#the wet part of my mouth that the lipstick doesn’t stick to is exposed

[dashiellqvverty]

i just will never forget when the whole tramp stamps band scandal happened on tiktok and there were people in the comments saying they knew they were plants because they didn’t have “real alt makeup.” like i get the concept of “oh they’re clearly trying to emulate a culture they aren’t a part of” but the phrasing of it just truly made me lose it. like the idea that even within spaces where you are being weird and creative and having fun and playing with style you can be judged for doing your makeup “wrong.” how the fuck is there a real or right way to do “alt makeup” my god

[chyanxrene]

Sweetheart Part 2

♡ Sweetheart part 1 ♡

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Draco and Y/N were friend’s with benefits, now that Y/N was avoiding him, it was only a waiting game until he caught up with her.

♡ Warnings: Degradation, pure smut, male receiving

"Y/N have you found an outfit for the ball yet?" Her friend asked from next to her whilst she ate a slice of toast.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and then opened her eyes in realisation that she had forgotten the winter ball that was on Friday.

"Fuck, I forgot."

"We don't have time to go to Hogsmeade, you'll have to wear one of my dresses" her best friend smiled and continued eating.

Y/N nodded, spreading jam on her toast. She was trying to forget about her last encounter with Draco which had left him fuming. She was trying to avoid him, she wouldn't walk down the halls by herself— in case he caught her.

"Y/N" her friend drawled, Y/N followed her friends eye line.

"Why is he staring at you?" Her friend frowned, quickly diverting her gaze back towards Y/N.

Her eyes found his, he was mad, furious actually. His gaze was intense, he sat two tables away. Despite the large amount of students in the great hall, he was only looking at her.

His hand was tightly clenched around his fork, his knuckles whiter than his normal pale skin tone. Y/N felt uncomfortable from his staring— but she couldn't take her eyes off him.

She watched as Pansy Parkinson tapped his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. But Draco didn't flinch, he continued to stare at her in anger, watching her every movement.

Y/N gulped and excused herself from the great hall, she ran out into the corridor only to bump into someone and fall straight on her ass.

"Oh fuck."

"Shit— I'm sorry, here— let me help you up."

Y/N watched the large male hand in front of her, she hesitantly grabbed the hand. He pulled her up, maybe a little too hard as she crashed into his chest.

"Thanks Cormac."

"You're welcome Y/L/N."

There was an awkward silence between the two. Y/N knew him from a few classes but had never spoken to him like that. She knew he could be a player but that didn't alter is good looks.

"Say Y/N, you don't happen to have a date tomorrow yet? If you do that's fine but if not then perhaps I could take you."

Y/N chewed on her lip, a part of her didn't want to go with him as he was a ladies man, another part of her wanted to— as she didn't have a date yet. The ball was the last thing on her mind.

"I'm surprised you don't yet" she laughed.

Cormac chuckled and brushed his hand along her right arm. "Well, I wanted to go with you but I didn't have the balls to ask."

This was news to Y/N, she had never observed any interest from Cormac. She decided to bite the bullet and agree to going with him— besides she didn't want to look lonely.

"Sure, I'll go with you."

"Perfect!" He pulled her into a tight squeeze, she heard him take a deep inhale and then let out a sigh. He was weird— nether the less she now had a date, so she had to prepare.

Y/N said her goodbye to Cormac after an awkward hug and turned around to head to her dorm room. At the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Draco leaning against the entrance door to the great hall.

Her heart was racing, she didn't want to make eye contact with him. She hurried past him, the wind picked up his smell which travelled into her nostrils. Shivers ran down her spine, the smell of Draco was addictive but she had to be strong.

It was the day of the winter ball, Y/N didn't have much time to prepare an outfit so was left with two options, kindly offered by her friend.

"So, there's the red one with the slit— very Christmassy— also very seductive— the slit makes it easy if you want to— well you know what."

Y/N laughed at her friend's dirty mind and watched as she picked the other dress up.

"The black one is cute— it's what you would wear to your enemies funeral— just to show them up" she laughed.

Y/N thought carefully, the black was nice, slightly puffy at the bottom and long sleeves. The red was silk from head to toe, a slit running down the left leg, it was a straight dress— it would be a tight fit.

"The red."

Her friend clapped her hands excitedly and threw the dress over to her. Y/N went to get ready, she took a long hot shower. She done her hair in her favourite style and applied natural make up. She decided to go for a bold red lip, to match her dress.

"Fucking hell."

"Is it too much?" Y/N said worriedly, she looked down at her dress, ironing out the creases with her hands.

"If Cormac doesn't get you in his bed tonight, you'll definitely be in mine!"

Y/N blushed, her friend wore the black dress which complimented her skin tone nicely. She paired it with a smoky eye and nude lipgloss, they both looked good.

"Come, let's go— I have a date with Blaise and Cormac will be waiting for you" her friend said pulling them out of their shared dorm room.

"You look— lovely" Cormac smiled, his eyes went straight to her chest and then to her exposed leg. Y/N scoffed and now began regretting coming with this boy.

She thanked him, shooting him a quick smile. His hand went around her waist, holding her tightly— maybe a little too tightly. Y/N sucked it up, she hoped that she could loose him in an hour and find her friend.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked, his eyes wandered glancing at other females.

Y/N stood on his toe quickly and then retracted her foot "oh my, I'm so sorry, I'm clumsy you see."

Cormac nodded, a hint of anger on his face as he examined his shoe to see if there was any scuff marks. Once he discovered there wasn't he smiled and then went to get drinks.

Y/N stood waiting for her date, she watched as her friend was being twirled around by Blaise. They looked cute together, she couldn't help but feel jealous as she wanted to be treated the same as her friend.

Cormac was taking a while, she glanced over and saw him speaking to his friends, they kept looking over to her and then smirking. Y/N was utterly repulsed— men she thought in her head.

The air suddenly shifted, it was heavier— stuffy, Y/N's breath was caught in her throat as she found it hard to breath properly.

Everyone else continued dancing, she was the only one that was feeling this, and that's when she felt his body behind her. He wasn't touching her, she could just feel him behind her.

She took in a deep breath, and licked her lips.

"You look— beautiful" Draco breathed from behind her.

He had never spoken to her like that outside of sex. Of course he had called her beautiful many times, only when she was sucking his dick, or riding him— oh gosh.

She felt herself grow wet as memories of her and Draco clustered her mind. She had to stand her ground, she can't let him win again.

"Thank you."

"Where's your date?" He said now standing next to her, he didn't look at her, he just faced forward watching everyone dance.

"Getting drinks."

"Mmm, which one is it again?"

"None of your business" Y/N spat.

He let out a short laugh, his eyes finally meeting hers. She turned her head quickly and faced the front again.

"Where's your date?"

"I don't have one."

"That's a shame."

"Is it? Or are you secretly happy about that?" He teased, Y/N's face grew hot, did he know about her crush on him? She thought deeply thinking if she gave away any hints.

Y/N cleared her throat "oh here he comes."

Cormac walked over with two glasses of punch. He eyed Draco and then handed the drink to Y/N.

"Malfoy, everything alright?" Cormac asked, drinking some of his drink.

He hummed, watching Cormac, he looked annoyed "I'm fine, you mind if I have your drink Y/N?"

She frowned at him and shook her head "no— it's mine, get your own."

I looked at Cormac who had a worried look on his face "yeah— yeah get your own Malfoy."

Draco slapped the drink out of her hands, sending shards of glass onto the dance floor. It was too loud for anyone to hear, so no one noticed, only a Hufflepuff who quickly collected the glass.

"Draco what the fuck."

"He put something in your drink" he growled now holding onto Cormac's shirt collar.

"I did not!" Cormac shouted.

"I watched you, you and your little friends had a game going on didn't you?"

Cormac shook his head.

"Who can fuck first? Right?" Draco shouted.

Y/N had heard enough and ran off, she felt embarrassed. She knew Cormac was an ass but she didn't expect that. She wasn't upset or crying, she just wanted to go back to her dorm room.

She felt more embarrassed at the fact that Draco came to her rescue, she should've figured it out herself. Now she was beginning to get annoyed at him.

She turned down a corridor, speeding to her dorm room. Heavy footsteps trailed behind her, she was finally going to be caught by Draco Malfoy.

He tugged on her wrist and pulled her back, she swung around. His other hand pushed her head towards his and he kissed her deeply. Entering his tongue in her mouth straight away.

Y/N let out a whimper and returned the kiss. Draco backed her against the wall, her back hitting the cold stone sharply.

He pulled back, his eyes were heavy which watched his heavy breath.

His finger was raised, he pointed it at Y/N and laughed.

"You— my sweetheart— have been driving me wild."

Y/N could only gulp, his hand slapped the wall next to her head.

"Do you enjoy playing games with me?"

Y/N shook her head quickly, Draco's other hand trailed down her thigh and went underneath her dress. Brushing her inner thighs slowly.

"Answer me!"

"I—I haven't played games."

"You have, you leave me with blue balls, I haven't been able to get rid of them for nearly a week now!"

"That—that's not my fault."

A smirk fell onto his face, his hand stopped moving.

"You're right— maybe it's mine."

Y/N nodded, her underwear now sticking to her wet pussy, his finger grew closer and closer to where she wanted him most. But he didn't touch her, he was teasing her, getting her back for what she'd done to him.

"You know what I want?" He smiled, his thumb brushing her bottom lip, he smudged her red lipstick slightly.

"I want you— to wrap those pretty red lips around my cock."

Y/N moaned at his words, she just couldn't do it, she couldn't let him leave her again when she had all these feelings for him.

Y/N bit her lip and thought to herself— I guess one more time wouldn't hurt, she convinced herself.

Draco searched Y/N's eyes for an answer, then he smirked when he realised she had come to a decision.

Draco looked around and unbuttoned his trousers, he pulled them down along with his boxers. His dick was hard, the head leaking with precum.

"You missed this sweetheart?" He asked wiping the precum off his tip with the pad of his thumb and then smearing it onto Y/N's lips.

Y/N nodded quickly, her tongue darting out to taste his arousal. Draco's hand wrapped around her throat, he pulled her into a hard kiss and then let her go.

"Make me cum" he whispered against her lips.

Y/N fell to her knees, she rubbed up her hand up and down his dick. His hips bucked forward as he felt her thumb brush across his sensitive tip.

Draco's hands tangled in her hair "show me how much you missed me."

He pushed her head forward, his eyes never leaving her. She ran her hand up and down again, stroking the prominent vein on the side, her mouth opened.

Draco guided his tip first into her mouth, Y/N's lips instantly wrapped around it, swirling her tongue to taste him.

"Fuck."

He pushed her head further, forcing her to take more of his thick cock. Her mouth widened, she struggled to take in everything, so what she couldn't she pumped with her hand.

She hollowed her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. Draco groaned at this and gripped her hair harder.

Y/N choked suddenly, feeling his tip hit the back of her throat. Her mouth filled with more saliva, she looked up at Draco, he smirked and pulled her off him.

Multiple strings of her spit were still attached to his his dick from her mouth. Her eyes were watery and her mascara was now running. Draco looked at her like she was an angel.

He traced his tip along her lips and then prodded them, forcing her to open her mouth.

Y/N sucked in a breath, she knew what was coming. She held onto Draco's thighs and he thrusted hard into her mouth. He done this many times until Y/N was sobbing. Her vision was blurry and her mouth was swollen.

"Fucking— love— your— filthy— mouth" he grunted each word. Spit was falling out of Y/N's mouth onto the floor, she looked up at Draco, his head was thrown back, his mouth was parted as he continued to fuck her mouth.

He suddenly pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her forearm. He dragged her up "lift up— your dress."

Y/N quickly wiped her mouth and lifted her dress, Draco looked around again, to see if there were any onlookers. Not that that would make a difference now.

Draco held both sides of her underwear and snapped them, a stinging sensation running through Y/N's body.

He lifted her up, her legs were over his arms as he used the wall to balance his hands on.

"Fuck— I missed you" he whispered, he lined his dick to her entrance and then pushed inside of her.

Y/N's head flew back, Draco let out a strained groan as he pulled out and pushed back in again.

"So tight— you make it hard for me to last long."

She couldn't speak, she was in a total state of bliss, her eyes were screwed shut as he thrusted in and out of her. She moaned his name feeling his cock fill her up sweetly.

Draco moved at a faster pace, the angle made his tip rub against her g spot repeatedly.

Y/N was whimpering, crying his name as she felt her orgasm approach fast.

"You're mine— aren't you?"

Draco thrusted harder, lifting her up slightly higher so he could push into her deeper.

"Fuck— tell me you're mine!"

Y/N's head fell forward, they looked into each others eyes and she nodded quickly.

"Say it— I wanna hear you say it."

"I'm yours Draco."

He slowed his pace, giving Y/N short, deep, thrusts. She was close now, his head leaned in and sucked onto her neck, leaving red and purple marks behind.

He then thrusted one final time hard, which sent them both over the edge. Y/N came moaning his name, Draco let out 5 curse words in one short sentence.

His forehead leaned on hers as he tried to catch his breath. His lips kissed her forehead as he finally let her down.

Y/N pulled down her dress as Draco pulled his boxers and trousers back up. It was silent, no words were spoken between them, both were still reeling from the amazing sex they had just had.

Draco's back was turned from Y/N's, she heard him zip up his trousers "I'm not sleeping with her."

"What?"

"Don't be stupid— you know who I'm talking about."

"Right, I didn't care if you did anyway-"

"You did."

He smiled and turned around, he strolled towards Y/N, he brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ear.

Y/N's eyes were watering, she didn't want to cry in front of him, but all her emotions were coming at once and she couldn't handle them all. She sucked in her tears and remained calm.

"I—I don't want to do this anymore" Y/N whispered, her head faced her feet.

Draco placed a kiss on her cheek "good because neither do I."

Y/N looked at him, she was confused at what he meant by that.

"What does that mean?"

He let out a laugh and smiled "I want you to go back to your room, burn the list of rules and then come back to my room."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and then widened her eyes realising what he had just said.

"But—but Draco?"

Y/N was worried what everyone would think about her being with a Slytherin— let alone Draco Malfoy.

"I don't care anymore— now be a good girl and do as you're told."

"Right, okay."

Y/N went to walk off but he pulled her wrist, forcing her against his chest. His mouth found hers as he engulfed her into a wet kiss. Y/N pulled away before they got too carried away.

"See you soon— sweetheart."

[angry-geese]

Jotaro Kujo x reader

Warnings: nsfw. Smut, fingering, oral (masc reciving), unprotected sex, not the healthiest relationship dynamic, implied age difference, daddy kink. Fem!Reader

Notes: Jotaro being a sugar daddy. College student!Reader, pt4 Jotaro- sort of takes place before the events of DIU but it really isn't clear

It only took a call.

You were still a college student at the time, taking a semester off of your studies. You had no idea what direction you wanted to go with your life, and wanted to get things sorted out before you dove head-first into a major you'd hate. Putting it lightly: the future was terrifying. For the time being, you were working at a coffee shop. It was a decent job- at full time it covered rent for an apartment you shared with a friend. You weren't rolling in it by any means, but you were comfortable enough.

Jotaro frequented your work. You had his order memorized: a single black coffee and a bagel- if he was getting something to eat that morning. Rather boring. A boring order for a seemingly aloof and uninteresting guy. From the very beginning you piqued his interest. You were just bubbly enough to break through that shell of his. He often asked you how school was going. Having thought about majoring in marine biology, it gave you two a lot to talk about. In the end you decided against it, but by then he was already head-over-heels for you.

It wasn't often you found yourself giving out your number to customers. Something about him interested you. It wasn't an immediate thing, taking you weeks to work up the nerve to do it. His reaction was hard to gauge.

You wouldn't receive a text until later that night.

He spent the entire day trying to figure out what to say. So he went with something simple: How are you?

It didn't take long for the two of you to make plans to see each other again. Your first date was to a fancy restaurant. Fancier than you were used to. Working as a barista wouldn't cover a dinner like that, even with tips. Seeing the bill nearly made your soul jump out of your body, but you gritted your teeth and figured you'd eat nothing but ramen until payday. You tried not to look too relieved when he said he'd pay. It was a first date, maybe he was trying to be nice. Then it happened on your second. Then again. No matter how much you offered to pay, he always refused, going out of his way to cover your half. At times it was irritating. It didn't feel fair to let him pay for everything.

You weren't exactly dating, but if someone asked you would deny being single. There was little you knew about him. Obviously you weren't entirely clueless; you knew about his occupation, some small things he liked, one time he even mentioned having a daughter. But it was all very basic, something you could get from one conversation. He was very reserved,

He's not quite sure how it happened. It was only a necklace.

Jotaro just wanted company. Dating someone so much younger made him a bit uncomfortable. To him, there was an obvious power difference. A man his age shouldn't be dating someone as young as you. Sure, you were an adult who could make their own decisions, but it felt wrong. He felt like he was abusing his position, but seeing you bent over his desk wearing nothing but that necklace changed that.

Any time you called, he'd come running. It wasn't always sex. He slept better with someone next to him. Sometimes you'd call him to fuck you against every flat surface of your apartment.

His rough hands trace over the delicate lace of your bra- a gift. Most of them were. Through his pants he hardens against your thigh. You grind down on his lap, your fingers working the buttons of his shirt. His fingers ghosts across your clit through your panties. Wetness pools between your thighs, making the thin fabric of your panties stick to your skin. You're almost embarrassed at how quickly you melt under his touch. Almost.

You should be glad the door to his office locks.

His fingers trace around your clit- not enough to get you anywhere fast- before moving to your thigh. His spare hand palms himself through his trousers. He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. You shift, almost unnoticeable so, desperate for more friction. His expression darkens. In retaliation you grind harder against his thigh.

"Don't be a brat."

"Sorry daddy."

He grunts, seemingly unimpressed with your apology. As much as he pretended to hate the nickname, it made something deep within him stir- almost shamefully so. His hands move to unhook your bra, tossing it aside. Often he ruined them, tearing them in the heat of the moment. He always bought you more.

Anything you wanted he would give to you.

He pulls you so your back is flush to his chest, gently tugging your legs open. Part of you is glad he can't see how you're blushing. His erection presses against your back, painfully hard and leaking against his thigh. From behind, he sucks a dark mark into your neck- you'll have a hard time covering it up in the morning. Not that you mind, you don't have much to do tomorrow anyway. For a moment his hand dips under the waistband of your panties. His free hand kneads the soft flesh of your breast, working your nipples into stiff peaks. He could watch you writhe under him all day. You maneuver your hips so he can pull them down, baring your sex. The sight of him fully clothed while you're completely naked sends a heat straight to your core. When you cross your arms over your chest to cover yourself, he's pulling them away, huffing in frustration. He'd never force you to do something you're uncomfortable with, but he sure did push your limits.

His fingers trace up the soft skin of your thigh. You jolt as his thumb briefly traces across your clit, before his hand comes to a rest on your leg. You know better than to grind against him. Though sometimes you do it just to piss him off. Roughly he shoves presses two fingers into you, moving with quick, short motions. Idly his thumb brushes over your clit. You can't help but squirm. Your moans and pleas only spur him on more. The sounds of your slick sex fills the room. Heat rises up in your cheeks at the lewd noises.

"Please daddy,"

"Please what?"

"Fuck me."

"Not until you cum on my hand first."

You whine. He only picks up the pace. This isn't the first time he's had to stretch you out before fucking you. The building tension in your stomach only serves to make you moan louder, crying out when he brushes against a particularly sensitive spot. He presses a kiss to the back of your neck, goosebumps rising up on your exposed skin. Your breathing grows unsteady the closer you get to your own release. Against your bare thighs, Jotaro's cock hardens, leaking precum into his white pants. Your thighs clamp around his hand as you cum hard. He grunts and nips at your neck, letting you ride out your orgasm on his hand. It's only when the overstimulation becomes too much and you cry out that he pulls away, making a show of licking his fingers.

"On your knees."

"Yes daddy."

You slide off his lap so you're kneeling in front of him. His hands rest at his sides.

You waste no time in freeing him from his pants, his hardened cock springing free. Precum weeps from the head, which is flushed and angry looking. He grunts when you finally take him into your mouth. Your hands work the part of his shaft that won't fit- he's to big to fit in entirely. You press kitten licks to the head, slowly pumping him in your fist. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, his breathing is shallow and shaky. He groans at the warm, wet feeling of your mouth.

He doesn't want the moment to end just yet.

Jotaro's hand tangles in your hair, pulling you off of his cock with an audible pop. He hauls you into his lap, your knees on either sides of his thighs, your chest pressed against his. Slowly he guides you onto his cock, his hands kneading at the soft flesh of your ass. The sent of his cologne is heady and intoxicating. You're half drunk from his touch, your pupils blown, lips bitten pink. Even with the prep, it stings a bit. As you let out a hiss of pain, he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, smoothing a hand over your hair. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size, before guiding you down more. You bottom out on his cock, moaning at the feeling.

