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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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Business Trip

husband!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

Summary: Nanami hates going on business trips now that he has you in his life. Even with food and hotel expenses paid for by his company, it’s not enough to distract him from the fact that he misses you. The two of you have the perfect solution for this, which includes a vivid imagination and the help of a little, but mighty, toy. cw: sex-toy use (vibrator), phone sex, explicit sexual content, language, Nanami is a bit mean, dirty talk, use of pet-names (honey, sweetie, princess), reader is called whore and slut (endearing lol), just pure nasty smut. Author’s Notes: More husband!Nanami smut! I was inspired to write this because I just purchased my very first vibe two weeks ago and boy, is it something. Hope you like this filth! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/cafekitsune! Tagging the lovely @liliorsstuff-blog bc I love her and Nanami is her husband. 😉

Nanami has a hard time when he has to go out of town for a business trip. He never used to mind it before; in fact, he liked being sent away to a different city every once in a while, especially when the food and hotel expenses were paid for. However, ever since the two of you have been together, he dreads them because it means time away from you. And he hates being apart from you. Absolutely hates it. And to be honest, you hate it too.

This time, he’s sent to Osaka for a convention, staying at a swanky hotel covered by his company. He takes full advantage of this, ordering room service, indulging in a bottle or two of liquor from the mini bar. He even wraps himself in a fluffy robe after showering, sitting in bed with hair still wet at the tips. A single tap of his phone and he’s calling you, waiting a single ring for you to pick up. “Hi baby!” you answer, his mood instantly lifted at the sound of your cheery voice.

“How are you, princess?”

“Good. Just in our room now. How was your day?”

He spends the next several minutes recounting today’s festivities, including a funny story about him sneaking a second complimentary bento for lunch. You rant to him about your coworkers’ petty drama involving missing office supplies and stolen meals from the fridge. You both share what you ate for dinner, you complimenting the picture he sent earlier of the full spread ordered through room service. He sends you a quick snapshot of his current view of his hotel room, including his bare feet sticking out from under the robe.

“Your room is so nice. Look at your toes!” you laugh. “Are you going to sleep soon?”

“Not yet. Still waiting for my hair to dry.” He pauses, contemplating for a split second before asking, “Are you in bed now?”

“Yup, all snuggled under the covers.”

He smiles to himself, picturing you cocooned in the thick comforter the two of you share, curled to the right side of the bed where you usually sleep. “Do you miss me?”

“Of course I do. I miss you so much.”

Without thinking, he spreads his legs wider, getting more comfortable against the pillows. “I miss you too, princess. I wish I was there with you right now.”

“Me too.”

There’s a moment of silence, tension hanging heavy in the static noise between you. Nanami decides to stop beating around the bush. It’s obvious what you both want. You’ve been married long enough, together even longer, there’s no shame or secrets anymore. “Wish I could fuck you right now,” he confesses.

You moan through the speaker, thighs splayed, reaching towards your pussy. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent lingering on the fabric, making you feel safe and secure in his absence. You sink into the cushions, whispering a breathy, “Baby.”

“Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

“Just your t-shirt and my underwear.”

“Oh yeah? One of your silky ones?”

You hum, confirming his suspicions as he loosens the knot of his robe, folding back the cotton to expose his hardening cock. “God, I bet you look so good right now.”

You giggle softly, lifting the hem of the shirt past your stomach, fingers brushing your skin delicately, imagining his instead.

His voice is low, thick with lust. “I want to hear you come. Can you do that for me?”

“Mm-hm,” you respond, slipping underneath the waistband, teasing your clit with the pad of your middle finger.

He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, already knowing what you’re doing. “Not with your fingers, honey. Use the vibrator, remember?”

A whine escapes your mouth while you reach for the drawer to retrieve the small toy, the one you bought recently to supplement nights alone like this. He was the first to test it out on you, though. Made sure it was good enough to satisfy your needs. The recent memory of him pressing the fluttering tip to your clit, pumping wet fingers in and out of your cunt, has you throbbing.

You push your panties past your knees, sliding them off completely at your ankles. With the blanket hastily stripped from your body, you spread your thighs wide, completely exposed from the waist down. A small bead of lube is just enough to get it slick. You rub the oiled tip up and down your pussy, finger on the button, anticipating the intense sensation.

“Don’t turn it on yet,” he demands. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock, slow strokes to start. “Tease it a little bit. Just like I do it.”

Your husband always likes to take his time with you, no matter how desperate and aching for him you are. And when you’re two hundred plus miles away from each other, you predict he’s going to draw this out as long as he possibly can, both for his pleasure and yours. Not that you’re complaining.

You play with your clit, tingling bud pulsing against the smooth exterior of the vibrator. He huffs, “Don’t hold back. I want you dripping onto to the sheets. Can you do that for me, honey?”

Another moan escapes your lips, envisioning the mess you’re about to make with his sultry voice guiding you through it. “I can’t do it alone,” you whine, finger right on the trigger, raring to go. “Help me, Kento.”

“I’m right here, princess. Don’t worry. Just listen to me, okay? Follow my every word.”

You nod, hypnotized by each syllable uttered from his lust laden lips, like an obedient slut. You’ve almost forgotten that you’re alone in bed, convinced he’s whispering filthy instructions directly in your ear beside you, watching you unravel with the dormant toy pressed to your pussy. “Can you turn it on now, honey?”

He’s gentle and affectionate in the beginning, hiding wicked desires behind endearing pet-names. Soon, he’ll start taunting you, tormenting you for being so fucking sensitive, so fucking needy. The two sides of him work together in perfect sync, angel and devil, both determined to make you lose yourself in the throes of passion. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing you, or in this case, hearing you, completely unhinged for him, and only him.

When you finally push the button, the low buzz playing in the background, he can’t help but increase the pace of his strokes. He pictures your thighs open wide, the shaking tip nestled between your delicate pussy lips, the vibrations stimulating your clit, radiating down to your pointed toes. Head thrown back into the pillows, cheeks hot, tongue sticking out in that adorable dumb expression you make whenever you’re being fucked. It won’t take long for you to climax, not when he’s on the phone guiding you as he jerks his twitching cock. Just the thought of your body spasming from exhilaration is enough to get him off.

“That’s it, right on your clit, honey. Does it feel good?” He knows it does, judging by how the only response he receives are your shameless moans. He chuckles, stroking himself faster. “I can’t understand you, honey. Does it feel good?” Still no reply, he growls, “Answer me.”

You choke on your spit, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. When you catch your breath, you let out a trembling, “Yes!”, resulting in another sinister laugh from him.

“Feels so good, you can’t even speak properly, can you? Too fucked out to even think, huh? Nasty slut.” His devilish side kicks in, hell-bent on hearing you orgasm, to have you coming so hard you spill onto the sheets. “I married such a whore, didn’t I? That’s what you are, a fucking whore. You’re so fucking slutty for me, I love it.”

You’re a whimpering mess now, the vibe sending you into a spiral, clit aching from the relentless tremors. There’s not a coherent thought in your brain; you’re incapable of admitting to him that you’re close. You let him figure it out when you cry out, “Fuck!”, legs quivering and stomach tight from the intense high.

“Give me your fucking orgasm, baby. Let me fucking hear it,” he spits out, sweat forming on his forehead. He’s since stripped his robe off entirely, laying on top of It while he masturbates to the sounds of his precious slut doing exactly what he wants her to do. What he needs her to do.

When you’re finished, you slide the toy lower so that it’s not directly on your sensitive bud. The fluttering tip starts making soft splashing noises at your arousal, indicating just how fucking wet you are. You place the phone right on your abdomen, hoping he can hear the lewd squelches from your pussy. For the first time since you began, you’re able to formulate a proper sentence, body relaxed into the mattress. “Can you hear it, baby? Can you hear how wet I am for you?”

He definitely can. “Ah, fuck,” he swears, fisting his shaft faster. His hand is not enough; it never is. But he lets his imagination do the rest for him. He knows how fucking juicy his pretty wife’s pussy is. Your perfect, luscious pussy lips puffy from overstimulation, covered in sticky sweet cum. He’d do anything for a taste of it right now, to run his tongue along your glistening folds, gather your slick and swallow it to quench his thirst. Dip his finger inside that gushy entrance only to stick it into his mouth, slurping every last drop. He admires the mental image before flicking his wrist with fervor, pumping his cock until he shoots his load onto his stomach.

