#smut is coming (no pun intended) but i wanted to post the set up straight away

[pfhwrittes]

housemate!kyle x gender neutral reader let's goooooo.

rating: PG-13 (for now) pairing: eventual kyle "gaz" garrick x gender neutral reader word count: 1.5k TW: bit of swearing, fluff, mentions of original characters AN: i fully plan on writing more of this, but i wanted to get the first part out before i start the next part. as always, barely edited so funky grammar and typos are still likely. this is completely self indulgent. please send love to @391780 for cheerleading me with this one!

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your housemate sucks since meeting her new boyfriend. 

your normally sociable, polite and reasonable housemate has turned into some kind of lust-crazed succubus since meeting dale, spending hours upon hours of her time shut in her bedroom with him. and if she doesn’t shut the fuck up in the next five minutes you’re going to kick her door in. or castrate him. or possibly burst into sleep deprived tears.

“oh! oh god! fuck! dale, baby, oh my god!”

jesus fucking christ. it’s 4.30am and ruby is wailing like a cat in heat at the top of her fucking voice. she’s so loud you could swear she and her soon to be castrated boyfriend were fucking in your bedroom instead of the room next to yours. briefly you debate yelling at the top of your lungs but you don’t want to disturb the neighbours any further, so with a muttered curse you snatch your pillow and duvet off your bed and stomp downstairs to the living room so you can sleep on the sofa. 

you get settled onto the sofa and glare at the ceiling in the living room, the sound of rhythmic thumping and moaning still audible even with the increased distance between you and the nymphomaniac formerly known as ruby. you mutter and grumble to yourself as you shut your eyes trying to get at least a little bit of sleep before needing to get up for your job interview in the morning. 

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at midday you kick the front door shut behind you and shrug your coat off your shoulders as you step further into the hallway. 

“hey i’m home!” you call up the stairs, “my job interview was an utter shit show so i’m thinking we get a chinese and a bottle of wine to commiserate, yeah?” you pause waiting to hear ruby’s usual reply reminding you not to order from the golden palace but silence greets you instead. 

“huh. weird.” you mutter to yourself as you pass through the living room, dropping your bag and coat on the sofa as you beeline towards the kitchen. ruby’s probably making something for lunch while listening to one of her creepy true crime podcasts. 

“hey ruby - oh.” you cut yourself off as you walk into the kitchen, no sign of ruby except for the used butter knife leaving a greasy smear on the counter and a pink post-it note stuck on the front of the fridge. you step forward to pluck the note off the fridge and squint at ruby’s loopy handwriting.

gone 2 stay w/ dale 4 a few days! look after widget for me - r xxxx

you huff a breath out of your nose and crumple the note into a ball so you can pop it in the kitchen bin with the crumbs you sweep off the side into your palm. ugh. it’s such a little thing but you feel frustrated tears well up in your eyes in response to having to clean up after ruby once again on minimal sleep. 

a tiny high pitched mrr! interrupts your internal grumbling and you turn around to face the little tabby that is waiting patiently by an empty food bowl. 

“hiya widge, have you been a good girl while i’ve been out?” you ask softly as you crouch so widget can bonk her head onto your outstretched hand. typically widget doesn’t answer but she chirps again before padding back to her bowl, politely requesting that you get with the programme and make with the biscuits before cleaning up the rest of the kitchen. 

you sigh and push yourself up from the floor, just another half finished job left for you. great. 

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a week later, with no sign of ruby and your texts unanswered, your laptop chimes on the coffee table with a new email. you hope briefly that it’s one of the companies you’ve applied to responding to your application with an offer for a job interview, but your heart sinks as you realise it's an email from your landlord, john. 

you skim over the email and you feel your eyes sting as select phrases leap out at you. “i’m sorry to inform you that ruby has decided to end the tenancy agreement at 141 hereford way early” ... “you can choose to remain in the property as a sole tenant after an additional credit check to ensure your affordability” … “alternatively, please let me know when ruby has collected her belongings so i can advertise the room to other prospective tenants”. 

fuck. that utter bitch. she’s left you unemployed and now potentially living with a total stranger. fuck. 

your hands shake slightly as you reach for your laptop so you can start composing your reply to john. 

“hi john, thanks for letting me know. i haven’t heard from ruby in a week now, so i’m unsure when she’ll be able to collect her belongings but i think it’s probably for the best if you look at advertising her room as available to rent. i’ll start bagging up her belongings today. kind regards….” 

it’s official. your soon to be ex-housemate really fucking sucks. 

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several days pass with a flurry of emails to john and even more unanswered texts to ruby, when a solid jaunty knock startles you out of the doze you’d dropped into on the sofa. you hiss as widget launches herself off your stomach using her claws for purchase so she can bolt up the stairs away from the noise. you swear under your breath as you kick one of the six black bin bags that line the hallway filled with ruby’s crap as you edge your way to the front door. the silhouette you can see through the frosted glass in the door knocks again just as you reach for the handle and pull the door open. 

“yeah yeah i’m here -” you cut yourself off with an embarrassed sound as you get a good look at the man standing at the threshold.  oh no, he’s fit as fuck is your first thought and you’re not wrong. 

the first thing you notice, as you flick your eyes over him quickly, is that he’s in incredible shape. the stranger has broad shoulders and a muscular chest that tapers off into a narrow waist. the second thing you notice when you raise your gaze back up to his face is that he has a jaw dropping smile when he flashes you a friendly grin. 

“hey, i’m kyle. your new housemate.” he says confidently, “john should’ve mentioned me.” 

you shake yourself out of the slight daze you’ve found yourself in - seriously no man should have skin that perfect - and you offer your own tentative smile back. 

“uh, yeah. sure. sorry i was -” you glance back into the hallway and cringe at the sight of the black bin bags “- um. in the middle of something.” you finish weakly, hoping you don’t look too obviously like you’ve been napping in the middle of the day. 

your housemate - kyle - rumbles out a slightly bashful chuckle. 

“no, no it’s fine. i would’ve been here earlier but i had to give a witness statement for the accident on the high street.” kyle reaches up and tugs at the brim of the scuffed blue baseball cap on his head awkwardly. 

“oh shit, really? what happened?” you query him eagerly, your love of gossip overriding your mild embarrassment in a flash. kyle’s eyes crinkle happily at your tone and he leans in conspiratorially, letting his hand drop away from his face. 

“some guy walked into an open manhole cover.” he says with a completely straight face. 

you burst out a startled laugh. “no fucking way!” 

kyle nods, his lips twitching in a poorly concealed grin. “yeah, stuck like winnie the pooh, i swear to god.” 

you have to hold onto the edge of the open door to stop yourself from collapsing into fits of laughter. “how -” another gleeful cackle escapes you before you can compose yourself, “how the fuck did he manage to do that?”

kyle shrugs. “he just walked straight through the barrier, surprised the lanky fucker missed it really.” 

you collapse into laughter again, feeling your cheeks ache from the width of your grin. holy shit, that’s the best thing you’ve heard all day. eventually your slightly hysterical laughter peeters out and you wipe at your eyes as you look at kyle who is grinning back at you. 

“so, fancy letting me in then?” he nudges at the frankly massive khaki rucksack at his feet after a moment of silence as if to remind you that he isn’t just here to charm you with silly stories and his offensively handsome good looks. your embarrassment flares once again as you realise you’ve just been looking at him instead of asking him to come inside like a normal person. 

“sorry, yeah of course.” you step back from the door and turn around so he can’t see the way your cheeks are now flushed from embarrassment instead of laughter. “sorry about the mess.” you say apologetically over your shoulder as kyle follows you into the hallway.

“oh i dunno, it doesn’t look too bad to me.”

you hear kyle kick the door shut behind him and you laugh again to cover up the way your stomach flutters at his tone. if you didn’t know better you’d say he was flirting with you, but you discount that as wishful thinking on your part as you lead him towards the stairs. 

it is wishful thinking, right?

[hrodvitnon]

Kaiju 'First Time' HCs - Godzilla Edition

In Shamhat, the Titans are portrayed as these infinitely experienced sexual denizens (at least most of them) that have the intimacy game figured out from top to bottom (pun fully intended). It’s a fun juxtaposition to have against the humans, but it’s also fun to imagine a time when this was not the case; when they were the ones that were new to all this. Everyone has to start somewhere, and this is me taking my crack at defining where. As always, you should share what you think as well. Also also, I took the liberty of including both the first straight sexual encounters and their first not-so-straight ones just cuz I think it’s an interesting comparison to have; and I will never pass up the opportunity to write gay panic.

(Originally planned to have multiple Titans included in one post, got to the end of Godzilla’s section, decided to have mercy upon peoples’ dashes and write the other ones later. I will make them though, my fellow smut goblins will not go hungry.)

Godzilla - First Straight (AKA How he got a milf kink)

Had his first time a year after becoming an adult. At this point, everyone knew him as ‘Dagon’s Demonic Spawn’ so no one would dare come near him- that is except for his brother and his first intimate partner… Shimo. Shimo was secretly training Godzilla at this point on properly fighting, and one day when she pinned him down she felt a musky scent assault her nostrils and a third limb rub expectantly against her leg. Goji had had no idea what was up with him in recent days and was promptly very embarrassed to losing control of himself like that. He deflected it with snark and irritability and insisted upon leaving and handling whatever this was on his own. Despite what had just happened, Shimo pushed to accompany him for this and 'be the steed upon which you ride your first rodeo’. With a line like that, who could refuse? (read: Shimo also refused to resume his fighting lessons until the problem was handled, so there was also that). Shimo took him to an isolated cave sat him down, and ran him through everything she knew about mating. Or- at least she tried to explain through words first so he’d know what to expect, only for his eyes to glaze over in like 30 seconds. Deciding on a more practical approach, she calls Godzilla over to rest back against her bulk while she uses her paw on his painfully erect length. Both kaiju can vividly remember the first few strokes. Shimo had never heard sounds like those leave Goji’s mouth and Goji had never felt so warm from only being touched somewhere; so warm and so intense that his abs tense, his toes curl, and a very undignified set of noises breaks against his throat. Shimo immediately wanted to see how far she could push him, how badly she could get him to squirm and how high that voice of his could go. One paw became two, two paws became a warm maw, a warm maw soon got the assistance of paws again, and after a few first orgasms; she unwraps herself from Goji and stands over him, slowly driving him into her depths- taking each inch slow so she can see him come positively undone. Flushed against Shimo, paw running up and down a part of him he had previously only used to go to the bathroom, he felt utterly powerless- and he fucking loved it. Every tingle, every zap that came when she pinched his tip or the swelling thing at his base he would later learn was a knot, sent a warm feeling of safety and serenity into his gut, something he had no clue he was starving for until he got it. His writhing and cries only worsened when she took him into her mouth, and when she started teasing him with his paws at the same time, he actually had to hold his paw over his mouth to keep from losing it completely. However, once he had finished a few times (besides becoming immediately addicted to the feeling of orgasming in warm and wet things), she stood up and over him, intentionally holding his arms to the side and whispering into his ears, “No hiding any of that. I want to hear every noise you make. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?” Something seriously animalistic woke in him after being spoken to like that and he nodded so fast his neck cracked a bit. She gave him a quick kiss and slowly lowered herself onto him, every inch giving way to more and more warm flesh that subsequently squeezed around him like a vice. She went slow, and Goji’s jaw slowly dropped more and more as she went. When she finally kissed his knot with her heated flesh, it got to be too much and Goji came in her in ropes. He had never felt anything more intense and subsequently clung to her, legs raised behind her as he sang a song of ragged breaths and moans. Shimo only smiled warmly down at him, treasuring everything he did in response to her ministrations. Purely sexually speaking, she wouldn’t walk away from a single one of their sessions satisfied; Goji always shot so fast and made her do all the work most of the time. However, nothing would ever top getting to see Ozzy’s demon brother crying out for her, clinging to her like a hatchling, twitching in the throes of pleasure like a leaf in the wind, and having such a warm and satisfied expression when he passed out beneath her. These would grow to be some of her favorite memories with him. As for a lack of satisfaction: she’d always have Ozzy to go back to, right after she rode the life out of him a few more times…

Godzilla - First Gay (AKA (Gay) Panic at the Disco)

