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strawbabysimp · 4 years ago

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Faking Beauty || Dom!Hisoka x Reader

Genre: Smut

Category: Dom!Hisoka x Fem!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Blowjobs, Cum Play, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Grinding, Pet Names, Rough Sex, Somnophilia, Unsafe Sex

A/N: Decided to dust off Dom!Hisoka and release him out into the world

“Y/N~ I’m homeeeeee”

Hisoka walked through the entrance of your shared bedroom, quickly spotting your sleeping form under the covers. He made note of the way one of his crop tops gripped your curves, barely covering your breasts that seemed to perk up just a bit more at the sound of his voice. He didn’t let the slight potential movement disrupt his current course of action, taking another quick moment to bask in your appearance. You always seemed to calm him down, or excite him even more, there was never a dull moment with the two of you.

His eyes drifted over your body, a small sigh leaving his mouth along with some of the tension he was oh so aware of. He always tended to get a bit riled up after fights, never feeling he had been able to release enough of his bloodlust on his opponents, which was all the more reason to take it out on you in other more life-friendly ways, as he liked to describe it.

Hisoka quickly undressed, preferring to sleep completely bare, which you were never one to complain about. He peeled the covers away from your body and snuggled up behind you, curling his form to accommodate your smaller frame. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the sweet contact, trying his hardest not to wake you - it would spoil his fun.

You shifted slightly, gripping firmer onto the pillow that rested in between your arms, a small hum of contentment forming in your throat. That little sound was all the encouragement Hisoka needed to go forward with his plans. His perfectly sharpened nails grazed over your hip, settling firmly onto the soft skin, pressing you firmer against him while he began to move leisurely against your ass. His nose grazed the side of your neck, nuzzling just underneath your ear as his breathing intensified.

You could feel the small smile that played on his lips as his mouth opened slightly in a breathy moan. "You're such a good little thing for me, even when sleeping," he spoke in a low whisper, finishing his sentence with a mirage of kisses before biting down gently on your lobe. You arched into the touch without a second thought, causing him to tear his lips away from the weak spot.

"And what are you doing little one?" He growled gaining an even harsher hold on your hips. You could feel the way his claws threatened to puncture through your skin and how his hands were slightly colder than your own body creating a cooling sensation in the same area he held a painful grip on.

His thrusts began picking up their pace, it was no longer relaxed rocking but rather harsh grinding against your backside. "You're so cute when you pretend you aren't desperate for me," he said licking a stripe up the base of your throat, curling slightly over you," I know you're awake. There's no need for all these silly little games of yours now pet."

You allowed your eyes to crack open and meet his glowing ones. The small smile on his lips morphed into a cruel smirk, typically reserved for his victims, which in this situation I guess you were. Though, a willing one at that.

"C'mon now love," he said, voice filled with deceitful sweetness. He had quickly removed himself from behind you despite his noticeable hindrance and snuck your hand into his palm. "I said come on." He still chose to speak in a light airy tone yet the force in which he used to pull you up with him was nothing of the sort. You wouldn't have been able to stop yourself from moving along with his insistent hand even if you tried.

Right before you managed to be yanked fully off the bed Hisoka paused, allowing you a small moment to ready yourself for the next forceful jerk. This time it led you to the floor, staring up at the man in front of you. Your fear lessened at the knowledge that he was still far in control of himself. You trusted Hisoka -- to an extent -- but you still felt more secure when there was noticeable conscious thought into his next course of action.

He tapped lightly on your lips. "Open on up now pet." His eyes shined down on you uncannily. You remained looking up at him, positioned painfully on your knees, as his fingers found their way into your mouth, using their newfound position to pry your lips open wider. His naked form hardly surprised you but you couldn't help but feel intimidated as his arousal laid fully on display.

The two digits dipped in and out of your mouth, sliding smoothly along your tongue as you sucked lightly on the welcome intrusion. A few more seconds passed as he continued to watch them sink deeper and deeper. Finally, he finished, but not before shoving them harshly to the back of your throat -- mindful to yank them back quickly so as not to cut up the inside of your throat with the sharpened points.

Tears gathered in your eyes as he traced the lining of your open lips. His finger left your skin-tone sensitive head of his cock, throbbing painfully as precum gathered at the tip. He gave himself a few measured pumps before setting himself softly on your laid-out tongue. He slid in slowly, ignoring your wanting stare in turn of gazing hungrily at his slowly disappearing length.

His pace didn't remain slow for long, plunging the last couple inches in rapidly. A groan left his lips at the sudden sensation encasing his cock, head tilted back as he breathed out shakily. His smile brightened as he spotted the drool leaking from your mouth as he pulled out at a slow pace only to slam back in harshly.

“Who’s the dumb one now? Drooling over the nearest cock like a little fucking whore? I wonder if you’re still asleep, so desperate for dick that you dream about taking me into that slutty throat of yours.”

“Mhmm.” You moaned at his words, eyes watering with soon-to-be-shed tears as his member roughly hit the back of your throat. His nails dug surprisingly light into your scalp compared to the force he used to hold you against him.

He didn’t seem to be satisfied with your response though because less than a second later he grabbed a hold of the back of your hair, roughly pulling you off of him. A thin strand of spit connecting the two of you broke and his gaze darkened even further as he watched it snap back to your thoroughly fucked lips.

The magician stepped leisurely towards you, you could see the small smile adorning his face, expression clashing enticingly with the firm grasp he gained on your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his before allowing his thumb to replace his cock’s previous spot in your mouth. He roughly massaged the muscle found there, smearing his precum around, before making a tsk sound as he shoved your face away once again.

“I said,” the aura surrounding his frame filled with a concerning amount of bloodlust, “who’s the dumb one now? Or are you stupid and deaf?” In these moments you didn’t see your protective and playful boyfriend, but rather the blood-thirsty hunter he had earned himself the title as. You knew better than to even worry about your safety at times like these, even if you did run, he’d always catch you. Not that you’d ever want to. The fun that ensued was always worth the risk.

His eyes glared down at you, the gold of his iris taking on a cold intensity, but you could see the waves of lust hidden behind the cruel exterior, or perhaps they were intertwined; two sides of the same coin as the man liked to say.

You left his question unanswered, so out of it at the moment that you couldn’t form a proper response by the time he sat himself down on the edge of the bed. His eyes glanced down at your form as he silently beckoned you over, using his middle and ring finger in a lewd gesture.

You silently made your way to him and made to sit down, straddling his thighs. Just as you began to graze his noticeably hard length he lifted you by your hips, turning himself around so you both were higher up on the bed, him hovering above the spot in between your legs.

Pulling down the thin piece of fabric covering the spot between your legs, Hisoka maintained eye contact with you, smiling softly.

He used his position to his advantage, staring obscenely at the layer of juices coating your inner thighs despite the thin lace covering your most sensitive spots. “Such an impatient little thing. Are you that desperate my dear?” The rhetorical question had you clenching around nothing, your boyfriend must have noticed because a soft laugh sounded between the two of you. “I knew it. You can’t hide anything from my pet, your pussy’s too honest for all that.”

As a wet sensation hit your stomach, your gaze was easily drawn down to his arousal. A fresh feeling of wetness soaked your core at how he allowed it to leak down onto you unabashedly. You were tempted to make a comment about which one of you was the desperate one here but the thought quickly left your mind as he placed his mouth gently onto yours. Keeping a slow pace, allowing his tongue to slip between your lips, you didn't even fight as he took control of the kiss.

His movements quickly became rougher before he stopped altogether, tugging your bottom lip as he pulled away. “You were so cruel to me little fruit,” he whined fake-hurt, “lying so easily to me. Who’s the transmuter here darling?” You whined at his words, you knew he wasn't hurt but that didn't stop his words from affecting you.

"I didn't want to ruin your fun," you explained in a small voice.

"You thought it was fun to make a fool of me? To lie to me? What ever have I done to deserve such treatment?"

You felt the teasing hum against your throat as he dipped his head to your neck, effectively pressed his chest to yours. The magician chuckled against your collarbone, lowering the rest of his body to connect with yours, his cock resting firmly against your lower stomach. You could feel how it pulsed against you as he moved his hips up and down in smooth languid strokes.

You could feel his teeth graze slowly down your neck, his hands making their way up the shirt to grip harshly at your chest before gripping onto the fabric. A harsh tearing startled you but he still refused to let you up, biting down hard on the junction of your neck and shoulder. The shirt was quickly thrown to the floor as he sucked harshly on the flat expanse of your breastbone.

You saw his hand slip down between the two of you before you felt a small tap at your core. He groaned out lowly as he allowed his tip to slide up and down between your folds, smearing his precum across your hole and clit. You gave him a shaky nod you're not sure he noticed as he slipped into the tight heat. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to intrusion before his hips began to buck. His nails dug into your thighs as he held them up to fit you around his waist.

"Does it hurt, my fruit? Well, lucky for me that's not my problem now, is it? Tighten your legs for me, I'm not done with you just yet. You're taking me whole, just stay still looking all pretty for me. Let me do all the work for my dumb little plaything."

He massaged roughly into your thigh muscles as his movement began to pick up pace. "Aren't you going to say you're sorry," he cooed down at you. His grip hardened and you could tell he would break the skin if he didn't let up his force soon.

"H-Hisoka! I'm sorry," you whined, your eyes struggling to meet his as your body began to arch towards the source of its pleasure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chuckled lightly at your whispered chanting, leaning down to give your nose a soft kiss, changing the angle of his thrusts in the process.

"That's all I wanted to hear, darling."

His face fell directly by your ear, he whispered praises against your neck while his hips continued their onslaught. “I think you've made up for your little mistake earlier. I think you deserve to come today, what about you?”

"I t-think I've been good," your voice shook as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. "I think I-I d-deserve to c-come." You cried out as his pace quickened for a final time. His unrelenting movements caused waves of pleasure to run through your body, unable to control the noises that he praised so admiringly.

"You feel so good for me you know that," Hisoka began on a tangent. "You wrap around me so fucking tightly but I can still feel you leaking more and more down my cock as I fuck you. I love it and I know you love it too."

His voice was reduced to no more than harsh grunts and moans usually reserved for his more entertaining fights. He peppered your neck in lightly kisses as you felt the familiar tightening of your core, shakily lightly in your arms as he let out a small chuckle. He maintained his cruel pace as you clenched around his cock, your arms came up to drape over his neck as you rode out your orgasm. You could feel as he began to spill into your heat, carding your fingers through the back of his hair as you held him against you as he used your body to milk his cock.

The magician did nothing but breathe out steadily for a moment before pulling away to detach the two of you. You felt him spill out onto your thigh before falling limp against your neck once again, heavy breathing spread across your pulse point.

"You should have 'woken up' sooner Y/N."

#Smut #Hisoka #Hisoka Smut #Hisoka x Reader #Dom!Hisoka #Dom Hisoka #Hunter x Hunter #HxH #Anime #Hisoka Morow

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jaskierswolf · 4 years ago

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Hello my dearest soulmate, I am back to request some more bard on bard action and this time I would like them in the shower, please and thank you :)

So this is 2.2k of Jaskilion smut. That's basically it.

CW: Shower sex, Top Dandelion, Bottom Jaskier, multiple orgasms, minor mention of homophobia

Technically this is Chapter 4 of this story, but each chapter also works well on their own (because they are all very smutty with very little plot)

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“This is all your fault,” Dandelion whined, looking down at his beer stained trousers and pulling at a limp lock of hair. His usual curls fell flat, sticking to his face, and he resembled a drowned rat. To Jaskier, he looked utterly adorable, all pouting and wide eyes, but Jaskier knew that Dandelion’s vanity didn’t feel the same.

The gig at the bar had been pretty successful. Their music had completely charmed the audience and they’d even sold a few CDs at the end. People cheered and sang along with the choruses, and Jaskier even noticed a few regulars that always seemed to watch their gigs no matter which bar they played at. It seemed like they were finally going to get out of the coffee shop, hopefully. Was it too soon to start hoping?

Nah. Bollocks to that. Jaskier was a musician. He refused to sit idly by in a shitty coffee shop, watching his dreams go down the drain. Even if that meant getting beer poured over them by homophobic pricks. All he’d done was kiss Dandelion’s cheek at the end of the performance. His roommate had just looked so beautiful, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling from the adrenaline. It wasn’t romantic, and it certainly wasn’t sexual, just a kiss between friends, but some arse hat decided to take offence to it. The arseholes had been lucky that Geralt hadn’t been around. Jaskier’s rather beefy boyfriend didn’t take kindly to people being mean to the two musicians. Yes, Jaskier was the more feral of the three of them, but Geralt and Yennefer were more intimidating.

It was glorious.

“How-how is this my fault?!” Jaskier snapped, waving a hand in Dandelion’s face, “I’m just as much the victim here. This shirt is dry clean only!”

“My hair!” Dandelion cried.

That only made Jaskier roll his eyes, he adored Dandelion, but god the man was precious about his hair. He spent more time in the bathroom than anyone else Jaskier had ever met, the amount of times Jaskier had had to shower with cold water because Dandelion had spent about six years in the bathroom… he’d lost count.

“Come on, let’s just shower and order a pizza?” Jaskier suggested, “and then get absolutely wasted off the cheapest bottle of vodka that I can find.

“You’re disgusting.”

Jaskier shrugged. “It’s cheaper than that Fiorano shit you buy.”

The blond stammered and put both hands on his hips, the overall effect ruined by his sodden clothes and ratty hair. “That is not shit! Julian.”

“Oooh full name,” Jaskier teased.

“That is the finest red wine that this world has to offer, it’s flavours are beyond compare, the scent absolutely divine! There is hardly a… hmmph!”

Jaskier pressed his lips to Dandelion’s, swiping his tongue along the blond’s lower lip, holding Dandelion’s face in his hands. It didn’t take long for Dandelion to melt into the kiss, long fingers digging into Jaskier’s hips, and when they pulled apart they were both a little breathless. “That’s not fair,” Dandelion muttered.

“Hmm, maybe not, darling, but you loved it.”

Dandelion snorted and rolled his eyes, but no one could miss the pretty pink blush on his cheeks. “I hate you.”

Jaskier smirked and booped Dandelion on the nose. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why you had your lips around my cock last night?”

“Arrogant swine,” Dandelion hissed.

“Shower,” Jaskier shot back, resisting the urge to roll his eyes again, “You’ll feel better once you’re clean, dear heart.”

Dandelion narrowed his pretty cornflower blue eyes at Jaskier, his tongue flicking about between his kiss swollen lips. “I’m going first.”

Agreeing would have been the kindest thing to do, but Jaskier really really didn’t fancy a cold shower. He was already cold and sticky from the beer, and an ice cold shower would just be the final nail in the coffin… then a delicious thought came to mind. He smirked and tilted his head, his hand resting on his hip. “Together?”

Dandelion grinned widely. “Oh ho ho! Oh darling, you have the best ideas.”

So Jaskier pulled his roommate into another kiss, as they stumbled towards the bathroom, the heat quickly building between them as clothes were left in a trail through their flat. The room seemed to spin, lost in the growing haze of arousal, and despite his discomfort, all Jaskier could think about was getting his roommate out of his clothes. The bastard always wore so many fucking layers, with complicated tiny little buttons that drove Jaskier mad. His performance outfits were especially complicated, unlike Jaskier who favoured a rather more slutty look, open shirts, tight jeans, high heels if he could get away with them.

They scrambled for the tap and Dandelion pressed Jaskier against the cold tiled wall whilst they waited for the water to heat up, nipping and biting at his neck. Jaskier moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Dandelion’s hand snaked down to push Jaskier’s boxers down. The elastic dragged over his cock and his erection sprung free. The blond’s long fingers were wrapped around his length in an instant.

“Oh-oh fuck,” Jaskier panted.

“Are you going to beg for my cock, little buttercup?” Dandelion purred, trailing a finger along Jaskier’s cheekbone and under his chin.

“Hmm… please, Lion…”

Dandelion smirked, his lips ghosting over Jaskier’s, teasing him. “Please what?”

“F-Fuck me… you bastard!” he spat. It was embarrassing how easily Dandelion was able to turn Jaskier into a mess. With just a few kisses and the barest of touches to his cock, Jaskier was begging his roommate to fuck him, but it had been so long since he’d been fucked by Dandelion. Their last few trysts, the blond had been the one desperate for Jaskier’s cock, but today he clearly had other plans, and well…

Jaskier had never been able to deny him anything.

He had that effect on people. Even Geralt wasn’t immune. Jaskier groaned as the memories filled his mind, Dandelion tied up in Geralt’s bed, a tie stuffed in his mouth, looking like absolute sin whilst Geralt fucked him into the mattress.

“So rude,” Dandelion chided.

The room was filling up with steam now, the shower easily hot enough, but Jaskier felt like he might die if he were moved from the cold tiles of the wall. He needed Dandelion in him, a burning need that made everything else seem small and insignificant. Dandelion didn’t agree, with one final kiss he pulled back, pushing down his own boxers and hopping into the bathtub. With a glance over his shoulder, he winked.

“Coming?”

Jaskier groaned, unable to stop himself from stroking his cock as he watched the water roll down Dandelion’s soft and silky skin. He enjoyed the sight for a few moments until Dandelion started to massage the shampoo into his hair, letting out a long obscene moan that was clearly meant to entice Jaskier into bath.

“Bloody siren,” Jaskier muttered under his breath, hopping as he rushed to pull off his boxers. The fabric got caught in his feet and he almost fell into the bath. Dandelion only laughed as he caught Jaskier.

“Come on then darling, let’s get cleaned up and we’ll get you ready for my cock.”

Jaskier’s cock twitched at the musician’s words, another wave of arousal washing over him as he stepped into the shower, hot water almost burning his skin, but true to his word, Dandelion was determined to actually shower first. His fingers expertly massaged Jaskier’s scalp as he worked in the shampoo, the expensive kind that Dandelion preferred, floral and sweet smelling. Jaskier was putty in his friend’s hand, mewling happily with every touch on his skin. After the shampoo, Dandelion handed Jaskier the conditioner bottle and then it was Jaskier’s turn to pamper his roommate, applying the conditioner through the long locks of hair just as he’d seen Dandelion always do. His roommate hummed happily, and the whole thing was really rather intimate, far more intimate than Dandelion usually allowed, bordering on something almost romantic.

But Jaskier knew better.