Your lust-addled mind barely registers the way he begins bouncing you on his cock, guiding your hips with his hands. The sounds of your moans mix with the noise of skin slapping on skin. His fingers dig into your hips- not hard enough to leave bruises, but hard enough to hurt. You're so overcome with a mix of pain and pleasure that you can't focus on anything but him. He pulls you in for a kiss, but ends up nibbling at your bottom lip until you let him in your mouth. When Jotaro pulls away, a trail of saliva connects the two of you. A splotchy blush creeps up his neck, reaching his cheeks. He's unbuttoned the top few of his shirt, exposing his collarbone. Sweat beads on the planes of muscle of his chest and neck. He groans sinfully as you clench around him. You scramble for purchase against him, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his back.

His free hand moves to toy with your clit, the other gropes at your hips. He's can't pry his eyes from the way your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on his cock.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He asks.

"Inside!"

Your answer catches him off guard, but he's too close to his own orgasm to refuse. Your own release rolls over you like a wave, spitting you out and leaving you ruined. He clings onto your shaky form, pulling you close to him. Mascara streams down your face, your lipstick is smeared. His hot cum spills into your unprotected womb, leaking from you as he pulls out.

Jotaro takes a moment to admire your fucked-out expression before pulling you into his lap, cradling you in his arms. Your breathing evens out after a moment. You could fall asleep there if he'd let you. He just might. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, content where you are. The sight of your relaxed form makes affection swell in his chest. He uses the moment to press a kiss to your forehead.

The more he tried to convince himself he wasn't in love with you, the worse it got.

[neovisioned]

♡ꜜ lipstick stain﹫jaemin na

she looks so perfect - 5 seconds of summer

pairing : jaemin x reader (f)

genre : smut with little plot, roommate!jaemin, college!au. 

warnings : solo masturbation.

word count : +2,5k

synopsis : you leave lip stick stains on your roommate Jaemin’s skin before leaving for the night and he can’t help himself and his hidden feelings.  or : “your lipstick stain is a work of art, i got your name tattooed in an arrow heart.” 

“Y/N, what are you doing ?”, Jaemin wonders out loud, a small laugh coming out of his lips after taking your expression in. Resting the controller of his PlayStation 4 on his thigh, covered by his light grey sweatpants, your roommate lets his eyes wonder up to you as his game loads on the screen of your shared television. From his spot on the couch of your apartment, he was watching you carefully tap your index on your lower lip, before examining your fingertip with a bit too much curiosity.

“I need to see if my lipstick is going to stay through the night, Jaems.”, you explain like it’s obvious, eyes still on your reflection in the entrance’s mirror. Tapping once again your finger on your bottom lip, you slowly check the makeup you flawlessly applied to your features moments prior. You were going out tonight. Any other night, you would probably go out with your beloved roommate but, you were seeing old high school friends. A reunion organized by teachers you barely kept in contact with and, you unfortunately wouldn’t bring the pink haired man with you. You have to say, you wish you could have him with you. The dress you’re wearing hugs your body, your makeup is flawless if it is not for the said lipstick. You know your presence alone will be able to take some people’s breaths away just like it took your roommate’s. But, having Jaemin with you would’ve sealed the deal. Maybe it was a bit childish, wanting to make people jealous. Can you blame yourself ? You were the first to gush over your roommate’s looks and melt at his sweet and gentleman-like personality. Let’s say he isn’t helping you at all at this very moment, legs spread wide, he isn’t wearing a shirt, abdomen on full display.

“Is that the one you got last week ?”, asks the tallest, eyes quickly going back from his game to your figure. The theme song of The Last of Us Part Two plays in the background, the young man’s eyes get stuck on your exposed neck for a bit too long. Brushing your hair with one hand, you use the other to apply some perfume to the base of your neck. Jaemin has to say, you look good every day of the week, every hour of the day. You look ravishing when you two go out every now and then but, it’s clear you decided to make a lot more today. He couldn’t complain, having a roommate like this but God, he wishes he could come with you at this reunion, make sure everyone understands you’re bound to be his. You hum at his question, unaware of his racing thoughts, remembering the day you dragged him to some makeup store, right after getting your paycheck. Fortunately, he didn’t complain, or maybe you just didn’t listen to his desperate sighs. Regardless, he helped you pick a color, he thought would go well with you after some minutes of thinking in front of the large display.

“Why don’t you just do the thing you do with your hand.”, he asks gesturing to the top of his hand. You and Jaemin decided to live together at the beginning of university and, after some years, he caught on to some things. Like how you had the habit of placing your lips on the back of your hand to check if any product would transfer on your skin. He had a good point, you would. But, you were too lazy to wash your hand after, your nails were freshly painted and you were running late.

“Ugh, I’m too lazy to wash my hand after. We’re also out of tissues.”, you sigh, eyebrows raised. Jaemin was the one who finished the roll and didn’t even think about buying a new one. Looking at the watch adoring your wrist, you quietly smack your lips together, hoping the lipstick wouldn’t leave a mark on the cups and straws at the reunion. You had a…weird hatred for lipstick stains.   Jaemin laughs a bit at your antics, leaving his controller on the side. Getting up, he doesn’t hesitate to stand right next to you. Extremely underdressed, he pushes your shoulder with his, checking his own appearance in the mirror. The pink haired man loves annoying you a little bit every now and then.

For a split second, you look over at your friend in the mirror. “We’d look good together”, you think to yourself but, you have to brush the thought away in a flash. See, for the past months, you stopped seeing Jaemin as a friend. And you hated it. You hated how whenever the two of you would cuddle in front of a movie, you’d wish he wouldn’t let go of the embrace to walk to his own, separate room. You started hating the way he’d sing while doing the dishes and while taking a shower. You wanted more and yet, couldn’t see yourself bring the subject up.

“Do it here, we’ll see if it leaves a stain.”, your roommate proposes, taking you out of your thoughts. His finger points at his slightly rounded cheek. Worst thing is, it isn’t the first time that the pink haired allowed you to test your lipsticks on him, he probably knew you were dying to test this one on him too. It happened one time where you were on a rush for work, no tissues or anything else to place your lips on and take the excess product out. Jaemin didn’t mind having a stain as he didn’t have class this morning, he could wash off properly right after and, he gained the guinea pig title. You don’t think twice, grabbing your roommate’s chin between your fingers. Under your touch, Jaemin faces you, angelic face too close to your own. He doesn’t seem to mind either, innocently blinking. There’s a small sigh coming from your lips, one Jaemin doesn’t bring up, like you can’t believe you’re doing this to your crush. You’ve faced it, the growing feeling, blooming butterflies whenever the man would look down at you, whenever he’d smile at one of your jokes. Your lips quickly find his cheek in a loud kiss, a dramatic “mwah” to dedramatize. They trail down without you understanding or processing your actions, placing your lips on his jaw and right under the sharp bone as he willingly tilts his head.  

“Oh, that’s a lot...!”, you notice out loud, brushing your actions off, eyebrows furrowed. A mark of your lips was clearly visible of his cheek, another one on the sharp jawline, and the last one in the middle of his neck. Faded, sure, but still clearly visible. “I’m taking it with me, will probably have to do some touch ups, y’know.”, you mumble quickly, grabbing the lipstick before throwing it in your purse. Get out, quick. Jaemin’s eyes are glued on the mirror, not daring to look at you. Pupils blowing a little wider, they expend a bit more at each new stain discovered. His lips are dry, he noticed. Poking his pink tongue out to wet his bottom lip, he slowly parts them, a feeling he knows too well growing in his stomach.

Biting softly on his chest, he nods as he hears you saying something about time and some teacher you’re excited to see. The pink haired doesn’t pay attention, a finger coming to touch the stain on his neck, cheek growing the same color as his locks.  Why was he so…turned on by such a simple thing ? Was it the stains, or you ? Probably both ? The marks, proofs of your lips on his skin, he wonders what they’d look like lower, lower. His pants grow tighter, the poor thing has to move to the side and hopefully hide the print on the grey fabric. The heat travels down to his chest, coloring the smooth skin there. His breath gets caught in his throat for a second and he has to clear it to hide the fact, wrapping his wondering hand around his upper arm. It’s aching to wrap around his growing length, release the tension growing, but his line of thoughts gets cut by the loud sound of the front door closing behind him. He didn’t even hear you saying good bye, he doesn’t even know when you’re coming back but all of this, are second thoughts.

His breath grows uneven as he looks around the now empty apartment. When the thought finally registers in this foggy brain, he quickly walks towards his room, the theme song of his game still playing.   He doesn’t care to close his door, leaving it slightly open. He can not believe he’s already semi-hard, the young man will never understand the affect you have on him. His mind, his body, it all reacts too quickly to anything you do. From the way you make playlists for his showers and manage to always bend down for the washing machine just at the right moment for him to see by the opened door of the kitchen. Sitting on the edge of his bed, the mattress sinks down under his weight, Jaemin faces the mirror installed right in front of him. Giving him a full view of his body, Jaemin leans back on his hand, his free one wondering on the smooth skin of his chest. With the huge mirror, it was even better. He could clearly see the three marks along his cheek and neck, the last one almost looking like a fading hickey. Oh, how his imagination could wonder so far, so quickly. The young man’s mouth falls slightly agape at how good the color looks on his skin, contrasting with his epiderma. Veiny hand goes down to his bulge, feeling his semi length through the fabric of his pants. His digits wrap around the base, sighing as he teased himself like he knows you’d do too.  Lips reddened by his relentless biting, glittering with a coat of saliva, Jaemin’s hand grabs his sheet as the other sneaked beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. Finally giving himself some skin to skin contact he was craving for, though he wishes it was someone else’s.  A sigh of relief leaves the pink haired’s lips when he feel his rough hand wrapping around his base, tinted lock falling in front of his dark eyes. His dick feels heavy in his hand, a vein pumping at the side. Ever so slowly, his hand moves up, and down. Drawing the pleasure out, his thumb wipes the small pearl of precum threatening to fall. He uses it for smoother movements, lewd sounds echoing in his room. Mind blurred, focused on the ounce of pleasure he was giving himself, he tilts his head to the side. Jaemin was trying his hardest not to close his eyes, he wanted to see the marks and his skin. He was feeding off of them, letting the most perverted side of his brain make whatever he could up in his daze. A pleased sigh leaves his lips the moment he fully pumps his shaft up and down. They grow faster, pleasure taking over his body, sweat gathering at his hairline and soon enough, he was pushing the hem of his pants down. Entirely exposing himself, his imagination was out of control. He wasn’t picturing his hand, rather yours. Petite compared to his, wrapping around his thick shaft, Jaemin wondered what you’d look like, on your knees in front of him. He knows you’d let your tongue drag up his length just like when you catch a drop of melted ice cream. A grown leaves his lips when he vividly pictures your mouth around him and deep down he knows, he knows you’d beg him to fuck you in front of this very mirror. The sound of skin fills the room, rhythmically. Alongside, his sighs grow deeper and deeper, turning into groans and desperate moans. Jaemin doesn’t care to hide them, all alone in his bedroom. He tries his best to remember the feeling of your lips on his skin, picturing them kissing his neck, down his torso, and his hand pumps faster. Maybe your lipstick would leave a few rings around his shaft, a deep moan coming from his chest at the thought, his eyes screwing shut. “God.”, he whines, his hips bucking against his hand. A gasp leaves his lips as his lips his hips fuck his fist. He pictures you again, seeing you in that dress, how the silky fabric hugs deliciously hugs your body. Wishing he could take it off, he’d probably let the fragile fabric rip under his hands, Jaemin couldn’t help himself when it came to you. He wonders, what does you skin would feel like under his fingers, he knows you’d react in the most hypnotizing way to his teases, he knows he can make you cry his name out if you’d let him. His lip gets caught between his pearly teeth again, drawing blood. The iron taste lingers on his tongue, fighting with the newly made fantasy of your arousal coating his tongue. God, he wishes you didn’t leave, his hand moving faster and faster, chasing his high desperately.   “Y/N, fuck.”, it leaves his lips without thinking, he doesn’t care to understand the meaning behind the desperate moan. The blurry image of your body underneath his clouds his mind, made up moans of his name, picturing just how you’d babble because of his cock. God, he wants to hear you moaning, whining, begging. Even better, not being able to form coherent sentence just because of him, coming around his cock because of his, for him. The pink haired loses track as he wonders, getting closer and closer to your climax. His Adam’s apple bobs against the skin of his throat, regular gasp leaving his lips as he mumbles incoherent phrases himself, because of you and, you aren’t even there. He knows he’s about to come, bucking his hips. Letting out a loud moan, his voice cracks towards the end in what sounds like your name, yet again. Jaemin comes in a few short moments, hand never stopping as he milks, giving himself too much pleasure. Zoned out, he pants, a familiar ringing blocking his hearing, some cum on the smooth, slightly red skin of his torso.  Jaemin slowly opens his eyes, slightly regaining more coherent thoughts. Chest falling up and down at an irregular pace, he tries to catch his breath as best as he can, a small curse falling from his lip as his strong orgasm fades away. Damp colored hair in front of his eyes, Jaemin tries to comprehend everything, letting his body fall down on his bed. Closing his eyes, his veiny hands half of his face and he doesn’t even bother covering himself. Poor thing only now starts to calm down, hear clearly again. It’s weird, did he turn his game o-.

“Jaemin…? I forgot my wallet.”

His eyes shot open.

© NEOVISIONED l NO REPOSTING OR TRANSLATIONS ALLOWED.

[ohblackdiamond]

curved air (ace/peter, nc-17)

They didn’t do it every single night on tour. Just a lot of nights. Peter wasn’t even sure when it had started—it had to have been early on, when they were still sharing rooms. But at some point, years ago, he and Ace and Paul had started showering together after the show.

Notes: For @planet-neun. Merry Christmas, and I’m sorry I’m a day late, as usual!

It had been a brilliant show. 

Even now, a month into the reunion tour, Peter couldn’t quite believe how brilliant. How invigorating. How many people. The kids—kids younger than Jennilee, out there on their dads’ shoulders, wearing their makeup. The college girls, their hair and clothes so different from all those years prior, but their wants the same as ever—he wasn’t as interested in them as he used to be, but it was still a thrill just to see them there. Five or six of them had tossed bras up at the stage, and Gene and Paul had collected them like trophies, gleefully hooking them to their mic stands during the show. Like they’d never seen them before, when Peter knew they had. Gene had even brought the bra with the biggest cups backstage, half-jokingly telling a roadie to find the owner, like a demented version of Cinderella’s glass slipper.

The want was more exciting than the money. Seeing so many peoples’ faces lighting up. No one had wanted to see him in so long. He remembered the clubs and bars he’d been reduced to. Even when he’d been on tour with Ace last year, the crowds were nothing, less than nothing, in comparison. Almost no one had asked for his autograph in years, outside of the convention circuit, and now—

It was surreal. A second shot. He wouldn’t waste it. He couldn’t.

The one thing he’d been scared would hold him back wasn’t yet. The pain in his arms hadn’t been bad enough to affect his performances. He was trying, desperately, to prevent it however he could. He’d started dipping his arms in big bowls of ice immediately after getting off the stage. He had all sorts of wraps, too. None of the cortisone injections like he’d had in the seventies. The idea was, these days, to try to treat the pain and stiffness as naturally as possible, and he hoped to limit himself to over-the-counter anti-inflammatories, if he had to take anything. He’d be really careful.

His arms were still a bit pink from the ice. He rubbed at them absently, rolling up the sleeves of his bathrobe. He hadn’t stripped out of the costume and paint yet, the sweat making both stick to him like a second skin. He was waiting. Next to him, leaning against the wall and nursing a can of what Peter hoped was actually Pepsi, Ace was, too.

“Where’s Paul?” Ace asked. Peter had only seen him backstage briefly after the show. Gene was gone, too, but that was expected; he’d always head straight back to the hotel to bang groupies. He’d never been part of their post-concert routine. “Isn’t he hanging around?”

“I thought I saw him talking to Pam earlier.”

“That’s been at least fifteen minutes.” Ace hesitated, rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. Peter watched him blink at the black lipstick smear left on his skin, then laugh quietly, almost to himself. “She didn’t look too thrilled.”

That was an understatement. Paul’s wife had looked mildly humiliated after every concert so far.

“He’s probably cheating on her.”

“Fuck, he’s been cheating on her. But now he’s got lots better pickings than he used to.” Ace put his finger to his lips again, smudging away the lipstick at the cener. “’S different.”

“Cheating’s cheating.”

“Nah, man, I mean… he’s different, we’re different.” Ace took a swallow of his drink. Peter stepped up closer, trying to get a whiff of what was in the can without being obvious about it. Ace needed to knock it off. For Monique’s sake if not for his own. Keep his addictions more than an arm’s length away. Pete had done it more than ten years ago now. But Ace just seemed to keep on and keep on. It felt worse now than it used to, now that he saw him every day. It was like watching a man drown in an inch of water. “It’s not just the crowds. The show makes us different.”

“What do you mean?”

“You think Paulie’d be smacking his own ass onstage if he didn’t have the paint on?” Ace didn’t give him a chance to respond. “Nah. Pam’s not, y’know, used to that side of him.”

“The only side I see of him onstage is his ass. He’s not turning around like he used to.”

“Aw, Petey. Lemme make it up to you.”

Ace set the drink down on the table. Peter grabbed it, taking a sip, relieved when the only thing he tasted was Pepsi. Ace’s expression was unreadable at first, before the right side of his mouth raised up just slightly in a smile.

“I ain’t doing so bad. I promise. You wanna wait on him?”

It took a second before Peter realized what Ace meant. He hesitated, uncertain. If Paul and Pam were really having a row, Paul wouldn’t be back, ritual be damned. Part of him wanted to wait despite that. The rest of him wanted to step out of his sweaty spandex as soon as possible.

“Let’s just go. Any longer and this shit’ll be glued to my skin.”

“Wouldn’t be that bad a look,” Ace said, and clapped an arm around his shoulder. “C’mon.”

--

They didn’t do it every single night on tour. Just a lot of nights. Peter wasn’t even sure when it had started—it had to have been early on, when they were still sharing rooms. But at some point, years ago, he and Ace and Paul had started showering together after the show.

It would get pretty stupid. They’d done all sorts of comparisons on each others’ dicks, hard and flaccid. Soap-dropping. Smacking each other with washcloths. And they’d fooled around—sure, they’d all fooled around. It was if the shower was just another barrier to the real world. Like the inverse of Superman’s phone booth. Painted monsters coming in, regular guys coming out, with no one aware of the process in-between.

Peter had been surprised when the band showers resumed. Thought Paul would demure out of ego, not wanting the other two to see him stripped bare sixteen years on. But he’d been all for it. They hadn’t screwed around, just teased each other about the gut that those workout regimens hadn’t gotten rid of, but that was all right. It was fun. Reassuring. It felt good to know there was still a piece of the old times that really was just for them, a piece that had nothing to do with summoning up someone else’s nostalgia. It felt really good.

They’d usually use the showers by the dressing room, rather than the hotel. Ace would step in first, tinkering with the temperature, and then Peter, with Paul following behind. Twenty minutes easy of soaping up and shooting the shit. Which reminded Peter—

“You bring a pack of razors?”

“Said they’re in the shower.” Ace crooked another small grin. “They got everything ready for us right here whether we used ’em or not. Even the cold cream. Rider’s a mile long.”

“I can’t remember the last time I had a rider worth anything.”

“I can.” The velcro made an almost itchy sound as Ace, as blase about nudity as ever, peeled away the vest of his costume, tossing it on a chair for wardrobe to gather up later before starting on his boots, socks, and the leotard beneath. Wardrobe. They actually had wardrobe. A month in and it was still unbelievable. Peter inhaled sharply, then tugged off his shoes and socks, his bullet-belt of a vest. Stepped out of the leotard. The relief was almost instant, the cool air a balm on his sticky skin as they padded barefoot to the shower. “Last time I was with you.”

--

They really did have the cold cream there in a huge, personalized caddy in each shower stall. Had regular makeup removal wipes, too, and a fat stack of white towels of various sizes. Six different shampoos. Body wash. Acne cleanser. Bar soap. Loofahs. Razors. Condoms. Lube. God, and this wasn’t even the hotel. They didn’t even know whether KISS would even use the showers on-premises. He would’ve expected all this excess sixteen years ago. Now, it never failed to impress him. Never failed at all.

He picked up a washcloth and the cold cream out of habit and preference, unscrewing the jar and taking it with him back to the sink. One illusion he could take care of pretty quickly. He could hear Ace turning on the shower, and he waited, half-expecting Ace to call him in, but he didn’t. Instead, Ace headed over to the sink just as Peter dipped his fingers into the thick cream.

“Hold on, man.”

“What for?”

“Lemme give you a hand.” Ace scooped up some of the cream and started to spread it across Peter’s face. Messy dollops on his forehead, cheeks, and chin, before Ace rubbed it in properly with his fingers, the cream smearing away the paint, gradually exposing his skin. Ace smiled a little bit as he traced the tips of his fingers against Peter’s cheeks, turning the whiskers into smudged, blotchy ovals, and then nothing at all.

