#this unlocked another kink I'd think he'd have

[naturepointstheway]

16. "Is this your way of telling me you have a praise kink? Because I'm into it." As tuggoff? Let those boys be praised!

Sorry for taking so long to respond, here's a little quick thing!

Tugger couldn't sleep, staring up at the ceiling in the dark, his phone lying next to him. He pondered whether he should bother Mistoffelees by texting him, but it was already past 11 pm and he was sure he'd already be fast asleep.

Lucky for some, he thought, wishing that he could just shut his brain up so he could actually get some sleep--

Ping!

He started in surprise as his phone screen lit up with a new text.

Mistoffelees?

Sure, but it could just as easily have been anyone else, but honestly? All he could think of was Mistoffelees right now.

Might be anyone, he tried to reason with his brain, could be Munk, Victoria, Bomba...

As it turned out, the text was from Mistoffelees, and he couldn't help a jolt of excitement as he unlocked his phone, reading it with eager eyes.

Hey, you awake? I can't sleep.

Oh, you thinking about me? ;)

Tugger could imagine Misto's eyeroll at his response, but before long, another text came back.

Actually, yes.

Oh? I'm flattered. Unless, is everything okay?

Tugger watched, almost hypnotised by the three dots as Misto typed his response before sending on his end.

More than fine, actually ;)

Huh, interesting that he ended that with a little wink.

What's with the wink? Thinking special thoughts about me? ;)

It felt like an age before another response came back.

Um... can you do something for me?

Anything, I'd kill the sun for you if you asked. Not to be dramatic.

Please don't do that, I like the sun. :( But um...

Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to call you? I know it's really late.

A long pause from Misto, the three dots looping and looping as he, Tugger imagined, chewed over his response. Then--

Yeah. There's something I want to try with you. Can your phone record voice messages?

Well that was certainly an interesting response from Misto, and it didn't sound like he was upset, and that was a very specific kind of request, but now Tugger didn't care about going to sleep.

Yeah, my phone can definitely do that. Why?

I'll tell you. Just say something. Compliment me in a whisper.

Tugger could absolutely do that, but where to start, that was the question. There were a thousand compliments filed away in his brain, and he had to take a moment to think of one, and when he did, he quickly recorded it in a whisper, imagining he was whispering it right into Misto's ear.

"I love how gentle your kisses are, like little raindrops on skin."

He hit send, and waited for a response--and he didn't have long to wait for one.

Mmm. Liked that. Give me another like that.

Now he just had to pick from the remaining 999 compliments filed away in his brain.

"I love the way you nuzzle into my neck, your breath always so soft and warm."

He sent this too, and even now he was starting to feel Misto was revealing something new about himself that he hadn't before.

That sounded soooo nice. I love how you just breathe-whispered that.

Guessing Misto wanted another as before, Tugger recorded another.

"The most pleasurable thing on Earth...when you pool warm magic in my palms and use your fingertips to swirl it around, letting it tangle up around my hands."

That felt good to hear too. Another please?

"I love when I'm your little spoon, and you wrap your arms around me like you never want to let go. The way you press into me like a full body hug is delicious."

He would be lying if he said he wasn't proud of how much he made "Delicious" sound like the most seductive word in the dictionary. And judging by Misto's response he agreed too.

How did you make delicious sound so good?

"Because everything about you is so beautiful, precious, enchanting, and soft and wonderful. I love the way you tell me I love you in so many ways without a word. Eloquence in silence."

Eloquence in silence.

"Your eloquence in silence is magical. Delicious and magical and beautiful. You are so, so beautiful. So phenomenal. So, so magical. You are so amazing, I am so proud of you, you are so good in every way..."

A long pause, and Tugger found himself smiling, and feeling more than a little tingly. And when he read the next message from Misto, he had to quickly stifle his laugh lest he awoke someone, but he didn't bother to hide his grin either.

I guess I'll be in my bunk then, Tugger.

Tugger decided right then he definitely needed to stay over at Misto's at some point in the next few nights, because this was absolutely something he was down for to try with his boyfriend.

"Is this your way of telling me you have a praise kink?" he whispered in a low murmur, making his voice as deep and sensual as he could. "Because I'm into it."

You could say that ;) If you don't mind, I'd love more...

Tugger wasn't about to say no to that.