For Dandelion, this was simply a need for physical touch and affection, and Jaskier was more than happy to comply.

Once they were done with their hair, Dandelion pulled Jaskier into a kiss. The water was still hot against Jaskier’s skin, running down his cheeks and catching in his eyelashes. The kiss was a mess of tongues, teeth and water, Dandelion’s hands running through Jaskier’s chest hair until they wrapped around his neck. Jaskier groaned and caught Dandelion’s bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away from the kiss.

“Lube.”

“Impatient,” Dandelion shot back.

“Lion please,” he whined, “put those talented fingers of yours to good use and fuck me, please.”

Dandelion smirked. “Just my fingers?”

“Fingers, tongue, cock… just please,” Jaskier begged, his hands pulling at Dandelion hair, making his friend moan so deliciously.

“Fuck, Jask,” Dandelion gasped, blindly reaching for the bottle of lube that they had tucked away on the shelf with the shampoo bottles. Jaskier was pushed back against the wall by his friend, and finally he felt Dandelion’s long fingers teasing at his hole.

He whimpered and closed his eyes, his own hand wrapping around his cock. The water continued to pour over them as Dandelion began to stretch him open, one single finger pumping in and out, slow, torturing. Each thrust brushed against Jaskier’s prostate, making him whine and buck against Dandelion’s hand. The touch was teasing and feather light, and it really shouldn’t have felt so good but soon Jaskier was gripping the base of his cock to stop himself from coming.

One finger.

The fucking bastard.

“Oh fuck, Dandelion, more, more!”

“Shhh, Jask, I’ve got you,” Dandelion purred, “be a good boy and cum for me.”

And Jaskier did. He keened, grinding down on Dandelion’s hand as he fell over the edge, but his friend didn’t even pause. Instead he grabbed the lube bottle, slicking up his fingers again and pushing a second finger inside to join the first. Jaskier moaned at the stretch, feeling oversensitive and yet so desperate for everything that Dandelion could give him.

“Ah fuck!”

Dandelion chuckled, kissing and biting at his neck in the way he knew made Jaskier a babbling mess. This time Dandelion didn’t tease as much, a third finger soon joined the others, making Jaskier whimper as he was stretched open. He was a panting, writhing wreck under his friends fingers, almost sobbing at the oversensitivity, but if anyone could coax multiple orgasms out of him then it was Dandelion, and his friend seemed determined to try. Jaskier gasped as his cock began to fill out once more, his pleasure slowly starting to build for a second time.

The water was almost lukewarm, but Dandelion didn’t seem to be taking any notice, too focussed on taking Jaskier apart under the jet. There was another click of the lube bottle and Jaskier whimpered.

Finally.

“Lion, god, fuck!” he stammered as he felt the blunt tip of Dandelion’s cock press against his hole, gasping as his friend pushed inside, slowly so that Jaskier could feel every inch. Jaskier groaned as he looked down to watch Dandelion fuck into him, the musician’s cock not even fully seated before he pulled out again, making Jaskier whine pathetically. Before he could really complain, Dandelion’s hips thrust forward, pushing completely inside Jaskier in one swift movement.

“Oh fuck!” Jaskier cried, his feet almost losing grip at the bath mat.

Dandelion swore, biting into Jaskier’s shoulder as he thrust into him. It didn’t matter that the water had gone cold, Jaskier felt like he was on fire, already tumbling towards a second orgasm. He could do nothing except hold onto his friend, whining and swearing with every snap of Dandelion’s hips. The water was washing away his tears but he couldn’t help the sobs that wracked through him. It was too much and not enough. His skin was burning, every touch tingling.

“I-I can’t…” he gasped, “too much… Lion…”

“You can, sweetheart,” Dandelion panted, capturing Jaskier’s lips in a sloppy kiss as he reached down to stroke Jaskier’s cock. Pleasure shot through Jaskier like a tidal wave and sparks flew in front of his vision. His head rolled back and he cried out wordlessly, a complete wreck. He came again, writhing under Dandelion, losing all sense of the world. Dandelion moaned into the kiss as Jaskier felt Dandelion’s cum fill him up. It was a miracle that they stayed standing. Jaskier felt completely boneless, falling into his friend’s embrace, eyes fluttering shut.

Dandelion chuckled breathlessly and hoisted Jaskier up so his legs were wrapped around the blond’s waist. Not pulling out, Dandelion maneuvered them from the shower. Jaskier just whined into Dandelion’s neck, not having the energy to do anything else. When Dandelion finally pulled out Jaskier let out a choked sob, suddenly feeling unbearably empty, but his friend seemed to have predicted it, before Jaskier could protest he felt a plug being pushed inside his used hole.

“There,” Dandelion purred, pressing a kiss to Jaskier’s neck. “All full and happy, you like that don’t you?”

“Uh huh…”

“Good,” Dandelion cooed. “Now, darling, let’s go get dried off and get some rest, hmm?”

Jaskier didn’t respond, already falling asleep in his friend’s arms.

#the witcher #jaskilion #jaskier x dandelion #jaskier/dandelion

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kpopblurbs · 6 years ago

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Kinktober Day 11 - Accidental Stimulation

Pairing: Minho/Reader Word Count: 1.7k Tags: Accidental stimulation, bondage under clothing, denial, dom!Reader, sub!Minho, gender neutral reader Kinktober 2019 Masterlist AO3 Link

You had been keeping an eye on Minho all day, you were out with him and the other boys and he was acting weird. You were worried that he might be sick but every time you asked him if he was okay, he told you that he was fine. So you settled for keeping a silent watch over him. He seemed like his senses were heightened somehow, he jumped every time someone touched him, he squirmed in his seat when he sat down, you swore you’ve heard him whimper multiple times when nothing was happening. Every time he acted weird you looked at the other boys to see if they noticed but you seemed to be the only one. Currently all of you were in a small shop, it was packed full of narrow aisles, the kind that were too small to pass someone in without turning to your side and even then you wouldn’t want to pass a complete stranger. You wandered around on your own, for some reason you kept bumping into Minho, every time you had to squeeze past him you felt him jolt, you were sure this time that you were hearing him whimper. Eventually he started purposefully avoiding you, turning the opposite direction every time he saw you. Now you knew he wasn’t sick which caused your suspicions to grow, determined to find out what was up with him to stuck close to him for the rest of the time that you were out. Eventually you all had to pile into a car to move to a new location, the car they had called was just slightly too small, requiring a couple of you to sit on each others laps, “I’ll sit on Minho’s lap.” you offered causing the boys eyes to go wide. Before he could protest everyone agreed and you all piled into the car, Minho sat in the back and you settled yourself gently on his lap, feeling him tense as you wiggled around slightly to get comfortable. You leaned back into his chest, “What’s wrong with you today?” you whispered into his ear, careful to not let the other boys hear.

“N-Nothing I swear.” he whispered back just as quietly.

“Bullshit, you’ve been jumpy and fidgety all day.”

“I-It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“You whimpered in my ear when I passed by you earlier so it’s a little too late for me to not worry about it.”

“O-oh.. you heard that?”

“Of course I did.”

“Well.. I’m sorry but still I’m fine.”

You sighed and shifted around frustratedly, he let out another noise, this time closer to a low moan, you bothe froze. Now you had an idea of what might be up, you shifted around again to test your theory, this time pressing your body against him more, you felt a series of bumps across his chest and he let out a low groan, this time catching Chan’s attention.

“Minho, you alright?” Chan asked.

“He just told me he’s feeling sick so I think I’m gonna take him home early.” you supplied before Minho could respond.

Chan looked at Minho who nodded, “Oh, okay then, well I hope you feel better.” Chan said before turning back to playing on his phone. You spent the rest of the ride doing your best not to move around too much. The path that you were on took you past the dorms so you had the driver stop so the two of you could get out. You waved goodbye to the boys who were all telling Minho to feel better before they drove away, silently the two of you walked up to the dorm. As soon as you got inside, Minho made a beeline for his room.

“Not so fast, Min.” you said, the warning tone in your voice making him freeze, he spun around slowly to face you but was looking at the floor, “Why don’t you tell me what you did today.”

“I-I..” he trailed off.

“I already have a good idea so you may as well own up to it now.”

He sighed, “It’d be easier to just show you.” he said before pulling his shirt up over his head. You marveled at the ropes that crossed over his chest, the intricate knots were impressive, you could see that his chest wasn’t the only thing that was tied as the ropes disappeared beneath his pants.

“When did you have time to do all that?” you asked, stepping up to him and running your fingers across the ropes.

He shivered in response, “T-This morning.”

“Can I see it all?” you asked, your voice low.

He nodded quickly, “M-My room.” he said, you nodded and he turned around and lead the way, closing the door and locking it behind the two of you.

He turned around to face you to see you staring at him expectantly, “Well, go ahead. Strip.” you commanded. Quickly he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, you weren’t surprised to see that he wasn’t wearing underwear, however you were surprised to see what he had done to his lower half. The ropes criss crossed around his crotch, extending down to loop around his thighs. As a final touch he had taken a pastel pink ribbon and tied it around the base of his dick, wrapping the end of it all the way down the shaft before anchoring the end to one of the ropes on his thighs so that he could maintain an erection without it being obvious. “What’d you do all this for?” you asked, reaching out and hooking a finger underneath one of the ropes on his chest and pulling him closer to you.

“I-I woke up and I just.. I dunno.. I needed it.” he looked up to finally make eye contact with you and you finally saw how worked up he already was. His pupils were blown wide, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his bottom lip was bright red from how much he had bitten it throughout the day.

“Did you cum this morning?” you asked, just the question made him whine softly.

“Y-Yes.” he admitted.

“What got you so worked up, baby?”

“I-I had a dream.”

“Tell me about it.” you instructed, leaning down to kiss his neck, sucking a soft mark behind his ear.

He shivered, “It was.. About..” he trailed off.

“Come on, baby, you can tell me.” you murmured against his neck.

“......You.” he admitted.

You paused and pulled back to look at him, he could no longer make eye contact with you, opting instead to stare at the floor. You gripped his chin gently and tilted his head up until he looked at you, “What did I do in the dream?”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other awkwardly, “Y-You.. jerked me off.” he said quietly.

“Was that it?” he nodded, “Just that got you this worked up?”

He shook his head gently, “I-It was more about what you were saying.”

“What kind of stuff was I saying?”

“Y-You were..” he paused to collect his thoughts, “B-being m-mean to me.”

Your eyes lit up, “So you like being talked down to?” he nodded shyly, “Were you hoping I would catch you?” he nodded again. “Did you think I would enjoy finding out that you had tied yourself up like a slutty little present?” he whimpered in response. “Yknow, Min, I prefer good boys.”

He whined, “I’m sorry, I-”

You cut him off, “Don’t sound so pathetic.” you warned him, the venom in your voice immediately making him shut his mouth. “So you had a naughty dream about me, jerked your pathetic cock without permission, tied yourself up also without permission, and you thought I would enjoy that?” you reached up and grabbed him by the hair, roughly pulling his head back. “Yknow I was thinking about touching you before, but now I’m not sure you deserve it.” he whimpered again. “From now on, you will not so much as get hard without my permission, got it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” you let go of his hair and stepped away from him, “Now, because you were such a whiny little slut today I think you need to be punished, don’t you?” he nodded, “Say it, slut.”

“Y-Yes, please punish me.”

“Get dressed, I’ll untie these ropes tonight, I’ll decide your real punishment later but for now, just know that you won’t be cumming for a very long time.”

He let out a long, needy whine, “P-Please, I-I need-”

“Don’t argue with me, slut, you’ve gotten enough attention for one day.” you said, cutting him off. You stepped back and walked over to his pants, you picked them up and shoved them into his chest, “Put them on, I’m sick of looking at you.” looking down, you remembered the pink ribbon, you put a hand on his arm, stopping him from moving. “As pretty as this is,” you said gesturing to the ribbon, “I want it off, you don’t get to hide your erections anymore, I want everyone to know how much of a dirty slut you are.” His eyes widened, he made no move to do what you told him, “Well I’m not gonna touch it, I don’t want my hands anywhere near that pathetic cock right now.” He jumped into action and undid the ribbon, his erection sprung free and you realized that he had tied 2 ribbons around his dick, one that he was using as the anchor to keep his erection down and the other he was using as a makeshift cockring, tied in a pretty bow at the base of his dick. He went to grab the second ribbon when you stopped him, “That one stays.” he nodded and went back to pulling up his pants, whining loudly as the fabric brushed against his dick. “Good boy.” you patted his cheek and turned around to leave the room, he followed close behind you, scooping up his shirt off the ground as he passed by. You walked into the living room and sat down on the couch allowing him to cuddle into your side. You looked down, happy to see that he wasn’t even attempting to cover up the tent in his pants. You turned the tv on and let whatever was on play, too distracted planning what you would do with your new toy to care about what you were watching.

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rawiswhore · 4 years ago

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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Naked and Not Afraid"

Hi. I want to apologize on behalf of why I didn't post anything on Wednesday and even Tuesday.

I was typing a fanfic on Tuesday to post in celebration of someone's birthday, but Youtube turned safety mode "on", and no matter how many times I tried turning it off, it still was on.

And I can't get to the video I based the fanfic I wanted to post on Tuesday and maybe even Wednesday on.

I also hope I haven't typed a fanfic with this title already!

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You came to the World Wrestling Federation at nearly the right place at the right time.

Why?

Well, there were some men during the late 90's WWF who were hot, sexy and cute.

You had serious doubts of being signed to the WWF, because the WWF in the mid 1990's was pretty damn corny and silly, with 1995 being considered the worst year the World Wrestling Federation has ever had, and you didn't really want to take part in something so cheesy and childish.

Then why exactly are you in the World Wrestling Federation if you don't like it?

On a Monday night near the end of 1995, you were flipping through the channels and came across the latest "Monday Night Raw" episode that featured a match with Hunter Hearst Helmsley, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him because of how hot he was.

You started to watch "Monday Night Raw" just for him, and you soon started getting attracted to other wrestlers in the WWF as well: Razor Ramon, Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith and even Marty Jannetty.

You knew how rock stars, rappers, athletes and even serial killers had groupies, and you knew for sure wrestlers had groupies as well, and they do; they're called "ringrats".

You decided to attend a "Monday Night Raw" show at the end of 1995 and be a ringrat, and when you approached Hunter Hearst Helmsley, he was mesmerized by your beauty.

So awestruck, he wanted you to be one of his valets, and you had no idea what to say about this.

You had to decide on what to do, if you should be a valet for him or not.

You thought long and hard, having doubts about this, as well as thought of giving up your dreams you originally had.

Even Hunter had to think about if turning you into a valet was a good idea, and you being his valet isn't just for a onetime thing.

You talked with Hunter over it, exchanging letters to him and asking if this is a good idea, as well as even talking and meeting with the WWF creative staff over this.

Eventually, you decided to be his valet, and you were signed to the company in 1996.

Though, while you were his valet, you had doubts and even regrets over it, and even almost left the World Wrestling Federation.

1996 would be the year the WWF would improve a little bit, because that was the year Stone Cold Steve Austin, Mick Foley/Mankind and Brian Pillman would all make their WWF debuts, but there was also some stupid garbage like the fake Razor Ramon and fake Diesel, the New Rockers, Rocky Maivia, Isaac Yankem, and other silly gimmicks from the New Generation era.

You wish you could've been a part of the WWF roster at the beginning of 1996, because Razor Ramon was still in the WWF and he was sexy AF, and Leif Cassidy (not to be confused with Leif Garrett or David/Shaun Cassidy) didn't have facial hair like at the end of the year.

You were really disappointed and sad that Razor Ramon left the WWF, though who wasn't? He was one of the better things about the New Generation era and one of the few wrestlers in that era who was a major fan favorite and was quite over AF.

However, what can make up for that is that one thing you're happy about joining the WWF is that there were some hot men in that company in 1996 who knew how beautiful you were.

Some of them can even remember how slutty you were when you were a ringrat attending your first "Monday Night Raw" at the end of 1995.

One day in the summer of 1996, you were wearing a short, silky Victoria's Secret bathrobe and standing outside of the men's locker room.

You looked inside the locker room to see if there were any men in there, yep, there were, and you hoped and prayed with your fingers crossed that the really sexy and cute ones would be in the locker room.

You quickly moved your head away from looking inside the locker room, trying to hide yourself and make sure they wouldn't see you.

You were also trying to be quiet and not burst out into giggles and laughter so they won't hear you.

With your hands attached to the ties of your bathrobe, your mind hoping and praying that these men from the WWF you think are sexy and hot will be in the locker room.

You then began to swerve and enter the locker room, and as you walked into the locker room, your hands shed the silky bathrobe off of your body, revealing your completely 100% nude body underneath that bathrobe.

You didn't have anything under your robe, not even lingerie, you were as naked as the day you were born except for the pair of open toed stilettos on your feet, and strolled and strutted through that locker room smiling.

Your nipples were pointing out as you walked through that rather cold locker room, you slid your feet out of those stilettos and let your heels lay there, letting yourself now walk in that room completely naked.

Thankfully, the floor doesn't have mold all over it, and you hope you won't get any planter's warts on your feet or anything.

Some men in the locker room were turning their heads and taking notice at your nude body, their eyes growing wide.

Your eyes were trying to find any hot men in the locker room, and you hoped that there weren't any wrestler's kids in the locker room as well.

Some of these men grinned seeing your naked body, biting their bottom lips, others were cheering for you and even making those corny wolf whistles you were used to hearing from the audience when you would stroll into the ring on "Monday Night Raw".

Other men were just rolling their eyes, one of them shouted "Stay in your own locker room!".

Would you strolling and entering the men's locker room naked as an obvious attempt for them to notice you be sexually harassing them?

Men can get sexually harassed too.

Though many of them lust over you, even the ones you're not sexually attracted to, and actually, you've had your fair share of sexual harassment in the WWF.

Your eyes eventually caught Brian Pillman, and he was a bit of a nutcase even when the cameras weren't rolling, and he found you strutting through the locker room in your birthday suit.

His eyes grew wide seeing you walk through the men's locker room naked, looking up and down at your nude body.

He was pleased over how slutty you are, that's a joy to him.

You lit up inside seeing him, now if only other men in the WWF could see you naked.

"Can I touch it?" Brian asked, his hand reaching out to your ass.

"Of course!" you answered. "Why do you think I'm naked?"

