#idgf go fuck yourself

[iamtrippingballz]

raviolli are just secret shrimp

[anakinsdove]

𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 «𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐»

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!padawan!reader

summary: Your master is horny and frustrated, he looks for release at a nasty gloryhole in coruscant... only to find out that that perfect pussy he's fucking belongs to his padawan.

c/w: gloryhole mentions, p in v, masturbation, power imbalance, blowjobs, good pounding (very nasty idgf im sorry im horny)

discord - twitter: anakinsdove. -PART 1-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰: 3,231

1 week ago

He does look lovely standing there, he’s talking to master mundi and master kenobi, broad shoulders and a serious expression on his face, but you know it’s all a facade, the minute you two are alone again he’ll go for a round of twister and maybe if you’re lucky pizza and movie night… he’s like no other Jedi, and you wouldn’t want it any other way, he’s unorthodox, impulsive and he can get under people’s skin easily.

He has a charm you haven’t seen anywhere else in the galaxy in your entire life, but you don’t know many things, he added a little bit of color in your life, he has thaught you things and to see life in a different way, he’s naturally good at everything he does… it’s insane.

“Whatcha thinking about?” You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t see him move next to you

“You” you say simply and he chuckles

“You’re still impressed by that move? I told you Y/N it all about the wrist” your eyes sparkle at the memory of him tearing droids apart in your previous mission, only a few hours ago

“No, not that-” “Be right back, I have to give the council a report of our mission” he ruffles your hair and leaves

Your eyes follow him until he dissapears in a crowd and you sigh, attachment is forbidden, but how can you not get attached to Anakin Skywalker? there are many rules you’d break for him, he’s your master and it’s wrong, but still… you can’t help but think of him late at night when you touch yourself, your fingers rub tight little circles on your clit as you try not to give in sleep and you can’t help but mutter “Anakin…”

You’d ruin everything for him, You’d give him everything you are, everything you have… and it kills yourself to think he might not want it.

But you’re wrong

Because Anakin Skywalker is utterly and obsessed with you, he wants nothing more than to bend you over and stuff you so good with his cock, that’s his ultimate fantasy, but he must not give into his instincts, Until…

Present day

His arms wrap around your waist in the darkness… you shouldn’t have done that, does he hate you now? Is he disappointed? Does he not love you anymore? That thought is unbearable.

“Calm down, I can feel the anxiety dripping from you” “I’m sorry….” “No, You’re not” And he’s right, why should you be sorry for? For him filling you up tonight? For giving him the best orgasm of his life… you, his padawan.

“I don’t want you to be sorry Y/n” you turn around and your pretty eyes look up at his silhouette, even his shadow is beautiful “Why not?”

His fingers squeeze your waist experimentally and you can’t help but sigh, his touch relives a deep ache in your heart and possibly between your legs.

“Was I the first man to fuck you tonight?” His voice is low and dangerous and you nod stupid “Because I saw you with your legs spread and in display for everyone, If I arrived 2 minutes later someone else would’ve ended up fucking you, didn’t you think of that when you chose to fuck up with my mind?”

You feel like crying and he sees your eyes water, you’ve humiliated yourself and he doesn’t want you, you have betrayed his trust…. “No master… p-please I’m sorry…” he wipes your tears away with his thumbs “I said I don’t want you to be sorry… I want to fuck you again and this time I want you to watch” your breathe heaves and he kisses your forehead reassuringly “I’m just surprised that’s all… I didn’t know you had it in you…” his fingers unbuttoned your shirt swiftly and he removes it, the sight of your cleave is doing more for him than it should “Can I fuck you? Can I do it again this time because I want to?” You nod desperately and he turns you around pushing you against your clothing drawer… he turns on your pretty table lamp and your eyes fixate on the picture over the drawer, it’s a picture from last summer, anakin and you smiling as he carries you… an innocent moment so far of what you’re doing right now.

He spreads your legs and pushes into your lower back signaling to arch your back deeper, you hear fabric breaking and you know your panties are gone forever “Holy shit…” you look over your shoulder to see his expression lust and hungriness written all over his face “My cum is still dripping out of you… it’s dripping down your thighs” you look down and confirm what he says, his cum has been dripping down your thighs since the walk back to the temple… he spits over his fingers and you scrunched your eyes shut when he wraps his arm over your front and rubs your clit deliciously “And so fucking wet” “Master!” You cry out louder than intended and you hear him smirk, his hips move with abandon against your ass, he grinds his painfully hard cock over you bare skin, you don’t understand why his pants are still on…

“All you needed to do was ask… I would’ve fucked you so long ago if I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you” his fingers move faster and your brain turns off “What-“ “Fucking brat- you dont even want to know how many times I had to stroke my cock to the most unsatisfactory orgasm, when all I had to do was going to your quarters late at night and take you, don’t you want your master to feel good?” He moans against your ear, his confession fueling your desire as it drags you closer to the edge, you move your hips back against him and he growls, he wants to be the one in control.

“Fuck me please- fuck me I can’t take it anymore” you practically mewl when his fingers dip inside your creamy cunt, come hitter motion hitting your spongy spot deliciously, this is worth every consequence this could have in the future. “You’re going to take what I fucking give you, nothing less and nothing more my padawan, understand?” He says with a condescending tone and gives a kiss to your ear

Anakin underestimated his own arousal because he feels like cumming in his pants right now, his breathing is heavy and his eyes close… then he removes his fingers from your cunt leaving you empty.

“No!” You cry out and he has to shut you up, he dips his fingers inside your mouth making you taste yourself “I know it tastes heavenly love, I fucking know it” your eyes roll back into your head at his dirty words, you’re soaked by now.

He pulls away and sits on the edge of your bed pulling you into his lap, his fingers squeezing your breasts over your bra when he says “What do you know about sucking cock sweetheart?” Is he serious right now? He took your virginity only a couple hours ago! it also makes you giggle because of his vulgar words.