[starlitheaven]

♡𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮♡

Headcanons on gifts I think he’d buy, or how he’d like to spend his money on you! Got carried away again omg. First one is my favorite because it’s what immediately came to mind. Gotta love this goth man <3

He’d give you a delicate silver necklace, and it has a glass vial of his blood. It’s in a thin cylinder shape and you don’t realize it’s his blood right away but—

“Uh, darling? Is this your blood?”

“Of course, love. Who else’s would it be?” he responds, as if you’re the weird one here. He has that grin, the one that’s different from his usual smirk. This grin is just as teasing, but also endearing and highlights his softer boyish features. 

It’s an odd gift, but the sentiment behind it reminds you how sweet he can be. In his own way. This must mean something to him, even if you don’t get it right away.

So you gift him back a similar necklace, except your blood is in a small glass heart. The top is a small white pearl. He smiles, a genuine smile, and kisses your temple. It’s his way of saying thanks and that he loves it.

I headcanon that your relationship develops very slowly. For a while, you have a long distance sugar daddy relationship (he doesn’t think of it like that, but you do lmao). Which is fine because in this instance, you’re busy with college and don’t have time to question how he’s able to send you several money cards with a lot of jenny.

He isn’t materialistic at all, despite what people may think. If he wants something, he’ll get it, no matter what. Yet he admires most of his treasure for a while and sells it to the black market afterward. 

Money isn’t important to him either. Once he got out of Meteor City and obtained large amounts of money, he truly didn’t understand the desperation for it aside from basic survival, small luxuries, and stability. So whatever money he doesn’t send back to Meteor City, he’ll spend it on you.

Books for sure, and they’re usually in the original print. Whatever your hobbies are, he’ll like giving them to you. Plants, painting supplies, letter sets, just whatever you like. He’ll remember. 

Crystals! He’ll come across amethyst at a stall in a random city and the seller tells him how it heals and soothes stress, fear, anxiety, etc. He doesn’t believe in it, not really since there’s no nen attached to it. When it comes to you though, it’s just something he wants to give. So he actually buys it to preserve the purity and attaches it to the letter he sends. He does his own research on it and explains it all to you and reminds you to charge it under the full moon. By then he knows way too much about crystals but it’s cute!

He finds you very beautiful and enjoys seeing how you express yourself with unlimited money. He appreciates your taste and likes it when you send him pictures of yourself wearing what you bought. Seeing how he is with the Troupe, I don’t think he’s a controlling person and is really chill.

Yet there’s some things he likes to buy and have you wear. 

TEXTURES! This man loves textures. I mean, his wardrobe is leather and fur so—

Expect lots of silk, velvet, satin, leather, and even teddy lol. These are usually in shirts, blouses, dresses, and skirts. You wear a floral satin slip dress with a leather jacket and this man loses it, he just wants to skip appreciation and straight up feel you. 

Nsfw Ahem, he’d also like gifting you thigh high socks/boots, garters, and stockings with a lace garter. Yes, he likes to supply his newfound thigh kink. If you happen to wear lingerie, he absolutely won’t take it off. He doesn’t anticipate how much he likes you in lingerie. He’ll play with your breasts through the lace and the added texture rubbing on your nipples is interesting (esp if you have piercings). They’re delicate, but he likes pulling on any thin straps or ribbons around your body. When he finally enters you, he’ll simply pull your underwear to the side. He may even discover that he enjoys how desperate clothed sex feels. Expect more lingerie after this. End NSFW.

A book of pressed flowers that he made himself, and it’d be with a copy of your favorite book. This might be it’s own post though!

[smallesttits]

•Jealously, Jealousy•

This is one of my stories from wattpad, felt like adding it on here. My wattpad is in my bio, ZONT STEAL MY SHIT IM BEGGING YOU LMAO ILL COME FOR YOU. (Side note, just go follow my wattpad if you want more of these because I have more on there💀)

Walking home alone home from a party I arrived to with my boyfriend was not how I imagined this would go down.

It was just past midnight, him and I had only been there for a mere hour and he was no where to be found. I considered calling vinnie, I knew he'd come pick me up in seconds if I asked. But I knew that if Oliver wasn't actually doing anything, we'd have a fight over Vinnie. Again.