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, the static noise and muted buzzing from the phone settling in the silence. Nanami looks down, inspecting the wreckage splattered across his abs, leaking down his side and onto the robe beneath. He runs his fingers through his hair, forehead tacky with perspiration, exhaling with a satisfied smile before calling out, “Honey? Are you still there?”

It's only now that he remembers that the low hum is from the vibrator, still buzzing against your supple skin. Reserved moans growing louder as you circle the toy back to your needy clit, ready for another round.

Nanami smirks to himself, holding the phone closer to his ear, rock hard again. It’s going to be a long, fulfilling night.

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chochuuya · 1 year ago

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scenarios with tr boys!

that i hc suit them best.. part 2! (≖ᴗ≖ ✿)

note: there are only four scenarios in here, to read more go to part 1 ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞

characters included: shinichiro, draken, inui, baji, mitsuya, hakkai, kokonoi, kakucho, taiju, ran, kazutora, chifuyu, angry and takuya

imagine that your scooter or motorcycle died just when you’re on the way to s.s motors.

he always manages to turn your luck around, though. the fact that he would go a literal extra mile to come and help you— he’s just that kind of guy.

right now, he’s laughing at your defeat of trying to go further and pushing the vehicle with him.

he flashes a charming grin at you and lets you sit while he pushes. since when is he this strong?

“alright, hang on tight.” he takes off his jacket, playfully tossing at you. “keep that safe for me?”

what an annoying flirt.

SHINICHIRO, draken, inui

two beds.. or does the universe have other plans for you both?

“we’re gonna freeze to death.” he hits the air conditioning unit once more for good measure.

it relentlessly continues to create an artifical north pole into the motel room as he shivers and your teeth chatter.

you both could go home but.. your only transport (his motorcycle) went out of gas and it’s midnight.

he looks down at you, laying in your own bed with the covers pulled up to your chin. he gives you an apologetic look, as if this is all his fault.

“maybe we could conserve body heat?” he suggests. there’s two beds, but maybe one was the better solution.

you quickly nodded as you reach out your arms for him without a second thought. the cold was too much.

he climbs into your bed, his body instantly hugging you tightly, his arms wrapping around your back without hesitation as the blanket drape over your figures.

“n-next ti-time, we should bri-bring extra money when we go out!” you say as you quavered.

“noted.” he chuckled.

BAJI, mitsuya, hakkai

he spends money like water. for you especially.

this is the twentieth gift he has sent, except this time it’s from the man himself.

it had been a week since you two had a fight and you hadn’t spoken to him.

he’s been sending you gifts that you received but didn’t respond to, so this time he decided to come himself.

“can we talk? i want to apologize, okay? i’ve been meaning to all week but, i don’t know how.” he says when you finally open the door.

you take a good look at him, debating with yourself before deciding.

with a defeated sigh, you allowed him to enter your home. “okay, come on in..”

“thank you,” he says, smiling at you.

“now please tell me what i can do to make this right.” he pauses and then asks, “do you want another gift?”

you shake your head. “i don’t want another one, i just want you to be with me.”

his smile widens as he steps closer to you. “and i want to be with you too.”

“i know we’ve had our ups and downs these past few weeks, but i know we can make this work. just give us a chance.”

he gently takes your hand and presses it to his lips, kissing it tenderly.

girl.. you better forgive him, only you can make him this smitten for you.

KOKONOI, KAKUCHO, taiju, ran (more specifically bonten ran.. he gives me sd vibes)

the line in the store was unusually long and your legs are starting to turn to jelly.

when it is finally your turn to pay for your purchases, you were out of it for some reason.

“thank you for waiting, ma’am. i apologize for any inconvenience.”

you had to stare at the cashier for a good few seconds. you rarely come across men looking this good, you thought before snapping out of it.

“huh?”

“sorry for making you wait.” he smiled.

you just nodded, pressing your lips together feeling even more embarrassed now for not hearing him the first time.

KAZUTORA, CHIFUYU, angry, takuya

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

the last one is canon bcs it happened to me in uniqlo.. it’s gonna haunt me for life now (⭑•͈ 𓎟 •͈ ) all likes & reblog are vv much appreciated! ♡♡

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book-place · 1 year ago

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Freak

Warnings: maze runner series spoilers, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Thomas x daughter reader

Request: Hi if requests are open I would like to request something for Maze Runner?? Can you please write a Thomas x daughter using the dialogue prompts 18, 20, 28 please? Ps I loved your Matt Murdock story!!!Thank you and 100% your choice

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: Life might not have been necessarily kind to you or your father, but he would be there for you. Always.

A/N: This isn’t that good, but it’s also the first piece of writing I’ve posted in months so pls give me a break 😭- also I didn’t do one of the prompts bc it didn’t fit in, sorry!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

It had been six years.

Six years since the Gladers had made it out of that godforsaken maze. Six years since WCKED was taken down. Six years since they had found the safe haven.

Six years since Tereasa died. Leaving Thomas alone to raise you, their infant daughter.

Those six years, while nothing but a blessing- a gift of being out of that maze, being free of WCKED- have been years full of hardship.

Not all of it was hardship though, of course, Thomas loved you more than anything in the world. You were a miracle in his eyes.

But after having you, he thought that it would be him and Teresa raising you- together.

Sure, he had all of his friends- his family- to help him. They had done more for him- for you- then they would ever know, but it wasn’t the same.

You never had a mother, and you never knew the difference between having one or not.

There were other children that were about your age on the island, ones from families that had been taken in by Thomas and his friends and offered sanctuary.

So when you all weren’t in the school that was set up, you were all playing off together somewhere.

To Thomas’s knowledge, that’s where you were right now.

“Where’s the little pipsqueak?” A voice sounded from behind the man.

Thomas turned, finding Minho leaning against a wall behind him with his arms crossed lazily over his chest.

The man smiled lightly, leaning back on a desk behind him, “With the other kids, where else?”

Minho's eyebrows furrowed slightly, “The other kids? She’s not with them.”

Despite not having any idea what his friend was talking about, Thomas still felt his heart stutter and pause for a beat.

“What do you mean?” He asked lowly.

It had been six years without any problems that were anything like what they had experienced in the past, but that didn’t mean that Thomas ever forgot what it felt like, ever let go of the past.

Even though he might not look it, there was a part of him that was always on alert. Always tense. Waiting for something to happen.

Minho's face grew more concerned, “All the kids were playing at the bay, n/n wasn't with them. I came over because I wanted to see if she wanted to come help me make dessert with Frypan.”

The room was spinning. The lights were too bright. The air was too suffocating-

Thomas felt for a moment as though he couldn’t breathe.

In reality, it might not have been a big deal, you could’ve just wandered off to talk to Brenda or Gally, but your felt as though he was going into full on panic mode.

Too much had happened in his life, too much had been taken from him, too much had gone wrong.

You couldn’t be next. You couldn’t.

You were the only thing that kept him going after your mother died.

Immediately, Thomas pulled himself back together, and left the room, Minho following closely behind him.

The men fell into step side by side as their heads whipped around, eyes searching for any sign of you as they trekked through the built town of the safe haven.

Frypan emerged from his home, frowning slightly as he looked at the pair and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, “What’s going on?” He called out.

“We don’t know where Y/n is.” Minho answered, Thomas too focused on looking to do so himself.

That was all it took for Fry to fall into step beside them too.

That’s how it went, house after house, until all of the surviving Gladers- plus Jorge and Brenda- were looking all over for you.

You were nowhere to be seen.

The sound of laughter made the groups ears all perk up as they turned to see the kids that had been down by the water running up, shoving each other slightly.

“Kids, have you seen Y/n?” Minho immediately asked.

Quickly, all of the children glanced at each other before shaking their heads back and forth so fast that it looked as though they were going to get whiplash.

The man’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at them, but before he could open his mouth to question them further, they rushed past him and to their respective houses.

The group of adults blinked at their retreating backs.

Thomas felt his heart tighten even more in his chest.

“She’s in the woods.” A small voice spoke up.

They all whipped back around to see one little girl still standing there, kicking her toe sheepishly at the ground.