“Nothing” you say honestly and he nods “Good” already pushing you to the ground and on your knees, his fingers unzip his pants desperately tugging them down with his boxers too, his cock slapped against his lower stomach… it looks painfully hard and begging for your touch.. you practically zone out looking at it and you can’t help but be amazed that it even fitted inside you, this is your first time seeing it, ironically.

“I’ve dreamt about fucking this little mouth” he says breathlessly and his thumb traces your lower lip as you look at him with a pouty look… “I’ll guide you through it okay?” “Please…” he smirks at this, he knows how whiny you can be, so having you under control brings him satisfaction as your master.

“Spit on it- good good… now w-wrap your hand around my- Fuck!” He hissed as you stroke him inexpertly but still feels so good, it’s probably because it’s you, everything feels good with you, it makes him curl his toes “I thought you didn’t know anything about this.. Ah fuck…” he closes his eyes as he gives into the pleasure for a brief moment and opening them again when you mutter an unexpected confession “I gave a handjob once…” “To whom?!” He says offended but has to close his eyes again as you milk him his own precum and your spit making the nicest lube, you look at his cock with some sorry of fascination at the slimy sounds its making “L-“ “Don’t fucking tell me” he hisses and pushes your head down “Now suck on it sweetheart nice and slow…” you give the head a little kiss and kitten lick the shaft slowly… nice and slow and you can clearly see his abs constricting due the pleasure “It’s only right im the one who teaches you this” his voice is husky and it holds so much lust and you roll your eyes at his cockiness “Your master had to be the one to teach you how to blow someone Y/n… but most important I’m teaching you how to please me” his words are doing something to you and you can’t help yourself but to grind against his boot that he previously angled for you to rub yourself against it… you moan around him and he needs more.

“Just a little bit more sweetness, you kitten licking my tip feels amazing but your master needs you to take a little bit more okay?” You nod clumsily and his fingers tangle in your locks pushing you a little lower so you can take him deeper, your inexperience shows when you choke around his cock… if you only knew how good that felt, his breath heaved as he mutters a strangled “Good girl- good girl, you’re making your master feel so good” his praise sends shivers down your spine and he carefully thrusts up, hips moving up slowly as you furrow your eyebrows in concentration but you choke again “Ah.. fuck, nice and slow love… nice and slow take your time, I’m don’t going to hurt you”

He moans and groans as your lips wrap around him nice and tight, you’re mouth is warm and it feels perfect, just like everything about you, his thrusts speed only a little bit “Do- do you remember that time where I let you skip training because you wanted to go out to the mall?” You nod… that’s the only thing you can do when you’re this cock drunk… your eyes close and you let him move your head up and down as he pleases “I was a good master, I did a favor for you yeah?” Your eyes water as his cock hits the back of your throat “Now I need you to be a good padawan and let me fuck your mouth, okay?” You whimper around him and he groans… nodding desperately he smirks “tap my leg if it gets too much and breathe through your nose” he holds your hair in a ponytail and starts thrusting nice and hard up your mouth, his tip bruising the back of your throat, your whimpers and moans are muffled by his cock as it makes you choke, you look up at him and his eyes are closed mouth agape as he moans… your own desires can’t be ignored as you keep grinding against his boot… the best way to describe this feeling is euphoria, you can’t even hear your own thoughts because they’re overpowered by the pleasure sounds your master is making and the disgusting sounds your mouth is making… your bringing him close to ecstasy.

“Shit!” He cries out and you realize breathing is no longer important in this situation, you want to please him and that the only thing that matters, he holds your head down as your nose rubs against his pubes, your own eyes rolling back “Yes yes yes yes yes” anakin is too far gone in the pleasure, his eyes roll back as a bead of sweat falls from his forehead, he growls and pushes his boot harder onto you clit “I’m gonna- Fuck im sorry I can’t help it!” You want to protest but it’s too late, his hot cum is already filling your throat. “That’s a g-good g-good… f-fucking girl- ah! My padawan” he spasms and finally lets go of your head… his cock pulsates inside your mouth and your release him and you see him shake… his breathing is heavy and he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks… he smiles, like a genuine smile that shows love and appreciation

“Thank you Y/n… oh shit that was amazing” you beam at his praise as usual, he really knows how to push your buttons.

“Master I want to cum” you pout at him, he has been teasing you but not actually giving you what you need and crave “What have I taught you about patience?” “That is overrated” he curses himself and takes you into his arms laying you down on the bed. “Fine… I’m going to fuck you” he rolls his eyes as if it was annoyed to do such task and you tickle his ribs at his teasing… he laughs and loses strength as he falls on top of you… you look up at him, you’ve never been this close before, his eyes are piercing into your soul… Anakin closes the gap and for the first time he kisses you… he moans into the kiss, it feels so right and your lips don’t move for half a second… he holds your cheek delicately and you kiss him back with as much love and desire as him.

“I can’t believe it took me so long to do that” he whispers and you give him your brightest smile “alright ass up” you giggle and he bops your nose and slides a pillow under your hips for a better angle “How do you want it love? Nice and slow or… master I can’t walk I might need to skip training today?” He mocks your voice and you give him an unamused look, if he can tease you you can also tease him.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you pull him closer “alright I get it… spread your legs for me” you do as he says and he taps his cock over your clit repeatedly, you can’t help but throw your head back, it’s so sensitive by all his previous teasing it makes you whine “I know you want it sweetheart, its just, you look so good when you’re needy” “if I knew my master was this cruel if would’ve gone to master kenobi instead” his eyes widen and his brows furrows “No” you expected him to laugh but it angers him “You’re mine, no one else’s” he positions your legs over his shoulders and slides in… your soaked cunt is pulling him in and your tightness pushes him out.. he chuckles when you shudder under him “So- fucking big” your eyes furrow prettily and your eyes roll back as he fills you up for the second time tonight “Yeah? You’re so fucking tight” his hips moves against you nice and slow, you feel every bit of him, your gummy walls massage his tip, he moans and hides his face on the crook of your neck…

