#when the waitress or bartender is a black woman

[brattylikestoeat]

I want the power that you have but I’m not strong enough mentally, physically, or emotionally to deal with white men on a daily basis. Living vicariously through you, Queen! In Bratty we trust 🫡

It’s a mental battle everyday for sure but I stay focus and think about the end goal. 🫡🫡🫡

[writer-komaru]

Wild One’s Rodeo 𓃗

Warning✧ [explicit] Grinding, no protection, dubcon.

Characters✧ Boothill

Words✧ 1464

Summary✧ As a waitress for one of the most popular bars in penacony, you’ve met your fair share of strange characters. A smug man adorned in exotic furs who tried making a bet with the bartender, a sparkling knight who gave every lady in the bar a rose without even staying for a drink, even an enigmatic woman carrying a purple katana with eyes like a serpent who sat alone at the end of the bar. But never have you met a man like Boothill. A man of steel and whiskey, tying you in hemp like you’re nothing but a naughty cow he’s gonna tame. Give him a rodeo he won’t forget.

“Sorry for the wait, ma’am. Here’s your sundae,” you place a decked out desert in front of an impatient woman who snarls a crude thanks. You’d like to give her a good smack for making you fetch her four other deserts until she is finally satisfied but you had already been scolded two times already. You couldn’t afford to lose another job. Not in this “thriving” economy that had the lower class slaving away while the rich babbled over dozens of mugs of beer or road cars that sped down the busy streets like a comet streaking through the night sky.

You pushed away the unrealistic thoughts and got back to work. “What would ya like, sir?” “How can I help ya, ma’am?” “Would ya like a refill?” The thoughts buzzed and bounced around in your head like a hive of bees; it was beginning to drive ya mad. That was until they suddenly went dead silent.

You placed another tray of expensive alcohol (stuff you’d never dream of buying) onto the faded wooden counter when the doors of the bar flew open, almost splintering into pieces. A shot blasted out into the sky.

“YEEEEHAWW!! How’s all yall fiendin’ tonight?” He hollered out into the crowded bar catching everyone’s attention, including yours. Even though you’ve never seen this man before in your life, the guests erupted into cheers, some even standing up to greet him or share drinks. At Leary it gave you a few seconds to scope him out. He wore a tight, jet-black leather vest and pants, held up by a brown and heavy gold belt. Yet, that wasn’t the main thing that caught your eye. His vest appeared to be cut right above the nipples. But, strangely enough, he didn’t really have any. Instead, his entire upper body from the neck down to his feet and fingertips was entirely plated with titanium, or some similar shiny metal. Could he be some type of robo cowboy?

“Heyyyy little lady, whatcha doin’ on yer own?~” you gasped as he pushed you up against the counter, humming right against your ear with such a deep country accent you felt your legs tremble. He seemed to notice it too, his smirk stretching into a full on smile. “Oh my sweet darlin’, yer gonna fly away like a mayflower in May if ya keep trembling’ like that. Don’t worry babydoll, I got ya~” he chuckled with that rugged, sultry voice as he playfully stroked your hips, as if he was tinkering with some kind of machine, steadfast on fixing your loose legs. But his tinkering only wet your face ablaze.

Who even WAS this man?! You wanted to push him away and scold him but your hips were pinned so hard to the counter you could feel every inch he had. No, you can’t think such dirty thoughts about a guest, no matter how persuasive they were. And damn, was her persuasive.

“What’s with that look, darlin’? Scared I’ll bite?” Lets out a small laugh, “I might be gentle with it if ya say please, mister…~”

“P-please… mister.” you managed out breathlessly

“Awh, aren’t you a cute little lady~ why not we find out what these metal hands’a mine can do to those barrels yer hauling around, huh doll?~” his hands roamed up your body and gave your breasts a firm squeeze. That little move of his snapped you out of your lustful daze to deliver a fiery slap across his cheek.