"Thanks!" he said, smiling from ear to ear.

"No problem!" you replied. "You're welcome!"

He lit up inside, so happy you'll let him touch you, and his fingers squeezed one of your ass cheeks.

You paused walking through the locker room to let him grab your ass, and he smiled and laughed from ear to ear squeezing your ass cheek.

He lifted his hand off your ass cheek , only for that same hand to pat and smack that butt cheek he previously squeezed, spanking it slightly.

You grinned at him while he squeezed and swatted your ass, only for you to walk away.

Some men in the locker room could hear the catcalls and wolf whistles made at you, assuming they're being made towards Sunny, the current it girl of the WWF and someone known for her sexual promiscuity, but no, they're actually being made to the latest edition to the WWF.

Those men had to hear where the catcalls were coming from, walking over, only to find you; the newcomer to the WWF's roster, specifically one of the newest women, walking through the men's locker room stark naked.

A few of those men were a little shocked, though you were a former ringrat that was gangbanged by a few wrestlers at the end of 1995 and was gangbanged by a few wrestlers when you had just joined the company in '96, so they shouldn't be all too surprised.

One of those men who heard those catcalls was Marty Jannetty, who has always been a ladies man, and he scurried over to see what's going on.

His eyes grew wide seeing it was you walking naked, though he shouldn't be all that surprised seeing you naked.

He's seen you nude twice and even has had sex with you already, so he needs to quit acting like Jerry Lawler.

Shawn Michaels heard those catcalls and wolf whistles, he had to see what was up.

Was it Sunny? Nope.

But it was you, and he's been in lust with you since you were a ringrat.

When he saw you, his mouth spread an ear to ear smile on his face as well, his face lit up, and he too, had to make a few wolf whistles at you.

Leif Cassidy, Marty Jannetty's current wrestling partner, saw you naked, he smiled and his eyes grew wide in shock and surprise, as well as trying to keep kayfabe alive.

Though, he shouldn't be shocked at you naked, he's fucked you before.

Eventually, your eyes found Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith in the locker room.

Davey observed your naked body, he smiled and nodded his head, whereas Bret didn't really seem to care.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley eventually saw you, and he grinned looking at your nude body, biting his bottom lip and his eyes glued to you.

There were actually some wrestlers you weren't attracted to who tried to grab your tits and ass or even touch you, but you sternly told them "no, back off".

Though, if they wanted to touch you, why are you walking in the locker room naked?

Razor Ramon was always a ladies man, even the man who plays him (Scott Hall) is a pervy womanizer (and still is today), just imagine how he would react if he saw you strutting naked through the locker room.

He'd be wrapping one of his arms around your back and eying you up and down, calling you "baby" and "chica" and probably trying to keep kayfabe despite not being filmed.

Your eyes eventually found a bench in the middle of the locker room, and when you approached that bench, you lifted your feet off of the ground and placed them on that bench, walking and strutting on that bench.

When you reached one of the ends of that bench, you shimmied your shoulders up and down, slightly sinking yourself down and bending your knees.

Some of these wrestlers, from the hot ones like Shawn Michaels, Marty Jannetty, Leif Cassidy, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Davey Boy Smith, Billy Gunn and even Brian Pillman, to the less attractive ones that you don't really care for, followed you to that bench, swarming and circling around you standing on that bench, looking at you and smiling from ear to ear.

Their cocks were growing hard and their pants, shorts and tights felt tight while you strolled through that locker room naked.

You could nearly jump off of that bench and have these wrestlers hold you up in the air, but nah.

You then got off of the bench and strolled back to where you walked.

"Some of you can touch me if you want!" you stated, raising your voice. "Shawn, Hunter, Marty, Brian, Leif, Davey, Billy Gunn!"

This made them really happy, they figured you want them to touch you since you've fucked them before.

Shawn and Marty, who used to be tag team parters, grabbed both of your breasts and gave them a few squeezes, whereas Leif and Brian Pillman squeezed both of your ass cheeks.

You actually bent your body down a little and parted your legs apart so you can show them your pussy and vulva.

Though, it would be better if you sat on the bench and spread your legs wide open to show them your twat.

Shawn, Marty and Leif had "wolf whistled" at you, and you told them that they can touch your twat, put their fingers up your pussy hole.

They're not the only ones who can put their fingers up your cunt, Brian Pillman, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Billy Gunn, Davey Boy Smith, and even Bret Hart can do it too, as well as Scott Taylor and Brian Christopher.

You told Pillman, Hunter, Billy, Davey, Brian Christopher and Scott Taylor they can put their fingers up your pussy hole as well.

(For those who don't know who Scott Taylor is, he would eventually become "Scotty 2 Hotty", yeah THAT Scotty 2 Hotty with spiky bleach blond hair that did the worm in the ring, and Brian Christopher is Jerry Lawler's son)

These aforementioned men got really happy hearing that except for Bret Hart, but Brian Pillman is the one most likely to put his fingers up your pussy hole.

With his classic shit eating grin, he inserted one of his fingers up your twat hole, feeling how moist your pussy hole is and luckily knowing where it is.

His finger spread apart your pussy walls and he proceeded to slide and move that finger up and down in your cunt hole like it was his cock.

"Hey Bret!" you shouted, with an ear to ear smile on your face. "Y'wanna touch me, big boy? You know you want to!"

Bret turned his head and looked at you, looking glum and didn't seem like he wanted to really be there, though he won't deny you are a beautiful woman.

He shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what to do.

He does find you skanky and vulgar, typical Bret.

And people thought Sunny was slutty, you arguably make her look like a nun.

"It's a shame Razor Ramon is gone" you pouted, sticking your bottom lip out. "He'd love this"

These other wrestlers agreed with you, nodding their heads and smiling.

"Jerry Lawler would love this too!" Shawn mentioned, and you nodded your head.

These other wrestlers hearing that laughed hearing that.

Of course Jerry would love that, but he's a bloated pervert.

Shawn, Marty, Leif, Pillman, Hunter, Davey Boy Smith, Billy Gunn and even Scott Taylor and Brian Christopher got turns to squeeze and play with your breasts as well as tweak your nipples, they all got turns to squeeze and smack your ass and rub your clit.

Shawn and Marty eventually put their fingers up your twat hole, but not at the same time.

Eventually, months and years later, you'd still continue walking and entering the men's locker room naked, letting some of the same men touch you (except for Leif Cassidy when he grew facial hair and Billy Gunn when he had brown hair), as well as let other men touch you in the same "bathing suit" places: Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Raven from ECW, Pierroth/Cibernetico, Hector Garza, Latin Lover, Heavy Metal, Scott Putski, Val Venis, Christian, Test, Bart Gunn, Stevie Richards, Eric Bischoff, Brian Kendrick, Scott Hall and others.

You thought of letting Spark E. Plugg/Bob Holly when he had that long blond hair let him touch you as well, he was kind of handsome, and even Jeff Jarrett was pretty cute with long hair.

Actually, you did let those 2 touch you when you walked in the men's locker room naked, and Bret Hart has copped a feel on you a few times.

#wwf #1996 #90s #shawn michaels #hunter hearst helmsley #brian pillman #marty jannetty #leif cassidy #davey boy smith #fanfiction

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human-trash-fire · 5 years ago

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Shot Through The Heart Ch. 2

Aelin:

Aelin reclined deeper into the massage chair currently working the knots in her upper back, as the water continued to fill at her feet. Mimosa in hand she sighed and closed her eyes, she was at peace for a brief moment before Lysandra shrieked.

“OH. MY. GODS. A, why didn’t you tell me?!” She practically screamed, much to the chagrin of every patron in the upscale salon.

“Tell you what…?” Aelin replied, rolling her head dramatically to the right to look at her friend.

“You’re trending on twitter again” she shoved her phone in Aelin’s face, “and you’ll never believe why!”

Aelin looked at the Twitter homepage and there at the top, with 1 million retweets and counting was #AelinCallHimMaybe. “What the hell? Hang on,” she put down her drink and pulled out her own phone. Flipping apps she went to Twitter to find the hashtag. There was a video linked, by someone with the handle “@moonmoon69”right at the top.

“WAIT! I wanna see this” Lysandra said at the same time Elide, on her left leaned in and said “Click it!” All three girls, heads together and mimosas abandoned, crammed in to look at Aelin’s phone.

She clicked play and immediately one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen appeared on the screen. His sepia toned skin was glowing in the sun, and he had long blonde hair pulled into a bun atop his head. He was wearing a Terrasen Army uniform, though the jacket was completely forgotten, and the t-shirt he wore instead clung to every dip and curve of muscle. He was standing in what was clearly a military post somewhere in the desert and smiling with perfect charm. “Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, you are my Queen. I, Sergeant First Class Fenrys Moonbeam, would like to humbly ask you to accompany me to the Army Ball this year. Please, call me maybe?”

Aelin’s jaw hit the floor as the scene before her cut to boots walking on the ground, and the music began. Suddenly Fenrys was back on the screen lip-syncing the lyrics to possibly the cheesiest pop song ever written, and all three women began laughing. Aelin couldn’t help it when her heart skipped a beat as Fenrys turned to the camera and winked at the end of his verse. The scene changed again and this time Fenrys, and four other men, all equally muscular and attractive, were laying on chaise lounges in nothing but short-shorts and combat boots.

“You have to say yes, look at them!” Lysandra squealed, while Elide nodded vigorously on her other side.

The men continued to lip sync from different places on the base, always shirtless and shining with sweat. Aelin at this point had began to laugh hysterically, and all three girls crooned over the men dancing on screen. They had absolutely no talent, but seemed not to care how ridiculous they looked as they popped up from the dirt and lit off colored smoke in the background. Each of the six men had a turn to solo into the camera. Aelin’s breath caught again when, towards the end, the silver haired man with tattoos seductively danced around in what looked to be a makeshift kiddy-pool.

The last frame was all of them looking over the camera from above and smirking, before they walked away. The twitter handle @moonmoon69 popped up once more with the hashtag #AelinCallHimMaybe below it. All three girls were still giggling as she closed the link out, and looked up from her phone.

“Sweet gods,” she breathed, trying to calm herself down a bit. “Did you know the Army made men that look like that?”

“Did you see the one with long dark hair and black eyes? He looks like an angry sex God, and I think I need him in my life,” Elide replied.

“You’re saying ‘yes’ right? Do it for me, us.. Do it for Terrasen. It’s your civic duty,” Lysandra pleaded.

“For Terrasen?” Aelin replied with a conspiratorial grin, “Fuck it, i’m in. But you two are helping me figure out how to respond to this and, you’re coming with me. But first-” she chugged her previously forgotten mimosa, “Pedicures.”

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“How do I even go about doing this?” Aelin asked over brunch a few hours later. The three women hadn’t stopped swooning over the men in the video, and if Aelin was being honest they had watched it three more times before ever arriving at their table.

“Well you obviously need to DM him” Elide replied, ever the voice of reason.

“Buuuuuut,” Lys dragged out the word with a smirk, “I think you should make a video of your own. It’s good press and he’s clearly in need of some feminine attention. You’ll blow his mind, and then hopefully other things,” she finished with an outrageous wink.

“LYS!” both Aelin and Elide screeched before the three erupted into a fit of laughter.

When they finally recovered, Aelin agreed that the first step should be making a video of her own. The publicity would do wonders for her, and she could reach out and worry about the logistics later. After a long debate they decided that the best way to respond would be something flirty but not embarrassing. “Let’s give the men overseas something to daydream about,” Aelin finished with a smirk.

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Rowan:

Half awake and entirely pissed, Rowan was sitting at the table eating breakfast with most of his Cadre when Fenrys burst in yelling “I TOLD YOUUUUU!”

“Its 0400. Why the fuck are you yelling?” He practically growled over his coffee.

“Because,” Fenrys smiled as he sat down, “She responded, you’ll never believe this… Hang on.” Fen pulled his laptop out and set it so that they could all see, then directed their attention to a video he had already pulled up. There she was, smiling at the camera with practiced ease, flanked by not one but two equally beautiful and famous women: Lysandra Ennar and Elide Lochan. Rowan’s eyebrows kissed his hairline.

“There is no way-” He began, but was quickly shushed by Gavriel, Connall, Vaughn, and surprisingly even Lorcan. Fenrys pressed play.

The three women were dressed in what could only be described as the “slutty Halloween” version of the uniform Rowan currently had on. Paired with black heeled combat boots and red lipstick, her long tan legs were on full display. Rowan hated to admit it, even to himself, but she was the literal embodiment of his “questionable” teenage dreams.

“Hello gorgeous,” Aelin practically purred. “First and foremost I’d like to thank you and your delicious Cadre for that lovely video.” Rowan choked on his coffee at the name she used for them, the name they used for themselves.

“I’d be honored to be your date to this year’s Ball, but I have a few small requests. My friends here,” she motioned to the women beside her, “would like to accompany us so that we can have a chance to properly thank you for your dedication to Terrasen. We’d like to take you Fenrys, and the men in your video on a night out in Orynth after the ball… If you’re interested.” She grinned at the camera, and the look made Rowan’s heart beat a little too fast.

“If you’ll have us,” Lysandra spoke now, “We’d like to show you around in style. A limo for the event, the penthouse suite at The Palace hotel, and a private after party for your friends and a few more of ours.”

“In the meantime,” Elide continued, “Enjoy the care packages we’ll be sending to each of you just as soon as we get your information. If you have any special requests, don’t hesitate to ask!”

“A little something to help the days go by faster on your long, and hard deployment,” Aelin winked. “We can’t wait to meet you.”

The last shot was all three women blowing a kiss to the camera. Rowan couldn’t believe it. The Princess of Orynth had responded to Fen. It took them nearly an entire day off to make that stupid video, more than one bottle of whiskey, and it had worked.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, the 6 men were still staring with their jaws on the floor at the frozen image of the women on screen, lips still puckered.

“I KNOW!” Fenrys laughed, “I told you it would work, and when we get home we’ll have the most insane night of our lives. You can thank me anytime.”

“Thank you,” the entire cadre chimed in unison while still staring at the screen. The next 2 months were going to drag along knowing what was waiting for them when they returned home.

Rowan cleared his throat, “But, you’re still on laundry duty boyo.”

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Here’s a link to the video that inspired this fic!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PKiUjRSKI8

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FIRST AND FOREMOST: MAAAAAAAAD thanks to @highqueenofelfhame for editing this work, your writing is an inspiration and I’m so thankful to have you there to read my nonsense before it’s published!

Secondly: Thank you all so much for the positive responses/ reblogs on Chapter 1! I’m so excited to share this chapter with you and I assure you I have many more to come <3 Feel free to follow along on ao3 glam_reaper2 <3