Vinnie's been my bestfriend my entire life. We grew up together. He was my crush, my first kiss, my first lover. He moved away the second year of our relationship and it broke me. We tried our best to stay in contact but it was practically impossible with our different time zones. He used to visit often, before Oliver found me.

He was mad at me for about a week when I told him Oliver asked me out, and a solid month after when I told him I agreed.

We eventually found peace with one another, but I knew as long as I was in a relationship with anyone other than him.. he wouldn't be ok with it.

See Vinnie Hacker isnt the typical protector. He promised when we were little he would protect me until the day I died. And he always has.

I sniffle and adjust my jacket as I keep walking, around the corner from my house. My car was in the front, apparently Oliver decided he had full rights to it and drove himself home.

I sighed and opened the car door, snatching my keys and locking the door before walking up the stairs. The lights were not on, which was a pretty bad sign.

I had Vinnie on speed dial. Of course.

Unlocking the front door quietly, I shut it and look down at the trail of clothes leading to my fucking room.

I laugh, it's all I can do other than cry. I knew something wasnt right about him.

And the worst part is, he isn't even drunk.

I throw my keys on the counter and walk up the stairs to my bedroom. Hoarse moans and screams leave the room, the walls almost fucking shaking. I shiver in disgust.

Opening the door softly, I lean on the frame as the girl gets fucked from behind. His dick wasnt even that good, barely 3 or 3 ½ inches. I roll my eyes at the thought.

They dont notice me, and don't slow either. Its.. embarrassing. He looks as if he's trying to go his fastest on that poor girl. Hm, must suck.

"Alright dont you think you've had enough fun," I finally shout after a full minute of them still going at it.

They both scream, he goes to cover himself and not the girl. He pushes her off the bed. She tumbles down, and that looked like it fucking hurt.

I hold back a laugh.

"Get your shit, and leave." I smile at her, facing him now. He looks so weak, so scared. Its amusing.

"You. On the bed, now. Sit and if you move I swear on my life you won't see the light of day tomorrow." I narrow my eyes at him and watch as the girl scrambles down the stairs. When I hear the front door close after a couple seconds, probably putting her clothes back on, I walk into the closet and grab rope. My bed and his bed were different for one reason. He didn't have many kinks.

I did.

The mirror above my bed wasn't there for nothing, shall I say.

Lucky for me I'd get to use it on someone who deserves it.

Vinnie.

I walked out and saw him shaking as I pulled the rope with me, walking over and straddling him.

"You a-aren't mad right? I-I'm drunk baby, I didn't mean too, I- I thought that was you!" He lies as I sit on him, snatching his wrists into restraints in which I tied to the bed post.

I sigh, finishing off on the tying and just sitting over him now. He was still so scared. I laughed. Bringing my hand up, I cupped his cheek to soothe him.

Before slapping him right across the face.

And then again.

And then.. again.

They were not hard slaps, no. I'm not going to abuse him like that.

Just something to knock some sense into him.

I jump off of him and wiggle my fingers at him as a sign of me leaving. I walk downstairs and pick his clothes from the front up, and onto the front porch. Walking up to his room, I gather the few things he had and shoved them into a suitcase, along with his soap and toothbrush, and other things from the bathroom he owned. I rolled the suitcase down down the hall and pushed it outside with his other clothes, dusting my hands off when I closed the door.

Oops, the suitcase wasn't closed.

Eh.

Picking up my phone from my pocket, I hesitated.. but still called Vinnie. He answered on the second ring. Yep, definitely not over him..

"Hey, what's up love?" He starts off and my cheeks heat up immediately. I should be used to the pet name, he's called me it for years. But this time it felt amazing.

"Hey vin.. where are you?" I ask, knowing it's a stupid question. I didnt want to talk about the Oliver situation just yet.

"Umm.. actually on my way to see you. Is that ok? I can get a hotel or something if olive oil doesn't want me to 'steal his girlfriend'," he chuckles.

I gasp, not prepared for any of that. I didnt know he was coming to see me. And I didnt know Oliver had ever said  anything like that.

"Oh, no that's actually.. perfect. I have a little problem you could help me with though.." I mumble.

--vinnie arriving <3 --

A knock on the front door sends butterflies shooting through my body.

But before I can reach the door, Oliver screams. "Y/N WHO IS THAT? DONT LET THEM IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

I chuckle and open the door quickly, glad I explained what happened before Vinnie got here.