He takes it like a champ and lets out a light whistle, “wow baby, you sting like hot iron~”

“Y-you can’t just jump on top of a stranger and have your way…” you cross your arms and turn around, peeking back at him to see his reaction. Any other waitress would have called the Bloodhounds of him. But you weren’t just any woman. You were dying for something actually interesting to your monotonous assembly-line ass job and this cowboy might be your ticket to freedom.

“Awwwhhh come on, doll face~ I ain’t mean no harm. When I saw yer curves dressed in that get up I knew I hadta show ya how to properly ride a bull~” he leans forward, taking your hand in his and kissing it with a flirtatious wink. He begins walking back to the door, your hand still in his, “if ya want some hands on learnin’, follow me, pretty thing.”

You immediately ripped off your stained waitress uniform and ran to his side, “Oh Boothill, I’ve been itching for this~”

“Have ya, now?~” he raised an eyebrow in amusement and pulled you into a nearby alleyway, “Well I know just the way to solve a pesky itch~”

“How will-“ before you could even finish your sentence he lifted both of your legs and swung them over his shoulders, your aching pussy pushed flush against his toned metallic abdomen. The hard surface sent electricity zapping through your wet folds; you were not sure if it was your desire or his robotic body sending out small shocks as if to warn you about the power it can showcase.

“Overwhelmed already?~ never been dicked down by a real man, have ya, darling?” He teases, stoking your flames.

“N-no, I have… m-many times…” you bluffed.

“You sure, babydoll? Cuz this cute little pussy down here’s singin’ a different tune and myyyy is it a sweeten’~” he bites his lip as he rubs his hips side to side, the hard as metal rod in his pants grinding against you so good you felt like cumming already and he wasn’t even inside yet.

“P-please….” You begged between gasps.

“Please what, doll?~” he smirked wickedly.

“P-please… p-ple… pl… ease….” You choked out each word, struggling to put them together.

“Two little words and I’ll stretch ya out so good your kitty’ll meow so loud they’ll call animal control,” he gave your chest another teasing squeeze.

“P-please… boothiiiiiilllll….” You cried out.

“That’s a good girl…~” his eyes narrowed with focus as he pushed aside your drenched panties and stroked your folds up and down.

“So sticky and wet… like a rich lil beehive overflowing with thick honey…” he once again rested his head on your shoulder as he aligned himself to your twitching pussy. Without so much as a warning, he rammed right inside, immediately hitting the deepest reaches of your womb, making you release an embarrassingly loud cry and a hot stream of cum all over his shiny abs. “Wowie…~ someone’s really been dying for a proper fucking, huh?” He gripped your hips tight and grunted as he attempted a deeper thrust, “I’ll milk this pretty hole for all its for.”

“Aaaaggh... nnnagggg… s-stop… n-no deep… we… aaACK!~” you choked out moan after moan, almost like you were a pent up teen again. No matter how much you begged, he only went faster and harder, with enough robotic accuracy and consistency you knew you’d be sore for days. It was like he filled each slap of skin with a silent promise to somehow, some way, get you pregnant.

He let out a particularly loud groan in your ear, “oh baby, if ya squeeze me like that… ohhhh doll…~ I just can’t take much more-a this.~ Ya ready? Ready for a real mess?”

“Y-yeah-ahh! Yeeaaaahhhh-Ahhh!” You cried out.

“Darn baby…. Oh… oh fu- f-fudge…. Hold on baby, I’m almost… oh darling, you’re perfect for me!~” with one last growl you feel a large burst of warm cum burst inside of you, dripping out onto the concrete of the secluded alleyway. But instead of giving himself even a moment’s rest, he bites his lip and shoves himself right back in, humping at you like a dog in heat.

“Shi-sugar baby, I just can’t stop breeding this pretty hole… And these massive tits here don’t make it any easier~” he gropes them a bit more before pinching your nipples with a naughty smile.

“A-aaagh!”

“Ohhh~ did someone like that~” he begins fucking you harder and licks your neck, “I didn’t know I had such a foxy lady under me~”

“P-pleasssseeeee boothill…”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll get ya to that edge again…. And again and again and again, oh, you’ll have so much fun with me,” he laughed before delivering a cheeky bite to your neck. Your moans began to soften as your vision darkened, which he caught onto almost as fast as he’s drilling into you.