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The Hot Milf Rachel Nichols byDickThePimp© Freaky Rachel Nichols Fuck Parody I was looking out my bedroom window, in the late evening... doing some sightseeing with my binoculars... around the neighborhood for some action. It didn't take long, as I noticed my very sexy next door neighbor ESPN hottie Rachel Nichols. The beautiful read haired host of The Jump had just taken a shower and accidentally... or on purpose... had left her shades open in her upstairs bedroom. I smirked happily. I've had a thing for the red haired fuck goddess for awhile... those beautiful, luscious lips are always glistening with her usual red lipstick. She keeps them wet... always a good idea. I love her hair too. That long, thick and wavy, red hair is eye poppingly awesome. She's got one helluva hot body too... gorgeous, natural C cups, nice tight body with a sweet, well rounded ass. She's a fuck fantasy waiting to be dreamed about... and cum all over. I watched closely as my hot milf neighbor slowly brushed that long, wavy red hair... smiling as she did. She was only wearing a white towel... and that sexy smile. I started rubbing my ten inches through my green... with gold stripes... sweatpants... all pimped out and shit. It's almost as if Rachel knew I was watching. She kept slowly brightness her hair. She held it in her left hand and brushed it... down and out... with her right. Her big black brush rolled softly through that red hair. It was as if she was giving me jerk off instructions with her gorgeous, long, red hair. Slowly up and down... back and forth... slow, steady strokes with that big brush... her small hand tightly gripping it as she brushed that flowing red hair... a soft smile on her lips. She softly licked her full lips... seductively biting her lower one. Rachel kept smiling... and I pulled my cock out. I let it hang there as I focused clearly on Rachel's hair teasing exhibition. I wanted this bitch... and I knew I was gonna have her. She brushed all of her hair... arching her back... tilting slightly backwards... as she brushed the back with the same slow, teasing strokes she used on the rest of her hair. Rachel kept smiling... slowly licking her luscious, bare lips. They are awesomely enticing sans lipstick, just like they are coated with it. Rachel put her brush down and got to the main event. I stared anxiously through my binoculars as Rachel gripped her towel... then opened it... smiling confidently as she bared that beautiful body. My big cock jumped with lustful enthusiasm... now fully erect from Rachel's hair brushing display. My big cock kept jumping, watching Rachel softly pat her soft, supple body... her white skin glistening with drops of water clinging to her perky, perfectly shaped breasts. Rachel kneaded her C cup tits... drying them... cupping them... softly rubbing her hard, pink nipples dry. I watched closely... still not touching myself. I just let my big dick jump and bounce on its on... hard as steel watching the red hot redhead drying herself next door. Rachel ran her hands a over her supple body. She dried herself... making sure to get every smooth, white inch dry. She pursed her full lips... seductively biting them... as her hands made their way slowly down her flat tummy... past her neatly trimmed red public hair... to her pulsating pink clit. I zoomed in and finally grabbed my cock. I stroked it as I watched my hot milf neighbor rub her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned as she "dried" her clit. She rubbed it in circles... then flicked it upwards from the bottom... moving her body in tempo with her clit diddling. She moved to her swollen labia... rubbing up and down those full, pouty pussy lips. Her right forefinger slid in between her lips... rubbing slowly up and down over and over. Rachel licked her lips, smiling so big. She rubbed her labia faster and faster... her body shaking. Rachel patted her perky pink clit steadily. She bit her bottom lip and rubbed her beautiful pussy so awesomely fast. I jerked faster. Rachel made her orgasm face... rubbing her juicy pink pussy faster and faster. She came all over her fingers... moaning in orgasmic bliss. I smiled. I was gonna enjoy having Rachel as my neighbor. The next day Rachel was home alone. I decided to have my camera ready... in case she put on another show. I had a sneaky feeling she was going to... and I was right. Rachel ordered a pizza I assume because a young... probably 18 or 19... pizza deliver guy rang her doorbell... pizza in hand. Rachel answered the door in just a white, cotton robe. The young delivery guy was pleasantly surprised. I decided to break out the camera and film a possible homemade porno. Rachel got the young man to come in while she got the money to pay him. This was going in a good direction. She paid the delivery guy and took the pizza... sitting it on the sofa. Rachel walked back to the delivery guy and gave him a very sexy smile... slowly tracing her finger down his chest. She opened her robe... showing him... and me... her gorgeous, perky cans. The young delivery guy stared in disbelief. Rachel grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. He just stood there staring. Rachel laughed... then squeezed her breasts with his hands... hers over his. She bit her bottom lip in such a sexy way. Rachel was in heat and I was rock hard watching her. Rachel moved her right hand down to his crotch and squeezed it through his jeans. She smiled, liking his size. She knelt down and unzipped his jeans. Rachel pulled out his 8 inch cock... looking at it... licking the head. She planted kisses... leaving red lip prints... all over his shaft and plump crown. Rachel sucked the delivery guy's hard cock into her mouth... bobbing her head quickly on it. Her long, wavy red hair flew wildly as her head bobbed all over that young, hard cock. Rachel's cheeks were hollowed out, auctioning hard on the long, but thin shaft. She tickled his balls with red nails. The young delivery guy grabbed Rachel's hair and ducked her mouth. Rachel happily let him take over. He slammed his young meat down the ESPN hottie's throat. Rachel gagged slightly... her saliva oozing out of the corners of her mouth. The delivery guy didn't last long. He was too excited from getting to face fuck the gorgeous Rachel Nichols. He groaned and shoved his cock all the way down Rachel's throat. His body shook as his cock pumped his jizz directly into Rachel's stomach. He popped out about four blasts of jizz before his cock slipped out of Rachel's sweet sucking mouth. She smiled up at him and kissed the head of his cock... licking his piss slit to get every drop of young cream out of him. Rachel got up... licked her lips clean... and smiled at the young delivery guy. He quickly put his cock away and zipped up. He got a helluva tip. He smiled back at the horny milf and left. I filmed everything and I decided to use it to get what... and who... I wanted. The next day, I noticed Rachel was again, home alone. I grabbed the tape and headed next door... to formally introduce myself to my horny, redheaded milf neighbor. I rang the doorbell. Rachel answered... once again in just a white cotton robe... and red heels. She likes to be comfortable at home... just like me. "Hello Rachel... I'm your next door neighbor Dick." "Oh... hello. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Dick. I was wondering when you were gonna come over and introduce yours. Please, come in." I went inside. It's a beautiful home. It's an exclusive neighborhood so I knew it was a beautiful home anyway. We sat on Rachel's sofa... I looked for pizza remnants from the night before. There were none... but I smirked anyway... knowing what Rachel did with the young delivery guy. We talked for a few... and drank some white wine. Rachel sat to my left... bouncing her leg... sofy kissing her wine glass as she sipped the wine. Rachel was a seductress... and I knew how to handle her. I started running my hand up her leg. She didn't stop me so I just kept going. Rachel looked at me, her wine glass softly pressed against her luscious, glistening red lips. "You know... I saw you blow the delivery guy. I want some. I wanna fuck you... and I wanna pimp you." I Iaid it on the table. I also undid the belt on her robe... and opened it. Those gorgeous milf tits immediately caught my attention. I started groping them. "Oh... I'm glad you did. Just like I'm glad you watched me after my shower." She knew I was watching. I knew it. I really like this chick. "So..." I pulled out my 10 inches and let her ogle it. "Do I get what I want?" I reach over and put my hand on her beautiful red haired head and encourage her to suck my cock. "Well... I guess you have me over a barrel, so to speak. I've never been pimped though. The thought of it is turning me on though. Just don't let my husband find out. He's a prude... I'm a slut." Rachel kicked her full, wet lips, as she put her wine glass down and leaned over... licking my piss slit... looking up at me with a huge grin on her sexy face. "You and I are gonna have a beautiful relationship bitch. Now suck my dick ho." I pushed her head down on my big, thick cock. Rachel gladly obeyed. Rachel shucked my cock for a half an hour. Slowly deepthroating me... then quickening her pace. She jacked my thick base while she picked every inch of my throbbing cock head. She chewed on it perfectly... slowly licking the sensitive underside... smiling up at me, as I groaned happily from the awesome feeling. Rachel bobbed her head quickly on my excited cock... her long, wavy, red hair flopping wildly. I grabbed her gorgeous hair and wrapped it around my hand. I fucked her slutty mouth... driving up into that beautiful sucking mouth and throat, deep. Rachel moaned happily... her saliva oozing out all over my shaft and balls. Rachel lapped it up, cupping and softly squeezing my big balls. I blasted my creamy load into her mouth... then pushed deep down her throat and finished there. Rachel sucked down every drop, licking and sucking me dry. "Delicious, pimp daddy. I'm gonna love being your ho. I'm such a horny slut." I just smiled... knowing how much fun I was gonna have with this horny bitch. I sucked her C cups. Squeezing them... sucking them hungrily. Rachel's milk blasted out into my mouth. I drank it down for 20 minutes straight. I chewed on this thick, pink nipples. Rachel has perfect nipples. Light pink and thick, rubbery... so delicious to suck on... and drink milk from. I ate her neatly trimmed, red haired cunt. I pulled that perky, pink clit, as far as it would go and let it snap back. "Yessssssssss!" Rachel loved it. I did it over and over. I fingered her tight, smooth booty, as I picked her juicy, pink pussy out. I rolled my tongue like crazy, inside that sweet cunt. Rachel played with my brown hair, as I popped and licked my tongue in those pink folds. I rubbed her hard clit so damn fast. Rachel came in my mouth three times. I swallowed her tasty pussy nut and licked her clean. Rachel ride my big cock, slamming down so hard on my lap. I slapped and squeezed her beautiful tits... her milk oozed between my fingers. I smirked at her and she smiled back... such a slutty and horny smile. I pussy thumped Rachel doggy style... pounding that wet, tight cunt as only I can. I drilled the fuck out of it. Rachel was bent over her sofa. Her husband called and I kept fucking her while she talked to him. "Yes dear... OH MY GOD!!... no I'm fine... I'm working out. It feels so damn good. YESSSSSSSSSSS!!" I smirked and smacked her sweet, well toned booty hard. "YESSSSSS!!... sorry... it's an intense workout." Rachel looked back at me and smiled... winked at me and blew me a big kiss. I thumped her tight ass. She said she hadn't done anal in awhile. I stretched out and railed that tight booty so fucking good. She squirted all over me five times and I loved every damn second of it. Rachel screamed out in sheer orgasmic and sexually powerful bliss. I drilled that tight ass over and over and over... pulling he beautiful red hair... smacking that gorgeous, so perfectly rounded booty harder and harder. "YESSSSSSSSSSS... POUND MY ASS DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!" Rachel was so fucking horny. I slammed that ass for two hours... non stop. She squirted so many damn times, I lost count. Pussy nut was everywhere. You could smell it and I just grinned like crazy. I love horny sluts... and I was really loving this one. I finally jizz asted her beautiful face. Rachel was on her knees and I covered that beautiful, milf face with cum. She just smiled and took the massive cum facial. When I finished she sucked me deep... sucking out every fucking drop of jizz in me. I started kissing down her throat. Rachel was startled. I looked at her to see what she was gonna do. She made me happy when she deep throated my cock and took my warm piss right down her throat. I smiled and pissed. I let out a huge stream of piss and Rachel handled it perfectly... drinking it all down. I pulled out and pissed on her cum covered face and milk dripping tits. "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH... MMMMMMMMMMMMM! I LOVE IT DADDY!" Rachel is such a sexy whore. Rachel sucked me dry... smiling that sweet, beautiful...and slutty... smile at me the whole time. "You're gonna make a good ho Rachel... and a good fuck toy for me." I smacked her face and spit on it. Rachel smiled so happy and moaned her approval. She lapped up my spit and kissed every inch of my cock and balls. She then wiped her face clean with her hands and lapped up every fucking drop of cum and piss. She played with the cum, stringing it out from her lips and sucking it in. Damn... I dig this chick. I've pimped out Rachel several times. A couple of rich neighbors each paid 100K apiece. I pimped her out to a banker for a BBQ he was having for some of his old, rich friends. A cool mil. Ten old guys gangbanging that hot slut all afternoon. She even took a couple of footlong hotdogs in her pussy at the same time... no mustard... while she took two old dicks up her ass at the same time. Rachel is such a horny, hot slut. She's... The Hot Milf Rachel Nichols.

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Someone who Loves You ( Without Me Part 2 ) - Billy Hargrove

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Hey guys, We’re finally here! this is part 2 to Without me. It's not really based off the song this time. I was excited to write this, I just want to Thank everyone for the Amazing support I got on the first part, I appreciate it so much. I hope everyone enjoys <3 { Warnings - Language and angst. I make a lot of Freddy Krueger puns, so bare with me }

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I let out an aggravated huff as I walked up the Wheelers sidewalk on the Chilly October night, the Door opened and I was Greeted by a Smiling Karen, who quickly pulled me into a hug. " Nancy ans Steve are upstairs, still putting their costumes together. You know them, they wait until last minute and throw things together. Yours looks great by the way! " she stated motioning to my costume, if Freddy Krueger were a female, that'd be me. I wanted to go as something, unexpected. Not like the rest of our girls in school and I also wanted something that would hide my face somewhat, since I was avoiding Billy. I left classes early so I wouldn't run into him in the hallway, I ended up at classes 15 minutes early, I ate lunch in the office, after volunteering to be an office aid. I might hve been taking this to an extreme, but I already hurt from being used, I didn't want to feel the whole heartbreak. So, when Nancy guilt tripped me into going to this stupid Halloween party, I knew to expect Billy and his crew to be there. " Knock knock, Better Stay up late, because you're never gonna sleep again! " I chuckled as I entered Nancy's room, Steve rolled his eyes " How long were you rehearsing that one? ". I smirked " Long enough, can you tell that it's me under the makeup? ", Steve and Nancy both nodded. " Shit " I sighed while sitting on her bed, Nancy smiled " It's a great costume though Y/N, besides I doubt he'll even know your there, he's going to be wasted ". " No, he'll know. Yesterday he punched Tommy in the face when he made a nasty comment about you Y/N. Trust me, Billy has it bad " Steve then stated with a slight chuckle, " He only has it bad because I took away the only thing he wanted, the first girl to deny the great Billy Hargrove... Besides, I heard he was out with Jessica or Heather, or whoever he was with last week " I stated seriously while rolling my eyes. " He was not, those girls love making shit up! I don't think he's been out with anyone since you started ignoring him " Nancy exclaimed, " When did you you become Pro Billy? " I asked her with a brow raised. " I'm not, but when you were hanging out with you, you seemed happy. Happier then what you are now, you barely go out anymore because you're avoiding him. I miss you sometimes, it's different, you're different " she stated with a sigh, I didn't reply, but I did stand up and give her a hug, avoiding smudging my makeup I worked 3 hours to get right. Letting her know I was always here, she still had me as a friend.

Once we reached Tina's house, we all got out of Steve's car and made our way towards the party. " Is Jonathan coming? " I asked Nancy since she and him seemed to be be spending more time together recently, she shrugged " He was taking Will trick or Treating, I tried to talk him into it, but I don't know if my tactics worked ". I nodded while letting out a sigh, " Wow, great costumes guys! Thanks for Coming, Wooh!!! " Tina shouted over the music, already drunk. The three of us smiled awkwardly but headed towards the kitchen, I wasn't much of a drinker, but I needed an escape ( But still needed to stay level headed, because if I got too out of control, I end up in bed with Billy again ). When we reached the kitchen, I grabbed a plastic cup with people were calling ' Pure Fule '. " What are you supposed to be Y/N, a fashion victim " Carol stated with a smirk, but also rolled her eyes at the same time. Rebecca chuckled behind her, even though it wasn't funny at all. " I see you two decided not to wear a costumes, just the same old masks you were everyday. Slutty as always " I stated with a smile, walking further into the kitchen as Nancy and Steve decided to dance. " 1, 2 Freddy's coming for you! " I heard Billy shout loudly, " No No, Freddy's not coming for you anymore! " I sighed shaking my head as I quickly found an escape route, turning many corners to get away from him. When I managed to do so, I ended up running into someone else. " Woah, slow down Freddy " The guy chuckled, I sighed deeply " I'm so sorry... ". I looked at the guy, realizing it was Chad from art class. He chuckled " It's okay Y/N, great costume by the way. Make a statement, just because Freddy is a guy, doesn't mean a girl can't dress up like him for Halloween!... How have you been? ", I smiled " Thanks, I've been good, just dodging this guy ". " Hargrove? " he asked, I nodded letting out a deep sigh. " Well, I wish you luck with that then " Chad stated , I looked at him confused. An arm slung around my shoulder, " Buzz off Chad, she's mine! " Billy slurred. Chad held his arms up in defense with a smirk on his face, I pushed Billy's arm off me " I'm not yours, now leave me alone or I'm going to haunt you in your dreams! "{ End of the Freddy Krueger puns, promise }. I then walked away from him once more, not hearing him whisper behind me " You already haunt them ". I ended up leaving the party after that, unaware of what happened after that. I walked to the bus station and caught the closest bus that would end up close to my house. I sighed deeply, receiving weird looks from the other people in the station, I ignored it though. Once I got home, I sighed deeply. My dad wasn't home, thankfully he had left on a business trip that lasted until Tuesday. I went into the bathroom, stripped out of my clothes, jumped into the shower. Scrubbed off the three hours of work I had put into my makeup, the got into my pajama's and then climbed into bed, Good Fucking Night Halloween.

Since Halloween fell on a Friday, I got to lounge around all weekend at home and I planned on keeping it that way. Halfway through the day, around 4pm. There was a knock on the front door, making me groan deeply. I got up and answered it, Nancy rushed her way in while looking frazzled. " What happened to you last night, I thought you left with Hargrove! " she exclaimed quite dramatically, I rolled my eyes " You thought wrong, he was bugging me and I didn't want to deal with it ". " It;s just that, he left soon after I noticed that you were gone and I can't remember anything that happened after that. Steve won't answer my calls, I was worried about you, I was freaked out this morning " she then stated, making me nod " Billy's an idiot, he had so much to drink last night, he was drunk out of his mind. You know I'm not that stupid to get in a car with someone who's drunk, whether I love him or not! ". Nancy's eyes went wide " You love him, why didn't you tell me before ! ", I groaned deeply " Because I'm trying not love love him anymore, that's why I've been avoiding him ". " " Oh my gosh, your first love! " Nancy smiled widely, causing me to roll my eyes and groan " Okay, I think visiting hours are over ". " Y/N " Nancy sighed deeply, " No Nance, I'm trying to get over it okay. I'm going to move on and one day fnd someone who'll treat me better. No one ever ends up with who they date in high school anyway " I muttered loud enough for her to hear. She sighed once more while awkwardly nodded " Fine, I'll drop the subject. Can I stay and hangout with you for a while? ", I nodded " Okay, you can stay, but no more mention of my love life or I'm kicking you out ". She chuckled slightly, but she knew I wasn't joking.

Nancy ended up staying a few hours, we baked cookies, watched a dramatic movie and did little bit of homework. By the time she left it was almost dinner time, so I warmed up leftover pizza and made myself comfortable on the couch. That is until 10 minutes later, I heard a loud bang come from upstairs. I furrowed my brows, grabbed the closest objects to me, which happened to be my math book, then made my way upstairs. Checking all the rooms, until I landed on my own bedroom. I let out a deep sigh, then pushed open the door, only to see Billy laying on the floor groaning. " What the hell are you doing? " I asked tossing my matchbook onto my desk and placing my hands on my hips, " I wanted to talk, why did you move your furniture around, I expected to lad on your bed like I used too " he groaned while rubbing his knees. " Maybe you should've used the front door " I stated, he groaned once while getting to his feet " You wouldn't have answered and I saw that your window was open and took the chance ". " Your right, I wouldn't have answered. Because, when you avoid someone that's what you do " I stated walking out of my room and back downstairs, back to my pizza. Billy followed my of course. I sighed deeply while sitting back on the couch, " Y/n, are you going to avoid me forever? " he questioned sitting on the arm of the couch. " That's the plan " I stated with a smile, focusing back on the TV. Billy let out a deep huff, then grabbed the remote from my hand, switching off the television. " Billy, give it back! " I yelled, making him shake his head no. " Billy! " I exclaimed grabbing for it, making him stick it in his pants. " Go for it now " he smirked, making me roll my eyes " That's all you care about! ". He looked at me confused, " Sex! Billy, all you care about is sex! " I exclaimed loudly. " That's not true " he stated bluntly, making me roll my eyes. " If all I ever wanted was sex, I would have ditched you the minute after we fucked " he stated with a sigh, " You did, you were gone by the time I woke up and if you really cared about me, you would've stayed or at least told me you were leaving! " I snapped back. " You now my dad would've killed me " he stated, " You didn't care any time after that, when you were taking out other girls, your dad didn't expect you to come home those nights. So you ended up here, toying with my fucking feelings. You used me " I spat. He shook his head while fishing the remote out of his pants, dropping it on the coffee table, then started walking towards the front door. " I did not Y/N, I care about you! " he stated loudly on his way, " No! You wanted to talk, let's fucking talk! " I yelled chasing after him. " You only ever came around for sex and for me to make you feel good about yourself! You never once did the same for me, never cared about what was going on in my life or how I was feeling. You took advantage of my feelings, especially when I told you I loved you... So, if you can't accept that, then leave and don't ever come back. My feelings are just as important as yours, stop acting like your the only one that's been through shit! " I yelled, causing him to turn towards me with a softer look on his face, it reminded me of the look I saw the night I met him. It didn't last long, he got that harsh look on his face once more as he stomped his way towards his car, jumping in and then pulling out of my driveway like a bat out of hell. I only hoped now, he got the message.