I smiled at him shyly as I look at the porch. He moved all of Oliver's stuff into a chair, the suitcase open so he can pack his shit. he's too kind.

"Hey love," he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. It feels so amazing to have him here with me, me wrapped around him.

"I missed you," I mumble into his neck as he moves his hand and grabs my ass almost fully, Holding me onto him.

I kicks the door shut and I'm moved, my legs wrapped around his waist and both of his hands squeezing my butt. I held back a moan.

"You don't know how much I've missed you y/n-" he grunts, but Oliver's screams cut him off.

"IS THAT FUCKING VINNIE?" he cries, and I can feel the house start to shake a little from his constant moving and thrashing.

"Vin, we need to get along with my plan and quickly." I blush as he nods and carries me up the stairs quickly.

Oliver, still naked and tied perfectly up sat there as Vinnie and I looked at him. Well, Vinnie narrowed his eyes slightly and I glared.

I tap Vinnie's shoulder and he puts me down, but not before kissing my forehead softly.

I moan for him and him only, then turn and walk over to Oliver.

He shudders when I sit infront of him, slowly arching my back as I pull myself closer to his dick.

I can hear Vinnie's silent protest from behind me as I stick my tongue out and pretend to lick up Oliver's dick.

"Alright that's enough of that," he grumbles and snatches me off the bed.

Oliver is left tied up and disgustingly hard again, all because of me. I smile.

Vinnie turns me to face him, cupping my cheeks and without hesitation connecting out lips.

I let his tongue slip into my mouth, massaging my own as his hands run down my neck. He pushes my jacket off slowly.

"Are you sure you want me to do this y/n? This.." he sighs, pulling back. "This can't be a one time thing love."

My eyes water, and I nod, pulling his forehead down to meet mine.

"I want you vin, I want you forever."

And with that, Vinnie smiled and pecked my forehead.

He almost ripped my tank top over my head, and unbuttoned my low rise jeans quickly. The small thong I wore covered almost nothing, and I hadn't decided to wear a bra. Almost fully bare infront of my best friend.

He marvels at my tits, his arms shaking out of his jacket and pulling the sweater he had under it off also. From what it looked like, he didnt wear underwear. I chuckled.

His large hands hold the sides of my rib cage as he bends down and licks my nipples to hardened them. When he successfully hardens them, he lifts me up and turns me around, so I am facing Oliver. He bends me quickly over the bed, taking a deep breath as his nose trails up my spine.

"you're so wet for me, hmm.." he mumbles softly pulling my thong off, I hear the waist band of his sweatpants pop as he pulls them down.

My thong sticks to my core, making me squirm as chill air hits me.

I look back at him, seeing his massive dick in his large palm. He jerks himself a little, drips of precum start to lather my wet entrance.

"Fuck me vin, fuck me." I beg.

He slides himself in and I almost scream. Stupid me, I literally just saw how big he was and still tried to take him fully.

"T-too much vin- wait-" I cry out as he pushes himself more into me.

"Hey, love are you ok? Want me to pull out-" he leans over me, his fingers wrapping around my throat and arching my back so I can look up at him.

"N-no, just give me a s-second.." I whine, tears prodding my waterline.

"Oh baby, dont cry, please. Are you sure you dont want me to pull out?" He whispers. I know he has a soft spot for me being hurt, he'd do anything to put me out of misery.

But I was fine.

"O-ok, you can go again," I whisper, and he sighs relieved.

Pulling himself out a bit, he thrusts back into me, almost knocking the air out of me. His thrusts speed as he pushes himself fully into me, my loud  moans pouring out of my mouth.  My vision blurs and my hearing almost vanishes as Oliver starts to cry and thrash again.

Vinnie takes his hand from around my throat and pushes my face into the bed, deep groans emerging from us both.

Slamming himself in and out of me, my ass jiggles with each thrust he gives.

He grips my ass with both of his hands, pushing it upwards as my face plunges deeper into my sheets. Spitting on my asshole, he takes his thumb and swirls it around before pushing his thumb in. I clench tightly around and squirm as he moans loudly.

I start to meet his thrusts when my high starts to get even closer. The bed rocks back and forth with us as I lift my head, looking straight at Oliver. Tears stream down his face as he watches angrily, but silently. I almost feel bad.

Almost.