“Paint doesn’t hide as much as I thought it did,” Peter said dryly, after a glance in the mirror. Ace was still working on getting rid of the makeup, casually, slowly.

“You still look pretty good under there, y’know.”

“I’m fifty.”

“We can round down.” Ace took the washcloth, wet it, and wiped away the excess on his cheeks. “Close your eyes for me.”

Peter did. A second and Ace’s cream-coated fingers were carefully rubbing at the paint on his eyelids, spreading it out and up, towards his eyebrows and forehead.

“I never thought I’d be back to doing this at fifty. It’s… it’s far out, isn’t it? I still can’t believe it.” If the outdated turn of phrase bothered Ace any, he didn’t say anything, and Peter could feel the cloth against his eyelids next, just as gentle. “I can’t talk about it with Gene and Paul. They don’t get it.”

“They get it a lot better than you think.”

“Nah, nah. They…” Peter trailed, trying to come up with the right words as Ace kept wiping away his makeup. He wasn’t even mad at the other two for not getting it. He just wanted to explain. “They’ve been in that world so long. They dunno what it’s like to be down to nothing.”

“They’ve got a good idea. Maybe it was worse for them.”

“Worse? Are you serious? Come off it, Ace, they’re neck-deep in Hollywood bullshit and yes-men, they never—”

“This wasn’t just our last chance, Petey. It was theirs, too.” Ace didn’t elaborate any further. Peter opened his eyes, and saw Ace rinsing off the washcloth in the tap. The remnants of cream mixed with black greasepaint left a gray streak in the sink. 

“I’ll get your makeup for you, Ace.”

“S’okay, I’ll get it.”

“No, I--”

“Don’t want you holding your arms up anymore than you gotta.”

A slight warmth started up somewhere in Peter’s stomach as he shook his head.

“It’s not so bad. Nothing like it used to be. C’mon, let me.”

Ace bit his lip, then nodded.

“Okay. But in the shower, yeah? There’s something else I wanna get up to.”

--

He tried to be careful, taking Ace’s makeup off. Ace was still mixing up some kind of powder for the silver starbursts, one that bothered his eyes. The cold cream almost melted between his fingers from the steam of the shower before he could even get it on Ace’s face, sliding off easily. He didn’t look so bad under the greasepaint. Not so bad at all, but there was a tiredness along with that old eerie awareness now. It was too early in the tour for Ace to be tired. Too early for Ace to be worried.

Peter kissed him as soon as the last remnants of makeup were washed away, on down to the lipstick. Ace returned the kiss almost immediately, looping an arm around him, pulling him close. They lingered like that awhile, under the spray of the shower, quiet and warm and wet. Then Ace, less lethargic and lackadaisical than usual, mouthed along his throat while his hand reached for Peter’s dick.

“Takes longer than it used to,” Peter warned, as if it’d really been that long since they’d last messed around. Maybe it’d been years since the last shower ritual had ended in handjobs and blowjobs, but it hadn’t been more than three days since the last time Ace’s body had ended up against his. Ace just winked.

“I got the time if you got the money, Cat.”

His hand was familiar. It felt the same as ever wrapped around his cock, pumping absently. Only the backdrop was different. Peter grunted, let Ace slowly ease him backwards until he felt the cool wall tile against his skin. His breath hitched as Ace worked him up to full attention. No hurry. Never any hurry. Not even in those shitty motels from ’74, the ones that ran out of hot water less than five minutes in. He and Paul would hop out, cursing and shivering, but Ace would just cackle once it turned cold. He acted like they always had all the time in the world to come.

The onslaught of water wasn’t direct now, just stray droplets amid the steam. Ace’s grip slacked off almost as abruptly as it had begun, as he sunk down to his knees in front of him, hands tracing his thighs.

He’d watched Ace take him in hundreds of times before. More times than he’d watched Ace’s knees buckle to the floor during the show. Down-down-down. It didn’t mean anything there. It meant something here, here in this in-between space, where all the magic of spandex and greasepaint faded and left them as they were, flawed and ordinary. It always would.

Peter’s hands found Ace’s soaked hair, pushing the wet strands back from his face. He closed his eyes again, and smiled.

[chefn7]

A perfect night…

Well here I am again, that jumpy anxious feeling I get when night time comes around, I can’t shake it. It’s like my skeleton wants to jump out of my body, and my cock gets so hard sometimes it turns purple at the tip. It’s been months since I’ve had a woman and a sexual encounter, find myself rubbing one out every morning and night. It’s gotten so bad I don’t even take a normal break I take jerking off breaks…oh I’m so pathetic as I have to laugh at myself.

It’s Friday night.. debating whether to have a night to myself..by that I mean porn and beer the perfect combo for a lonely single man..fuck I’m pathetic. No not today I’m going out I don’t care where ..maybe a bar? I ask myself. I finally convince myself that I am going out on this cold October night. What to wear, I look in my shitty closet with cracks and the light bulb dangling with light in and out, I grab the best looking jacket I have which is an old bikers jacket my uncle gave to me with an American flag patch on the front pocket. Yup this will do and a nice flannel button up shirt with jeans I’m stunning oh fuck I’m a loser. I cringe but I go out the door anyway, the brisk air of the night whisks my wet groomed hair..should’ve gotten a haircut and maybe rubbed one out before I go in case I meet a lady tonight.. I highly doubt I won’t ..fuck it I tell myself.

The closest bar near my apartment is only a few feet away, a little dive knows as “Creeks Perfect Night” you can imagine it looked like any other dive bar with shitty neon signs and a drunk chick or two puking her guts outside the door, yeah this seems like the place I will get laid for sure . Shaking my head in disbelief as I walk in the smell of watered down beers and stale peanuts hit me in the face like a baseball bat. I sit near the outside of the bar where there are less people sitting, drinking alone and people watching is what I do best.

I signal the bartender for a beer just a domestic for me nothing fancy. I order three more and then all of a sudden there was a sudden change in the atmosphere of this dank bar, the stale smell is replaced by the most intoxicating scent that has ever graced my nostrils. Almost like the smell of jasmine in the spring and rose water.. And then almost like a breeze passing by I get a glimpse of the one responsible for that delicious scent.

I’m facing down like I always do in a public place, and I see legs, beautiful, slender, sexy legs, accompanied by red pumps, a very short red dress, as I raise my head to sneakily get a glimpse I see possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, skin so white, so silky and pristine, lipstick red and deep like the most finest wine, and wide brimmed red hat that looked almost velvet. She did not look like she belonged here, looking at her I imagined myself walking up to her and saying that very thing “you are the most woman I have ever seen, let me take you away from here so I can do things to you that will make scream my name” oh but what a joke am I, I don’t have the balls. Then as if she was reading my mind, she looks at me, oh shit she is really looking at me and if she smiles I am here, I will melt, I will be her slave. Almost instantly like a predator a beautiful creature of prey, a row of pearly white emerge my way and I am dead now. My heart skips a beat or two because now is getting up and walking my way, the sound of her heels as they hit the old wooden floor, slowly and seductively , I take a drink of my beer as she sits down next to me, “hey there handsome” she says, her voice like a purr from a jungle cat so wild and untamed. “Hello there” I answered back so shaky and pathetic, way to go I tell myself, she smiles and asks if I’m from around here, I feel like this moment as I talk to her is like a dream it doesn’t feel real. We hit it off, we basically talk and laughed all night till the bar was near closing that means it’s close to 2am..I have work in 5 hours.. before I can say anything she says those words I was hoping to hear “let’s get out of here” my heart skips a beat and looks like I’m calling out for work. The walk to my apartment is nice, she holds on to my arm , the sound of her heals on the street slowly and even more seductive as we get closer to my place. My cock is rock hard at this point and I’m precumming for sure as I feel wet in my underwear..we get close the front door of my apartment again it was almost as she has a mind reading power or is just super perceptive. She reaches down and runs her hand up my pant leg and they grabs my shaft through my pants and strokes it, “I’m in town for one more day and I want to fuck you before I leave, your the most interesting handsome man I’ve met here in this town, and I want you” as if my cock couldn’t get any harder. I unlock the front door and lead her inside.

As I put my keys on the coffee table she pushes me on to my couch. She kneels down with her elbows spreads my knees open wide so she has access between my legs. She unbuckles my belt and lowers my zipper, I’m so hard my dick instantly pops out through the front opening of my boxer briefs. “Ooooo, that’s a big boy” she says with excitement and pleasure as she is definitely impressed by my size. She strokes my hard throbbing cock down the shaft a couple of times before she takes me into her mouth, soft lips and the warmth of her mouth as she strokes my shaft up and down slowly and steady driving me crazy I don’t know how I have not came already but she was controlling it. “Don’t cum yet” she says and I’m her slave at that point her sex slave. She takes off the rest of her clothes and I get up to take the rest of my clothes off as well, as she undos her break I come up from behind her and help her take it off, I put my hands over her breasts , very busty and all natural. We then move into my bedroom, we start with some sucking and licking of places on our body, which just elevates the sexual tension, I start by putting my tongue between her beautiful legs, but not after I suck her toes because I have a foot fetish. I flick my tongue slowly on her clit as I put my two fingers inside her and one in her ass.

That drove her wild as she let out a moans so loud i was sure we would get a noise complaint, I then turn her over exposing her asshole and clit, I grab her by the buttocks and stick my tongue in asshole, flick tongue in and out as I rub her clit.. she is very wet so wet she almost came and the I told her the same thing she told me “don’t you cum yet” she turns around and tells me to lay down on my back, she slides on to my cock and the wetness and warmth of her pussy drives me nuts as she moves her pelvis back and forth slowly and first but then starts ridding faster and faster and she digs her nails into my chest. She stops and says “no not yet, I want it from behind” so I do as I’m told, I turn her around and drive my big cock behind her into her very moist opening and it’s like butter she is so wet. Thrusting deeply I don’t know if I can hold it any longer and again almost like she read my mind she says “before you cum put in my ass” This is becoming the perfect night. I take my cock out of her every so moist pussy, and slowly insert into to her beautiful bleached asshole, someone really takes good care of her grooming, as my cock goes in her gaping opening it feels warm and almost a little tight the sensation is increased by ten and my cock is going to explode as I go in and out of her ass.. she’s rubbing her clit as I do this and then a very thunderous orgasm is let out by her and I’m right behind her… no pun intended. Thrusting in and out of her beautiful perfect ass, I give it a few slaps and then as I’m cumming she tells me to stay inside and like a nuclear bomb the mushroom cloud of my load explodes inside her and out some out of her asshole as I take my cock out.

As we clean ourselves up.. we meet each other in my bathroom in the shower. As we both stand inside the shower, the warm water dripping in our faces , she puts her arms around and whispers in my ear, “thank you for this Perfect night” I smile at her and then I ask “ready for part of the this perfect night”

?The End?

[peterthepark]

that’s why i love you

pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader

summary: intimacy was never his thing, neither was it yours. he craved something different - something that didn’t involve war, or speaking his mind, having to agree or having to stay. he just wanted to fuck you and leave.

warnings: smutty content, cursing, cheating

a/n: inspired by the song that’s why i love you by sir & sabrina claudio

He runs his hand down the side of the door, blue eyes hungry and blown with lust. Billy licks his lips as he takes in the sight of the small trenchcoat on your frame, knotted in the front to enclose whatever was underneath.

All he cared about was what was underneath.

Your burgundy lips pull into a mischievous smile, red nails trailing up Billy’s bare, wet chest from the shower he had just taken. He reeks of desire. And he smells of selfishness. You place your leg in front of the other, stretching them out as you stand tall in your stilettos.

“You’re late.” He says gruffly, not once tearing his stare off you.

“You said ten.”

“It’s ten-thirty.” Billy scoffs, stepping aside to let you into the room. You glance at him over your shoulder, chuckling at his change of behavior. “What?”

“You’re so eager. Makes me sad that Hannah can’t make you feel this way.” You purr, sitting down on the edge of the queen bed. “Does she ever make you feel this way?” Billy holds his chin high as he studies your face. Your grin doesn’t waver, and it almost makes him feel shameful with the way he wanted to bite the flesh of your thighs as your trenchcoat rides up further your body. “Is this why you come to me? Or should I say, come for me?” You giggle innocently, biting down on your nail as you slowly part your thighs.

“This isn’t about you, babygirl.” Billy retaliates, moving to stand between your spread legs. He nudges them further apart with his knees, letting his hand slide over your jaw, slipping a thumb into your mouth before he captures your lips into a hungry kiss. Pulling away, he leaves hickies down your neck, tugging on the collar of your coat to mark you. “This was never about you. You know what this is, Y/N.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, smiling into your sweet skin.

“Maybe I need a little... refresher.”

You bat your lashes at him, undoing the belt of your trenchcoat. He lets out a shaky sigh when you shrug it off to expose the expensive set of lingerie beneath. The black corset hugs your bodice tightly, pushing up your tits in the most heavenly way possible. Billy only then notices the small choker around your neck, along with the singular lace garter around your thigh.

“Jesus, Y/N.” He breathes out, tucking his finger under your face to look at you properly. “So dolled-up for me.”

“This isn’t about you.” You whisper, hair falling in wisps by your cheeks. Billy gently pushes you back against the bed, letting your wrists fall beside your head as you stare up at him longingly. His breaths are heavy and ragged as he kneads at your skin, letting his nose graze against the front of your corset. Your fingers entangle themselves in his hair, where you bravely tug on his curls to pull him flush against your body.

“Fuck, Y/N. God, you look so goddamn good. Every time.” He mumbles into your arm as he begins to untie the front of your corset, “So beautiful.”

He usually wasn’t like this. The copious amount of compliments or the slow - agonizing- foreplay - it wasn’t his character. Normally, he’d immediately initiate sex, but tonight? There was something different about his demeanor. You couldn’t blame him, really, with all the shit that he was going through. But it was never your business to ask, and it was never in your character to talk about what his personal life was outside of this hotel room.

Pillowtalk wasn’t in the agreement.

Billy’s lips latch onto your hardened nipple, where he swirls his tongue around the bud. You straddle his lap, grinding against his sweatpants with desperation as he nips at your burning skin. His movements are more hurried and rough, and you’re starting to recognize him again.

He moans when you crane your neck, giving him permission to wrap his hand around your throat as he whispers in your ear.

Same compliments.

Same needs.

Same thing, no rules.

“Do you want this?” Billy growls with narrowed eyes.

He knows that he doesn’t need to ask.

He knows your answer already, just by the look in your eyes, and by how you claw at his shoulders.

And yet he still asks you everytime.

You respond with a soft moan, bumping noses as you let your mouth hover over his. He hisses when you bend over to kiss his Adam’s apple, bobbing under your touch as he lays back. His big arms come to rest behind his head, and his torso stretches as he watches you play with your breasts.

“Billy?”

“Yes?” He calls out as you crawl between his thighs, hooking your fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Call me angel tonight?”

The request causes Billy to shiver. The glimmer of your eyes could almost be mistaken as innocence, but he knows that you have plans that are far from innocent. He balls his hands into fists in your hair as you lick the tip of his cock. He twitches immediately, blushing rosy red at the sensation. You hear the faint gasp of angel, and you chuckle harmoniously.

“Put it inside your mouth, Y/N. Wanna see you choke on my dick.” Billy sighs as you finally wrap your lips around his thick length, where your lipstick stains onto his skin. He shudders when saliva starts to dribble down your chin, and he begins to remember how good you are at making him cum in such a short period. You take notice of his tight grip on the nape of your neck, using it as a sign to pull away from him. You inhale loudly, almost coughing up a storm as you finally get a breath of air. “Such an angel for me, yeah? Sucking my cock... almost makes me wanna fuck your throat.”

“Do you want to, daddy?” You smirk, using your hands to slowly pump his erect cock. “I mean... I don’t mind.” Shrugging, you tie your hair back, opening your mouth for him.

He eases himself between your lips, hand gripping the back of your head to push you further down his dick. Tears prickle in your vision as you gag around him, but Billy knows you can take it as he starts to thrust into you. It’s messy - spit, tear tracks, crazy hair. But you easily know that comes with it.

“Shit, angel. You are fu- fucking amazing. Ah, fuck. Can’t wait to taste that pussy of yours when I’m all finished. You want that?”

“Yes. Please.” You say incoherently.

“Then be a good girl for me and let me fuck your mouth.”

He quickens his thrusts, causing you to shut your eyes at the strained sensation in your throat as he holds you in place. The corners of your mouth bubble with spit, and the sounds you make drive Billy insane to the peak of an orgasm. He throws his head back, curling his nails into your hair as he shoots thick strings of cum down your throat. You whimper as some trickle down your bottom lip, not wanting to waste his precious load. You pull yourself off of him with a loud pop, giggling as you stick out your cum-covered tongue at him.

“Look at you.” He whispers, caressing your cheek with his palm, before he very gently slaps it against your face. “Not only are you an angel, you’re a fucking cumslut.”

You moan audibly at that, feeling your panties dampen at his words. You run a hand up his abs, watching as he motions for you to sit on his face. You move further up his body, letting your core hover just above his mouth while his fingers play with the garter on your thigh. He snaps it against your skin, earning a yelp of surprise from you. He doesn’t waste time as he delves between your folds; his tongue works your clit, collecting your wetness.

Your hand goes to hold the leather headboard, sweaty palms struggling to grip onto the solid as Billy wraps his forearms around your thighs in an effort to hold you down. His nails dig into your soft flesh, leaving crescent-shaped indents when he moves to slap the bare cheek of your ass.

“Billy!” You squeal, body shivering forwards at the sudden contact. Unexpectedly, he tosses you off his face, letting you roll back onto the cushions of the bed. His mouth glistens with your juices, and he gives you a devilish smirk as his tongue darts out to wipe them away.

There’s a growl that rips from his throat as he kisses at your neck and breasts, awakening your skin with goosebumps as he lines up with your entrance. He quickly glances to you, quirking an eyebrow for approval. You nod hastily, clinging onto his arm as he supports himself above you.

“Y/N...” He groans as he buries himself into your pussy. You writhe at the full sensation, mouth forming an ‘O’ as you lock eyes with Billy. “So tight. Fuck. God, you’re perfect.”

Your lips curl up into a faint smile at the sound of it, but the sweet moment doesn’t linger for too long once Billy starts to move his hips into you. His thrusts are slow, yet deep, and at this point, he’s hitting your g-spot endlessly, and you swear you could almost cum right then and there until he pauses.

“Don’t cum, angel. You remember the rules, right?”

“I do, daddy.” You nod furiously.

He narrows his eyes for a second, laughing sinisterly when he begins to circle his thumb against your clit. “Do you? Or should I fuck you hard till you actually remember?”

“F-fuck... please.” You moan out, fisting your fists into the sheets as Billy continues toying with your pussy.

“Little slut.”

He flips you over, grabbing you by the hips as he places his hand on the arch of your back. You grunt as your breasts hit the pillows, and your ass wiggles in the air playfully as you glance back at Billy. His chest glistens with sweat, and your eyes trail down to his dick. Beads of pre-cum trickle down his thumb as he runs it over his tip, right before he pushes himself between your folds. You cry out in pleasure as he snaps his hips against your ass and thighs.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoes throughout the hotel room, and you’re certain that your moans can be heard from the first floor. Billy chuckles as he feels you tighten around him, recognizing the feeling as he brushes his fingers against your clit once more. You try to hold back, but his hand comes down to spank your ass, and you quiver as your juices run down your legs.

“Shit, Y/N. Look at this mess.” He hums with amusement, licking his lips as he looks at your dripping pussy. “You like being messy for daddy?”

With a high-pitched whine, you grin against him, clearly still in need of a orgasm. “Mmm. I’m sorry.”

“Angel, c’mon now. Don’t be sorry.” He growls lowly in your ear, and you gasp as his hand wraps itself around your throat. “I love it when you make a mess. And so tonight, we’re gonna make plenty of a mess.”

Billy was never a liar when it came to you.

He was right about messes.

He was hungry, and touch-starved, and you couldn’t blame him.

The table creaks beneath you as your heels dig into Billy’s shoulders. You orgasm again, then Billy tosses you back onto the bed, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he thrusts inside you without hesitation.

“Billy... fuck... fuck, so good.” He folds you over, letting your knees hit your chest as he pounds into you roughly. His groans are low and gruff, with the occasional whiny, needy moan that drove you insane. Your pussy clenches around him as his jaw hangs slightly open, still fucking you to the brim of tears.

“Babygirl, fuck. You’re perfect. Shit, I love your pussy. Fuck, so wet. Gonna cum.”

“Cum. Please, cum. I want you to fill me up, B.” You dirtily whisper against his cheek, before kissing his lips as his thrusts become lazy.

He lets out a long moan, burying his head into your shoulder as he finally cums. You smile as he relaxes into your body, collapsing gently to your side.