Godzilla would only look to females to fulfill his sexual desires for centuries. Even taking his first true mate in that time and having his legendary (for humans, anyways) week-long 'taming’ period at the oasis with Mothra before he shares the company of another male. After being brought to live in Uruk with his brother and new mate, he took the role as a city protector, serving on his brother’s honor guard to defend both the Priestess and the throne of Uruk. For a few months he served, guarding Mothra’s temple, Ozzy’s palace, patrolling the outskirts, the works. The work wasn’t super interesting, but it was something to do. It also earned him good pay and a good standing with the city’s people. He even finds himself a small batch of friends in his fellow guards. They’d drink together, talk for hours to pass the longer shifts, and spar to keep themselves sharp. One day, the guard gets assigned to a party to celebrate a successful harvest, held in Ozzy’s palace. As it turns out, it’s barely a protection job as thirty minutes in, Ozzy relieves them of duty and 'orders’ them to join in the party hall. Goji heads in, grabs a drink, and fully intends to find Mothra and sweet talk her until she catches that he wants a fun night with her. However, whilst looking for her, he sees something that shocks him like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head. He assumed that Ozzy had been sharing a drink with a fellow guardsman for a moment before he took his hand, pressed him against the table, and kissed him in a way that he would traditionally do to a female. Something in Goji’s mind either clicked, snapped, or made some kind of movement that stunned him and locked him in place- just basically peeping on his brother and the guard until they decided to take their intimacy to a more private place. He had never seen anything like that and it seriously shocked him, locked his legs and forced him to sit down to process. He didn’t even drink, he just sorta sat at a lone table, stared into his drink, and tried to organize his thoughts. What the fuck had he just seen? Was that even allowed? How would that even work? You could do that with someone of the same sex?? Despite having laid hundreds of females by this point he had never made the connection in his mind that he could do the same to males. Implications, questions, thoughts, all molded and blended in his mind into a concoction that he could barely process. It made him feel like a virgin again. The next time he actually looks up, it’s in the direction of the males present at the party. For the first time, he looks upon them with the same eyes he looks at females with. Just seeing Ozzy with another dude shocked something very deep within him awake and now that thing was granting him the exact same reactions he would always get with Mothra or Shimo long ago. He was actually experiencing attraction to other guys- something he had no clue was even biologically possible. It was like something had just slotted into his mind, like when he finds an opponent’s weakness and finds a path to victory, like finally seeing the full picture. His mind immediately shifts gears; a night with Mothra gets shot into the back of his mind, he needed to get to the bottom of this, now. Thank the gods, an answer presents itself almost instantly, when one of his guard friends noticed him just sorta sitting in a corner and staring into a drink, one of the talkative, bright-eyed younger recruits who Godzilla enjoyed being around (mostly because it meant he didn’t have to speak much and he could listen to the guy talk about anything for hours, made graveyard shifts much more bearable) comes over to check on him, suspecting that he drank too much by virtue of him not trying to hit on any of the priestesses. Godzilla just sorta sizes him up before saying he’s fine. He decides he wants to bed this guy immediately; but subsequently slams into another roadblock- how the fuck do you flirt with guys? Did buying drinks for them work as well as it does for girls? He quickly decides yes and offers to buy him something. Once they’ve both got something in hand and Goji’s listening to him rant about the lower city, he starts to flounder in his head as to what to say to him. Again, the Gods seem to take pity on him and sends him another angel, Mothra. She comes over and joins their conversation, taking the lead and chatting up a storm with the guard. When he speaks about the new uniforms Ozzy had them wearing and how he wasn’t a huge fan of how they showed a lot of their upper bodies, Godzilla lets out a comment about how he thought he looked good in them when he tried them on. It was thinly veiled, yeah, but it also doubled as a cry for help to Mothra, who’s eyes immediately go wide and snap onto his. In about 5 seconds her face goes from shocked to confused to proud to jubilant to completely and utterly determined to get her mate in bed with this guy. She shifts the conversation to Goji, getting him to talk about his connection to Ozzy, some details of his past, old battles he’s fought, and how much he enjoys city living. She charismatically leads him through his impressive achievements as a way to entice the guy, and then has Goji deny a few out of proportion exaggerations to make him look quite humble. Finally, she finishes her drink and asks Goji to take their cups to the winemaidens. When taking the guards’ he intentionally brushes his hand against his for a second and winks at him. He takes the cups and sees Mothra head back to her priestess, the biggest fucking grin on her face as she shoots him a thumbs up. He mouths 'thank you’ back and returns to the guard leaning against the wall. He asks Goji if they should take this elsewhere, to which he attempts to hide his enthusiasm with a 'sure’. They find a secluded guest bedroom, Goji shuts the door behind them, and the guard takes a seat on the bed.

“So- have you ever done this with a guy?” He asks.

“I- no. Was it that obvious?”

“No! It’s just- I haven’t either.”

“…oh”

For a second things are awkward. Until Goji decides to just go for it and make it up as he goes; he’s too far to back out now. He goes for a kiss, just like he saw his brother do, and claims the smaller guy’s mouth roughly at first- before easing up into something more tender when he begins to pull away. Everything feels strange at first; Goji expects it to all start coming back to him after he’s done warming up, and he’ll go through the motions that he always does with females. However, that doesn’t happen. It’s not until a few hours in that he realizes this was truly different than any sexual encounter he’s had. Just by virtue of his partners’ sex being the same as his, the entire game was changed. Everything felt different, everything was different. It was intimidating, yes; but also deeply powerful in a way Goji hadn’t felt since his first run with Shimo. It was like rediscovering sex, if such a thing was even possible. Males didn’t have racks like females did, so it became more about looking for erogenous zones around their bellies or sides; eating pussy becomes sucking dick, something he’s familiar with having done to him but not doing to anyone else, but applying what feels good on him elicits a positive reaction (and sizable load) from the guard. Finally, there’s the shock of learning what he’s meant to penetrate when laying with a male. The guard assures him that it does, in fact, feel good and that this was something he wanted before he turns over onto his stomach and lets Goji work on him from the back. It takes a mustering of courage (and the guard telling him that they’d need to lubricate it first before they can progress) for Godzilla to wet his finger with saliva and test the hole. It clenches back at him hard and Goji seriously begins to doubt its ability to take him fully- until it starts to loosen up and spread as he gets more fingers in. However, the saliva quickly dries and it goes back to being rough on the guard- so Goji chances on something that always works with females. He plants his mouth at the entrance and tongues right in. The guard’s reaction is quick and instant, especially when he rubs against something he’d later learn was called a 'prostate’. He actually cums before Goji pulls his tongue out. That was all the proof Goji needed to realize that this was not actually a painful experience for him and probably felt really good. First making a mental note to experiment on himself later, he lords over him and places his member at the entrance. Whereas usually he’d dive straight in and doggystyle his girls right into the ground- he feels a strange compulsion to turn the guard on his back so he could see his face. He presses in, both parties letting cries roll from their maws as Goji stretches him out. The first thing that Goji notices is how much fucking tighter these things were than vaginas. As he gets deeper, it slowly lets up a little and becomes less overwhelming, but those first few inches of the outer anal ring continue to squeeze the life out of him. This of course came with a particularly delicious implication involving his knot: the most sensitive part of his dick was going to be nestled within the tightest part of his ass. The realization builds anticipation in his belly like a drug, and he quickly starts using his cock’s prehensile status to press against the guard’s sweet spot. Through it all, he mostly holds the guard’s stare and works through their collective pleasures together. The guard sneaks kisses against Goji’s maw, something that he would immediately get addicted to and return them later. Soon enough, the guards cries that he’s close and Goji knows to start working on getting that knot in. He thrusts as deep as he currently could and grinds it against his ring. Fighting the giddy feeling flesh-on-knot contact brings on, he presses until the outer flesh gives way and it pops in. Now, knots are meant to lock males to females; to prevent the precious cum from spilling out and not impregnating the female. They are needed because the vagina doesn’t exactly have a way to lock the cum in, they’re a lot more open than an asshole is. Locking with a fellow male feels absolutely nothing like locking with a female. With a female, the knot goes in, feels even just the beginning of the pressure and warmth of the vagina, and Goji instantly explodes into them. Shoving his knot into the outer ring of an asshole causes the surrounding flesh to give for a moment to let it in for a brief second, the sensitive bulb passes through the first ring right as the flesh returns with a vengeance and clenches, stopping it from going any further but slamming hot, roiling, rippling flesh onto every inch of the bulb. His knot feels every minor clench, every small pulse, every movement is multiplied tenfold into white hot pleasure that boils over into a mind-numbing orgasm. In the second the first clench happens, Goji’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open as incomprehensible noises conduct into some of the least dignified moans he’s ever made- voice cracking like a whip as his abs tense, his legs numb, his tongue lolls, and his eyes slit. His knot was being fucking crushed, and he is utterly floored by the sensations that come with it. He cums- maybe 3 times in a row? He slams his face down on the bed’s mattress, right to the left of the guard’s face, hands gripping his sides in spasms. Goji grits his teeth as the onslaught doesn’t let up- actually only getting worse when the guard hits his own orgasm and the hole tightens further. After a few minutes of this insane assault against his pleasure receptors are over, the intensity wanes into a blissful tingling afterglow that causes Goji’s muscles to relax, his teeth to unclench, involuntary purrs to spill from him, and his tail to go from ramrod stiffness to wagging slowly from side to side. He feels the guard lay a kiss on the side of his head, which he circles back and returns in full. After his damn knot finally deflates, he pulls out and watches the cum spill onto the floor. The guard excuses himself to clean as best as he can and Godzilla just lays on the bed and stares up at the ceiling. Half his mind is trying to process everything that just happened, and the other is recounting how fucking good that was. Both halves eventually come to an agreement to berate himself for not trying that sooner. He could’ve spent centuries getting his knot gripped like that, sucking guys off, or even taking dick up his own backdoor. Hell, he hadn’t even tried that third one yet; he really wanted to now, but opts to save it for later. Above all, he feels like he just discovered another half of one his favorite things on the planet, one with just as much to offer as the other. He ends that night with the guard flushed and sleeping against his chest, his own arms wrapped around him in turn.

(second one got a lil out of hand, I’ll be first to admit. I wanted to cover Godzilla’s 'oh shit, I like guys’ moment and also crush his knot like a vice and that required that part to be lengthy. You mentioned how it makes sense that banging Shimo first would give him the preference towards older or more experienced women; couldn’t agree more so I played it up. I’d also say that preference gets flipped on its head when men are involved, him preferring younger and generally less-experienced men than himself; makes sense why Rodan and Kong would be common partners for him. Again, I’ll expand on these later with more of the Titans.)

(Also you know Mothra was kicking her legs up on her bed like a schoolgirl that night when she realized Goji was bi, and she was fully prepared to rush to Ozzy the next morning and tell him so they could both be so proud of their brother/mate.)

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Eeeexcellent~ It’s a bit tricky to read the really long paragraphs, but I approve. Imagine Goji going into town after that revelation of a night with his first male mate/possible boyfriend, and is struck dumb by the realization that, Oh no... he’s SURROUNDED by attractive people. That housewife over there? HOT. That strapping farmer’s son hard at work? HOT. The priestesses at the temple? HOT. The soldiers? HOT. Poor Goji’s face is just

(There’s also a non-zero chance that Shimo might appear in Shamhat at some point, and while Ozzy himself likely won’t because Shamhat is separate from AbraxasVerse, Goji can still impress the one who eased him through his first rut with how much he’s improved.)

[1zashreena1]

Diego Requests an Audience -1

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess gets the rich bad boy equivalent of a call the next day from what she thought was a fairy tale of a one night stand.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and 'the code is more like guidelines' outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

Mentions of drugs/alcohol use, no actual smut in this one but references to multiple forms of sexual activity with m/f dynamics, plus size woman+fit man, early stage sugar daddy vibes, bad boys with too much money and not enough impulse control, secondary OCs, excessive swearing (???), illegal business dealings... I mean, its DIEGO

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me. If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I'm not a fan of "plot" so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

Constructive criticism is always welcome. I'm an old timer at Fandom but a baby content creator.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read @chelsfic Princess pieces first, that is the beginning.

https://chelsfic.tumblr.com/post/613340476058304512/princess-for-1zashreena1-diego-jimenez-x

https://chelsfic.tumblr.com/post/618297838815920128/princess-awakes-diego-jim%C3%A9nez-x-reader-ficlet

Last thing before Murder Panther, I promise!

Huge, tremendous, throbbing THANK YOU to @chelsfic​ !  My fanfic creator mommy, I could not and would not have done this without you or your devious reverse psychology  You're gonna have to thwack me super duper hard with a rolled up newspaper to get rid of me because ily.

Massive shoutouts to @symbiont13​ @rosee-sensuelle​ @bunnykjm​ @mandoplease​ @nicke0115​ (y’all know what you did)

You're sitting in your car on your lunch break listening to the same song for the seventh time in a row because that is a thing that you do. When you like something, you like it. The song has pounding bass, if you close your eyes you can almost imagine being in a club. You never did get to do much of that, your twenties were spent working two jobs and sleeping in your car sometimes, so your just passed birthday weekend escapade was really something else. You've never done anything like that before and it was-

Ding-DING

Your phone chirps with a text message from an unknown number. You peer at the screen with a furrowed brow, I don't know anyone in California, must be a wrong number. You open the message cautiously, who knows what kind of weirdness it might be. 

Good morning Princess

What. No. There is no way. Absolutely not possible. Un uhh. Nope.

You should come back to NYC. I want to have you again.

Holy fucking shit. Its really him. It's Diego. Its Diego of the big brown eyes, even bigger hands, and absolutely the biggest cock you have ever seen. Diego viciously-gorgeous stupefyingly-rich incredibly-dangerous exhaustingly-insatiable Jimenez. 

Whom you most definitely did not Google upon your return home only to discover that he is an international criminal. Yeah, he's criminally hot.

You really do wish that little voice in the back of your mind was helpful. 

Yes, but he was nice to you. Really not helpful. How many times did you even come that night? There was the bed, the floor, over the back of the sofa, the kitchen counter (which he referred to as 'snack time' because he ate, and wasn't that adorable), and then that kiss/invasion of your oral cavity before you left. After he made you breakfast. And gave you a pair of Ugg boots that were magically in your size because it was cold out. Okay, so he was REALLY nice.

Wait. I didn't give him my number, what the fuck.

Hi Diego

And you hit send before you can stop yourself. What in the actual fuck am I doing?

I knew you remembered me. 😉Come up here this weekend. I want you

He wants you. He said it himself. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Like, want-want? He saw you naked in broad daylight so he definitely knows what you look like. I want you, your mind just keeps repeating it. Hold up, is an international drug lord, cartel boss, top ten FBI most wanted man texting you with emojis???

I hadn't really budgeted on another trip so soon

Is that too much? Are you revealing your pathetic poor-ness and he definitely will not be into that?

Please🤚 Do you want to come?

Oh lordy, but he knows exactly how to word things. 

… I mean, yeah. Preferably repeatedly

Okay, yes, you've always been a pervert but something about this man only encourages you. Surely it wasn't how he laughed every time you made an innuendo. 

Then I've got you 💵😙 Princess👑

Do you want a hotel or stay with me?

Harrisburg is your nearest airport, yes?

Never before in your life have you had cause to use the word 'Baller' but here you are. Is he seriously going to fly me to him? Am I seriously going to go? What level of booty call is this?

Penthouse. Spoil me 😏

And yes Harrisburg. What are you going to do, fly me up there?? Lol

At this point you might as well see how far you can milk this. Also, apparently he knows where you live?

...yes. I have a private jet. I'll text you the info. We're going to have fun little girl😈

Well damn. 

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You send the entire conversation to Lisa in three screenshots. She calls you at 4:37 while she knows you're still in the car and you spend the entire drive home screaming together as best friends do. 

"I can't believe him! A private jet? Oh my god girl, you better bring home some stacks!"

"I know! Like, what the fuuuuuuuuuck! Lisa, Lisa, oh my god, Lis, what the hell should I pack?! Oh no, oh shit, I don't have any sexy pajamas!" Your high is coming crashing down. Its Tuesday, so you have two whole days to figure this out.