That was all it took for Thomas to turn on his heel and barrel towards the cluster of trees just on the outskirts of all of the buildings.

His heart was hammering so loudly in his chest that he was sure the others, running a few feet behind him, could hear it loud and clear.

He ran and ran, dodging trees and narrowly missing bushes until a sound other than slamming footsteps reached his ears. It was so faint that he barely even heard it.

Sniffles.

Thomas pulled himself to a stop, peering around the tree in front of him, only to see you, with your legs pulled up to your chest and your back against a large rock, crying into your arms.

He heard the others come to a stop behind him, “Thanks, guys, I got it from here.” He whispered, not tearing his eyes away from you.

They were clearly just relieved that you were there, because they nodded and went back the way they came without a word.

“N/n?” Thomas’s voice was soft as he carefully approached, “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of your fathers voice and he felt as though his heart shattered into a thousand small pieces.

Not only was your hair tousled every which way, but your eyes were red and puffy and your cheeks were tear stained.

Quickly, you tried to wipe them away, but Thomas sank into a crouch in front of you and gently grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your face, “What’s wrong?” He asked gently, eyes scanning your face.

Your bottom lip wobbled despite your clear efforts to make it seem as though you were okay, a stubborn trait you no doubt got from him.

Gently, he moved a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

That was all it took for you to start sobbing once more.

“The- the other kids-“ You stuttered out, hiccuping slightly, “They were being really- really mean. They said it was weird that I don’t have a mom- and- and that makes me a freak.”

The sadness in Thomas’s heart was quickly met with a sea of fiery rage.

“They said that to you?” It took every fiber of the man’s being to keep himself from clenching his fists and setting his jaw.

He knew from experience that if you were upset and he got angry- even if it wasn’t directed at you- it would just make things worse.

So instead of scooping you up and angrily marching to find those other kids and their parents, he sighed gently, “Honey, can I hug you?”

He also knew that it was better to ask, just in case you reacted negatively.

In response, you fell into his open arms and sobbed into his shirt.

“Shh,” He shushed you, combing his fingers through your hair, “Hey, don’t cry on me. They don’t deserve your tears.”

It took a while until you finally calmed down, reduced to hiccups and sniffles.

And Thomas held you until you did, rocking you gently as he comforted you to the best of his ability.

“Honey, listen to me.” He pulled back slightly so he could look you in the eyes, “You are not a freak. You are the kindest, sweetest, most funny girl I know. And if your mother was here, she would think so too.”

Your eyes lit up as you stared up at your father, “Really? You think so?”

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead, “I know so.” He promised, “Now, come on.” He lifted you so you were propped up against his hip, “I think Uncle Minho would like to bake with you and Fry while I go talk to those kids and their parents.”

Bloody Shanks 🧪- @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @etanordoesbullsh1t @wolfmoonmusic

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #child reader #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr x reader #tmr fanfic #maze runner #maze runner x reader #tmr thomas #tmr thomas x reader #thomas x reader #thomas x daughter reader #daughter reader

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gremlin-girly · 6 months ago

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Flufftober Day 7

@flufftober

Prompt: Hoodie Weather

Pairing: Jake Jensen x gn!reader

Warnings/tags: FLUFF, established relationship, petnames (baby, my love), suggestive/innuendo (only bc it's Jake)

Summary: You get caught in the rain on your way home and can't wait to put your favourite gigantic, fluffy hoodie on. Fortunately for you, it's already pre-heated. Unfortunately, for your boyfriend that means he he has to share. Word Count: 725

I hope you enjoy! Likes, comments, reblogs are always appreciated 💜

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A/N: I'm specifically referring to Oodies (if you haven't seen one, I'd recommend googling it) and this may or may not have been inspired by my partner... who was less than thrilled about me sticking icy hands on him ☺️ - Love, Grem x

Big, fluffy, soft, cosy, cuddly and warm.

All great adjectives to describe your favourite pink, brushed cotton fleece, over-sized hoodie. You’d thought about it when you’d gotten into work on a strangely chilly morning and you’d thought, nay daydreamed, about it when you’d gotten soaked to the bone on your way home from work.

The only four words on repeat in your brain were hot shower and hoodie.

You sped up the stairs to your apartment, throwing open the door with the intention of giving your boyfriend Jake a quick kiss before make your little dream come true, when you are met with utter, heart-shattering betrayal.

On the sofa lay your boyfriend, who up until five seconds ago you loved with all of your heart, cuddled into a cushion playing a video game. In. Your. Hoodie.

You take a deep breath and stalk over to him quietly.

“Jake.”

“Oh, hey baby I-“ he pauses the game to look over at you and looks a little sheepish when he sees that your frowning at him.

“You're wet,” he chuckles, giving you a cheeky grin and you smile slyly.

“And cold.” You point out, walking around the sofa to stand before him in frustrated, cold glory. “But you look like you're positively toasty.”

Jake doesn’t realise what’s about to happen until it’s too late. You shove your icy hands up the oversized hoodie, pressing them firmly against his warm skin making him squeal with shock. Using his surprise to you advantage, you burrow into the hoodie – following your hands, wrapping your body to his in a tight bear hug ; sapping the warmth from his body onto yours.

Silence fills your apartment as Jake remembers how to breathe again, shivering slightly now that there’s no heat left in him. After a few more moments, you sigh, feeling cosy; surrounded by your boyfriend’s scent in your Big, fluffy, soft, cosy, cuddly hoodie.

Jake sticks his head through the neck hole, glasses askew, to grin at you.

“Was that really necessary?” he says, pretending to be offended.

“It’s the tax for stealing my hoodie.” You quip, smiling up at him. “I knew you liked cuddling me in it –but I didn’t think you’d want one.”

Jake’s cheeks tinge a little pink. “I like cuddling you in it and I’ll admit, the idea of having one is growing one me.” He pauses, looking sheepish again. “But this one smells like you.”

Your smile gets wider and you chuckle. “I guess if I have to share it with you for now.... I can do that. Especially if we can share it like this.”

You settle against him relaxing fully and being the great boyfriend he is, Jake wraps his arms around you and places a sweet kiss to the tip of your damp hair. You sigh contentedly and snuggle closer in response.

“Baby, you can’t get any closer if you tried.” Jake chuckles. “Besides, don’t you want a nice hot drink and a shower?”

Your narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, only to be met with those big, blue puppy eyes he does so well.

“Sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me to keep the hoodie to yourself...” You watch Jake’s expression falter as he tries to keep the sweet innocent look plaster in place. Your lips twitch desperately too, trying to sound serious. “Why should I trust you?”

“Because I’m your boyfriend you loves you,” Jake says matter of factly, smiling at you. “And I totally have your best interests at heart.”

“Uh huh?”

“Yuh huh.”

There’s a mini-standoff as you stare at eachother but you unfortunately break first. With a short snort of laughter, you begin to crawl out under the hoodie. Once free, you point your finger at him teasingly.

“I’ll be back when I’m warmer.” You faux-threaten, heading to the shower for the warm, warm water.

Jake sighs theatrically, getting to his feet. “Your cocoa will be waiting for you upon your return too, my love.”

You feel positively giddy, flashing Jake a grin before you disappear into the bathroom; leaving Jake to smile to himself as he makes you your favourite cocoa. He makes a mental note to tell you how cute you are again when you finish showering, and for probably the umpteenth time, how much he loves you coming home to him.

#flufftober #fluff #flufftober 2024 #no beta we die like men #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen #jake jensen fluff #gremlin girly #gremlin girly writes #day 7

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moonsfantasyworld · 2 months ago

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The following contains spoilers for beast yeast ep8, do not read if you have yet to finish the chapter

this is your last warning!

dont read this if u havent finished it yet!!! OK SO im starting with what i liked and then i'll get to the things that i have a bit of issues with

I genuinly enjoyed the chapter a lot!!! the dynamic between black sapphire and candy apple is very interesting and silly (the siblings fr), and the situation between PV and SM its very interesting, complex and fun to anilyse.