“I’ve got ya, doll… just let the darkness settle in.” He whispers with a soothing groan as he litters a series of bites along your neck and shoulder, each one fading your vision faster until it is purely black. When the morning comes, you’ll definitely get an ear full from your boss. That is…. If you choose to awake from this beautifully sexy daydream.

Hellooo everyone, I’m so terribly sorry it’s been so long. My life’s gotten a whole lot busier and I haven’t had any inspiration to write in a very very long time. BUT!! Even though this ain’t much compared to my usual stuff, I hope it’s still enjoyable to you all. I love yall so much, looking back at all the kind comments and likes warms my heart more than anything. See yall soon! (I’d be down for a part two if yall like 👀)

[hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog]

Happy Monday Everyone! So I have a new series for you that I will be dropping either one chapter a week or multiple chapters this week, I am still deciding.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

This chapter is 2K+. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Please don't post as your own work, this is my work.

Thanks!

Chapter 1

You weren't sure what possessed you to come out tonight. The city is a small lakeside tourist trap in the height of summer. It's Friday night, so it's already going to be busy. Add the fact that the first-ever Supernatural convention is taking place in a town over, and there are rumors that some cast members might appear in small-town Haven. Has every woman, single or not, out looking to catch the eye of Jared Padalecki or Jensen Ackles.

You, on the other hand, couldn't care less. That's not to say you didn't think both men weren't great actors. You're the first to put your 'Supernatural number one fan card' against anyone. You watched the show religiously, even re-watched it whenever you needed comfort or a break from the world.  You had also fallen into reading and writing a few fanfics under a pen name. 

You also weren't immune to their handsome good looks; both are sexy men in their own right. You lean more towards Jensen than Jared if you had to choose. Something about those hypnotic green eyes  and the 'Dean voice.' God, that got you through some lonely nights, for sure.

So why aren't you going boy-crazy at the fact that your celebrity crush was just one city over, or for that matter, could be in the same bar as you right now? One, you are a realist: the likelihood of him coming out, or you actually seeing him, is slim, if not nonexistent. Second, the idea of celebrity life - living in the limelight, having all eyes on you, never getting a moment to yourself - no thank you. You will take being an anonymous nobody and being able to look and act however you want without ending up on the front page of the gossip rags.

Pushing your way through the crowd of the local dive bar, you survey the crowd to see the overabundance of female to men ratio. You finally squeeze past and grab the last open barstool at the corner, next to where the wait staff come to grab their orders. Saying hi to the waitress as she loads up her tray, you take a seat and wave over at the bartender. 

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." The bartender, James, gives you a smile and wink.

Stuffing the bar towel in his back pocket, he walks to you and tosses a cardboard coaster. "Didn't think you would be one of those desperate celebrity chasers." He jokes.

He places his hands on the bar and leans towards you. His lean, muscular frame is accented by his dark denim jeans and black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off the nice tan he's been working on.

Shaking your head at him, "Now, James, I wouldn't knock your guest too loud; God knows you're not mad at the extra business…or the female clientele." You quip, picking up the coaster to fiddle with. 

You survey the room and guess it's a two to five-ratio of guys to girls in the bar tonight. "Besides, I wanted a drink." Letting out a sigh, you try to convince yourself that's why.

Not buying it, but not having the heart to call you out on your bullshit this early in the night, James gives you a nod, "OK, sure, so the usual?" He asks as he grabs the tequila to make you a margarita.

"You know my weakness."

"That I do."

Later that night

You felt good and relaxed over an hour in and two margaritas down. The day's stress dissipates, and you're glad you came out. Besides chatting with James every time he had a few minutes, you also got to reconnect with some of the other bar staff you hadn't seen. 

The crowd has started to thin out, with news that the cast members were staying in the city to party. Sightings of them all over at the more trendy bars had the sober guests heading out and the not-so-sober ones heading home. James let the last waitress clock out early, leaving only you and James. James made his way back over to you.