Your gasps and moans are music to his ears, the prettiest a sound in the galaxy, unfortunately his noises are muffled by your skin but you want to hear him cry out… maybe another time… he groans and nips at your skin sucking and marking you “You feel so good inside me master… you fill me up so good, no one could make me feel like you do” his eyes shut tight as your words struck a nerve, you feel his hips falter as he loses his rhythm… you giggle but soon his thrusts become forceful as he hits your g spot with precision

“Shit!” “language” he teases and chuckles against your skin, you pull his locks painfully tight as he hisses “You like it? You like how deep I’m inside you? This time I’m able to look at your pretty face” he kisses you once again, your legs hold him tightly not giving him much space to move and fuck you harder, it’s your fault he has to be harsher and manhandle you

Your velvety walls constrict around his cock and he pulsates and pulsates, he feels his balls tighten… his cock kisses you cervix again and you cry out as you attempt to push him away “I know it hurts… don’t worry I’m going to take care of you” your arms tangle over his neck as your nails dig into his back and scratch, leaving little moon shaped marks all over his skin, he changes the angle and pounds you deeper, you didn’t know it was possible… this time his pubes rub deliciously over your clit “you’re not fooling anyone love, you like it rough, you like it nasty and even dangerous, showing yourself to everyone in a nasty gloryhole in coruscant, why would you put yourself in that situation baby? Huh? You liked the smell of sex and everyone having sex around you? Is that it? You’re as much of a pervert as I am, because if you’d come to me sooner I would’ve fucked you in your comfy bed like the pillow princess you are”

“Master!” You near your release and he’s been holding his for about 5 minutes now, he trembles over you but he can’t stop, he needs to please you “You’re gonna cum sweetheart? I need you to cum, you been milking your master’s cock the entire night it’s only right I make you cum too”

Your cries fill the room and your eyes roll back, it’s a sight for sore eyes “Thank your master Y/n, thank your master for fucking this creamy pussy”

“Thankyouthankyou-“ you moan incoherently “I’m going to fill you up sweetheart- what a good little p-padawan” your climax hits the both of you like a bus… making you grind against each other tiredly as your moans die down eventually, only heavy breathing is heard…

When you both grow quiet and only the sounds of an average late night at coruscant fill the atmosphere you wrap your arms around him, you’ve never seen anakin this tired before, he always has enough energy for a battle but seems like pussy is his weakness, you clench around him involuntarily and he whimpers

“Thank your Y/n this was… fuck it was”

“Me? Thank you for being a pervert” you beam and kiss his forehead “it was truly amazing… thank you master” he chuckles

“Me? A pervert? You’re a nympho princess, after everything I’ve taught you in all these years the only thing it stuck you was my cock” you roll your eyes at his comment

“Now you know how Master Kenobi feels” but then you think a little bit more about your comparison and you cringe anakin laughs against your skin

“You’re lucky you’re beautiful”

You smile brightly at him “youre pretty”

“Only pretty? C’mon sweetheart I want to be beautiful”

“Fine.. you’re beautiful” he gives your neck a little kiss

“Can you sleep here tonight?” You nod “Great because you leaving means I’d have to pull out”

“Don’t mention it, you’re my best friend!” Anakin gives you an angry look even though he knows he’s joking, he wants to be more than that, and actually he already is… And with a kiss he shuts you up…

masterlist 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗱𝗼𝘃𝗲 © --- all rights reserved. no reposting/translating/ copying will be tolerated.

dividers - @i92-93

(Hello! I want to credit @anakinsbbgirl for inspiring this stories, she’s insane and I love her)

[astropookie]

I’m feeling like a fcking egoist so I’ll roast myself

I’m the best at it😄🥰

aspects of my birth chart I blame -don’t do that-

Picture from Pinterest

TW: it could turn deep

*basically aspects in my birth chart

Moon square Venus

I’m fucking rude. I always seem like Idgf. When I liked someone, unless I want them to know, in the past, they have told me that they haven’t had a clue I like them. It’s like I have a mask but really on the inside I’m sensitive and I’m scared of being hurt and not having the reaction I expect. Attachment issues. That’s the thing. I HAVE SUFFERED A LOT in past relationships, any type. Why? I’ve been too attached to the point I begged the other to stay or if don’t I…had a incomprensible fear OR I’ve been too cold and lost what could’ve been friends bc of my anxiety of being hurt/rejected/judge, etc. I HAVE SUCH A HUGE PROBLEM that’s not being able to show myself at the fullest or to struggle to be myself and i’ll adapt to what others would like. SCARED OF BEING JUDGE. I feel that I’m a burden, being me. Showing my real intentions and emotions to the ones I love the most. To be the cause of their problems. That’s my phobia -jk-.

Ascendant conjunction Neptune

As much as it costs me to mention it. Yes, neptune causes addiction or SPECIFICALLY and ORIGINALLY a necessity to escape, to avoid what’s in front of your eyes. The effect neptune gives is insane, the sensitivity someone with neptune energy is on another level. A level that make you wish to disappear or to go to another dimension. The need can’t be put in words. But oh darling, as much as you wish, you scream, you can’t go bc you’re sensitive and that makes you an emphatic. you feel what others feel: you can’t decide. How others would feel? So you hide it. You’re good at it or that’s what you think. “It’s for your own good and for the others, it’s the best”, that’s what you’d said.

Sun square Chiron

A truck hits you every time. Or -a example that’s more family friendly- when you start doing bars, at first you get blisters and it burns but you have to do the work anyways bc you’re not gonna wait an eternity so the blister can heal -another’s gonna appear in the process-: you kept going and finally your skin becomes indifferent to the rub between your hand and the bar. in other words, sun square chiron have passed and pass lessons that are really deep, specifically in the past by being invalidated for being them. They can feel insufficient and that you don’t have the right to be, to show your passions and expressive side (being creative and unique). They repressed you, they thought they had the right and you believed them. Honey, you become stronger each time. Your inner strength is incredible. Accepting yourself, being recognized by you is what matters and what’s going to make you reach your potential.