"Oh, vinnie.. you -f-fill me up so g-good... I lo-love you.." I throw in, my eyes rolling back as I cum around him. He ruts forward, my face pushed right back into the covers as he answers me.

"I love you more, c-can I cum my tight little pussy? H-hm? Let me fuck some babies into you," he whispers, bottoming out in me relentlessly.

"Y-yes, please," I whine into the sheets, his thrusts pushing deeper and deeper into me. He bumps my cervix and I scream, in pain and pleasure. Filling my core with his spurts of white, he paints my walls and pushes me to take all of it. A smaller orgasm washes through me.

Fucked out, I slump on the bed, completely forgetting about my ex infront of me. Vinnie soothes me by rubbing all over, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. He sits me on the toilet, kissing me before he leaves for about 3 minutes.

When he comes back, he has his sweatpants back on and Oliver is gone.

"Are you done baby?" He asks, lifting my chin and I nod tiredly. He grabs a pair of underwear and helps me into them after wiping and cleaning me up along with himself.

Tossing me over his shoulder, he walks us to the living room and swaddled my mostly naked body in a blanket.

"Twilight?"

"Twilight."

🕴- I forgot how ass the first movie is lmao

But the cast 😩😩😩😩😩 #stantheorignalvictoria

Anyways

LILY OUT~

[abbatoirablaze]

Queens Of the Mayans, Nevaeh, Chapter 3

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: prostitution, underage sex, mentions of smut, unprotected sex, pimps, physical violence, mentions of abuse/child neglect, choking kink, mentions of gun violence/gun threats

"If it really means that much to you, I'll cover," Addy said quickly, helping me put on my leather jacket, "but you better not be out all night. If it doesn't look like you've been asleep by the time she gets back, she'll know. And then you’re on your own, kid."

I hugged my older sister tightly, "I feel like you're the only one that gets me, Addy."

"Fuck, none of us wanted this," she sighed, brushing some hair out of my face, "The only reason mom didn't force you to start last year is because of Silvy."

I sighed, thinking of how my oldest sister had died from AIDS. Addy told me that she made mom promise not to force me into it until at least a year after she died. She was giving her every penny she made for my freedom. But now that she was gone, so was the money. And Tish and my mom were pissed.

Addy hugged me one last time and watched me leave out the fire escape. I made my way down the street, heading towards the warehouse that Raul ran out of. Wanting to give him some warning I opened up my cell phone and clicked on the contact.

It rang once before I could hear music in the background. I panicked and closed it. A few seconds later his name popped up on the screen. I flipped the phone open.

"Eva."

"Johnny."

His name felt so foreign crossing my lips.

"Eva, are you okay?"

The concern in his voice. It made my breath catch in my throat.

"I need to see you."

"Come to my place. I'm just leaving the warehouse now. I'll text you the address."

I nodded, then remembered he couldn't see me nodding along, "yeah…yeah, okay."

I hung up and a second later my phone buzzed. His address wasn't too much further away from the apartment complex. I made it there in just a few minutes. Stopping at the front gate, I sat down on the curb.

What would I say?

Would he care?

Would he and Raul take care of it?

"Eva?"

I looked up.

Johnny was wearing a wifebeater and jeans a few sizes too big. His nose was slightly crooked. Like he got in a fight and forgot to have it re-set. He had a few tattoos started on his arms and his chest. His hair was long and tied back with a bandana.

"Johnny."

"Shit," he hissed. He helped me up and pulled me into the biggest, tightest hug. I felt myself melting into his arms. He looked different, but it felt like no time had passed. We stood on the concrete, hugging for a few minutes. Just being wrapped in his arms, wrapped in his scent, I felt safe. He pulled away suddenly, shaking his head and smiling, "shit. Come on. Come in. I haven’t seen you in forever, Eva."

Forgetting my troubles momentarily, I followed as he led me by my hand up to the small house, "this is yours?"

"Rauls...one of the many," he said quickly, unlocking it, "but he lets me live here and pay rent and shit. So, sort of."

I nodded as he led me in and closed the door. There was a couch and some basic furniture, but nothing extravagant. He pulled me down to sit on the couch with him, "Shit. I can't believe it. You're fucking here."

His hand had made it up to my chin, and he was admiring how much I changed. I gave him a soft smile, "I missed you, Johnny."

His own smile faltered, "what's wrong?"