“Holy fuck.” He breathes out, laughing as he ruffles his hair. He looks over to you, skimming the rise and fall of your breasts. “Next week again?”

You sigh knowingly, nodding. “Yeah, but... maybe we can do it at my place this time. These hotels are getting expensive.”

“Oh?” Billy grins, “Can I finally cook you dinner?”

You frown, “You don’t cook dinner for anyone, Billy.”

“Says who?” He moves to kiss up your jaw, tasting the saltiness of your skin.

“You know that’s against the rules...” You nudge his nose with yours, whispering against his plump lips. “And this pillowtalk... what we’re doing right now... is also against the rules.” You say between kisses, caressing his arm.

He pulls away reluctantly, dipping his head down to avoid your gaze. “I know.” You gulp audibly, leaving the bed to collect your things. Billy shifts towards the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his bare thighs in thought. “Hannah is probably wondering where I am right now. It’s the end of her shift. I should... I should go, right?” He calls out to you as you leave the bathroom. Your face is bare of makeup, and your tan trenchcoat hugs loosely around your body.

His blue eyes meet yours, unsure and hesitant. “Billy, I never wondered what this could be.”

“I know.”

“We just... you-“

“I fuck you and leave. I know.”

“I mean, have you wondered what this could be?” You shrug, crossing your arms against your chest as you lean against the table he had fucked you on.

“No.” His jaw clenches.

“I’ve never wanted anything from you, Billy. Just - I sit on your dick then I go home.” You scoff wryly, gesturing at him.

“I know, Y/N. Fuck, I know.” He shakes his head, burying his face in his hands.

“There’s nothing here for us.” You approach him, massaging his scalp as you let him wrap his arms around your waist.

“I just... maybe we could be more if I - if I could deal with the pain.” He huffs, tightening his hold on you.

“I know. But this isn’t what I came for.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t wanna waste your time.” He mutters softly. “I think... maybe it’s just - maybe this is what I get for cheating on Hannah.”

You step away from him, pressing one last kiss to his head before you slip into your heels.

“If this is you feeling shame for cheating on Hannah...”

You sling your purse over your shoulder as you head for the door. wrapping a hand around the knob.

“Think about how I feel for cheating on Steve.”

Billy nods in understanding.

“I’ll see you next week.”

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Coming Home

January’s entry for the year of smut! I got quite a lot of requests for Eisuke and I thought he was a pretty good place to start. Halfway through writing this I realised that Eisuke’s feelings towards MC reminded me of one of my favorite Byron poems, She walks in Beauty. 

This fic is NSFW, Eisuke x MC and 18 rated.

2019 Year of Smut masterlist | My KO-FI  | AO3

They’re supposed to be going out for dinner, but MC has other ideas.

January birthdays have both their perks and downsides. For one, the line between new year and birthday celebrations grows increasingly blurred with each passing year. Eisuke, whose schedule is utter chaos at the best of times, spends much of his new year at official functions and private parties, sleeping for a maximum of three hours at a time and ignoring the growing bags under his eyes.

He has come to resent the parties now that MC is a part of his life. The alternative before was drinking alone or with a woman he’d forget come morning. These days he wants to spend every moment with her and no one else and begrudges sharing her even with relatively close acquaintances.

Today they are supposed to be attending dinner with a number of associates and he has no genuine desire to go, a fact only reinforced by MC’s concerns that she might make a fool of herself accidentally. As always, she has changed everything.

Today she went so far as to insist they drive together, all while giving him a twirl. He cannot deny that she looks beautiful, though he’d much rather she’d do so in the bedroom.

She put on a red dress that he bought for her; tight fitting and with ribbons at the back that he has replaced more often than he cares to remember. The ribbons are fragile and easy to tear and in the heat of the moment he cannot hold back.

Every so often he’ll catch a glimpse of her exposed back; a flash of colour in the corner of his eye. He’s sure she chose it specifically to taunt him; patting her hand against his leg every time he falls silent.

Dinner is going to be torture; a fact made all too clear as he grips the steering wheel. He’s glad that it’s dark and she cannot see how white his knuckles are or the concentration on his face. It takes all of his energy to focus on the road and every so often he chews at his bottom lip in an attempt to think of anything else. He doesn’t want to think about how hard he is; she’s teasing him on purpose and he cannot stand to let her win.

“I wonder what’s on the menu tonight,” she says, peering into the rear view mirror and adjusting her hair. “I was talking to the chefs at the hotel and they’re adjusting it for the new season.”

“Mhmmm.”

Eisuke cannot bring himself to care about seasonal menus or even their upcoming meal. All he can think about is tearing the ribbons of MC’s dress and hitching up her skirt.

“I’ve heard they have black watermelon,” she says. “I wonder how it might work in a dessert.”

“Mhmm.”

“Eisuke?”

She touches a hand to his thigh and his stomach flutters.

“Eisuke?”

“Mmm, yes?”

“You seem to be in a world of your own,” she laughs, a knowingness in her voice that only confirms his suspicions. She has intended this from the beginning and he is so happy at confirmation that he cannot bring himself to humour her and look surprised.

Calling a raincheck is almost too easy; Eisuke faking an apologetic tone and story about a prior engagement even as MC trails her lips across his throat, leaving smears of red lipstick in their wake. He does not remember pulling over; doesn’t remember travelling a quiet road and arriving at an overlook so far from the Tres Spades that he cannot make it out over the horizon.

He does, however, remember tossing his phone into the back seat and lifting MC onto his lap. She grips the steering wheel, gasping as he reaches for the ribbons of her dress. The last tie is at the back of her neck and it takes only one gentle tug to leave her dress falling to her lap, leaving her naked from the top of her head to the curve of her waist. At first she is modest, reaching up to shield her breasts from view. His response is to laugh and reach for the rear view mirror, moving it left and then right until he can properly see their reflections-MC’s parted lips and the goosebumps along her skin. He reaches around her middle to coax her hands away from her chest, grazing his lips across the back of her neck as he reaches to cup her breasts. He opens one eye to admire the view-his hands ghosting MC’s skin and lingering at the points that leave her gasping.

He is all too aware that his hands are cold and some of her gasps come from the sudden change in temperature. If anything that leaves him more boisterous, squeezing the softer spots of her body and biting her exposed skin forcefully enough to leave bruises.

“You know, I really do love that dress,” he whispers.

“Do you now?”

Originally he bought it for the colour; noticing the ribbons only after having MC model it in the store. She’s bolder when she wears it, more inclined to wear red lipstick and higher heels. Her blushing innocence only leaves him with a greater appreciation for the times she steps out of character.

He runs a hand across her thighs and the lace of her underwear.

“Now what have we here,” he breathes, tracing the patterns and slipping his fingers under the seams. He smirks in satisfaction at her gasps as he skims his fingertips across her clit, her grip on the steering wheel growing ever tighter.

He does not bother to be gentle; instead picking up an unforgiving pace that sends her bucking her hips across his fingers and against his cock. He can see her expression in the rear view mirror; eyes half lidded as she bites her bottom lip. Sometimes she sneaks glances at her own reflection; the only moments that she shows an ounce of modesty.

“Ei...Eisuke,” she moans, leaning into him and reaching down to cast aside her underwear entirely. “Eisuke, I…”

He drags her underwear to her knees and pushes her forward, giving himself enough room to reach down to his zipper. He gives himself one and then two tentative strokes before reaching up to guide her hips towards his. Her breath hitches as she sinks onto his cock and he cannot tear his gaze from the rear view mirror; away from the curve of her neck and wet sound every time she sinks onto him.

She starts slow and steady, gauging the best angles and depth. His mind falls blank the moment she takes him in completely. She’s panting from the exertion, a sheen of sweat across her body.

“Oh f-“

She’s so warm and so tight that he struggles to find words, instead reaching down and searching for her clit. He knows he’s on the right track when she hisses with pleasure and bucks her hips into his.

The car windows are foggy, leaving them closed off from the outside world. He no longer remembers where exactly he stopped the car, nor can he bring himself to care. The warm ripples of pleasure running through her as she comes and raspy sound of her calling his name are all he can being himself to care about.

He steadies his hands on her waist, easing her pace and latching his teeth into the back of her neck as his own release sets in. MC moans as he comes inside of her, staying in place as she overflows and wetness pools between her thighs.

They sit in silence, catching their breath, the foggy windows clearing alongside the fog of lust. The red marks across her skin from his teeth are only too clear to him now, along with the evening chill.

“H-happy birthday,” she pants, resting her head against the steering wheel.

The pair of them are sweaty and disheveled upon their return to the hotel. Eisuke is grateful for the private elevator and entrances, not out of modesty, but lack of desire to share the moment.

MC is tucked up in bed when he gets there, naked under the covers and helping herself to black watermelon. It’s a tranquil sight and seemingly absurd against the backdrop of the clothes they cast aside on the bedroom floor.

Her lips are sweet from the fruit and her kisses moreso. She lifts some of the melon onto a cocktail stick and guides it into his mouth.

“Well?” MC asks, watching the juice trickle from his lips to his chin.

“I think I’d rather have something else for dessert.”

“Oh?”

“What can I say,” he says, setting aside the plate as she sits up onto her hands and knees to straddle him. “I’ve got an appetite.”

They really did skip dinner and his stomach really is growling as she links her hands in his, but given the choice he would rather starve to death than go without her gentle touches.

She is all the nourishment he needs; his only constant. To kiss her is to remember himself and to hold her is to come home. 

[terapsina]

You know who you remind me of?

(I wrote this for @riveralwaysknew‘s DW giveaway but I have actually always wanted to write something for River and the Doctor so this was the thing to push me off my ass and actually do it. I know it’s short but I really did enjoy writing it, so I hope you’ll enjoy reading it too.)

ao3

The party that brought them here is in full swing, fancy people from across the galaxy there to bid for priceless items and artifacts, including one Dracary egg stolen from its mother.

They left O’Brien and Ryan behind them with the distraught parent - the Dracary when grieving could be quite unpredictable - so the Doctor and Yasmin are hiding under a table that’s holding a champagne pyramid by themselves. They’re whispering through an argument on the best way of getting the egg back, when the Doctor hears laughter and freezes.

The laugh is thick with mischief and a galaxy of secrets.

She knows that laugh.

In a moment she crawls past Yasmin and pulls up the tablecloth to stick her head out.

“What are you doing?!” Yasmin hisses at her but the Doctor is no longer quite listening. A table over, her back to the Doctor, is River.

She’s wearing sparkling red dress, hair left free like the best kind of explosion and a black purse in her hands. The purse the Doctor knows, will hold hallucinogenic lipstick, at least one weapon, her Vortex Manipulator and if she’s in a particular mood - or planning to run into her husband - a pair of handcuffs. She’s also flirting shamelessly with the auctioneer.

The Doctor pulls the tablecloth back in front of her and moves her raised hand to her mouth to bite her nails in thought.

“Doctor!” Yasmin hisses at her again and she jumps a bit in place, suddenly remembering she’s not alone here. “What was that?”

“Oh um,” the Doctor shuffles in place, feeling a blush rising on her cheeks, - stupid new face - she doesn’t remember Eyebrows blushing this much. “I thought I recognized someone. Hey, how do I look?”

“What?” Yasmin says, seeming to get derailed from her irritation. “You look fine. Is this about the old face again?”

“No, I mean... do I look ‘save an egg’ fine or do I look ‘sweep my wife off her feet even though she doesn’t know this face yet’ fine?” The Doctor asks and starts finger combing her hair - which is still not ginger, and she still feels grumpy about that.

Yasmin stares at her for a long moment.

Did she forget to mention the wife part again? She should leave cliff notes for her next regeneration: ‘1. Don’t forget people. 2. Don’t fall out of the TARDIS. 3. Tell people you’re married so companions stop making ‘broken brains’ faces when River shows up. 4. Never mind number 3, the faces are hilarious.’

“Let me see.” Yasmin says and goes to see for herself.

The Doctor’s eyes widen and she goes into a dive to stop her. It is not an entirely well thought out dive. She hears the glasses above them start teetering and by the time she lands, - her wrist twisting under her - Yasmin has her face already out from under the table.

Her half-aborted try of stopping her ends with Yasmin accidentally pulling on the tablecloth until there’s the sound of glass crashing, and the feeling of champagne running over the floor and soaking their trousers.

There’s also a great number of startled exclamations.

Usually this would be where she’d grab Yasmin’s hand and run but with River a few steps away she really doesn’t want to. So before she can decide to do more than smile sheepishly at Yasmin, whose wet hair and glare speak for themselves, a pair of very attractive heels stop in front of them. The Doctor waves at Yasmin to follow her lead before crawling out from under their hiding place, carefully avoiding the glass, and smooths over the lapels of her coat as soon as she’s standing.

“And who might you be?” River asks, humor not at all hidden and eyes dancing with mirth.

“Your second wife. I’m pretty sure.” The Doctor says before she can think better of it.

“Smooth.” Yasmin says, dry as dust on Scarahyl.

The Doctor elbows her lightly and ignores Yasmin answering in kind, instead keeping her eyes on River until she sees recognition spark, then she grins uncertainly. “Hello Sweetie?”

The Doctor feels River’s eyes running over her like the scorching touch of a too near star, only even more hungry. She shivers feeling a bit like Bowtie at the very beginning, when they didn’t yet know what to do with all those pesky feelings and the woman who could make the Dalek fall to their knees.

But she’s older now. They’d spent lifetimes running and loving River Song since then.

The Doctor leans forward to whisper in River’s ear.

River throws back her head and laughs, exposing the skin of her neck to the still forward leaning Doctor. She bites her lip but doesn’t bother to avert her eyes.

“Maybe later, honey. I’m sure you’re here for a different reason and you haven’t even introduced me to your new friend yet. Remember your manners, my love.” River says and smiles at Yasmin, completely ignoring the sound of the blustering auctioneer who’s been yelling after security for the past minute.

“I’m Yasmin.“ Yasmin introduces herself. “We’re here to bring back the dragon egg to it’s mother.”

“He’s planning to sell it.” The Doctor says and gestures to River’s mark.

“Is he now.” River answers, voice a hundred degrees more chilly now that stolen children are in the picture.

---

After they’ve caused at least three explosions, brought the egg back to its grateful mother and dropped off Yasmin, Ryan and O’Brien back home, the Doctor enters their bedroom to the sight of her wife laying back in bed.

She’s playing with a pair of handcuffs while wearing her smirk and not much else besides.

Strangely enough this time The Doctor is too busy staring to blush. She’d feel a bit smug about it too, if her first step towards River didn’t end with her tripping over her own feet and landing on her ass.

“I do believe ‘later’s’ now sweetie.” River says.

[kiheons]

so what is it like the first time sorority girl aquaria and bri actually hook up? like besides them making out at parties?

ooo boy

It’s also at a party. And it’s about as unromantic as you can get. They’ve been in the corner kissing for the better part of 30 minutes, everyone is ignoring them cause Aquaria does this a lot. She’s wearing a mini skirt and Brianna absolutely has her hand on Aquaria’s ass, squeezing it and Aquaria arching her back, moaning. Brianna is actually wearing a dress, Aquaria has been grinding down against Brianna’s thigh this whole time and her thong is tiny and doesn’t do much to actually cover Aquaria at all. Brianna’s thigh is wet and Aquaria is kissing Brianna like her life depends on it. 

Panting in her ear “can we fuck?” Brianna looks wary “how much have you had to drink?” Aquaria kisses her again “only a cup of jungle juice and like two tequila shots. I’m good Brianna, I promise.” Brianna isn’t sure and Aquaria rocking back and forth in her lap “Brianna I’m good, I’m sober, seriously. I know what I’m doing. Can we fuck? Please?” Brianna like okay, fine I believe you. Aquaria does look like she knows what she’s doing. Aquaria getting off Brianna’s lap, Brianna’s thigh is shiny with wetness. Aquaria’s skirt is rucked up, showing her ass off. Brianna tugging it back down and standing up. “C’mon we can go to my place.” 

Aquaria is not having it. “I can’t wait that long. Follow me.” Yanks Brianna through the crowd, holding her hand tightly. Brianna doesn’t understand how Aquaria can run up stairs in heels that fast. Aquaria shoving Brianna into the bathroom and it’s honestly kinda gross. Except Aquaria already has Brianna pressed up against a wall. Brianna leaning her head back, trying to ignore where they actually are. Aquaria is kissing her neck, tearing at Brianna’s dress and slipping it off her shoulders. Shoving Brianna’s bra up, exposing her breasts. Brianna holds onto Aquaria’s shoulders, panting “do you know what you’re doing?” Aquaria pinching Brianna’s nipple and Brianna moaning shamelessly. “I’m straight but I’ve fucked girls before.” 

At this point Brianna has figured out there is nothing straight about Aquaria but she won’t press. Aquaria shoves a knee between Brianna’s legs, Brianna is on her tippy toes cause Aquaria is already taller than her and she’s wearing heels. Brianna is pretty sure she’s sweating her makeup off, it’s fucking hot in here. Aquaria is holding her half up, Brianna kissing Aquaria as she grinds against Aquaria’s thigh until she cums. Aquaria is covering her neck in hickies, Brianna is pretty sure she just tastes like sweat and makeup. Brianna doesn’t even attempt to straighten herself out before Aquaria is moving her knee and Brianna’s hand is inbetween Aquaria’s legs. Aquaria has her hands braced against the wall, she’s either kissing Brianna or moaning, legs spread apart. Brianna doesn’t know how Aquaria hasn’t fallen over but Aquaria’s tiny little thong is pushed to the side, Brianna is fingering her hard and fast and Aquaria cums in less than 5 minutes. 

Brianna knows that Aquaria’s lipstick is smeared and probably all over her mouth and neck. Brianna has sweated out her hair, it’s sticking to her forehead, everything feels damp and gross and fuck this bathroom is disgusting. Aquaria kisses her again, Brianna attempts to shove her tits back into her bra and kind of get her dress back on. Brianna is already calling an uber even before they leave the house and Aquaria is all over her the entire ride back to Brianna’s place. It takes Brianna 4 tries to unlock her door cause Aquaria is undressing her in the hallway of her apartment building and the two somehow manage to make it to Brianna’s bedroom. At some point Brianna loses her bra and she’s not sure how Aquaria managed to take it off her without taking off her dress but Brianna won’t ask. 

Brianna shoving her backpack off her bed, it falls with a thud and Brianna remembers her laptop was in there. She just prays it’s okay. Brianna toeing her boots off as Aquaria kisses her and breaks away to tell Aquaria not to get her dirty ass shoes on Brianna’s bed. Aquaria rolling her eyes and reaching down to undo the buckle. Meanwhile Brianna is pulling Aquaria’s top off of her, undoing her bra and immediately sucking on one nipple. Aquaria shouts, leaning over and panting as Brianna kneads her other breast. Aquaria’s hair is falling down around her face, and she’s whimpering when Brianna mouths at her breast wetly. Brianna moving away, and Aquaria kissing Brianna again. Mumbling against Brianna’s lips “can I sit on your face? I haven’t been eaten out in ages.” 

Aquaria managing to take her skirt off without ripping it and Brianna is pretty sure Aquaria’s thong is ruined beyond repair. Aquaria grabbing the sides of Brianna’s head and Brianna barely has a moment to think before Aquaria is straddling her, lowering herself down on Brianna’s face. Brianna definitely can’t breath like this, mouthing messily at Aquaria’s cunt, tracing Aquaria’s hole with her tongue. Aquaria is rocking back and forth, clit bumping against Brianna’s nose. Brianna’s hands are gripping Aquaria’s thighs tightly and Aquaria guides one of Brianna’s hands up to her breast. Brianna squeezing and Aquaria moaning pathetically. Aquaria is so fucking wet, Brianna is sure that whatever is left of her lipstick is gonna end up all over Aquaria’s pussy. Brianna opening her eyes, meeting Aquaria’s gaze and Aquaria’s voice is rough and low. “Fuck, Brianna, that’s so hot.” 

Brianna has one thought. ‘straight girl my ass’ tapping Aquaria’s thigh rapidly and thankfully Aquaria gets the memo. Lifting up on her knees to give Brianna some air. Brianna gasping, gulping in air. Aquaria panting “are you okay?” Brianna nodding “yeah, yeah just-” Dragging Aquaria back to where she was. Aquaria is hunched over, one hand tangled in Brianna’s hair and the other on the bed, supporting herself. She moaning loudly “yes, yes, yes f-fuck! Brianna there, there there fuck that’s so good” Brianna can feel herself throbbing. Lets go of Aquaria’s thigh to shove her hand down her panties and rub her own clit and fuck, oh my god that feels so good. 