I LOVED seeing sm being desperate and in complete denial of his situation, that he is lonely, i really wanted to see him in such a vulnerable state and i got what i wanted and it was wonderful

The way SM noticed fast how the soul jam was full on connected to its owner was, as well, something very interesting to me. Me personally it came off as a mad scientists toying around with his lab rat, trying to see how much he could push him, its complex and it can be interpreted in different ways

Finally getting the full blown confirmation SM did not stalk PV as a kid was also refreshing. It had been alwasy clear to me it was all just a lie and sm toying with pv's mind completly, but a lot of you, AND I MEAN A LOT OF YOU, lack basic reading comprehension and knowing how to read a room

we are in the kingdom of lies

deceit

we cannot complelty trust shadow milk on his words or what he does, he is NOT a reliable source, ever

i liked that we didnt get to actually see past SM, its an interesting choice since we sort of saw the ones of the previous ones (mystic talked about her past and has statues and we saw burning spice the moment he broke)

Also the whole update feels like SM is having a lot of personal beef with the world, specially the witches. They were brought up like, twice and he always mentions it with so much loathing. I cant wait to see whats to come and to see their past

bUT this points being said

First off, i am kinda disssapointed PV isnt more angry towards SM, it would of been interesting to see the two fight and THEN Pv tries to offer him a helping hand, an opportunity to fix his issues, im at least glad sm didnt instantly get redeemed tho and part of me hopes he doesnt

The ending felt a bit rushed, but this seems to just be a recurring issue in beast yeast apparently :/, like, its not BAD bad, but it leaves you with a small feeling of ''that's it?''' and a small slap to the face, the pacing was good until a bit near the end

Speaking of the ending i was surprised we didnt get any extra scenes like we usually get. I really would have wanted to see the group arriving back at the kingdom, or pv thinking about what he saw in sm's memories, HELL IT WOULD HAVE BEEN AN INTERESTING CHANGE TO SEE SHADOW MILK'S THOUGHT AFTER IT ALL

Im also increidbly dissapointed fandom wise. The amount of posts i've seen of people not tagging things properly or tagging and then reblogging something that isnt tagged is dissapointing and kinda pissing me off a lot

now, im putting this near the end bcs its a PERSONAL NIT PICK

i am not against shadowvanilla, never was, never will. The artists are extremly creative and often create very beautiful pieces of art and i admire them a lot for this, along side the fact I GET WHY THEY LIKE IT, WHY ITS POPULAR, IS A FUN, INTERESTING SHP DYNAMIC THAT EVEN I HAVE ENJOYED IN THE PAST. im stating this cause im worried what i will say will come off as me hating the ship

The update hadnt come across to me as shippy up until the very last few levels with Pv saying they were meant to be together, and how he paused for a moment before saying friends a bit (altough this can also be interpreted as him heasitating to offer this as well)

i honestly like a lot the interpretation of them being teacher and student, i like shadow milk being pv's mentor and that's how the update had felt TO ME, if you know me i have an au were pv is sm's adopted son in an universe were he didnt corrupt completly and gave up his duties as an ancient hero, this being said

I dont like how the fandom instantly is taking the word submisive as something sexual, i dispise how sexualised the word has become and how it cannot be used in other ways often, and i wish some of the wording could be taken as something more than potential ''love obessision''

i kinda wish we could explore dynamics like this without needing it to be shipping, to me it didnt feel like there was necesarrly any romantic feelings of any sort, obbsesive? absolutly, but to me this is all SM trying to push pv to become like him bcs he is LONELY, at that point you dont care if its romantic or platonic, you just want SOMEONE so you arent alone

something something, this is something i wish it was in general, this isnt just about this ship in specific but many others in many different fandoms

seeing so much shipping has honestly made me struggle a bit sometimes to understand the differences between platonic and romantic DX but that's something me and myself alone has to work on on my own, no one is responsible and im just ranting at this point about personal nit picks

perhaps im just being in denial rn about it and being addmitedly kind of a pissy baby, im still processing the update after all.

again i dont have anything against shadowvanilla shippers, at least i dont think i do and i hope it does not come across compleltly as such

maybe some of my thoughts might change with time, maybe they wont and i'll just stay stubborn who knows

that being said this is the one and only time i will bring this up regarding shipping as i do not want to stir the pot till it boils and be dumb about HEADCANONS

TLDR: some nitpicks about headcanons but in general i think the update was really good in general, love the new sprites. 8.5/10 (kinda want to make it a 9 but im on the fence about that jksdbgfk)

#beast yeast #beast yeast spoilers #spoilers #cookie run spoilers #cookie run kingdom #shadow milk cookie #pure vanilla cookie #moony chaos #By8 spoilers #beast yeast ep8 spoilers

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sparkbeast20 · 1 year ago

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Any thoughts on how Ronové would react to an MC that sees more beauty in others than themselves?

Like MC is like "You have pretty hair." for example and Ronové would compliment them too, but the MC cringes bcs they're horrible with receiving compliments.

(Also... don't know if you have an anon list but... 🐄)

Note: Oh 🐄 Anon~ I love you.

MC in this is GN.

Beauty in the eyes of the beholder (Ronove X MC)

"Pretty~" Ronove purrs as he bury his head into your hair with his arms wrap around you.

You cringed for a moment "Is not that pretty..." You thought for a second. Before worming your way out of his trap.

He giggled and let you go, then took a couple step back.

He then tilted his head playfully and admire your body. You sense his gaze and immediately laugh nervously while rubbing the back of your neck.

"Come on Ronove. There are better things to look at than me-"

Before you can finish what you were about to say, a sound of a chuckle can be heard from a far.

Ronove acted quick and pull you back towards him and wrapped his arm around you in a protective way.

An angel from above was heading towards you two.

Ronove shove you to the side as the angel tackled him, and the two start going at it, exchanging blows.

You fell on your side but quickly recovered and turn to see the two beings fight. But you heard that chuckle again... Wait... There's another-

You turn quickly and dodge a sword coming at your face.

"I'll enjoy devouring such a worthless human." The angel yelled.

You got a change to sweep her legs and manage to kick her off balance.

You scramble back on your feet and ran out of the area, Ronove will be fine he always mention that if there was an angel attack and he was the only one there. You have to run and hide.

So you did.

The angel got back on her feet and laugh in amusement, before stopping when she heard a sickly sound of bones being crushed.

You panted and lean against a tree.

You manage to run as far from the fight as you can. And just hoping that Ronove can deal with those angels... What if he can't...

You gasped and quickly cover your mouth... You were scared that the last thing that Ronove said was your hair is pretty. Which you knew that deep down it wasn't.

He was being nice, they always were. Him, the other nobles and the kings. You feel like they aren't complimenting you, but complimenting Solomon or just being nice.

"Pfft, as if I pretty or good looking-"

"Oh~ but you are~" You yelp and quickly pushed away from the tree then turned around to see Ronove, with some blood on him, and it seem to be not his blood. And his left hand was four angel wings with some of the bones sticking out.

"Ronove, are you alright-"

"Devils can't lie" You pause and gasps as he said those words. He sounded more serious than his usual self.

You looked away, and rubbed your arm. "I know, but... I have trouble believing it for myself" you turn slightly to look at the noble devil.

Ronove hums before dropping the wings and slowly walk towards you. You step back enough for your back to free the tree.

He than stop an inch in front of you, then you both stare for a moment before he reach up and held your cheek in his hands and rubbed his thumb under your eye.

"If you ever die, can I take your eyes? I want to see something as beautiful as your eyes" He smiled at you.

You felt your heart skipped a beat. He was complimenting you in his own way.

Sure it might be strange, but that's Ronove for you.

You gave him a warm smile before nodding. Before leaning your face into his touch and cupped your hand over his.

He moved close and use his other hand to hold you.

For a moment, you felt happy after being called beautiful.

Note: I had fun writing this since Ronove is one of my favorites.