The weekend passed quickly, as did the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving. Finally confronting Billy about everything, felt rewarding and I stopped hiding from everything. He had yet to try to contact me again, so I guess he got the message. Wait, unless you count the midnight phone calls I had been receiving. I knew they were him, the caller never spoke, they waited until I said Hello three times before hanging up. Nancy said, that maybe my voice was like a security blanket, that he still wanted to hear it, maybe it helped him sleep. To that I rolled my eyes, it was just another way to annoy me, but I continued to answer those calls, because somewhere deep inside, I missed him. But after we all returned to school after the Thanksgiving he fell back into his old ways, he pretended as if I wasn't there, had a different girl on his arm everyday and always gave that said girl a ride home after school ( And we all know what happened on those ride homes ). As much as I wanted to stay strong and get over him, it seemed to be a lot harder than I thought. I found myself crying late at night about the old days with him, waiting for him to climb through my window and make everything okay again. Why couldn't I figure out what I wanted, I couldn't get my feelings in check. I'd curse at myself when I woke up in the morning, realizing I'd left my window open the previous night, on purpose. The relationship he and I had was unhealthy, I made the right decision when I ended things, but that thought never brought me any comfort. This pain I was feeling for that boy, was worse than when my parents got divorced, I wasn't sure how I'd get through it.

The week before the Winter Formal, notes had started appearing in my locker out of the blue. Simple ones at first, telling me how nice I looked, congratulating me on how well I did in science class, Odd things. At first I took it as a joke, kids at school were cruel and knew what had gone down between Billy and I. The notes though, were always signed - Someone who loves you. So, it couldn't be Billy, he didn't love anyone. I was taken by surprise when I opened my locker this morning and the note read - Be my date for the Formal? Circle Yes or no, then slip it in locker 306. Someone Who Loves You -. I didn't do anything with it at first, just put it in my pocket and made my way to my first class. I'd deal with it later. Once lunch came along, I grabbed my food and sat down at the normal table. Nancy and Jonathan joined soon after, I let out a deep sigh " I have to talk to you! ". Nancy looked worried as I pulled the note out of my pocket, slamming it on the table. " Oh no, what did Mr. Someone who loves you, say today? " Jonathan smirked, Nancy picked up the note and read it. " He asked her to the winter formal " Nancy smiled widely, I rolled my eyes " I'm not going ". Nancy then scoffed " What! Why not? ", " Because this is probably some prank on Carol's end, they all know what went on between Billy and I... I don't want to show up and be made a fool " I stated with a shrug. Nancy sighed " What if it's not a joke, what if someone actually like you in this school other than Us! Don't you want to find out? " again I shrugged " I'll think about ". She nodded, " What if it's Billy? Maybe hes trying to right his wrongs " Jonathan stated with a smiled. " Billy's locker number isn't 306, it's 490 " I sighed running my hand through my hair, " Well, we have to figure out who's locker is 360! " Nancy exclaimed. " We don't, I wasn't planning on going anyways, it's just a stupid dance " I stated honestly, " Just a stupid dance, I'm appalled! I'm on the dance committee, it's going to be amazing " Nancy stated dramatically. I just rolled my eyes, I hadn't made my mind up yet. This is my decision and only I could make it.

By the end of the day, I had slipped the note, that I had circled yes onto, back into locker 306, hoping I didn't just make a mistake. I got a ride home from Jonathan and when I arrived home, I wasn't surprised to find the house empty. My dad had been dating a new woman recently and he was gone most days / nights. Even though I spent so much time alone now, he seemed to be happy again, so I guess I approved. He was a good man and deserved it. In preparation for the Winter formal, Nancy and I planned on going dress shopping Wednesday after school. Mrs. Wheeler ended up driving us and dropping us off, before running errands of her own. Nancy was extra excited for the formal, she and Jonathan would be going together and I was very happy for the as well. What I wasn't happy about was because our town was so small, there was only one dress shop and it seemed other girls had the same idea coming after school. Wow, look who it is girls. Wheeler and her little side kick Y/L/N. Tell me, did you both finally find dates or are you going with each other " Carol stated with a cackle, I rolled my eyes " Just because this is a stupid dance, doesn't mean you can't go alone or with Friends ". She scoffed " Your lame is you go alone though, imagine how awkward the picture will be. Tommy and I are going together, Heather's going with Josh and Tina tell the who your date is ", " Billy " Tina smirked. Causing me to roll my eyes " Give me a break, did you really think I actually cared who your dates are? You and Tommy are always blowing each others ass holes and I remember both of you last year trying to fuck Steve, face it. You're both pathetic ", " then why are you talking to us, if we're so pathetic? " Carol smirked. " Well, I didn't start talking to you, you both came up to us as soon as we entered the store and started this. Clearly bored with your own lives and Now I'm ending it " I stated with a smile as I grabbed Nancy's arm and walked towards the back of the store. " I'm shocked Y/N, I didn't think tonight would end up like that. I don't get why they have to ruin everything " Nancy stated while looking through a rack of clothes, I just lent up against the wall and sighed " They aren't going anywhere in life, so they have ruin good times for everyone else to make themselves better ". She nodded, picking out a few dresses. I heard the bell ring and noticed Carol and Tina leave the store, carrying large bags with them. " Come Y/N, I know this started off bad, but let's make it more fun, your frown is bumming me out " Nancy then groaned, " Sorry, I just can't get excited for something like this. Especially when I know it's going to be a let down " I stated with a sigh as I glanced around the shop. " Why do you think it's going to be a let down " I stated with a serious look on her face, I shrugged slightly " I just feel like this is one big joke and I'm in the middle of it ". She let out a deep sigh " Well, at least you'll have us there if something goes down. You'll still have your friends to keep you company ", I nodded while sending her a smile " Okay fine! Let's stop talking about it and get back to dress shopping. I actually see something I'm interested in ". She smiled widely as we walked over to the strapless white dress that had pale color marks on it, I ended up getting that one in the end. Now with the formal only two days away, I was getting even more nervous, which was annoying. But what's done is done and hopefully, I wouldn't regret it in the end.

The night of the winter formal, Nancy and I were getting ready in her room, with the help of her mom. The day before I received another note from someone who loves you, saying they'd met me in the back parking lot at 9:30pm. That's about an hour after the dance began, so I'd be able to hangout with my friends before I had to meet this mystery person. Steve swore it was Billy, he said throughout the last week that Billy couldn't keep my name out of his mouth. I just brushed it off, Billy would never go to this amount of trouble to ask someone to the dance, let alone go to the dance, it wasn't his thing. I sat on Nancy's bed, flipping through a magazine as she curled her hair, I just couldn't stop thinking about tonight. It was driving me crazy, not knowing who this mystery person was and I was terrified of looking like a fool in front of the whole school. " Come on Y/N, your turn " Nancy stated wearing a large smile, I sent her a panicked look " That’s it, I'm not going, I changed my mind! ". Nancy let out a deep sigh knowing I'd been thinking far to into this and she was probably tired of hearing my worries. " Y/N, everything will be okay. It's only a stupid high school dance as you put it, but it's also a time to unwind from all the stresses of School and have fun with friends ", Nancy stated with a small smile " Don't let the fear get in the way of your happiness ". I took in her words and nodded, " And you have to go and find out who wins the title of the Ice Queen and King. I Won when I attended Hawkins High, I probably still have the Crown around here somewhere " Mrs. Wheeler stated proudly. Causing me to chuckle and Nancy to roll her eyes " Not now Mom ", I let out a deep sigh as Mrs. Wheeler left the room in search for her Ice Queen crown. " So, are you ready to get pretty? " Nancy asked with a small smile, " Bitch, I already am pretty, but there's always room for improvement! " I stated with my own smile. " Look girls I found it, I can imagine there much small nowadays! " Mrs. Wheeler exclaimed excitedly while walking back into Nancy's room with a large white crown on her head, Nancy groaned loudly as I chuckled, everything was going to be okay.

Jonathan picked Nancy and I up, looking very dashing himself. I let out a sigh as we got closer to the school, the nerves already setting in now. Nancy turned her head towards the backseat, " Hey, remember it'll be okay and besides, if things don't work out, you can always get Steve to dance with you " she stated with a smile. I rolled my eyes as we pulled into the packed parking lot, next to Steve's car. I let out a deep sigh as I stepped out of Jonathan's car, wishing I had worn a heavier sweater. " Wow Y/N, you look... The best I've ever seen you look. Damn, if only I'd known, I would've picked you over Nancy " Steve stated with a joking smile, " Ew.. But, thanks " I smirked giving him a hug ( Steve and I have always had a brother/sister relationship ). " Ha ha, funny Steve! Okay, let's head inside, I'm freezing " Nancy exclaimed grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the front door, Steve and Jonathan following close behind. Once we reached the gym, I looked around, taking in all the faces. Who was I kidding, I was searching for the specific blonde. Tina, Rebecca and Heather all had dates off the basketball team. " Tina's a Damn liar, she's here with Trey not Billy. How many people has she been screwing around with, does she not realize that Billy and Trey are two different people " Nancy stated with an eye roll, causing me to chuckle loudly. 9:30 was approaching fast and I couldn't stop biting my nails, thinking of all the ways this could go wrong. " You okay? " Steve asked sitting down next to me and handing me a glass of punch, I only shrugged because I had no words for the battle that was going down in my head. " I get that your nervous Y/N, but I'll let you in on something, it's not a prank " Steve stated with a sigh, I looked at him confused " How would you know? " . " Because, Chad couldn't shut up in the locker room four days ago. Team members kept asking him who he was taking to the Formal, he didn't say a nae, but said that he asked a girl in a creative way. Through a note " Steve stated honestly. I looked at him shocked " How could he be the note holder? Sure he's a nice guy, but Chad is very artistic, any notes he would've slipped into a locker would've been more deep then. Hey, you looked good in History today. That doesn't sound like him ", He nodded " I get it, he's been my lab partner for 3 years. He doesn't speak like a normal person sometimes, more like a novel. Bit, I'm just telling you what I heard because I know you've been worrying about this ". I smiled slightly glancing up at the clock, seeing that it was 9:22pm. " Thanks for telling me, your a good friend " I stated with a sigh, him nodding in response while wearing a similar smile.

I walked through the school, more like snuck, because students weren't really allowed to venture through the school after hours. The faculty was worried kids were going to sneak off and have sex in classrooms, thankfully I had a good reputation around here and the staff weren't worried about me. Once I made it to the back door, I let out a deep sigh, Now or Never. I walked slowly towards the dark figure, butterflies in my stomach and my dinner was ready to make a 2nd appearance tonight. Once I saw that the figure was indeed Chad, I couldn't tell if I was relieved or a little angry. " So, your the mystery note holder " I stated with my arms crossed, Chad let out a small sigh but didn't respond. I rolled my eyes and started walking back towards the door, to possibly salvage and make the rest of the night good. Chad quickly ran around me, halting me in place. " Where are you going? " he asked nervously, " Back inside, if you wanted to ask me to the formal, you literally could of just asked. Instead of writing all those simple notes, that sounded nothing like you. I would've said yes " I spat. He let out a sigh, " Other than my friends, your the only one who's treated me like an equal, the only other guy that's been nice " I stated honestly. He nodded " But Y/N, I didn't write the notes. I've just been the middle man through this whole thing, hell I've been dating the same girl for over 2 years. Natalie Wood ", I furrowed my brows in confusion. Yes, I remember seeing them together, but never thought they weren't anything but friends. " Middle man? " I then questioned, earning a nod from him. " Middle man for who? " I asked, only getting a smirk in return as he pointed towards the parking lot behind me. I took in a deep breath as I turned around slowly, letting out a slight groan as I saw Billy standing there, leaning against his car, holding a handful of flowers. I turned back towards Chad, who was still wearing a smirk. " My locker is locker 306, he didn't want to use his own because obviously you would've known it was him. So, he paid me 5$ to help him out, but this was all his idea, he wrote all the notes, he's got it bad for you " Chad stated with a smile before patting me on the shoulder and making his way inside. The degree's had dropped slightly, making it even colder now. I sighed deeply while walking over towards the blonde, unsure of what I was going to say to this boy now. " Before you say anything, I just want to say... Hi " Billy started off nervously, " I know this is probably very confusing and I know you told me to leave you alone, but I can't. I just want a chance to explain everything to you and after that if you still want me to leave you alone, I will ". I had no words, but I was curious as to what he was going to say. So, I nodded. He let out a deep sigh " Okay, cool... Oh, these are for you... Stole money from my dad to buy them, I'll probably hear about it later, but it was worth it. Didn't have enough for a new suit though... ", he handed me the flowers which made me smile. " Thanks, they're beautiful and I recognize that suit from when we first met, on the beach in California " I stated with a smile, making him nod. I didn't say anything further, waiting for him to continue. " So, the last time we spoke, it didn't end well. But since then, I've realized how much I miss and need you in my life. I will do anything to have you in my life again " he stated with a deep sigh, he's dropped the tough guy act, he's more vulnerable. " I know that you think when we were messing around, I was also fucking with other girls, but I wasn't. Before we started doing things together, I had slept with two girls, none that go to our school. But as soon as we got together, I didn't want another bitch. Anytime I climbed through your window and told you I was out with some girl, I lied. I always came straight from home after having a fight with my dad. I didn't want to tell you, because I know you always worried about me when I was at home. Now I realize that I made the wrong choice in lying. I stayed all night at your house those nights, not caring about the trouble I'd get into when I got home, because at least I got to spend time with you, even if we were just sleeping " he stated a bit winded, I however furrowed my brows in confusion. " I understand that this is a lot to take in, but I want to be with you " he stated strongly, making me let out a deep sigh " But when I told you I loved you, you never said anything, you chose to ignore it ". He ran his hand through his freshly styled hair " I didn't ignore it, I just didn't confess that I felt the same way. I've never felt this way towards someone before and I was afraid of what people would say at school, you know Billy Hargrove being tied down. The longer I kept my feelings to myself, the more I felt guilty. Then you started distancing yourself and I knew I had fucked everything up. But, I love you Y/N and I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks or says! ", I looked at him shocked. I wasn't expecting this to come from tonight, something told me that he was telling the truth. Billy cleared his throat, making me realize I hadn't said anything in a while. " SO? " he sighed deeply, " Your serious, no games? " I asked looking at him intensely. He nodded " Absolutely, I don't want to spend one more day without you ", I smiled at him slightly as I pulled him into a hug. " But, what about Heather and Tina, they both swore that they were screwing you the same time we were messing around. " I then asked, " Both liars, Heather had herpes the last time I checked and Tina is such a fucking snooze fest. You know she asked me to the formal, I told her I'd rather hammer nails into my toes. I was working on getting my girl back and I wasn't risking that on her boring ass " he stated with a slight chuckle pulling me into another hug. " It'll take some time for you to gain my trust again, but if you're willing to put in the work, I think we could get back to what we once were " I stated honestly, making him hug me even tighter " I'll do whatever you want! I'll wait forever if I have to ". I smiled to myself, " Hey, you're freezing! Here take my jacket " he stated taking off the leather jacket and placing it around my shoulders. " Come on, let's get inside, I want to dance with my girl " he stated with a smile as he locked his car and then walked me back into the school.

When Billy and I walked into the gym together, we caught everyone's eye. A few people laughed, some gasped. Steve smirked, making me think he might have had a part in this too, despite the hatred he had for Billy. Billy and I got out onto the dance floor, I put my arms around his shoulders and he put his hands on my hips, as we started to sway to the music. I had never seen Billy smile the way he was smiling at me know, things were finally right. Jonathan and Nancy both sent me smiles, causing me to roll my eyes, but smiled happily back. Not long after the principle was on stage, ready to announce Ice Queen and King. " And the Winner is... Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler! " the principal shouted , causing a wave of applaud to abrupt in the gym. I let out a loud shriek of excitement as they were both crowned, Mrs. Wheeler was going to be very happy about this. Billy put his arm round me, pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head. Things seemed to work in my favor I guess, but even though I was happy now, there was no way to tell what was going to happen in the future. But, let's forget about that now and Enjoy the moment.

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Hey guys, I totally over did it with this one, but I enjoyed writing it so much. I've been in a slump lately and haven't been the best of health, so the fact that I was able to enjoy writing this so much means a lot. And I hope Everyone Enjoyed reading it, I just want to say Thank you for the amazing support I've received on this series. You're all Amazing <3<3

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lancesniece · 7 years ago

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Undercover, Up Skirts - Part One

Words: 1,333

Status: WIP, Multi-Chapter

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Pairing: Keith/Lance

Genre: Comedy, Fluff

Warnings: Humor that may be considered offensive, A bit of perverseness on Keith’s Account, slight sexual humor

Summary: When a mission involves a planet that doesn’t allow men to step on it’s soil, Lance decides to do what any sane man would...cross dress. Keith is understandably dismayed.

A/N: Fucking Tumblr mobile sucks you guys, this is why it’s taken me a little while to do some more writing. Anyways, this was supposed to be based on a prompt but I lost it and this monster started writing itself. Expect maybe, I don’t know...Five-ish parts? This doesn’t have a beta so please message me any mistakes you find, and constructive criticism is always welcome!

This whole infiltration mission sounded like a mess to start with. A planet that allowed no men to step on its soil was currently suspected of being in kudos with the Galra, and that was certainly a no-go from Voltron. The problem with being “suspected” is that they can’t just charge in guns blazing without a proper investigation.

This type of mission is the one where they typically all went undercover, but the planet itself presented another problem. No men. And there were only two girls on the ship, so it left a bit of a...problem.

Cross dressing was, of course, always an option. But none of them could pass. Not Shiro, with his buffness. Not Hunk and Keith, with their masculine features, and certainly not Coran. None of them could possibly ever dream of getting away with it.

But...there was Lance, who beamed when Allura brought up the situation.

“I can do it!” Everybody turns to look at him with shock on their faces. The Cuban only grins wider than he was before.

“You...what?” Shiro asks, a bit thrown off.

“I can cross dress, my dudes.” Silence fills the room before Keith speaks up.

“What? Did the last of your sanity finally wither away along with what little dignity you had?”

“Bold of you to assume I had either to begin with.” Lance shoots back, the grin on his face significantly smaller than it was before. “What, you guys don’t think I can do it?”

“It’s not that, buddy.” Hunk reassures gently, bending over where his friend is seated to clamp a hand down on his armoured shoulder. “It’s just...you seem so sure of yourself. Have you done this before?”

“Good question.” Pidge pipes up, a curious look crossing her face. “Are you a Drag Queen?”

Lance sputters. “Make up artist is a better term, but yes, I have! And there is certainly no shame in it.” He sends both Pidge and Keith a glare, whom raises an eyebrow in response.