Lilith square Mars

AAAAAAAA THIS ASPECT. why do I have to have such a AAAAAA aspect? I HATE IT FUCK. You know how many times I’ve changed hobbies? How many times I’ve left a competition bc I was afraid of not winning? What if my full potential wasn’t what I expected? What if I wasn’t the best? If it was the case I preferred to leave, to die -how dramatic- instead of knowing I had competition and that I wasn’t the only one there that wanted to give her best. I changed hobbies every time bc I got bored: in reality I was afraid and stressed bc things didn’t go the way I wanted, I didn’t full my expectations and I was afraid of not doing it if I really tried. At the first try I expected to it to came out like I was an expert. I have to make a mistake, what I was most afraid of, to learn about it, to understand that I’m human. I HATE IT. That’s why I’m feeling like shit. The other day I exploded without of nowhere and a friend that I love obviously got offended and I tried to covered it by telling it was a joke -she still told me she didn’t like it- but then I apologized and cleared everything. Now, add those previous 3 aspects: I feel like fucking shit. -there are other things-.

incredibly, first time I don’t use emojis

—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—

❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

[kolapon-art]

that shit on Twitter with people coming at you for that luz aura tweet has the same vibe as that one tweet saying not to ship amity with men only for people who didn't even watch the show assuming amity isn't a canonical lesbian and going off about how "ppl turn straight characters gay so we can totally do the same with amity" it's ppl from the outside looking in and coming up with the most out of nowhere take on something they don't fully understand.

Too many ppl online wanna involve themselves in conversations and places they dont belong in and its the most infuriating thing ever. Like why are you commenting bs about a show you've never watched, will prolly never watch and don't know anything about, keep your opinions to yourself cause nobody wants them, me the least of all.

But that specific post? That wasnt even fandom drama or whatever, twitter just fucked me over and there was actual nazis, white supremacists and fascists under it, it was crazy. And all cause I posted a clip of a colonizer dying...

So I don't feel bad at all for saying that I hope these ppl lead very miserable lives, short ones too cause at the end of the day idgf about fandom drama but these ppl are actual bigots, worst of the worst so the world will be a better place without them in it.

[onlyjaeyun]

hi, i slept well and woke up read the fic and was so speechless, literally to the point that i just thought about it and stared into the blackwhole for next the few hours processing it but im back ^^

so, that was a goddamn masterpiece, im not even kidding….

the build up? the little introduction to their relationship and how fucking great seungie is as a boyfie was super cute <3  then i was LIKE OMG WE HAVE BEEN DATING FOR 6 years ("me a 19 yo wait a sec that illegal" a jk but i i loved it actually cuz thats just shows how amazing their relationship is bro six years of ALL THAT WOW me when??? back to the essay tho)  AND OFC ITS THEIR ANNIVERSARY super cute !!!!!!!! 

naurrrr he forgot :((( omg that was sad :(( i mean dressing up and all that and then u have no to impress i get that she was upset :(( BUT I LOVED the communication !!! seungie was like okay a bit of being distant is fine but there is something wrong time to investigate and THEY TALKED THIS THROUGH LIKE A BUNCH OF LOVE SICK PUPPIES (and adults ofc)

she wants to do what NOW????????? my god its about go down “use you” i gasped also the part about hee being dominant in a way that u can just feel it WAS SO FUCKINGNHOT?? woowwwwwwww

bbg...........................................seungie's sex talk got…..got me soo fucking good LIKE IM ACTUALLY IN SHOCKED !!!!!!!!

“take it easy on me, baby” ???????? "good girl" "fucking his fist to the thought of u" ?????????? behave yourself ?????????????? spit in my mouth angel (this was killed me i died dead) ??????????  at that point i actually closed the app cuz i needed a breather cuz my god my fucking god it was so fucking amazing like i cant even find the words to describe how good that fucking was LIKE THE WHOLE FUCKING SCENE WAS 100000000000000000000000000000/10  AND OFC SHE RODE HIS FACE AND HE LOST THE IDGF WAR SO QUCKILY amazing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!and he actually just ripped the ropes ??? like so he WAS in control the whole fucking time rfrvudjsjailjfc,zxljqwdszcx jkneafdszcxjkn m  i lost it Fr   and he said might as well do this more often

*cutely passes away*

IT WAS AMAZING, for real i loved this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sending u so much kisses and words of encouragement!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK U THANK U THANK U i had the time of my life reading it  love uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷

this was one of the sweetest, kindest and most heartwarming asks ive ever received, thank you SO much for liking it so much and giving the fic so much love, it really means so much to me bc even if i dont write for the views and whatsoever it's incredibly nice to verbally hear that someone appreciates the work, sending you so much love 🥺🩷

[spideymybucky]

I'm done with this shit

beautiful-harry-styles and zot3-flopped are hating on people who don't believe H is dating a woman, and if people assume Harry is anything but straight, they attack. Actually, they are hating on blogs telling the truth about this whole mess that we call Hollywood. They think that if we inform, we start saying what's behind the scenes, we hate H.

Girl-man-they, get your facts straight, please. I've repeated 100 times that I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF PEOPLE BELIEVE ME. I don't do this to get paid or to become famous; for fuck sake, I do this to make people UNDERSTAND THE TRUTH BTS. Also, I'd never imposed my beliefs or what I know onto someone cause IT'S THEIR CHOICE TO BELIEVE IN IT OR NOT.

And if that makes me and others a hate blog, then be it. I'm just tired of the bullying, the shitty comments, and the kill yourself. I'm tired of y'all making fun of other beliefs; why hate on larries? IDGF if people believe that, I don't mind if people believe in larry or don't cause I am no one to go and tell them not to, AS WELL AS YOU. Y'all have no right to insult them NOR INSULT PR/PA BLOGS.

I'm tired of the bullying that y'all are inflicting in a lot of blogs. JUST SHUT UP AND CONTINUE WITH WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BELIEVE and stop TELLING PEOPLE TO KILL THEMSELVES OR BLASTING THEM SO Y'ALLS MINIONS CAN GO AND INSULT THEM. LIKE WHY THE FUCK HAVE A HATE LIST??? WHO BLASTS BLOGS FOR NOT HAVING YOUR BELIEFS???