Hope you like this 🐄Anon

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#spark's answer #whb ask #hi anon :3 #what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb ronove #whb mc #whb ronove x mc #whb ronove x reader #whb fic

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switchbladedreamz · 7 months ago

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My Choice

LOOK AT HIS FUCKING SMILE OH MY GOD

Pairing: Teacher!Logan x Teacher!Reader

Rating: R bc too many swears for PG-13

Requested?: nope

Summary: uuuuuh not fluff and not really angst? Logan gets rejected but it'll buff out bro I swear, wanting to make this into my first series so please be gentle. Let me know what you think in the comments and reblogs!🩷🩷

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"How do you think the Phoenicians would interact with-" the bell shrieks interrupting me. "Alright that's time, class, dismissed. Have a great weekend!" My small class of fifteen students scrambled out of their seats, rushing single file out of the classroom. Eager to end their day. A couple desks were left askew in the rush for the door. Sighing, i walk over and fix them. There's a presence at the door and a swift two knocks. I look up to be greeted with Logan's hulking frame in my doorway. A smile on his face. "Hey teach, got a minute?" "If you don't mind that I pack my stuff up real quick, yes i do. What's on your mind Mr. Howlett." I pay him no mind as I cross the room in three steps. "How many times do I gotta tell ya, you can call me Logan". I 'hmm' in response, my focus on packing away my lesson plan. The mess of papers strewn about my desk are picked up and sorted before i put them away in my desk. The top drawer squeaks shut, soon to be juxtaposed by Logan's deep voice. "I uh.. was wondering if you would want to get a drink tonight. With me. Greet the weekend the right way." Did I hear that right? I look up at him, he's serious. It makes me laugh. Clearly not expecting this reaction, the look on his face is befuddled. "Logan ..I'm worth more than a couple cheap beers and a good fuck." I sling my bag over my shoulder and walk past him out of the door. He stands there, stunned. Has he never been rejected before? Not to say I wouldn't go out with him. God I'm practically in love with the man. But I owe myself more than to be, well for lack of a better term, another notch on his belt. His heart belongs to Jean as we all are annoyingly aware. Why should I hurt myself like that for a man. Halfway up the staircase, trying to get to my room, I can hear his weighted footsteps and the creaking of the wood before Logan speaks up. "Hey Y/n wait a second." I wait until I'm standing in the hallway at the top of the stairs to reply. "Yes Mr. Howlett?" "Cut it out with that mister shit.." realizing he sounded a little gruff he clears his throat and adds a quiet "..please.. And can I ask if you still want to grab a beer with me? Just friends?" "I don't like to drink and I have papers to grade. Have a good weekend." I turn around and swiftly walk to my room which sadly is right across from his. 'I can not believe i just turned him down. Twice! Oh my god what have I done? I could've just blown any and every chance i could've had with him. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Fuck!' The anxiety roils in my gut like a swarm of angry bees. I did good by putting my best interests first. I tell myself over. And over. And over. And one more time just to be sure.

For the next three hours I am hunched over the desk in my room grading my students work for my ancient history class. H.I.M. is playing somewhere in the background. Ville Vallo is doing his best to quel the increasing frustration that comes with being a teacher and not understanding how they aren't understanding what I'm trying to teach them. My focus is interrupted by an obnoxious dying whale call emitting from my stomach. I rest my head in my hands, letting my frustrations ease and the music flow while i shift my train of thought from work to food. I stand up from my chair and stretch the day's muscle aches away. I pause my music before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

Hank and Charles are animatedly chatting about... physics? I can't really tell, they're talking too fast. An open bottle of gin that is a third of the way gone is the probable explanation for the passion and animation which they express themselves with. I open the fridge and survey my options. A silent "fuck it" mumbles from my lips before grabbing the jelly. And then the peanut butter, bread and a butter knife. Another pb&j for dinner won't kill me. "Ah Y/n you know I heard you rejected a certain...wolfish man..twice today. How did you ever accomplish that given your....feelings?" Charles' words are always calculated. Maybe slurred a little by the bottle of alcohol sitting between him and his company. Of course he's already heard about it. "Well Charles, hi hank" he lifts his hand and waves. "I'll tell you what i told Mr. Howlett "im worth more than a couple cheap beers and a good fuck". I wanna date the guy, be with him, not just another fuck and then we're awkward with each other in the hallways. Hell no." Charles looks at me..admirably? "Thats what I've always admired about you, Y/n. You stick up for yourself no matter what. You're right you do deserve more than that. Hank and I were just discussing the possibilities of the multiverse. Care to join?" "All due respect, fuck no. Science hurts my brain, that's why I teach history. Now if you fellas would like to discuss the outcome the Compact Theory had on Jacksonian Democracy I'd love to, or even trade routes of the Phoenicians or Alexander The Great and his many many Alexandria I'm all ears. But I suppose I could sit and let you enjoy my company" i giggle at my own joke. I stride to the table, sandwich in hand and sit down. "No no no, I think I'd rather talk about how in love with The Wolverine our newest history teacher is" Hank flourishes his hands when mentioning Logan's moniker. A ditzy smile on his face to match the haze in his eyes, clearly a little more intoxicated than Charles is. "ugh please im not in love with the guy, i just have feelings for him. No one else sees how sweet he is, in silent ways. And he's patient with his students. The jackass is only a jackass as a coping mechanism because he thinks if he has friends they'll all hate him so he hates them and himself before they have a chance. Is it fucked up logic and self-destructive? Absolutely. Does it make me want him more? Fuck yes. Did I chew myself out for rejecting him? God knows I did. But I'm the only motherfucker that's gonna take care of myself and as much I want him to be the man that I see, that I know he can be.. it's not gonna happen." The intoxicated men guffaw at my response. "You're telling me you see his potential." ..."Yes. What's so wrong with that?" "Y/n the man won't live up to his potential in probably another 200 years. When we're all gone and all he has is..hopefully, this place." "Well jeez Chuck that was dark" "forgive me, I was a tad bit morose. But still. I suppose i do understand you denying yourself the one night of fun over years of heartache. It's romantic." At this I scoff. "Whatever you say man." I get up and grab two sodas from the nearby pantry. Why they don't keep them in the fridge, I'll never understand. I grab a glass and some ice from the freezer and take my seat. I pour mine in my glass of ice, the other i split between Hank's glass and Charles'. "To make the alcohol come back up easier in the morning" they laugh at my explanation and thank me.

"I thought you didn't drink" the deep voice from behind startled me with a jump. I turn around and there he fuckin is. In all his beauty. The warm kitchen lights cast a smooth glow on his face. Black tank top, black jeans..that stupid native skull with a headdress belt buckle. And that jacket. The only item of clothing that doesn't look like it will shred itself apart from his body with the slightest of movements. "I don't. Its soda. Chuck and Hank however..." I trail off, my head jerking back to the friends/coworkers behind me. Laughing their asses off at my expense ..and Logan's, I can tell. Asses, both of them. He only grunts. God what I wouldn't give to have him gru- Charles gasps, the alcohol numbing his control over his powers..or he's just being nosy. "Y/n those thoughts are unbecoming of a lady of your stature" he slurs. I roll my eyes. "What's he talkin about?" Logan asks. "It's nothing." I quickly try to cover up the topic and try to change it. "So how was the bar?" I try to be friendly. Despite my rejection earlier I do still want to be friends with the guy. "Yeah? What do you care?" Ouch, I totally earned that. He rolls his eyes and begrudgingly sits next to me. I can feel annoyance rolling off of him. "Its fine. Friends?" His eyebrow quirks up with his head turned toward me slightly. I smile and take the olive branch. "Friends." Hank and Charles clap and 'woo'. 'friends! Friends!' they drunkenly cheer.

~~~~ Logan's Point of View

I'm sittin at the bar, puffin on a cheap cigar. Some old country song sets the ..ambience. Nursing the same glass of whisky I've had for an hour. I just don't feel right tonight. I feel a hand on my shoulder. Maybe Y/n decided to join me afterall. I turn in my stool, disappointed to see a shorthaired red head. Not Jean and definitely not Y/n. "Hi handsome, this seat taken?" She cocks her head to the side gesturing to the empty stool next to me. Fuck it, I'll bite. "Please, by all means". She's pleased with this if the small smile on her face means anything. "You come here often?" A dull line. Before I can answer the bartender comes over "Leave the man alone Carmila, my customers don't wanna pay for what you offer." Oh. So that's why she's here. I get up, pull my wallet out and leave a $50 on the bar. "For my drinks and hers. See ya next time bub." I throw back the rest of my drink and leave the empty glass on the bar. Done with this place. The girl doesn't bother to chase me outside. I ride over to the nearest gas station, fill up my tank and make it back to the mansion in no time. Another night wasted at the bar instead of being wasted at the bar. Walking into the front door I can hear faint laughter. The laughter leads me to the kitchen, from the hallway I can tell who it is. And those asshats are talkin about me? Is that gin I smell?

"...rather talk about how in love with The Wolverine our newest history teacher is.."

'What the hell is Hank on about? Beast never could handle his alcohol. He'd be the damn town gossip if he ever drank outside of this place. Ah what the hell, I'm buzzed, I'm bored, and those assholes in there are talking about me so why shouldn't I listen?...just for a little bit.'

I heard Y/n laugh, man I wish it was me making her laugh and not those bozos. "-m not in love with the guy," ouch. "I just have feelings for him." 'Woah woah, what the hell?' "No one else sees how sweet he is, in silent ways. How he's patient with his students. The jackass is only a jackass as a coping mechanism because he thinks if he has friends they'll all hate him so he hates them and himself before they have a chance. Is it fucked up logic and self-destructive? Absolutely. Does it make me want him more? Fuck yes. Did I chew myself out for rejecting him? God knows I did. But I'm the only motherfucker that's gonna take care of myself and as much I want him to be the man that I see, that I know he can be.. it's not gonna happen."

'aaaaaah shit-fuck..i fucked up. Now she thinks I'm a worthless ass who just thinks she's meat. I just wanted to show her a good time, and have a good time. I respect her and it's time I showed her that respect. Especially now I know she just turned me down out of respect for her own self worth. Thats fuckin rare. It makes me want her more. To hell with it, Jean made her choice. Now it's time I make mine.'

The next words I hear sting. I know Charles is just drunk but hell I like it here.

