#they were the kind that buttoned and had a zipper fly

[pretty-prince-lulu]

me, sitting down at my computer, having completely forgotten that a) glasses exist and b) I need them: why the FUCK cannot I read

[withahappyrefrain]

For the prompts, how about number 7. I like it when you tell me what to do? I can just imagine Jake saying that to Venus 😏

Everyone say thank you to Helena for giving me a reason to write the Jeep Wrangler fucking fic! Want to read more about Jake and Venus? Click here!

"Get in the car."

The four words are music to Jake's eyes. It doesn't matter that it's been said in a hushed, demanding tone. In fact, that makes it all the more better.

He nods, quickly getting out a couple twenties from his wallet to give to the bartender. Venus grabs his free hand, leading him away from the bar, away from all those who were trying to flirt with him.

Jake didn't flirt back, he would never. And while she knew that, it didn't stop the green eyed monster from coming out.

But rather than yelling or throwing drinks, she had found a better way to deal with jealousy.

"Get in the back." Her breathing is ragged from kissing him, hands on his chest to press him against the car door.

"I like it when you tell me what to do," Jake smirks.

"I can tell by your raging boner," she remarks, her fingers unbuttoning the top three of his shirt, allowing the silver chain around his neck to glisten in the moonlight.

With anyone else, Jake would have been embarrassed. But with Venus, it just eggs him on. Over two years now and it's still mesmerizing the effect she has on him, her effortless ability to render him so quickly.

"What can I say V," he leans down to be at eye level with her, "You're fucking gorgeous."

She tries to fight back a smile, her eyes closed, fingers seemingly frozen on his shirt.

"Get in the car before I take you right here Seresin," She mutters, trying to sound demanding. It helps that she's brushing her raised left knee against his growing bulge.

"Anything for you Venus." He places a gentle kiss on her warm cheek before opening the door, following her orders quickly.

As soon as he sat down, she was all over him. Her amber eyes remained locked on his face as she lowered herself down into his lap.

"Oh fuck," Jake groaned upon feeling her bare, wet core grind against his denim covered crotch, "W-when did you take those off?"

"When that blonde was flirting with you," Venus said before sinking her teeth into his unmarked neck.

Fuck military regulations.

Jake's head tipped back, practically presenting himself for her, "God, she was trying so hard. Can't-fuck-can't hold a candle to you V."

A whimper leaves her kiss bitten lips, her hips rolling against his at a near frantic place.

"Need you Jake," she says against his skin. A constellation of bite marks and developing bruises now littered across his pale neck.

"I-I got ya V." One of his hands cupped the back of her neck, allowing him to crash his lips against hers. The other went down, underneath the hemline of her sundress, fingers searching.

A loud moan fell from her lips when his fingers found her soaked entrance, quickly thrusting inside her. It was fast and hard, desperate pants coming from both of them quickly filling up the Jeep Wrangler.

She places a hand against the cool glass to support her as she grinds down against his fingers, thighs shaking from pleasure.

"Fuck you're clenching me so hard. Don't know if I can get a third one in," Jake chuckles.

Her available hand wraps around the silver chain he has on, tugging on it. The pressure around his throat, the way it decreases the amount of oxygen he can take in, causes Jake's cock to throb.

"D-don't know if you'll be able to put your cock in me before coming," She grunts against his lips.

"Think you just want me r-real bad V." His voice is shaking, his cock aching for some kind of relief.

"Want to ride your cock and watch you fall apart underneath me." Her hands fly to his zipper, undoing it and the top button. Jake shimmies his hips, his pants and boxers down to his thighs.

He pulls out of her, using his slick-covered fingers as lubricant for his cock. It wasn't the same with his fingers than hers. He knew if he asked she would, but that took away time Jake could spend being inside her.

She lets out a sharp gasp when the thick head of his cock brushes against her entrance. Venus wishes she would get use to it by now, the last thing Jake needs is another ego boost. But god, he's so big and it feels so good to be filled by him again.

Once he's fully inside, he stills, waiting for her to speak, to tell him it was okay.

"Jake, I swear if you don't fucking move-"

There it was.

The sound of skin slapping against skin combined with the little ah-ah-ah's quickly fill up the car, the windows now foggy from their actions.

"How-shit-how do you feel so tight every time?" Jake is barely able to ask, his head buried in the crook of her neck.

Her fingers find his blonde hair, gripping the soft strands for purchase. A witty comeback dies on the tip of her tongue when his cock brushes against the spot that makes her see stars.

Her tight walls clamp down on his cock, causing Jake's eyes to roll to the back of his head. God he loves this, loves being consumed by her and only her. The idea of someone else was absurd. Venus knew this, Jake had make it abundantly clear.

But damn if he didn't love the unexpected benefits of jealousy.

Somehow, his fingers are able to find her aching clit, drawing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"Oh fuck! Jake, fuck!" The worry of being too loud has gone out the door. In fact, she would love for one of those girls to try to find Jake, only to see her riding his cock.

The very thought causes her to increase the speed she's raising and lowering her hips. Jake's are desperately trying to meet hers, thrusting upwards.

Sometimes Venus and Jake liked taking their time, liked trying to make each other fall apart in a unspoken competition to see who would crash first.

But this was desperate. Bob and Maeve had probably returned from the bathroom (how those two thought they were slick was beyond Venus) by now. She also just wanted to feel him, to be full of him.

And Jake wanted the same thing.

She comes first, Jake having to wrap an arm around her waist to help her stay upright as she shakes against him. He keeps thrusting, wanting to prolong her pleasure, wanting to feel her tight walls hug his cock for as along as possible.

"C-c'mon Seresin. Wanna....wanna be full of ya."

Her words tip him over, the back of her thighs flushed against the top of his as he comes undone. Jake's really thankful he parked in the back of the lot, away from other cars.

Venus rests her head on Jake's shoulder, his arms wrapped around her waist, bodies pressed together. For the next few minutes, they just sit like that as they catch their breath.

"Sh...should we go back inside? Like soon?" Jake asks, breaking the silence.

Venus shrugged, "I mean, Bob and Maeve can keep themselves entertain with each other, so I'm not worried."

"If you're not worried, then I'm not worried," Jake says before pressing a kiss to her warm forehead.

[bachiras-toaster]

kinktober day 15: deepthroating : ̗̀➛

CAN IT GO DEEPER? ~ : ̗̀➛

EREN YEAGER x gn!reader

cw: smut, spitting, deepthroating (obviously), desperate/whiny!eren

wc: 2.2k

He looked nervously down at you and back towards the bedroom door, frantically starting to blush and sweat with an uneasy nervousness of it all. “Uh, (Y/n), I’m not sure if…”

“You don’t trust me?” You arched a brow at Eren as you knelt down in front of him at his knees. He was sat on the edge of his bed, feeling the sweat trickle down his neck as you fiddled with his belt and the fly of his jeans.

One day, somehow, Eren had nonchalantly mentioned that he was still a virgin and hadn’t even had his dick touched by a someone else. It shouldn’t have been all that surprising to you, considering that he was a little bit of a loser, but seeing how your friend had gone this far into his life without making any sort of stride in the sexual department made you feel a little disheartened for him. Being the kind friend that you were, and have a little bit of experience yourself, offered to help him out a little bit, just to teach him how it feels. And while he was admittedly quite reluctant at first, it wasn’t like he could turn down such a good offer.

Looking away from you, he could feel himself getting redder and hotter by the second. His heart started beating faster and faster as he felt your fingers gently work their way into his pants, it made him feel vulnerable yet excited all at the same time. “—You know I do—! But…”

“But what?” You paused for a moment to look up at him with a narrowed stare. “You said you wanted to know how it felt. I’m offering to help, you know…”

As you spoke, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Your hands were gentle and soft, making him feel warm inside. He let out a small sigh as you fully pulled down his zipper and undid his button. “I just didn’t think that you’d be fully committed to doing this…”

“Hey, I’m always prepared to help a friend.” You joked simply, watching the erection in his underwear slowly form a tent as it grew.

He feigned an awkward chuckle before he felt himself whine with nervousness, biting his tongue as you tugged down his boxers and revealed his fully erect member.

“I guess it goes without saying that nobody��s ever seen me like this…” His entire face flushed as he murmured that out.

“I’m someone you trust, remember?” You took the base of his cock in one of your palms and gathered your spit to spit at his tip, which caused a shock to surge up his spine. He gasped loudly when he felt your saliva on his cock, his entire body tensing up as he struggled to keep control of himself.

“Spit—?” He muttered anxiously, trying his best to keep himself under control.

“It’s to lubricate it a little.” You simply responded as you began rubbing your saliva around his shaft, letting your palm run across his faint veins with more esse thanks to the small bit of liquid you hsd transferred onto him.

The sensation sent shivers through his whole body as he moaned softly, closing his eyes tightly as he tried not to lose control over himself. The feeling of your hand running along his length was almost too much for him to handle. "B-Be gentle…”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry.” You said softly. “You just guide me where you want me to be.” You poked your tongue out to lick the tip of his cock, planting a gentle kiss.

He gripped the sheets tightly as he felt your tongue against his dick, his entire body shaking uncontrollably as he moaned softly. "G-God…”

Eren mentally noted how it felt a lot different than he had expected it to feel. Perhaps it was always because he had always been so used to doing it with his own hand that he couldn’t even fathom the idea of someone else’s lips being around his cock instead. He couldn’t deny how incredibly turned on he felt, his body buzzing with a sense of pleasure and excitement that he had never experienced before. It was almost as if you were able to read his mind and knew exactly how to please him.

“(Y/n)—…" He gulped, his chest heaving.

“Hm?” You hummed on his cock as your lips slowly began to slide down the base, your tongue dragging across each individual vein that you came across on his length.

The feeling of your tongue gliding across his length sent shivers of pleasure through his entire body, causing his cock to twitch in your mouth. He couldn’t help but groan softly as he felt his body becoming increasingly more sensitive.

You removed your mouth for a moment, your lips making a small ‘pop’ noise as you released his tip from your tongue. You looked up at him through an innocent stare, smiling.

“Do you like that?” You asked sweetly, almost in a whisper. You spoke in the same way one would speak to a baby, and it just made his chest flutter even more violently.

His breathing became heavier as he nodded slowly, unable to speak due to how overwhelmed he was by everything happening right now. His face flushed redder than ever before as he stared back into your eyes.

"Mmmh... Yes..." He mumbled quietly, his voice trembling slightly. "...Please…” His hand landed on your cheek to slowly caress it. “…Continue."

You obediently complied with a soft smirk as you took his cock back into your mouth, holding your own hair behind your face for a better access towards him. Eren’s muscles began to tense up and he could feel his breathing become heavier as you took more of him in each time, going about halfway down his length before sliding back up to the tip.

As you continued to take his cock deeper inside your mouth, he let out a soft moan as his breath quickened and his heart rate increased. The sound of your slurping noises only made his cock throb harder, the heat from your warm breath sending waves of pleasure throughout his system.

Eren’s hand had ran through his long hair, pushing it away from his eyes to reveal his heavily blushing face as he panted relentlessly, trying to hold himself back from whining at the satisfying feeling of you working your way deeper on his dick.

The sound of your soft humming as you sucked his cock was becoming increasingly more intoxicating and as he felt your fingers sliding down the shaft he could feel himself growing even more aroused.

Your hand landed on his thigh for an extra support as you continued to slurp on him, and you could feel the way his legs trembled as you did so. It made you smirk a little against his shaft when you felt how much his thigh vibrated against your palm, though there was a sense of flattery that you felt at the fact that he could feel this overwhelmed by your tongue.

He couldn't help but even whimper softly as you worked your way further down his length, still only going halfway each time. His hands involuntarily met your head, running his palm across your scalp as he held onto your head gently.

“(Y-Y/n)…” He stammered.

You didn’t remove his cock from your mouth this time, only looking up at him with your eyes to try and decipher what he wanted through his facial expressions.

His grip tightened around your head as he looked down at you, seeing how you were staring up at him. He moaned faintly, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

"…C-Can it go… Deeper..?" He whispered, his voice shaky as if he was barely keeping himself together. He felt flustered by the question, like he felt stupid for asking it. Although, his embarassment was combatted by your confidence.

Very steadily this time, you slid your mouth further down than you usually would have until the tip graced the back of your throat. You held yourself back to refrain from gagging before you brought yourself back up, preparing your attempt to repeat the process.

A small cry escaped his lips as you repeated the action, his whole body shaking as he tried to remain quiet. The sight of you holding yourself back was enough to make him blush deeply, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep himself under control. His hips twitched slightly in anticipation.

As his hips twitched upwards automatically at the sensation, his tip more violently hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little on impact. Saliva ran down your lip as you took a moment to try and regain control over your breathing.

After a moment, he felt your fingers tighten around his shaft. He let out a soft moan, trying to restrain himself from suddenly pushing further in as he noticed your slight struggle. He wanted to relieve your discomfort, to comfort you, but he also found himself desiring more.

His hand landed very shakily onto the back of your neck as he pushed you further down onto his cock, feeling himself grow more and more desperate for that same pleasurable rush that came with his tip hitting the back of your throat.

He felt his heart racing in his chest, his entire body shaking as he tried to fight back the urge to fuck your face harder. He felt like he was on the edge, like he might collapse soon.

It was admittedly a little bit of a struggle, but wanting Eren to have a good first time, you complied with his desperate demands and you allowed his entire cock to be pushed into your mouth every time with almost little hesitation. After a while, you had gotten used to the feeling and didn’t gag so much anymore, however tears felt like they were building in your eyes the more of him you let through your lips.

The young man's hands tightened their grip on your hair as he began thrusting his hips forward, forcing himself deeper inside your mouth each time. A loud groan left his lips as he closed his eyes tightly, biting down gently on his lower lip as he fought off an orgasm. It seemed impossible for him.

You sped up when you notice how he had began to quiver even more desperately now. He was clearly close to his orgasm, and you could see it in the way he whimpered and clinged onto his bedsheets. You really wanted to help him reach his high, so you sucked him even harder this time.

He let out an agonising groan as he felt your lips and tongue caressing him more frantically. With every passing second, he felt more and more like he was going to lose control and cum in your mouth, and it scared him. He wasn't sure if he was ready for it yet. But, you were prepared for anything else he might give you; it seemed that if he were to be denied and orgasm any longer, then he might just explode.

He felt like he was losing his mind. One hand was clutched onto his duvet covers while another latched onto your nape holding you still as he thrusted himself deep inside your throat once again.

"Oh god... Oh god..." he muttered under his breath as he kept pushing himself deeper than before. “(Y/n)— I- Think I’m gonna—“ He but his lip, feeling himself whine. “—Where do I—?”

Noting that he was asking where he should release himself, you made sure to hold your mouth wide open, gesturing to the spot on your tongue that he should cum directly onto.

His body shuddered violently at your suggestion. His face went red from embarrassment and he tried to pull away from you, his movements even more stiff because of your tight grasp on his thigh. He looked like he was about to cry as he let out a few more whimpers, but he was able to shudder and moan as he shot himself into your mouth.

Thick ropes of white liquid released itself onto your tongue, and you even lapped up the remaining bits that had landed outside of your lips, giving him a soft smile as you let yourself swallow every drop of what he had released into you.

He stared at you in shock, his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. He couldn't believe what he had just done, but he also couldn't deny how good it felt to see you enjoying it.

“Now, was that good?” You asked, licking back up the spilt liquid using your thumb and sucking the remains off of your fingerprint.

He bit his lip nervously as he looked back at you, still unsure of what to make of everything he had just done.

“...Yes.” He managed to grumble out as he stole a glance at the white stain on your tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from you. “…I… Liked it.”

[upsidedownwithsteve]

hi! could you please do Steve teaching shy!reader how to suck him off cause it's her first time and she really wants to but has no idea how to?

18+

“You don’t have to.”

You shrugged, nerves showing in the way your brows hiked up in the middle, the way you chewed at the corner of your lip. You sank to your knees anyway, delighting in the way Steve let out a groan and a curse.

“I want to,” you told him, sounding more confident than you felt. You let your palms lay on his thighs, hoping he couldn’t feel how clammy they were through his jeans. The bed squeaked as Steve shifted, his eyes trained on your wide ones. “I just— I don’t… Can you tell me what to do? Can you teach me?”

Steve’s eyes shuttered closed, lashes blinking, cheeks rosy and he looked pained. You wondered if you’d done something wrong.

“Baby, if you’re gonna start saying stuff like, I won’t get a chance to.”

You blinked, mouth falling open as Steve’s cock kicked up beneath the zipper, as if to prove a point. You swallowed, bare knees pressed to his bedroom carpet and you smiled, shyer than ever despite the jab you still managed to deliver.

“You’re filth, Harrington.”

Steve punched out a soft laugh, more breathy then he wanted it to be, ‘cause your small hands were busying themselves with the button of his jeans. “Yeah? Hard not to be when you’re on your knees like that, babe, shit.”

You smiled at him again, the picture of innocence despite the way your fingers were wrapping around him, pulling out his hard length with a small gasp. You’d seen it before - fuck you’d touched it before. Hands pumping around the size of it, eager to get Steve to fall apart for you, touch stuttering as he curled his own fingers into the spot that made you keen.

Steve had expected that today, too. Had been looking forward to it, actually, thinking about it all through his shift, wondering if you’d make the same noises for him as last time, when he sucked a bruise into the side of your hip when you came for him.

He hadn’t expected this.

Doe eyed and cheek pressed to his thigh, looking up at him as you waited for instructions. His heart bounced in his chest, a bone rattling beat that made the blood rush to his cheeks, his neck, his cock. His nostrils flared, lips parted and he let his head hang back, hands braced behind him as he fisted the sheets.