Brianna licking into Aquaria desperately and Aquaria cursing “Brianna! Brianna more, more, more. Fuck, please, Brianna, Brianna Brianna!” Brianna’s lungs are burning, she’s running out of air but Aquaria is keening above her “I’m gonna cum, Brianna please don’t stop” and Brianna won’t. It’s sloppy and messy and Aquaria’s hips shift downwards and Brianna takes the chance to suck at Aquaria’s clit and Aquaria is screaming above her, pulling on Brianna’s hair. Brianna can barely hear whatever Aquaria is saying, she’s just focused on herself now. Fingers skating over her own swollen clit. Aquaria lifting up on her knees, and Brianna holding her close with one hand. Moaning against Aquaria’s inner thigh and Aquaria is still trying to catch her breath “c’mon, c’mon Brianna make yourself cum I wanna see it” Brianna’s vision goes white, her hips buck and Aquaria talks her through the whole thing. 

Aquaria rolling off of Brianna, collapsing beside her, panting. Brianna’s face feels wet and she feels oversensitive and totally fucked out. Aquaria pulling Brianna towards her, kissing Brianna even though Brianna’s face is covered in Aquaria’s cum. Brianna groping around for the baby wipes she knows she keeps on her bedside table. tries to clean up the mess as best as she can and Aquaria is already half asleep by the time Brianna is done. The clock reads 4:27 am and Brianna is so tired, she can’t stay awake anymore. Falls asleep next to Aquaria, still in her dress from last night. 

[littlesamsonthedragonewtblo-blog]

Anton’s First Day

((This is dedicated to @annon-mlp‘s RWBY Bimbo fanart. Go to his profile & look at his amazing artwork. By the mean time, enjoy this story.))

Anton was born in Atlas, many thought he’s a highly civilized, strong rich kid, well they got the “civilized” & “rich” part well, but not the “strong” part. Anton is more described as “troubled”, all thanks to his deficiencies that he gotten from birth. He’s considered as an outsider but all of his peers. His parent’s love doesn’t fill up the hole that he has from the abuse that everyone gave him.

Then again, most of the time he is seen as invisible, ironically that’s his semblance. Despite being rich, many consider him being poor due to his health problems. Usually he changes schedule so many times that he couldn’t remember, just to be away from his tormentors at school. He had to wear a leg brace due to his right leg muscles had atrophied. He could barely run.

Luckily, he moved to Beacon Academy, he was excited when he heard about it; thinking that he would be away from his bullies & it would be better at that place. He was right on a few points, like the students were friendlier & more understanding about his disabilities. His teachers were nice & some were strict like his old ones.

His first day at Beacon was him being his usual self: Timid. He was scared with the new people around him. Technically, he hoped that his first day won’t go as bad as he it would be.

He exits the transport hub, he was the last person to be out. Looking around, clinging onto his walking staff, which is his family heirloom weapon, he walks out with it. After some time, he finally breathe easier. Smiling lightly of the new people he’s seeing, not looking at him. He didn’t watch where he was going, which caused him to bump to someone.

Whatever he bumped, it felt like a wall, he fell down. Looking up to see tall female with crazy, long blonde hair that reaches up to her foot. The female turns around, Anton’s eyes widen when he saw that she had a massive cleavage that looked like it was going burst out of the jacket & shirt. Her jacket having sleeves that are rolled up above her elbow. She wasn’t wearing any skirts or pants, she only had a belt that has two metal plates that are on her thighs. Thus wearing stockings that are skin tight to show her muscularity of her legs. Her foot wear consists of gold plated, solid high heels. She was also wearing gold lipstick, gloves, gauntlets that has two golden bracelets on each hand & also glasses that are resting on her hair.

Anton was in awe by the sudden look of her, then again, he looked around to see a few females in her similar attire. The female bends over to him, she saw him & smiles seductively at him. “Why hello there cutie, enjoying the view down there?” Anton tried to speak, but he was distracted by her big bust that’s up close to his face. He stammered, looking at him, “I-I-I’m sorry for bumping into you miss.”

She giggled,”It’s okay, I came across many cute boys like yourself.” she grabbed Anton by the collar & the most amazing happen is that she lifted him like he was a feather. She gently placed him down to stand up & then she asked, “So, you’re a freshman right?”

“Uhh, yeah I am. Are you?”

She shook her, “No, I’m a senior. I just came here to see the ‘fresh meat’ coming here, & you just hit the jackpot~.” She got up close to him, which cause him to be pinned up against a metal pole. Her breasts were up to his, she lift her knee to his junk. “ahh...w-what are you doing?” he asked cause she was rubbing her knee on his groin. She answered, “Oh, I’m just seeing if you got a “big sword” on ya, & you feel like you do~.”

Anton blush, she put her knee down. Grabbed his head & gave a bit kiss on the cheek her gold lipstick was imprinted on it. “My name is Yang by the way~.” she whispered at his ear. “I’m Anton Valentine.”

“Well nice to meet you Mr. Valentine, enjoy your stay~.” She let go of him as Anton was holding onto a railing near him. He watches her leave. “Shit.” he spoken to himself, picking up his staff, “I think I’m like it here.” He smiles.

After some time, there was an Assembly for the Freshman like Anton, then there was a tour of the Academy itself. Anton sometimes will see Yang either in the hallway or in a classroom, usually he will wave, but Yang will exchange a blow kiss to him; his response was of course a blush & a smile.

The next day, Anton was with the other Freshman students. Professor Ozpin told him & the other Freshman that they have to retrieve a certain artifact in the forest. Anton was listening carefully, but he was worried on what’s going to happen.

Ozpin finished by asking, “Any questions?” Anton slowly raised his hands, but before he was called Ozpin said, “Okay, no questions. & remember, the first person you see, is your partner for the journey, once you two had eye contact. Communicate with each other & work together. Okay? Good. Now good luck & God bless.”

After his sentence, the panels, that the students are standing, were springing them in the air. Anton was fling into the air by the spring-panel. He was screaming in panic, but after awhile. He calmed down & was focusing one two things: Land safely & make sure not to die.

When he was in the level of the trees, he was preparing to land, but one of the branches hits his hand & it made him drop his staff. He was starting to panic & then he descends below the trees. When he thought he hit the ground, he had his eyes closed during the meantime, but when he opened it he saw that he landed in the arms of Yang.

Yang smiles as she was holding him in a bridal style. “Why hello there Anton, seems to be your landing skills need some work.” Anton blushes, “C-can you please put me down, I need to find my staff.”

“Oh yeah, I see you walking with that thing like everywhere you go, of course the leg brace proves it that you need it.”

“Also...it’s a family heirloom.”

Yang giggled, “Let me help you find it cutie.” She gave him the flirty-eyes to him. Anton said, “Okay, but I need to find a partner & find the artifact.”

Yang giggled, ruffling his hair, “The rules say, ‘if you came first contact if a person, he/she’ll be your partner.’ It didn’t say who it’ll be.”

Anton was about to retaliated, but just kept shut by Yang’s sudden loophole. “Okay, let’s go.” Yang smiled, she jumped happily with him in her arms; thus also her breasts bouncing up & down. Anton was blushing due to her breasts, but he was also clinging onto Yang’s neck. After that, Yang starts walking with Anton in her arms for the rest of the trip to get his staff back.

Anton kept telling her that she can walk, but she didn’t listen to him. Halfway of it, Anton had given up & pretty much let her do her thing. Yang smiles at him, he looks at her. Yang started to speak, “You look adorable when you’re like that.”

He rolls his eyes, “Whatever.”

Yang giggles, then she shift her hand that was holding his legs to his crotch. Anton sat up immediately, blushing madly. “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Oh don’t worry about~. Just relax~.” Her hand grabbed his balls, she started to grope & squeeze them. Anton moan softly, “J-jeez Yang, in the middle of the forest?”

“I said ‘don’t worry about it’ cutie pie. Let Yang do her thing~.” she settle down Anton up against a tree. He stood up, leaning against it as Yang was messing around with his pants. Licking her lips in a sexual manner, she undo his belt & with his boxers along, she pulls down his pants to see a big surprise. Her eyes was widen by the length & thickness of Anton’s cock. “Man, you don’t have a big sword, you have a ‘Zweihander’.~” She licks her lips once more, stroking his cock with one hand, but with the other massaging his balls.

Anton was panting, feeling heated & aroused, “P-please make it quick.” She smirks, “with pleasure big boy~.” She lift the shaft up, licking it from the base to the tip. Anton moans as Yang licks around the tip in a circular motion as she looks at him in the eyes. She sucks on the tip as her tongue licking it around in a fast pace.

“Ahh~ahh~,oh shit. How’d you learn to do this?” Anton. Yang pulls out with a loud pop noise as she does. She answers as stroking his cock, “Let’s say I had some practices~.”

“You’re...good at it honestly.”

She smiles gratefully, “Why thank you, you’re not bad yourself big boy~. Now, let me do my thing~.” She then removes her jacket & undo the strap of her bra to fully expose her gorgeous, big curves to an aroused Anton who had gotten a nose bleed when he saw them; thus also being instantaneously hard from that.

All Yang can do is giggle by his reaction, “Better wipe that blood off your face & stay focus~.” Anton came back from almost fainting, he wiped off the blood as Yang squish her breasts on his hard on. She then move herself in an up-&-down motion. Her soft breasts rubbing against his erected dick made him moan.

“G-god those are really soft~.”

“Gotta take care of your body rather then yourself~.” She kisses his tip & the untouched part of his member, his penis was imprinted by her lipstick, but she kept on kissing it like as it is a sweet, large candy stick. She stopped kissing, licking her lips. “Really tasty you are, I wonder how you taste if I was a Grimm~.”

Anton replied, “D-don’t joke like that, Y-yang!”

She chuckled, “Hehehe~. Just kidding~.”

She moves her breasts in a fast pace, Anton was enjoying the pleasure that the 18 year old was giving her; he released a load of big portions that squirted out like a volcano. Yang smiled as some landed on her face & hair, most landed on her breasts. She licks up the sperm, enjoying the taste of it, looking at him. Then she stopped, he looks at her, wondering why she had stopped. She grabbed him & pushed him onto the ground. She grunted a bit, then he saw Yang removing her panties to reveal her wet, pussy.

She gave out a smirk, she hovers above Anton, he gulped of what’s about to happen. Yang sits on his face, her pussy on his mouth & then she closed her legs on his head. Anton almost panicked, but he knew that he can’t escape; especially when Yang’s legs are strong.

“You’re turn, big boy~.” She rubs one of her breasts. Anton holds her thighs, gripping then using his tongue lick her vagina. She moans lightly, then she yelped. “Oh-ohhhh~.” She looks down to see him really focusing on it, she felt his licking her G-spot. She moans loudly, which attracts a few Beowulf Grimm in the area. “Damn, you’re good for your first time~! God!”

Anton relaxed for a bit, licking her vaginal walls all around. She holds his head upward to her groin. “Oh shit yes Anton, baby! Lick Mama’s pussy!”

She was panting, but then she heard growling & glowing red eyes in the bushes. “Ohhh~. This will spice things up~.”

She steadied her battle stance, her smiled went some sexual to as a warrior-confident smile. Her bracelets turned into her shotgun-gauntlets. Anton wasn’t paying attention, but by the corner of his eyes he saw her weapons armed. He was getting frantic, but then freeze at his place when he saw her blast the head off of a charging Beowulf. “Hey, keep licking Mama’s pussy, I got this in a ‘yang’!”

His eyes still shows that he’s frighten of the situation, but he tightly grip Yang’s waist & continued eating her out. Yang moans in the rhythm of her firing her weapon. At the last shot, she had finally an orgasm which mainly her ejaculated vaginal fluids exploded on his mouth. 

Yang pants heavily, then let’s go of Anton’s head. A fluid stream was made by his mouth & her pussy. She smiled down at him, “Good boy~.” She lifted him up by his collar again. “So wanna continue~?”

Anton puts his pants back on & buckles it up, “Uhmm, no, I just wanna get my staff, finish this task without getting eaten alive.”

Yang sarcastically rolled her eyes, shrugged, “Okay, suit yourself big boy.” She punched his arm, he groan as rubbing it. 

After a treacherous task, he finally got the last piece he needed & he returned to Beacon with it. Ozpin was glad that he was alive, technically also was surprised to see Yang with him. After the ceremony, Anton was glad to be alive. When he was about to leave to his dorm, he was once again grabbed by his collar by Yang. “Yang, can you please stop doing that, you’re gonna ruin my shirt.”

Yang did nothing but laugh, “Oh calm down boy, I just wanna let you meet my team.” Anton grunted, “Well, at least just stop grabbing me by my shirt, please?”

“Fine, fine whatever baby.” She puts him down & leads him to 3 girls. Anton stood up straight immediately, blushing due to the fact that Yang’s team members consists of beautiful looking females.

“Meet my team Anton, Team RWBY~.”

[btsfaris]

All I Want [tom holland a.u] P.3

A/N: So here’s the smut lol sorry i didn’t post yesterday but it was New Years so… HAPPY NEW YEARS! Let’s start off the year with some smut ;)

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex(don’t be silly, wrap your willy), Light Spanking, Cursing.

Words: 2.2k

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Currently you are in the back seat of Tom’s car, or a cab, you’re not sure. All you know is that both of you are far too gone to drive or to care, as you both passionately kiss each other. Your arms are wrapped around his neck with your fingers in his hair while his hands are on your waist, touching the exposed skin of your sides. You’re straddling him, tutting your hips onto his now, hard bulge but you can’t help yourself.

The feel of Tom’s lips on yours is certainly a better taste than the gelato or the fine wine you had earlier. He attacks your mouth with smooth kisses and his skillful tongue invades your senses, as you can only focus on that.

Tom pulls away as you break for air and you kiss his neck, marking him with your leftover lipstick. He moans softly when you suck underneath his jaw. Time seems to have gone quick but the car seems to stop and he pushes your hips away to get out of the car.

Taking your hand, he pulls you out and leads you inside a big house. Scratch that, a mansion. The place is so huge that it clouds your passion momentarily and you wonder how could someone live here? How does Tom live here?

Surely you knew he wasn’t of your status but this?! You almost faint as he opens the door and leads you inside. Your subconscious freaks out and tells you to run, run as far as you can, as you see the beauty that lies within it. But your inner goddess squeals in delight when Tom pushes you against the wall next to the door and attacks your neck.

You run your hands through his hair again and throw you head back when you feel his hands cascade down your body. He takes a hold of your waist before running down and carefully, deliciously, holds your behind. Giving it a quick squeeze, he hooks his hands behind your thighs and lifts you up, no effort, and takes you to the living room.

There, he throws you on to the soft couch and you breathe heavily as you watch him from above. He carefully takes off his coat and begins to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing a tanned, flexed stomach and chest.

“Oh I can’t wait to have you tonight,” he whispers delectably and pounces on you once more. He ravishes your mouth, and you do the same, giving him the equal amount of passion.

You can’t take it anymore, and you sit up quickly, pushing him onto the couch and sitting square on his lap. Slowly kissing savoring his neck, you move your hips against his, feeling his groin with every movement you make. He feels so deliciously hard under you and it makes you moan into his skin.

“Fuck princess, if you keep doing that, I’ll finish before we even get started,” Tom groans, his head thrown back. You smirk at his vulnerability and drag your lips lower, down his collarbones and torso. Leaving wet kisses, you stick your tongue out, dragging it down his happy trail.

Looking up, you see the mess you have made of Tom. His shirt unbuttoned, revealing his chest that is puffing in and out as he breathes heavily, furrowed brows and his hand in your hair. Oh he looks strikingly sexy like this.

Rather than teasing him further, you unbuckle his belt and shimmy his slacks down to his ankles. His full length straining against the thin material of his boxers, begging to be touched. You place a kiss on his bulge, releasing a soft moan from Tom. Tugging down the barrier, you bite your lip at his massive size.

His length, standing tall and hard against his toned stomach, makes your mouth water. He’s long, with a thick girth, with a nice pulsing vein running along it. Knowing you’ve been looking at it for too long, you slip your tongue out and lick a stripe up from the bottom to his tip.

Tom lurches forward, grabbing your hair with both hands as you take him in, mouthing deep as you can. “Fuck,” He moans and you mentally smile with pride.

Bobbing your head up and down at a fair pace, you pump the rest of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth. The sounds of his groans makes your core wet your panties even more. Each noise he makes is like music to your ears.

“I need to taste you, right now,” Tom growls, pulling your head away and smashing your lips together.

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, and you part your lips, welcoming him. Running your hands through his hair, he stands up and locks your legs around his waist.

Talentedly, he walks up the stairs with ease and kicks open the door nearest to the staircase. He drops you on to the soft, cushion bed with silk sheets. The way he looks towered over you makes him look like a piece of artwork, a Greek sculpture. His hair is disheveled, his lips are plump and stained with your lipstick, he looks absolutely delectable.

Noticing your sultry eyes, he unbuttons your jeans, pulling them off and doing the same to your shirt. He quickly kisses you, bringing his hands behind your back to unclip your bra. As he slips his tongue down into your mouth, he removes your brassiere smoothly. He pulls away to look at you, in all your naked glory. “Fuck, you look so beautiful,” Tom mumbles breathlessly.

Pulling one of your legs up, he rests your heel on his shoulder, slowly kissing his way down your leg. He leaves wet marks, making you shiver as he blows cool air on them. Tom carefully begins to lower himself on to the bed as he nears your center.

“Tom,” You whine as he sucks on the inside of your thigh. He smirks and bites gently on the skin, making you gasp. “All in good time darling,” He mumbles and moves to your other thighs, doing the same.

The sensation of his mouth on you, makes you squirm in delight but you need more, you need him. Lost in your thoughts, you don’t realize Tom has dragged down your panties and before you know it, he licks up a stripe, down there. You moan, pulling on his hair, as he sucks on your clit.

“You taste so fucking good love,” Tom growls.

“T-Tom,” You throw your head back, feeling his small muscle push into you and back out. He moves his mouth at a fast pace, making your mouth drop open as he eats you out incredibly well. “Fuck,” You tug at his hair again and he moans, the vibrations aiding to the sensation.

“I bet you’re so tight,” Tom mumbles into you, slowly sliding a finger in you, making you whine at feeling. His thick, long finger pumps into you and you’re not sure how long you’ll last.

“T-Tom,” You gasp and he takes that as cue to go faster, sucking on your clit and fucking his finger into you. Your core tightens around him, signaling him that you’re close.

“C’mon baby, come for me,” Tom moans, and you look down at him. “Let me hear you.” The sight of his sharp jaw, moving against you and his brown, seductive eyes looking at you, is enough for you to let go.

Your orgasm rips through you, and you feel it everywhere. It’s so powerful that the leg draped over his shoulder shakes from the feeling. You slump into the bed, your body falling into bliss but at the sound of Tom’s chuckle, you know it isn’t over.

“God, that was so fucking sexy,” Tom grins, leaning up to kiss you and you welcome his tongue, not caring of the taste of yourself.

He grinds his cock against your exposed center, and you gasp into his mouth, feeling yourself get riled up again. You don’t want him to do all the work, so you rest your hands on his shoulder before using all your force to push him on to the bed. You sling your leg over his waist, now straddling him and he bites his lip.

You move your clit on his hardened member and moan. He takes hold of your hips, guiding you back and forth. “Fuck baby, no teasing please,” Tom groans. “I’ll bust if you do.”

You giggle slightly, before grabbing a hold of his cock, lining him up and sinking down on him. Both of you moan at the feeling. “Oh fuck, you’re so big,” You shutter, feeling him fully inside of you, pulsing with need and so incredibly thick.

You ground your hips into him, moving back and forth slowly before building up the pace. Placing your hands on his chest, you begin to ride him quickly. The groans coming from Tom sound so hot.

“Just like that baby,” Tom moans, his voice husky.

You keep the pace the same, but it’s not enough for you. You whine, as Tom reaches down to rub your clit. “Fuck me Tom,” He sits up, pushing his hips up and begins to pound into you.

He uses one hand to keep your hips steady, and the other to grope your left breast. He leans down and sucks on your neck, marking you his. “Harder,” You moan into his ear and he growls, bringing his hand down, giving you a slap on your ass. He rubs the tender skin, before turning you both over, so he’s on top.

Tom wraps your leg around his waist, and pushes into you again. He begins a fast pace, his hair unruly with a few curls sticking to his forehead. His chest is sweaty and his stomach is clenched as he pushes in and out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good darling,” He moans.

You feel it again, the sensation building up inside of you. “I’m gonna come again,” You whine, and he sits up, grabbing your hips and starts to drive into you fast. “Yeah? You’re gonna come for me?” He smirks. “Gonna come all over my cock?”

You nod, throwing your head back. “Come for me baby,” And you do, but this time the feeling has tripled causing you to call out his name, gripping on his hands tightly.

The feeling of you clenching around him, all wet and warm is too much for Tom. He leans over you, his hands gripping the sheets beside your head. “Are you going to come?” You purr into his ear and he nods, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. “Cum in me, fill me up Tom. I want to feel you.”

That does it for him, because after a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, he stills and moans out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” He squeezes his eyes and you feel him coat your inner walls with his streams.

He slumps on your body, his head in your neck. Both of you are breathing heavily with bliss. The air is filled with the scent of sex but you could honestly care less.