"So, you're still here. Thought you would have hightailed it to the city by now." He jokes, running a hand through his dark, short locks. His blue eyes locked with yours.

"I told you, I just came out for a drink, not to hunt down a celebrity. Besides, we never get to hang out anymore.  Why is that?" you question, pushing your empty glass toward James in a not-so-subtle attempt to have him refill it. 

He takes the hint.  Grabbing the glass, he slightly laughs at this, "Come on, Y/N, we see each other. I mean, yeah, not as much anymore, what with me taking over this place and you working in the city more on your art. How is that going? Are you happy with your decision?" He asks, saying so much with those questions. He finishes up your drink and sets it down.

You were happy with your choice; it was for the best. Even if it meant you gave up half of the bar and steady income so you could pursue your passion. You're about to answer him when the sound of the front doors opens. Looking over, you can't believe your eyes when you see, fucking Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki walk through the doors. 

You snap your head back after staring at them both for what seems like forever. Fuck, they both look even better in person.

"No fucking way!" James almost screams out. You look up at him to see he is nearly hyperventilating.

"OK, James, you got to calm down." You counsel, slightly put off by him freaking out when he, on multiple occasions, would tease you for liking the show. Watching him flap his hands and pull out the bar rag to wipe the sweat from his forehead as his cheeks red. 

You had to call him on this. "Are you a fan?"

He looks over to you, sees the twinkling of mischief behind your eyes, and sighs, "OK, fine, yes." He quips back in defeat that his big secret is out.

"I watched the show, and so did you." He tries to defend himself.

"Yeah, and I was open about it. You were the one that made fun of me every time I talked about it. Bitch."

"Jerk." James quips back out of reflex, which gets you to point at him.

"Hey, can we get a pitcher of whatever the house draft is?" Deep and smooth, his voice hits you like a freight train, pulling James and you out of your impending tiff and back to reality. A reality where Jensen Ackles is standing ten feet away from you, on the other side of the bar, wanting to get a pitcher of beer. 

He is standing there in well-fitted light-wash jeans and a faded blue T-shirt. Sunglasses hang off the v-neckline and a baseball cap tuck in his back pocket. Your eyes lock with his, and the rumors are true—they are green like a fairy princess.

You look away and see Jared sitting with two other guys at a table. They are not actors from the show; they must be friends or bodyguards. 

"Umm…Yeah, man, coming right up. Just the one?" James stammers as he reaches the well to pull the pitcher. 

"Umm…better make it two, Jared's a big guy and all." Jensen jokes. Pulling his eyes from you to the bartender.

"Umm…you got a kitchen back there?" He questions, trying to keep the small talk up so he can stay here for a few more minutes. There is something about you; he can't place it, but it's like he's drawn to you. 

"Yeah, but our cook bailed on me tonight," James replies. Setting the pitchers on the bar. Scrabbling when he sees Jensen's slight disappointment in the lack of food.

"But I am sure Y/N wouldn't mind going back there and whipping up something." Turning his attention to you and giving you a shit-eating grin.

Your head snaps up to look over at James and Jensen. "What?" You question, wondering why he dragged you into this.

"Yeah, she's an excellent cook, chef really, she actually…"

"I am sure my cooking wouldn't match your sophisticated palate." Cutting off James before he can give Jensen your life story, giving him a stare down that conveys 'shut the fuck up.'

James has a habit of making your accomplishments sound grander than they were. He takes up the role of a proud parent, which you never ask him to do. 

Y/N, hmm, beautiful name. Letting the name roll around in his head. Jensen takes this opportunity with your eyes, shooting daggers at the bartender to let his eyes take you all in. She is in light-wash jeans, tall black boots, and a leather jacket over a vintage concert t-shirt that hugs her curves in all the right places. She's giving off a 'don't fuck with me vibe,' but he can tell it's just a front.  

"Darling, don't let celebrity status fool you. We're just a group of guys out for a few drinks and looking for good local food." Giving a smile to seal the deal.

His voice pulls her attention back to him, and he can see the front crumble away, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Jared there will eat just about anything you put before him." He says, thumbing back towards the guys. 