Yeah, this was going to be a quick lesson.

“Stevie?” You squeezed him gently, pulling a throaty moan from him and you licked your lips just as he looked back down at you. “Should I just—?” You squirmed, shuffling in your summer dress, thighs pressed together as you brought the head of to your mouth, cherry flavoured lips parting.

You tried to take too much of him, back of your throat burning at the invasion, the way he filled your mouth, hips jumping up from the mattress at the sudden wet heat on him. Steve grunted, gasped, a hand flying to cradle your jaw as you pulled yourself off of his cock with a choked noise.

“Baby, baby, shit.” Steve’s chest was heaving but he was soft with the way he soothed a thumb over the apple of your cheek, running it under the wet that had gathered at your lash line. “You okay? Fuck, too much huh?” A laugh bubbled from him, not unkind, not at you, but self consciousness still clouded your face.

“I— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, god…” you pulled away, nose scrunched in defeat, brows furrowed but before you could get too far, Steve caught your chin.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, yeah?” Steve bent a little to get closer to you, hands cradling your face, eyes kind and patient. “Do you wanna stop? It’s okay if you do. Or you can come look pretty for me up here and I can take care of you for a while, how ‘bout that?”

The offer was tempting but that’s what Steve did all the time. Take care of you. So you shook your head and pushed back into the space between his knees, hand wrapping around his half hard length with a new vengeance, you felt him twitch under your touch, a new interest piqued at your determination.

“Shit, honey,” Steve breathed out, head lolling back again, neck taught and jaw tense. He blinked down at you, pupils blown wide. “Just go slow, okay? Take your time, you’re gonna make me feel so good, no matter what.”

His confidence in you bloomed in your own chest and you smiled, palm slick as it pumped him up and down, precum and your own saliva making it an easier job for you. “Yeah?” You asked.

Steve nodded, already gone on your touch, the way you looked. Ass perched back on your heels as you knelt, lips glossy, eyes wide, one dress strap slipping indecently down one shoulder.

“Fuck, yeah,” Steve assured, and with that, you edged forward, lips carefully wrapping about the head of his cock, tongue flat underneath it as you sucked cautiously at the tip. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, that’s it, baby, shit.”

With each breathy moan, each gasp and wine, stuttered swears and whispers of affection, you gained more confidence.

“That’s my girl, yeah, just take the tip, baby, feels so fucking good.”

You hummed, pleased with yourself when your mouth was wrapped around half of him, the heavy feel of his cock slowly slipping in and out past your lips as you bobbed your head. It was a stretch to take him like this, jaw protesting and knees shaking beneath you but Steve was losing it, and that was worth it all.

One hand on his thigh, curled around the band of his shucked down boxers, the other wrapped around the part of his dick your mouth couldn’t reach, you pulled off of him, tongue licking over his head like a lollipop.

“S’good?” You asked quietly, voice a little hoarse. You blinked, eyes wet with the way you’d lost yourself in it, nearing closer and closer to the point where his cock brushed up against the back of your throat again. “Am I doing it right?”

Steve could hardly speak, chin tucked to his chest so he could watch you, his cock slick with your spit, his lips chewed raw from how he’d bitten at them, knuckles white as he gripped at his sheets, doing everything he could not to grab at your hair and buck up into you.

“Yeah, baby, yeah yeah yeah— fu-uck,” another breath was punched out of him, a rough gasp as you leant into to lick another wet stripe up the underside of him. “Yeah, s’good, you have no fuckin’ idea.”

He was overcome with adoration when you smiled, proud, lips swollen and reddened from your efforts. “Will I keep going?” You said it softly, politely, as if you weren’t pulling his soul from his bones from the way your tongue was curling around his cock.

He swept a thumb over your cheek, a soft push to the skin there that felt like an ‘I love you,’ and he nodded, neck bared once more as he let his head drop back when your mouth slid back over him.

…

[kiwiikato]

hi. this is my first time requesting anything but i have a request to make. it's an idea i thought about while trying to sleep. is it ok of you can do Ken Sato x Singer! Reader? if you don't want to that's okay.

masterlist

this sounds like a wonderful idea! i would love to write this for you! :3 i hope you’re okay with the storyline! i’m not the very best at writing stories without long descriptions 0-0

propmt: mina sets up kenji with an interview. on the way there, he instead ends up running into up-and-coming new singer y/n.

kenji fumbled with the zipper of his jacket, the pulse of his heart increasing as he ran around his home. he had just got back home from a mission, having to deal with another hectic kaiju that destroyed the city, and with the even more bothersome KDF.

upon getting home, mina had informed him of a interview she had accepted on the behalf of gaining more publicity on kenji’s rise as a more cooperative member of the giants baseball team.

“fuck mina, how many minutes till the interview starts?” kenji basically barked out, grabbing his keys off the side table, along with his phone and motorcycle helmet. “you have about 15 minutes to get there, along with another 20 minutes on preparing yourself for the interview itself.” the robotic orb responded, hovering near the slightly tanned skin asian.

his hand raked along his hair, pushing any fly away strands back into place. “good, i should have a couple of minutes to spare then.” he said throwing on his helmet, all while making his way to his front door.

“mina, tell my dad to take care of emi, please. he should get here in a couple minutes. unlock the door for him when he arrives.” kenji says, giving mina a quick wave as he ran to his motorcycle.

he inserted his keys into the cars ignition, quickly turning the keys, making his bike roar slightly. his hands gripped the handles of his bike securely, with his foot landing in the gas pedal. it wasn’t long till he found himself driving, the cool air of the night hitting his body.

he couldn’t help but sigh from the freshness of the air, feeling a bit more relaxed about the interview. his bike drove through the city, the colorful lights of purple and blue flashing his helmets visor.

it wasn’t long till he found himself in front of the building where the interview would take place. kenji took his helmet off, fixing his hair quickly as he chain locked his motorcycle in place. he sped walked past the doors, pushing them open as his ears were filled with the sounds of people talking and rushing around.

he ran past the receptionist, too tired to deal with check ins. it’s fine it didn’t matter, they knew to expect him anyways. he’s finger pressed at the button of the elevator, his foot impatiently tapping as he waiting for the iron doors to slide open.

a ding sounded out as he quickly got on, not bothering to check if anyone was coming as his finger hastily pressed the ‘closes doors’ button. he sighed in relief seeing the doors slowly waiting, looking at his watch to see he had only about 25 minutes to prep and settle down.

his eyes flickered up at the doors in shock when a hand stuck itself into the elevator doors. the unknown had pried the doors open slightly till them automatically open. kenji couldn’t help his jaw being open from the shock of someone shoving their hand in right before it closed, almost risking an injury.

the person walked in, smacking their hands together to rid of any dust and gunk they might have picked up. you looked up, raising an eyebrow at his face. “you might want to keep that mouth shut pretty boy, a mosquito might fly in.” you say snickering slightly.

kenji closed his mouth, readjusting his posture to look a bit more carefree and relaxed. “yeah, i know that.” he remarked, kind of confused at the interaction at hand.

“did you really? it doesn’t look like you knew that sato.” you say moving to click the button for the floor you were going to, but he stood near it. you cleared your throat waiting for him to move out of the way, but he just stood there.

“you need to learn how to get out of the way.” you say as you lean over him, your body close to his, almost touching, as you tap the button to the sixth floor. “seventh floor, huh?” you ask him, seeing the lit up button as you pull away from his space.

he could help but to smell the scent of your cologne/perfume as he nodded. “yeah, seventh floor. i got an interview i have to be at in a bit.” he says, looking down at his watch to keep track of the time.

“oh really? i do too.” kenji raised his eyebrows in curiosity. he had yet to have heard of you, so his brain rummaged around for what you could be getting interviewed for.

giving up, he just decided to ask. “what are you getting interviewed for?” you turned to him, smiling at his question. “up and coming singer. the media is interested in my ‘sudden’ rise to fame, so i was offered an opportunity to be interviewed, as well as a short performance there as well.” you say, your eyes drifting up to see you were almost close to the sixth floor.

kenji wouldn’t deny his interest. it wasn’t a lie to he enjoyed music. he played it throughout his house every chance he could get. “how long have you been playing for then?”

it made you ecstatic to be asked about the journey to your current present. “i’ve been performing for a couple years now, started off by doing small gigs at a club around the corner from here and uploading videos, honestly just testing my luck.” you say fixing your shirt as you see the sixth floor coming up.

“well, isn’t that something. it’s a good thing you’re here now, practicing really does benefit people.” he said smiling. he was strange, but a good strange. the famous baseball player was undeniably attractive. you were sure you would’ve blushed if it wasn’t for your blood already pumping from stage freight.

“yeah it is. it’s good to be here, makes it fun to meet new people, just like right now actually.” you say as the elevator makes a ding sound. “well, this is my stop. i should get going. good luck on your interview!” you say smiling as you step out.

kenji watches you from inside the elevator as the doors begin to close. you wave at him smiling, to which he smiles back a bit. right as the doors are about to shut, he watches as you wink, your hand making a ‘call me’ motion as the doors close.

kenji can’t help but blush at your sudden confidence. he would have called you, but he didn’t even get your name, nor your number. he had gotten no information about you at all. he can’t help but chuckle at your attempt, finding it cute.

he watches as the elevator is almost to the seventh floor. he fixes his hair once again from nerves, walking out as the doors open. he confidently struts to the dressing room, having a couple minutes to spare. his hands find their way to his jacket pocket. his fingers hit something in them, it couldn’t have been his keys or his phone, it was too small and thin.

he raises an eyebrow as he pulls out a small card. he looks down, reading the information on it. he couldn’t help but to slightly blush as he read the writing on it.

“call me cutie - (xxx) xxx-xxxx y/n ♡”

he chuckled, smiling softly as he placed in back in his pocket. he opened the doors to his dressing room, taking a seat. a smile gracing his lips as he realized you had snuck the card in his pocket when you had leaned over him to press the button for the sixth floor.

he is definitely going to send you a text when he gets home.

[cyberrat]

89th Batch Of Fics: 14th Fill

Husk/Velvette; Others – Dress Up AU – Part 4 – misunderstanding; mistaken identity; dub-con (love potion) – Husk somehow manages to stumble his way right into Velvette's pants? huh.

(continuation next batch)

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Husk slowly goes to his knees. It has nothing to do with his clothes having somehow become alive and all to do with the fact that there is love potion crawling through his veins and Velvette is, unfortunately, gorgeous and he is just a single pathetic man.

His relationship with being able to get and maintain erections is tenuous at best, curtesy of depression and alcohol – and his age, lets be fucking honest while we were being so nice and open – but his mouth works just fucking fine. He’s good with it. He doesn’t mind helping a pretty little sinner out every now and then.

And Velvette is as pretty as they come. Young, vivacious, dangerous… His eyes fall down to her cruel little fingers. They’re dexterous, too, he realizes dazedly. She pops open the top button of her pants, fingertips closing around the tab of the zipper… then pauses.

“You’re not talking,” she reminds him in a throaty kind of voice. He blinks profusely and rips his eyes away from her crotch. He looks at her eyes, narrowed in cruel satisfaction when his fingers visibly curl around the edges of his skirt and hold on for dear life.

His cock is an obvious bulge, standing desperately at attention. The one time Husk would have loved for it to just chill-

“I don’t… know what to say,” he rasps dutifully. His confusion is not even played. “I’m not… much for parties.” Not anymore. “But my uhm… f-friends,” he can feel bile rising in the back of his throat, trying his hardest not to sound as cynical as he feels when using that word, “brought me along, so…”

Velvette cocks her head to the side, her narrow-eyed gaze not softening. Husk can tell that her arms are moving but he does not dare to look down again so soon.

“Who are your friends?” she asks with a purr. “Didn’t know any of the fucks in there had taste.”

Husk’s mouth opens, then closes again. Whenever he moves his lips, he can taste some more of her sticky lipgloss as it is trying and failing to dry against his fur. It sends skittering little bursts of sensation through his body and has his tail writhing behind his back. He doesn’t know what to say.

“Angel Dust…” he says slowly, mind reeling, trying to come up with any other name than fucking Alastor because then the jig would be up. He can’t say any other name, though, because he’s got no idea who else is in this party and where that white lie might lead him.

Before he can spiral into any desperate overthinking mess, Velvette’s face suddenly relaxes while her eyes widen in intrigue. “You are one of that whore’s friends?”

She takes a step closer, her hands outstretched, going for Husk’s face. However, his eyes just immediately drop back down. Her fly is open now but miraculously, her pants stay in place on her hips. Maybe because they’re just that tight – they are deliciously tight – or maybe because of her odd powers. He can’t see the line of any underwear… but he can see a wonderfully groomed thatch of pubes peeking out at him; a dark pink-ish red and white and black like the rest of her hair.

Her fingers gently spear into the thick fur on his cheeks, carding through it and humming low and appreciatively. It’s stupid to feel proud about eliciting such a sound from her, but here he is, being all warm and needy from the mixture of embarrassed confusion and love potion taking a sledge hammer to his libido and kicking it hard enough in the ass that Husk clenches his teeth together because he can almost feel it knocking against them from behind.

“You’re not one of those, are you, mommy?” Velvette croons. She’s leaning down a little, her head doing a hypnotic waving motion from left to right. She reminds Husk of a snake in that moment and all he can do is keep kneeling there all pretty, his wings folded sweet behind his back, and his stupid dick dribbling pre-cum through the stupid fucking skirt Alastor had forced him into.

“W…What?” he hears himself say, his voice so deep and garbled that it does not make any sense to his own brain, slowly cooking itself in his skull. Velvette must have parsed his choked out little question, though, because her lips draw back into a smile that looks all to dangerous and all too pretty.

Her fingers keep up the petting, slowly sliding into Husk’s new, long hair. She cards them through it, rubbing the strands between her fingers to test its texture and compare it to the overall feeling of the rest of his fur.

“I’m wondering if you’re a whore. One of the dumb little things that Angel likes to crowd around himself to try and distract Val.”

She doesn’t say more than that. Her face does not give any indication whether she would be pleased by the prospect of him being a whore or not. His tongue feels far too dry. He’s craving another hit of the love potion already; it’s doing horrible things to his body. He’s so weak and prone to addiction.

His fingers curl into the hem of his skirt and slowly twist it until glances down toward the motion and tuts her tongue. No more than that and he lets go of the fabric, instead pressing his hands on the floor between his knees.

Velvette does another rolling motion with her head. It does not look natural. More like something a mannequin would be able to pull off. He can feel himself bristling, his tail slowly straightening out behind him.

“No,” he finally says because pretending anything else would be insanity. “I’m not. We just… met. At the hotel.”

Her right eye twitches and her smile dims for the fraction of a second before coming back even wider and sharper and more dangerous.

“You’re an occupant?”

Husk’s mouth opens in dismay, then closes it again. Fuck. Fucking… he shouldn’t have said that. He’s here because the Vees have no idea who he is, especially in this ludicrous get-up and he’s supposed to keep them distracted from Charlie’s stupid little heist and now he-

“N-N-No,” he stutters. “We met once. I kinda thought I wanted t’ get in there but it didn’t work out and he kinda just… latched onto me. I s’pose.”

There’s a second that stretches like an eternity before Velvette’s bright smile drops and she looks immediately uninterested which is good, of course. Except that it is bad because suddenly Husk finds himself wondering if that means she loses interest in letting him nose up against her pussy.

He really wants that right now.

More than a fucking drink or a sip from the love potion.

Velvette sighs softly and mutters something that sounds like ‘well wouldn’t that have just been funny’, before her attention suddenly snaps back toward Husk. She straightens herself up again. She’s so short that with her standing and Husk sitting, his face is basically already snuggled in her crotch. He wants to lean further in until his breath can ruffle those perfectly groomed pubes, but her natural aura just has him sit and wait and sweat quietly with nerves.

“I like you, Whiskey-baby. The party has been fuckin’ boring but I think we two can have some fun, hmm?”

Her cruel little finger creeps beneath Husk’s chin, lifting his head up and then gently scratching him where it feels… really fucking good.

He’s ashamed with how hopeful he sounds when he whispers: “I think so, yeah.”

[gracie7209]

Sin With A Grin - Frankie Morales x f!Reader Oneshot

WC: 12.3k

Summary: You’ve always been on the run. Never having the desire to stay in one place for too long, what you did with your life was up to you and no one else. You didn’t live with regrets and that suited you just fine. But what happens when you meet someone who makes you consider staying?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, reader is/was a stripper, reader used to be a sex worker, smut, angst, sad Frankie, angry Frankie, mental health issues alluded to, but nothing in detail, reader had a rough childhood, childhood trauma though not described in detail, anxiety, brief descriptions of a panic attack, Santi being a little shit, in being a little shit I’m putting dub con, not really, but Frankie does get tied up 🤷🏼‍♀️ alcohol mention, kissing, dirty talk, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected PIV sex (although they discuss beforehand. Be safe y’all), talks of therapy, reader has no physical description, but has a nickname “Len”… No particular reason and doesn’t affect the story in any way. POV changes quite a bit, and there are a few flashbacks throughout… Ummm I think that’s it, but if I forgot anything please let me know!