Tom lifts his head up and looks up at you, a tired grin on his face. “My god, you were amazing,” He kisses you, grabbing a hold of your cheek. “You were so sexy, and you looked so good.“ He bites his lip, his eyes sparkling.

“So were you,” You blush and smile shyly.

He chuckles at your shyness. “Don’t tell me you’re hiding after all that just happened now love,” You shake your head, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, pecking his skin softly.

“Good,” Something stirs inside of you. “Because I hope you don’t mind for Round two..”

You gasp and look up at him. “Again?”

He smiles sheepishly. “What can I say? You get me going..” He demonstrates this with a small thrust of his hips.

“Well then you better call in tomorrow because we’re not getting any sleep tonight.” You whisper and his eyes darken.

“Deal.” And his mouth is on yours again.

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P.4

[whatwhat--pregameup]

Unsolicited Beauty Advice For Normal People, Part 1/?: Save or Splurge?

[or: I love makeup, but I hate how the industry tries to get normal people to buy things that they will never need unless they are makeup artists or otherwise need to use makeup for a living, so here are some recommendations from one Normal Person to another]

Foundation: Splurge

I didn’t want to start out on a splurge, but whatever. As a woman of color with some skin struggles, I find that it’s really important to make sure that your foundation and your skin get along, both in terms of color and formula. 

Diverse shade ranges can be really hard to find at drugstore prices, so sometimes you might have to go the extra mile for a proper color match. The upside is that the higher end formulas generally tend to wear more comfortably.

I’m not giving any formula recommendations because skin needs vary so widely from person to person, but here are some lines with good shade ranges:

Drugstore: L’Oreal True Match, Maybelline Fit Me, NYX Total Control Drop Foundation, Wet n Wild Photo Focus

High-End: Sephora 10Hr Wear, CoverFX, Make Up For Ever Ultra HD, Estee Lauder Double Wear, Lancome Teint Idole

Blush/Contour/Highlight: Save

There are SO MANY options out there. Milani, Makeupgeek, Inglot, NYX, and elf all have solid affordable products. I love Makeupgeek in particular because their contour shades are cool-toned/gray based, which is what you need if you’re trying to create shadows on your face.

Despite what Instagram might tell you, highlighter is not entirely necessary (just use a shimmery blush) and there are lots of affordable options (Colourpop, Wet n Wild, and NYX, just to name a few). Also, you only need one. 

Lipstick: Save (maybe Splurge later on if you’re into it)

There are hella lipsticks out there at affordable prices. If you’re not super into lipstick, you’re better off getting a few staple shades that suit your skin tone at affordable prices.

The mouth can be a sensitive area for some (for instance, I’m really prone to breakouts right on the lip line if the formula doesn’t agree with me). If you’re one of those people, it might be worth it to look at higher-end formulas to keep your options open.

Drugstore Faves: Maybelline Creamy Mattes, Nyx Round lipsticks, Revlon Super Lustrous, Colourpop

High-End Faves: Bite Amuse Bouche (all of them. every single shade. they have a blackened navy blue and it looks amazing), Urban Decay Vice (100 colors, comfortable formula)

Lipliner: Save

Generally, do you need a lip liner? Nah. But you will if you are:

Wearing a bold lip color (red, etc.). This is so that your natural lip won’t be awkwardly exposed if/when your lipstick transfers/wears away.

Doing a nude lip/a lip color lighter than your skin tone, ESPECIALLY if you’re a POC. If you have darker skin and you wear a light color without a lipliner, it’s going to look stark and unflattering. Using a lipliner in a shade as close to your skin color as possible creates a transition between your skin color and your lip color so that it isn’t eye-catching for the wrong reasons.

Drugstore Faves: NYX, Colourpop

High End Faves: MAC, Bite

Eyeshadow: Save

SO. MANY. OPTIONS. You do not need to go high end. 

If you’re just starting out, you can’t go wrong with a quality set of matte finish neutrals. Mattes work for every occasion and eye shape.

Side note: consider getting a Z palette and buying individual pans. You save money by not paying for packaging, you save space, and you can choose the formulations/shades that best suit you.

Drugstore Faves: Sonia Kashuk Eyes on Neutral palette (excellent starter set), Makeupgeek eyeshadow pans, Colourpop (both types, although I’m less keen on the Super Shock shadows because of my oily skin).

High End Faves: Make Up For Ever, Anastasia Beverly Hills, Viseart (those mattes tho!!), Urban Decay

*Eyeshadow primer: pretty much required if you have oily or hooded lids. Wet n Wild and Milani are both excellent drugstore options; Urban Decay (original) and NARS Pro-Prime are solid high-end products.

*Palettes: have become a very easily marketable way to get you to buy way more than you need. They can be great for starting a collection, but in the long run, you’re better off sticking to buying only what suits you. That isn’t to say that there aren’t some well thought out and high quality palettes out there (ABH Modern Renaissance comes to mind), but they are easy targets for hype. Protip: the bigger the gimmick, the less likely it is to be a quality product (looking at you, Too Faced).

Eyeliner: Save (sort of)

Eyes are delicate and everyone’s got different needs, but thankfully, there are tons of options out there.

If you have oily skin, it’s worth it to spend on one that won’t smudge on you (personally, not a single drugstore eyeliner has managed to survive my skin). 

Drugstore Faves: L’Oreal Silkissime (pencil), Milani Liquif’eye (pencil), Maybelline Master Precise Liquid Liner (pen), Rimmel Scandal’eyes (the peach shade is great if you need help looking awake)

High-End Faves: Stila Stay All Day liquid liner (pen), Kat Von D Tattoo Liner (pen), Make Up For Ever Aqua Eyes, Urban Decay 24/7 pencils (recommend setting with a shadow)

Mascara: Save

There are SO MANY drugstore formulas out there.

These should be replaced every few months to prevent eye infections (esp if you wear contacts), so if you want to go high-end, buy a travel size; you’re WAY more likely to use that up before the expiration date.

No specific formula recommendations here because lashes are so different from person to person. From my experience, L’Oreal and Maybelline mascaras seem to perform the best over the course of a day (my current go-to is a L’Oreal mascara).

Supplies: Save

Brushes/sponges are EVERYWHERE. You don’t need a super fancy brush, you need good technique.

I LOVE the Real Techniques and elf brushes. Makeupgeek also has some solid eye brushes. 

Synthetic brushes are generally cheaper, cruelty-free, easier to use with cream products, and easier to care for.

re: Beautyblenders: you can use a single one for well over a year as long as you clean and care for it properly. You can wash them with baby shampoo, Zote, or castile soap, and all of those are cheaper than Blendercleanser. 

I love Z palettes. Buying eyeshadow/blush pans sans the extra packaging is cheaper, takes up less space, and makes traveling way easier when you can plunk a few staple colors into a single palette and go.

You can clean brushes with baby shampoo, which is a hell of a lot cheaper than the various and sundry brush shampoos out there.

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[RusAme] Veritas

Guess who asked for this? No one. Guess who gets it–you guys. A short drabble because I am avoiding packing right now. 

RusAme- Rated: T- Spy AU

Alfred’s wrists were screaming against the metal cuffs by the time his captives decided to move on in the interrogation.

“Alright,” said the woman sitting by the end of the metal gurney Alfred was strapped to. She looked bored, and minus a few stay blonde hairs and the slightest smudge of her cherry red lipstick, it would have been hard to recognize she was getting impatient. “I thought Americans never shut up.” She pressed at a bruise on the lower end of his shin and Alfred glared at her. “Maybe we should have taken the Russian.”

“I hate to break it to you,” her partner said, a wall of a man who looked like he owned a cross fit gym or two. He ran his hand through black hair before he drummed his fingers next to Alfred’s head. It was giving him a migraine, the way the vibrations carried up his spine and rand in his ears. “But if this kid isn’t talking, there’s no fucking way ice king would.”

“Original,” Alfred muttered under his breath. Either his captors didn’t hear him or didn’t care that he was still snarking. He tongued at one of his front teeth, which felt loose to him. The dried blood below his nose was itchy and driving him crazy.

“Why don’t we try something different before you break his jaw,” she offered, and walked out of Alfred’s sight. Alfred flexed his arms again to see if he could get out of the cuffs holding him down. He couldn’t.

“Why not,” the man offered. Alfred thought his name was David for some reason. He wasn’t really sure. After the second punch to the head his thoughts had grown a bit fuzzy. Man, Ivan was going to kill him for getting caught again, he thought.  Although this time it wasn’t even his fault. Could he really be blamed for getting caught when getting away meant a bullet in the head of a kid? “You want to give it to him?”

Alfred’s body stiffened when he felt the sharp piercing of a needle into his thigh.

He tried to pull himself away, and felt her dig her fingers into the upper part of his thigh through his pants, nails digging in as she calmly administered the drug. Alfred swore, and received a slap for it. He blinked, focusing on a patch of water stains in the ceiling as his vision wavered.

“I thought I said no foul language,” she chastised and pulled her fingers back to check her nails with a frown. “You made me chip my thumb.”

“Sorry,” Alfred huffed. “A real inconvenience.” He knew he was going to get it again, but he couldn’t help rolling his eyes. He clenched his teeth as she gripped his sprained ankle and squeezed. His heartbeat pulsed behind his eyes.

“Calm down,” David said, sitting on the edge of the table. He had an apple and carved it apart with a thin red penknife. As he popped a slice into his mouth he asked, “How’s it going kid?”

“Fine,” Alfred snapped. “Better if you loosened these handcuffs a bit.”

David raised a brow a shrugged. “Sorry. Can’t do that.” David leaned in as though about to share a secret. “You’d wiggle out too easily,”

“At least it’d be a fair fight,” Alfred said. He turned his eyes back to the water patch. It kind of looked like a rabbit. “Actually, I forgot, it wouldn’t. Obviously you’re such a fucking coward or you wouldn’t hold a six year old hostage.”

“But see I must have done something right,” David said, tapping Alfred’s exposed stomach with the cold blade of the knife. His shirt had rucked up in his struggles. “I’m not strapped to the table, am I?” He smirked and took another slice of the apple, crunching on it obnoxiously. “Now I’m going to come back in about 10 minutes, and I want you to think real hard about your partner, because we’re real curious about him.”

Alfred said nothing and David shrugged. He hopped off and left Alfred alone. Alfred stared at the rabbit looking stain, blinked when it looked like it moved. Fuck. This wasn’t good.

He chattered when he was nervous. About stupid inconsequential stuff that usually got at Ivan’s nerves halfway through a mission. But being strapped to a table and pumped full of drugs for questioning? Well he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Oddly, he’d never been stuck quite like this before.

So Alfred tried stuffing down everything he knew about Ivan. How he had two ‘sisters’ who had taught him how to cook and how to kill a man with a single hit to the back of the head. How he loved sunflowers, but never bought them for himself. He pushed down the memories of what Ivan looked like: staring down the burning barrel of a gun, waking up in a cool purple morning with the constellations trapped in his eyes, reading a map in the middle of a snowy forest with snowflakes sticking to his eyelashes. The rabbit started to turn its head towards him.

Why did they want to know about him anyway? Does it matter why? The rabbit asked.

What the fuck was in that syringe?

“Oh, just a pinch here a dash of that,” Came David’s voice from left of his head. Alfred, startled by the sudden teleportation, jumped as well as he could being tied down to the table. His wrist welled blood from cutting into the cuffs. “Lucky you don’t seem to be allergic to anything.”

“Real lucky,” Alfred agreed dryly. Damn. He hoped Ivan would get here soon.

“We do too,” the woman said. Alfred raised his head a bit, could see her standing next to a metal tray. Metal trays were never good. Alfred bit down on his tongue to make sure he wasn’t talking without realizing it.

“What’s your partner’s full name?” she asked, tapping her fingers along his bare forearm.

Alfred kept quiet, but the answers ran though his brain. Held up on the answer, repeating:  IVAN BRAGINSKY. IVAN BRAGINSKY. IVA–

“Give him a minute or two more, Lexi,” David said. Oh. That was her name. “It’s only been 10 minutes. We might need to give him more.” Oh, well, Alfred hoped not. His heart was racing as it was. He felt flushed, like he had a fever, and the rabbit was twitching in the ceiling above.

But then again, he sure did feel good right now. His wrists didn’t hurt. His jaw didn’t hurt. But everything was getting too bright and his eyes and head hurt. Christ where was that son of a bitch? Was he still in Poland–

“Poland?” Lexi asked.

“Fuck,” Alfred said. “Shit, no. Where am I again?”

“Greece,” she supplied.

Okay, so, no. Braginsky was just taking his fucking sweet time. He definitely hadn’t left him in Poland. “Do you think that looks like a rabbit?” Alfred asked, still looking at the water stain. The rabbit was cleaning it’s paws right now which would look adorable if it were real.

“Sure,” David said.

“Huh.” Alfred said. He was as high as a kite, wasn’t he?

“Yes,” David said, and Alfred could feel his hand press along the outside of his thigh were a pulsing bruise had mellowed out to a murmur. “Now, what is your partner’s name?”


“Ivan?” Alfred asked. He frowned when he saw the rabbit turn to him. It frowned. How the fuck did a rabbit look grumpy?

“Ivan what?” Lexi pressed.

“I dunno,” Alfred said. Because he had doubts. Sure, he and Ivan were pretty close, but Alfred wondered if Braginsky was really his last name. It didn’t seem very Russian. Wouldn’t it be spelled B-R-A-G-I-N-S-K-I? Or was that Polish? And shouldn’t he have a middle name or something? Like Ivanovich?

“Sandwich,” Alfred snorted. That rhymed. Ivan Sandwich Braginski. No wonder he never said his real name.

“You gave him too much,” Lexi accused. Alfred felt David’s fingers press hard into the wound and he let out a strangled whimper. Immediately it dulled when David pulled his hand away and Alfred sighed.

David walked further into Alfred’s line of sight. “Why don’t you tell us something about Ivan?”

“He can hit a target at 200 yards with a pistol.” Alfred said. That had been thrilling to watch at the practice range. “And he really likes pirozhki, but they’re literally stuffed bread? Like I just don’t get it. It’s like a hamburger calzone.” The place smells like wet cement. His hair is plastered to his head from a wound and it itches.

“How long have you worked with him?”

Alfred chewed on his lip in thought. “A year now, I think. He thinks I’m too young. I wonder if that’s why he doesn’t like me.” The rabbit was running around in circles. It started to give him a headache.

“You don’t get along?”

“No we do, but,” Alfred sighed. He could feel phantom fingers running through his hair. His mother used to do that. But he could now smell cedar. Ivan always smelled like cedar or juniper somehow. “I mean, I just don’t know why he doesn’t.” Alfred’s voice dropped to a whisper.  

“Where do you work?”

“Everywhere,” Alfred said. He and Ivan had been set all over Europe at this point. Notably there was the mission in Buenos Aires that had somehow wedged something between them. Alfred had thought they were getting along perfectly, and then he had taken a shot to the back and blacked out, and after that when he woke up in the hospital, Ivan wouldn’t talk to him. Still hadn’t talked to him. Not really. “Ivan really wants to go back to Russia though, so I always try and see if we can work there. I’d like to meet his ‘sisters’.”

“How many sisters does he have?”

“Two,” Alfred raised his head and colors swan dived around the room. His head fell back down with a heavy thump. The rabbit began to clean its paws, disinterested in the events below.

“Does he have any other family?”

“He doesn’t have a family. They’re all dead.” Not that they’d ever talked about that. It had been in his personnel file that Alfred had stolen to read when he first learned they’d been assigned to each other. Not that he could complain. He’d never said anything about his family either.

“I thought you just said he had two sisters?” Lexi walked closer to the table and something wobbled through his brain, a diminished whisper of warning. That he should keep his mouth shut. His heart was beating against his chest. Painful. Eyes hurt from the light.

“They died,” Alfred repeated. Held onto the truth by a quickly unraveling thread.

“Give him more,” Lexi snapped.


“His heart rate is already too high.” David walked around to the metal tray Lexi was standing at.  He picked up another syringe. Alfred’s breath hitched.

“Ah, I can see you don’t want another injection,” Lexi said softly. Her icy fingers trailed across Alfred’s cheek gently. Revulsion rolled though his gut. Lexi grabbed his chin hard. “So start talking.”

Alfred bit down on his tongue and tasted copper. He flexed his hand against the cuff and the dried blood cracked and itched. Alfred blinked as he watched the rabbit bound around the ceiling dizzyingly,  looking as through it was being chased by a furious fox.  He tensed as he felt the needle back in his leg.

“Lexi,” David snapped.

“It’s a half dose,” Lexi said. Alfred listened to something clatter against the metal tray. He shut his eyes. “It shouldn’t kill him.”

Alfred felt warm. Far too warm. The silence of the room drummed in his ears with each heartbeat and his breathing quickened as the drug took effect. He panted shallowly, looked up to the ceiling. Colors ebbed and swirled around, too vivid. He swallowed, mouth too dry. Fingers twitched. Tapped out useless messages against the board he was held to.

“Now,” David said after what felt like only a second. But he had been standing at the other side of the room before. Now he was suddenly here. Alfred stared at him in confusion. “Tell us about your partner.”

“Ivan is going to kill you,” Alfred said with certainty. Maybe after killing Alfred for getting caught. His partner really didn’t like people who hurt Alfred. And Alfred destroyed people who hurt Ivan. Insurance, Ivan had told him when Alfred had been musing to himself if it was love. “You won’t even know what hit you. He’s so fast and strong, and christ, does he have amazing forearms like,” Alfred exhaled slowly. He felt fuzzy. Sort of good. But bad. Like he had guzzled too many drinks and his stomach was sea sick but the rest of him felt cloudy and warm and great. “Damn. He could probably rip a tree apart.”  The rabbit was gone but he could hear a voice talking to him in his ear. Stay clam. I’m almost there.

“He knows six languages, and can get by in two more. He can open safes faster than me, but he doesn’t like using explosives. He likes tea, but no sugar. He hates super sugary things.” Alfred swallowed again. His mouth was too dry. The room still smelled like mold and rust.  He smelled like gun oil and wood smoke and something like cedar and something not. The first time Alfred had met him at his house the air had been thick with bacon and onions and mushrooms and his breath had smelled briny.

“And his eyes,” Alfred continued. “Amazing.” He thought of the sea at sunset, of the amber city lights brushing blue storm clouds. Violet eyes, the color of the shadows to the wall that never revealed his thoughts. Are you okay? Alfred shut his eyes, felt dumb pain roll down his shin as Lexi pressed down, angry with his answers. He moaned. There was a growl like thunder.

“What the hell? This is all nonsense,” David said.

“Do you love him?” Lexi asked.

Alfred laughed and his lip split painfully. “Yeah.”

Silence reined. “We could use him as bait for the other, he might be more useful. He might talk at threat of torture of this lovesick idiot”

Anger welled up in Alfred’s gut, so tight and horrid it made it hard to speak. “If you touch him I’ll rip your throat out. I’ll kill you.”

“Not much you can do tied to a table,” David said and turned back to Lexi.

“I’ll kill you,” Alfred repeated. The world wobbled around him, a tilted carousel of lights and sounds and colors. I’m almost there. Just hold on. His lungs hurt. His whole body twitched, muscles seizing painfully.

“He’ll be more useful,” Lexi said.

“He won’t come,” Alfred slurred. His throat ached. Everything ached. Another growl. “I love him, but he hates me. You don’t come back for people you hate.” What are you talking about.

I don’t hate you. Have I ever left you behind. “He won’t come. He’ll finish the mission without me.”

“What was your mission?” Lexi asked, eyes sparkling at the new possible information.

“Infiltrate your organization and then remove all of your sources of financing so your business would topple and your backers would finish you off. But then you got into human trafficking and we had to make sure  there was no way your were coming back from any of this.” Alfred looked at Lexi and smiled “Unfortunately Marcus wasn’t fully on our side. He helped us get in, but he tipped you off, which is how you found out about us.” Alfred turned his head and looked to the darker side of the room. Or was it that one of his eyes was loosing it’s vision? There was a gray film over everything. “Ivan was smarter. Did his own thing,” Alfred mumbled under his breath.

“When I found out what Marcus did, you found me on my way out. I woulda made it too, but you’re a real piece of shit that uses kids as shields.” Lexi grabbed his knee, fingernails digging viciously under his kneecap. Nerve pain flared hot and bright until it fell away, pulled out to sea by the drugs.

“You’ll pay for that,” Lexi snarled.

Stop making them mad. “I’m sure,” Alfred said. He hiccuped a laugh. “But truth is, you’re not gonna get him to say anything, even if he was coming back for me.”

“We should cut our losses and go,” David said. He tossed a knife to Lexi.

“What so now you want to kill him?”

“That knife looks sharp,” Alfred commented to no one. What knife.

“We should go to ground. We know enough.”

“We don’t know anything!” Lexi snapped. “He’s said useless shit this whole time!”

“Lexi, just slit his throat and let’s go.”