"I uh-."

Suddenly I didn't want to tell him what I'd been going through. I didn't want to tell him how my mom had needlessly verbally abused me at every turn. How she would lock up food or wouldn't let me out of my room for days at a time because I wasn't 'good.'

I was lost in those chocolate eyes.

"Nevaeh."

Suddenly I was crying.

I couldn't hold it back anymore. I broke down in front of him. He pulled me to his chest and let me get it all out. He began cooing at me that everything was okay, and to tell him what was wrong, and he'd fix it, but that only made me cry more.

Once he'd managed to calm me down, we just sat there, staring at one another. Somehow, since that night our paths had strayed so drastically, yet here we both were, gazing at one another.

"Come on, you can tell me anything," he pleaded. His hand cupped my cheek, and I didn't know what to do.

"She's making me do it," I said. It meant to come out in a loud authoritative tone, but it came out in a pitiful whisper, "her, Tish, and Addy are making me do it as of tomorrow."

"The fuck you mean?"

"They're gonna make me a whore, Johnny."

I could see his jaw tighten, "the fuck they are."

"It's not my choice. Silvy can't protect me anymore," I sighed, the tears streaming down my face, "and Addy is covering for me tonight...I just...I had to see you bef-before...."

"Just tell me what to do," he pleaded, taking my hands in his own, "Fuck. We'll run off together. I don't care. We'll j-"

I cut him off. I threw my body against his. His lips were surprisingly soft. His rough hands worked themselves under my jacket, and the buckles clanked on the floor with a thud. It was over just as soon as that metal hitting the wood. Johnny pushed himself away from me, "w-what are you doing?"

"If I'm gonna be a whore I don't want my first time to be with someone I don't know..." I admitted, "and who else knows me better in this world than you?"

"You can't just fucking kiss me," he replied, shaken by the realization of what just happened "We can't fuck, Eva."

"Why not?" I asked, "a second ago you just said you'd run away with me. It's not like it'd be rape."

"Eva..."

"Johnny."

"I-"

"Kiss me again."

"What?"

"Kiss me," I said quickly, "if you don't feel anything, fine...but a second ago, I did. I want to be with you Johnny. "

"Nevaeh, you haven't talked to me in four years."

"I was a kid then," I replied, "I didn't understand it."

"And you suddenly understand it now?"

"yes," I cried, "because I'm forced to finally grow the fuck up. You protected me from that...but these past four years have been hell. I'm not a child anymore."

I took off my top and kicked off my skirt so that I was in my underwear in front of him. But my underwear wasn't what he was paying attention to.

It was the bruises. It was the scars.

"Mi reina."

I could see the pain in his eyes. It was the same look he gave me before killing that teenager all those years ago. It was something I'd become very familiar with the past four years.

Helplessness.

"She's been making me be part of her scams ever since Silvy started getting really sick," I sighed, "this is what happens when I don't go along with it."

He reached out to me, and his hands stopped on the burn marks along my arms, "this?"

"She chains me to the radiator as punishment," I admitted sadly, "she used to have locks on the doors, but I tried running away last year. The cigarette burns are when I tell her no."

I could see the tears in his eyes as they fell to my wrists. He touched them gingerly. "this?"

"That was from after I ran away," I said, not finding the courage to look at him, "I didn't want to be alone anymore."

"Mi reina," he whispered, lifting my chin so that we saw eye to eye, "you're never alone. You always have me."

"Where the hell were you, huh?" she asked. I looked at my mom and then at the ground. She didn't like it when I looked her in the eye. I pulled some money from my bra and handed it to her. She popped her gum, took it, and began counting it, "the fuck is this?"

"The money!"

"I didn't ask for you to be no smart ass," she growled, slapping me hard across the face, "where is all of it?"

"Mom."

"That is all of it, I swear."

"You better not be skimming money like your fuckin sister, "she growled, glaring down at me, “this is fucking it, huh?”

"I'm not, I swear," I cried from the ground, “I-that was it.”

That was a lie.

That's when she noticed the marks the man had left on my arms, "that son of a bitch do something he shouldn't?"

I nodded and Tish came round the corner, handing money off to my mom as well, "she doin here?"

"The fuck you think," mom replied shortly. She counted Tish's money then nodded to herself, "where's Addy?"