A/N: So this thing came completely out of no where…. I have 2 WIPs I’ve been working on for over a year and I wrote this in like 2 days 🤷🏼‍♀️ Any mistakes are mine, I looked over it briefly, but it’s not beta’d. I also kind of just went with it in terms of where Reader has been etc. no particular places mentioned aside from the State of Florida and only because I believe it’s where the guys in TF are from…. This is the first full story I’ve ever posted, so I would deeply appreciate any and all feedback. Just be gentle ❤️

“What are you doing???” There’s a slight desperation to his voice, visibly on edge by what he thinks is about to happen…

You continue moving closer, not breaking eye contact with him. Your hands slowly move over your torso, languidly feeling yourself up until you reach the button of your jeans.... you slowly tease your thumbs underneath the waistband… inching that much closer.. “What do you think I’m doing?”

Your hands never stop their descent, and your top button pops open…. The zipper comes down even slower as he takes in your question.

“I, uh…. I’m not…. Why are you, your your…. “

“My what Frankie?”

“Your hands….” He finally chokes out.

“What about my hands?” His eyes are glued to them as you play with your fly, the tiniest peek of your lace panties showing through. You see him swallow, his shoulders straining against the ropes as his own hands desperately try to get out of their current predicament.

As you lean in close, you feel his stuttered breaths against your cheek.. you steal a glance at his face and his eyes are clamped shut, trying to regulate his breathing.

“You know what you’re doing— Why??”

He sounds almost upset, but you can hear the longing in his tone….

“I missed you…..” you take the opportunity to step behind him and place a tiny barely there kiss to the side of his neck. He takes a sharp inhale with slow stuttering breaths as you pull away to move in front of him again. You stand back, just taking him in and he huffs an annoyed breath…

“Oh, don’t be that way Francisco. We had fun didn’t we?” The tone in your voice is almost taunting. You’re not sure why your first instinct is to bait him… YOU dragged him here.. YOU were trying to make amends, yet you couldn’t help it..

Frankie keeps his head down, but looks up to you through his shaggy bangs..

“Is that what you’re calling it then? Fun? It’s been two years….. “ He drops his head, letting it hang between his shoulders in defeat.

You take pity on him, knowing that you were the one at fault and reminding yourself that this was to be expected. You cautiously move forward and begin stroking your fingers through his hair. Frankie tenses immediately at the contact, but makes no move to stop you. Your fingers reach the back of his neck and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with the warmth radiating from him. The easy familiarity of just being in his presence making your heart swim, something you hadn’t allowed yourself to do in two years.

It had been two years. You had justified the gap initially by making yourself believe that Frankie should have seen it coming. That you were just passing through. They were flimsy excuses, but this had never happened to you before… You just wanted to make it right. You weren’t good at this, but you were going to try.

“I know. It’s been a long time — I….”

You’re shaken by the rush of emotion that runs its way through you. The only thing that had ever made you feel regret in your life was sitting right in front of you. The stripping paid what little bills you had and afforded your interests. And it was just easier to move on, jump from place to place rather than set down roots. No place had ever actually felt like home and you were content with the way things were. Until Frankie… It’s the reason you’re here now. You tell yourself to keep it together…. The lies that would generally roll off your tongue with ease weren’t welcome, but old habits were hard to break. Even though this was Frankie, the easy way out was right there…

Frankie was a good person. And for him, what the two of you had, was real. You had eventually come to the realization that it had also been real for you— too real. Which is why you hadn’t come back until now.

You weren’t lying when you said you missed him.

Your hand lightly grabs for Frankie’s chin, pulling his face up to look at you. His warm eyes full of all the pain that the last two years had caused him when you up and left without a word.

“I — I’m sorry. Frankie. I truly am. I never meant to hurt you… I”

“No—“

Frankie cuts you off…

“I thought…” he shakes his head.

“I guess I didn’t know what to think. I kept running it through my head over and over. What happened? What did I do wrong? For so long I just didn't know.”

Frankie looks down to his boots, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him.

“Ha,” Frankie gives an annoyed chuckle.

“You know I actually waited? I had hoped, like some love sick dumbass, that you would come back.” He looks to you then, with a wild glare that tells you he’s fucking pissed.

“And then you fucking show up out of the goddamn blue after two years… because you missed me?? Tied me to a fucking chair because I wouldn’t give you the time of day?”

“You wouldn’t have talked to me otherwise.”

“That’s the point sweetheart!”

You had never heard Frankie yell before, at least not in any way directed at you. His voice was loud, causing you to back away slightly, but you could hear the hurt laced in his tone.

“You don’t just get to do whatever the hell you want at someone else’s expense… I’ve spent enough time feeling sorry for myself over you.”

His words hit you in the gut, but you knew that this wasn’t going to be as simple as reuniting with a lost love, if you could even call it that. You never thought yourself capable of actually loving someone. You had enjoyed your time with Frankie on every level and when it was time for you to get on your way, you hesitated. The fact that you had considered staying scared you, so instead of just leaving, you ran, without a word —And now? You had made a lot of mistakes in your life, but you tended to live with a “no regrets” mentality, rather utilizing your mistakes as lessons to build on. But you did have one regret. One you were trying, as best you could anyway, to recompense.

You literally have him tied to a chair because your prior attempts at civility were made in vain. You couldn’t blame him for being angry though… you expected the anger, thought you were ready for it. What you hadn’t bet on was how emotional you would feel. You had clearly done a number on him, that pain still sitting just beneath the surface. Which is what drove you to close the distance between the two of you, grabbing the sides of his face and putting everything you had into the press of your lips against his…

—

Frankie’s breath is lodged in his throat…. He missed this. Missed you. He hated you. Or, he thought he had. But the second your mouth found his, he was back to before. Back to when he could taste you any time he wanted, rather than holding onto only as much as his memory could serve him… He needs more. Your scent is everywhere and he needs to taste you. His earlier anger seems to completely dissipate as he begs for entry into your mouth with his tongue.

He parts his lips and in a way that is surprisingly soft, he laps at the seam of your mouth…. You open almost immediately, letting him in. Letting his mouth devour yours as you completely submit to him.. well almost—

His greedy kiss is only amplified when you decide to pull his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Fuck,” Frankie pants… “untie me.” He quickly mumbles between kisses… his lips tracing every inch of skin within reach.

“What?” You whisper, your own breathing picking up as his kisses become almost frantic..

“I said,” he presses his forehead to yours so he knows you can hear him, “untie me —“

You’re halfway straddling him on the chair… your chest brushing up against him, your arms encircling his head.

“Please, Querida. Let me touch you—“

You don’t break away from him, instead you reach behind his back and blindly feel for the ropes… the knots having been made loose by his earlier attempts at freeing himself…

As soon as his hands are free, Frankie pushes up, not breaking your kiss, and hauls you into his arms as he backs you against the wall…

You were still so small… he was towering over you, one hand against the wall, and one at your waist. He wraps your legs around him, but holds you firmly in place.

“Why did you leave?” — It comes out amongst the kisses he’s currently littering across your neck and chest.. The question not affecting his intent in the slightest….

“Not right now, please…” You huff out quickly, your mind being completely clouded by Frankie and his massive shoulders. “Fuck, Francisco I missed you…..”

“I missed you too….” Frankie’s reply comes out quick as his hand makes its way up your side to gently grab your breast… his thumb lightly rubbing over the peak.

His mouth is still on your neck, your chest, your lips, he’s everywhere and it’s completely overwhelming and simultaneously not enough as you unconsciously grind against his jeans.

“Answer the question bonita…..” His voice is rough, but quiet…. There’s an edge to it that you can’t identify. He doesn’t sound angry, but he doesn’t sound altogether pleased either..

You knew by coming back here that you would have to answer these questions…

You thought you had prepared yourself, but you were very wrong. His overwhelming presence was making it hard to think, let alone the fact that he was able to pull your shirt down enough to envelop your nipple in his warm mouth. His tongue teasing circles around the peak, making you clench on nothing as you continued to grind into him.

“Answer me,” He growls against your sensitive chest.. “You owe me that.”

Your hands are in his hair, holding him to you. He doesn't stop his assault on your nipple.. his words, again, not getting in the way of him taking what he wants.

“Please,” he whispers against your chest. You can hear in his voice the turmoil behind the question. You’d give him anything right now.

“I was scared. I… I cared about you too much. I couldn’t stay.”

That gets him.

He leans back slightly… still holding you up, but no longer using his mouth.

“What do you mean? You cared too much? And that’s why you couldn’t stay?”

“Frankie…..” He slowly releases you from around his waist and you stand on wobbly legs…

“We need to talk.”

You’re leaning against the wall for support as he stands back a bit. Hands on his hips, lips swollen and red from his earlier assault. You’re sure you look much the same.

“I’ll tell you everything you need to know. I came here to try to make things right with you. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but the more time went on, I realized I couldn’t stay away. I had to make sure you understood. Everything.”

“Ok….. Let’s talk then. I had tried to make peace with the fact that you weren’t who I thought you were. I tried to move on. But you being here now? What don’t I know? Please….”

He steps forward. He’s back in your space and you want nothing more than to pull him into you. But instead you say nothing. You were afraid. Afraid of his rejection if he couldn’t get over your past and the hurt you caused. The tingly sensation still present in your lips tells you that the latter at the very least was still possible.

He chuckles, “I tried to imagine what seeing you again would be like. I’d thought about all the ways I could possibly make you feel an ounce of the pain you left me in. I tried to hate you…. “

Frankie’s gaze is sad, with just a hint of hunger etched around his eyes…. He brings his thumb to your bottom lip, dragging the rough pad against it…

You breathe out against his hand, and his palm comes up to your cheek.

“Tried?” You squeak out. He nods.

“I wanted to. Even had myself convinced I did. Until you decided to come back to town and I immediately knew I was fucked. Because I didn’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Then why wouldn’t you talk to me? I tried to reach out to you. To talk to you, but you refused.”

“I knew I didn’t hate you, but I was still angry. I didn’t have it in me to talk to you yet. And then you decided to take things into your own hands.”

You felt slightly guilty at the way you had tricked him. How Santi was your partner in crime and lured Frankie to where you were currently.

Initially, Santi’s method made you slightly uncomfortable, the pretense that this was a private lap dance that his friend had set up to assuage his moping. Frankie didn’t generally do things like that and you knew it, your initial meeting being the one and only time that you were aware of, but Santi assured you that he could make it happen.

….

Earlier that day….

“Indulge me pendejo…. It was a buy one get one…” As if that were a normal thing?

“You and I both know Will is too straight an arrow to enjoy it, and Benny would just end up trying to take her home. The lucky bastard would probably get away with it too I’m sure.”

“Pope, I haven’t done anything like that in a long time. Not since… you know what I mean…”.

“Yeah yeah yeah, the GIRL, I know. It’s been long enough man. You gotta just let it go.”

“She was your friend too, Santi. So not just some girl.”

“And? She was a friend, but I wasn’t ‘in love’ with her. We all knew she had her own issues… They probably just got the best of her.” Frankie isn’t sure how to take Santi’s sudden coldness toward you. He was usually understanding when it came to you.

“Look, all I’m saying is how long are you gonna hold a torch for her? She’d be here if she still cared.” He was putting it on thick for Frankie, knowing when all was said and done it’ll have been worth it.

“But she IS here, Santi. She keeps trying to talk to me and I just can’t.”

“You’re serious? This girl you’ve been pining over for the last two years is here? And you don’t want to talk to her?”

“No. Not… not yet anyway. I don’t know what she wants and every time I think about it I just get pissed off… “

“Well, here’s the perfect opportunity to just blow off some steam. I’m not saying you gotta sleep with this one, although I think if you played your cards right she might just”—

“POPE! Just shut up!”—

Santi knows he’s got him now. He thinks he should probably feel bad for this, but he knows Frankie will thank him later.

“Alright alright, calm down cabron, I’m just sayin’.”

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Atta boy Fish!” Santi claps him on the shoulder… Frankie shrugs him off…. This whole thing just felt strange… he hoped Santi wasn’t getting him into anything he was going to regret.

-

They arrive at the location, a little upscale for his liking, but it’s on Santi’s dime so he isn’t altogether surprised nor does he particularly care.

When they go to the room, there are two chairs set out invitingly, the suite large enough to house a giant 4-poster King sized bed, a couch and sitting area, with a full kitchen etc

Santi announces their arrival and makes himself right at home in one of the chairs…. It seems a little out of place, but it’s not like he can say much… he just wanted to get this done with so he could go home.

A woman then emerges from the bathroom, black lace lingerie only slightly hidden by a see-through black robe that falls just above her garters… He forces himself not to think about how you looked very similar when the two of you had met…. Circumstances eerily similar to now.

“You alright Fish?” Santi can see how Frankie’s comfort level is dropping by the second, hoping that he can hang on for just a bit longer until the real show begins.

“Yeah. Just a long day is all.”

The woman makes her way over to Santi, whispering something in his ear.

“Oh yeah? Well I can’t say that I have sweetheart, but I’m willing to do just about anything once.” Santi tries not to over play it, just needing to get the ball rolling so you two get the chance to talk.

“Hey, Frankie… You up for something a little different?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, this beauty here is wanting to expand our horizons a bit. You up for it?”

“If it involves me having to touch you, I’m out pendejo..”

“Nah nothing like that. She has some props she’d like to try out.”

“I thought this was a lap dance not an escort service!” Frankie’s on edge and he wants nothing more than to beeline for the door and go home.

“Mierda, no!… Sweetheart”— Santi’s attention is focused on the beautiful woman in lace —“would you just go ahead with what you were telling me?”

Now back to Frankie, —“It’s nothing like that, she just very much enjoys her audience, however sometimes they get a little handsy. She likes to make sure she can do her job without having to break anyone’s fingers.”

The woman walks out of the room and comes back with some type of rope and makes her way to Frankie.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure it’s worth your while” — She gives Frankie a wink and slowly starts to wrap the ropes around his shoulders. Pulling his hands behind the chair, she delicately wraps them individually, securing them in an impressive knot that isn’t too tight, but completely limits his mobility.

He’s not sure what to think, but Santi is seated in the same way he is, presumably waiting for his turn. However, Santi’s turn never comes.

When the woman finishes tying him up, Santi instead gets up, walks over to Frankie’s chair and tests the strength of his binds…

“What the fuck Pope?”

“Calm down Fish. You’ll thank me later.”

Reaching toward the woman Santi wraps his arm around her shoulders — “Trust me Pendejo…. You won’t want to miss this.”

Santi gives him a wink and with that he and the woman leave him in the now completely empty room.

“Pope!!” Frankie yells at the door, Santi ignoring his friend as he continues down the hallway.

“I’m going to fucking murder him,” Frankie says under his breath. He perks his head up at the sound of light music coming from what he assumes is the master bathroom.

“Hello?” He genuinely has no idea what to expect. “Goddamnit Santi, the fuck are you getting me into man?”

“Don’t blame Santi. It was partially my idea…..”

You take that moment to step out of the bathroom. Regular clothes still on, with a surprise hiding underneath. Frankie’s jaw is on the floor and his eyebrows are up to his hairline.

“Hi Frankie…” He starts shaking his head,

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. But I had to talk to you,” you quickly try to explain.

Frankie looks down at the ropes holding him to the chair.. “and you thought THIS was the best way to do that? What the fuck?”

“No…. I tried getting you to talk to me. Several times and you wouldn’t. I don’t blame you, you know?” Frankie gives an annoyed huff. You do your best not to roll your eyes. Reminding yourself that this was to be expected.

“But, I had to figure something out. And then I ran into Santi a couple of weeks ago and he agreed to help me.”

“And why would he do that?” You can hear what sounds like betrayal in his voice.

“Because he was my friend too. And all I wanted was the chance to talk to you. To, I don’t know, explain myself??”

“Little late for that, now don’t you think?” You look down and Frankie decides to add fuel to the fire. The hurt still so fresh even with the amount of time that’s passed. Seeing you just brought it all right back. “What? I’m not sure what you expected, but did you ever stop to think that maybe I didn’t want to talk to you?”

You deserved that. The words still sting even though you know he’s being kind in comparison to how he must’ve felt. Of course he didn’t want to talk to you. Why else would you have had to convince Santi to get him here? It took him literally being tied to a chair, to finally talk to you.

“I know you don't. And after this, if you never want to speak to me again, I’ll understand.”

Frankie doesn’t speak. He just trains his eyes on you. You wish you could tell what he was thinking. He’s still very much the Frankie you left behind. But there’s a sadness in his eyes now that wraps around your throat and you hate yourself for the part you played in it.

The silence stretches to an awkward crescendo before you decide to go about this a different way… after all, he came here expecting a lap dance. It was how you met in the first place after all… It was no longer your lifestyle of choice, but maybe you should go back to where you both started….

……

Present….

“But what if… what if what you don’t know makes you hate me?”

“Look, when you left, I had no idea if you were even ok. I went crazy trying to find you…. I even..” He puts his hands on his hips and looks down, a flush of embarrassment touching his cheeks.. “I uh, hired someone to look for you. I just didn’t know. You fucking left. No word, no call, no note, just nothing.” He sounds defensive even though you have yet to say anything.

“I had to know if you were ok. And well, I found out…. My guy found you after about a month….. Said you were doing just fine in his opinion. Showed me pictures of you. Gave me your new stage name and an address where I could see for myself if I wanted to. So I did.”

“You what?” You couldn’t believe it. After you left, you wanted to go back to the same routine, to try to bring some normalcy or whatever you could call it, back into your life after having Frankie pull the rug out from underneath you. Stripping gave you that outlet. It was good money, and you could be anyone you wanted to be. Different hair, makeup, clothing, new name… you had no restraints and it made you feel alive.

Or it had.. before. This time, it didn’t have the same effect.