[rangoatemybabynsfw]

Kinktober (2019) Day 8: Prostitution/Sex Work

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender Pairing: Shiro/Keith Tags: Bottom Keith, Top Shiro, Prostitution, handjob, blowjob, facefucking, anal sex, safe sex, cowgirl position, missionary position, 

Author’s notes: I don’t list an actual age for Keith in this prompt but assume he’s whatever the age of consent is. I don’t want any bullshit coming into my inbox from Sheith haters talking about how Keith is a wee babe not capable of making decisions and Shiro is a predator taking advantage of him. 

ISTG, if you send me that shit I will just immediately block you. IDGF. 

It’s been two weeks and Shiro has to finally accept it. Adam’s not moving back in. 

Their little spat in the workroom about him going to Kerberos really did break them. Adam filed for new officer quarters and took only the things he cared about with him. Sometimes they guest lecture together, but Adam won’t voluntarily speak to him. It stings but part of him still feels justified in his decision to go on the mission.

If Adam doesn’t want to support his dreams...then he’ll accomplish them without him.

Normally, on Fridays, he would go out to dinner with Adam. Just the two of them. And the past two Fridays, he sat in his quarters reading and working out. But now he’s finally getting stir crazy. Not to mention he hasn’t gotten any in weeks which means he’s on edge a little more than usual.

Maybe it’s finally time to drown his sexual frustrations in a stranger.

He knows exactly where to look. There’s a city near the Garrison and on the far side of that city is a place called Rainbow Row. A little on the nose, but it’s a place known for its gay nightlife. Dance clubs and bars and more. He knows for certain that there are more than a few prostitutes in the area too.

It’s far enough from the Garrison that no one will recognize him if he picks up a hooker. Not that it’s against the rules but it is frowned upon since it doesn’t exactly paint the officer in a good moral light. He goes in civilian clothes with the hope that if someone does recognize him, they’ll at least know he’s off duty and maybe mind their own business. 

He cruises the street a little in his car, looking at the common gathering grounds. No one catches his eye until he tries the other side of the street. From behind he sees a tiny skirt, fishnets, and a crop top. All of it black, just like the dark hair pulled up into a tail and exposing his neck. His eyes scan up from the high heel boots to his neck, checking out everything in between. 

Looks more than satisfactory. So Shiro pulls up and flickers his lights to get their attention.

The hooker heads his way, swaying a little seductively to show off his hips. He taps Shiro’s window and he rolls it down so he can lean his face in and tell Shiro his prices.

“It’s thirty for a blow, ten extra to swallow. Sixty if you want---”

“Keith?” Shiro interrupts with disbelief.

There’s a moment of stunned silence as they both stare wide-eyed at each other. It’s impossible to tell who’s more shocked to see who but Shiro is the first to actually speak.

“What...What are you doing here?” Shiro asks.

“Uh, I...n-nothing,” Keith tries.

“You’re...selling yourself,” Shiro realizes and Keith frowns and averts his eyes. “Why?”

“Why do people usually sell themselves?” Keith huffs while crossing his arms and squeezing. “I need money. It’s not like Garrison tuition is free.”

Shiro is aghast. This can’t be real. The kid he took under his wing is out here selling his body to pay his way through school. This is not what he wanted for Keith when he helped him get into the Garrison. And now that he knows, he can’t let this continue.

“Get in, right now, Keith,” Shiro says and unlocks the doors.

“Shiro, it’s---”

“Right now,” Shiro repeats sternly, brokering no arguments. 

Keith frowns, grabs his bag, and slides into the passenger seat. He clicks his seatbelt and Shiro drives off. There’s a few minutes of silence before Keith clears his throat.

“So...where are we going? Parking garage?” Keith asks.

“I’m taking you where you should be,” Shiro reveals, his tone agitated. “The Garrison.”

“What? No!”

“Do you know how lucky you are that I caught you?” Shiro asks, his anger barely restrained. “If someone else caught you they’d have expelled you!”

“You’re not the first officer to catch me,” Keith huffs and sinks into his seat while hugging his arms close. 

The underlying message being...he wasn’t expelled. He’s still out here selling himself. Which means, Keith bought their complicity somehow and Shiro has a feeling it wasn’t money that Keith paid them off with. 

Shiro pulls into a gas station to fill up his tank and gather his thoughts. 

He has to get Keith back to the Garrison and he’s got to convince him to stop doing this. All it takes is the wrong person seeing him, the kind of person who can’t be bought, and they’ll kick Keith from the Garrison. He’s a bright student, but he’s also an orphan, which means if they kick him out, he’s got nowhere else to go.

There’s got to be something more Shiro can do. He can’t let Keith flush his potential down the drain like this. Maybe he can get a loan to pay the rest of Keith’s tuition. He could co-sign it. Then when Keith becomes a legitimate pilot he can pay it all back without having to risk slumming it on the street.

Shiro takes a seat back inside and puts his key in the ignition. He doesn’t turn it yet. Instead, he sighs and turns to his passenger who is gazing out the window. 

“You can’t do this anymore,” Shiro tells him, trying to keep his tone soft and sympathetic.

“I’m a legal adult, Shiro. You can’t stop me,” Keith says back without moving. 

“Someone will report you, Keith. It’s just a matter of time,” Shiro explains. “Hell, I should do it but I don’t want you to lose out on this great opportunity you have with the Garrison. We’ll find another way to pay---”

“What were you doing on Rainbow Row, Shiro?” Keith interrupts to change the subject. 

“I…” Shiro falters but then shakes his head. “That doesn’t matter.”

“You weren’t there to go dancing,” Keith says, his eyes darting to Shiro finally. “Were you looking to buy someone’s services?” he asks, finally sitting up from the window and fully looking at Shiro. “Were you going to buy me for the night?”

“Yes. I mean--no!”  Shiro stumbles a little over his words. “No, I… of course not,” he finally says.

“But you drove right up to me,” Keith points out and leans a little closer. “You must have seen something you liked before you saw my face and had an attack of conscience. What was it?”

Keith places a hand on Shiro’s and grasps it gently in his warm fingers. He guides the hand up to his face and turns his head.