~~~~ back to Y/n's Point of View

'God Logan is so close he smells so good. Usually I hate the smell of cigars but fuck he makes it so tantalizing. It's like the man sweats in manly yankee candles' Charles once again laughs out loud at seemingly nothing. This causes everyone around the table to eye each other suspiciously. I stare at my soda, watching the bubbles trying to not be suspicious. "I think it's time we get wheels to bed before he hurts himself." Logan chides in with a smirk. Thankfully taking the heat off of me. Charles gets in a huff rightfully and calls Logan an "ableist immortal whose only contribution to society in the past two hundred years is all the bullets he's taken for the country" what a catty bitch, i respect it.

The walk to my room feels like forever. Walking past my desk I can't help but glare daggers at the papers mocking me from their neat pile. '..Later.' I told myself. Grabbing a sleep shirt from my dresser and new underwear, i cross the room and enter my bathroom. Grabbing my fluffiest towel, because self care, I turn my shower on and my speaker. Continuing the goth rock playlist from earlier Black Veil Brides' "Lost It All" is serenading the bathroom walls. The hot water releases only the first layer of tension in my shoulders, it's enough. I stay under the water for 15 more minutes until I've decided it's time to get out. Back to the evil dry world.

#deadpool and wolverine #just writing again #wolverine x reader #eventual smut #slowburn??#don't mind me #free palestine #wolverine x y/n #rreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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exquisiteserotonin · 1 year ago

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La Petit Mort

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Pairing: Secret Pedro Character x Original Female Character (OFC)

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: A gloved gentleman misses his train and meets and enchanting stranger

Warnings: Sex with black leather gloves, PiV sex, dubious consent, BDSM, use of a crop, titty spanking, pussy spanking, spanking, oral (F! receiving), use of restraints, degradation, sex work, autoerotic asphyxiation, PLEASE READ: TWIST ENDING (Guess the character!)

A/N: All this came about bc of this pic:

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Please enjoy and as always likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated

He stood stoically, half of his lithe body illuminated by the large, spherical wall sconce. The rest of his body melted into the shadows. The taut, black leather of his gloves creaked as his right hand stretched open and closed, open and closed. With the other hand, he tightened his grip around the handle of his deep, mahogany attaché case. He pursed his lips as he waited among the ever-growing trickle of commuters for the next train.

As the sound of it rushed closer, the trickle intensified to a steady flow. He maneuvered through the crowd, seeking openings that would bring him closer to the edge of the platform where the doors of the train would open. The rumble of the approaching train sent a gust of air that tousled his dark hair over his forehead and brushed through the whiskers of his mustache. More rush hour commuters dashed towards the platform, tightening the open spaces between bodies.

The train finally pulled in and the mad rush of people surged forward. As he tried to force his way through the crowd, a young woman careened into him, pushing both of them away from the platform and back into the crowd.

“Goodness gracious!” She huffed, the waves of her shiny, dark waves falling into her face, “I am so sorry, sir.”

Her warm body pressed against his, leaning forward at the perfect angle for him to catch a glimpse of her. The curve of her supple cleavage was irreverently held by the hint of black lace of her bra. With a gentle assuredness, he moved her off him. His eyes were blessed with a better view of her curves that were accentuated by her perfectly tailored navy blue blouse and her beige pencil skirt.

“It’s fine,” he paused, looking down to see her pushing her waves from her fresh yet elegant face. “Some people can be assholes,”

“I really hope you weren‘t in a hurry,” she said, her eyes softened with empathy as she shifted the weight of her feet to lean towards him again.

She placed a gentle and apologetic hand on his arm before retracting it in quick uncertainty. He smiled, finding a feeling that belied something different from her perfectly sweet face. A giggle arose from her as she scrunched her nose and brushed a few waves behind her ear.

“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” she initiated, her brows soft and expectant, “but would you want to grab a coffee with me?”

Oh she was good, he thought as his eyes continued to peruse the expression she held on her face. She projected an unexpected air of naivete. This was how fools fell in love with her. He smirked at the thought, seeing beneath the facade that she needed more than a poor doting puppy of a man.

“Something tells me you don’t hear the word no very much,” he grinned and then gestured towards the Exit sign. “Lead the way.”

He followed her towards a nearby exit. She walked with a strut not lost on him as he admired the way her skirt hugged her curves almost like a second skin. The view of her derrière in front of him as they ascended the stairs was like his own private show.

They were met by bustling side walks filled with pedestrians, trees hanging over them to listen to their conversations. He moved to find a stride next to her. The way she glided across the pavement next to him parted crowds and turned heads, while making the path before her her own private runway.

“Do you live in the city?“ She asked, her voice tinted with genuine curiosity.

“Upper East Side,” he responded like he was simply stating what day of the week it was.

“A high roller!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening with playful delight. “Well this is my side of town and I just know you’ll love this place.”

She talked a lot, he noted as they found themselves in front an unassuming-on-the--outside coffee shoppe. Its name adorned the old fashioned black eves. Inside revealed an entirely different aesthetic, aside from the rustic stone wall, the counters and chairs were sleek, modern, and minimal. They waited as an ultra modern, but disaffected, young barista served them their overpriced coffee. His new companion never seemed to lose the soft smile on her glossy lips as she spoke to him.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice like velvet and silk caressing his ears, “what do you do?”

“I’m a financial analyst,” he responded plainly, between sips of coffee.

She pouted, resting her eyes for a brief moment on the fingers of his leather gloves before she leaned forward to meet his gaze, “Well that sounds incredibly boring.”

He laughed, bubbles foaming at his mustache as he took another sip of expensive coffee.

As he pulled his cup away, her eyes traveled from where she beheld his rich, brown eyes and then moved to admire his lips. She brought her soft fingertips forward to brush away the foam that dusted the whiskers of his mustache. With unspoken synchronicity, she licked her lips the same time he licked his own. Her touch to his mustache was nearly enough for him to press his lips to her fingertips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, squeezing her small hand making his massive hand seem that much larger. He held her to him when she dared to move her delicate fingers away from his lips.

“I live nearby,” she exhaled as she slipped her fingers between his.

Together, they left. With each step, they burned the pavement with the heat of their desire until they reached her building. The elderly doorman acknowledged the two of them with the tip of his hat. His eyes crinkled, adding wrinkles to their corners as gave him a knowing glance. It was a look that whispered that he was not the first man to have walked with her through the lavish and opulent foyer of her building.

Hands still intimately intertwined, they journeyed floor by floor on the elevator until it stopped with a sing-song chime of an old bell at the fourteenth floor. They dashed down the pretentiously wall-papered hallway until they reached her door.