“I went to the address he gave me. I needed to see you. Needed to see with my own eyes that you were in fact OK. I don’t know what I expected, honestly. But, you were. Ok, I mean. You hadn’t been kidnapped, or murdered or hurt in any way. You were still you…. And, when I finally saw you, with your tits out and your ass in the air, I realized he was right. You were just fine.”

“Frankie,” you try to move toward him, but he backs away.

“I’ve never judged you for what you chose to do for a living. You were good at it. And had it not been for that, then I don’t know that we even would’ve met.”

“Then why—“ but he cuts you off..

“But seeing you back there…. I still don’t understand why you left, but it was clear that you had moved on.”

“Frankie, please listen to me…. “ he doesn’t say anything but he takes a few moments before he nods telling you to go ahead. His arms are crossed over his chest and his eyes give away his hurt even though you can tell he’s doing his best to keep himself in check.

“Ok, I’m just going to come out with everything and we can go from there, ok? I’m not going to try to make excuses for myself. I know some of the things I’ve done are less than stellar and in hindsight I do sometimes wish I had made better choices. I try not to regret anything, rather just learn from my mistakes and move on.

Before I met you, the last few years prior had been a bit of a rebellious time of self discovery. I, um… ugh ok…..”

You take a deep breath. Just get it out, consequences be damned.

“I came from a small town, but had been moved around throughout my childhood. My parents were together, but their relationship was toxic. They were so codependent and obsessed with each other that I was pushed to the side. They were teenagers when they had me. They weren’t ever married, but claimed to be. Nevermind the drugs, but neither one could hold a steady job. So we lived with other people. Jumping from home to home based on who was willing to take us in at the time. I spent the majority of my childhood taking care of my siblings because my parents were just too fucking lazy to do it themselves…..”

You take a deep breath to realign your thoughts. This was a rabbit hole that you could drown yourself in if you didn’t pull back.

“Why this matters is because as soon as I was of age to leave home, I fucking ran. I didn’t know where I was going, but I couldn’t take another minute with them. The biggest problem was that I didn’t exactly have many life skills to utilize out there on my own. I became dependent on other people also. I would crash at different friends’ houses, acquaintances really. But I never stayed in one place for very long. It’s like it was hardwired into my brain to never get comfortable enough to stay. Along the way, I met people who showed me how I could make decent money without having to work a day job. Something I could do at my own pace and anywhere I wanted. It also allowed me to try on different identities as I didn’t even know who the hell I was then..”

You realize you’ve been talking for quite a while and Frankie hasn’t said a word. He’s listening though. His eyes are on you, although he’s shifted back into the chair he was tied to. You continue when he still doesn’t say anything. Just letting you tell your story and you appreciate his willingness to do so when you never afforded him the same courtesy. You brush off the thought and carry on.

“I was nervous at first as I had obviously never done anything like that before, but I enjoyed it way more than I thought I would. The money was way more than I ever imagined, and for only a few hours a night? I could do anything I wanted to. The dream, right? I felt free, no one telling me what to do, I was responsible for myself and that’s it. I would move on after so long, once I felt the itch to run again, but I would just go wherever, sometimes with friends, sometimes on my own, but I never really cared where I ended up. I had no intention of staying anywhere in particular. I had been forced to go here and there and back again by my parents so many times that I needed that control. I’d stay where I felt like staying and then I’d leave.

I ended up in the City, and that’s where things took a different turn. One I hadn’t anticipated. The club I was working for had additional “services” available to clients that I wasn’t aware of originally. I had only been there a few weeks before one of my bosses asked when I would be ready to add those services to my resume.”

Frankie wasn’t a fool. He knew what you were talking about. You looked down as you said it because you didn’t want to see the look on his face. You hadn’t ever regretted how you did things, but you don’t think you could handle seeing him look at you with the disgust so often associated with those who chose to work in that profession. So you continue while looking down at the scratchy carpet. Avoiding his gaze until you could finish your story.

“I’d never done anything like it before, but the other girls were encouraging and said the money was well worth it. It wasn’t a brothel, I got the choice of who and when, so I was willing to try it. Just another act of rebellion I guess….” You take in a shaky breath— Why is this so hard? Just spit it out. Everyone has a past. Frankie deserves to know yours.

You're quiet while you try to give yourself a pep talk and Frankie notices your hesitation, “You ok?”

You nod and power through.

“So, remember when I asked you ‘what if the parts you don’t know make you hate me?’” Frankie nods… “Well here it is. I’m not proud of it, but I refuse to be ashamed of it. It’s something I did to get by and —“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me…. I’m not gonna judge-“ Now it was your turn to cut him off..

“Frankie.” You look up to his face then, this was it.

“Look at me and tell me that you’re ok with the fact that I used to sleep with men for money.” Your gaze hardens by the overflow of emotions swirling inside of you. You’ve never felt this before and you’re just trying to brace yourself for his reaction.

You can’t read his expression. He’s stoned faced. “Well? Are you?” Your voice takes on a slight edge of desperation. This part came on way too quickly and now you’re just waiting for the bubble to burst.

“Am I what?”

“Are you ok with it?” He leans forward in the chair, eyes never leaving you.

“Continue with your story Len… You’re not done telling me and I want to hear everything. Just like you asked me to.”

Well, you hadn’t expected that. How much was actually left in your story? You were an escort for about a year before you came to Florida…. Then you met Frankie only a few months after arriving.

—

Two and Half Years Ago…..(roughly)

You had met him one night at the club you were working at. His buddy had paid for a private lap dance as he had just gotten his Pilot's license and wanted to celebrate his friend with a ‘guys night out’. He was shy. It was the first thing you noticed. Most of your regulars were ballsy, asking how far they could go, telling you what to take off, how to move etc etc But Frankie was endearing to you from the beginning with his flushed cheeks and a dimple that became very prominent when he smiled.

He kept his hands to himself, so when you placed them on your hips as you were grinding your barely clothed center into his groin, his breath caught in his throat and he growled. You were used to just about everything when it came to clients; moans, grunts, even squeals from some, but this? You had never been so affected by a sound in your life. Your back was to his front and you could feel the rumble through his chest and you broke out in goosebumps from the vibration alone.

You leaned your full body weight into him and continued moving your hips, reaching behind you and running your fingers through his hair, bringing his mouth to your neck. This wasn’t part of your normal routine, but it was unconscious on your part. You were just caught up in the actions that when you felt his tongue peek out against your skin, you moaned, gripping his hair hard enough to be painful. Frankie didn’t seem to mind as he got lost in the taste of your skin, and once you moaned, he was gone. He started kissing your neck with fervor and you let him.

This was bad. These private lap dances would normally include a little hands on, but just barely. Enough to rev their engines and leave them with a smile on their face, but things were going too far and fast.. This specific club didn’t have an escort service. You had purposely chosen one without it when you decided to come here. You enjoyed stripping, the feeling of greedy eyes upon you was exhilarating, and you wanted to let yourself have that freedom without the extra weight that came along with being an escort. You never had any horrible experiences, but the lifestyle just wasn’t YOU so you took your time in the profession for what it was and you moved on.

“Baby, you gotta stop doing that,” you say with a sly smirk. You’re trying not to ruin the atmosphere, but you can’t let this go any further….

“Fuck, sorry, I’m sorry.” He pulls back from your neck, hands still on your hips. He sounds wrecked and when you look over, his eyes are closed.

“That’s ok, your buddy only paid for the dance…..” you say it with a sultry voice, still grinding on top of him.

His eyes open at that, “Oh shit, are you uh, —I wasn’t trying to…. I just got caught up in it. God, I’m sorry….”

“No, no this is as far as it goes for me, don’t worry. But I figured I’d let you know before it got out of hand.”

He looks beyond embarrassed, but you still want to make this good for him. You turn in his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, “let me take care of you baby.”

He nods and practically melts into the chair. You pull off of him and walk around behind him, your hands find his shoulders and you give a firm squeeze. His tense muscles are stiff under your fingers, so you dig in a little deeper until you hear him groan in relief. Your hands run up his neck, into his hair and back down and then move to his chest, feeling his breathing hitch at the contact.

You’re not sure what comes over you then, but you lean into his neck and lay a kiss in the same place he had kissed you. This was also not part of your routine. Kissing is like, rule number fucking one of things NOT to do and yet, that unconscious pull has your own tongue licking a stripe up the side of his neck. He tastes like sun-drenched skin mixed with sweat along with a hint of his woodsy cologne… your mouth is actually watering.

“Fuck…. I thought we couldn’t do this sweetheart?” He sounds confused, but makes no move to stop you.

His words bring you back to earth and you know you have to stop this now. You’re not sure what the hell has gotten into you, or what it is about him in general, but you were about to take it too far so you stop yourself and back away from the chair.

“Sorry, I um, this isn’t normally part of the show.” You seem slightly panicked, but recover quickly.

“I guess we’ll just call it a freebie to top off your special night. Couldn’t let you beat me at my own game now could I?”

“Yeah, again, I’m sorry about that. I really don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s ok, you’re very good with your mouth I must say.” You were hoping to ease the tension, but the words that spill from you just make it so much worse. As soon as they leave your mouth, you instantly think about what else he could do with his own. Fuck.

He’s standing up now, looking shy as hell again, and you just want to go wrap him up in a hug. Before you throw all caution to the wind, you decide to walk him out instead, running your fingertips across his broad shoulders as you show him to the exit to the hallway where he can meet back up with his group of friends. You blow him your signature kiss, and see his cheeks flush again before he turns to leave.

That night was the first time you let a client’s name fall from your lips, with your hand between your legs and the feeling of his mouth on your neck replaying over and over again. Your orgasm making your toes curl as you thrash under your sheets and bite into your pillow to dampen the sound of your cries. Holy shit….

—

Back to present……

“Ok then,” You take a deep breath and continue.

“I um, I spent about a year or so doing what I normally did while also working as an escort. It was good money like I said and I had a lot of input as to what was allowed etc. I was getting by just fine, but then that same urge to leave had me looking for a new place. That’s when I moved here. I had decided then also that I wasn’t interested in doing it any more. So I just found something else where it would no longer be an issue and just made my way like usual.

And then I met you.”

“And then you met me. What happened next?”

“Well, after we first met, I noticed you. You uh, you came to the club a lot after that. You never approached me though, but I could see you. You were there for every new set, and you’d leave as soon as I was done. Sometimes I would add things… just for you when I knew you were watching. I actually tried to meet up with you when my set was the last one of the night, but you were already gone. I should’ve asked you before, but why was that?”

Now it’s his turn to look guilty…

“Um. I didn’t know you saw me there. I just… I couldn’t get you out of my head after that night. I didn’t know what to do, so I did the only thing I knew wouldn’t get me thrown out, or slapped across the face….” He gives a chuckle, “and just came to see your show.”

“You could’ve approached me. It’s not necessarily against the rules.”

He seems almost agitated, his words surprising you.

“I didn’t want to scare you. I’m sure you deal with a lot of creeps who think they’re in love with you because you make their dick hard….. I wasn’t in love with you, at least not…..” He stops himself. “I just… wanted to see you.”

“So what made you decide to send Santi in to talk to me then? Hmm?”

Shit. He had forgotten about that.

—

Two and a Half Years Ago….

After a few weeks of acting like a stalker and showing up to the club just to watch you and leave, he couldn’t stand it any more and asked if Santi would help him try to approach you. Santi went in by himself one night and caught you after one of your sets. You had remembered him from before when he was with Frankie. You hoped Frankie would be with him, but were just as surprised when he brought him up to you. He asked if you were seeing any one and if you would be willing or if it was allowed for you to have drinks with his friend; the one who “hadn’t shut up about you since that night.”

You were eager to see him again so you accepted. You weren’t sure how it would go, but you also hadn’t stopped thinking about him since that night either.

***

When you finally got to meet up with him, that pull was instantly there again, drawing you to him and you knew you were in trouble.

How much though, you never could’ve expected. You’d had flings over time of course. Then your time as an escort made up for what you lacked in a normal sex life, but you had never been in a real relationship before. You had never felt the need to. You and your partners were on the same page always…. You would have your fun and part ways.

This was the first time you were actually kind of hoping for more with someone. Normally, you would just meet someone to spend a few sweat soaked days enjoying yourself with. No strings whatsoever. You didn’t want a boyfriend per say, you didn’t want to settle down, you didn’t want attachments, but you wanted Frankie and you were excited to see where it led you despite the prickling feeling of unease when it came to meeting someone new.

That first night, after drinks, Frankie was an absolute gentleman. He offered to take you to the place you were staying, but you mentioned that you weren’t ready to go home yet. So he offered to take you to his place for another drink. He was still so shy, even in his own space. He wasn’t sure where the night was headed and you could tell he didn’t want to make any assumptions.

He told you to make yourself comfortable while he made you both a drink, so you sat down on the couch and waited patiently until he joined you.

You and Frankie talked for what seemed like hours… talked about his job, about being a pilot and what that was like. You talked about the different places you’ve lived and different things you had gotten to see. He would ask you silly questions, things that you would ask someone you truly wanted to get to know. Not someone you were just looking to hook up with.

You answered honestly and asked some silly questions of your own, like “how long have you lived in this town?,” or “what are your thoughts for the future?” You don’t know why you ask him that. Your own future you rarely thought about much further than the next week… But, as had been the normal when it came to Frankie, you felt different with him. You ignored the flare of worry that accompanied those feelings. The little voice in your head telling you that this wasn’t you. This wasn’t what you did…

You ignored it because you were invested, but you couldn’t give that a conscious thought. All you knew was that you weren’t ready to go home yet. So you kept going.

Before long, you both had slowly gravitated closer to each other on the couch. His arm resting across the back while his torso faced you. You were sitting in a similar way, but with both legs underneath you, leaning against the cushions.

His hand came down while he spoke, almost like he didn’t realize he was moving. He gets so animated when he talks sometimes, he would use his hands to emphasize something. This time, his hand landed on your knee, and he clocked it instantly, however he didn’t pull away. He looked up to you, silently asking if it was ok. You put your hand over his and nudged it higher on your thigh. Your intent was crystal clear. This whole time, you couldn’t look at him without imagining how his lips and facial hair had felt against your skin. The alcohol continued buzzing in your system, making you feel bold, so the moment you felt him touch you in any way, all bets were off.

Once his hand reached your waist, you couldn’t help it anymore but to lean forward and finally, finally feel his lips on yours.

Frankie immediately squeezed your hip and returned your kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth, tasting you, his free hand coming up to your face and cupping your cheek. Holding you to him as he lost himself in you.

He may have been holding you, but you needed to be closer to him, now. You continue to push forward until he practically falls back on the couch, head just shy of the armrest. He never breaks your kiss as you climb on top of him, straddling his waist. The hand on your cheek moves down to join the other one on your hips, slowly moving down until you feel him grasp a handful of your ass. He moans into your mouth and you swallow it down.

“Fucking Christ— You... Are so fucking Beautiful.” He utters between kisses. His breathing picks up significantly and you can feel the outline of his cock in his jeans beneath you.

You grind down, and he grunts out a breath, “fuck baby, don’t… don’t start something you can’t… can’t finish….”

“What, you think I can’t finish you Francisco?”

“Jesus, baby, you’re gonna fucking kill me, you keep talkin like that.”

“Well let me just occupy my mouth with something else then.” And with that you move down his torso, evading his wandering hands that try to keep you in place. You’ve been dying to see his cock, the impressive outline in his jeans has had your mouth watering since you felt him get hard beneath you.

“Holy shit… Fucking dirty girl, huh?” You’re used to being called all sorts of things, but in this moment, the surprise in his tone when he calls you that has your core throbbing.

You get to the waistband of his jeans and you start undoing his belt buckle. You slowly work your fingers around the leather, pulling it free. Frankie’s stomach jumps with every brush of your skin against his. You can’t help it but to lean forward and run your nose through the trail of hair that leads from the bottom of his navel down below his jeans. As you pop the button free and start on the zipper, you keep your face level with his stomach, nuzzling into each bit of newly exposed skin as you undo his fly.

“Fuck, pretty girl, look at me.” Frankie sounds desperate… you make eye contact with him, but you don’t stop your hands as they work to free him from the confines of his jeans. You reach a hand inside, under his boxers, feeling his cock for the first time as his expression goes from desperate to almost feral. You hold his gaze as you slowly pull him free, you hand grasping him tightly, your fingers not quite able to meet around his girth.

Fuck he’s big. You think to yourself and you actually lick your lips in anticipation of feeling him on your tongue. Frankie’s pupils are blown wide with desire and you waste no time as you guide his cock into your waiting mouth. His mouth opens as soon as his tip makes contact with your tongue and he is watching you with total fascination.

You sink down on him, enveloping as much of his cock as you can into your mouth. Your hand holds firm to the remainder that won’t fit. You come back up and lav your tongue up the underside of his cock and rest it, just underneath his tip. A spot that you find is the most sensitive, so much so that you’ve actually been able to make a guy come just from attention to that spot alone. But Frankie’s cock is like no other that you’ve ever seen. He's big, and long, but not obnoxiously so. The skin is golden brown, with his hair neatly trimmed. And he tastes phenomenal. He smells the same as he did when you first met and you feel saliva pool under your tongue as well as your slick leak into your already soaked panties.

“Pretty girl, God you’re so fucking pretty.. put it back in. I wanna see my cock in your mouth..” You do as he says and he throws his head back once you take him all the way down, opening your throat for him this time as your nose reaches his curls and he cries out, “fuck, fuck fuck……..”

He snaps his head back to you, his jaw clenching as he takes short quick breaths in and out of his nose, trying to keep himself from coming down your throat before he’s ready.