Tish made a motion to suggest she had a dick in her mouth at the moment, "probably scoring a little something something from you know who."

Mom rolled her eyes, "that damn good for nothing whore. Go get her. Nevaeh, that john still at the hotel room?"

I nodded, and she grabbed me by my upper arm, dragging me back down around to the hotel. She smirked when she saw the guy had not left yet. She opened the door to see him lounging on the bed, one arm behind his head, the other holding the remote while he browsed channels.

"What the hell is this?"

"You gonna pay this fuckin whore," she said angrily, "I know I gave ya a deal, but she said you did extra stuff."

"So what if I did. I paid for what we talked about."

"No, no no," she laughed, pulling her gun out, "you pay for every fuckin thing you do. You pay for sex, you get it but she ain't givin you no courtesy blowie. You pay for a blowie, she ain't gonna ride your dick for free. Capiche?"

"Listen here la-"

She pulled her gun from her bag and held it out. Then shecocked her gun and pointed it at him, "pay. The fucking. Whore. I ain’t gonna tell you again."

The guy grumbled something about being 'stubborn bitches,' but pulled out his wallet. He'd had a few extra bills in there. He handed my mom one of them, "good?"

"No," she said, clicking her tongue, "you were gonna rip this pussy off. Pay her some fucking respect. You had enough of something in ya to try to cum in her. Pay the bitch more."

He pulled out a second, smaller bill, and she shot the lamp next to him. "What the fuck you crazy bitch?"

"GIVE HER ALL OF IT YOU FUCKING PERVERT!"

He skittishly gave me all the money in his wallet, and mom pushed me out the door, "YOU FUCKING CRAZY BITCH!"

"And don't you forget it," she growled, still in the hotel room. Quickly I put one of the smaller bills that there were multiples of into the secret layer in my bra, "you buy a Cabrera you fucking pay for a Cabrera. Pendejo!"

She made her way out and slammed the door. She grabbed my upper arm again and quickly pulled me to the alley, "you get your fuckin ass home and put this money in the coffee can. Then right back out here. Understand me?"

"I got school in the morning."

"Fuck school," she hissed, "school won't do anything for ya. You want an education, welcome to the school of hard fucking knocks. You'll learn management, math, sex education, and how to be a badass bitch."

"I do-"

"Fuck you," she hissed. She reached into her bra and pulled out a small roll of money, "put this shit in the coffee cannister and get to fuckin bed then. You're working this weekend since you won't work tonight."

Not wanting to disagree with her I took the money and headed down the road. I hurried to our apartment and put the money where she said, then took out the money I'd skimmed from her as well. I ran to my room and locked the door. Hurrying I went into my closet and dislodged some of the trim from the corner so that I could get into the vent. I pulled out my lockbox and stored the extra money in there.

Then I changed and pulled out my phone. I had a message from Johnny. He was at his place. I hurried up and got changed, then headed over. When I got there, he was sitting on his porch, smoking a blunt. He smiled when he saw me and got up, "hey mami."

I wrapped my arms around him and melted into him. I could feel the playfulness slip from him as he dropped his blunt and wrapped his arms around me, "I need you."

I felt him nod as he let go and we went into his place, wordlessly. He locked the front door then led me to his bedroom. I closed the door behind me, and he looked at me, "you wanna talk about it?"

I shook my head, "no." I pushed him onto his bed and took off my top. Crawling onto his lap, I tangled my hands in his hair and our lips connected. His hands immediately went to my waist and began to slide around to my ass, cupping it. I removed his shirt, and he lifted us up. Standing and flipping us around, I felt the softness of his mattress on my back as I felt him peel the jeans from my hips.

We began removing our clothing at rapid speed until there was nothing separating us. Our kiss didn't break until he lined himself up at my entrance.

"Johnny," I whispered. He looked into my eyes, "I wanna try something."

"Okay?"

I grabbed his hand and placed it low on my throat. He watched as he entered me. I grabbed his hand and closed it a little more around my neck.

"It's okay," I said in a reassuring tone, "harder."

He slammed into me, and instinctively I felt his hand get a little tighter around my throat. I felt myself getting more aroused as I pleaded for him to do it again. A few thrusts later he was buried inside me, and I was cumming from the pleasure he was giving me and the fact that he was playing with my air supply.

He looked at me with love in his eyes as he came, moaning my name.

Chapter 4