“Slitting the throat’s pretty messy,” Alfred said. It usually hit an artery and that shit went everywhere. Arterial spray did not fuck around. Do not tell them how to kill you. “Just like, a good hit to the liver will get the job done pretty quick.” Stop talking. “Brachial Vein’s a good one too. But the artery’s next to it, so ya gotta make it precise.”

I’m outside. Don’t move. Do not let them kill you.

“Two shots to the head’s the best way, really. One, they might live,” Alfred shut his eyes. “But two?” he scoffed, “Ain’t coming back from that.”

There was a crash and two cracks of a gun. Deafening. Alfred winced and listened to a dull thud. The metal tray crashed to the floor. Foot steps stalked closer. Two more shots, spaced out and final. Gloved fingers touched his chin, warm and familiar. Alfred blinked, watching as Ivan pulled his gloves off with his teeth, putting his fingers along his pulse. “Hi gorgeous,” Alfred said.

“Your pupils are dilated.” Ivan said. He pulled back, putting the gloves back on and pulled out a set of lock picks from his pants. “And your pulse is too fast.”

“What are you doing here?” Alfred asked, watching Ivan quickly pick the locks.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t come for you?” Ivan asked quietly. His accent was thicker and Alfred could tell he was upset, even in a drugged haze.

“Yeah,” Alfred said. “You don’t like me. You’ve been mad at me since last mission. It’s why we split up.”

“No,” Ivan corrected, opening one of the locks. Tacky blood pulled at the skin and Alfred winced. Ivan slowed his motions, being far more gentle than before. “That is not why we split up.”

“Yeah it was. Me n’ Marcus, you by yourself.”

“Alfred,” Ivan muttered, “I needed to be able to open the safe without Marcus watching me. That’s why you took over watching him.”

“Oh. Alfred said. He watched Ivan as he focused on opening the lock on his other hand, face close. Lips close. “I want to kiss you, “Alfred said sadly.

Ivan’s fingers faltered. He looked up, and Alfred was fully caught in his eyes. Red crested his cheek as he looked down. “Later,” Ivan muttered. The lock opened and Ivan gingerly freed Alfred’s wrist. His thumb trailed parallel to the wound.

“Later?” Alfred asked in confusion. Ivan helped him sit up. The world spun and Alfred leaned over, vomiting away from Ivan. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“It is okay,” Ivan said. He moved on to Alfred’s feet. Alfred watched silently, fingers clenched on the fabric over his thigh.

“Later will be too late,” Alfred said.

“Why?” Ivan asked, moving to the last lock.

“I won’t be able to tell you that I love you.” hot tears of frustration welled up. Ivan watched him in confusion. “That I want to kiss you and hold you and f–“ he stopped when Ivan’s hand rested on his leg.

“Don’t tell me things you don’t mean,” Ivan said. He pulled his hand away and the silence felt cold in the room.

“I do mean it,” Alfred said, voice hitched with emotion.

“No,” Ivan said finishing with the last lock. “You don’t. You are not yourself at this moment. You are drugged.”

Alfred moved his legs over the side of the table and stared at the concrete floor. “I do mean it. I’m just scared.”

“Of what?”

“That you don’t like me.” His voice fell, small. Fragile.

Ivan watched him and Alfred’s face felt hot. “Tell me,” he finally said and Alfred looked up. “When the drug’s gone. Be brave and tell me. See what my answer is.”

“Okay,” Alfred said. Ivan helped him up, and Alfred could barely stand. “Where’d the rabbit go?” he mumbled, head lolling in exhaustion.

“There’s no rabbit,” Ivan said, shifting Alfred’s weight to better carry him.

“Mmhm. But it left and I heard you instead.”

“That’s the radio in your ear,” Ivan said simply.

“Oh.”

“Come,” Ivan moved them forwards to the door. Alfred didn’t look at Lexi and David’s bodies. Ivan was warm against him and Alfred shivered. He smelled like gun oil and sweat. “Let us go and get you help.”

“Okay.”

[park-thatasshere]

Cotton Candy

                                                          ‘Have you ever tasted something, 

sweeter than cotton candy itself?’

Featuring: Jungkook (bts) Gere: smut (so much oral) Word Count: 2.4k

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A/N: The name for this was inspired by Frank Ocean’s Pink Matter.

You lie on the ground flipping through a random magazine while Jungkook sits quietly at your computer desk, idly clipping his toenails.

You read over the word ‘liquid lipstick’ for the umpteenth time before you finally explode, dropping the magazine to the ground before directing your attention to the brunette sitting at your computer desk.

“Can you stop clipping your nails? It’s gross, and that clipping noise is really starting to annoy me.” You sighed in irritation, Jungkook wordlessly glowers at you before slamming the clippers down onto the desk.

Not even a minute later he starts tapping his fingers onto the table top and you know he’s only doing this to get your attention.

“I’m booooooored.” He whines out, dramatically sinking down in his seat.

“Well what do you want me to do about it? I’m not obligated to entertain someone who just barges into my room without so much as a hello.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“But you said yesterday we can hang out. You can’t just go back on your word.” 

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through the text messages from last night and sticks his bottom lip out.

Fuck.

He knew how weak you were to his pouts and over the years it’s only gotten cuter as he’s become more handsome.

“Fine then, wanna play a game?” He chirps hopefully.

“What game?”

“Hmm, how bout two truths and a lie.” He proposes, after a brief moment of thinking.

“Okay, sure. Sounds good to me,” You paused, smirking as you decided on your answers, “I guess I’ll start. I like to put ice in my cereal, I hate scary movies, and pussy is sweeter than cotton candy. Which one is the lie?”

Jungkook nearly spits out the sip of water he had taken, lurching forward in his seat, his eyes wide as he sputters out, “Wait what?”

“Ugh, I said I hate scar-”

“N-no no no, the last part.” He coughs, awkwardly shifting in his seat.

“You mean…pussy is sweeter than cotton candy?”

“Y-yeah that’s obviously a lie?” He huffs out, folding his arms against the expanse of his chest as he leans back in his chair again.

“How would you know? Have you ever tried it?” You taunted, knowing full well that your friend was very innocent in nature.

“W-well no but-”

“Then your reasoning is invalid.” You cut him off, a smirk appearing on your lips.

“How c-can that be sweeter than cotton candy?” He says, eyes diverting obviously to your shorts, where your core is concealed. You can tell his head is spinning with questions that you would love to help him find the answers to. “It just is, okay.”

With a roll of your eyes you get up, dusting invisible dirt from your bottom before laying back on your bed. Jungkook is still not convinced with your answer and you are irritated at his closed minded virgin inquiries.

With a huff of annoyance you lean up on your elbows to look at him, “Do you want proof?”

“S-sure, but I don’t know how your going t-”

“Just shut up and come here.” He hesitantly takes a step forward waiting for instructions.

You pat the spot next to you and gesture for him to lay down, which he does after a bit more coaxing on your part. With Jungkook now laying down across your soft pink sheets, you lick your lips in anticipation of the damage that he could undoubtedly do with those plump pink lips he possessed.

“Okay, good. Now… close your eyes.” You instruct softly, your core beginning to heat up at the flash of eagerness in his eyes before allowing his eyes to flutter shut.

Once you are sure his eyes are shut, you flick him in the forehead teasingly.

“Ow! What was that for!?” He moans, blinking his eyes open to look at you as he tenderly swiped at the reddening spot on his head. The sound that had left his lips sent a shiver from your spine down to your core, the familiar feeling of your arousal beginning to wet your lips.

“That was for being a nuisance, now shut your eyes.” You giggled. He is reluctant to give up his sight a second time, but eventually he complies and releases a gentle sigh before allowing his warm brown orbs to disappear for a second time.

You carefully slip off your shorts and panties, moving to straddle his chest while he continued to lie before you completely oblivious to the sight of your glistening pink core that was inches away from his mouth, practically dripping for his attention.

“Okay, you can open them.” You tell him, brushing a few strands of his hair away from his face so they couldn’t block his view.

He flutters open his eyelids, once, twice, before his vision refocuses and then he hurriedly sits up on his elbows, scooting forward on the bed away from you.

“W-what the hell ___!?” He called out in shock, eyes still trained on the exposed heat that was now throbbing for him. His eyes darkened as he noticed the wetness shining on your thighs.

“This is the proof, now come on, taste it. It’s way sweeter than cotton candy, you’ll see.” You encourage in a low tone, wiggling your core a little closer to his face, taunting him to dive right in to the sweetness.

“B-but you’re like a sister to me.” He forces out, his voice not sounding believable at all. Jungkook wanted to taste you, touch you, rub you until you exploded and he licked you all up- and you could tell it just by his not-so-carefully crafted lie.

His face is a dead giveaway to how conflicted he feels right now and you can’t help but smirk at how much you had affected him within a matter of minutes. His resolve was melting like putty in your hands the longer he focused on that glossy sheen of arousal that practically screamed for his attention.

“The key word in that sentence being ‘like.’”

He takes a moment longer to think over his current situation before he nods, completely caving in.

“F-fine, but c-could you at least turn the other way?” His voice is shaky and his breathing is slightly labored.

Even though he appeared to be nervous, something in his eyes, the darkness perhaps, revealed to you that maybe he wasn’t as innocent as he let on. They were shining with lust and you knew you were in for one hell of a ride once he got to have his way with your cunt.

You comply with his request and turn the opposite direction facing away from him, assuming your position from before, just with your core hovering directly over his soft pink lips this time. Your eyes flicker down to look at his crotch, earning a snicker as you eyed the large tent in his pants.

“You know, judging by how hard you are, the fact that ‘I’m like a sister to you’ doesn’t seem to bother you all that much.” You tease, rubbing his bulge firmly. He unintentionally lets a moan slip past his lips at your ministrations and you smirk to yourself, feeling like you’ve gained a victory over him already.

“Are you ready?” You ask softly, and he hums out in approval. As you slowly lower yourself down onto his mouth you ask him, “Do you know what to do?”

“Mhm.” He answers, hands coming up to grips your hips firmly, holding you in place directly above his mouth. A sharp exhale leaves past your lips as his tongue flicks out against the sensitive flesh of your heat and he begins lapping away at your cunt like a dehydrated dog to a water bowl.

You let out a surprised gasp at just how good this felt, how precise his tongue was as it rubbed all over you, the way his teeth would gently nibble away at your clit at random points before going back to sliding quickly up and down your slit.

Had he done this before? Was the innocent attitude just a ploy up until this point?

He smirked against your core, pleased with just how silent you had gone as his tongue absolutely demolished your resolve, soft sighs and moans easily passing from your lips as he got more into it, and then his tongue stopped as he pulled away with a glistening chin.

“How does it feel, ___? Am I doing it right? Is my tongue making your pussy feel good?” He asked with amusement in his tone because knew just as well as you did that it felt fucking great. You tried to restrain your hips from grinding back against his tongue as he flicked his tongue against your entrance once more.

Jungkook would soon make it harder for you to control yourself when one of his long arms slides down the length of your side to reach around and lightly press down on your swollen clit, making the rapid flicks of his tongue seem as if they were amplified at least five time more than before.

“P-please Jungkook, don’t stop.” You moaned loudly, your head dropping down to grip his thighs for support as your eyes snapped shut.

His tongue swirled around inside of you like a cyclone, its sole purpose felt like it was to stir up a hurricane inside of you and leave nothing but complete and utter destruction in his wake. Each flick of his tongue was pitiless towards your quaking thighs.

You couldn’t believe just how naive you were before for thinking he was in any way shape or form pure. If his level of skill eating you like you were his last dinner accounted for anything, he definitely had more experience in the bedroom than you did. 

This little fucker was going to pay for not letting you in on his little secret a little sooner, because right now, you regretted not experiencing this sooner. His mouth was positively divine as he worked into your flooded core, the lewd sucks and lapping carrying through the room along with your moans when he inserted his tongue directly into your aching entrance. 

Attempting to regain some of your composure, you muster enough strength to slip your hand into the thin band of his black sweats, reaching down until your fingers wrap daintily around his hard cock. His body shudders slightly at the sudden chill of your cool fingertips blazing a path along his erection. 

“No underwear I see. That just makes my job a whole lot easier.” You smirk, beginning to glide your hand faintly down his length. You used your imagination to paint a picture in your mind of just how magnificent his swollen cock must look with your palm wrapped around the base, tip twitching as drops of pleasure leaked out. His cock grew stiffer with the light touches and he whimpered slightly, voice muffled by his tongue that was busy exploring the expanse of your entrance.

“___, please.” He whined into your cunt, your pussy clenching a bit around his tongue.

With a firm grip you begin gently stroking him, precum trickling down all the way to the underside of his cock. He couldn’t bare how slow your pace was, your hands moving torturously slow, so he took measures into his own hands and started to thrust himself up into your hand.

“M-more, d-do it harder ___. My god, you’re such a fucking tease.” He groaned, delivering an extra sharp thrust against your hold. You obediently followed his request, pulling the band of his sweatpants down until his cock popped out and slapped onto his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of his girth entirely covered in the wetness leaking from his tip, making a tiny squelching noise with every thrust of his hips into your palm.

The room was filled with a dull grown of the mattresses springs accompanied by Jungkook’s needy pants and your occasional whines in need now that he had totally abandoned your throbbing core. You desperately wagged your backside in his face, the feeling of his nose bumping against your clit eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Oh fuck! I’m sorry.’’ He apologized with a pant before he dove right back into your cunt, ravishing your arousal. Your liquids were spilling out onto his tongue so much that it dribbled down his chin and streamed down his neck.

He moaned out at how wet you were, wishing he could replace his tongue with his hot awaiting cock, but he knew you wouldn’t be ready to take it that far with him just yet.

“Ju-Jungkook! Oh it feels so good, please make me cum.” You whined in desperation, your need for release rushing through your body in waves, your tightening pussy edging him closer to his own orgasm.

He suddenly grunted to himself when he felt a foreign moist warmness wrapping around his length, his eye cracking open to glance down to find you leaning down, your pretty plump lips gliding up and down him at a steady pace. 

The sight of you bobbing on him so expertly had given him all the more reason to get you to cum in his mouth instead of on his cock like he craved before. It was as if something inside of him snapped and his tongue had gone rogue inside of your pussy as you bobbed up and down his shaft, jerking whatever you couldn’t fit with your hand. With one last twist of your clit and the hallowing of your cheeks you both came into each others mouths with loud moans being absorbed by the body parts of one another.

You gulped down his milky seed as he slurped up your juices before you rolled off of the top of him, greeted by the sight of Jungkook licking around his mouth for any leftover residue from your orgasm. You lean in and help him wipe off the bits he has missed on his chin before sitting up, gesturing for him to follow your actions.

You both move to sit across from each other and stare into one another’s eyes as a comfortable silence wrapped around you. As the time began to tick by, you finally ask him the million dollar question that landed you in this situation in the first place.

“So, what does it taste like?” You ask, nibbling your bottom lip nervously. Jungkook takes a moment to review the events that had transpired just moments ago. “I can’t really say,” He began.

“But does it taste sweeter than cotton candy?” You asked, quirking a brow. His eyes brighten in a new found revelation.

“Hell yeah.”

[gguksgalaxy]

Engraved pt. 4

Masterpost <-- Engraved 3 | Engraved 5 -->

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost) Words: 5940 Warnings: Sexual references? Fighting, blood, injuries, FORESHADOW CENTRAL YAYA. Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader A/N: LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! nope i did not tell anyone i was dropping this today, not even you @oh-beyond whoops!

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When an opportunity strikes where you get to be with the guy you’re maybe interested in for a whole night, and get to dress up a little sexy without it seeming weird, you should always take that opportunity. So right how you were getting ready for a night at the club, picking out an outfit. Was it better to show leg or to show chest in this situation? Chest probably singe you’d be sitting down a lot. From your closet you pulled simple black skinny jeans and strapless top. You had to look the part going to EXO right? Even if you were there to work. Xiumin had called you, asking if you could come over and take a balcony shift. Because Kai had poker night with his ‘colleagues' so that meant Chen had to take care of the balcony. But since D.O. was injured he couldn’t work downstairs and had to take balcony shift. However, Xiumin didn’t want him to do anything serious with that cut still healing, so he asked you to babysit. And yes, he phrased it like that. “Come take a balcony shift and babysit D.O.” Like you hadn’t done enough by saving his life right? But you liked Kyungsoo, he was nice and good company so you didn’t really mind. You put on your usual makeup, dark but not too thick. Just lining your eyes, filling in your eyebrows and putting on some shade of lipstick that matched your hair. With care, you changed your smiley piercing from a circle to a banana, because you wanted to. The rest of your piercings were well in place, and looked good. The shirt left your collarbones completely exposed and you wondered if you should get them pierced. Like Jongin and Sehun. The annoying sound of your phone ringing interrupted your thoughts and you went to pick it up. “Angel.” 