You begin to bob your head up and down, and your hand takes its place at his base. You keep the pressure along his entire cock with your hands as you swirl your tongue around his tip and gently tongue his slit making him buck his hips up and utter curse after curse as he desperately tries to drag it out.

“Fuck, stop stop….” You quickly pull off of him, worried you did something wrong..

“You ok????” Your lips are spit slick and swollen and he pushes up to kiss you, while urging you onto your back on the opposite side of the couch. Your hands are still on his cock, but you pull them away as soon as his own hand finds you clit over your jeans…. The material is completely soaked through as he rubs you. His fingers moving up and down, your jeans so tight he can practically feel your lips parting beneath. He moves his hand up to start undoing the button on your jeans.. “Gotta put my mouth on you beautiful.” And just as quickly as he started, he stops to pull your pants and underwear down just enough for your pussy to peek out and he immediately brings his face down to taste you.

“Oh fuck!” His tongue urges your lips apart as his hands continue pulling your jeans down your legs. Exposing more of you to him and as soon as you’re free of the offending pieces of clothing, he’s on you. He throws them across the room, landing with a thud who knows where and he parts your legs, making room for his broad shoulders between them. He runs his palms up and down the inside of your thighs, lightly tracing over your pussy with one hand, he leans down and licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, before burying his face completely in your folds….

“Fuck Frankie!” His facial hair tickles your sensitive skin, but you can’t think past the feeling of his tongue lapping up your slick as his nose bumps your clit in time with his movements.

Your taste has him drunk, and he growls his praise directly into your pussy… “Goddamn, so gorgeous. Letting me taste your pretty pussy….. Fuck! So sweet…... You’re so fucking sweet…. Taste yourself beautiful…” Frankie leans up to your face and you open your mouth.. He brings his lips to yours, but doesn’t close the gap completely. Instead, he lightly drips your essence from his tongue to yours, then closes his mouth, kissing you hard as you swallow what he gave you. He goes back down and laps at you again, suckling your clit between his lips as he takes two fingers and gently pushes them into your throbbing cunt… as soon as he enters you, the moan you let out is obscene… “Yes, fuck. Tell me beautiful. You need me to fuck this pussy huh?”

“Yes, Frankie, fuck… yes!” He starts thrusting his fingers in and out, his other hand pushing down on the top of your mound and his thumb swipes at your clit while he finds the perfect rhythm with his fingers… He feels it the moment he finds your squishy little center and he grinds his fingertips into it as he draws a pool of saliva and spits on your clit, licking it up before taking it between his teeth. You could almost cry with how good it feels… You can tell your orgasm is fast approaching and you grind your pussy against his face. He doesn’t let up, instead he goes that much harder as he feels your walls begin to clamp down on his fingers.. “God yes, come for me baby…. Then I’ll fuck you ok?”

You’re so far gone, you just nod as your vision goes white and you come on a strangled cry… you were trying not to be too loud, but it's all forgotten as Frankie fucks you through your orgasm while firmly sucking on your clit, not letting up until you lightly push his head away when you become too sensitive.

Frankie surges up to meet your lips, his face thoroughly soaked in your slick, but you don’t care. You want his tongue in your mouth when he enters you for the first time… only problem is his jeans are still in the way, but you reach down and start helping him pull them down. He’s not graceful, but he gets them off in a hurry and returns between your legs…

You run your hands down his sides to the hem of his shirt, lifting it before he takes over and pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. He’s Fucking beautiful. He’s all golden skin, with some scars and a small soft tummy.

He wedges between your legs again and this time, he looks into your eyes as he asks “you ready?”

You nod your head up and down before logic rings true and you remember something. “Wait, wait, do you have a condom?”

“Fuck…. Uh, I wasn’t exactly planning this pretty girl… I don’t…shit…”

“It’s ok, um, I’m clean…. And I have an implant so we’re good if you just want to… “

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure…”

“Fuck, ok….” Frankie closes his eyes as he reaches down to line himself up, giving himself a few firm tugs to get himself back up after the sudden panic about the condom subsided.

He opens his eyes and meets yours. Never breaking eye contact as he pushes forward, his cock slowly filling up your aching cunt until his pelvis is flush with yours.

“Oh God, oh fuck!”

“I know, I’ll go slow….”

“No, no fuck, Frankie, I need you to move….”

“Yeah?” He gives a sharp thrust and you cry out. He’s hitting the exact spot he had with his fingers and you brace yourself for what you know is going to be the best sex of your life if his first thrust is any indication of what to expect.

“Yes Frankie,” You look back to him and nod your head.. “Do it, I, I, I want it…”

“Fuck yes gorgeous.”

And that’s it.

Like an explosion going off, it’s dead silence in your head until he starts to move and then BAM! All you can think is fuck fuck fuck! As he hammers into you at a relentless pace… spouting praises and obscenities, you can’t even think straight so you just hold on while he fucks you.

He feels so fucking good… you’re holding on for dear life, but with the way he’s moving you effortlessly it’s as if you weigh nothing. He reaches behind your back and pulls your hips into him as he thrusts his cock into you over and over again. The slap slap slap of your ass on his thighs, the sweat building along every inch of skin between you, and you still haven’t even taken your shirt off yet.

I’m gonna come. You think, but you don’t want to break the bubble that surrounds you both. So you keep it to yourself as he will definitely know when you get there.

“Fuck pretty girl. You feel so Fucking good.”

“Fuck, fuck don’t stop, please God don’t stop.”

“You gonna come for me?” It’s something about the way that he says it… like he’s genuinely in awe of the fact that he was about to get you off with his cock inside you.. The man has said the most lewd things to you and is currently balls deep in your pussy, yet still self deprecating enough to wonder?

“There we go, I can fucking feel it,” his pace never lets up…. “Come on, give it to me, I want it baby. Please?”

You were gone before, but his words, his pleading, tips your right over the edge and you bite the skin of his shoulder so hard you worry that it was too much, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. You’re clenching him so tightly that he speeds up, letting the pressure of your cunt trigger his own orgasm and he comes, hard, hips stuttering against you, finding your mouth so he can kiss you while he paints your walls with his come. He continues to thrust lightly until the feeling becomes too much and he stops. Panting into your mouth as he comes down….. he doesn’t pull out of you, but just rests his head on your clothed chest, listening to your heart beat wildly as you both try to catch your breath.

After what could’ve only been minutes or even hours, you look down at him and he looks up to you at the same time. His bangs are sweaty, so you swipe them to the side. He smiles up at you and that fucking dimple makes your stomach do little flips. Even with his cock still fully sheathed within you, the effect he has on you has you blushing with a stupid looking smile on your face, but you could care less. The little voice in your head is screaming at you again, but you refuse to acknowledge it and decide to ignore its warning, leaning down to capture his lips with yours instead.

You are completely fucked.

—

Back to Present…..

“Does it really matter now?”

“No, not really.” The atmosphere seems to have shifted… you’re not really sure what to say. You realize though, that you both breezed past the point in your story where you thought Frankie would surely draw the line with you.

“For what it's worth, I’m glad you did. Do you think you ever would’ve come up to me eventually?”

He smiles to himself, then he meets your eyes…. “Honestly? Probably not. I was way too chickenshit, but I like to think that I would have. I don’t like thinking that had it not been for Santi, that uh, this,” he motions between the two of you, “wouldn’t have ever happened. His head is too goddamn big as it is. Don’t need to give him any more reason to feel like a big shot.”

“Well it can just stay between us then.”

“I guess it can.”

You’re smiling, genuinely smiling…. You could feel that easy peace you used to have with him fall back into place and you were beyond grateful.

Neither of you say anything for a few minutes, the silence beginning to get awkward as you weren’t sure how to carry on the conversation. He eventually breaks the silence.

“So.” He starts…. A beat goes by so you add to it, “so….”

“So, we meet after I sent Santi to talk to you. We both know how that went so we don’t need to recount our time together if you don’t want to… although, there’s still the question of why…. You still haven’t told me why you left. Or what you’ve been doing since then…. “

There it is. The pit in your stomach opening back up, but you asked him to listen to your story, so you owed it to him to finish.

“I told you that I think it’s hardwired in me to run, right?” Not a question, but you need to emphasize your point.

“Yes, you might have mentioned that a few times so far,” comes his snarky reply. You don’t take offense to it, you just need to make sure you’re on the same page.

“Well, normally I wouldn’t stay in one single place for more than a year at best, or that’s what my track record looks like anyway. I don’t know why that is exactly, but if I had to guess, it all goes back to my parents.” The list of things that could be attributed to the bullshit your parents put you through continues to grow and grow….

“Anyway, I just want to start by saying that it was nothing that you did ok?”

“But it doesn’t make any sense Len. You said you cared too much… what does that even mean?”

“It means that we were getting serious and that had never happened to me before. I’d had boyfriends in the past I guess, but I’d never wanted anything more than that.”

“Ok, but we weren’t doing anything different were we? We were just ‘having fun’ right?” Your words thrown back at you hurt more than you thought they would.

“Yes, we had fun Frankie. It was the future that scared me.”

“I get it, commitment and all that is scary, but what in particular made you feel like you had to leave without a Fucking word? We never even talked about it. The future? None of it. We were just… Together.”

“I know. I know. Like I said, it was nothing that you did.”

“Then please, Len, please explain it to me.” He’s getting frustrated.

“You ripped my fucking heart out….. I never would’ve pressured you into anything.”

“I know that, Frankie…”

“I had thought things at times, sure….”

That gets your attention. You don’t say a word, but let him continue.

“But we’d only been seeing each other for six months and neither of us were anywhere near ready for that. Things were GOOD. And then you just left…

“When I said that I cared too much, I meant that I DID want those things.”

“Ok….. You’re going to have to dumb it the fuck down into terms that I understand sweetheart. Because that makes not one bit of sense.”

You’re trying to figure out how to put it into words. You didn’t have a justifiable reason. It’s always just been a feeling.

As is always the case when you up and leave you just get the feeling that it’s time to go. The problem though was that this time, you hesitated. You felt for the first time like you wanted to stay put. You weren’t ready to leave. Weren’t ready to move on to the next thing. And THAT scared you. You had lived your entire adult life up until that point with literally no end goal in mind. Just taking life as it came. You figured you’d just know when you got there and allowed yourself the freedom to change your mind at a moment's notice.

But with Frankie, you had purposefully blocked out the part of you that kept your walls up and let him in. You refused to listen to your own fucked up voice of reason because you wanted to be selfish. You had always listened to it, always left when your mind decided it was time to go. But you unconsciously fought it this time… ignored it, shushed it, pretended like it wasn’t there until one day it became too much.

—

Two years ago…

It was a day where nothing crazy happened, no drama, no fighting, no scraping by…. You were just… there. In Frankie’s house, where you had been spending a lot more time as of late. That day, just like several others, he was at work and you were just hanging out. Flipping through the TV channels, just thinking about what you and Frankie might do later on.

Then the feeling hit you out of no where, like a shit ton of fucking bricks. It took your breath away, and you started hyperventilating…..

You were WITH Frankie. He was your boyfriend. You were in his house, where you had stayed with him the night before and many other nights before that. He was at work, and you were looking forward to what he might want to do later.

You didn’t do this. You didn’t tie yourself to anything. To anyone. You lived for YOU and you alone.

You felt like the walls were closing in on you. Like you were trapped suddenly. You had to get out of his house. You needed to breathe. So you grabbed your bag, threw in a few items that you could find real quick and were heading toward the door when you passed the fridge.

On it was a photo strip of pictures you and Frankie had taken in a Photo Booth when you had gone to the pier a couple of months ago. He had taken you on the giant Ferris wheel and fed you funnel cakes for the first time.

There were four different poses.. One with silly faces, one with serious faces, one with you both smiling brightly at the camera and one where you were laughing with your eyes closed, and Frankie was smiling, but he was looking at your face and not at the camera.

Your tears came unbidden now, seeing Frankie’s face, knowing what you were about to do broke your heart, but the feeling was so strong that you couldn’t contain it. You couldn’t put any coherent thoughts together, your mind just screaming at you to go go go… You couldn’t stop looking at the last picture. It was your favorite one… So instead, you took it and stuffed it in your bag and left. You would realize later on that that was why you couldn’t go back. The picture alone almost made you stay… If you saw him again in person, you wouldn’t be able to leave him.

—

You never went back. You never called, you never went and got the rest of your things. You just did what you always did, and you ran.

—

Back to Present…..

He’s still waiting on a response from you. Anything really at this point. Words. Something…. The silence was deafening.. so you try it from a different angle to see if you could figure out how to get there.

“You asked me about what I’ve been doing since leaving….”

“I also asked why you left but you haven’t been able to tell me that yet…”

“That’s true. But I don’t have an answer that makes sense. So I’m going to tell you what I’ve done since, which might help it all make sense at the end.”

He looks exhausted…. The confusion is evident on his face, but God bless him, he is trying so hard to understand, even though you don’t deserve it. You decide to just throw it all out there, now that it seems like he is at least not put off by your past…

He’s still here after all?

“After I left, I tried to go back to living the way I always had. But I was hollow. What normally fed my soul and brought me life, just didn’t really do anything for me anymore. I tried, Lord I tried. So hard, but I just couldn’t. I missed you. Frankie. I fucking missed you, and I regret now, every single day that I was gone. I wanted to go back, but my mind,” you put your fingers to your temple for emphasis, “my own mind wouldn’t let me. So dead set on never living like my parents… never giving someone that hold over me…” You wait a moment before moving on.

“I started seeing a therapist. One of the girls at the club I had been working at recommended that I go see one. From her own experience, she said it helped her learn things about herself and that she generally felt better overall. It was worth a shot at the very least. So I went. In the process, I learned a lot about myself. Am still learning a lot about myself. About my trauma as a child. About that feeling of abandonment.. About how I had forged this iron wall around myself that prevented anyone from getting in. I was in control and I wasn’t going to let myself be hurt.”

You think you see it the moment it clicks in his mind. He doesn’t say anything, but the confusion on his face is replaced with something you can’t quite recognize.

“It took me two years to come and find you. Before then, I never had the tools or the knowledge to even understand what I was going through. But I spent those two years learning. Learning about myself, about my family, my past, my feelings and what they meant. All of it. I also spent that time trying to heal wounds that I didn’t even know were there. Gaping wounds that had basically been covered with really shitty bandaids my whole life, because I didn’t know any better.

But they’re healing Frankie. I came here, because I realized, well I had always known, I just never allowed myself to believe it.”

You wait a moment. This was big. You take a deep breath and just go for it.

“I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you this entire time. I just didn't know how to let myself accept that I could.”

His jaw is hanging open slightly, his eyes betraying so many different emotions. He still hasn’t said anything. So you continue, hoping that what you were saying made sense to him.

“In short, Frankie, I spent the last two years getting help. I’ve made a lot of progress, but I still have a long way to go. Those feelings that forced me to leave, will always be there. Hardwired, remember? But I have the tools now that I can use to try and push through them.”

He speaks. Finally.

“What did you expect when you came here Len?”

“Nothing. I didn’t, I don’t have any expectations. I just had to make sure you knew. That’s why I’ve been so desperate to talk to you. But then I saw you in person and, well, I lost my composure in a manner of speaking.”

“Where are you staying?” He motions toward the room, “this your hotel?

“Yeah,” you wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t say another word. So you continue.

“Well…. That’s it. That’s the story. I don’t expect you to just forget about the way things happened. I’m also not here to ask you to blindly let me back into your life. I just…. I had to make sure that you knew. Had to make sure you understood the full truth. I came here to tell you in person because you deserved that much.”

He looks pensive… like he’s just taking it all in.

“This doesn’t have to change anything. Hell, I was halfway expecting to find out that you had settled down with someone. I tried to prepare myself for every outcome, I just needed to tell you.”

“Before this,” he clears his throat to start, having not said much in the last while. You’d been talking pretty much nonstop since the beginning.

“Like I said before, I had convinced myself that I hated you. I’ve never felt like that after a breakup before. Sure, they all hurt in their own way, but after you, I felt like I lost a part of myself. Santi is the only one who knows how deep it goes, but I haven’t um, I haven’t been with anyone… I couldn’t. I tried, though. I went on a couple dates Santi tried to set me up with… it was awful.”

“How so?” He looks up to meet your gaze.

“None of them were you.”

“Oh.” Your stomach does a little flip.

“You didn’t have to…. I don’t know Frankie. I’m sorry. I'm so sorry, I… “

“I know….”

“You don’t have to decide anything, if you don’t want to. We can just leave things the way they are and I would understand.”

“What would you want?”

“This isn’t about me… I have no right to decide anything after what I did to you.”

You hope he can feel your sincerity. You truly want whatever happens next to be his choice.

You can practically see the gears turning in his head. He was thinking. If he was anything like you, then the sheer amount of thoughts would become overwhelming. You were still learning how to tamper them down. How to breathe and refocus your attention so your mind didn’t spiral.

“Can we maybe just try to get to know each other again?” You feel tears immediately well in your eyes. You had hoped, but never expected the outcome that you so badly wanted would actually come to be. “I’d really like that Frankie.”

“Ok.” He’s smiling now. “Ok.” You nod and that stupid smile is back on your face.. You’re not sure what to do… he’s still sitting in the chair, and you’re still standing in front of him.

The awkward silence just sits between you momentarily while you both work up the courage to do or say something else, until a loud banging on the door makes you both jump.

“Hey guys, it’s been hours! I better not be getting charged extra for this!”

“Fuck off Pendejo!!!” Frankie yells back.

“You guys kiss and make up yet?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah….” He looks over to you, then back to the door. “I think we did.”