Her laughter is so loud it makes your speakers crackle. "After what you told me from that first night it sounds like you better pack a case of lube and an ice pack!" She dissolves into hysterics.

Well, she's not wrong. "Dude! I was so sore, I couldn't walk for days. This shit is BYOIP: Bring Your Own Ice Pack!" Lisa shrieks while you howl with laughter. 

"Okay, okay. Meet me at Macaroni Grill and we'll formulate a strategic plan of attack over carbs. We have to go to the Frederick's of Hollywood outlet." Lisa is already crafting a plan. 

"See, this is why you're my BFF!" You proclaim before you whip across three lanes of traffic to change course. 

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You take way more clothing than you could possibly need for a weekend but better safe than sorry. The private jet looks like it came straight out of a music video, you're afraid to even think about how much this costs. Hell, he even paid to have your car valet parked in the only locked and guarded parking garage at this tiny regional airport. There are all kinds of snacks and drinks on the plane, there's even a tiny galley and what looks like a daybed. Noted for later.

The driver who picks you up at the airstrip in New York is Bastian and he is pleasantly surprised that you talk to him. You're pleasantly surprised at how nice Escalades are on the inside. The last time you were in this vehicle you were a little, ahem, distracted.

Diego is extraordinarily pleased to see you wearing the Ugg boots he gave you. The man is all growly innuendo and (mostly) gentlemanly manners, the contrasts are mind-meltingly hot. The weekend passes in a blur of a good time; orgasms, a stroll through some really expensive stores, more orgasms, two clubs on Saturday night, another set of orgasms (Did I really let him finger me in a VIP booth??), your first time trying weed, a sleepy orgasm in a jacuzzi tub (Wet Diego, so gorgeous), the best brunch of your life, another first by having orgasms while on top of a man, and, just before you leave on Sunday evening, a very nice Brahmin purse that you gawked at in one of the stores on Saturday. 

Yet again, Diego corners you by the elevator and attempts to climb down your throat before you're allowed to leave. You have no complaints.

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The very next Monday you get an extremely sweet text very early in the morning thanking you for coming (all puns intended). Wednesday brings a cookie bouquet to your front door with a note stating that you don't seem like a flowers kind of girl. Incredibly early on Saturday morning is another text, he sounds like he might be a little drunk, confessing that he wants to do it again. 

You forward the message to Lisa with your own addition:

Look, all I'm saying is I'm gonna take this top shelf dick and all the gifts that come with it for as long as he wants to give it to me

It only progresses from there.

[chaotichuman0090]

"His safest place" | Kayden Vescovi x Josephine Everhart

A/n: YESSS it's finally here!!!! My first fic! 🥳🥳 Well it was done a while ago (after a lot of planning), but I'm posting it now because I finally have some spare time and space lmao.😅

That being said, I didn't expect it to be so long (no pun intended). I should've probably split it in two parts but eh...

It's been a nice experience. Might do it again sometimes. I'd also prescribe a dose of Kayden to everyone here. I mean, just take a look at him.... *whew* 🥵

Oh, by the way, tell me if you catch any mistakes or weird typos, please. (english is my second language so I might get things wrong sometime).

This is set a few months after the end of the book.

Pairing: Kayden Vescovi - MC (Josephine Everhart) | The Royal Masquerade |

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Vonberry is the name I gave to my dear bear cub, bless him! 🧡

Words: 3370

Warnings: N*FW content (basically the whole second part, no pressure; almost smut at the end of the first part too. Almost because... I just thought it would be too much for a first attempt)

Tagging: @walkerswhiskeygirl @masquerade-reimagined @kayann9

P.s. Thank you guys for your support!! I appreciate it and it helped a lot! Sorry to keep you waiting though..

I can't wait to hear what you think of this. Big hugs!

If you'd like to be tagged in future let me know!

Okay. Enjoy!!!

Annalisa paced the outside of Josephine's house, growing slightly unpatient, yet still feeling overjoyed at the thought of seeing her sister after so long.

It was well past noon when she arrived after a whole day journey. It didn't took much for her to take matter into her own hands and went to see how she's doing.

And today was a day she was looking forward to.

She scowled at herself and leaned her back against the railing and examined the little garden in front of her. Last time she had seen her sister was after King Fabian's coronation.

When she finally felt like she had enough of wating she decided to go inside, leaving the door open on her way in.

The sweet, delicious smell of fresh baked goods instantly reaches her nose as she quickly moved closer, she heard the faint sound of Josephine's voice and stops into the doorway without announcing herself yet.

"Vonberry, I told you before, you are not allowed in when I'm baking, you little... oh.." Josephine looked behind and stopped abruptly. It was safe to say she was taken aback by the person in front of her.

"Annalisa?"

She didn't have enough time to react as her sister enveloped her in a big hug that reminded them both of all the moments they've spent together at the Everhart estate.

"What... what are you doing here?" She stammered on her words, her eyes glossy and full of emotions accompanied by a big smile on her face.

"Well, forgive me for wanting to see how my dear sister is doing." Annalisa remarked quickly, puling back from the hug."I only hope you missed me just as much."

"You know what I mean." Josephine said, looking fondly at her.

"I suppose you've been quite busy."she said, looking around the messy room, with a grin on her face. There was flour and pastries of all kinds spread on the counter.

"I think I had spent all morning here."Josephine let out a long breath, the corner of her mouth curled upwards.

"Did you came all the way here alone?"She asked her sister, surprised.

"I did not came here on a fancy carriage with two white horses and dozens of sevrants anyway, if that's what you're asking." Annalisa stated with a lightly amused tone, expresing how giddy she felt about their reunion.

"I always knew you had an odd sense of humor". Josephine's eyes glimmered, matching the smirk in the corner of her mouth.

Their sweet joyful laugh echoed through the halls, in the whole house. Josephine decided to finish her task later, before joining her sister at the table, proceed on serving a cup of tea and carried on with the conversation.

"So, tell me, how did you adapt to your new life? And Kayden?" The question gained Annalisa a funny look and a quiet snort. To her disbelief she continued ..."He better treat you well or so help me-"

"Of course he does. He's... a dream come true" Josephine responded quickly, reminiscing about their wonderful, precious memories together, with a soft smile plastered on her face the whole time.

" I know, sister. I was merely joking." An easy smile replacing her previous frown.

"Anyone can see it on his face. He loves you with all his being. He would give his life only for you to be happy. It's a strong love. It's unbreakable." Annalisa said while looking her in the eyes.

"Speaking of which," Josephine spoke after a small pause. "I presume things are going well with Percival." She looked up, raising a brow, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Oh, you know how self-restraint he can be sometimes," Annalisa declared nonchalantly, "But we balance each other, since I'm an excellent lover, so to speak." She remarked with a grin, nodding proudly to herself.

A brief utterly childlike laugh escaped Josephine's lips, dissolving soon into a fit of laughter and her sister followed her soon.

"You're a breath of fresh air, Annalisa!" She said with a shake of her head.

The truth was she couldn't wait to spend the rest of the day in the company of her dear sister, catching up after long time away.

After Annalisa left, Josephine began preparing diner for her and Kayden, deciding on a delicious roasted chicken over a bed of fresh, hearty vegetables.

Everything was done by the time Kayden arrived home and she carefully put the meal on a tray with legs, picking out a few baked rolls as well, and took them to the table.

Needless to say the food tasted delicious as usuall, the rich aroma of the dish making her mouth water.

They ate in comfortable silence, listening to the wind gusting through the tree branches outside.

He watched her pick a small piece of meat off with her fingers and pop it into her mouth, chewing slowly.

A sweet smile reached her lips as she looked up at him, watching his hand that is holding the wine glass while picking at the food in his plate.

"I can tell your mind is full of busy thoughts without reading it. How can I help?" Josephine asked with evident concern, placing her hand on top of his.

Kayden looked down at their hands and mumbled something inchoerent, then cleared his throat.

He gave a quick shrug as a response while keeping his eyes on the table, looking lost in thoughts.

Slowly, he stood, and rounded the table to her, offering his hand. After a few moments she took it and he helped her stand but didn't go anywhere.

"Dance with me?" The question left his lips hesitantly, almost like he tried to restain his desire.

She agreed, allowing him to twirl her around, soon developing into a mix of passion and heavy, graceful footsteps without the steady drum of music.

They moved together, her arched back over a bridge of emotions, relishing the way their breath quicken with each step, feet guiding them across the floor, spinning, dibs, slow sways and more.

They danced for a while, the candlelight flickering shadows across the room. Nither of them said anything, feeling content with the silence.

Kayden was holing her, but not the way he held her the first time they danced, months ago, or even after that. He didn't hold her like she was his saving grace, his light in a world of darkness. Instead he held her softly and sweetly like they've been lovers for years. Like she was his safest place.

Josephine held him back that way, as she imagined a wife would hold her husband, lovingly, wrapping her arms tighter around him, closing her eyes and leaning in to rest her head on his chest.

Kayden welcomed her embrace, holding her tighter as well.

Their pace slowed and they stayed in one place , moving as only seemed natural.

"I love how we're always in perfect sync". Josephine said with a small smile playing on her lips.

Kayden did not reply to her straight away, instead he debates on a way to express his next words.

"With all the time I spent working these past few days," he continued carefully "I neglected you."

"Forgive me." Kayden's voice sounded tense and concerned for a moment; he looked deeply into her eyes, before kissing the top of her head.

"You need a break you know" Josephine gave a quiet sigh then raised on her tip toes to give him a delicate kiss filled with desire and devotedness, her hands sliding from his jaw to his hair, lips not breaking apart as their emotions took hold on them.

"I am taking a break now and... plainly wishing you would join me in our room later." His breathless, husky voice was close to her ear now, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"Careful, Kayden. I might just keep you there for good." Josephine went on, waiting for a reaction from him. Kayden just raised an eyebrow at her and smiled subtly.

"Or perhaps I have planed to spend my night with a new book." She teased , exchanging a smile with him.

"I don't believe that even for a moment." He murmured in a deep and low voice, his warm breath close to her forehead.

The two of them were aware of the unconditional love they held for each other. They whisperd it with each glance of their eyes and each brush or their lips.

Kayden was open now. He told her many things, stories of his life when he was a child, growing up at the Vescovi estate, as his father son, still unsuitable for that also. He told her how that place became devoid of any significance, of life, as he grew older and more resentful by it every day.

Josephine understood that he'd been spurred on by whispers of untold secrets and the unmistakable feeling of guilt and inadequacy resting on his shoulders for too long.

It brought her back to the realization that he was still haunted by old pains. Things that happened in the past that he'll never get over. She couldn't bear to watch that pain flood his eyes, not again. It would not be the reason it came back again.

But she knew well that whatever was holding him back before, would not hold him back from now on. In a whole chaotic and nosy world, they managed to find each other. She swore to cherish every moment she has by his side.This world has already lost its magic for some, that she knew.

Spine tingling sansations, carrying so much emotion that she believed they'd had both gotten enough, still they find themselves observing the backside of his palm reaching out to the surface of her neck, under her ear before leaning forward to place a few more kisses and soft bites. Truthfully, she was unable to find the right words, her whole body burning with passion as she felt a flooding urge in other hidden places, that Kayden was well aware of.

"You've had a long day too. What is absolutely necessary right now is a... foot massage." His tone making it plain he meant more than he said."I believe that would be rather satisfying."

That sounded more like a promise, she thought.

She hummed in agreement, followed by a short laugh, her head hiden in the crock of his neck.

"I'm glad you find me amusing" Kayden quipped instantly. Not waiting for another response, he lowered her in a graceful dip, her long hair now swaying close to the floor.

Josephine can only stare up into those impossibly beautiful brown eyes, watching with bated breath as they morph into her own, seeing their entire future layed out.

Kayden pulls her back with him squeezing her hands gently before releasing them and took a step back. His eyes lingered on her with anticipation of his next words.

He was tall, ethereal, intimidating and formidable to her.

"Take off your dress!" said Kayden, his voice soft but demanding, nodding to her simple thin red dress that she had on.

Josephine starts to strip the material off her skin, taking her time, while silently enjoying his half-lidded eyes still gazing hungrily over her. Upon seeing the way he was looking at her sent shivers down her spine.

Soon after she's done and left only in her undergarments, Kayden moves closer to her and brushed the hair from her face, sweeping all of it over one shoulder before gripping it in a strong fist like he can't hold back anymore.

He crashed his lips down on hers, his hands burried withing the strands of hair, urging her towards him. His other hand pressed at the small of her back and drew her closer, just as he angled his head to kiss her deeper, mingling their scents along with their lips.

Josephine felt like she was losing not only her footage but also her mind. She griped onto his broad shoulders, trying to get even closer, if that was possible.

He hummed something against her that got drowned in a kiss, but whatever he wanted to say was not important, she gathered as his lips moved down to her neck, tracing the pulse pounding against her skin with his tongue. A soft moan found its way out of her parted lips as Kayden firmly gripped her waist, trailing kisses down the exposed skin along the way, making her back arch up.

He took a moment to let her breath and, with a quick movement, tossed his shirt to the side,while she starts undoing the buttons of his trousers, letting them drop to the floor.

They stumbled carelessly around, heading for the bed, Kayden letting them both fall onto the soft matress. Their limbs were entangled together, under the warm quilts of the bed, hidden from sight; it was a special moment which only they were witness to.

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It was well past midnight when Josephine woke up suddenly, sensing the coolness of the room that was illuminated only by the starlight and the bright moon through the tiny window, casting them in blue shadows. She turned around in bed and sat still, rubbing her eyes and blinking slowly and just laid there wondering what cound have interrupted her sleep this early but did not ponder over it too much.

Shortly after, she found herself musing on the unforgettable events from last night, blood rushing to her cheeks at the thought. Looking over at Kayden who was still sleeping soundlessly next to her, his lower body covered by the blanket and his arm draped over her side of bed.

She had a crooked, sleepy grin on her face and brought her hand up to his face, touching his lower lip with the tip of her finger.

She was looking at him in awe, taking in the smoothness of his features illuminated by the moonlight. Kayden. Her Kayden.

After a few moments of deliberation she moved carefully, not to disturbe him, and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

Gently touching his cheek, she ever so slightly brushed her lips against his jaw. Of course he was too deep in his sleep to notice but it made her heart dance.