As soon as they walked in, she led him to her bedroom and sat him at the edge of her bed. With one pull on the zipper at the back of her skirt, the slinky fabric pooled at her feet. The intensity of their locked gazes towards one another never stopped even as she slowly slipped off her silky blue shirt. He pressed his lips together beneath his mustache as he took in the beautiful shape of her body. He sat mesmerized by the way the lace of her brassiere cupped her supple breasts and the way her panties hugged her hips and clung to her pussy where she had grown wet with desire.

“Fuck,” he exhaled as he scanned up the length of her body, “you’re beautiful.”

He slowly rubbed a gloved hand to her thigh, massaging it, until he circled it back to grab a handful of her ass to pull her towards him. He kissed her navel as he gripped her waist with both hands. He slid them slowly upwards until he was squeezing and kneading her breasts against the pretty lace she wore.

The lids of his eyes hung low with dreamlike desire as he freed her nipples from the confines of her bra, licking, flicking, and circling them with his tongue. She threw her head back at the heat of his touch and circled her arms around his neck, coursing her fingers through his dark waves.

He pulled her tightly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he spun her around onto the bed. She pressed herself back into the mattress and waited for his every move.

She lay there like a piece of art ready and willing to be defiled.

He smirked and thought to himself, the anticipation is one of my favorite parts.

He reveled in how she stalked him with her eyes, from the way he carefully took off his tailored, tan coat to how he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt down to the middle of his chest to the way that he rolled up the sleeves with his glove adorned hands using the intense precision of a surgeon. One step forward elicited another twist and wiggle of her hips. A second step garnered another heaving breath. The muscles of his forearms strained as he returned to the edge of the bed, carrying his attaché case with him, setting it next to her. As though he were ready to diffuse a bomb, he opened it to reveal a set of wrist restraints, ankle restraints, a crop, a choker along with other sensual accouterments.

She arched an eyebrow and her eyes glimmered as she licked her lips before teasing him with a playful pout.

“You’re very forward with someone you’ve only just met,” she roused, shifting her hips back and forth on her soft sheets. “How can you be sure I’d be into all this?

The tease. Two can play at that game.

He tilted his head at her and inhaled a deep breath through puckered lips.

“Oh come on,” he dared, “certainly you’ve had clientele with more niche sexual eccentricities.”

A shadow fell over her face for the briefest of moments. It would have gone unnoticed by a casual observer, but both of them knew he was not that type of man. He allowed her to continue her game, amusement filling the lines on his lips.

“What…what are you talking about?” She uttered, her voice trembling, a hint of false indignation floating from her.

“Oh let’s not play coy,” he tutted with disappointment, “not when I’m more than ready and willing for you to take me on as a new client.”

She stiffened at the words, following the movement of his dark gloves as he sat cross legged over next to her. He observed as she pulled her feet closer to her as she leaned forward, still intrigued with his offering.

“And what if my—my books—are closed?” She inquired.

His laugh rose up to the tray ceiling of her apartment, then rested his hand under his chin. The black leather of his glove showed such a stark difference against his skin as she wondered what his hands looked like, what his hands felt like.

“And yet,” he sighed, caressing her ankle and up her calf, “you still made a concerted effort to bring me to your place.”

She leaned forward as she opened her legs a little wider for him, “Well then: my services, my rules.”

“Hm, but you provide the full girlfriend experience, correct?” he sighed as he continued to run his hands up her silky legs until they settled atop the soft, translucent fabric that covered her dewy center.

He lowered his knees to the floor, pulling her abruptly to the edge of the bed. Opening her legs wide, his mustache tickled her through the soft mesh-like fabric of her panties, licking a long, broad stripe along her outer lips.

The soft whine floated from her lips like a song composed just for him in that moment. So beautiful. He licked another stripe just to hear it again.

“Is that enough to seal this business arrangement?”

Through a squirm and wanton, breathy moan, she bucked her hips back towards his pouty lips, “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” he uttered, the heat of his breath fluttered against her center.

She paused and settled her eyes to his face, admiring the broadness of his body and the confidence in his posture.

“Yes, sir,” she conceited, adding a tinge of submission to her voice.

“Good girl,” he hummed as he took a pair of ankle and wrist restraints from the attaché case and wrapped them around her appendages. With additional diligence, he fastened them to the antique gold bed frame.

The warmest emanating from her body, lit every nerve ending in his body as each breath she let out became heavier and heavier. She pulled at her wrists and ankles, her body begging for him to use her.

“What’s our safe word?”

“What about---vanilla?” he offered.

“Mmm, that’s an amusing use of the word,” she purred, curling her lips up at their corners.

He wore a smug smile as he searched through his attaché case and returned with a pair of scissors and a mini crop which he set to the right of her thigh. She trembled as he brought the shiny scissors to the fabric that covered her mound. He waited a moment, feeling her breath quicken with panic. As an act of mercy, he pulled the fabric to the side to reveal her center where he took in another taste of her. She gasped and let out a loud exhale as he cut away the fabric with precise snips along the seams. He pushed them away leaving her pussy cool and bare for him.

Following a similar pattern of painstaking care and attention, he cut along where the straps of her brassiere met the lace cups that held her breasts. With a quick touch and gentle fold of the fabric, her tits were free. He began kneading them with his smooth leather clad hands. The hungry growl from his mouth reached her ears before he brought his lips to her breasts, taking her sensitive nub into his mouth, swirling it with tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” she gasped, arching her back towards his mouth in desperation.

He locked her response into his brain with a cock of his eyebrow. His large hands explored the length of her torso. And with a broad stroke of his tongue, he drew a long, slow path down her body. He stopped just before reaching her mound to grab the crop that lay next to her. He caressed it up the center of her body, circling each breast tormenting her with each slow, deliberate move. She arched her back towards him again, pulling on her restraints to reach him. He brought the crop back to his hand, sliding the handle with one supple leather glove, before slapping at her nipples with one quick snap of the handle.

“Oh fuck!” She cried out from the stinging pain which slowly eased into throbs of pleasure.

She drew in her breaths rapidly, wincing and writhing through every subsequent crack of the crop on her tits. He wriggled his jaw and felt his cock twitch each time she cried and moaned for him. He admired the red tint that painted her skin and stroked down the length of her body until he was teasing her pussy with gentle flicks and strokes of his crop. The muscles in his forearms tensed as he applied more pressure to each stroke. The air of her bedroom filled with a litany of her moans punctuated by sharp gasps and yelps that paired with each slap he made to her pussy.

“Vanilla!” she cried out after one particularly sharp crack of his crop. “Please, vanilla! I can’t!”

Tears began to slip from the corners of her eyes as she fought to regain her composure. A look of sympathy enveloped his face as he looked on how pitifully she lay for him, desperate for a softer touch. With roguish confidence, he slowly began to rid himself of the confines of his white dress shirt. A deep sigh of relief washed over her as she was left entranced by the vision of his bare chest and broad shoulders. Each muscle moved over the other as he carefully folded his shirt and placed it on top of his coat before he returned to her.

His gloved hands embraced the outside of her thighs as he drew his face closer to her center, admiring how it glistened for him. He breathed in her intoxicating scent before he buried his face in her pussy with slow, even, and meditative breaths. Through his touch in union and with her movements, he felt her breath match his. He let his heat soothe her where he had left his mark. And with one slow, broad stroke of his tongue against her sensitive center, she shuddered.

“Oh my god” she cried, her hips bucking up to his mouth as the metal of the bed rattled.

“Fuck, are you this responsive with your other clients?” he uttered, keeping his lips close to her pussy but not touching it.

She whined, wiggling in his hands, only making him push down harder on her thighs.

“It wasn’t a rhetorical question,” he stated, the heat of his breath warming her folds again. “How many of them make you feel this good?”

The way she continued to writhe and fight against the squeeze of his leathered covered grip revealed her desperate attempt to not to give him the satisfaction. To spark encouragement within her, he gifted her one longer, slower, and deeper stroke of his tongue. It evoked a moan that leapt from the depths of her throat that was determined to remain uncontained.

“None of them!” she admitted, her skin rosy with the glow of sex and embarrassment.