“Hoooooooo you dog!!! I’m just gonna leave you to it then!” And with that Santi leaves…. The man was frustratingly annoying at times, but you have to admit that without his interference on three separate occasions, you wouldn’t be here with Frankie now.

You look at each other, and you walk over to him. He stands and meets you halfway…. When you reach him, he grabs your hands, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. His palms are warm and you lean your forehead on his chest. He drops your hands as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug that makes warmth spread throughout your chest and down to your fingertips.

It feels right.

For the first time in your life, it feels like home.

—

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[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 5/23/2023

six sentences or less bc that's the kind of week it is

listening

straighten up and fly right from the nat king cole songbook, covered by sammy davis junior. i have a lot of fondness for the nat king cole songbook bc my grandmother had a lot of fondness for it, and this one was very comfortably in our (contralto) ranges. really burrowing into the comforting familiar as we enter the Cross Country Move Hellzone (tm). spotify

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reading

lot of documentation for work bc i am trying to build a google sheet + calendar for our grants and reports such that when someone adds OR EDITS a row in the grant/report tracker it creates a new google calendar event OR UPDATES existing events. i may have to give up on that second half.

in non-work stuff, it is hysterical how many hackers brian krebs (infosec reporter/journalist/researcher) is able to interview. like when this guy was asked "yo is this your code targeting a specific mastodon server with a crypto scam" the response was

Clicking the “open chat in Telegram” button on Zipper’s Lolzteam profile page launched a Telegram instant message chat window where the user Quotpw responded almost immediately. Asked if they were aware their domain was being used to manage a spam botnet that was pelting Mastodon instances with crypto scam spam, Quotpw confirmed the spam was powered by their software.

“It was made for a limited circle of people,” Quotpw said, noting that they recently released the bot software as open source on GitHub.

we live in the stupidest possible cyberpunk future.

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watching

i don't know jack about shit about cars and i don't know what the fuck jennings motorsports on youtube is talking about 80% of the time but a friendly guy with a calm voice talking through how he's going to get some cars in the worst shape you've ever seen up and running again? yes good thanks, i've blown through his entire backlog in the last week in my second monitor while i've cleaned data. this man is essentially rebuilding this rare limited edition shiny holographic car from half a frame and a panel LOOK how fucked this thing is.

love the Will It Run? videos bc the answer is almost always yes AND SOMETIMES HE EVEN DRIVES THEM DOWN HIS DRIVEWAY AND BACK even if the cars are barely holding themselves together. the horse souls in these machines can be coaxed back into resurrection with the proper burnt offerings and application of liquefied dinosaur

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playing

the charm of Powerwash Simulator is somewhat dampened by its extremely buggy achievements bc i KNOW i could get all 40 so fuckin easy if they just WORKED. i didn't get the "main campaign completed!" achievement despite spending nearly forty hours 100%ing every job, so i think the rarity of the achievements is somewhat inaccurate, bc it's more like, did you happen to play through that level at a time when the achievement was working? despite all that, it has been incredibly effective at damping generalized moving anxiety and it's a tremendous catch-up-on-podcasts game. it's hysterical to me this was published by square enix bc this style of simulator game is usually published by Playway or a Playway company, a shadowy network of about a hundred small polish studios, many of which went public and had IPOs in order to hand over a controlling interest of the company to Playway. long history of annoying business practices such as remaking more popular games with the serial numbers filed off and making demos to gauge interest and THEN only making about one full game for every twenty demos, which is very irritating for players. not this one tho, it's in fucking brighton in the uk, no relation!

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making

this is going to be cleaning and move prep for the next six weeks. i deep cleaned (even mopped!) my kitchen and bathroom last weekend bc it uh. really needed it, and that's the most exciting thing i did. no progress on cleaning the flip clock radio bc i do not currently have the patience to sit down with qtips and get in all the little grooves.

[middleagedbeautyqueen]

Time to Burst that Bubble...

So, maybe I've always been a little vain. Ok, there is no "maybe" about it. I have always been a little vain -- at least since I was a teenager. I remember being 14 and telling my mother, "if you got it, flaunt it" (I mean really, what 14 year old even says that -- especially to their conservative, Catholic, Italian Mother?). At 14 I already had the tight "bubblegum" jeans, the big hair (what do you expect, it was the 80's) the long thick eyelashes (made thicker with mascara just as they are today) and a body that loved bikini season. I would spend hours (and I mean hours) in front of my sister's full length mirror turning this way and that, tilting my head to the side, and squinting my eyes to see if, in fact, I did look like the next "it" girl or even better, the next Lita Ford (minus the blond, of course).

Yes. I was that girl. You know the one, the girl who lay on her bed bed desperately trying to zip up her best friend's jeans on herself even though they were 2 sizes too small -- isn't that why wire coat-hangers were invented? So one of you (the bff) could pull at the zipper with the hanger while the other held the fabric in place and prayed to God it didn't rip? I refused to let a little thing like size stop me, dammit! I was going to wear them and the tighter the better! Who cares that my mother said I looked like a street-walker and I was going to cut off my circulation and never be able to have babies. What did she know? She only wore jogging pants.

Today, if I wear jeans that are even the right size, I feel like I can't breathe and my insides are being squished and begging for oxygen (maybe my mother did have a point). If my shirt is long enough I can undo the top button (and oh how I miss those easy-to-find jeans of the past with the ol' button fly) but if not, then tights it is -- you can really dress them up with the right pair of boots. Try it.

Some years ago, I discovered "stretchy jeans" --not the itty bitty bubblegum kind of yesteryear (thankfully because really, who wants to see a middle-aged woman wearing those things anyhow? No thanks, not me.) These new jeans, these liberating ones, are part spandex, part lycra and still have that casual look of the I'm-not-trying-too-hard-to-impress-but-really-I-am Levi's of long ago. You know the ones I'm talking about -- the kind of jeans that stretch and grow with you, not against you. These that hold no grudges. These that do not judge, do not threaten to make you baron or cut off your circulation. These jeans that are a friend. My friend. They do not make you feel bad or shame you. They encourage you, their lycra cheering you on like a teenager at a pep rally:

"You can do it!"

"You got this!"

"We believe in you!"

And when these jeans are done up -- no coat hanger used and no body parts hurt or maimed during the process --they look good. Maybe not as good as those bubblegum jeans or my faded Levi's of 1988, but they look good. And in reality, this is where I am at in life. Where we are at. Better than the "mom jeans" of yesterday and slightly less that the jeans-with-a-coat-hanger masquerade.

It seems that high-waisted are the fashion (at the moment) so I don't have to worry much about muffin tops or ass-cracks. I'm ok with that. Low rise gives way to high rise and I consider that with it, along with Weezie Jefferson, we are "movin' on up" the waist, the waist size, and that ugly age number that goes right along with it.

We could give in and continue to undo our top buttons to impress (who, I'm not sure) or we could meet half way somewhere between those of the "bubble gum" and those of "the mom". But giving in is not our style. We fight. We are stubborn. And besides, wire coat hangers are a thing of the past and plastic would never do the job justice. Take it from me. I have already tried.

[rentheartx]

Of--of course~ [A small stammer rightfully done by someone having their throat and neck mauled by kisses and nibbles. There was makeup to one part of his throat that Miles only ran into after his persistent wandering attention there, a dark inky bruise was beneath and finding it with lips or teeth eked a slightly pitiful whine of a groan from the demon. Though not discomforted so much as experiencing a mix of sensations that prompted him to do absolutely nothing. He didn't mind a bit of pain in his pleasure, obviously.

He was far lulled into a sense of relaxed security. A tentative state for a Prince, but currently stable provided nothing set off a defensive reaction.

Ash's trousers were not the kind with a zipper. It was buttons. Like an old-fashioned freak that he could be at times. One larger button and three smaller. Luckily, they were well worn and easy to undo if a little more mechanical than a zip fly. He had not bothered with unders today and that became obvious when opened fly gave way to half-trapped erection.

It was about then that he nudged Miles' head with his own to get in some of his own kisses along the corner and edge of the man's jaw.]

Smog, dear? [A casual offer. Miles didn't seem to need it, but sometimes his partners liked the buzzy drugged feeling of it in such moments.]

[ Miles knew he was, essentially, a snack, but he still liked to give back a little more--it was the polite thing to do, in his opinion!

He would grin against Ash's neck as he felt that attention at his nipple, just as playful in the sharper nibble he gave at the Prince's neck. ]

Lemme know if y'change yer mind~ [ He would continue his gentle assault on Ash's neck, lips soft and slow as they trailed across every inch of exposed skin, as Miles' hand slipped between them to work open Ash's trousers. ]

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

HIIII I LOVE UR SMUTS 😩🙏

I have a request if that's fine :))

so this request is based on a tiktok and I was wondering of u can make it into some kind of story based off the tik tok? here's the link for it!!

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRe1qs39/?k=1

btw if the link doesn't work the person's user is

"atinaasset" which is their fourth tik tok vid..

thanks :)))

hi Holy crap this tiktok got me feeling some type of wayyyyyyy. Jamie Campell Bower is just so... *chef's kiss*

Last Night You Were Dreaming

Summary: You and Peter break the rules and spend a steamy night together and in the morning, you deal with the consequences.

Warnings: Smut, Dom! Peter, choking, praise kink, a little degrading, pinv sex, straight up fucking, peter has sexy sexy sexy hands

Your work day seemed longer than usual today. Your 7-7 shift felt like a whole twenty-four hours and you weren't sure if it was from how boring your line of work was, or how turned on you were. Your boyfriend, (could you even call Peter that?), had been giving you side glances and smirks all fucking day, and your body was most definitely feeling the side effects.

You and Peter had tried to find time to blow off some steam but Brenner had called Peter in to do some extra work during the lunch break you shared so that plan went straight out the door.

Peter was also needy, he had been glancing at the clock in the Rainbow Room for the past 30 minutes and kept trying to discreetly adjust his pants. You had made eye contact several times and Peter's bright blue eyes seemed to pierce into you, sending shivers down your body which was not helping your current... situation.

The day was slowly, but surely, coming to an end and your body was about to combust. You headed to your room, so as to not raise suspicion, and waited for him to arrive. His curt knock came not only a minute later. Apparently, Peter Ballard needed you more than you thought he did.

Before you could open your door all the way, Peter is on you and his mouth crashes onto yours before you could shut it. You moan into his mouth, tangling your hands into his perfectly styled hair. He groans as you pull at it, moving his hot kisses down your jaw, your neck, your collar bones.

You pull his head back up to kiss him again and he growls into you.

"Darling I've been holding back all day. Don't try to take control from me unless you want to be severely punished." His eyes bore into yours, the chilling color making your heart pound with anticipation.

Peter's arms wrap around you, bringing you to your small bed, his pretty hands fisting at the fabric of your dress shirt.

"Take this off. Now." He says, bringing his mouth back to your neck, beginning to make a mark you will for sure have to cover up in the morning. Your fumbling hands fly to the buttons on your white shirt, trying to unbutton it while Peter begins his assault on your neck. You finally unbutton your shirt, and he is pushing it off of you, desperate to feel you. All of you.

"So pretty." You feel your body flush with heat as his hands settle on your stomach, as he plants a kiss on your waist. "So pretty." He murmurs against you. His large hands travel to your back, tugging at your zipper, all while keeping his mouth on you, sucking, biting, doing whatever he can to get his fill. God knows when you'll be able to do this again.

You manage to unzip your skirt and Peter is all but tearing the dreaded fabric off of you. He takes his body away from yours, admiring you below him, looking lovely in your white and lacy undergarments. He begins to unbutton his shirt and all you can do is watch as his beautiful body is revealed to you.

His blue eyes meet yours and he smirks. 

“Why don’t you do it for me, darling?” His long, slender fingers still on the buttons and reach out to brush his thumb over your bottom lip. Your trembling hands reach for his white shirt, unbuttoning it with shaky fingers. His expression is soft as he watches you, admiring the way you bite your lip in concentration, the flush of your cheeks, your staggering breath - all because of him. Peter was absolutely smitten with you and decided in that moment, that he would do anything to protect you. 

You push the white shirt off of his broad shoulders, revealing his toned torso to you. You could never get enough of him. Peter was absolutely beautiful. His blonde hair styled perfectly, even though it was the end of the work day, his gentle smile that you knew could turn devilish at the drop of a hat, and his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that always seemed to be watching, analyzing you. There was no other word to describe him. 

“Beautiful.” Your hand traces his jaw as you absentmindedly praise him. He grins. 

“Why thank you, my darling. What else were you thinking about?” Your cheeks heat up, realizing you had spoken your thoughts aloud. You smile. 

“Just you.” His smirk grows, his expression beginning to give you a glimpse of the devil within him. His fingers make their way up your body to the straps of your bra. 

Goosebumps erupt all over your body. His voice is low and seductive. His nimble fingers lightly pulling the fabric. 

“What about me?” Peter leans forward, his hot breath hitting your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His lips ghost over your skin. 

Your voice is unstable. “Just how beautiful you are. You are just...” Your breathing falters as he kisses right under your jaw. “... perfect.” You feel him smile against you before his kisses your neck. 

“Perfect, you say?” He pulls away, the cold air contrasting to the hot kisses that he trailed along your neck moments earlier. Your eyes flutter shut, trying to calm your breathing. His devilish smirk returns as you lock eyes with him, his blue eyes blown with lust. “My darling, I think you are the perfect one.” His thumb swipes over your bottom lip. He gently pushes you back on your small bed. He looms over you, the wicked smile prominent on his face contrasting with his gentle eyes. His hands snake down your body and the feeling makes you shudder. 

Peter chuckles. 

“Every goddamn thing about you, my love.” Peter hardly used bad language. He was looking at you with admiration all while thinking about all the ways he was about to defile you. All you could do was watch as he devoured your body with his eyes. You were his after all, his for the taking, and you would gladly take whatever Peter Ballard gave you. You both knew it. “Everything you do has me on my knees for you, darling. You consume my thoughts.” He begins to trail kisses down your body, leaving butterflies in their wake. “I want to wake up next to you, go to sleep with you by my side.” He glances up at you, his once gentle eyes crazed. Peter seems to be drunk on you. On the very thought of you. “I want to fuck you in the middle of the Rainbow Room for Brenner to see.” His smile is wide, his words shocking you. “Would you like that?” His big hands run over your thighs, thumbs brushing the insides. “For Brenner to see what really goes on in these walls?” You can’t reply, too invested in what he is going to do next. His nails dig into the soft flesh of your legs for a split second, causing you to wince. “I asked you a question, my love. I’d like you to answer it.” His fingers are soothing over the crescent marks he just made in your skin. 

“Yes Peter.” You struggle to get the simple words out, absolutely high on the way Peter is making you feel. His wide smile grows. 

“Well then, for tonight, let’s make him hear it. Shall we?” He pushes his body up so his mouth is level with yours. “If you cover up your pretty moans, I will drag you into Brenner’s office and fuck you in front of him. Understand?” His eyes flash - a challenge. You nod, certain that you are unable to get out any words, whatsoever. “Baby, use your words.” His tone is condescending yet filled with love. 

“Yes, Peter.” You manage out. 

“Good girl.” His eyes flash with pure evil, knowing exactly what his words are doing to you. 

He kisses you. The kiss is filled with fire as his long fingers brush your inner-thighs. You whimper into the kiss, the heat in your body pooling to your abdomen. Peter chuckles and repeats his ministrations, coaxing the sweetest sounds of anticipation out of you. His mouth finds your neck, leaving marks that you know are for Brenner to see in the morning. Your hands tug at the back of his head, making him groan into your neck before biting into your soft flesh. His action makes you moan out in surprise as he kisses over the reddened area, hands creeping further and further up your legs. You can hardly keep your eyes open as his hand reaches your throbbing core, fingers swiping over the dampened white lace. Your hips buck off of the bed, your moan catching in your throat due to the fact he was finally touching you. As soon as it started, it ended. Peter pulled his hand away, causing a whine to escape from your throat. 

“Asshole.” You murmur. You don’t mean for it to slip out, but it does. Peter’s head turns upward as his gaze locks onto yours, his blue eyes narrowing. 

“What did you call me, darling?” His hands return to your thighs, pushing them further apart as his nails begin to dig into your flesh again. You break eye-contact as your cheeks heat. You are certain Peter can see how needy your body is for him, his looming demeanor only making it worse. You yelp as his nails dig into your thighs once more. “I will not ask again. What.” He kisses your thigh. “Did.” And again. “You.” Again. “Call.” Again. “Me?” You glance at his form between your legs, his blonde hair in his eyes, mouth dangerously close to your core. His fingers slide under the sides of your underwear, resting on your hips as he draws lazy circles onto your skin. 

Afraid of what he’d do if you didn’t obey him, you speak up. 

“I called you an asshole.”

His fingers hook onto the sides of your panties. 

“Now why did you do that, my love?” He begins to slowly take off your underwear, looking at your bodies reaction as he does so. You shake in anticipation. 

“Because you,” your words are cut off as you feel the cold air hit your exposed heat as Peter removes the lace from your core. “You stopped.” Peter’s focus remains on removing the last two articles of clothing from your body. 

“Because I stopped doing what?” He pushes himself up to hover above you, hands sliding underneath you, undoing your bra. 

You can barely maintain focus as his hands caress your skin as he takes the last thing covering you away from your body. 

“You stopped touching me.” You are now completely naked, lying in front of him. Peter looks into your eyes again. 

You look heavenly beneath him, body flushed, eyes flooded with anticipation, marks forming on your skin from his mouth. His hands slide over your thighs once again, forcing them apart as he looks directly at your centre. Your hands fist the white sheets beneath you as your body shakes. 