“Ahem,” Allura clears her throat, effectively gaining the attention of everyone in the room. “Lance. I’m certainly not going to stop you from doing this if you can pass. Three of us beats two.” Lance’s grin is back full force.

“Awesome! Can I raid your closet?”

“Now?” She asks, eyebrow raised. “In the middle of a briefing?”

“Yeah! They can just fill us in later! The more time wasted on getting my appearance down, the more time the Galra have to fuck up that planet.” And. Okay, he makes a valid point. They’re only in the planning stages of the mission anyways so their absence wouldn’t be too big of a deal.

The princess hums, tapping an elegant finger against chin before sighing and nodding. “I suppose you are right, Lance.”

and with Alluras conformation, the two of them leave the table in search of clothing that lance can wear. The rest of them is left with an awkward tension hanging heavy in the room.

“Actually.” Hunk says. “Now that I think about it, he kinda did wear like, concealer sometimes.”

“Which isn’t wrong in the slightest.” Shiro says warily. “But briefing isn’t over, so let’s get focused again.”

Try as he might, Keith just can’t get the idea of Lance prancing around in a dress out of his head. It leaves…a funny feeling in his chest, like butterflies that are floating. Violently.

This is gay, Keith decides. This is so gay.

When Lance walks back out into the briefing room, everyone is stunned quiet. He and Allura were gone for about an hour, and the person that replaced Lance could easily have been the McClain’s sister.

He’s...he’s gorgeous. And Keith normally fucking hates feminine things with a passion, but with lance it looks so pleasing. The Cuban settled with a natural, peachy type of makeup, with light pinks and pale oranges. Altean make up was more natural to begin with, anyways, but the subtle beauty to it was simply marvelous.

His outfit was appealing as well, the pale pink skirt flowing all the way to the ground. The white blouse is equally as flowey, most likely to hide all of the more masculine curves of his body. A decorative florals pattern decorates the sides of the blouse, white threading barely visible against the shade of it. The sleeves were full-length, leaving it very hard to get glimpses of his skin. All in all, it was very conservative.

Keith was expecting something flashy, and a little slutty if he were being completely honest. Not...this.

It makes his heart beat faster than what’s normally considered healthy. It’s like, the cover is taunting him, promising a leak underneath but never giving it to him.

Wow, when did he become such a pervert?

“You look great!” Hunk says with a huge, supportive smile. Pidge gives him an impressed thumbs up. She clearly wasn’t expecting much from this whole ordeal. Lance grins and places his hands (oh gosh, he even painted his nails pink. Did Alteans even have nail polish?) on his hips.

“Of course I do!” Lance laughs, the sound sweet.

Allura, whom has remained quiet, looks a little too proud of herself. “I was the one who chose his clothes. He does look marvelous, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh! Is that the outfit you wore to Yinniza’s wedding?” Coran asks, a sparkle shining bright in his eyes. “And you do look lovely, my dear.”

Lance grins bashfully as Allura nods at Corans question.

Literally nobody is questioning the sanity in Lance’s actions. It’s concerning, really.

“Pidge was right, you are a Drag Queen.” Keith blurts admits the chaos. Lance scowls at the other, but (wisely) ignores him. This is too fucking crazy man.

Keith looks over at Shiro, desperate for a sane reaction, but instead recoils at what he sees. A light tint of rosy red is placed proudly on his face. Oh god, Lance has flustered Shiro, of all people. And Keith knows that Lance doesn’t fit Shiro’s type and age range, so the fact that he’s flustered says volumes about the Cuban’s current appearance.

Keith promptly kicks Shiro under the table, who violently coughs. “Right, I, uh. Lance, Allura, please sit down. I need to fill you two in on your part in this mission.” The two comply happily. Lance even crosses his legs, sitting prim and proper in his skirt.

“Now, Lance and Allura need to stick together…” This is basically a recap of what they’ve been planning since Allura and Lance have been gone, so Keith easily drones them out.

His thoughts drift, but the source stays the same. Lance and his cross dressing. It makes him wonder just how many times Lance has done this before. And why he does it, for that matter. Apparently he doesn’t do it too often, because Hunk only knew about the concealer and if Hunk doesn’t know something about Lance, nobody else is sure to know.

“...and then Pidge will rigg the…”

But has Lance always been this feminine? Not really. Sure, he has that whole extra ass night routine doing for him but...but it’s not that feminine to begin with. And he has literally no problems with feminine dudes, or drag queens. It’s just they’ve never been his type.

Lance seems to break barriers, it seems, because it becomes apparent very quickly to Keith that if Lance knocked on his door wearing nothing but a robe and a suggestive smile, Keith would be down in a heartbeat.

“...which is where Keith will intervene if…”

And it’s not just sexual. If Lance smooched his cheek and held his hand and smiled at him like he was the center of his world Keith would hop aboard that train with no regrets.

His knee starts to bounce uncontrollably. His palms sweat beneath his Paladin gloves. He can feel his face get hotter and hotter. Keith has a wholesome crush on somebody, for the first time in forever.

Fuck man. This is really gay.

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yoongi-sugaglider · 7 years ago

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School Yard Confessions

She’s a drama teacher,followed by the ghost of a young man since childhood who may or may not be her best friend.Can her spectral friend give her the courage to speak to the man of her dreams?

Warnings:Angst,Teacher AU,Ghost possession

Word count:1,368

So…this is my first attempt at a BTS fanfic.I’ve written stuff before but on my main blog.Soooooo…..please don’t judge me too harshly,but also if you like it please leave a comment,like and or reblog to let me know and I’ll continue writing~Anyways,please enjoy!

p.s-this is based on a dream I had,not that anyone cares lol but yea.I’mma stop talking now and get to the story!

Chapter 1

“Tae.I’m not letting you take over again.The last time you did you tried to change the entire costume department’s dress code. It took me weeks to get people to stop teasing me for it.“ She glanced in the mirror hanging above the sinks of the girl’s locker room, glaring at the semi-transparent form pacing just behind her. The young man ran a hand through his hair, stopping just behind her to grin goofily at her as he ran a quick hand through his hair again.

The spirit had been with her for so long she didn’t even mind when people came in and found her talking to herself. Most by now just tossed it up as a quirk of hers that she usually just attributed to rehearsing lines for whatever play her students may be putting on at the time. But that never stopped Taehyung from playing tricks on her or taking her body over to cause all sorts of fashion corrections to her wardrobe or those that managed to stay friends with her. Her best living friend actually enjoyed it, saying the fashionista inside was the better part of her when she needed help for a date.

"Come on y/n, we both know that top and those pants do NOT go together." The spectral male crossed his arms over his chest, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as the young woman stared down thoughtfully at her clothes. She’d decided to wear a sensible button-down shirt and a pair of dark dress slacks for the semi-formal occasion.The school was hosting a new student orientation and as the head teacher of the drama department, she’d been required to attend in order to ensure the tours went on without a hitch.

"I don’t get it Tae, what’s the problem with how I’m dressed?I’m a teacher, sensible and formal is how I’m supposed to be dressed when it comes to orientation tours." She frowned in the mirror, tugging at the hem of her shirt to readjust it self consciously.

"But that’s just it!You’re young,you’re hot! Men would pay good money to see you dress your age.And besides, are you really going to tell me that you don’t want to dress up for Hoseok Hyungnim." Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows in the mirror, a boxy grin dancing on his lips. The woman groaned, resting her hands on the bathroom’s counter as her eyes wandered over the bare minimum makeup she’d applied to her face before leaving her apartment. She hadn’t given much thought to it, hoping to avoid her crush altogether by keeping busy. "It’s Hoseok Sunbaenim…and I do care. I just…wan’t sure if I’d have the stomach to actually approach him, let alone talk to him confidently today…”

Taehyung leaned in beside her, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin where his incandescent form brushed against her arm. “Girl…you are smoking hot.If I were alive, I’d have gone after you years ago.The man is either blind or dumb as hell for having not noticed you before." He smirked, licking his lips as his ghostly handmade as if to smack her rear end.It passed through her, sending a chill to rush up her spine. Though she didn’t feel an actual hit the effect was apparent none the less. She squealed, smacking ineffectively at his hand, though a smile edged at the corner of her lips.

"Listen noona, I’ve got a bag of makeup stashed in the bottom drawer of your desk and I can guarantee there is an outfit I can work within the costume department. Give me 20 minutes and I’ll have you looking like the teacher of every school boy’s wet dreams." He pouted, sticking out his lower lip and batting his eyelashes at her cutely. She sighed, pushing away from the counter and turning to him.

"Alright Tae,20 minutes. But that’s all you get." The young man whooped happily, jumping up into the air excitedly before reaching out to her chest. "And nothing too slutty I don’t want to get fired you hear me?”

She shivered as the ghostly figure entered her body. It felt similar to dunking her entire body in a freezing cold lake. Her mind went numb as Taehyung began the process of taking her over. She lost all feeling in her limbs and would have fallen if he hadn’t acted quickly, tensing her leg muscles to prevent the fall and leaning against the counter as the process was completed. As he began to make his way out of the bathroom and to the drama classroom she allowed her mind to wander, no longer having to worry about keeping up appearances, knowing that Taehyung wouldn’t do anything to fully embarrass her or get her in trouble.

Her mind flashed back to the first time this had happened,early in their initial time together. She’d been in middle school and having a particularly rough time with of it with a bully,an older girl who’d been held back and in an act of bitterness had decided to take it out on the younger girl. The bullying had started off midle,dumb letters left at her desk and incidents of tripping and cat calling in hallways as she walked past.But it’d quickly escalated to rougher handling and harsher name calling,much of it comments on her looks or love of reading classic poetry during down time in class. Then one day the bully had taken it too far. Tae’d tailed her to school just to see what she was being taught when the bully and her friends had cornered her by herself in an empty stairwell. They’d caught her talking to Taehyung, though it seemed to them as if she were talking to herself and began calling her names,yanking roughly at her hair and clothes and slapping and hitting her. When one of the girls had ripped her shirt,exposing her young skin to the world and then kicked her to the ground the rest of the group had descended on her,punching and kicking her brutally.

Taehyung lost it,swiping at them with his ghostly hands and struggling desperately to save his young friend. Suddenly he’d stopped moving,glaring down at the situation before reaching his hand between the girls and right into her chest. It’d happened so quickly she couldn’t even remember clearly what took place. But once she’d regained control of her body it was very clear that Tae had handled the situation as only a spirit could. The bullies were scattered in the stairwell,in various states of beat the hell up as her body stood above the initial aggressor,her knuckles bloodied and her body bruised but in no uncertain terms victorious.

After that the girls left her alone,citing that she was insane and labeling her a social pariah until she’d graduated through to high school and beyond. Tae and herself had gotten much closer. She allowed him access to her body every now and again so that he could re-experience the feeling of being alive as well as protecting her should the need arise. He’d rarely left her side since,citing that it was safer for her if she had a little otherworldly help from time to time,though she knew deep down that the real reason was that he was afraid to lose his only connection to the living should anything happen to her.

She mentally sighed,knowing her body was in good hands and yet she could feel a sense of mental anxiety beginning to take over. Taehyung had grabbed the makeup bag and was currently in the drama room expertly applying eyeshadow to create a smokey eye look that complimented the slim fitted azure dress he’d found. The neckline of the dress hung low,showing just enough cleavage to draw attention to herself but not enough to be considered inappropriate. A slit began at the hem of the dress,creeping up her left calf and stopping just above her knee. She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but it definitely wasn’t something she’d have chosen for herself without Tae’s help.

Tae smirked in the mirror,the look he gave causing her face to seem far sexier than she’d have made it. “Alright princess,you ready to go bag yourself a prince charming?" Her voice came out slightly huskier than normal,a side effect of having Taehyung in control.

"As ready as I’ll ever be." She mumbled as she regained control over her body and smoothed the dress down her sides,flashing herself a nervous smile as she steeled her nerves in preparation of facing her soon to be students.

#bangtan boys #bts jhope #bts jung hoseok #bts taehyung #imagine #bts v #bts kim taehyung #jhope x reader #bts x reader insert #bts angst #my writing

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inadarkdarkroom · 7 years ago

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Never Lived Alone Again

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf.

I was a news reporter right out of college, reporting on dismal topics in dismal towns. After three or four years of this, with the help of a friend, I landed an interview at an ad agency in Cincinnati. I got a job writing speeches and press releases and doing the usual early-pr-career grunt work. After stints in Alaska and West Virginia, Cincy seemed like a metropolis, and I picked a totally refinished first-floor apartment off of Craigslist. It was $400 a month and not in a great part of town, though the landlord assured me it was changing. Besides: in West Virginia, I was living in an old furniture factory for $300 a month and kicking crackheads off the front stoop. This place sounded like paradise.

My huge black dog Dozer and I drive down the street for the first time- a library! A record store! Restaurants! I pull up to my building, a few blocks down from the retail stuff, and it’s… not at all as described. The vestibule for the apartment is caked with grime. But I already have my key and I open the door to find an almost eerily perfect apartment. Everything is brand-new. The main room is in front. White carpet, white walls, a refinished bathroom, a boring but tidy kitchen. Huge windows, high ceilings. In the back is a small bedroom with a door leading out to a tiny, three-step back stoop and a little fenced backyard.

Over the next couple of weeks my friend helps me meet people, including her friend Alan. He’s great; we kind of friend hang out and kind of boyfriend-girlfriend hang out. Who knows. I have to drive around the state a lot for work and he watches Dozer while I’m gone- I always go to his place to pick her up on my way home.

The first time I do this, I come into the back of the apartment with my bags and race to the bathroom to pee.

The seat is up, and I fall right into the toilet. I figure Alan left it up, and unpack, go running with Dozer, etc.

A couple of weeks later, I have to travel again. I leave my keys with Alan so he can pick up Dozer after he gets off work. Same routine: I pick her up two days later and go straight home, in through the back bedroom door.

I go to the bathroom and sit down again; again, I fall right into the toilet. I think: I need to ask Alan not to do this when he picks up Dozer; it’s so weird. I walk out of the other bathroom door and into the main room.

Everything there is covered with a thick layer of dust, as if I’d been gone for years.

It covers my dining room table- the stray coffee cup I’d left there. It’s sunk into my mom’s old velvet couch, on my picture frames, onto every nook and cranny of the huge yellow hutch against the wall. It’s on the windowsills, on every handle of every drawer. Only the inside handle of the front door is perfectly clean. The door is locked.

I realize the white carpet is filled with even more dust- it’s white-on-white so I hadn’t noticed. I get out the vacuum and I fill two bags. I call the (Seattle-based) landlord and say that if he’s renovating other parts of the building they need to chill on the construction dust. He says he’s “short on funds at the moment” and my renovation was and will be the only one.

After that I’m home for a couple of weeks and everything’s… fine. I figure the air ducts burped out some old gross stuff. For my next trip, the usual. I come home with Dozer and the seat’s up. I had teased Alan about it and he’d said: I’ve never used the bathroom in your apartment.

I go out into the main room and the box of pictures from college I’d dragged around for a couple years was on a dining room chair. Every spring break picture of a girl in a bathing suit, some slutty sorority-themed outfit, a towel, anything sexy… they are all arranged neatly in a grid on the dining room table. I can feel my blood rushing in my ears. I walk through every room, look under the bed, open the front hall closet with a pair of kitchen shears in my hand… nothing.

I call Alan, politely, remembering that I don’t know him all that well, not really, and ask him about the pictures. He’d seen nothing like this, he says, and doing such a thing would be “hella creepy.” I’m so afraid that I can hardly hear him. I call the landlord to see who else has keys but he’s not picking up. I call over and over.

I don’t want to leave Dozer there, I’ve just been super weird to Alan, and I don’t want to sound insane. I’m just… standing in the apartment. I end up taking a picture of the picture grid with my digital camera to prove to myself that it happened, cleaning it up, making a sad dinner, and spending the whole night talking to everyone I can think of on my flip phone (2005 y’all) until I fall asleep. The doors are locked, Dozer’s on the end of the bed, and every light is on.

I’m in the office or at home with Dozer all week. Every time I walk in my apartment I’m terrified, but it’s just her waiting, wagging her tail. I get cool about Alan again- after all, my friends know him, he’s really fun- he just doesn’t seem like the type. Still, the next time I travel, I drop Dozer off at his house and I don’t leave him a key. He insists on coming with me when I go back to the apartment. Sitting neatly in the middle of the back stoop is a small black rectangle. I bend down and pick it up. It’s the remote control for my fancy digital camera I used as a reporter. Under it is a sheet of paper. It’s a printout of PICTURE I TOOK of the grid of swimsuit pictures left on my dining room table.

Alan goes in the house for me. Everything is locked tight, and my camera- the most valuable item I own- is gone. The living room is covered with deep, pillowy dust; the front doorknob is pristine. I don’t clean anything- I leave and go to Alan’s place, where I drink as much as possible. I call the landlord again- he says he has a key in Seattle, and I have a key in Cincinnati, and that’s all he knows of.

I call the non-emergency police, but the police are swamped in 2005 Cincinnati. They tell me a neighbor probably has a copy of my key, that all the Northside landlords are grifters, to get my own deadbolt and keep valuables locked in the trunk of my car. They will take a report if I’m willing to drive to the station.

I buy deadbolts for the front and back doors. I spend as little time in the apartment as possible. I try to break the lease but the landlord won’t let me out and I can’t afford to do anything else. I spend a lot of time with Alan.

On the next trip, I come back to find my toilet seat up and a bunch of my food gone.

On the trip after that, it’s just a day and half so I ask Alan to drop in and check on Dozer, do her walks, keep her company. Nothing happens.

Trip after that: Alan takes Dozer. Everything’s normal. I check the mail, still nothing but junk circulars, same as the past two months. Nothing I order arrives, so I start having things delivered to my office. But this time when I open the front hall closet to put my coat away: there’s the entire past two months of mail. Online orders, packages from my mom and faraway friends, all my bills. They are crushed, opened, ransacked, soaking wet and streaked with dirt. I just… run. Out into the street, on this sunny day, and everything’s normal but I can’t hear, I’m too scared, and slowly I realize the street is busy and my huge dog is out here and I get myself together enough to hold her collar and sit on the curb.

I turn around to face the building. A face at the very top window, in the attic, sinks below view.