She then began nipping at his ear lobe, softly, with just a right hint of passion, then worked her way back, trailing lingering kisses from his stubbled jaw to his neck, down to his defined collarbone.

Josephine's hands travel from his chest down to the taut muscles of his stomach, sliping lower, caressing him through the material of his briefs and he harden further beneath her touch.

She could feel his arousal where she was straddling him as she pressed down on his hips, and it sent a bolt of heat straight to her core. She drew a slow, careful breath and her hands tightened around his shoulders.

A grunt slipped out of his parted lips, the sound matching the dark look in his now open eyes. He always found appealing that lascivious yet lovely look on her.

He lifted his hips, pressing his hardness against her and Josephine sighed and instinctively rolled her hips against him in return. Kayden hissed against her lips and his hands moved down, holding her tightly to him as he repeated the action.

Kayden kept his eyes closed momentarily and he took a deep breath, and then his eyes opened. Holding her gaze he rolled her on her back in a swift movement and pinned her beneath him before grabbing her face and slammed his lips to her.

This kiss was almost explosive, with the way they’d been teasing each other all day, and she moaned when Kayden nibbled on her lower lip before he dragged his mouth down her neck to the sensitive spot there. She practically melted against him, and she felt him smile against her as he tugged at her skin with his teeth, then lavished the spot with his lips and tongue.

Shifting his body and lowering his head, he circles her nipple with his tongue before tugging gently with his teeth, heaving her instantly whimper softly and arching into him.

"Ohh, don't stop." She gasped, panting for breath, her heart hammering in her chest, not daring to look away.

"Oh, I assure you, we're not finished yet." Kayden said, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips as he does so. He gave her that smoldering, piercing gaze that made her swallow hard and made a shiver run down her spine.

She knows that he's playing with her, making her wait when she can hardly bare it.

"I need you... please." her voice broke in a throaty whisper, and hearing that was all it took for him to stop and look at her one more time before his touch stirred every nerve in her body and brain.

She drew a sharp breath as he entered her in one, long, steady push; pulling all the way out, before he slid inside her again until he filled her completely.The muscles of her thighs tremble and then relax as his thumb massaged high on her inner thigh while his mouth worked its magic. 

Kayden quickly wraps a hand around her wrists and pins them above her head as he thrusts his hips into her, picking up his pace. Instantly she noticed that his eyes held a row intensity, never looking away from her.

Josephine savored the feeling of him inside her, moving only to lock her legs around his waist and pull him deeper.

Repositioning a hand between them, his fingers moved with purpose, using firm movements that weren’t too hard; slow enough to draw things out, but fast enough to keep building her pleasure.

He felt her tighten around him as he continued to thrust deeper into her, the action setting off another shattering moan from her.

A deep groan escaped his lips as the tension inside him coiled tightly and his thrusts becoming more erratic every passing second.

His hips now jolted hers, spearing her with each thrust until she was reduced to shuddering gasps.

"Kayden!" She gasped, barely able to get his name out, her toes curling and back arching into him as pleasure radiated throughout her body.

Kayden followed her shortly and, after a few more deep strokes, his body went rigid, shuttering in pleasure as he found its release, breath hitching and fingers digging into her flash.

Right after that, he collapsed on top of her with a heavy sigh, burying his head in her chest, still moving shallowly into her spent body, while she tenderly ranks her fingers through his hair, crooning at him.

He took a few moments to breath, then rissing up slowly, his strong arms supporting him above her, he kissed her swollen lips twice and paused and gave her a look that Josephine could only describe as love.

"What is it, love? Are you well?" She asked but he knew she was just teasing now from the evident gleam in her eyes.

"Trust me, I am. I'm just... taking you in." He whispered, not being able to retain the intimate tone in his voice.

"But I think I'll spare you the details." He chuckled when her face flamed up a little, being aware that she caught on the hint.

After what seemed like ages he moved himself from atop her, settling on his side and tugged the sheets around their bodies before wrapping her tightly up against his chest while pressing himself in closer somehow, to her, despite already leaving no space between them.

Josephine could sense the corners of Kayden's lips lifting up to a small smile before silence fell between them. She let herself get confortable in his soothing arms, in the quietness of their house, savoring the blissful afterglow, as every bone in her body relaxed and her covered chest slowly rose and fell, gentle breaths escaping her mouth.

The world can wait, Josephine thought. As far as she's concerned this man in her bed is the only world that matters, and she intends to give him just as much love and care, if not more so, as he gifts her.

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

For the smut prompts, 9 & 11 for Ben and Richie PLEASE we need more trashstack content

Hey! So I heard there’s a Trashtack Appreciation Weekend going on so I figured today was a good day to post this prompt. 

This is some straight up NSFW so it’s going under the cut. Enjoy!!!

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”, “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

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Richie squirmed in his seat, swallowing a groan when the vibrations started again. He had already lost count of how many times Ben had pushed him to the edge, only to turn off the vibrator just as he was about to come, leaving Richie gasping and on the verge of tears.

Richie stared at Ben, trying to catch his eye so he could silently beg for release, but his boyfriend was completely focused on Mike, listening to him talk about his plans to remodel the library. His face was the perfect example of innocence⎯ neither Mike nor Bill would be able to guess that there was a small remote in his pocket that he had been using to torment Richie throughout their dinner. 

It was Richie’s idea. 

He was the one who bought the vibrator and suggested they tried it tonight while their friends were visiting. Ben had accepted with a shy, curious smile, like any time Richie suggested that they try something new. He stretched Richie out with his fingers until he could slide the toy inside and then tested out the settings while he fucked Richie with it. 

Richie thought he would be able to come once before dinner, to take the edge off and help him make it through the night. But then the doorbell rang and Ben turned the vibrator off, kissed Richie’s spine and rushed downstairs to let their guests in, leaving Richie alone to catch his breath and try to get his dick to calm down long enough to get his pants back on. It was fucking hard, pun absolutely intended, when everytime he moved the toy pressed against his prostate.

“Hey Richie. Are you okay? You’re quiet tonight.” Bill said, peering curiously at him. 

“I’m fine, Big Bill.” Richie said, giving Bill a smile that was meant to be reassuring but he could tell his friend wasn’t convinced. He knew how he looked⎯ splotches of red in his cheeks, lower lip bitten red, eyes bright and slightly unfocused, a sheen of sweat across his forehead. He just hoped Mike and Bill thought it was because he was coming down with something and not because he was turned on beyond belief. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah Billy, just tired. Your mom really wore me out last- oh fuck.” Richie cursed when Ben picked that exact moment to change the setting of the toy to a faster one. 

“Richie?” Mike asked with a note of concern.

“I’m fine, Mikey.” Richie said, voice shaking slightly.

“You don’t look fine.” Ben said, staring at him with a worried frown, but Richie could see the playful glint in his eyes. He was really regretting telling Ben to go crazy with it when he gave him the toy.

Richie stared right back at him, some kind of please I can’t take it anymore in his eyes. The toy was buzzing incessantly against his prostate, making his dick leak excessively in his pants. It was too much and Richie was too close. He didn’t know how he was going to hide his orgasm from his friends, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to come. He was so close, he could feel it, he⎯

“Motherfucker!” He cried out when Ben turned off the toy just as he was about to blow his load. 

Mike and Bill stared at him in confusion while Ben tried to hide his smirk behind his hand. How his friends still hadn’t caught on, Richie didn’t know. All he knew was that he couldn’t take it anymore.

“I think you guys are right. I’m not feeling so good, I'm⎯” His voice cracked when he stood up and felt the toy shift inside him. He lowered the hem of his shirt over his crotch to hide the bulge in his jeans. “I think I’m gonna go lie down for a bit.”

After one last desperate look at Ben, Richie practically ran upstairs, cursing under his breath when the toy shifted inside him and his jeans dragged against his erection. He stepped into the bathroom,  splashing cold water against his face in an attempt to calm down.

A knock on the door startled him.

“Rich?” Ben said from the other side. “Are you okay?” He pushed the door open, stepping inside.“Fuck Richie, you look⎯”

“Like a fucking mess?“ 

“Fucking hot.” Ben finished, moving to stand behind Richie, their eyes meeting through the mirror. Ben stared at him with a hungry fire in his eyes that sent a shot of arousal down Richie’s spine. 

“You worked me really hard down there.” He said with a shaky laugh. “I was ready to come in my fucking pants, man.”

Ben let out a growl, pushing his hips against Richie’s ass, letting him feel the thick line of his erection. “No one gets to see you come but me.” The low, possessive tone went straight to Richie’s dick, making it twitch inside his jeans.

“Ben.” He whined. Ben was slowly rolling his hips against Richie, pushing the toy deeper inside him. “Please, I need⎯ please make me come. I can’t take it anymore.”

Ben grinned, pressing a kiss to the back of Richie’s neck. “I got you, sweetheart.”

One of his hands disappeared from Richie’s hips to reach into his pocket and then the toy whirred back to life. 

Richie let out a strangled cry, gripping the sink to keep himself upright as the vibrator picked up speed until his entire body was shaking alongside with it. He pushed his ass back against Ben’s hips, fucking himself with the toy. Ben’s hand reached around him, palming Richie’s cock through his jeans. He was so hard after being edged for so long, precome was beading at the tip, Richie could feel it dragging against the wet spot on his boxers. His prostate was throbbing from the stimulation. He was so close, he was going to come, heat was burning low in his stomach, he whined. Fuck yes yes yes⎯

Then it all stopped.

The hand on his dick was gone, the toy stopped vibrating and Ben took a step back, leaving Richie with no way to press against him and fuck himself with it. 

“No, fuck.” Richie  groaned, panting heavily. Ben was staring at him with raw desire, looking like he wanted to eat him up. “Ben, please. I can't⎯ I can’t take it anymore.” He sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling a few tears slide down his face. “You’re killing me.”

“What do you want, Rich?” He asked, pressing his front against Richie’s back again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come.” Richie said, his voice a desperate whisper. “Please baby, no more teasing. I just need you to make me come.”

Ben nodded before undoing Richie’s pants and sliding his hand inside, wrapping it around Richie’s dick and giving it a few strokes. “Fuck, you’re so hard.” Ben groaned, running his thumb over the slit, causing Richie to moan. 

“Mmm yes. Fuck Ben yes.” Richie whimpered, pushing forward against his hand. 

“Yeah. Is this what you want, sweetheart?” Ben whispered against his ear. “Or do you want something else? Come on, tell me.”

Richie drew in a shuddering breath, trying to think through the haze in his brain. “I want⎯ Your mouth.”

“On your cock?” Ben asked, kissing his neck. Richie shook his head. “Where? Tell me.”

“On my⎯ fuck. I want you to eat me out. Please.”

Ben moaned, licking his lips. “Okay.” He said, shoving Richie’s pants and underwear down his legs. “Try to stay quiet, understand? We still have guests downstairs.”

Richie nodded, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Ben pressed one last kiss to his neck before kneeling on the floor. He spread Richie’s legs apart and ran his hands up and down the dark hair that covered his thighs. Richie was breathing heavily, body taut with anticipation. When Ben’s thumb finally circled Richie’s hole, where it was stretched around the toy, he felt an electric shock go through him, a low whine escaping him at the small touch.

Ben hummed in appreciation. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” He muttered, pressing his thumb against the base of the toy, pushing it deeper inside and causing Richie’s hips to stutter forward. He fucked the vibrator into him, the silicone dragging against Richie’s abused hole and making his knees weak.

Then Ben was grabbing Richie’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart and licking around the toy.

“Oh my god.” Richie moaned, gripping the sink harder. “Fuck Ben, you're⎯ fuck. I need more.”

Ben pulled back and Richie felt like crying for a second, but then he was carefully removing the toy and tossing it aside. A loud gasp escaped Richie at the empty feeling, after such a long time of being filled.

But that feeling didn’t last long because soon he felt Ben’s tongue pushing against his entrance. He was loose from the toy and Ben’s tongue slid inside easily, then back out again until he was fucking Richie. 

His beard dragged against the already sensitive skin as he ate him out and had Richie biting down on his fist to keep from screaming. 

“Ben, baby I’m gonna come.” He choked out, pushing his hips back, fucking himself on Ben’s tongue. “Please let me come, please, I need⎯”

“Yeah, come for me, Rich.” Ben told him, voice hoarse and rough. “You were so good, sweetheart." 

Richie whimpered at the praise. His dick was leaking steadily against his stomach, the tip red and glistening. He wanted to reach down and stroke himself, but if he let go of the sink his legs would give out underneath him.  

"Ben, touch me. Please touch me, baby." 

Ben shifted behind him. Richie expected to feel his hand around his cock or maybe playing with his balls⎯ what he didn’t expect was Ben pressing the vibrating toy against the tip of his cock. 

"Jesus, fuck!” Richie couldn’t help but cry out as he came, exploding against the sink, his chest and even his chin.

When Richie stopped shaking Ben stood up, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his clothed erection to his naked ass. Richie’s dick gave a pathetic twitch. 

“That was amazing.” Richie said, slumping back against Ben and giving him a lazy grin through the mirror. 

Ben chuckled. “Yeah? I didn’t push you too hard?”

“Oh yeah. But I loved it.” He said, angling his head so he could kiss Ben’s jaw. Then he sighed happily. “Thanks for going along with my crazy ideas.”

“Anytime, Rich.”

They stood there like that until Richie’s breathing slowed down, which was hard when he could feel Ben subtly rolling his hips against him, looking for release. 

When his muscles started working again, he turned around and kissed Ben. His mouth tasted like the strawberry lube that he used to open up Richie hours ago. 

“Do you want me to blow you?” He asked, pulling back slightly, his tongue poking out to lick his lips. Ben’s eyes followed the movement and Richie was sure he was going to take him up on his offer, but then he shook his head. 

“Why don’t you jump in the shower?" 

Richie pouted, eyes darting down, towards the outline of Ben’s dick in his pants where he was still hard. "But what about you?”

“Well. I’m gonna go tell Bill and Mike that you aren’t feeling very well, see them out and then,” He grinned at Richie. “I’m gonna come back here and fuck you in the shower.”

Richie gulped loudly, his dick twitching feebly. 