Peter licks his lips, looking at the divine place between your thighs like a man starved. 

“Would you like me to continue, my dear?” 

“Oh, yes Peter, please.” His smile quirks.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He grins at you before diving into you, sucking and licking at your womanhood. 

His mouth laps at your dripping cunt, as he moans into you, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

“Oh, Peter. Oh, fuck. PETER.” Your moans are loud an uncontrolled, just like he’d wanted. His lips wrap around your clit, pulling it into his mouth. You release a sound that would be classified as inhumane as he bites it, your hips rolling onto his face. Your thighs spasm and your moans become a string of incoherent words as you near your end. 

Peter’s talented mouth dips down the slightest bit, tongue sliding into you as his hands force your hips into your bed, completely devouring you. 

Your orgasm builds as his tongue flicks your clit, crashing into you like a tidal wave. 

As you come down from your high, Peter unbuckles his black belt and pushes his white pants down. Your breathing is heavy as you watch him pull down his boxers. 

No matter how many times you saw it, you could never fully prepare yourself for his full length. He positioned himself over you, blonde hair shielding his face from yours. His rough hands on your waist as yours settle on his shoulders. 

Peter pushes into you quickly and you gasp at the sudden fullness, digging your nails into his shoulders. He looks into your eyes and grins before pulling out and slamming back into you, coaxing a moan out of you. 

Peter laughs, “there she is” and repeats his motions over and over. Your hips roll up into his and he curses. “Fuck, Y/N.” One of his hands settles on your throat, squeezing just enough for your vision to darken at the sides. “Fuck.” 

Peter is high on the feeling of you. 

“My darling you are always so tight for me. Such a good slut for me. My good girl.” His thrusts become sloppy as you focus on his words. You were his. 

“Yours. I’m yours.” You manage to mutter with his hand wrapped around your throat. Peter groans and slams into you even harder. His hand releases and you suck in a breath. 

“Such a fucking good girl.” His hands press hard into your hips, sure to leave bruises. 

“Oh my God, Peter. I’m yours. Your good girl, please say it.” His blue eyes fix on yours, still pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace. You are nearing your end and he is too. 

“Fuck. Yes. You are my good girl. Such a good girl for me. Taking me so well.” His praises go straight to your head as your second ogasm hits you. Peter thrusts into you a few more times before releasing into you. His lips are on your neck, kissing you lightly as your breathing calms. “My good girl, huh? You like that?”

Your cheeks flush. His arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to him. 

“Yes.” He kisses your cheek. 

“I wonder how much Brenner heard.” Your eyes widen. You had forgotten about Brenner and how loud you had been. 

“Shit! Peter, we are going to be in so much trouble!” His lips are on yours. 

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll take care of it.”

...

The next morning when you went to roll call, Brenner stopped you and Peter. 

“Y/N, last night, I heard some strange noises coming from your room.” You glanced quickly at Peter, who had a jackass smirk on his perfect face. “Sounded like, “Oh, Peter.” Brenner stopped right in front of you, his hand reaching up to remove the strategically placed hair away from your neck, revealing the bruises Peter had given you. Brenner sighed. “Mr. Ballard, just make sure to be quiet next time.” Brenner walked out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. Peter crept up behind you as you tried to shake off your embarrassment. 

“Told you I would take care of it, darling.” He kissed over one of his marks and turned to leave the room, leaving you alone. 

“Oh, Peter.”

OK! I’M SO SORRY I WAS MIA BUT SCHOOL STARTED AND THEN I STARTED REHEARSALS AND COLLEGE IS JUST DRAINING BUT FINALLY I WROTE SOMETHING! IT ISN’T THE GREATEST AND IT ISNT PROOF-READ BUT IT IS SOMETHING! ENJOY I GUESS. 

[fantasies2paper]

I heard the door click open from my position underneath Hitoshi's desk. According to his second he was supposed to be in meetings all day, the first of which was supposed to start in twenty minutes. I checked my watch and sat quietly, if he caught me too early my plan wouldn't work. I needed my plan to work.

Ever since he'd taken over the League of Villains he never had much time for me anymore. I was starting to feel like a neglected kitty and I was a little sick of it so I hatched up a plan to at least get a little naughty time. While he had other dangerous visitors on the other side of this desk talking about very serious and very bad things, he would be stuck in his chair trying to keep his composure while I reminded him that kitty cats needed milk.

I stopped moving when he sat down in his chair and slid forward, the wheels almost silent on the dark wood floor. I was grateful he'd had a fairly large desk so I fit comfortably without being detected. There was about 5 minutes until the start of his meeting before I began to get on my knees, using a small decorative pillow I'd brought with me as a cushion.

When I undid his belt I felt his voice pop into my mind. "Y/n, what are you doing?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I replied mentally as I popped the button on his dress pants and lifted my eyes to meet his, feeling the challenge swimming in my e/c eyes. "If you try to mind control me off of you strangers will see me and I know you don't want anyone to see my body but you."

I moved back a bit long enough for him to see the lacy f/c lingerie I'd worn just in case, nothing was left to the imagination in this thing. I watched his dark purple eyes darken before he looked up suddenly at the door that had begun to open. His fingers flexed on the arm rests when I leaned forward to pull his zipper down with my teeth.

"Y/n…" he growled in warning but I ignored him and placed my hands on his inner thighs, sliding them apart to make room for my naughty task ahead.

"You've been neglecting your kitty cat, master," I said as I pulled his thick hardening shaft out of his pants. "Kitty wants some milk and I'm tired of waiting for it."

With that thought I rolled my tongue around the tip of his cock, hearing him cough to cover up his initial reaction. I lapped at his tongue like it was my favorite kind of ice cream, sucking the precum gathering on the tip greedily. I licked his thick cock slowly from base to tip, savoring every inch and tracing every vein with my tongue.

I heard his groans and growls echoing in my mind while he tried to give nothing away physically, his short nails digging holes into his arm rest. I saw him peek at me from where he sat so I made a show of sliding his cock out of my mouth, letting my saliva slide down my tongue and onto the tip. 

I knew the second he began playing dirty. I could almost feel his fingers on my skin even though I knew he wasn't touching me at all. I sensed him raise my sensitivity slowly and my core clenched as the lingerie began to feel like it was rubbing me in all the right places.

"That's not fair, Shinsou." I whimpered softly in my mind, being very careful not to make a sound.

I slid him all the way down my throat and swallowed around me, his hand instantly flying to my hair. Breathing through my nose, I stayed in that position without moving. I could feel him squirm underneath me before I finally began bobbing my head, moving so slowly. His hips began to move imperceptibly so I placed my hands on his thighs to hold him down.

"Kitty I'm gonna cum," Shinsou's voice was strained and I loved it, speeding up my pace. "I wanna see my cum on those cute little lips."

I continued my pace with my hands, placing my drooling tongue on the underside of the tip so I could catch every last drop while he watched. The thick hot ropes coated my tongue and mouth. I had to stop myself from moaning out loud at his taste on my tongue. Shinsou never took his eyes off me, his eyes so dark they were almost black.

"Gentlemen if you'll excuse me I have a little pet I need to take care of." I heard him say, his voice emotionless and a little scary but left no room for arguments. The villains filed out of the room, the door swinging closed as the last one left. "You've been a very naughty kitty, y/n."

I crawled up his body, settling on his lap with his cock sandwiched between us. I swallowed the cum in my mouth and licked the rest from my lips, watching his eyes zero in on the motion. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me forward, licking the side of my jaw before kissing me deeply. His tongue was in my mouth before I knew it, stroking my own tongue. I rocked my hips against him before his other hand slid up to my throat, squeezing enough for me to strain to breath.

"No, y/n," he growled out, the dominance in his voice making my core clench and cry. "It's my turn, bratty kitty. I have to punish you for being such a brat and coming out of our room wearing such naughty lingerie. If someone had seen you don't you know I would've had to kill them, kitty cat. No one else can see this sexy body but me. You're mine."

He stood up and turned me around, bending me over his desk. I gripped the edge and stilled myself, waiting patiently. A loud crack resonated in the room when his hand connected with my ass. I heard him groan approvingly as he rubbed my reddening cheek.

"I want to see all of you, kitty." He growled out before he ripped the lingerie from my ass and core. The tearing sound revving up my desire as he went a little wild. "Mm so damn sexy. I'm going to taste that slutty pussy after I spank you, kitty cat. Then I'm going to fuck that sloppy little hole until your legs are shaking, understand?"

I moaned at his words, lifting my ass for him and earning a chuckle before he slapped my ass again. He slapped the back of my thighs, making me cry out when he caught my pussy. I felt him kneel down and slap my pussy directly, my hips bucked and I whimpered his name.

His mouth latched onto my dripping slit with no hesitation and I tried to spread my legs wider. His sucking noises filled my ears and a loud moan fell from my lips, earning another smack on my ass. His fingers slid my pussy easily and clamped down around them as Shinsou's teeth nibbled on my clit. He easily found my special spot and rubbed it relentlessly.

"Ahh master….yes.." I moaned loudly, a litany of begs and lewd noises fell from my lips as he teased that spot. My legs were shaking and my pussy was pulsing around his fingers before he removed himself completely from me. I whimpered pitifully, mourning the loss of his warm body.

I felt his cock nudge my entrance, my mouth opening as I panted eagerly for him. His fingers gripped my hair and pulled my head back as he bottomed out inside of me. His groan was loud and long matching my moan. He filled me up so full I thought I was going to shatter. My pussy clamped around him tightly.

"It's been too long, kitty," he ground out through gritted teeth. "So fucking tight."

He began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. I would've collapsed on the desk but he was still holding my hair, fucking me slow and deep. This position helped him slide against my g spot with every stroke. I was digging my nails into his desk as he fucked me, savoring every second of his slow tortuous rhythm.

When he began to move faster my purrs became loud moans and whimpers. His balls smacking against my swollen clit coupled with his cock stroking my g spot with every hit was going to drive me crazy. He turned up my sensitivity, letting me feel every inch of his throbbing length in absolute clarity. Every stroke was building me higher and higher and I didn't want to come down. 

His free hand held my hip before he began picking up the speed. I cried out loudly as he pounded into me, relentlessly. I could feel my white hot desire rising quickly before I began loudly mumbling his name over and over. I wasn't going to last much longer

"Cum all over your master's cock, kitty cat."

I came so hard I squirted on his cock, passing out for just a few seconds. Shinsou was still pounding into my body when I came to, using my body to make him cum. The idea of that made me clench tight around him, earning a loud growl before he exploded inside of me.

He let my hair go, leaning forward to kiss my shoulders softly.

I purred softly at his light touches before he sat back down and pulled me into his lap where I snuggled his chest. We sat that way quietly for a while, the tingles in my legs ebbing away. He kissed my forehead and chuckled.

"Was I really neglecting you that much, y/n?"

I blushed. "Okay so this was overkill but I wanted to go all in. I have to go though, right? I was told you had a lot to do today."

"Hm, you know what?" He looked at me thoughtfully before shaking his head. "No. All this stuff can wait. Today I'm just gonna spend it with you, y/n. Need to remind my kitty who her master is."

I smiled as he kissed me, sliding my fingers in his hair. If this was how my plans were going to turn out I needed to hatch up more plans. 

[winters-lust]

Winter tried to analyze each of his words, looking for the lie, the clue to some nefarious plan, but after a long night of spell work and terror and their fight just before this... she was tired, too tired to try and anticipate some kind of attack.

As he kissed her jaw she let her eyes slip shut. Though his hands and lips and body were so cold, she felt as if she were beginning to melt. She was weary with dread and this small, brief relief, be it blessing or trap, was too tempting to resist. She heard more than saw his jacket fall to the floor and opened her eyes to see his waistcoat follow.

His words were a siren's song. Oh how she longed to trust someone, to find a single safe harbor to rest in. She slowly closed the distance between them, looking more like a bunny ready to bolt in the other direction at the first sign of danger. A gentle hand lifted to the collar of his shirt. Feeling the cold she gently traced down the front to the edge of his beltless pants. Her own skin must have felt like fire compared to his temperature, or was he frozen so solid he was numb to it all?

This was such unfamiliar territory. She hadn't flirted with him all night, she hadn't made seductive promises and innuendo. She wasn't hiding safely behind walls of lust and pleasure as she usually did. She'd shown her shaking and ugly self to him and now he was making his intentions for the evening clear. She was too tired to pick her walls back up, to plaster on a devilish smile and use some sensational line. Instead, she kept her eyes on Jody's and softly undid the button on his dress pants. The last time they'd had sex she'd had the confidence and sway of a woman well versed in the sensual arts. Now, she felt more like the fumbling virgin as she dragged down the zipper of his fly.

"Are you sure?" she asked, unable to fathom his desire while she'd been so bare, so afraid and so frantic.

“Because I’m being honest with you… and I want you to be honest with me.” Jody said quietly, gently. There was still an edge to his voice he didn’t have when he looked more human, but there wasn’t deceit there. He did want her to be honest. He did want better things for her. She was so powerful and she was wasting herself on being tormented by thoughts of betrayal and deception.

He kissed at her jaw, his hands moving against her hair and then down her back. He’d taken the mask off at some point, in one of her defensive replies, giving her his full attention. He now removed his jacket, tossing it aside on the floor of the bedroom, his blackened fingers moving to his waistcoat, taking a step back from her to make his intentions pretty clear. He was planning on staying for the night. It wouldn’t be the first time they had sex, but things were very different between them now.

“I think that’s all anyone wants, isn’t it? Trust? Understanding?” He dropped the waist coat on the jacket. He wasn’t wearing a belt, he normally didn’t, usually wearing jeans. But even with his dress pants he wasn’t, making getting undressed further even easier.

[anonymousfiction211]

You’re mine

Summary: You and Loki are in a relationship. Loki is quite jelous of Steve. When Steve helps you on a mission, Loki decides you need to be reminded to who you belong.

Word count: 1.979 words

Warnings: Dubious consent

A/N: A little bit shorter than usual. Didn’t have a lot of time this week. Hope you’ll still enjoy it :)

The explosion was unexpected. Rubble was starting to come down, the building next to you was hit. Looking up, you saw the rubble coming at down at high-speed. You were going to get hit. Your movement froze and the only thing you did was staring at the rocks, getting bigger, getting closer. Suddenly a large figure grabbed your waist and pushed you down. It took you a moment to realize it was Steve. He was holding you tightly, his shield protecting the both of you against the falling rocks. He got up and helped you to your feet. “Try to stay sharp! We’re almost done.” he said to you before he ran off.

You looked around for any civilians. There were non left behind. The only person you saw was Loki. He was staring at you from the other side of the street. He looked mad. You started to walk towards him, but he disappeared. You shrugged it off. After a last check to be sure that there weren’t any civilians left, you walked towards the rest of the group. Steve, Thor and Tony were standing in the middle of the road. Building rocks were scattered all around this part of the city, cars were smashed and you could see bullet holes in the structures. Walking towards the group you asked if there was anything you could do. They dismissed you and you walked back to the chopper.

Loki was already there, sitting in one of the seats. When you walked inside the chopper he immediately got up. “Are you hurt?” he asked you. He had a worried look on his face. “I’m fine” you said, “Just some scrapes and bruises, nothing to worry about. You?” He looked you up and down, but didn’t answer your question. His facial expression changed from worried to angry. Here we go.. you thought. “How can you be so stupid? You could have DIED!” he started to yell. “I don’t know what happened, I realized too late what was happening. But I’m fine! Steve was there, everything turned out okay.” you told him in a calm voice, hoping he would also calm down. It didn’t work.

Loki glared at you. “Sure, the super-hero soldier to the rescue. How lucky indeed.” he spat. It wasn’t a secret that Loki was possessive of things, he thought belonged to him. You were one of those things. Since Steve was everything Loki wasn’t, your typical good-guy who always does the right things, Loki was scared of losing you to him. Steve was a bit flirty toward you, which didn’t help at all. Before the fight could escalate further, Steve and Tony walked inside. Loki rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. You took the seat next to him. “Thor is flying himself back. Oh and (y/n) next time you need a hug, you can just ask. No need to put yourself in danger.” Steve said to you. He winked at you and walked with Tony toward the pilot seats. You could feel the anger radiation off of Loki. “You are not going on any more missions with HIM” Loki hissed at you. “Loki, I’m not interested in him. You are being unreasonable, besides we have no say in which mission we go on.” you whispered back.

“I think you forgot who you belong to” he growled back. “Buckle up guys, the weather will be bad. This will be a bumpy ride home. We should be there in half an hour.” Tony told everybody. He and Steve were chatting, but you were too far away to hear what they were saying. Thankfully, because that meant that they couldn’t hear you and Loki either. Loki grabbed you and pulled you on his lap. “Well..” he growled. He really is in a mood you thought. “Loki, can we not do this here? We’ll talk when we get home, okay?” you told him. He gave you a glare, but didn’t reply. The chopper took off and you hold on to Loki, so you wouldn’t fall of. When the chopper was steady again you got off his lap, intending on taking the seat next to him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you back in “You’re not going anywhere” he told you.

You wanted to respond, but suddenly you felt his lips on your neck. You held back a gasp. You tried to wiggle free, but Loki was much stronger than you. He put a hand on your thigh and started to stroke on the inside. You knew where this was going. “Loki, NOT HERE” you hissed at him. He chuckled against you neck “I do what I want.” He kissed his way upwards and nibbled on your earlobe. You felt yourself become aroused, but couldn’t relax because you were fully aware of Steve and Tony in the pilot seats. You tried to push Loki’s hand from you thigh. He grabbed your wrist “Here is what is going to happen. I’m going to fuck you right here, right now. And you are going to let me” he whispered in a husky voice. The sound of his voice was erotic and you shivered at the thought of Loki taking you right here, right now.