“My hair?” he asks and brushes Shiro’s fingers through the soft strands of his ponytail. “Or maybe my neck?” he guesses and slides Shiro’s knuckles against his fluttering pulse.

“Keith, I…” Shiro barely utters.

“My chest?” Keith asks and presses Shiro’s palm to his sternum. “Was it my legs?” he continues his query and slides that palm down his fishnet thigh making Shiro hold his breath. “Or maybe...you wanted what’s under the clothes?”

When Keith slides his hand up inner thigh right between his legs, Shiro bites back a noise and finally pulls his hand out of Keith’s. He swallows nervously and wills himself not to get hard.

“You’re not a Garrison officer here and I’m not your student. You’re just a man. And tonight I’m just a whore. Means if you pay, you can have it just like anyone else,” Keith tells him. “If not, I’m getting out and hitching a ride back to Rainbow Row. So unless you’re going to pay to scold me, we’re done.”

Keith pops open the door and swings a leg out to leave but Shiro grabs hold of his arm.

“How much...would you make a night?” Shiro asks, his eyes closed like he’s trying to focus.

“Not much. $150 on average,” Keith shrugs. “And I’ve already made sixty from two---”

“I don’t...need to know the details,” Shiro interrupts and pauses as he takes a deep breath. “If I give you the rest...will you quit for the night? Please?”

 “Yeah, sure,” Keith nods and closes the car door.

Shiro lets go of Keith’s arm and pulls out his wallet. A fifty dollar bill and two twenties. If that’s what it takes to get Keith to stop tonight then it’s worth it. He passes them into Keith’s hand and Keith stuffs the bills into his skirt pocket.

“Great,” Shiro sighs with relief.  “Now that that’s done, we can---”

Shiro doesn’t get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth because a hand grabs and turns his face into receiving a kiss. A soft, wet, hungry series of kisses, with a tongue licking its way into his mouth. Shiro’s too shocked to fully grasp what’s happening or what to do, that is, until a palm goes to his crotch and gives it a firm squeeze. That’s when Shiro gets control of his senses back and grabs Keith by the shoulders to push him back.

“What are you doing, Keith?” Shiro asks him, a little breathless.

“Completing our transaction,” Keith answers as if it were obvious. “You paid for me for the rest of the night, right?”

“No. I mean, yes, in a way. What I mean is…” Shiro collects himself then tries again. “You don’t have to do that. I paid you so you wouldn’t have to do that.”

“I don’t take handouts,” Keith says with a petulant frown and rummages into his skirt pocket. “If that’s what your money is...then you can have it back.”

Keith extends the folded bills back out to Shiro with a serious look on his face.  Shiro stares at the money, uncertain what to do. If he takes it back, Keith’s just going to go back to the Row regardless of what Shiro has to say about it. If he gives the money to Keith, Keith’s going to insist he earns it.

Shiro’s lips on Keith’s, his fingers entwined in dark hair, pulling gasps and sighs out of him with each thrust. Would Keith call out his name? Would he beg for more speed? Plead for Shiro to fuck him deeper?

He was going to buy someone’s company tonight anyway, right? Why not...Keith?

Shiro reaches out and folds Keith’s fingers around the money, pushing it back to Keith with a flush on his cheeks.

“I uh...I have a room I rented for the night,” Shiro reveals and coughs to clear his throat. “We can...do it there.”

Keith nods his understanding and sits. They both click their seatbelts and Shiro pulls out of the gas station to drive them to the motel.

The whole drive is silent but the air is full of Shiro’s nervous energy. Keith seems indifferent to it. Like he’s used to it and that slightly horrifies Shiro even more. When they arrive, Keith hops out of the car with his bag and follows Shiro into the room without a word. 

It’s cheap but it’s clean. Shiro tells him to go ahead and use the shower. To clean up and relax if he wants. Keith just shrugs and takes his bag into the bathroom, the water starting up once he’s closed the door. Shiro takes a seat on the mattress of the twin bed and rests his chin on his folded hands.

What is he doing? What is he doing? What is he doing?

Why is he so nervous about this? Keith’s of legal age. Prostitution is legal here too, though it's still frowned upon for moral reasons. He’s not coercing Keith into doing this. By all accounts, he’s not doing anything illegal, and yet he’s nervous.

Maybe it’s because of Adam, he thinks somberly. He only just got out of a long term thing. Maybe it’s still too soon. 

Or maybe it’s just that Keith is...well, he’s Keith. 

Shiro’s never looked at him like an adult because he’s only ever been ‘that kid that Shiro is mentoring’. But it’s been almost eight years since he first met him. Keith’s not a little kid anymore. He’s capable of making his own decisions and has been for a while and Shiro simply hadn’t noticed the change in him.

“Or I’ve been in denial,” Shiro sighs and shakes his head. 

The bathroom door opens with a squeak and steam pours out. Shiro sits up straight as Keith exits. 

He’s in boxers briefs and tousling his wild hair dry with a towel. Shiro hadn’t realized Keith had been wearing makeup before. With it gone he no longer has a babyface, he looks a little older and less feminine. He looks a hundred times better this way.

And while Keith is smaller than him, he’s still very fit. Well-sculpted muscles with a couple scars on his legs and side. Childhood injuries from the lightness of them. Nothing recent for which Shiro is relieved. No bruises either. Means that despite all the risk Keith’s been taking, no one’s physically harmed him.

Keith steps over to the bed and stands before Shiro, looking down on him while holding the towel ends around his neck. He looks...so self-assured. Confident. It’s like he’s seeing the real Keith for the first time. 

“Ready?” Keith asks him and Shiro gives him a nervous smile.

“As I’ll ever be,” he answers.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite unless you ask me to,” Keith smirks.

Keith crawls into Shiro’s lap, looping the towel around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Shiro meets the kiss, stiffly at first but relaxing more and more with each subsequent kiss. He thought he’d feel strange kissing Keith back but it doesn’t. In fact, it feels so natural that Shiro’s hand is already curling around Keith’s neck and pulling him in for deeper kisses.

“See? It’s nice, right?” Keith asks and Shiro just barely nods his head before kissing Keith more.