Yeah, that was definitely a better idea.

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Notebook or Post-It -(Kamjie) -[Chapter 2] - Black_Magic

Hey guys, here is chapter 2. It gets a little steamy, so be prepared. SMUT WARNING!

After finishing off the rest of the bottle, we made the responsible decision to go back to the hotel. Luckily, we happened to not drink a bunch. It was a relief to be walking straight and not stumbling over our own feet. “Hey, thanks for the drinks.” Kameron turned to me and smiled, showing his gorge…..I mean nice pearly white teeth.

“No problem, Vanj.” We got to the hotel and walked up the old wooden stairs to the second floor. Our rooms were near each other. Two other rooms separated us. Michelle and Yvie. Yvie goes back and forth between our leg of the tour, and the other one. The winner has to be flexible for all of the fans, pun not intended. I know that bitch has got to be asleep by now. I saw how exhausted she was after the show.

Anyways, we stood at Kameron’s door. I didn’t want to end the night yet. It was still early. “Well, Kam, I guess this the end of a fun night.”

He pulled me into a warm hug. I didn’t have to think twice about hugging him back. I was waiting for one all night. I have to admit, Kameron is one of the best huggers I know. I think the others would be Momma Alexis, Michelle, and…..someone I will not mention. I won’t think about him. I shouldn’t do that anymore. I need to live in the present so I can stop feeling sorry for myself. “Yeah, I guess it is.” I realized that this might be too long of a hug for friend standards, so I let go and tried to pull away. Try is the key word. Kameron held onto my arms so we were still in contact with each other. “We don’t have to end the night yet.”

My heart skipped a beat. He’s trying to make the night last longer too! “Yeah, I guess you’re right. What exactly did you have in mind?” Child, when I tell you my heart was beating as fast as I can dance. It sounded so loud, I thought Kameron could hear it too.

“Wanna come in for a few rounds?” He said in a low voice. It almost sounded like a whisper. His voice sounded hoarse. It made my whole body tense up. I can’t say no.

“Yeah, I’m down.” Kameron released me from his strong grip and lead me into his dark hotel room. He switched the light on and walked to his bed, taking his jacket off and throwing it on the bed beside his bags. I followed and sat on his bed while he searched through his bag for something. He pulled out a black DS from his bag and handed it to me. He grabbed one for himself and turned it on.

I know what you were thinking. I bet you’re disappointed. Well guess what? So was I! “We do five rounds of Mario Kart and then do whatever we want.” I nodded and let Kameron set up the game. The first round started and I put my game face on. Obviously, I won the first round. Although, two more rounds go by and I realized it wasn’t luck. He let me win first and the other four times, Kameron won by a long shot.

It wasn’t too bad, though. I’ll tell you why, because I got some tea to spill, sis! While we were playing round two, I had moved closer to him so we were touching. Kameron did take a second to look at what I was doing. That caused him to fall into second place and he had to get back into first.

Right before the third round, Kameron linked our arms together. I thought it was a sign of him wanting to be physically closer. We did round three. Nothing really happened. Just us racing around. I finished in second, almost passing Kameron on the last turn. After that race was done, Kameron chuckled. “Bitch, why are you laughing?”

“No reason, girl.” He bit his lip, which kind of distracted me.

What round are we on now? Oh, right! It’s the fourth round. So our arms are still linked together. Which if you are someone who wants to win, but flirt at the same time, you use it to your own advantage. Kameron decided he was going to jerk me around while we’re linked together. It caused trouble for me. He made it difficult for me. I tried to do it back, but Kameron is too strong. He stayed solid like a damn statue. No surprise, but that cheating whore won again.

I unlooped my arm from Kameron so we were both free. I had an idea. This is where the fun begins. It’s the last race and tensions are high. Well, not really. Not for Kameron………yet. The damn key word is yet, bitch! We start the last round. The room fills with the sounds of the games. I let the first lap happen without any distractions. With the second one, I began with my plan to distract Kameron so I could win. I glanced at him a few times. He was sucked in and focused on the screens.

I blew at his face. He blinked his eyes and nudged me. I blew softly at his ear. “Quit that, Vanj.” I began to poke at his side. He squirmed and tried not to laugh. “I’m serious, stop doing that.” By now I’m not paying attention and Kameron won again. “What is up with you? Are you being a sore loser?” I shrugged, not really having an answer for that. “Not answering, huh? Fine, I’ll make you answer.” I jumped up and ran towards the door. Kameron grabbed me and threw me back on the bed. He jumped on top of me, hovering over me on his hands and knees. I laughed nervously, dreading what he would do. “Something funny?” I continued to laugh and shook my head. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No, bitch.” I said in between laughing. One of his hands moved from the side of my head to my waist. I involuntarily squirmed. “Wait, don’t touch me there.” He squeezed his hand causing me to squirm again with a giggle. “No, bitch! I’m super ticklish.” Kameron’s smile changed into an evil smirk. “Kam, don’t you dare!” It was no use because he sat on my legs before ticking me. He made sure I couldn’t escape his little “attack.” I couldn’t stop laughing. I found it hard to catch my breath. He stopped tickling my sides and I took half breaths while trying not to laugh more.

“Are you good?” I nodded, not taking full breaths. “Aren’t you gonna breathe, bitch?” I shook my head frantically. “You afraid I’ll tickle you again?” I nodded my head. “I’ll let you take a few breaths, go ahead.” I cautiously let myself inhale and exhale normally. Without warning, he tickled me again as I suspected. I was moving my whole body to try and get away. I couldn’t leave. He had me pinned, only using his legs.

“Ok, ok!” Kameron stopped to listen. I mumbled I wanted him to stop. He moved so he was lying on top of me. He asked what I said. “Bitch, I said-” I took a moment to breathe and giggle. “I said truce. I’m exhausted from laughing. I couldn’t breathe.”

Kameron smiled and agreed to stop with the tickle attack. He reached his hand up to fix my hair. I guess I messed it up when I was squirming around. Our eyes met and we stilled all movements. Our gazes held. I feel more connected to Kam from how many times we looked into each other’s eyes tonight. That especially includes right now since we’re alone together. “You know how people say I’m the trade of season ten?”

“That’s because you are, Kam.” He rolled his eyes at me. I guess he was trying to have a moment.

“My point is, I watched season eleven. I thought you were fierce. I thought for sure you should have been in the top four.” I smiled at him. I can’t believe he thinks that.

“That’s not all. I observed every single person in that room. None were like you. I think you’re the trade of season eleven.” I felt my face heat up, signaling I was blushing.

“Is this your way of flirting with me? Skipping the cheesy stuff and going straight to telling me I’m trade.”

Kameron snickered and met my eyes again. “Yeah, is it working?”

I brought my hand up so it gripped the back of his neck. I brought him down closer to me with no resistance. I captured his lips with anticipation. I had been craving his soft lips all night. We broke away. I felt my body freeze. Fuck, what did I just do! Did I make a mistake? “Does that answer your question?”

Kameron closed his eyes for a moment. Almost as if he needed to gain control of himself. Which, I think was the case. When he opened them, I felt chills go through my body. His eyes were a shade darker and his pupils were dilated. His lips were parted and I could see he had goosebumps on his body. At this point, I could feel a need rise in me. I want that was so strong. Kameron lowered himself again to kiss me. I reciprocated, and went along with his slow, yet agonizing pace. I wanted more. I needed more. My body craved his skin against mine. He picked up the speed of the kiss and I felt his hands roam over my body.

There was a voice in the back of my head telling me to stop. I pulled away and pushed on his chest, as if I was gonna hold him back. “Don’t start something you wouldn’t finish.” My voice sounded hoarse. I scared myself because I almost didn’t recognize my own voice. I can’t believe my body is reacting this way. We were just making out. Nevertheless, I had stopped him in fear that we would regret doing this. “I want you, Jose.”

That’s all the confirmation I needed. Once I let go, he attacked my lips again. His hands were roaming my body once again. They trailed down my sides, slowly making his way to my hips. All the while, he bit my lower lip, which caused a moan to erupt from my throat. He used that opportunity to slip his tongue in.

His roaming hands went under my shirt. He stopped kissing me, which gave me the chance to quickly catch my breath. He tugged on the end of my shirt. I opened my eyes to see what he wanted for me to do. I assumed we had to undress now. “Take everything off.” He left the bed and waited for me. I slid off like he did and took my shirt off. He joined in and we both stripped together. I kicked off my boxers and saw Kameron just finished too.

Kameron approached me and continued our hot make out from earlier. My right hand rubbed over his chest, occasionally brushing his nipples. My left trailed down his muscular body down to his half hard cock. I took the time to give it attention and stroked it. He reacted with a small moan, but gripped my ass. This caused my semi hard cock to grow harder. I then stroked both of ours at the same time.

He lead me backwards until I felt the edge of the bed hit the back of my legs. We slowly crawled on so our lips won’t part just yet. I let my back hit the cool comforter of the bed, which smelled of bleach.

I felt him catch my tongue in between his teeth. My whole body reacted. My lower half bucked into his. We both parted suddenly as Kameron moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. I moved so his leg was in between my thigh. He wrapped an arm around my back to help me sit up. My hands gripped his shoulders as I moved to create friction for the both of us. A moan could be heard from the room. I was gone from the pleasure, so I had no clue who it came from. We found a rhythm to follow. My lips parted as I moaned. It felt so good, just grinding into his leg. “Oh, fuck.”

Eventually, it wasn’t enough. We were aching for more. “Get on your stomach.” I did as I was told. It was then that I realized our legs were we from precum. That drove me crazy. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He reached into the drawer next to the bed. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom. He  opened the bottle and squirted some on his fingers and around my hole. I jumped, forgetting how cold it felt. He chuckled, obviously amused by this. “Alright, here we go.”

He inserted the first digit slowly. I moaned as he moved it in and out. “More, I need more.” He did as I requested and added the second. “Oh yeah, that’s it.” He pumped his fingers, earning a satisfied moan from me. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his fingers. He did have to do much work to stretch me out. He removed his fingers from me. I whined, missing the contact. I looked behind me and watched him open the wrapper. He rolled the condom on and eagerly lubed himself up. I smiled, feeling eager as well. He put more lube on me, just in case. He lined up and pushed all the way in. “Shit, fuck!” He waited for me to get used to him.

“You good?” I had buried my face into the bed.

“Yeah, now move.” He moved at a moderate place. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck me, Dane.” Kameron was moaning his own profanities. I couldn’t speak much. He felt so good. I could hear our skin slapping together. “Oh, oh fuck!”

“Fuck, Jose you feel great.” I gripped the fabric of the bed. I moaned, loving the compliment.

“Fuck, go faster. Fuck me harder!” I said into the bed. He heard me clearly because he pounded harder and faster into me, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Fuck, Dane!” Those were the only words that made sense to me. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Kameron pounding into me. I think he was going hard enough to move the creaking bed. I definitely felt my body move with his. We were in sync with each other.

Kameron moved on of my legs up. I felt him adjust his angle some. He pulled almost all out before pounding into me again. “Fuck!” We both yelled. My body went into overdrive. He found my prostate and kept hitting it. “Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Fuck, Dane. Yeah, right there! I’m getting close!” I could feel it in my gut. I reached under me to stroke my throbbing cock that was begging for attention. I stroked it in time with his thrusts. Within a minute, I came hard on the bed. “Shit!”

A few more thrusts, and he followed suit. He moaned, stopping all movements. After he came down from his climax, he pulled out of me and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I had my eyes closed, feeling exhausted.

He eventually came back and flipped me over. He helped me stand up so he could take off the top comforter. He cleaned me off with a towel and helped me lie down on the bed. He joined me, sighing as his head hit the pillow. We looked at each other and smiled. “Go to sleep. You’ve had an eventful night.” I nodded and curled into Kameron’s warm body. I felt myself quickly drift off to sleep while he combed his fingers through my damp hair.

[imsopaigeyo]

Reputation: Part 1

Shawn Mendes smut

Request: smut where Shawn is inexperienced and (y/n) helps in through it.

Sorry if I strayed too far away from the request

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Shawn’s POV

“I’m so glad you came out tonight man!” Justin yelled over the roaring crowd. “The hottest chicks are coming out tonight, I’ll make sure to put a good word in for you.” He said elbowing my side. I look around at all the familiar, famous faces.

“That’s okay man, I’m not really looking for a hook up tonight” I shrug off his offer. Offers like his seem to be coming up more and more lately and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’m not one to take advantage of the easy access to sex that’s come along with my fame. In all honesty the thought of pointless hook ups turn me off, especially because I don’t think I could properly handle myself within one.

While yes I have slept with some people, but only a few, and those were people whom I had a relationship with for a while. Hook ups just certainly were not my style.

“Let’s see how you feel when my next guest gets here.” Justin said winking at me. “I invited her with you specifically in mind. Leah Jayde. Everybody who’s anybody has gone through a round with her. She’s one of the hottest industry groupies, and one of the wildest.” Justin gossips and I feel sick.

I’m not sure what it is about the conversation that makes me sick, maybe it’s the way he’s taking about a girl, or maybe it’s the fact that I’m expected to behave this way as well.

“Speak of the devil.” Justin catches my attention and points toward the entrance and in walks one of the most beautiful women I have seen in my entire life. A tall curvy frame, with perfect golden skin. Long brown hair and the most enchanting smile. Everyone around her is glancing at her, smiling, saying hello. I notice one guy walk passes her and grab her inappropriately and her smile fades for a split second and it’s as if all the life left her body and then returned a second later. Her smile returned as she turned to give the perpetrator a wink and a wave.

“Have you?” I turn to Justin who is eyeing her up and down, I wonder if I had looked as piggish as he did at that very moment. He snaps out of his gaze and looks at me for a spilt second before taking another glimpse at her and she made her way passed us toward the bar. “Have you hooked up with her?”I ask more directly.

Justin laughs and makes eye contact with me again, this time more firm. “Everyone has.” He says once again making me sick.

“She’s stunning.” I state not knowing what else to say.

“Wait till you see her with her clothes off” Justin jokes. “In fact I can give you glimpse right now if you would like.” He goes to pullout his phone and I stop him.

“No man I’m good” I say. Even if she was as loose as Justin made her out to be, I didn’t want to look at her like that with out her permission.