“Yo, Chanyeol here. You’re coming over right? I’m on my way back, you want a ride? Chen told me your are getting your motorcycle fixed.” Ah, Chanyeol, always thoughtful. You wouldn’t say you were close to him, but you liked him. The stupid puppy smile and his weird attachment to explosives and other sorts of weapons. The more sound it makes, the better. “Yeah, that’d be nice, thank! How far are you?” He was silent for a second and you could hear the sound of the direction light. “About a minute or 15.” That was enough time. “I'll meet you at the front door! “ “Out!” he said, hanging up the phone, and you laughed. It was nice to see someone as kid like as Chanyeol in the group, he really lifted the mood. Especially when him and Baek were together. They got a long pretty well, especially because they joined the gang at about the same time. You put your lipstick in your bag, and put up your hair with a pin. Not to tight, not to messy, just right. Some strands fell in front of your eyes and you wet them to make them stay together instead of it looking like fuzz on your forehead. For shoes you went with your over the knee, high heeled, black suede boots. It was a mouth full, but they were awesome and made your legs look really good. Downstairs, you put your phone and lipstick in your small bag and put on your trusty leather jacket. A leather jacket is never wrong, never. Chanyeol pulled up in front of the store and you locked the door behind you. He was driving Suho’s car. “Since when are you all allowed to drive this car?” you said when you stepped inside. He revved the engine loudly. “She’s pretty isn’t she.” “I don’t like cars.” you states, shrugging. “Suho lets us borrow it, because we need it. Our other car died because it had 24 bullet holes in it.” He said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Well I hope you gave it a proper funeral.” “We harvested the organs and sold them on the black market.” Meaning they called someone to take apart the car and then sold the parts that were usable. The drive to Exo was a little longer by car, because you couldn’t take all the shortcuts you could with the motorcycle. Chanyeol pulled up in front of the gate and Baekhyun opened it without him even having to roll down the window. “He was waiting wasn’t he.” “I texted him, saying you were wearing a deep cleavage shirt.” You punched his arm. “You two are insufferable.” but you knew he was lying from the shit eating grin on his face. There was already a line forming at the entrance, even though the party hadn’t even started and it was only 9pm. Two more hours to go and the party would be full on from the get go. Inside, Xiumin, Lay, and Chen were setting up the club, moving things form the storage to the hall in the back. “Hi Angel!” Jongdae called, not looking back while carrying three barstools. You chuckled. “Heya!” Upstairs you found Sehun in D.O.’s bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet. “What are you doing Oh Sehun?” you clicked your tongue and leant against the doorframe. He looked like he was caught stealing something, and he probably was. But he gave you a once over. “Looking good I see.” “Are you stealing something.” “No.” “Eyeliner is behind the mirror, borrow Chen’s he won’t notice.” You reached over him and opened the mirror door, taking Jongdae’s eyeliner from a cup. Sehun looked hot with eyeliner on, the sleek line of his jaw, slender nose and sharp eyes made him look almost like a model. There was something very mature and untouchable about him. “How did you know.” You sighed. “Seriously, I can see you have one eye done, are you stupid?” He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Excuse me, I still look better with one eye done than you do with two.” “At least I’m symmetrical and don’t look like i got punched i the face.” you shot back with a small smile. His hand was steady as he applied the eyeliner to his other eye, a little messy, smudging it on the bottom line. There didn’t seem to be any precision in it but it looked like it did. You did know that the secret to good eyeliner was to not want to be too precise. Well if you wanted to look a little dark and mysterious, not if you wanted to look like one of those starbucks girls. Then you needed a ruler. “Thanks!” Sehun said, handing you the eyeliner and skipping out the door. Yes, skipping. Arms circled around your waist and you leant into the familiar warmth of Jongin, who rested his chin on your shoulder. “Did you just let Sehun borrow Jongdae’s 30 dollar MAC eyeliner?” he hummed. You put your hands on his. “No, I think i don't even know who that belongs to. Chanyeol or D.O. probably. I don’t really want to get kink shamed in front of everyone.” “That's what he threatened with.” “That’s what he threatened with if I use it. If Sehun and his dirty little hands use it idk what would happen to be honest.” Kai laughed, muffling it against the skin on your shoulder. “You should wear more clothes, aren’t you cold?” He was too sweet sometimes, really. Out of all of them Jongin’s heart was the purest, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. But he did, for work, for them. Even though Xiumin never made him do anything, he did it anyways. He said it was for family, and that he didn’t mind. Sometimes, when he called you late at night, and just wanted to talk, you knew something had happened. Like now, how he was clinging to you. You saw it in the mirror, his hair casting a shadow over his worrying eyes. He was always nervous before it started. Always. “You need a drink.” you slid from his grasp, and made your way to pull him to the living room. That’s when you saw Kyungsoo by the door. “Hey!” He eyed Jongin before letting his gaze fall on you. “You really have a thing for guys in bathrooms don’t you?” Very aware that Jongin was still right behind you, you stepped up to Kyungsoo and unbuttoned the top button of his blouse. “What can I say, moans sound nicer with tile walls.” Jongin tried his hardest to sustain his laugh, hand over his mouth. D.O. looked just as amused, but more in the form of a smirk, and a dark edge to his eyes. He was ready to play. “I'd have to try that out sometimes then.” “You should, but don’t have sex in the bathwater, yeast infections are a bitch.” you said with a way to happy voice, as if it was just another hallways conversation. Or bathroom conversation really. When you were in the living room, you went for the liquor and poured Kai a glass, sliding it over the counter. “Drink.” He didn’t protest and downed it in one go. “Thanks.” “You have no reason to be nervous.” “It always happens, I’ll be fine when I get in there.” “No you’ll be fine when you have more alcohol.” You poured him another glass. “Don’t down it, just take your time. You know what to do, you’ll do just fine.” Besides him, you fixed a few stray hairs that were sticking out weirdly. Smoothening them back with the rest. He licked his lips, and bit his bottom one. “Baekhyun dealing tonight? Or Lay?” “Baekhyun, Lay dealt last time. Speaking of Lay, I hear he’s been bitching at you again?” Kai took a sip of his drink and followed you downstairs. “D.O. asked, if you’re wondering, what you beef with Lay is.” You shrugged. “I’ve been around often last couple of weeks, agitates him, let him go. D.O. doesn’t need to know it’s none of his business. Plus if Lay wants him to know we are all very aware that he’ll just tell him to throw me under the bus.” Jongin did ’t answer you and you went to help out the guys with setting the bottles of alcohol and glasses behind the bar. Suho was straining to reach the upper shelve, white skin pulled over taunt muscle contrasting with the black shirt. “Anything I can do to help?” “You 180?” “Sadly, no.” you laughed but helped him fill the lower shelves anyways. Sehun finally came by after a few minutes and put the glasses on the top shelf without having to be told to do so. Chanyeol and Lay took care of turning on the lighting, setting up the music station. Xiumin was handing out earpieces to everyone who had to work downstairs. The next hour was quiet, and Kai and Baekhyun led 4 men in through the backdoor. They were dressed in nice suits, just like Kai. Baekhyun on the other hand was wearing a black shirt with the logo of EXO, and thin framed round glasses on his nose. The men looked rich, probably estate bankers Jongin worked with on a scam. Not that they knew, the never did. Jongin was good at what he does, lying, conning, being charming and seductive, wrapping people around his little finger. He was speaking to them, motioning around with his hand, leading the group. Lips pulled up in a signature smirk. You saw a particular red head making his way onto the balcony, and you watched him from afar. He sat down, pout on his lips because he probably knew that you were there to babysit him. The plush curve of his bottom lip visible even with the distance. Red hair looked impeccably good on him, and the sides were neatly shaven. “Go get him tiger.” Jongdae said and pushed you with his elbow. Shit eating grin on his face that you didn’t see but could practically smell. “Oh I’ll get him and you watch me boy, because this.” you said turning to face him. “Is how the professionals do it.” With that you went up the stairs now that the glass door was still unlocked. In 10 minutes everything would go on lockdown that guests weren’t allowed to see or touch. Kyungsoo was doing something on his phone, that still had reception right now, but wouldn’t in a couple of minutes. Courtesy of Baekhyun, he has installed multiple signal jammers and these things that just basically rendered your phone useless. Even the camera and basic functions. “So I’m on babysitting duty.” “If you say that again I will punch you in the face.” He grumbled. You sat down, close to him, he didn’t move away. “How are you feeling.” He groaned, throwing his head back, exposing the column of his throat. The tendons stretched out and moved as he swallowed. “I feel perfectly fine, I can work just fine. This is ridiculous.” Somehow you felt sort of bad for him, you knew what it felt like wanting to work but not being allowed to. “Have you ever seen Jongin play?” you asked. D.O. opened one eye and eyed you suspiciously with it. “No, why?” “I’ll give you commentary, it’s fun to watch. He’s playing some rich guys tonight.” you unintentionally leant your arm on the backrest, behind him. Your arm brushed against his hair. “Fine.” “Listen, let’s just make the best of it. We’ll be stuck here for a couple of hours. I really don’t want to make you feel like you’re being babysat.” you pushed him lightly and he smiled a little. His lip ring caught on his teeth and flicked back. “Is this part of your game.” You laughed, shaking your head. “If you want it to be.” He paused, lips slightly parted and a little wet. His eyes looked directly into yours as he came a little closer. You felt his breath on your lips as he spoke. “Game on.” A smile broke out onto your face, and you didn’t know why. “Jongin is starting.” you pointed to the Glass Cabinet. Baekhyun was shuffling the cards and Jongin was leaning back in his chair. “You always call him Jongin?” Kyungsoo asked, keeping his eyes at the room. “Most of the time yes, I try now to around Xiumin, pisses him off.” “Are you close.” “Yes, do you care?” “Should I care?” “No.” “Then I don’t.” Weird. “Are you blindly trusting me?” “I'm playing along.” For a moment you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t expect him to be like that. He completely changed from the first time you approached him. Was he intentionally that shy back then? From this angle you could see the line of his jaw well, it curved in a little at the end, but it was prominent. The stretchers in his ears were black and solid, not those where you could put a pencil through. Something you advised people not to do, because it just wasn’t supposed to be used for that. “Angel?” You hummed in response. “Have you ever split someone’s tongue?” “Oh yuck.” you said gagging in distaste. “I don’t do things like that. And for the love of God if you do, I’m disqualifying you.” The two of you laughed, and Jongin won his first hand as the party goers slowly streamed inside and the music was turned up a few notches. You had to lean closer to his ear so that he would properly understand what you were doing. “He always wins the first hand, the cards are shuffled in a certain way. It took Baekhyun weeks to learn how to properly keep them sorted. It’s a different set each week, so that we don’t catch suspicion, but he always wins.” He didn’t reply but nodded while watching them. “See the guy with the red tie? He’ll be leaving first. Jongin will lose the next three, random shuffle. Then he’ll start counting cards in a random order, either odd do even or even to odd.” you trailed along, trying to explain the tactics as simply as possible. Kyungsoo clicked his tongue. “I'm not following.” “Meh, you’ll see. He’ll get it.” He turned around and found that you were closer that he initially expected. So he shifted a little, but his leg was still pressed against yours. It wasn’t awkward, neither of you looked down at it, just at each other. “Where did you learn this?” “It’s what I do?” “You play poker for a living? Don’t make me laugh.” he leant over the table to pout the two of you a drink. You couldn’t drink much, two at the most, three if the night was long. People from the balcony usually didn’t interfere much with downstairs. It was like sitting on the bench for a football game. Chen enjoyed it though, not having to do much, Chanyeol and D.O. hated it. You understood, because it felt like you weren’t good enough to be downstairs. You swirled the glass, watching the gold liquid cast the light from the strobes over your shirt. “I play with people for a living.” “Is this your way of telling me that Baekhyun and Chanyeol payed to to sleep with me?” Another laugh escaped your lips and you shook your head. “Of course not. I have the uncanny talent to have people do what I want them to do. Coercion, persuasion, seduction. It’s a thing on the side, the shop has been paying off so I don’t have to do it as much anymore. But i scammed my way around town.” He made a funny frown, probably because of your last sentence. “Are you using the uncanny talent on me?” “You ask a lot of questions.” “I’m curious.” “Me too.” you said, and paused before you went on. “But I’m not playing this games with ulterior motives, this is merely for my own enjoyment, and your of course. I’m not blackmailing you, holding anything back, i’m not using anything against you. It’s just fair play here.” His eyes searched for something in yours. “So you cheat.” you nodded. “What are your non ulterior motives?” You grinned, and leant down to his ear, lips brushing over his industrial piercing. “I think we both know the answer to that don’t we.” Without another word you trailed your fingers over his neck, playing with his piercings there. He shuddered under your touch, but he didn’t pull away. So you continued. With your fingers ghosting over his skin and the metal that ran through it, you pointed back at the Cabinet. “He’s playing scheme B, so he should win this one.” Then his shoulders tensed, Jongin’s. He shifted in his seat, crossed and uncrossed his legs. Tapped his foot to the floor. He lost the hand, and tousled up his hair. Frustration, anxiety. If you could see his face he’d probably be biting his lip till it’s raw. You didn’t wait any longer, and sat upright. With careful movements your removed the piercings from your lips and nose. “Give me your hand.” you said, and he held it up with big eyes as you placed the piercings in them. “Okay.” you used the screen of your phone to touch up your lipstick. And felt Kyungsoo’s gaze on you as you let down your hair and rolled the top of your boots down to below the knee. “What are you doing?” He asked, worried. “Saving Xiumin’s money.” You grabbed your back and used a tissue to wipe of your lipstick and wet it with your tongue to remove some of your eyeliner. “I’ll be back.” With a swift movement you pulled out the pin from your hair and let if fall over your shoulders, slightly curled from being up. Your heels sank into the rug on the floor and clicked down the concrete stairs. Xiumin and Lay were enjoying a drink at the bar, now that all the guests were here and Xiumin could leave Baekhyun’s spot with the surveillance. You had to push some people away to get there quickly. With both hands on Lay’s shoulder you said; “Lend me your jacket.” “Excuse me, get your paws of me.” he bit and shrugged of your grip. Your eyes met Xiumin’s. “What are you doing?” he asked. Without any hesitation you replied, your eyes not leaving his. “Kai is losing.” The unexperienced eye wouldn’t notice, but for the fraction of a second you saw fear cross his soft features. “Give her your jacket.” he told Lay. “I don’t think so.” “Lay, that’s an order.” Xiumin dropped his voice and you felt Lay tense, but he didn’t react immediately. He was considering his options. “Lay!” he barked, and as if on cue, Lay shrugged his jacket of into your hands. It was heavy, and a dark dark blue. The fabric was smooth against your skin and it was on the big side. So you rolled up the sleeves and closed the second button. “I’ll bring it back.” you said. It was just to cover up the wing tattoos on your arms. To your surprise Lay didn’t answer you before you left, but you knew he’d give Minseok shit about it. Upstairs you went back to D.O. who had left your piercings on the glass table. “Come.” you motioned him over, and crossed Xiumin and Lay in the hallway. Xiumin gave you a short nod, knowing what you were about to do. Lay kept his gaze forward, head held high. They were going to the balcony so that someone was at least checking on the camera’s. “Listen.” you said, fixing his hair so that it looked less grungy and a little more kept for as far that his hair could look like that in fiery red. “You’re going to go in there, and you’re telling Baekhyun he’s needed downstairs. I will switch places with him. Don’t say anything else, don’t do anything else. After that you wait at the door, guard duty.” You motioned for him to tuck in his blouse. “And most of all whatever you do, do not make eye contact with Jongin.” “Why not?” he asked, eyes wide with confusion. “I’m just going to need you to trust me, Kyungsoo.” you looked at him, asking with your gaze. He doubted, but replied. “Okay.” “Go.” you pushed him towards the door and he opened it, walking inside with his back straight. With your arms behind your back you waited by the door, and remembered to quickly push your smiley piercing up so they wouldn’t see. Kyungsoo put his hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder. “You’re requested downstairs.” he said, voice clean and sharp. Baekhyun looked up, and then his eyes fell on you. “Okay.” he nodded, knowing what the procedure was for this. He was just supposed to go back to his room, or anywhere that the players couldn’t see him so they wouldn’t get suspicious. Baekhyun stood up and ran a hand through his red hair. When he reached you at the door, he tapped his foot against yours as if by accident, and you felt three of his fingers brush against your hand behind his back. Scheme B, gone wrong at the 3rd round. You stepped into the room, slow and deliberately, sitting down at the head of the table. With swift flicks of your hand you collected the cards on the table. “Goodnight gentlemen,” you gave them a curt nod. “My colleague is needed downstairs as you hear. I’ll be filling in for him. I deal with the same rules, so nothing is changing. I’m just checking his notes to see where we stand.” Beside your right hand was a notepad where Baekhyun had kept the score, later it would be typed out and put in a file where Suho would organise all the earnings and losses. Kai was sitting two seats to your left, the easiest place for you to deal to. D.O. watched you, the way you folded the cards over and around your fingers. So fast he could barely follow what you were doing. Flashes of red and white, twisting, turning, until you considered the cards properly shuffled. You placed them on the table and glanced at each of the players at the table, even Kai. You noted that his bottom lips was red from chewing, and he was still twisting in his chair. You sat up a little straighter, crossing one leg over the other. Your foot brushed the leg of the man to your left, running up the length of his shin. His eyes had been trained on your chest from the moment you sat down, and you used it to put him off his game. He sat in the hardest place to control. The card were dealt and you placed three in the centre of the table, flipping them over. Number 3 and 4 would have to be the first to go. 1 was to your right, easy to manipulate in cards, 5 to your left was still to distracted by your chest. As of plan, Kai pulled out this round, folding and leaning back in his chair. It was good to let him sit out for 1,5 round so that he could relax and get back into the game. But with you dealing he knew that he wouldn’t need to do much. The second round was when you noticed that guy number 4 was counting cards. His lips moved slightly as you dealt him each card, and as you turned the ones on the table. They flickered from the stack to the others on the table. That was an easy removal. “Guard, would to mind showing number four out. He’s violating out rules.” you said calmly while turning another card on the table. And cue the anger. “WHAT!? I’m not doing anything!” he yelled, as Kyungsoo stepped over to him. “You’re counting the cards.” “I am not!” he yelled. You chuckled lightly and looked up to him. “Of course you’re not. You’re going to leave your money on the table and leave. Or I will get my boss and see what he thinks.” “A little girl like you can’t hurt me.” he boomed, and D.O. was ready to pull him outside. You held your hand up for him to stop. With your head cocked to the side you let your eyes glean over him. “You’re married, second wife I guess. Two kids, maybe three, they bought you that tie. I can see, it’s cheap. Now, we do not need your family to find out that you’re gambling their money in poker every third saturday of the month. Your wife is probably playing tennis with her friends, and your kids are with the babysitter.” He was silent, mouth hanging agape. “Leave the money, and step outside.” you told him again, calmly and removing your gaze from him to to notebook beside you. That’s some easy money made. The man sighed and pulled the money from his wallet, dropping it on the table and leaving the room with Kyungsoo. You smiled at the others. “Let that be a lesson for anyone who tries to count the cards. We’re here for a nice game of poker. Not to scam people.” They each took their turns, rounds went on, and Jongin became more comfortable at the table. Number 3 left when he lost his for the fifth time in a row. He left the money and let D.O. escort him out. By the time the firsts guests downstairs were leaving, you cleaned up the cards from the table. Most money was with Kai now, and the 30th round had been played. It was late in the night, and Jongin left the room with the grumbling but tipsy men. There was no need for anyone to find out that he was part of the group. It left you and Kyungsoo alone in the room. “How did you do that?” he asked taking the cards. “Is the weight altered?” You laughed as he spread all the cards on the table, testing them to see if they were different. “What is this?” You came up beside him and ghosted your fingers over the cards. “Magic.” you whispered in his ear. “Queen of hearts.” you said turning over the card, revealing the queen of hearts. “King of spades. 2 of cloves. 10 of hearts. Ace of diamonds. Jack of diamonds.” Each card you pulled was the right one. “What?” he whispered in awe. “Are you secretly a magician?” with lips pursed he turned to look at you. With a laugh you shook your head. “No, look.” You took the king of spades from him and turned it over, placing it over the back of the 2 of cloves. “Look closely.” you pulled down the upped card, slowly revealing the pattern on the back. “I don’t see anything!” he said frustrated. “I know, now look at this one.” you switched the positions, king at the bottom, revealing the pattern in the same way. “Still nothing.” You did it again. “Look closely, follow the pattern.” Millimetre by millimetre you slid the card down, swirly pattern at the back seemingly symmetrical revealed. “There!” he suddenly said, pointing at the centre of the card. “That’s not right!” With a kid like gleam in his eyes he look from the cards to you and back. “They’re altered?” With a nod you put the cards back into a stack and placed them in a glass box. “Yep.” “How do you do it though? I mean, shuffling them like that and keeping track of the backs. The differences are minimal.” “Years and years of practice.” He pulled you back by your arm when you were about to leave the room. You found yourself close to him, looking up. “Have you ever seen yourself do that? Sitting at that table. Dealing the cards.” “I don’t do it in front of a mirror no.” With a small smirk on his lips he leant down a little. “You were playing them, I could see it. The way your gaze flickered between the steadily, the way you were comfortable sitting in that chair. In full control. When you told that man to leave, how you spoke to him.” You trailed a finger down his chest. “So you like someone who is dominant.” “No per say. I’m just saying, you looked hot.” he whispered against your ear, smiling. “You should give Lay his jacket back, you looked better with it off. That guy, at your left, he was constantly staring at your chest.” “I know.” “I saw your foot under the table.” he was still whispering, even though there was nobody in the room. “I know.” “Were you playing me?” he said out loud now, eyes narrowing. You chuckled, pulling his shirt of of his jeans because it looked a lot better like that. You smoothed it down, feeling the muscles of his abdomen move under your fingers. “There are no breaks in this game, Kyungsoo.” With a smile you shrugged of the jacket and walked out the room in front of him. “You coming?” you called over your shoulder, and he followed with a smile and a shake of his head.

***

Something should’ve told you this would happen. And you knew it would, but not in this way. You surely didn’t expect to find yourself closed into a corner in your own shop. In the dark of night, by two men. They were big, and you were in no position to take them on like this. But you had to try. One of them grabbed you arm and you fought back, managing to unbalance him and push him to the floor. That’s when the rest stepped in, one of the pulling you around your waist and hurling you against a wall. You banged into it with your back and slid down. In the corner of your eyes you saw something red underneath the counter. The button. You groaned as you tried to crawl over there, your back aching. Someone put a foot on your arm and you hissed in pain. Stupid move though, as you turned onto your back and twisted your legs around his to throw him over. You punched him in the face and sprinted to the counter. It was like they finally noticed you might be an actual problem, and they double teamed you. One of them jumped on you, weight crushing your rips and you swore you felt them snap. A sharp pull on your hair, a stomp against your leg. You twisted. Elbow connecting with a jaw, and heel with a groin. Purely on instinct. You managed to reach the counter and push the button. Someone moved a belt around your neck and you yelled, scream cut of as it pulled tight around your airway. Your finger clawed at the leather as they pulled you back by your neck. “Stop screaming and we’ll let you breathe.” one of them growled and yanked hard against the belt. You felt that it was looped, the cold press of the metal part against the back of your neck. It took some self control to get yourself to calm down, but you relaxed. Knowing it was your only way out. Even though you felt like a leashed dog right now, and your ego wasn’t having it. Footsteps sounded from upstairs, and you trashed again as they stopped looking at you. One of them punched you in the face, and your nose almost instantly started bleeding, blood running into your mouth. You spat it out, right on one of their shoes. Earning you a knee to the ribs. That hurt more than it should’ve and you whined. Your mind flashed all sort of alarm bells, fractured ribs, broken nose, cut of airways. Calm down, you told yourself mentally. Calm down and you’ll make it out. A pair of heels clicked on the floor and stopped in front of your kneeling figure. You didn’t look up until they pulled the belt and your airway was cut off. “So, I heard they call you Angel.” the woman said, a man came up beside her. You immediately noticed he was the leader, and not she. They were trying to throw you off. But he had that air around him, authority, it stank. “But you’re not part of their crew are you? You’re just another asset.” She looked at one of the men. “Did you find anything upstairs.” You noticed that there were now 6 of them, as somebody stepped around. Someone else tied your back while that other man showed her something. “We couldn’t find anything relating them to her, but we found this last time. It didn’t seem that important, but turns out this is one of them.” A sketchbook, shit. He opened it to the woman and man in front of you, and your hands were now painfully crushed together under the burning scrape of rope. You felt your fingers throbbing with the lack of blood running through them. The woman took the sketchbook and clicked her tongue. You knew exactly what she wanted as she turned it towards you. She pointed at a drawing of a boy on one of the papers, he was sitting in the chair, reading a book. Tousled hair pushed back, skinny arms showing under short sleeves. Slim, long legs pulled up, dressed in sweatpants that were too short. “Who is this, and where do we find him?”

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