His skin warmed when he saw how the flush of her embarrassment spread from her face to the length of her body like a wave, brushing every inch of her in the prettiest shade of pink. His cock stretched the fabric of his trousers trying to reach for her. He expected a little more restraint from himself, but couldn’t resist pressing his tongue through her folds again to savor the taste of her. He pushed in deeper until his nose pressed against her mound licking up and down, sending her moans louder and louder towards the ceiling. He sucked on her folds that were wet with his saliva and her sex. He licked precise circles on her clit until he found himself interchanging his tight circles with a few zealous sucks of her sensitive knot. Close to her highest point of pleasure, she let out a high-pitched yelp when he suddenly let go.

“No!” she pleaded, pulling at her restraints. “Please don’t stop!”

The way she begged drew a deep, carnal laughter from his chest. Feeling generous, he satisfied the hunger of her tortured anticipation by sucking on her clit one more time insistent on driving her to a place of pleasure she’d never known before. The bed frame shook as she moaned deep from her throat, pulling helplessly at the bindings that held her.

“Oh god, I’m not—this isn’t like me!” She insisted, as the blush of her skin somehow became brighter as she used all her might to regain her composure. “What’s happening to me?”

He pushed himself up from the bed, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he did. The front of his pants were left wrinkled and stretched with his cock fighting to come out. The high thread count bed sheets were left crumpled where he had rested in reverence of her pussy.

“Such a sweet, sweet girl,” he teased as she shifted her hips on the sheets.

Like an animal stalking its prey, he walked the perimeter of the bed. Mercifully, he removed the restraints from the metal bed frame, carefully unlatching each one from her wrists and her ankles.

Immediately, she knocked her knees together and brought one hand to her chest while the other rested dramatically at her forehead. She caressed her nipples, slowly sliding them down to her wet center as she watched him like under some kind of enchantment.

He looked down upon her naked form, brimming with arrogance. The best way he knew to respond was to remove his belt in an agonizingly slow manner. He let its polished brown leather glide through the pliant, black leather of his gloved hands. The familiar sound of his slacks and boxer briefs falling to the floor filled the otherwise quiet room. He could practically hear her pant in indulgent anticipation as he slid a condom over his thick, pulsing cock.

He slinked over the sheets towards her, using the muscles of his bare muscular thighs to push her legs open for him. He watched as her eyes opened wide for him in trepidation and excitement as she felt the warmth of the leather gloves play at her folds. With each ministration of his fingers he applied more pressure, sending her brain and body into a quiet frenzy. The flexible warmth of his leather clad fingers along her outer folds were simultaneously firm and cushioned. He traversed the length of her body as he crawled on top of her, his length needy and throbbing. He looked at her with his large, brown eyes shone like a bright beacon holding her in.

“What’s with the glove fetish?”

Ah. There it was. She finally asked.

Their chests heaved in unison as she pushed her body up to meet his. Slowly, he ran his hands up to her arms pressing her arms above her on the bed.

“Heightens the anticipation,” he replied as he brought his hands back down to her chest. “Stay still, doll.”

She listened like an obedient pet as he slowly brought his hands just below her jaw. A brief glint of fear appeared in her eyes.

“Shh, sweet girl,” he said as he wrapped them tighter around her neck. “You can trust me.”

He squeezed tighter, his erection growing with each shade of red with her face turned. She gasped, gripping at his arms pleading and beginning to fight underneath him.

“V…Va…ni…va!” she whimpered.

I love it when they fight.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline and desire flow through him, he let go of her neck leaving her shaking with a few errant coughs. Taking his teeth to a finger of his left glove he set his hand free, not even giving her a moment to compose herself before his fingers pushed deep into her weeping center.

“Oh god, oh my god!” She wailed, shaking as he fucked her with his fingers coating them with her sex until she was panting and sobbing in ecstasy. “Fuuuuck!”

A wicked smile crept across his lips, curling up the left side of his face.

“I told you,” he said with a voice so deep, powerful, and persuasive that her entire body trembled from the sound and the force of her orgasm. “There’s nothing that feels quite like it.”

He drew circles over the outer lips of her pussy, gathering evidence of her sex on the fingertips of his remaining glove. An exquisite heat filled the path he drew with his fingers from her center to her mouth, tracing the border of her lips.

“Pull the glove off,” he demanded.

Eager to obey, she brought her hands to his wrist beginning to remove the black leather from his hands.

“Ah, tsk, no! No hands.” He scolded her in voice so disapproving she wanted nothing more than to please him. “Use your mouth.”

Flushed and yearning for him, she obeyed, using her teeth to pull each finger until she held the discarded leather in her mouth. He shook his head in disbelief, impressed by the show she was putting on for him. He leaned his body into hers licking up her neck until their mouths were locked in a sensual kiss.

“Turn over,” he moaned into her ear.

She did as she was told once again. Her chest and stretched out arms clung to the cool sheets as he traced his hands over the length of her torso and squeezed her ass. It was round and positioned so perfectly. With a loud, firm smack of his hand he spanked her, conjuring a luxurious moan from her pretty lips.

The throbbing anticipation was only satisfied when he lined the tip of his thick cock and pushed through her folds, letting out a guttural moan as he gripped her hips, feeling how tight and swollen she was for him. Her hips rocked with the force of his rhythmic thrusts in and out, in and out. The grip her pussy had on his thick cock became impossibly tighter as they continued in worship of each other's bodies.

“Oh, ahh god,” she cried into the sheets, her body shifting and quaking with each movement. “So—ah—so fucking—good.”

The color of her knuckles were white from how hard she clutched her sheets as he pumped his hips against hers like he was trying to break through an invisible barrier. The heat built over and over across her chest. Her pussy vibrated and shuddered so close to losing all control as his balls slapped against her body.

“Fucking tight!!” He gritted his teeth as his thrusts became more frantic. “Oh fuck, doll!”

The bed shook with her body as he pounded into her with the last of his strength. They cried out together filling the air of her perfectly pretty room with the dirtiest deeds, the dirtiest words, but with the purest form of pleasure. They collapsed onto the bed, leaving the mattress slightly askew: an immediate casualty of their act. Their bodies were a heap of sweat and rapid breaths as they tried to recover. He offered her another wicked smile before graciously kissing her with his soft, pillowy pout.

I will be merciful today.

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“AND CUT SCENE!”

Lights brightened and a few quiet feet shuffled around as the director stared at the back of the camera.

“You guys, that was incredible!!!” The director said with a hushed sense of amazement permeating his voice.

He waved towards a quiet woman with wide set brown eyes, and alarmingly straight hair. She stood like an awkward statue in the corner of the room holding a pile of blankets. The woman, an intimacy coordinator, shuffled her way towards the actors as they sat up, still recovering from their very unsimulated moment of on screen passion.

“You ok?” The mustached man asked his beautiful costar, touching her reassuringly on her elbow and up to her shoulder. “It wasn’t too much?”

“Hmm,” she smiled, gently rubbing his large hand with hers. “I think you know I’m more than OK, Dieter.”

Dieter grabbed a blanket that was on top of the pile being held by the dwarf-like intimacy coordinator, wrapping it securely around his scene partner. She looked up at him, green eyes shining. He held her gaze on her, his dimples prominent as he smiled. His eyes twinkled as he removed the condom and absent-mindedly discarded it in a trash can the intimacy coordinator overzealously presented to him.

“Maybe we can do this again without that,” she suggested as she stood close, her eyebrows raised and eyes shifting toward the direction of the discarded protection. “And without the cameras and extra eyes.”

A grin danced across his lips as he looked at her, holding his blanket close to him. He parted from her with a lingering embrace and with the magical feel like they were the only two in the room.

“Hi Mr. Bravo,” the intimacy coordinator approached them, “I’m just making sure that everything is ok…that you felt, um..safe and comfortable.”

Dieter wrinkled his brow incredulously and fought hard against revealing a snarl on his lips “Um fuck yeah! More than fine.”

He pressed his lips together, walking off quickly towards a bathroom that served as a makeshift dressing room. The intimacy coordinator was left staring back at him, her eyes glued to his form like lasers set to a target.

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Dieter stood at the train platform, rubbing his tired eyes after a long day on set as he waited for the next train. Too tired to be pretentious about fans who recognized him, he posed for photos contorting his face into goofy smiles. Too tired to push off a fan who hugged him a little too long. Too tired to notice the ominous specter of a girl with wide-set brown eyes and alarmingly straight hair as she stood watching him under the shadows cast by a lamplight wringing a pair of black leather gloves in her spindly hands.

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