His hand travelled towards your pants and he undid the button and zipper. Not knowing how to react you sat very still on his lap. He slid his hand in your pants, exploring the fabric of your underwear. You tried to move away, but he pulled you further into his lap. Your back was now towards him. He grabbed both your wrists with one hand and pulled you flushed against him. His other hand was lightly stroking your clit through your fabric. You felt your panties become wetter. Loki was kissing and biting your neck. “Good girl” he purred. Your whole body shivered at his words. He was teasing you, licking your earlobe and lightly stroking you. Occasionally he put his fingers underneath the band of your underwear. When he heard your breath hitch he removed it and went back to stroking your clit through the fabric.

“You two still okay back there?” Steve asked you. You panicked and prayed he didn’t turn around. “Yeah, fine” you said, your voice more squeaky than before. That was Loki’s cue to slide your underwear away and put his finger inside of you. “Okay, were about half way.” Steve said. “We are not done for a very long time” Loki purred in your ear. He pushed another finger inside of you. You couldn’t help but starting to move your hips up and down. “That’s right. Fuck yourself with my fingers” he whispered to you. His commanding voice aroused you even more. You didn’t care anymore if anyone turned around, right now you needed to come. You needed to come badly. You rocked your hips faster, hearing the wet sounds of his fingers inside of you. You started to pant heavily. “You sure you’re doing fine kiddo?” Tony asked you. You started to panic, but didn’t stop riding Loki’s fingers. “She’s fine” Loki said back, his voice leaving no room to argue. You were about to come, when Loki pulled away his fingers. You whimpered at the empty feeling inside of you. “You come, when I tell you to come” he hissed at you. “Shall we see if we can make them turn around?” he purred. Your whole body tensed up. A green shimmer covered you and suddenly your clothes were gone. You wanted to gasp but Loki covered your mouth with his hand. “Now try to remain silent, because I’m not stopping for anyone” he whispered in your ear. He had freed his hardened cock and you could feel it nudge at your entrance. You felt helpless and noticed that you liked that feeling.

He slowly slid inside of you. The feeling was incredible and you fought to hold back your moaning. Loki started to roll his hips, hitting your G-spot. He slowly repeated the action, getting you worked up. It wasn’t fast enough to make you come, but it kept you right on the edge. Wanting more friction you started to move your hips with him. He grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him. His teeth were in your neck, biting hard. You flexed every muscle to keep yourself from making any sound. Loki started to lick your neck and chuckle. “If he saw you now, he surely knows who you belong to.” He put his hand on your clit, starting to make circles. At that time the plane was shaking. “Hold on some turbulence” Steve said. Loki snaked his other hand around you and pinched your hardened nipple. “Come now” he growled putting more pressure on your clit. He rolled his hips in a faster pace and you came undone in five seconds. The turbulence was loud and hid your moaning. You felt Loki pumping in and out of you harder. He grabbed your hips and moved you in a faster pace. Because of the sensitivity you were trying to get away, but he wouldn’t let you. The sound the turbulent plain was making drowned out your moaning and sobbing. You heard a growl behind you and felt Loki’s seed spill inside of you. He pumped a few more times, before he slid out of you.

“We’re going to land” you heard Tony say. Loki flicked his hands and a new set of clothes appeared on you. The jeans were the same, but your blue t-shirt was now a dark green one. He turned you a quarter, so you were still sitting in his lap but were able to see him. You try to stand up “Where you going?” he said, holding you firm on his lap. “To the bathroom, to clean myself up” you whispered. “No, you’re not. You need to be reminded that you’re mine” he growled. “Every time HE flirts with you, I’m going to fuck you senseless. I don’t care where we are. You’re mine. So unless you want everyone to see, I suggest you avoid him” he hissed. Before you could answer he grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. You knew you shouldn’t like this side of him, but you kind of did. The plain was now on the ground and the doors opened. You heard Steve and Robert get up from their chairs.

“Jesus, get a room” Tony laughed. Loki broke the kiss and you quickly stood up. Steve looked puzzled at you. “What’s wrong” Loki asked him with an innocent voice. “N- nothing, have you changed shirts?” Steve asked you. You felt yourself blush and look to the ground. Loki put an arm around your waist “I changed it for her, green does look so much better on her. Don’t you think?”  he said to  Steve. His voice didn’t sound annoyed, but the hateful undertone was clearly there. Steve motioned at his own outfit “I prefer blue, as you can see” he said in a monotone voice. Loki pulled you closer against him and kissed your temple. He glared at Steve. Luckily, Robert spoke up. “Well, I could eat. Let’s go!” he said. He walked outside towards the tower. Steve turned towards you “You really should consider changing your shirt back to blue” he said smirking at you. He then quickly followed Tony to the exit. You looked at Loki, who couldn’t possible look any angrier. You pulled him in for a kiss, hoping it would calm him. When you broke the kiss his expression was softer. Then an wicked smirk appeared on his face “I think you’re in for quite a exhausting evening” he said while his hand travelled towards your clit. Your breath hitched. He then kissed you and took your hand. You followed him towards the exit. You secretly were excited for dinner.  

[a-girl-withouta-face]

Title:Smiles after work

Shaiapouf x Reader NSFW

Story:You come home from work and things stuff started happening.

“Pouf , I'm home.”You said, taking off your black stilettos as you placed them on the smooth floor around the doorway.As soon as you finished you headed your way to the living room which was completely silent.Sighing you shutted both of your eyes falling back first onto the coach deliberately.

You weren’t extremely tired, in fact you were just a tad bit exhausted that you needed a minute or two.Your boss at work partially overworks you thought you could deal with it with no problem so you decided not to inform Shaiapouf about it since you knew how he is.

“How was work today , my queen?”You looked up to see a kneeling Shaiapouf before your eyes.A small smile came across your face as soon as you looked at him.Besides having a shitty office occupation at least you had your boyfriend greeting you daily when you come home from work.Before responding to his question you sat up to face him.

“It was alright just got overworked a bit by my boss but I'm okay haha.”You chuckled lightly.

“Humans really are incompetent.”His face showed one word to describe his expression, displeased.

“Hey , it's okay, it's not like this will happen again , anyways I'm going to take a shower.”With a reassuring smile you cupped his shoulder with your palm and stood up strolling your way to the bathroom after your response.

While you were in the bathroom Shaiapouf walked his way into the kitchen.Since you had an obviously atrocious day which he thought , he decided to bake your favorite food , cookies.Although you were an adult you had the taste of a child , still having a fixation on candy , sugary things and anime.Shaiapouf views you as a goddess despite your interest in childlike things.Either way it didn't really matter because he basically has the motto that you deserve the very best as his lover.

Meanwhile , you already got into your bath.Your hair was completely wet along with your entire figure.You sighed laying in the tub at ease soaking yourself deeper into the water.Today was busy so taking care of yourself was completely necessary.

“Aw , I love the way you cook.”You praise , stuffing your face with chocolate chip cookies one at a time.The taste was absolutely mouth watering this was much more of an upgrade than the ones you would buy at the store.It was no surprise he managed to whip up something like this since several days ago you would catch him reading cook books all day long but you never asked about it because you didn’t feel like it.

As soon as you finished you glared at your lover with an ecstatic grin.”Thank you.”

“You have no need to thank me , this is what I'm expected of.”He bowed.

“Aw come on , we are a couple not servant and master , okay?”With the same grin he reached out his slender hands , holding them against yours.

“Yes , Y/N.”He abided.A tranquil sigh left your throat.You had the sudden urge to kiss him as you stared at his soft lips.When you looked straight into his slant amber eyes while he stood unaware of what your planning to put into action you swiftly gripped onto him by his frilly white collar pulling him into a kiss.

As mentioned beforehand , his lips really were soft.You both melted into the kiss making the energy in the room change.Within a couple of seconds innocent kissing began to turn into a much more steamier make out session by the second.Tongues intertwined as you leaned your back against the couch while he leaned forward to get closer access to your mouth.His saliva was sweet , you chuckled under your breath still continuing.

Your right hand reached up to his shirt , unbuttoning it from the neck down.It took some time trying to locate where the buttons were and unbuttoning them while your eyes were focused somewhere else but you managed through.

Both eyes shut tasting each inch of his mouth as he does the same , you slid your hands down his collarbone stopping towards his bare chest.

Both of you stopped after a minute or two.

“May I-”Before he spoke you nodded to his request.

He slowly began pulling up your shirt over your shoulders to toss it to the side over the , revealing your jet black colored bra .”I will discard that after.”He paused for a moment , getting back into the mood in the next.

He reached under your arms unclipping your bra as you removed your skirt and panties.Seeing your entire figure bare for the first time made him harden under his pants.You had no doubt in his mind that he wasn’t hard.

From how he looked it was clear as day that he was holding back from touching you without consent , how typical.You kneeled down entirely naked on the ground facing him , he was unsure of what you were going to do next but as soon as you mischievously grinned he got the gist.

You bit onto the zipper of his fly , unzipping it as quickly as possible.Before you knew it you had his hardened member gripped into your hand , your tongue slowly caressed his small slit.Making a button of precum drip from the tip as a result.

For the first few seconds you gave a couple of kitten licks till you finally shoved his shaft halfway into your throat , his precum tasted slightly more different then the average person , much more of a sweet taste to it but it was only naturally since he isn’t human but a chimera ant.

This was enough to make his legs wobble in pleasure while he tried to withhold his stance despite the onslaught of arousal you made him endure.A couple of moans fell from his lips as you swallowed him up more vigorously , in no time soft whimpers became loud moans.

You were able to tell that he was about to reach his climax but before you allowed him to you paused to look at the feeble look in his eyes.

“Aw finished so fast?Not yet~”You teased.

“Y-yes , y/n.”He stuttered.

“Lay here.”You ordered him , like always he abided by your demand and laid his lanky body on the ground.You crawled yourself over on top of him.You started easing your entrance towards his manhood.

“Y/N , I fall short from deserving of this kind of treatme - a-ah!”He mutters then gets interrupted by his own abrupt moan , before you allow him to finish his nonsense you shoved his member inside of you.You went in back and forth non stop.

“Y-you deserve all of this now let me show you how much I l-love you!”Your voice stuttered trying to speak.His cock filled up your insides making your walls clench tighter around it.His face completely flustered , eyes clenched shut.He would’ve responded with something but the pleasure was so unbearable that even if he wanted to speak he couldn’t.

“I-I'm about to-”He warns , voices echoed off the walls.He was definitely at his limit about to climax , you aswell.You shoved yourself onto him one last time as you both came in ecstasy.

“I l-love you Shaiapouf hehe..”You said with low vitality.

[hoodoo12]

Subway

I just spent the last several days in NYC and riding the subway shook loose an idea ...

NSFW Dewey/f!reader

Enjoy!

Slowly the car emptied. All the late night respectable theater goers left with their perfumes and colognes wafting after them. The bleary eyed blue collar workers nodded their heads to either their music in earbuds or sleep drifting too close, only to get up as if by silent magic, when the train jerked to a stop at their platform.

It had been so crowded you had sat on Dewey's lap. As it became less so, he refused to relinquish his hold.

"Let me up," you complained, but not too strongly.

"Your mascara ran," he replied.

"What?!"

Immediately you dug through your bag and found a compact to examine your eye makeup. You had no idea you'd put on non-waterproof mascara! It wasn't too bad, although you looked more like a raccoon than when you left for the dive bar Dewey'd managed to book for the night. 

He chuckled at your dismay, huffing into the side of your neck. 

"I like it, baby. You look goth."

You shivered from the tickle on your skin even as you scoffed.

"Real goth, Finn." To make your point you fluffed out your patchwork peasant skirt. "About as goth as Nerfpunk is to steampunk."

Even he chuckled at that. Dewey knew the minutiae of rock 'n roll; you broadened his horizons to other nerd culture.

"Pastel goth," he murmured, now closer to your ear. His breath smelled of beer, not an uncommon thing after a gig. "You’re my pastel goth."

Your shiver became a full twitchy wince. He knew the sensitivity of your ears! 

"Stop, Dewey! You’re tickling me!"

"Uh-huh," he agreed, "I am. How about here?"

He stuck a finger in you side. You twisted and barely managed to hold in a shriek of laughter.

"Stop. Stop! Dewey!"

He ignored the order. He knew exactly where you were most ticklish and played you like the guitar in its case under his seat. You couldn't even get up; he had you locked into his lap with an arm low on your hips. You wiggled and laughed and made more of a spectacle of yourself than you'd been just sitting on his lap in a not-quite empty subway car.

"Dewey! Dewey! Stop! My bra--!" You cut yourself off.

He paused. "What about your bra?"

Embarrassed you'd said that out loud, you shook your head and lowered your voice, even though pointedly no one else was paying attention to the two of you. "Nothing. It's nothing--"

His fingers, the ones that had been mercilessly tormenting you, slipped up your ribs to the undergarment.

"Feels like it's out of place," he whispered in your ear.

"Yes, and I would like to fix it--"

"Uh-uh."

Before you could quickly adjust it to fit properly again, he'd pushed it further north, so your boob was free at the bottom and a bit awkwardly compressed at the top.

"Dewey!" you hissed in embarrassment.

"Shhh," he whispered, and the tip of his tongue touched your earlobe. He groped your front. He probably thought he was being discreet.

His voice dropped even further.

"I wanna fuck you."

The deep voice he used to admit that sent a wave of heat through your belly.

"Sure Finn. When we get home."

"No. Right here. Right now."

You twisted to look over your shoulder at him, incredulous. You whispered to match him so no one would overhear this ludicrous suggestion.

"What?! No. No. No way. There are people here. We'll get arrested!"

"No we won't. We'll be quiet. You're already on my lap--" 

He dipped the fingers of the hand holding you in place between your thighs, to touch you intimately, drawing them over your heat, through two layers of fabric. You weren't proud you kind of liked it, or that your skirt hid what he was doing. 

"--and just we can just let the car do the rocking--"

"Dewey, you're drunk."

"Mmmm," he replied, pushing with a little more intent between your legs, making mild pleasure meet the heat low in your stomach. "Could a drunk guy do this?"

He bucked his hips, just a little, and you became aware it wasn't just the zipper and button on his fly that was pressing into your butt. 

"No whiskey dick," Dewey continued, as if your couldn’t figure it out.

"Dewey . . ." 

He rolled his hips this time, making you roll with him. The minor grinding, even through l multiple layers of clothing made you groan. Damn your Pavolvian responses to him being like this! 

The car jerked to a stop, throwing you slightly off balance. Dewey grabbed you to steady you. It was no coincidence that one hand stayed between your legs and the other managed to make its way under your skirt. He chucked in appreciation.

"Thongs are easy to move aside."

Like you didn't know that.

"And look, baby, we're all alone now."

You'd been so focused on his hands and dirty suggestion that you hadn't seen the other passengers stepped off. The car was empty except for the two of you.

"Other people could get on! There are cameras! We'll be arrested!" you protested again, but it was weak like you were. 

You could feel him already starting to work his jeans open. If you really wanted to stop this, you would remind him that being arrested for public indecency would look incredibly bad and he might lose students because of it, but his cock was almost free and he was right, all you were going to have to do was lift yourself a little bit and then lean back against him like you were tired and it wouldn't look too weird, someone sitting on someone else's lap when there was no one else on board and there were plenty of seats but Dewey had just readjusted your skirt to cover his lap and his fingers were under your panties and you could feel his cock along your ass and automatically you raised yourself up just a tad and now his cock was between your legs and his hand was there too and--

--you settled back down and couldn't help but bite your lip to keep in the moan at the friction of his cock opening you up with basically zero prep except his outrageous, glorious suggestion. 

"Oh fuck, baby," he groaned in your ear, making you shiver again.

He helped you ease back against him like you were tired. You tucked your forehead against his neck, his soft scruff adding a dimension of rough to the sweet pleasure in your groin. Like he’d mentioned, the bumps and swing of the car on the rails provided enough motion to be tantalizingly, teasingly close to actual fucking, while making it completely novel as well. 

Your breath came as tiny moans against his skin. He pinched his mouth shut to ward off any outburst, but his grip on your hips was achingly tight.

He made one adjustment in the seat, a subtle shift, which made you both gasp. Somehow conscious of the actual threat of being caught, he didn’t repeat it. You, however, used internal muscles to squeeze his cock in irregular rhythm, which made him tense and groan through his teeth.

Only a few more stops before you had to exit.

"We're almost home," you whispered in a ragged voice against his neck. "Your cock is so deep, Dewey. You gonna get off before we get off?"

Two could play the dirty talk game.

An actual groan escaped him. "I-I think so, oh fuck baby, you're so tight, this feels so good--oh fuck--!"

His grip became a brutal pinch and he hissed his release. You moaned softly with him, smiling as he finished with a grunt. Your inner thighs were going to be painted with come walking home, but that was okay.

Gradually Dewey relaxed. Good thing too; the next stop was yours. You moved to let him slip out of you, and stayed in his lap so he could tuck himself back into his jeans and rezip his fly.

"That was amazing," he praised.

"I didn't know you had a public sex kink, Finn," you teased.

"Not until tonight, baby."

"I'm not sure I want to make it a habit."

He cocked an eyebrow at you and gave you the impish smile you loved.

"That’s 'cause you didn't get off. One, I'll take care of that when we get home. Two, I'll try harder next time."

You laughed and could only agree. 

fin!