“Dude. Everyone’s seen, she sent them to one of my back up dancers and he leaked it. She wasn’t even mad about it either, she practically thanked him for it after it got her another 100k on Instagram.” Justin starts going on scrolling through his phone.

“I don’t want to see it, I’m not into that.” I stand my ground and Justin throws his hands up in protest.

“Alright man that’s fine. It’s better you see it for the first time in person anyway.” He begins and before I can cut him off he yells her name and she turns around looking directly our way.

This time I notice her eye. A gorgeous brown even more captivating than her smile. She looks at me directly and my breath is taken away and my knees begin to weaken as she makes her way over to us.

“Justin” she smiles and the sound of her voice nearly knocks me over. Smooth yet raspy. Soft yet stern.

“Leah my darling, I’m sure you know about my friend Shawn here don’t you.” He said throwing his arm around her and pulling her much too close.

“Absolutely she says making strong eye contact with me showing her beautiful smile yet again. “I’m a big fan.” She says holding out her hand.

I grab her hand with ease. Her skins is incredibly smooth. Her smalls hand in mine seem cold but they relax me.

“Thank you.” I smile letting her hand go much to my dismay.

“Why don’t you take Shawn up to one of the guest rooms and show him a good time before the party. He needs loosened up.” He nudges her and my eyes widen at his words.

I see her smile briefly fade and my inside churn knowing it’s because of me.

“Justin I didn’t...” I start to defend myself but before I could finish she cuts me off with another smile, but this one less genuine.

“It would be my pleasure” she says stepping forward grabbing my shirt ever so slightly. Her touch takes my words away along with my breath. She starts to walk toward the stairs as I reluctantly follow for her grip on my body gives me little choice. I don’t think I could pull if I tried for her trace on me was strong. I look back at Justin in disbelief and he gives me a thumbs up.

The further we get up the stairs the sicker I feel. Not at the thought of being with her, but at the thought of taking part in violation of her. This beautiful women who everyone seems to use as toy. The more I think the worse I feel, but no words are coming to my mouth to stop this. As we make our way into a room much like a hotel set up with a large bed in the center perfectly made I realize that no matter how much I want her, it would be wrong for me to take her. As she releases her grip from and she begins to move toward the bed I take this time to speak because I know if she touches me again I won’t have any words to object.

“I am so sorry” I say the first thing that comes to mind, not thinking straight. She turns to me and sits on the bed and gives me a puzzled look. I have not moved from the closed door in an attempt to seem as respectful as I possibly can in the situation that I am in.

“For what?” She asks confused.

“I never wanted to hook up with you.” I say before thinking. When in high stress situations my words tend to come out like vomit.

“Oh.” She stats folding her arms across her body almost in an attempt to shield herself. I then realize how offensive my previous statement was.

“Shit no not like that! You’re are so fucking hot. No not hot, sexy, not sexy shit. Beautiful. You are stunning and I would be completely happy to be with you like that, it’s just I saw how everyone treated you down there and how Justin talked to you and I just...”

As I was ramble a small smile came to her face as she unfolded her arms. Her smile turned to a smirk, but not a seductive one, and understanding one. She cuts me off in my ramble thankfully because I’m incredibly out of breath from my nerves.

“I understand “ she she says moving to the edge of the bed patting the space next to her. Again not seductively, it was a friendly gesture that I take. I make sure to leave a respectful amount of space between the two of us. “It’s my reputation” she smiles but I see a small sliver of hurt behind it.

“No not at all.” I say honestly. “ I don’t care about that, or want to know about it honestly. I’m not gonna treat you any differently than I would any other girl I’m attracted to based on what other people say.” I say angling my body slightly toward her.

“So it doesn’t bother you that everyone thinks I’m the industry slut.” She challenges I can tell she doesn’t believe me. It hurts me that she’s been mistreated so much that my wants to respect her is unbelievable.

Leah’s POV.

This is not the position I expected to be in right now. No pun intended. I figured this would be quick, in and out and Shawn wouldn’t look my way again.

The truth is yeah I sleep a lot of people with big names to grow my reputation. Because the bigger the reputation the more money I make and the closer I can get to buying myself out of the modeling contract I’m in with the most sexist, perverted company I have ever been with. The company that makes me do that. The company that forces me to be the slut that I am.

That’s the industry though, and no guy that I have slept has ever paid me any means of respect so forgive me for not knowing how to respond to this naive boy that sits beside me.

“I don’t think sleeping with people makes you a slut.” Shawn speaks softly reaching to our hand on me but never making contact before pulling back. I notice him not wanting to be too close or touch me in any unwanted way and I’m thankful for that.

“I’m forced too.” I blurt our. “Well not forced too, but the modeling company that I’m signed has me sleep with people in order to get my name out there. The people I sleep with the more money I make and the closer I get to buying myself out of it and not having to do this anymore. But even when I do get out it, I’m in too deep. All in ever going to be to anyone in this industry is a sex toy. That’s just the way it is” I say and a tear slides down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away.

Shawn reaches to put a hand on my shoulder again only not pulling away this time. We sit in silence for a few minutes and I needed that.

“You said you wouldn’t treat me any different than any other girl you were attracted to.” I say and turn my body to face his.

“I did.” He states not sure where I was going with this.

“So you’re attracted to me?” I ask though I already know the answer.

“Incredibly.” He breaths out and I laugh at his dramatics. “I’m serious, you are the most stunning women I have ever laid eyes on”I says and I roll my eye but move close to him and he breath a sharp breath in.

“So what would you do, in this position right here, with a girl that your attracted to.” I move closer to him with every word back him into the headboard positioning my face right in front of him.

“Kiss you.” He whispers.

Part 2:

https://imsopaigeyo.tumblr.com/post/180505594730/reputation-part-2

[whopooh]

Play it again, Jack III: MFMM fics you love to reread

“I just need to read it one more time, Dot.”

Finally I have cut-and-mixed a new installment of fics about the Miss Fisher world that you love to go back to and read! Again, thank you so much to all who sent me fic recommendations, and people that hasn’t -- yes, I have one more post to come, so there is still some room for more!

Earlier posts: 

Play it again, Jack I (letter from @quiltingmom) Play it again, Jack II (mixed recommendations) The original ask

mokuyoubi, “The Heart Grows Fonder". Reread by @rubycaspar

When I first discovered MFMM and felt the need to go through every T-rated and higher fic on AO3 to combat the ridiculous UST of the show, this fic was the one I went searching for again when I was done. There are so many things I love about it -- the tension, the playfulness, the dream-like quality of the setup (especially if you read the preceding story, “In-Between Days”, first). And it's everything that I personally was imagining for a smutty Phrack reunion -- quick, passionate, desperate, steamy and loving -- and so it was exactly what I wanted to read having just finished the series. I absolutely love it and re-read it all the time.

CollingwoodGirl/ @jeneenp,  “Sweltering”. Reread by @omgimsarahtoo

I love @jeneenp's stories in general, but this one sticks in my head. I love the pure sensory overload of it -- the descriptions of the summer heat wave, and Jack sitting at his desk in his shirtsleeves, and the wild heat that rises up between them... and that's just in the first chapter! Chapter 2 has sassy Jack and humor and seduction, and chapter 3... well, I'll just say the heat isn't only in the temperature. Have your fans ready! This was written before series 3 aired, so it picks up where “Unnatural Habits” and “Murder Under the Mistletoe” leave off, with the aborted kiss (thanks, Aunt P) and "If I lock my door, no one could get in" and all of the tension that has built up between our two detectives. This story takes that tension and ratchets it up even higher, deftly weaving in Phrack's care and cameraderie even as it brings them to a rather explosive peak. It's just, in my opinion, divine.

mardia, “a lack of pretense”. Reread by @rithebard

I really like how this ends. I won't say but Jack is drugged and Phryne finds him and takes him home. You have to read the story to understand.

“500 Words: 60. Caustic” by @firesign23. Reread by @kanste

This is another one that hurts soooo good. The whole fight feels so real and leaves me in tears every single time. If you need a pic up, there are also two fix fics for this one: “Balm” by @edeainfj/deedeeinfj and “Ask me again” by YouKnowMeAsJ.

The dress that needed to come back.

@omgimsarahtoo, “A More Lethal Dress". Reread by @kanste

I think we all remember that beautiful dress Phryne wears to her first dinner with Lin. Sarah did all Lin not-fans a favour to make her wear it for Jack instead. The result is gorgeous, smutty gold. Like always the Sarah's smut is wonderful. The seduction atmosphere is spot on and sets you in the mood perfectly. I also love the image of past weeks of their relationship, think dinner with kisses and cuddling.

@scruggzi, “The Long Road to Patagonia”. Reread by @zannadubs23

Crossover fic with Doctor Who. I’ve been a big Doctor Who fan for most of my life, so I probably enjoyed this more than is reasonable. Maybe not. It’s really well done with the two story bases perfectly merged. Scruggzi has a great feel for both universes and her Doctor felt genuine and perfectly suited to traveling with our favorite Lady Detective. 

@firesign23, “A Glass Splinter”. Reread by @bumblemama

A fic I reread semi-regularly is “A Glass Splinter”. Last night I read it again, straight through. It's such a gorgeous story arc, full of the characters we all know and love but with a different starting point. The AU is fully as compelling; but I think because we all know the cases, there is more scope to explore the relationship. It's a salient reminder of how much they each hold themselves back in the series. And while we are all wishing they hadn't, there could be truly sad outcomes if they weren't so reserved.

@edeainfj/ deedeeinfj , “The Fixed Foot”. Reread by @omgimsarahtoo

This story, when it came out, was controversial -- it might still be, but I don't even care. I love it with unrestrained madness, and I go back to it regularly. In it, Jack has agreed that he is willing to have an open relationship with Phryne, and it opens with her taking advantage of that for the first time. It's painful as he goes through the terror that she won't really come back to him, that he isn't enough for her, that the fact that she wants other men means that she doesn't love him -- but it's redeemed as he begins to understand what those others do for her and how they aren't a commentary on how he pleases her or how much she loves him. It's incredibly affirming of their differences and their relationship, and add to that it's gorgeously written.

Gingham, “Repentance”. Reread by @whopooh

This story envisions a version of their reunion that is in equal measure beautiful and sad. Phryne comes back to Melbourne, not understanding why Jack never came or wrote her while she was in England, just to find out he’s in a very bad spot after a case that went wrong. It is heartbreaking and hopeful, and in a way that makes me want to go back there now and then. One of my favourite scenes is when Phryne finds out that Jack had in fact bought a ticket to England, and that he still carries it around with him in his pocket.

Modern Phryne. Equally discombobulated Jack.

@aljwritesphryne, “The YACI-verse”. Reread by @kanste

The fic series YACI really made me love modern AU's and it is another feel good fic for me. I love that Phryne is not only a PI but also a social media personality. The use of Twitter/Facebook is fantastic as is the slow development of Phryne's and Jack's relationship. There are so many little add-ons to the main story from @aljwritesphryne that give us glimpses into the Phrack life. She did such a fantastic job with the characterisation! In my opinion this is exactly like those two would be if they would live today.

Xfphiles, “Devil in the Light”. Reread by @rithebard

Jack and Phryne are not talking after the death in the race car episode. Phryne is hunting for a missing heiress and finds a white slavery ring. She gets kidnapped and Jack has only one thought in mind. Find her. He almost loses himself doing it. This story really captured me for so many reasons. The loneliness of both of them missing the other. And what Jack went through and would do for Phryne, because he loved her so much. Beautiful. (I love this whole series.)

LemmingDancer, “Perchance to Dream”. Reread by @rithebard

Once again, Jack and Phryne are not talking after the death in the race car episode. This time Jack kidnapped and this time Phryne is desperately hunting for him and realizing just how much she loves him. This is a top favorite of mine. I go back to it again and again. It really gives you how both Jack and Phryne are feeling throughout the story. How they are both dealing with this situation and you feel like you are with them.

@mercurialbianca, “I Ask No Man Pardon”. Reread by @kanste

This one is not a Phrack story but Rosie's story with a little bit of Phrack. I love the way Bianca wrote Rosie. I have a soft spot for Rosie in the show and I love that EC didn't go the "nasty Ex" route. The friendship and later sexual attraction between Rosie and Phryne is very well written. I'm not a writer myself but I can imagine it is difficult to write a threesome and make it sexy and loving at the same time. I love the Phrack relationship Bianca wrote (as usual) but by the end Rosie is my star and I'm rooting for her and her new life. (The smut is very hot too).

Soupsouffle, “The Scent of a Lady (Detective)". Reread by @kanste

Phryne is out of town with Mac and leaves something for Jack to remember her. This is pure Phrack Porn. If you are cold this will make you hot. Soupsouffle manages to create so many wonderful images of our favourite couple and I never looked at tissues the same way again.

Man just having had an Art Experience.

CollingwoodGirl/ @jeneenp, “The Artist and The Muse”. Reread by @kanste

Phryne finds out that Jack sat down for a painting while she was in England. I love the visuals that CollingwoodGirl creates in this one. The trust they are giving each other is very hot for me.

CollingwoodGirl/ @jeneenp, “The Artist and The Muse”. Reread by @geenee27

The first time I read this story it left me stunned, it was that good. The prose is exquisite -- my words would just not do it justice. Suffice it to say, the writer paints (pun intended) such a beautiful, erotic and intimate portrait of every inch of Jack (effing) Robinson I am drawn to this work again and again. I love Phryne's initial reaction to the whole scenario, her curiosity, her doubt, her little jealousy about this other women. And her reaction when she finally finds out the truth:

“Oh Jack.” Her voice sounds faraway with her hand covering her mouth – like she’s caught up in a dream.

Drinking in the eloquence of the charcoal lines, the finesse of the chalk as it casts a glow over the lithe nude figure, her fingers dart forward. She wants to see him through the eyes of this artist, to trace that familiar landscape in a completely unfamiliar way, to imagine herself as the one who rendered the very essence of him.

And Jack's feelings concerning all that follows. 

He can’t possibly hope to do anything but grin. This is what he loves most about her, he thinks. That he can surprise her – even shock her – without fear of judgment or the reprisal of stony silence.

(...)

