwed up a couple of times, jerking against him or trying to touch him. Every time he pulled out completely, leaving you empty and frustrated.

"Please daddy... please..." You were reduced to garbled pleas.

He leaned over you eventually, using his weight to keep you down how he wants you, and he picked up the pace, muttering curses and praise into your ear.

"Fuck, baby... is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a bad girl?"

"I-" You gasped "I wanted you to do-do what you wanted with me and make me- make me ta-take it."

"Yeah?" He taunted, his hips slapping against your ass, his cock rubbing against your most sensitive spot. "fuck- daddy needs that too."

You clenched your toes to keep still as your orgasm began to creep up.

Frankie continued to mutter filth into your ear. "You're doing- fuck- doing so well... letting daddy fuck you until he's had his fill. Fuck yes-Fuck I love you-" He devolved into grunts getting progressively louder with each thrust.

“I lo-” thrust “ove you-” thrust “too!” You manage to spit out.

And here's the thing about Frankie... he is dominant. He's filthy, but when he gets close like this... when he's about to cum inside of you, he gets needy.

"Look at me, baby-" He grunted, turning your chin with his face and capturing you in a messy kiss. His tongue filled up your mouth, leaving little room for yours to slide into his mouth.

You could feel his stomach expanding with his rapid breaths. Every thrust was accompanied by a push of his stomach and a grunt leaving his mouth that you eagerly swallowed. He was hardly thrusting in and out at this point. His thick arm wrapped around your waist using your weight to rock back and forth. The bed creaked with the effort.

"Frankie..." You gasped against his lips "Please can I cum?" Desperate tears stung your eyes from holding yourself back for so long. He was right there with you.

"Let go princess. Fuck-Cum for daddy." He ordered, bringing a calloused thumb to where you needed it most.

"I'm-oh!" You cried out, clenching your eyes shut.

"Yes, ah fuck yes that's it." Frankie hissed, as your walls fluttered around him. Your cum drenched his cock, smearing across his balls. His own orgasm was seconds away.

He wanted to cum inside of you, burying himself to the deepest part of you. But that's not what this was about… Instead, he pulled out, squeezing the base of his cock to stifle his cum.

"What're you..." You slurred, reaching back for him. He turned you onto your back and ripped your corset down past your tits.

"I'm not- fuck- I have to make sure you learn your lesson, baby. So you know what- fuck- what happens when you push daddy's buttons." He fisted himself above you, the tip of him hovering above your clit. His other hand played with your nipples until they were hard peaks.

"But-"

"Only good girls get my cum."

"But daddy..." You locked your legs around him, trying to pull him back to your heat.

"Daddy has to discipline you-" Frankie choked, wanting nothing more than to feel your walls milk his cum. However, that's not what you had wanted when you riled him up tonight. You wanted this; to be dominated completely.

"Fuck- gonna paint-look at me-" He grunted in broken tones. Your eyes swung up to his. Even though he was being mean, you could see the love in his gaze, the pure adoration that you let him have this kind of intimacy with you. Let him play out all his fantasies. You saw his gaze flicker down to your necklace with his initial, laying on your sweaty skin, and that lace he loved.

"Take it-" His words were cut off when his thighs trembled and he finally came with a broken cry. Your pussy was painted with his cum; your clit, your seam, your mound, your stomach.

You mewled as it hit your skin, your pussy clenching with longing. Frankie panted above you, his shoulders heaving, his dark hair curled over his forehead. He was so wide his shadow would have enveloped your form below him. He seemed to only get thicker as he came, chest pushing out. You think you might have cum right then from such a sinful sight.

He clutched your breast as the last of his spend dripped out of his cock and onto your pussy. His hips stuttered forward trying to chase that last drop of pleasure.

"Good girl... you did so-so well. Took daddy so well..." Frankie leaned over and kissed your lips and cheeks then down your neck. Each nipple. Gone was the harsh tone. His touch was light and reverential.

"Good girls get daddy's cum. You want some?" He scooped up some of the mess, smeared it on his sensitive dick, and pressed himself back inside your fluttering pussy. "Th-There you go... what do you say?" He bit his lip from the slight overstimulation.

"Th-thank you, daddy.” Your cheeks burned from the depravity of having been painted with his cum not once, but twice tonight. “Oh fuck... Frankie...that was incredible." You said with a breathy laugh.

Frankie chuckled as well, rolling over with you so he could cradle you against him. He hated to admit it, and he probably won't tell you, but the sex you had when you were being a brat felt more intimate. He was reminded how dependent you are on him for pleasure sometimes and how much you trust him. It makes his heart burst and his dick hard. He knew you only brat out because you were greedy for his attention. He can never resent you for that.

"Is that- is that what you wanted?" He asked, still catching his breath.

"Yeah. Oh fuck yeah." You giggled, kissing his jaw. "You're so sexy when you're riled up."

"Fuck...you were torturing me, baby. You know me too well."

"I think we can call it even."

"Until next time." He squeezed your ass playfully. "Have you ever thought that I may know how to rile you up?"

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