Other stuff disappears over time- a collection of coins my dad has given me from the places he’s visited, more food, any drop of alcohol I buy. But nothing ever happens to me. No one breaks in when I’m home, there are no menacing figures at the window, no creepy feelings at night- and the face in the attic starts to feel like a dream. I even go up there- it’s just a bunch of people’s extra stuff in storage. This was some asshole with a key, I decide, and I’m making a good chunk of this up. The longer things are normal, the more it fades. I barely sleep; it makes everything feel even dreamier.

And then, one night, I’m getting dressed cute to go out. I use the blackness of the long windows to check my reflection. I put on my shoes and one turns white. It’s dust again. It’s not all over like before- it’s concentrated around my huge hutch. I get out the vacuum and get to work, teetering in heels, but it’s piled around the side of the hutch, which is hard to move. I turn off the vacuum, brace my legs against the couch, and push the hutch out toward the center of the room.

In the wall is a hole the size of a man.

The dust, of course, had been from the sawing. My company put me up in a hotel after that, until I could move. My landlord let me break the lease. Later, during the process of getting a felony conviction, I learned that two men did all that stuff specifically to scare me, that they sat peeping through the gap at the back of the hutch for months. One lived in the apartment next door. The wall opened into a little pocket between the apartment stairwell and the basement. They hid it with plywood.

My neighbor described it all for me in court, smiling at me. They watched me check myself out in the full-length mirror, cook meals, watch sad movies, flirt with guys on the phone, do sit-ups, talk to Dozer, have the occasional cry, go to the bathroom- everything. They kept a hoard of snacks from my kitchen in the wall to enjoy while they passed the time. My long kitchen knife was found in the wall, plus a boning knife I didn’t recognize- but they didn’t want to come in while Dozer was home, and I was never without her. Every morning on the way to work for six months, I’d driven past a “wanted” billboard featuring one of their faces.

I have never lived alone again.

#horror #supernatural #psycho #stalker #ghost #spirit #paranormal #neighbor #dog #attic #terror #stalked #watched

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jinjikook · 8 years ago

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OH OH. 1 + kihyun + smut ;) sugar sweet au mayhaps?

ask and you shall receive, dear anon :)

1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

word count: 1.4k

pairing: reader/kihyun

genre: smut + fluff; sugar sweet AU (college AU + fuckboy!kihyun)

You stepped out his car and into his apartment for the second time in your life, already more times than you had anticipated.

“Hey, I’m gonna heat up some food, you want some?” Kihyun offered, his lips quirking into a smile as he watched you anxiously decide where to sit in his living room.

“Uh, yeah sure. I’ll just have whatever you’re having.”

Kihyun smirked and made his way over to you, sauntering in a way that screamed i just got laid to a non-existent audience.

You were still standing in front of his far too fancy couch when Kihyun’s smooth palm stroked along the skin of your ass, the contact both stark contrasts of hot and cold. His hand managed to lave over where your underwear didn’t cover, the small of your cheek that bouncily slipped from the reigns of the fabric.

Facing forward, you close your eyes and lavish your lips with licks and bites, preparing for the inevitable. His breath hit your eardrums before his voice, the low dulling tones instantly making you melt against his body,

“Do you know how naughty it is for you to wear such a slutty little dress? It’s so short I can practically see those pretty pink panties from here.” He breathily asked along the shell of your ear.

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You gulped audibly as his hand kneaded your flesh even harder, mirroring his words and inflection as it grew in intensity.

“Ah, I see. You were trying to entice me, is that it? Cheating even after we agreed against it.”

Your voice stuttered along with your breaths as Kihyun shifted behind you, his body now flush against you and making you feel the growing hardness in his pants.

“W-We never agreed on shit.” Retorting with a little more bite than Kihyun appreciated, he responded to your brattiness with a swift smack to your rear. The sound rang in the apartment, much louder than either of you anticipated.

He returned to pawing at your bottom, roughly treating the rapidly reddening muscle.

“Well since you’re feeling so bratty today, how about you make it up to me for cheating?”

“I said I didn’t cheat–fuck!” Kihyun swatted at you once more, harder than before. Hissing as he rubbed at the now sore skin of your ass, Kihyun simply reiterated how he wanted to be compensated for being done wrong. Despite the fact that you two really didn’t have any rule against it. It was simply brought up for a second in your texts but nothing was officially ruled out.

Technically, at least.

But technicalities apparently didn’t fly for Kihyun as he brutishly turned you and pushed you down onto his couch. He already began to unbutton his pants, eyes sparkling with hunger and lust like many a time before.

Chuckling, you shook your head and met with his eyes, still feeling up to causing trouble.

“What, you already want me to suck you off again?”

Kihyun only replied with a chuckle, his sounding a lot more menacing than yours and it made your blood chill with anxiety while your body still felt raging hot from being so turned on.

“No, no baby. That’d be too easy. I want you to take that pretty dress off, along with your bra. Then get on your knees. I have a lot bigger plans for you.” His smile bordered on terrifying so you did as you were told, with minimal attitude. Either way, Kihyun still gave you another spank as you undressed just because he ‘felt like it’.

Damn him.

Damn him straight to Hell.

“Good girl, now while you may not be sucking me off, I do need you to slick me up for what I want to do. Go on now,” He gestured to his now freed length, taking himself in hand and pumping a couple times as he spoke. You were going to ask what specifically he wanted but then he brought the head of his cock up to your lips and out of instinct, you opened up for him.

It was shallow, easy thrusts against your tongue. You didn’t hold back from salivating on him, since he had said he needed to be slick. As you continued to tongue his cock and soak the muscle in your spit, you contemplated on what he had planned for you. What needed him to be lubed up, other than sex?

His obsession with your bottom earlier made you furrow your brows in worry. Had he thought he could have anal sex with you, without so much as asking? You thought, frantic thoughts running rampant in your mind.

It seemed like your anxious feelings came across as obvious to Kihyun, as he pulled himself away from your mouth and tipped your chin up so you two could lock eyes once more.

“Baby, calm down. I can practically feel your heart racing through your tongue. You know you can trust me, this’ll be a piece of cake for you.” He smiled reassuringly, thumb stroking along the line of your jaw. Nodding accordingly, you slicked him up a little more before he deemed it enough for what he had brewing in his mind.

He continued to shower you in sticky sweet words and praises, as he bent down and brought his length to rest in between the valley of your breasts. He instructed you to hold them together, tight around him to form a sort of vice on his cock. The reaction was instantaneous, his head lolling back as he let out a deep and guttural groan. This was something he’d always fantasized, something most women couldn’t see the appeal of but it always turned him on to no end.

Telling you to keep the grip on your breasts tight, he slowly moved his hips back, drawing his cock out from your sight as it disappeared into the cleft of your chest. He panted loudly, feeling already too close for comfort as his fantasy came true right before his eyes, with the girl of his dreams.

It was all too overwhelming for him, resulting in his stamina to be severely cut short as he took no time in going slow. He thrusted in the tight space over and over again, asking you to spit on his cock whenever the head appeared at the top of your breasts.

While the actual action didn’t satisfy you in anyway; the experience did wonders on you, feeling yourself soak straight through your underwear with ease. Kihyun was doing it again, letting his mouth get the best of him as he lost all filter and had no grip on his tongue.

He spurred you on, telling you how much he wanted this and how good it felt to have your breasts so tight around him. You could easily pinpoint one of his many dark freckles at the base of his neck, the damn thing shining with perspiration as Kihyun exerted force in his final few thrusts.

He pulled away swiftly, jerking himself off for just a couple of strokes before he climaxed, covering your chest with his release. Admittedly, it was a lot less than you anticipated but you chalked that up to the fact that he’d already come twice today within the span of a few hours. That surely had to affect him in some way, though it certainly wasn’t in terms of being able to get hard again; seeing as he’d been able to with ease every time you two did something today.

He finally came down from cloud nine, eyes half lidded and gleaming with adoration as he went back to stroking your face with his thumb. He smiled once more, definitely softer than his mischievous one from before. Despite his rapidly cooling release on your chest that shifted with every heavy heave as you breathed, you couldn’t feel oddly mushy in the moment. It was domestic in a way; having had intimacies in his living room, right before eating some heated up leftovers.

It seemed that Kihyun had similar relevations as he cleaned you up, continuously praising you in gentle whispers and pliant kisses along your shoulders. He’d asked if you needed some relief as well but your stomach had growled as soon as he asked and you two couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction.

Turns out, left over Kung Pao chicken tasted twice as sweet when it’s reheated in a shit microwave and eaten with a friend(?). As loosely as the term friend applied to you two.

request a drabble to celebrate 1k!

#kreativewritersnet #mxnetwork #mxwriters #drabble prompt game #1k celebration #kihyun #monsta x

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gaynurd · 8 years ago

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Once again, I was inspired to write something sweet and smutty for @wheres-mulder‘s Slutty MSR (which apparently is all i’m motivated by these days). Here’s a small thing i’m gonna call “Snow Day” MSR // R (let’s say circa season 4)

Scully looked at the watch on her wrist, it read 1:03am. Christ. She’d been up on this case with Mulder since 12am the previous day. Her feet ached and her head longed for a soft pillow. Mulder and her had to share a motel room once again. These old hidden motels were somehow always booked, Scully wondered how people even found these places without driving in the middle of nowhere in search for extraterrestrials.

Even in light of the circumstances, Scully was far too exhausted to pay too much attention to sharing a bed with Mulder. She only wanted to shower and get under the blankets and dream of a tropical vacation far away from any desert or ancient cave. Mulder carried both their suitcases inside, they found a bed in exceptionally satisfactory condition considering the place looked to have been around since the ‘20s. New and soft linens decorated the bed in neutral floral patterns and a box tv and a vcr player sat on an antique oak dresser.

Scully had made a beeline for the shower while Mulder unpacked for the night, he waited to undress until the shower had run for a minute or two. His eyes were failing to stay open , he was as tired if not more so than Scully, but he wouldn’t let on. After all he’d dragged her out here, he was the reason, normally always the reason the both of them were sleep deprived. Mulder put on a pair of of his old basketball shorts and a tshirt for his pajamas. He’d like to sleep without all the extra layers but he valued Scully’s comfort more than anything. Before Scully had even rung out her hair Mulder was already out like a light, snoring under the blankets.

3:54am

A soft moan echoed from far away. A deep, agitated sound that coerced Scully to seek it’s source. It was black. Now, she can’t see anything, but she feels a low and aching burn sit where her abdomen would be. Scully squirmed, stuck in a daze, hot and confused. She heard another moan that elicits her attention as she feels a firm grip over where her right hip should be. The confusion clears as Scully opens her eyes to find she was dreaming.

Wait, no.

Whoa.

Mulder’s hand was gripping Scully’s hip hard as he ground himself hard against her ass. Scully’s eyes shot wide open as she sucked in a harsh breath. Oh my god. How long had they been doing this for?

Stuck in Mulder’s grasp and not wanting to wake him to make him aware of the situation, Scully stayed locked in his embrace, his thrusts growing rougher and faster. A familiar moan escapes Mulder’s lips as he grinds his hips long and slow up against her. Scully could feel the hardness of him sliding against the crease of her ass, an unintentional moan escapes her open mouth before she can stop herself and she bites her lip hard. That would unmistakably be the other moan she had heard in the dark.

After a few more long and driven thrusts and a gasp against Scully’s neck, Mulder released his grip on her as his body relaxed. His arm draped over her as she lay there starring at the wall, trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened, if it really had, or if she was still in a dream.

Scully told herself to go back to sleep, maybe then when Mulder would wake up he would move, being able to spare both of them the thought that the other didn’t know what had happened.

7:00am

The scent of burnt coffee and bacon pulled Scully from a deep sleep. She opened an eye and peeked to find no arm draped over her, she waited to move gathering composure to meet Mulder face to face again.

Sitting up Scully saw Mulder on the other side of the bed hunched over something, his jaw was clenched in complete thought. A cup of coffee sat on the nightstand next to Scully’s side along with a bagel half and some bacon. She allowed herself to give a quick, sweet smile before she fixed her hair and made her consciousness known.

"So, what’re we chasing after today?“ She mocked as she took a sip from her coffee. Mulder put whatever it was he was holding down on his nightstand and turned to smile at her, his cheeks grew a faint color of pink almost instantly.

"Take a look outside, Scully.” Mulder walked to the window and pulled apart the drapes. The light was blinding and Scully had to raise her hand to block the glare, her eyes adjusted to see an enormous blanket of white.

"Mulder!“ She threw the blankets off of her to get up and inspect for herself. She opened the door to a brisk piercing wind. The parking lot and road were barely recognizable anymore, besides the tire marks from those with chains and four wheel drive, only the sidewalks to the motel rooms and lobby were cleared. “It’s late February!” Scully scuffed as she slammed the door. She knew the bureau’s little Toyota would never be a match for the road. She turned to face Mulder looking serious but he only marveled at her stern face and her hands on her hips whilst in her silk button up pjs. “What do we do now?"

Mulder laughed to himself as he reached for whatever he’d been hunched over earlier. He held up 3 chunky VCR tapes as a silly grin grew bigger and bigger across his face. "The motel manager had a small selection.” Scully took the tapes: ET, The Empire Strikes Back, and Fast Times at Ridgemont High. “A decent selection for such slim pickins,” Mulder said as he rocked on his heels giddy. Scully rolled her eyes and turned back to the bed. “You can start them whenever, Mulder,” she said as she lifted the blankets. “But I’m going to sleep in for the first time in 3 years." And with that Scully curled herself into a ball and drifted off as she heard Mulder snicker as he popped ET into the VCR.

10:00pm

In spite of being snowed in in a tiny motel room, the day hadn’t been bad at all. Scully had slept in until eleven, Mulder hadn’t bothered to mention but she was having an argument with him in her sleep. The lobby held a small lunch buffet for the guests at noon. A small selection of sandwiches and small rolls and packaged butter was offered. Cookies, fruit, and small potato chip bags sat out as extra snacks for everyone snowed in. Mulder took an armful of chips back to the room as Scully carried the sandwiches and fruit.

Mulder had bargained to buy her a Diet Coke from the vending machine if she promised to pay attention during Star Wars. Reluctantly, Scully sighed nodding, damn him. They finished eating and watching the movie, then talked for a good hour on how the story was based from that of Hitler’s and about how badly Mulder wanted to trade in his gun for a lightsaber.

With nothing better to do, Mulder came up with the idea that him and Scully should take advantage of the weather. They dressed in the warmest attire they’d brought and went out into the snow. Scully had decided making a snowman was too much work so she rolled one big snowball and then an oval shaped one on top. When Mulder noticed the dramatically round carved out eyes and a pebble for an "O” mouth his heart melted, she’d made a snow alien.

Mulder’s smile became soft and sweet and lingered for a minute too long. While off guard, Scully had rolled a powdered snowball in her hand and lunged it at him, nailing him in the chest. A look of dramatic betrayal played across Mulder’s face as he lowered his voice and glared at her. “You want a war, you’ve got one."

They’d played in the snow like children for hours. No, it wasn’t the tropical vacation Scully willed herself to dream of the night before, but it was an unexpectedly satisfying alternative.

They took turns in the shower when they were done. Each took a decent amount of time as they burned away the numbness, hot water struck frozen skin and finally they relaxed when they thawed.

Mulder and Scully had made dinner just in time. The motel manager apologized again for the inconvenience of being stuck in and served frozen pizza he had stowed away for such occasions, he just hadn’t been expecting to need them so late in the season. Not being the best of social extroverts with strangers, Mulder and Scully snuck out a good amount of slices as they headed back to their room. They ate pizza and watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High like teenagers in the 80s. They choked on their food laughing several times and by the end of the movie they were both slumped in defeat against the head board in food comas.

"What a perfectly unproductive day.” Scully said closing her eyes. Mulder glanced from the corner of his eyes at her and smiled. Her cheeks were rosy and her face soft and tired. She looked relaxed, now that they had a break from the case she looked altogether content to be where she was. Mulder shook his head and cleared the paper plates and chip bags from the bed.

“Yet somehow we’re both still exhausted."

"Must be an x file,” Scully smirked as she got up for her suitcase to change.

2:49am

Far off in the distance she could hear a rustling. Not that of leaves in the wind but something moving fast. Running maybe. Scully felt an embrace in the darkness, it was warm and welcoming, she accepted it gladly letting it pull her closer. Something soft and warm tickled against her jaw, repetitive splotches of warmth spread up and down her neck.

A moan like that of an angels cry echoed behind her, she tried to turn to see it but she couldn’t move. Her body felt as though it had been riding on the ocean, with the high slow rise of the waves and the slow crashing back to shore. She could hear another moan, closer. Scully reached down behind her where she could feel hard pressure, she pulled and pushed in blindness until nothing was between her and it.

Slowly she came down from riding the wave and a jolt of pain rushed through her. Scully’s eyes snapped open as real pain radiated through her core.

She covered her mouth as she found Mulder against her back again, only this time he and Scully’s pants had been lost in the mix. Mulder was half inside Scully as his hand was tucked in her shirt cupping her breast. He thrust inside her and without being able to hold back she called out in a combination of a scream and a moan.

Mulder jumped and immediately looked worried. “Scully!” He said worried she was hurt or in danger. He looked down and registered the hardness in him and where he was, he froze with his hands above her. “…Scully.…"

Scully looked over her shoulder and into his eyes. She beckoned him closer as she rolled her hips back against him pulling him deep into her. Mulder groaned as Scully’s mouth fell open in silent pleasure. "Keep going,” she whispered. Mulder looked down at where their bodies connected and took a moment to come to the conclusion this wasn’t the wild fantasy he’d always dreamt about, this was happening.

Mulder snapped out of it and lifted Scully’s leg from the inside of her thigh as he rammed himself deep into her. Scully cried out profanities as Mulder whispered her name again and again. “Yes - Mulder - please,” he was driven by the pure lust and hunger in her small requests. “Harder."

The sound of their sweaty bodies slapping echoed off the small rooms walls, the neighbors no doubt getting a audible preview of what was going on next door.

Mulder’s hand worked it’s way to Scully’s neck and constricted gently around it. She turned her face to his to watch him as he fucked her. He held her tight as he let anything he might’ve been holding back go, the bed shook violently.

Scully met Mulder’s thrusts midway as they both reached their peak. With one final thrust Mulder drove himself into Scully, releasing himself as he held her closer than she’s ever been. She shook from her orgasm in his arms, he moved slowly in her as she came panting, stars dancing in front her eyes.