He fists his free hand into her hair and kisses her, making silent promises with his mouth. In her open-armed acceptance, he has found freedom.

And if the story wasn't fantastic enough, Collingwoodgirl gives us the gift of finding the actual picture and it is glorious. 

@missingmissfisher, “Never expected”. Reread by @rithebard

Once again I love so many of @missingmissfisher‘s tales but I chose this one. Phryne and Jack go undercover as a married couple, Fern and Archie Jones. They are in England, Jack is there to see Phryne but also to help a friend from Scotland Yard. This is just such a delightful story. Not only do they have fun of being undercover but they get to finally explore their relationship. Love!

Lenore, “New Mutiny”. Reread by @kanste

After an explosion Jack loses is memory and can't remember anything that happened after the War. I love how the writer manages to keep the characters and the UST of the series while doing a very believable amnesia.

Lenore, “New Mutiny”. Reread by @rithebard

Jack has amnesia he can't remember anything since the war. Not where he lives, or what he now does, not Hugh Collins and of course not Phryne Fisher. But because of all the horrors he saw in hospitals during the war he does nothing. Just uses his will to make everyone including Phryne think he is fine. Love this story. This is also a favorite. I go back to it over and over. Just to see how Jack's mind works, how he figures things out and what he really feels toward Phryne. Beautiful.

Lenore, “New Mutiny” (and the podfic of the same) and @rubycaspar, “And you yourself shall keep the key of it”. Reread by @whopooh

I too adore Lenore’s fic and have gone back to it several times. There is something utterly delicious in Jack trying to figure out his relatonship to this strange woman that seems to commandeer his life. Like here:

She leans in closer. "Jack."

Maybe this is what they are to each other. Maybe all he needs to do is—he reaches for her before the thought has a chance to fully form. He rests his hand against her cheek, just like in the dream, his thumb stroking along her jaw as he presses their mouths together. She comes easily with a soft pleased sound, her body swaying in toward his. But it's after just the slightest stutter of surprise. He might not even have noticed that if he weren't so attuned to her.

He draws back in confusion. "I—" It's clear now that this isn't how they are, and he has no notion of how to explain himself, apart from offering a confession he has no intention of making.

I also love @rubycaspar‘s take on the amnesia trope, “And you yourself shall keep the key of it”, and even though it isn’t finished yet, I have already found myself rereading it for the tension of Jack trying to figure things out. It has a much sadder lining, as Phryne is aware of what is happening, and it’s beautiful both in the fun and the sad parts.

That’s all for today. And anyone feeling the urge, I’m happy to receive more recommendations!

[just-another-busy-fangirl]

Challenge Accepted

Here is another addition for my Kink List AND SPNKinkBingo Card.  Requested by @akhuna01, this is #54, Writing a smut fic to each other and reading it to them, with Misha Collins and Richard Speight Jr.

Title: Challenge Accepted Square Filled: Free Space Ship: Misha x Richard Rating: Explicit Tags: oral sex, anal sex, all written down but shared with each other!!! implications of a follow up session, too Summary (If applicable): Misha and Richard are bored during a convention night, so Misha gets on Tumblr.   Word Count: ~1850 Written/Created for @spnkinkbingo

It was nearly two in the morning when Rob finally called it a night, stumbling out the door and heading to his room.  Misha and Richard hollered their goodbyes to their friend, complete with a salute from Richard.

They laughed for a few minutes, Rob’s flustered face replaying in their minds after they’d finished telling their last dirty joke.  Misha drained the dregs from his tumbler, setting the empty glass on the table next to him.

“I’m so glad our flight isn’t for a couple more days,” he said, leaning his head back against his chair as he relaxed.  Richard nodded in agreement, taking a sip from his beer.

“Yeah, all these losers have to get up in the morning.  You and me, we’re the smart ones here,” Richard said, toasting toward Misha with his bottle before draining the end.

The two sat in companionable silence for a minute, Misha stretching out in the chair and Richard laid out on his bed.  This is how many convention nights ended: the two of them, sometimes others as well, just sitting and enjoying each other’s company.  It was amazing that the show had so many people who were actually friends, so that these convention weekends were actually a lot of fun.

“Oh my God,” Misha suddenly said, sitting upright.

“You mean Oh my Chuck,” Richard teased, laughing at his own joke.

“Yeah, whatever,” Misha replied, pulling his phone from his pocket.  “You’ll never guess what those crazies on tumblr are saying, dude.”

Richard shook his head at Misha, having had this conversation a million times before.  “I still don’t get why you go on there, Mish. They just fantasize about our lives and the characters we play – they blur those lines so much that it’s impossible to look at.  You’re gonna make yourself crazy.”

Misha shrugged, knowing that Richard was right but also loving that he was able to take a peek into the lives of his fans like this.  “They’re fascinating, Rich.  Really. And you know how awesome they are at writing sex, I mean come on.  They write me with a fucking six pack, dude.  Who doesn’t want that self-esteem booster?”

Richard laughed, knowing that Misha had a point.  “Yeah, but really.  Who in their right mind would think a short dude like me could climb a tree like Jared?”

Misha laughed, still scrolling through his phone.  “Here it is!” he said, getting out of his chair and moving to sit by Richard so that he could see his screen.  “30 Sex Positions the SPN Cast Should Include in the Show,” he read, clicking on the post to pull it up.  He started scrolling, letting Richard read for himself, pausing at every gif on the list.

“Damn,” Richard breathed, the intense detail of the post shocking to him.  “They really get into it, don’t they?”

Misha nodded, continuing with the scrolling.  “I don’t really know how they do it, dude.  They write in such vivid detail, it’s crazy.  I don’t think I could ever write about sex like these kids do.”

Richard sat back, looking at Misha.  “Challenge accepted!” he yelled, diving off the bed into his backpack.  He came back with two pens and a notebook, tearing off a piece for Misha.

“What?” Misha asked, holding the offered pen and paper in his hands.  

“Dude, let’s try. Write me a story, I’ll write you one, and then we’ll see how hard it really is,” Richard explained.  “Pun totally intended, by the way.”

Misha laughed, grabbing the hotel’s information notebook for a hard surface to write on.  “Sounds like fun.  Are we just writing straight up sex, or what?”

Richard shrugged, pen already to paper.  “Whatever you want, dude.”

Misha shrugged back and started writing.  This wasn’t terribly weird for him – he’d done quite a few strange sexual activities in his day, so he had lots of ideas of what to write – but he’d never really talked with Richard much about it all.

First time for everything, he supposed.

They wrote in companionable silence for a while, before Richard huffed.  “This is harder than I thought.  What’s a better word, thrust or hump?”

Misha laughed out loud, eyes crinkling at the sides.  “Oh my God, Rich.  You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”

Richard mumbled something and shrugged, throwing his notepad on the bed in frustration.  “I’m done.  You done?”

Misha looked at what he’d written, really just a lead-up to sex, all foreplay, and nodded.  “Sure, Rich.  I’m done.”

Misha turned to Richard, nodding toward the notepad.  “Let’s hear it, then.”

“Wha-um-what?” Richard sputtered, grabbing his notepad and holding it to his chest.  

“You said we’d write these for each other, right?  I want to hear yours, and you can hear mine,” Misha explained, motioning for Richard to read what he’d written.

“You first,” he blurted out, so Misha sat up.

“Okay then,” Misha said, clearing his throat.  “I didn’t get too far, mind you.

Gabriel-

“Oh, by the way, I did a Gabriel and Castiel story, hope you don’t mind,” Misha interrupted himself before he could even begin.  Richard nodded, eyes wide at what he was getting himself into.

Gabriel touched Castiel’s arm and zapped them to a bedroom, one Castiel had never seen before.  

“What are we doing here, brother?” Castiel asked, the question in his eyes.

“I think you know, Castiel,” was all Gabriel responded, closing the gap between them and grabbing on to the lapels of Castiel’s trench coat, pulling him in for a bruising kiss.  Castiel was so surprised that his mouth opened in a gasp, letting Gabriel’s tongue explore his mouth.  For a moment Castiel was perfectly still, but once he realized what was happening he wrapped his arms around Gabriel, pulling him even closer.

“See, Cassie, you want this too,” Gabriel whispered against Castiel’s lips before kissing him more, hands getting to work on removing Castiel’s clothes.

They were a rustle of clothes and skin, both angels eager to get the other naked.  When finally they stood before each other, both nude and obviously aroused, they were frozen.  The weight of the moment hung over them and they calmed for a moment.

Richard adjusted his position on the bed next to Misha, but Misha pretended not to notice.

Finally Castiel reached out, fingertips brushing along Gabriel’s thick cock.  When Gabriel only gasped in response, Castiel closed his hand around Gabriel, squeezing tentatively before pulling the angel toward him by his erection.

Richard had to adjust himself in his jeans at that thought, Misha wishing he could pause his reading to do the same.

They came chest to chest, cocks smushed between their stomachs, lined up next to each other.  Castiel reached around Gabriel to his ass, using the leverage he found there to slide their erections together.

Groans left both of their lips before they could help it, and then it was a frenzy of rutting against one another, lips locked in another heated kiss…

“And that’s as far as I got,” Misha said, clearing his throat and adjusting his position to hopefully hide his erection.  He looked over at Richard who was breathing a bit heavily, nodding at Misha’s story.

“Yep,” Richard said. “You’re a much better writer than me.”

Misha threw his paper down and faced Richard on the bed, crossing his legs.  “Nope, you don’t get out of it that easily.  Let’s hear it.”

Richard turned bright red, looking back at his notepad nervously.  “Well, ah, okay.  I uh, I wrote us.”

Misha’s eyebrows shot up, surprised.  “Like Misha and Rich, us?”

Richard nodded, staring at his paper.  Misha grinned to himself, eager to see what his friend had come up with.

“I, uhm…just went straight for it, I suppose,” Richard said, eyes looking over what he’d written.  

“Rich, come on…show me what you’ve got,” Misha encouraged, choosing his words carefully.  Richard looked up at him once more before nodding and reading.

Rich tore the clothes from Misha’s body, tired of the teasing he’d been getting all day.  All he wanted was to feel Misha’s skin, his muscles, his dick.  When Misha was naked, Rich pushed him against the nearest wall before kissing his way down his body, finally kneeling on the floor with Misha’s dick in his face.

Misha gulped, noticing the bulge in Richard’s jeans.  Was the other man really that into the idea of them together?

He took Misha in hand, pumping a few times before swallowing him down, the tip of Misha’s dick hitting the back of Rich’s throat.  Misha let Rich suck him for a minute before pulling him up, kissing him before pushing them to the bed.

“Want you, Rich,” Misha said, grabbing lube and a condom.  “Want you to fuck me.”

Misha almost interrupted him there to repeat those words to him in real life, his cock pressing uncomfortably at the zipper of his pants at Richard’s words.  He let him continue, however, wanting to see how the rest of the story played out.

Rich groaned at Misha’s words, taking the lube and turning Misha around so that the man was on all fours on the bed.  Quickly he prepared Misha’s hole, making sure he was ready before quickly stripping himself and putting on the condom.

Misha turned over as Rich was working, bringing his knees to his chest and beginning to stroke himself.  “Show me what you’ve got, Rich,” Misha said, and Rich nodded.

Fuck, Misha thought to himself.  He really did want to see what Richard had, especially if this kinky mind had been hiding from him this whole time.

He lined himself up, pushing into Misha slowly.  His eyes scrunched together at the tight heat that was surrounding him, Misha’s body feeling amazing on his dick.  After being still for a minute, Rich started moving, pumping in and out of Misha with enthusiasm.

“That’s about where I quit…” Richard ended, not willing to look up and meet Misha’s eyes.  He couldn’t believe what he’d just read to his friend – hell, he couldn’t believe what he’d just written.

Shaking his head to get the weirdness out of his mind, he moved to stand up before he was stopped by a hand on his arm.

“Want you, Rich,” Misha said, repeating the words that Richard had written in his story.  “We can put my story and your story together, if you’d like.  Start out with my foreplay…go straight into yours.  If you want, that is.”

Richard’s head snapped around to meet Misha’s eyes, seeing the honesty there instead of the teasing he’d expected.  Richard gulped, and Misha’s eyes followed the bob of his Adam’s Apple.

Very slowly, Misha leaned forward, pulling the other man toward him.  Their noses brushed together, eyes locked and breathing heavy. Misha opened his mouth, Richard following.  Sensually, their tongues met in a kiss, igniting a fire neither of them had expected.

Little to say, they both got to act out their fantasies that night, saving the notebook for a future convention’s evening entertainment.

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[embracetheapocalypsewithme]

Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School

Summary: Negan is flabbergasted that his lady friend  never learned how to drive before the world ended. He takes it upon himself to teach her how, and rewards his “student” with some vehicular naughtiness. 

This is a smutty Negan x Rebecca (#Nebecca) drabble I wrote for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​‘s Negan Writing Challenge for the Driving Instructor prompt. It takes place after Embracing the Apocalypse (But you totally don’t have to have read that at all to enjoy this. Promise!)

Word Count: 3,255

Content Warnings (or selling points?): Negan being Negan, language, smut, finger fucking, hand jobs, and cum.

Read on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10610505

Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School

“Hold on a fucking minute! What the fuck do you mean you don’t know how to fucking drive, Fuckface?” Negan’s face was a perfect combination of amusement and wonder as the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on his tanned skin.

He and Rebecca, the aforementioned “Fuckface”, strode side by side along the perimeter of the Sanctuary, enjoying the crescendo of a beautiful spring day. The sky was spotted with just a few scant puffs of cloud and the grass was beginning to return to life after a brutal winter. As annoyed as she was at the smug smirk that Negan wore, she couldn’t bring herself to let it get to her. Not today.

“That was a whole lotta ‘fucks’ there, my friend,” she replied casually with an easy smile on her face, “And to answer your question: Nope. Never learned. Always thought I would eventually, but then the world ended, so it kind of took a back seat…Pun intended, by the way.”

“Good one,” he said with an eye roll.

“Thanks. I try, but not very hard!”

Rebecca was well aware of his aversion to her lame jokes, which made her say them all the more. Antagonizing him was just too fun. And, besides: if she did a good job at annoying him, it just made the punishment sex better.

“But I thought you grew up in the fucking sticks or some shit. Don’t you need a car to get anywhere?”