Keith tosses the towel aside and his hands travel down Shiro’s chest. He reaches the hem and pulls it up, inch by inch until he’s peeled it off Shiro’s body. Those glide down again, this time on skin, making Shiro shiver. 

He goes for Shiro’s fly next, unbuttoning it and slipping his hand inside to palm Shiro’s hardon trapped within his boxers. Shiro moans in his mouth, his fingers squeezing Keith’s sides as his cock twitches.

“K-Keith…”

“You’re so big,” Keith whispers and squeezes again. “I want to see it.”

Keith rubs and slowly works Shiro’s cock out of his pants, stroking as he kisses Shiro. He rolls his wrist and brushes a thumb over the sticky pre-come dripping out of his slit. Shiro exhales another weak moan, his face pressing into Keith’s shoulder as he takes heavy breaths. 

Shiro doesn’t realize that Keith’s slipping out of his lap until he suddenly finds that his hands are empty. 

He opens his eyes to find Keith on the floor, up high on his knees. He’s pulling his hair back with a tie and when done he returns to stroking Shiro’s weeping cock. The other hand takes Shiro’s hand and guides it into his ponytail, encouraging Shiro’s fingers to hold there. And then he takes his hand away.

Shiro sees what’s going on here. It’s written all over Keith’s face. Face flushed and eyes deferring downwards. He wants Shiro to take control now. To treat him like the whore he paid for.

Shiro tightens his hold and pulls Keith forward, nice and close to his cock. Keith’s lips part and his tongue darts out, licking a hot line from base to tip and catching that stream of precome in his path. He licks his lips and swallows, his eyes telling him he’s ready for more.

Keith’s face is tugged further by his ponytail and pushed into sinking onto Shiro’s cock. His lips spreading and mouth sucking in his thick girth with a moan. Shiro bites back the initial gasp but can’t restrain the next few when Keith starts to bob over his cock, sloppy with spit dripping down his chin. 

At first, Shiro just lets Keith set the pace but then he gets the urge to rock his hips. He braces his feet on the floor, holds tight to Keith’s hair to keep him from moving, and then snaps his hips forward. Keith lets out an aborted whine, like he was caught off guard, his eyes flying open and then lidding as he looks up at Shiro.

It’s all the permission he needs to fuck Keith’s face. Shiro keeps going, panting as he thrusts and reveling in that desperate look on Keith’s face. 

It’s only a few minutes later that he sees Keith’s wriggled his hand into his underwear. There’s another squelching wet noise in the room and it’s Keith fingering himself. He must have lubed up ahead of time so they wouldn’t have to stop in the event that Shiro wanted to fuck him.

And now he really wants to.

Shiro pulls Keith off his cock, to which Keith coughs a couple times and pants to catch his breath.

“Can I...fuck you?” Shiro asks, his voice raspy with need. 

“Y-Yes, yes,” Keith nods. “Th-There’s condoms...in my bag.”

“I have some in the drawer,” Shiro says, pulling Keith off the floor and onto the bed.

Shiro pulls off the rest of his clothes and quickly puts on the condom. Keith’s already kicked off his boxers. He continues to finger and stretch himself as he waits for Shiro to tell him how he wants him. 

Shiro doesn’t have the stamina most have thanks to his disease, so the only position he can do that won’t be short-lived is riding. He props up a few pillows and lays out before gesturing Keith to get on top of him. Keith clambers over and Shiro takes him by the hips to line him up. Once there, he thinks Keith will go slow, that he’ll ease into pushing that cock inside him. 

He doesn’t.

Keith drops like a rock, that cock spearing into his ass and punching a great moan out of both of them. Without a moment to waste, Keith’s already rocking onto that cock. He braces his hands on Shiro’s stomach, raising and rolling his hips before dropping again. 

With his hands on his hips, Shiro adjusts Keith into a better position and then starts meeting Keith’s drops with thrusts upward. He’s hitting places that Keith didn’t know existed, making the man over him exhale several moans. They keep getting higher pitched until Keith’s biting back whines. He sees that Keith’s own cock is starting to drip uncontrollably and guesses it won’t be long before he erupts.

“Sh-Shiro...I...ahH! I...I’m…”

“Go ahead,” Shiro nods his understanding. “Do it…”

Keith shakes his head with a whine, biting his lip as he rocks and hits the sweet spot again.

“What’s---”

“Not… supposed to… I… ahH! I’ve never… not while working…” Keith tries to explain.

Keith’s never come while doing his sex work before. He’s given several blowjobs, fucked and been fucked a dozen times but he’s never gotten off. No one ever did anything that made him feel this desperate for release. But seeing Shiro under him, flushed, sweaty, and moaning Keith’s name...

This was just a means to get money. He never thought he’d ever actually enjoy himself.

Not until Shiro.

“Never?” Shiro asks again.

“N-Never,” Keith stammers. “O-Only...on my own…”

If that’s the case, then Shiro’s going to be the first. 

He rolls them and puts Keith’s legs over his shoulders. He can’t do this for long so he makes every thrust count. With slow deep rolls of his hips, he’s got Keith fisting the sheets and almost sobbing. Shiro kisses and licks at his neck as he rocks. Then he wraps his hand around Keith’s cock and starts pumping it.

Keith practically screams, his body arching and spasming.  His face nearly disappears into the pillows as his stomach is splattered with come. Shiro buries his face into Keith’s neck with a groan, reaching his own release within moments.

He pulls out and rolls off of Keith, putting his legs down carefully. The towel is grabbed from the side of the bed and Shiro uses it to wipe up the ungodly amount of come on Keith’s body. Keith doesn’t even react, if Shiro didn’t know any better he’d think Keith had passed out. 

But Keith is taking measured breaths, the sound raspy as if his throat were sore. Shiro wouldn’t be surprised if it were after that ecstatic scream.

“Is that...what good sex is supposed to feel like?” Keith finally asks.

“I suppose,” Shiro shrugs with a half-smile. 

“Great,” Keith groans and rolls over to hide his face under a pillow. “Now I’m never gonna be able to pimp myself out again.”