"Oh… my god,” Mulder breathed as he pulled out of her. He turned to lay on his back catching his breath, Scully following as his arm lay across her shoulders.

She laughed to herself, fitting into Mulder’s side perfectly. “Yeah, we outta have snow days more often.”

#my writing #msr #xf fic #txf #x files #fox mulder #dana scully #txf fic #xf smut #msr smut

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keepyourpantsongohan · 8 years ago

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Ayesha Liveblogs Fairy Tail S2

It seems like Gray was too pretty so they decided to dress him down a bit

“Are you and Loke going out?” I mean in a manner of speaking they are bonded for life

Don’t stand him up Lucy that’s not very nice - I stand corrected he apparently doesn’t care

DON’T BE CREEPY JUVIA LET GRAY LIVE

“Would you get OUT OF HERE?” Lucy’s reaction to thinking other people like her is the same as mine

“What is this strange sensation I’m feeling?” rohypnol

Fgdfjghdkfjghkjfdkjhg IT’S A RIVALRY POTION THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER

GRAY’S GONNA TRY TO FLY OH MY GOD

“And so Lucy’s bad luck with men has crossed into a second consecutive episode”

THAT’S RIGHT YOU FIGHT THAT ARROGANT HORIZON BABY

Those boat boys are so nice constantly looking out for Lucy

Lucy.... you are a wizard.... you have spirits who can help you stave off attackers

Papa Heartlessfilia returns to be a dick to his daughter once more

“You loooove her” “Watch it or I’ll punch your face in, Cat!” that is not a no Gray

Every time Lucy is remotely in danger Gray, Natsu and Erza run like the wind to be with her she is so adored

“The uniforms aren’t all that bad if you ask me,” said Gray, in a bowtie and underpants

I can’t believe that they’re teaming up with One Direction

They didn’t exactly send the most diplomatic members of the guild

“DO NOT TOUCH” same Lucy same leave the underage girl alone Hibiki

“I’m so over the posing” “I think they’re starting to grow on me” Lucy and Gray’s snarky asides about the Backstreet Boys are giving me life

Maiden of the Sky sounds like a celestial spirit name but it seems pretty soon after the whole Loke thing to do another wizard-is-really-an-otherworldly-being and also Virgo is technically the maiden

Wendy is kind of young to have become a dragon slayer more than seven years ago how old was she when that happened like 5?

At this point it’s just like blue hair = related to Jellal

Lyon, upon seeing a bunch of adorable cartoon squirrels: What are they, Goblins?

“I’m the fastest man alive” is that so Toucan Sam

I can’t believe Jellal stopped to rob Erigor of his clothing lmao

“You’re a ventreeloquist?” Gfgkfdjhjfdkdkjghfkgl Natsu pls

Lucy has chemistry with literally everyone I mean she’s probably gonna marry Natsu but everyone she interacts with would marry her

Don’t use the enemy’s vehicle Gray he’s probably gonna take your magic away

Gray @ Lyon: Be my riding bitch

“That’s weird, why are they taking off their clothes?” Because they are ridiculous

I guess Racer isn’t so quick with monologues

What the fuck when all’s said and done Lyon wasn’t even that bad he hasn’t really hurt anyone he did not deserve to be Goku’d in Racer’s Cell attack

I gotta say though, the fact Lyon sacrified himself specifically for Gray was also very Extra like bruh you were just talking shit about how you’re not friends

“No matter the era, the ones who triumph are the rich” He’s a literal capitalist puppet

I am expecting Karen to come up based on the images of Aries and Leo in this intro so right now my best guess is that Hibiki knew Karen and when he sees Lucy’s spirits Nirvana will affect him

“I guess Evil Natsu wouldn’t be much different than Normal Natsu” Natsu is chaotic good

“He’s got plenty of info on Lucy, a newcomer to Fairy Tail, definitely easy on the eyes. He likes the whole package” GRAY’S ATTRACTION TO LUCY HAS BEEN #EXPOSED

Since Angel is a celestial wizard she probably has Aries

Oh wow my theory about Hibiki was actually very accurate I’m almost surprised

My darling girl Lucy offering her life for her spirits and giving all the Zodiac hope for a better future <33333333333

YASSSS LUCY GETS A POWER-UP I AM LOVING THIS GO HIBIKI

“Why does she look like she fought a tornado head-on?” Hate to break it to you Lucy but ur the tornado

I knew Lyon wouldn’t be gone for long that death scene was too ambiguous

“Wow Natsu, where’d you find that get-up?” said the shirtless man with patterned skinny jeans

That was a beautiful speech Jellal but why does everyone thinking killing themselves is the solution to everything like calm down for a minute

Erza is so strong she just hoisted herself and a full grown man from the edge of the tower she was dangling on

“Now, the world is doomed,” Jellal still retained his penchant for dramatics I guess

I know Jellal has made Erza’s life a living hell but also now that he’s an amnesiac I kind of want them to make out

“Stupid hot-head nearly gave me a heart attack” You’re giving him Gray hairs Natsu

Props to Fairy Tail for actually having different members win different battles like a lot of anime prefer to have most battles eventually finished off by the Chosen One but they actually do a good job of letting Natsu save his strength and usually only fight once or twice depending on the situation

I’m very concerned about why the babes are crying in the intro who is hurting them

I just want an in-character season commentary of Lucy and Gray making snarky comments about everyone they know

Is Dragon Slaying really a lost magic if Natsu knows like five dragonslayer at this point

Cobra: I’m not lonely look my best friend is with me it’s this snake

Lmao @ Natsu biting his enemies

Omg have my character commentary dreams come true Gray and Lucy have not stopped their asides

“I think it’s just cause that’s the kind of thing villains do” Gray doesn’t have any time for villainous tragic backstories

“I can’t wait to see your face as I twist your body apart” calm down Edward Speculum Hands

I LOVE IT WHEN PROTAGONISTS LIST THE FLAWS IN ENEMY ATTACKS GO ERZA

I like how Erza’s artificial eye (for all intents and purposes, a disability) is continuously portrayed as a strength rather than a weakness

So it’s sort of like Zero is to Brain as Voldemort is to Tom Riddle like neither one is good but one was perceived as charismatic and had goals and the other was like “my crazy lifeforce magic has induced albinism also I’m here to murder everyone”

IS HE SERIOUSLY GOING TO MURDER ALL THOSE PEOPLE

“What happened?” Divine intervention??

HIBIKI MY SMART BEAUTIFUL SLUTTY MESS

REN, SHERRY, LYON, HIBIKI, EVE I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU

They weren’t crying they were rising from the ashes my babies I’m gonna physically weep

Happy looks like he’s seen into hell jfc

Jellal, swaying from side to side as he tries to walk: I’m perfectly fine

How dare you Jellal I was rooting for you

“Although I have no recollection of acting like a vile cretin, it seems that was the case” I don’t know what I love more this psyche out, Jellal holding himself accountable for actions he can’t remember, or the fact he calls himself a ‘vile cretin’

I’m proud of Jellal for sending a replacement not all characters have such foresight

“Know that whatever happens, I, Igneel, will always be proud of you” why is this dragon a better dad than Lucy’s actual dad

Amazing Gray popped out of that collapsing building like a firework

“Who’s that, another pretty boy from Blue Pegasus?” lmao I guess Lucy and Gray have never seen Jellal’s actual face

Erza confessing quietly confessing to her feelings to Jellal while pink squirrels mime their inner affection is my jam

BLOCKHEAD IS BROTHERS WITH THE CAPITALIST PUPPET THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

I can’t believe Jellal’s last name is Fernandes

On one hand it makes sense that Richard and Jellal pay for their crimes but on the other hand Jellal literally can’t remember doing anything wrong and they’ve both since reformed

Gdfgjhdfkjghkfjdhg every single member of the alliance would risk their freedom not only for Jellal but for Erza’s happiness

Just OTP things: When one of them doesn’t have a name and the one goes “yes you do” and gives them one

Blue Pegasus and Fairy Tail are so ridiculous it’s great

This is deeply traumatizing for Wendy all she’s ever known was a lie

But if they were all illusions how did they make real clothing for the girls

“Sherry!” “Ren!” Does this imply not only the Lyon reciprocated Sherry’s feelings but that EVE AND REN WERE A THING

“Snakes aren’t manly enough to fly” Elfman pls

GAJEEL “I’m a dragon slayer too, when do I get my flyin’ kitty-kat, huh?” I CNA’T BREATHE

I hope Gajeel wants to be her partner I will fucking weep

Gray seems so sombre and sinister as he talks about the dragons I don’t trust this

“I’m through with Fairy Tail and I’m through with all of you” Gray is going full Sasuke what is going on

I’m crying the way they measure Gray’s realness is by how often he strips

I love Erza:

Elfman: You’re gonna need a man with you

Erza: No

Um?? Why would Gray do this??? Where is he really?? What is going on

I’m very upset about all this if Gray was going to go dark he would need the length of an entire arc to justify instead of this random garbage betrayal which is probably filler

“You can’t have Fairy Tail without Natsu. That’s not even a possibility!” That’s gay

Natsu’s inner voice: [Gray] can’t help that he’s awesome

Honestly this filler is 1/10 if they are going to have Gray and Natsu properly at odds in the future I need it to be at least 500% more homoerotic

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I didnt go on my first legitimate date until I was 19 and in college, and the sum total of sexual experiences I had during this blissful undergraduate years wouldnt even require the remaining fingers of a grizzled old high school Wood Shop teacher to count, so while I wasnt completely inexprienced, Id hardly say I had a particular set of skills, acquired over a long career. Somewhere between general study at one university and applying for much higher education sexy furry pussy at another, there was a seismic shift in my ability to interact with women I find attractive and, more importantly, their overall interest in me. Im wired a bit differently than a lot of guys I meet - flat tummies and thigh gaps do fuck-all for me. As a result, I now refer to my graduate school career as the Era of Man Slut, because sweet bouncing bits, I had a lot of sex during that time. 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I felt a bit like an idiot for not realizing shed wanted more, and tried to rectify my mistake immediately by grabbing her and holding her close to me as I began to kiss her neck, and suck her earlobe into my mouth to nibble it. " I had to pause at this because her words could mean a lot of different things and I needed to make sure we were all very clear, because I was definitely not going to be okay with anything involving hitting or choking or other simulations of physical abuse. She wanted me to use her to get off, basically. I breathily asked her what she wanted to do, assuming shed just shyly kick her pants off and pull me into her on her couch. This changed when I entered graduate school, though to be honest, I dont know what specifically changed, or how I can harnass it for amazing personal gain (because if I could do that, Id already be living in Atlantis and fucking my harem of mermaids - I like to dream big). 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I leaned in close to her ear and in a voice that wasnt quite a whisper but wasnt loud enough to be heard beyond that couch, I said to her, "I want you to get on your knees and show me what that slutty little mouth can do. My dirty talk game is generally on point but I recognize that it is not for everybody, and its a real crapshoot determining if your partner is going to be into it or completely offended by it. I have some personal history there that still renders me feeling a little sick if I think I might be hurting somebody. " That statement was a gamble, I realize in hindsight. At this early stage of my life I didnt quite realize that dropping a "slut bomb" even in the height of passion can have the potential to end sex really fucking quick (I learned this lesson the hard way later). Can I quickly say as an aside that I love watching a woman do the slow descent to her knees? I decided right then and there that if this is what she wanted, Id deliver something a bit rougher. She moved slowly, photos of hairy women pulling me out, but then seemed unsure of herself. " Not in a commanding way, or a laughing way, but in a voice that communicated that I had an expectation and couldnt see any reason why it would not be met. For her part, she was still a bit slow. In later hook-ups from her I came to realize that she did this on purpose to coax me to be rougher or meaner, but at the time I genuinely thought she was a bit shy and wasnt sure what do do now that I was legitimately delivering on her request. Luck was with me that day because she immediately bit her lip and stood up from the couch only to sink down to her knees between my legs. This wasnt some tender necking session at this point. As my hand was already in her hair, I once again tightened my grip, giving a very light pull close to her scalp. She held me in her hands and sort of looked back and forth from my cock to my face, as though she coudlnt really figure out what came next. I asked you to suck my cock. It was cute, but definitely not what Id asked for. That was all the evidence I needed that I was on the right track, so I decided to up the ante a bit by saying, "I didnt ask you to lick my cock, sweetie. She gasped again and I distinctly remember her legs came together, and as I held her hair she was squirming in place. " This demand, coupled with the hair pull (which I later found out was the way to get her from zero to soaking wet in a matter of seconds), caused her to drop all pretense of being coy. She crammed so much of my cock in her mouth it actually surprised me, because nobody in control of themselves or their words would have experienced that scene and uttered out, "Whoa! She dove onto my cock, for lack of a better word. I was still a bit high off of taking on a more dominant role, so I gently pulled her head forward and said, "Now suck my cock. She was very regularly gagging herself on me, to the extent where my concern began to rise and I had to fight back from saying, "Jesus, holy shit, maybe we should calm it down for a second; its not like the cock is going anywhere. Try to imagine James Bond saying that the next time a supermodel joins him in the shower, just really shocked and surprised but mostly happy to be there. " It felt like every other second I heard this glangh sound come from her mouth and throat. Rather than immediately taking me in her mouth, she began a series of slow licks up my cock punctuated by tiny kisses to the head. Im normally not into frantic, fast blowjobs full of noise and drool, but damn if this girl didnt try to convert me. I can honestly say no girl has ever blown me like that since and Im not sure Id want any of them to because it was so fast and intense that my cock reached a sort of heightened numbness that more or less gave me a zero chance of achieving orgasm. Now, its not necessarily important that I set much more of the scene, but just in the interest of full disclosure, Ill mention that she wasnt dressed for classic seduction. I could feel her spit just collecting at the base of my cock and dripping down my balls. She was wearing loose sweats and a t-shirt. " To be fair, the reaction was appropriate, because she proceeded to give me one of the sloppiest blowjobs Ive ever received. 007 emphatically crying out, "Whoa! And to be fully honest, that laid-back comfort look does more to turn me on than any sexily cut dress or lace covered night-time attire that can inevitably accumulate in a womans closet specifically for those times when she suspects shes going to get lucky. They werent the biggest, but they were more than big enough to work for me. And, when she quickly and quietly assumed her position at the end of her couch, I found a matching green thong as I pulled those loose sweatpants to the ground. Shed been prepared for the whole thing. Lazy home clothes that communicate disdain at the idea of another evening of light kissing and then solo frustration, but underneath? No, wear the old oversized t-shirt you got for free at some stupid event - the one that communicates "business hours are over. The "I might get lucky, who knows? The somewhat frumpy outerwear hid secret treasures underneath. " underwear collection. I was in love with it the moment I saw it, and Im not exaggerating this because I immediately kissed each one of those pale white cheeks and said, verbatim, "I am in love with this ass. The thong was a good choice. " I never claimed to be smooth. She was so wet that I actually saw a droplet run down her leg. Her t-shirt had come off at some point during her insane blowjob and for a good portion of her head game I was treated to this green lacy push-up bra that did an amazing job of putting her tits on display. " So I pulled her panties to the side and, with very little preamble, began to slide myself in. An amazing choice, because while she didnt have the biggest tits, she did have an enormous, fantastic ass. I had the remedy for this because, quite frankly, I felt like shed more than earned something for her as well, so with yet another tug on her hair, I pulled her off my cock and, breathing heavily, told her to bend over the arm of her couch. I was just outside of her, and then, suddenly, all the way in. Id intended to tease a little bit but this one singular action caused her to grip the couch and growl out, "Holy shit, just fuck me. Within seconds I had both hands gripping her hips so tight I swear my knuckles turned white as I began colliding with her repeatedly. From that point forward every time I fucked her was either doggy style or with her bent over some piece of furniture, because there was no way Id ever miss the sight of that ass jiggling and reverberating with each hard thrust I gave her. I licked it, and the trail it left, all the way up her leg and back to her pussy. There was no need to ease myself in. " She, on the other hand, picked up all of my slack about halfway through, turning her head to look behind her at me (thats a fucking power move, FYI, save that - face forward until you need your partner to go nuts and then do the look behind) and her face was just all angry lust as she spouted out a litany of amazing material that I cannot remember verbatim but I can paraphrase thusly: "You like that tight pussy? Yeah, you take that pussy. That pussy is yours, you take it whenever you want. The most I was able to utter out was an occasional "Fuck, that feels good," or "Love this fat ass. Her pussy clenched tightly on me several times, as Id later come to learn she orgasmed very easily, and my constant hard fucking drove her over the edge repeatedly. My capacity for dirty talk was completely out the window and all I could concentrate on at that point was just fucking her with every last fiber of my soul. She was tight, but so wet that I hit bottom without the slightest hint of resistance. This pussy was fucking made to milk that fat cock. I was not wearing a condom and even though she was on birth control, it was my first time having sex with her and for all I knew she could have been a harbinger of sexually transmitted diseases that modern science has yet to even discover. Quick PSA, sorry to interrupt the fapping - this was fucking stupid of me. On her end, she wasnt kidding about the milking part, because with each blast of cum I shot inside her, those inner walls were stroking me, tightening and releasing to try and get every last drop out. I completly collapsed on her back, kissing her neck and for a long while she just worked her inner muscles on me. She was nice enough to let me take a shower with her, but nothing particularly sexy happened and I eventually softened up again. I came hard inside her. " That whole built for comfort look just makes me want to extend business hours. Thats the power of a solid gold fuck. She did such a good job that I never went completely soft, and in no time at all I was fully hard again, but at that point shed decided she had enough and she booty bumped me backwards, sliding me out. I am massively, massively lucky that I didnt wind up with some kind of penis rot. I wasnt complaining - Id just had fantastic sex with every indication that Stephanie and I would hook up again (and we did, several times, until she found an actual relationship and wanted to keep it monogamous with him), so after I gave her a kiss on the cheek and she playfully told me to get out, I was able to walk back to my car with a spring in my step which is miraculous considering that my next stop that day was a tutoring job for a guy I nicknamed Pringles because the dude always smelled like Pringles. " She threw out so much dirty talk all at once that she drove me completely over the top. Or silver if you have some kind of gold allergy. Thanks for reading, everyone! Even Pringles couldnt keep me down that day. I hope all your fucks are also solid gold!

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