“Uh, I grew up in Bangor. It’s a city. Was a city. We had buses, and cabs, and bicycles, you know,” she said smugly, “Then I moved to an even bigger city, and needing a car never really came up. I just kind of got around it.”

“You mean to tell me that every fucking place in Maine isn’t the sticks?” he asked incredulously.

“Not so much,” she replied, “Why does my not being able to drive matter anyway? The gas is all but gone now, which means no cars. I learned how to ride a horse. That’s as good as knowing how to drive in this world, isn’t it?”

Negan made a dismissive sound before stopping dead in his tracks, “It is fucking not the same thing at all. Riding a horse and driving a car are completely fucking different experiences, Fuckface! I am utterly flabbergasted at you right now, young lady.”

“Young lady? Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes I am! You’ll always be missing out on a fucking fundamental stage of development as an adult if you never learn how to drive,” his dark eyes stared into hers intently, “We’re doing this, Fuckface.”

“Doing what exactly?” she asked, fearing that she already had a pretty good idea of what “this” would entail.

“I’m teaching you how to motherfucking drive today!” he grabbed her hand hurriedly, jerking her back in the direction from where they had come.

“Ow! Delicate lady strength, asshole! I’m not one of your Rough Boys. I’ve got little wrists,” she cried, causing him to slow his pace.

“Oh shit! Sorry. I always forget you’re a fucking lady,” he apologized, looking genuinely remorseful.

“Damn straight.”

They continued back toward the building at a brisk walk, chatting as they went.

“Also, they’re called Saviours. Not Rough Boys. You have to stop calling them that. It sounds so…” Negan trailed off, searching for a word.

“Homoerotic?”

“Yeah. That. Not that I mind a little homoeroticism, mind you. But it just seems wrong since I’m their boss and all.”

“You’re technically everyone’s boss…even mine. Didn’t stop you from fucking my brains out last night,” she said, throwing him a suggestive glance out of the corner of her eye.

“You have a point there, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle, “Keep that dirty talk up and you might just get another fuck session before the sun sets today.”

“Promises, promises…” she said wistfully with a smirk.

As the pair neared the back side of the building, Rebecca spotted a massive black truck near the fence. Its unblemished, glossy paint gleamed, catching the light and causing her to squint.

“You’ve got to be kidding me;” she said dully, “There’s no way I can even get into that thing, let alone drive it. I’ll get us both killed.”

“Oh fuck off with that bullshit,” Negan replied dismissively, “I’ll be teaching you how to do it safely and I’ll even give you a boost up.”

“But there’s hardly any gas left. We can’t waste it on this!” she protested.

“I have some extra. It’s not a big deal.”

Rebecca sighed as anxiety built in her stomach, a mix of nausea and butterflies gripping her there. Swallowing the feeling, she shook her head and allowed herself to be led toward the oversized vehicle. She knew that there was no arguing with Negan once he had his mind set on something. Either she would allow him to teach her how to drive today, or he would make her miserable for the rest of it with his pouting.

Negan pulled open the driver’s side door, the bottom of which came to Rebecca’s hips, and beamed happily at her, “M’lady.”

“Ugh! No! Don’t say that. Never say that…”

“What? Why the fuck not?”

“Only douchebags talk like that. It’s unbecoming.”

“Well, fucking pardon me then, sugar tits.”

“That’s better,” she chirped before planting a foot onto the side step and trying, unsuccessfully, to boost herself up.

“Need a hand?”

“No! I got it,” she tried again, this time grabbing a handle which jutted out further up, using it to get herself into the driver’s seat, “There! I don’t need a man!”

Negan mumbled something that Rebecca couldn’t make out, but which made him sound slightly dejected, before shutting the door and making his way to the passenger side where he hopped in and buckled his seatbelt, “Never can be too careful when you’re riding with a woman driver-“

His words were clipped off as Rebecca swatted at him, “Oh fuck off! You’re the one who wants me to drive, so let’s get this over with.”

“Ok. Fucking fine. I was just joking around,” he grumbled, opening the glove compartment and producing a set of keys.

“You know, between keeping the doors unlocked and leaving the keys in the truck, I’m surprised no one’s stolen this thing yet,” Rebecca said as she took the keys from his hand.

“Frankly, I’m surprised too. I think everyone just assumes it’s out of gas and leaves it at that. Either that or they’re afraid I’ll cut off their hands if I find them.”

Rebecca snorted and put the keys into the ignition, turning them and bringing the monstrous truck to roaring life, “There. That’s about all I know how to do with a truck. It’s on you from here on out.”

“Awesome! Well, darling, you’re in luck today. This is an automatic, so you just press down on the brake and put it into drive.”

She did as he instructed, “Ok. Now what?”

“Take your foot off the brake…”

She followed his instructions and the vehicle leapt forward, eliciting a small scream from her, followed by a gale of nervous laughter, “That was embarrassing.”

“Yeah, I’d never be able to live that down,” he said with a deadpan expression, “Now turn the wheel and take it around the building. Give it just a bit of gas-“

As Rebecca’s foot hit the gas pedal with what she thought was a light touch, the truck lurched forward, cutting off Negan’s instructions. The engine revved ominously. She shrieked again and hit the brakes, causing both of them to jerk back in their seats.

“Maybe a little bit less gas, lead foot. Jesus!”

“Sorry. I thought that was light,” she tried to regain her composure; “I’ll try again.”

“You sure? I’m a little afraid you’re about to prove my previous comments about lady drivers right,” his expression seemed slightly nervous.

“Nah. I got this,” she answered, determination filling her voice. Taking her foot off the brakes again, she tapped the gas with a feather touch, applying just a slight amount of pressure and causing the truck to roll smoothly, “See?”

“Nice. Really fucking nice, Fuckface. You’re a natural.”

She thought she detected some pride in his tone, but her eyes were too busy scanning for obstacles to see if he was smiling as she maneuvered around the building, “Told you I got this! Look at me go!”

They neared the front gate, and Rebecca felt the eyes of the men on guard duty stare down at her from their perch as she drove up to them. Negan motioned for her to stop as he rolled down his window and stuck his head out to address the guards, “Mind opening the fence? We’re going for a fucking joyride!” he bellowed cheerfully.

“What?” Rebecca’s tone stood in stark contrast to her partner’s, her eyes widening in panic, “I don’t feel like half a lap around the building is enough practice to hit the open road, Negan!”

“Oh, there’s no one out there to worry about. It’s the fucking apocalypse, remember?”

The men climbed down while they spoke, and began to unlock the large, metal fence that provided them with protection from the dead, as well as others who might mean them harm. Today, the area around the Sanctuary happened to be clear of dead things, so the process was quick. Once the gates were fully opened, one of the guards, an older man with a thick moustache, nodded at them to continue on their way. Rebecca nodded back and took her foot from the break to the gas once more.

“Ok, baby, let’s go nice and slow. And watch out for potholes. The first rule of Post-Apocalyptic Driving School is that the roads are all shitty and fucked up, and you don’t want to fuck up the tires by hitting a pothole.”

“Gotcha.”

The truck rolled smoothly and Rebecca took her time adjusting to the steering. After a few minutes, she saw a large hole in the road and maneuvered around it with a little hesitation.

“Fucking A! That was great!” Negan patted her head with a gloved hand, making Rebecca grimace. She hated it when he petted her on the head; it made her feel like a little kid or a dog. She said nothing, too consumed by driving safely around another rough section of road to scold him.

“Speed up a little bit,” Negan instructed excitedly, and Rebecca pressed her foot more firmly to the pedal, the engine becoming slightly louder as the speed increased.

“This is actually fun!” she said, her face breaking into a huge grin.

“I fucking told you, didn’t I?” Negan said arrogantly.

“Yeah, yeah. Negan’s always right about everything,” she rolled her eyes but the smile never left her lips as she sped up a bit more, enjoying the feeling of freedom that the open road provided.

Cracking open the window to her left, Rebecca sighed contentedly as the wind raked the hair back from her face. Trees and the occasional walker, reaching out toward them with mindless hunger, sped by along the side of the road as she drove. Even the sight of the dead things lurking in the forest couldn’t ruin her mood; this was the most fun she had in a while.

“Ok. Now pull over up ahead at the rest stop,” Negan said, gesturing to a paved area on the right side of the road up ahead.

She slowed down incrementally to make the turn, and came to a stop before asking, “Why did you get me to pull over?”

Negan tapped the gas gauge with his gloved index finger, “We have enough gas to get back, but not too much more than that and I don’t want to get stuck out here. Besides,” he placed one of his muscular arms around her shoulders to pull her closer to him, and whispered in her ear in a husky voice, “You’ve been such a good student that I thought I should give you an award. And by award, I mean my cock. And by give…I mean…well, give…but in the fucking sense.”

“Oh my god. Just shut up and kiss me, you loser!” Rebecca cried in annoyance. She scarcely had time unbuckle her seatbelt before he was all over her, his mouth planting kisses against hers while his leather-bound hands made their way to her inner thighs, causing a flood of arousal to tighten the muscles between her legs.

With a small moan of approval, Rebecca climbed out of her seat to straddle Negan, who was still sitting on the passenger side. She locked her mouth against his, allowing her tongue to trespass his lips and writhe against his.

Within seconds, his hands pulled fervently at her top until it was yanked over her head, followed by her sports bra. The latter she helped him to remove. No sooner had she been rendered topless, than his mouth replaced the fabric of her garments, planting light kisses against her hot flesh until he made his way to her nipples, which he sucked gently between his lips, allowing his tongue to tease her. Rebecca moaned, her head tilting back slightly and her eyes closing at the sensation of his lips against the sensitive area, while her hands grasped at his dark hair, tousling it up.

Arching her back, she rose out of his lap slightly before grinding down against him until she could feel his erection pressing against her through the thin fabric of the leggings she wore. She brought one of her hands to his chest and allowed it to trail down his torso until she reached between his legs to stroke the still-growing bulge there. Negan sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation before moaning in approval, “Fuck, that feels good, baby.”

He had removed his mouth from her flesh, and his warm, brown eyes stared deeply into her own as he brought his mouth to hers once more for another deep kiss. As the kiss broke off, Rebecca felt his hands trace the small of her back before coming to rest on her hips. His fingers dug under the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down, along with her panties, until she had to raise herself off of him once again to allow him to lower them further.

Now almost fully naked, Rebecca leaned back against the dashboard, angling her upper body away from Negan and propping herself up on her elbows, “Your turn. Get that fucking top off,” she demanded with a devious smirk.

“You know I love it when you give me orders, don’t you?” he asked, his eyes darkening as he pulled the tight, white t-shirt from himself and tossed it aside.

Rebecca relished the sight of his powerful body and abundant chest hair in the sunlight. Biting her lip unconsciously, she reached out to trail her index finger from the waist band of his pants all the way up to his nipples. She took one between her thumb and index finger, gently rolling it around for a moment before twisting it a little more forcefully.

“Of course I do. And you know I totally get off on making you my bitch, don’t you?”

Negan produced a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a whimper before moaning, “Fuck yes!”

“Good. Now get the pants off too.”

He did as she commanded, his cock springing free as he pulled his zipper open and lowered the pants around his ankles. Rebecca noted that all of the foreplay must have been doing its magic because the head of his member was positively gleaming with precum. Come to think of it, she was dripping wet too.

As if he could read her thoughts, Negan haphazardly removed his gloves before bringing out two fingers to stroke her slit gently, exploring the valley at the intersection of her thighs. Once he was satisfied that she was ready, he slowly and steadily inserted the fingers deep inside of her, curling the tips in just the right way before pulling out and plunging them back in again. Rebecca felt a shudder of pleasure pass through her body and she leaned back further against the dash, allowing him deeper access to her.

“Mmm. You have the most perfect hands for that,” she groaned. Her eyes were closed as she savored the sensation of him inside of her.

“I know,” he said without an ounce of modesty, “You’ve got pretty nice hands too. All soft and strong…”

She opened her eyes and sat upright a little more, “Hand job battle?” she asked.

“Is that a challenge?” a sinister grin overtook the large man’s face, appearing to spread from one side of his square jaw to the other.

“Let’s see who can make who cum the fastest!” she said seductively as she grabbed his cock firmly with her right hand. His fingers were still pressed deep inside of her vagina.

Negan gasped for a moment before regaining his composure as Rebecca’s hand began to stroke him slowly, “Ok, but I’m totally gonna fucking win.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Rebecca chided, steadily increasing her pace and allowing her hand to rotate around his cock slightly.

Negan matched her speed, expertly hitting her at just the right angle with each thrust of his hand. Rebecca felt heat growing in her lower stomach as her breathing became quick and shallow, but she was determined to hold out. Allowing her hand to travel a bit further up his shaft, she collected some of his precum on her hand and used it to soak the rest of his length, providing lubrication and quickening her pace even more.

Negan groaned deeply in response, and she watched with amusement as he clamped his eyes shut and gritted his teeth against the effects of her new maneuver. All notions of besting him were lost as Rebecca felt him slip a third finger inside of her now soaked pussy, causing her to feel as though she would burst at any moment. Her legs quaked against his and a piercing cry broke from her mouth. She had to hold on just a little bit longer.

Gazing steadfastly into his eyes, she allowed herself one more burst of speed, milking his cock with the confidence of a partner who knows every inch of their lover’s body. It was at this moment that she felt his sizable thumb press against her clit and began to circle the sensitive area steadily, with three huge fingers still deep inside of her.

The game was over.

She let out another cry and her legs nearly gave out as the orgasm ripped through her, causing her hips to buck up at him. At almost the same moment, she heard Negan issue a guttural moan followed by his typical stream of “fucks” and “goddamns”, signifying his own climax. Streams of his warm release sprayed erratically, falling against her hand and arm, as well as his lower stomach.

“Holy shit,” she gasped, shutting her eyes to revel in the aftermath of her orgasm, “That was a tie.”

She felt his body heave under her with a sigh, “Fuck, I thought I had you beat, but your fucking cute O-face gets me every goddam time.”

Rebecca cackled deviously, “I know.”

“Wanna clean up and head back?”

“Sure. I’ll drive,” she grinned and made her way back to the other side of the vehicle, plopping down into the driver’s seat again.