“Are you serious?” Shiro blinks with disbelief. “You won’t go back to Rainbow Row?”

“No,” Keith resignedly sighs. “The only sex whores get is mediocre and now that I’ve been spoiled with the good shit, I won’t accept anything less. So, thanks a lot,” he says, trying to sound annoyed. 

“Keith,” Shiro says sympathetically, placing a hand on Keith’s shoulder. He snorts out a small laugh when he sees that Keith’s blushing despite his frown.

“Now I’m going to have to find another way to pay my tuition.”

“I can help,” Shiro offers. “And I promise it won’t be a handout. I’ll look into some work-study grants for you.”

“Thanks,” Keith says as he sits up, still maintaining his frown and blush. “Uh, Shiro?”

“What is it, Keith?” Shiro asks and hands Keith his underwear. 

“Is this a one-time thing?”

God, he hopes not...but that’s really up to Keith, isn’t it?

“Do you want it to be?” Shiro inquires.

There’s a long pause as Keith thinks. He stands and sits back down next to Shiro. He lifts his head to look into Shiro’s eyes before his gaze darts down to his hand. He tentatively takes it his own.

“No, I don’t,” he finally answers. 

Shiro dips his head and rests it against Keith’s as his fingers close around Keith’s.

“Neither do I.”

[zyringe]

Idk if you keep stalking my tumblr or not, but if you do I need to tell you right now to go fuck right off.

We broke up and I wanted to stay friends, I kept helping you the way I could and I know I couldn't do much, but I myself am fucked in the head. I need help myself.

I found someone new, yes. I love them, yes. We're a couple, yes and I'm really enjoying my time with him.

I'm sure that gives you negative emotions, cuz I know you still like me, but that doesn't give you the right to send me hundreds of messages calling me a bad person, slutshaming me (even if you say it isn't) and just being a shitty person to me overall.

I cared about you, I loved you, I fucking moved in with you to your country, where the culture is completely different, I don't speak jackshit of the language and there's a tone of laws that hurt people like me. And you dare tell me I didn't care about you??? Because I post about the boy I'm in love with???

You don't even realize how manipulative and toxic you are. Maybe you do but you're just fake af. Since I met someone new you're showing sides of yourself that you hid really well or masked. Like I'll never forget and you made me throw my clothes to the trash for being too revealing and edgy...

You need to fucking move on because I'm not dealing with your shit anymore. You spam tf outta my wpp and then you block me? You stalk my tumblr, a place I told you is my safe space, but ya know what? Go ahead. You're acting like my abusive ex, just can't fucking move on and so feel the need to make me feel like shit bc they feel like shit. Lol it won't work anymore hun.

Be mad that I'm with someone that actually knows how to be romantic, who I can have endless conversations with, who actually likes spending alone time with me to do more than just smoke hash and have sex. Be mad he takes me out for lunch or dinner and doesn't bring his friends. Be mad I'm having fun and feeling the sun on my skin. Be mad that I'm happy idgf.

The only thing I want is for you to leave me tf alone. You blocked me and don't wanna give me your mother's number to check on the pets. Dw, I'll get a facebook and find them and I'll get them cuz I don't trust you to take care of them, you never did lol it was always me. You couldn't even take care of me and thats why I left you.

Just get some fucking professional help and leave me alone. If you keep stalking my shit and get hurt THAT'S ON YOU. I don't hate you, I told you that a bunch of times, but everyday you're making me closer to hating you. I'm tired of being understanding when you just want me to feel guilty for being happy

[red-snapper-renegade]

So I'm on a monthly cycle.

I don't like certain bitches. I don't like fat bitches. I don't like dumb bitches. I don't like bitches that are fake and see what they do is delusional. One day imma tell this girl about herself...i was told the other night when we had our disagreement, she said to me, "The next time if i see or hear from you you better be on forensic files" and it's a long story, its really none of your business. You lucky I'm telling you this much. None of it scares me. She ain't shit without him if you want to get technical.

I'm trying to be the bigger person. I take after my long term boyfriend I've been with for over 5 years. He's taught me a lot of things about life and the system. He's got a lot of things that weigh more on your plate and what you been through in life. He is one of a kind and groupies you trying to find out go ask him. He don't fuck with black bitches. I see how you vultures look at me in public when I'm with my nigga, he don't fuck with you. And that goes for you no game bum fuck ass niggas yeah he pull up in a car. He's a black guy. He's a different breed and cut from a different cloth. And I'm no bum. Idgf about those things but don't nobody wanna talk to you.

I'm a rude kind of bitch=how New Yorkers are. I'll put you in a awkward place and won't say nothing. I'll make you get the message that i have a man....if ain't said nothing and i didn't speak, you gon get your raping ass out my face. Its not the case of being rude, that's how people in the mid west is. Its even in my blood, but other states they consider that rude, no😊

Its unique to find out things about yourself and embrace it. I may be from this racist, gay, drug and prostitute infested county, I'm going to give New York a taste of this and follow Pop Smoke's steps.

Now back to 'I'm trying to be the bigger person here' i am, what i mean I'm trying not to let little things bother me by her. Her little 2 cent remarks and trust me she always has to say something.. Just her period. Like i said before, one day I'm going to tell her about herself and she gon wish she never acted like she did. She might kill herself.

I have said words hurt and the truth does hurt.

[bitterheartless]

You ppl come to me for help and I love to help, because when I needed help no one was there to lend me a hand, so when I need a favor I like to pay so I obviously like to look out for my ppl because cars don't run on water nor I like to waste ppls time, so because I look out I'm giving hand outs?? So if you feel some type of way because I'm shoving money down your throat all the time I ask for a favor, why you still take the money tho?? Foh you told me so many times you take anything anyone gives you because you ain't rich, if they take you to eat you going to go, they give you for gas you going to take it, your own words boo boo..so why your trying to fucking say that I think your a muelta de hambre... you think that way of yourself and your saying I'm the one that thinks that way of you.. If this gets to you I know exactly who showed you it, and idgf.. I'm not saying no names.. and I'm not lying