You look over his shoulder to see Jared and the two other guys watching your interaction. Jared gives you a half smile.

"Jensen, stop harassing the girl already. I can't take this guy anywhere." He jokes and turns his attention back to his buddies.  

Getting up from the barstool, you put some money on the bar, "I should be going, night James." Keep your voice low and as even as possible.

You can feel yourself becoming embarrassed by the seconds with all the attention on you. Unfortunately, you must walk past Jensen and his friends' table to get to the door. As you walk past the table, one of the anonymous guys pipes up.

"Seriously, I am starving. Why did we even come out this way? Dumb bitch, not like she doesn't know her way around a kitchen, just look at her." He spits out. 

You know you should keep walking; it's not like you haven't heard your fair share of fat jokes and comments about you before. Especially from drunk, pretty boys. Something about this time, though.  Maybe it's because it's in front of your celebrity crushes. After all, you have a few drinks in you as well. Whatever it is, you turn on your heels so you can face the douchebag.

"Oh, real original, ass. God, you must be the brains of the group." You spat back. Placing your hands on your hips to really show off your frame. 

He doesn't say anything at first. He is your typical frat boy, with short blonde hair and brown eyes staring back at you. You can see the wheels turning in his head. The other anonymous guy sitting next to him is a carbon copy of him, but he is looking across the booth to Jared for some kind of help.

"Dude, Evan, come on," Jared says, giving him a look of dismay that he just said those things. Turning his attention to you, "I am sorry…" He starts to apologize to him.

You hold up your hand to stop him. "It's fine, really." You reply, giving him a half smile. You're tired, and dragging this out any longer is not something you want to do tonight.

"Yeah, Jared, it's fine. A bitch like that, this is probably the most attention she has had from a guy in a long time." Evan jokes and playfully punches the guy next to him, wanting some backup on his 'stellar' dig at the local girl. 

Turning away from them, shocked that he is still talking, you just want to escape. Your eyes lock with Jensen, but his attention is on the table. He's fuming and looks like he is about to punch Evan. He starts the short walk towards the table.

"What the fuck…" he yells.

Stepping in his path, he stops just inches from you when you put your hand on his chest. The feel of your hand on him, you standing right before him, snaps him back.

"Well, we wouldn't want you boys to starve now, would we?" You say sweetly. Your voice is low and even. Knowing that you need to diffuse this situation before a bar brawl breaks out and somehow the gossip rags hear about it. 

The feel of his shirt under your fingers as you lightly tap his chest is soft. You would give anything to stay like this for a bit longer, taking in his smell of whiskey and leather. That's the one thing the fanfic girls and guys got right. Maybe they got other things right, too, your mind wonders.

You give Jensen a smile and turn to face the table. "Do you guys have any allergies I need to know about?" Your question, "Don't need to have anyone go into anaphylactic shock and have the media all up in my ass."

The two unknowns say nothing and seem interested in the countertop, then looking up at you. You don't blame them. Seeing the fury that Jensen was in, you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that.

Jared also looks pissed at them, glaring at them both before replying. "No, I think we're all good."

Giving a short nod, you turn back, seeing Jensen's eyes lock on you now. He has calmed down a bit, but he also looks slightly disappointed. You cock your head to the side.

"Hey, you OK?" You question, your voice low, only for him to hear.

He takes a second, giving you a nod. He clears his throat. "Yeah, umm…I am sorry…" he starts apologizing, but you stop him. 

"It's fine, Jensen. If you haven't noticed, I am a big girl in multiple ways." You wink at him and pat his chest before side-stepping him and heading back towards the kitchen.  

Back to the bar, you shuck off your jacket and toss it to James. "Good because, honestly, I don't care." You quip back to let them all know you could give a rat's ass what their dietary needs were.

This gets a laugh out of Jensen, pulling him back into a better head space. He can see more of her; the short-sleeved gray t-shirt contrasts sharply with her deep purple hair. Letting his eyes roam over her beautiful curves, god, he wishes he was the only one that came out tonight. She is feisty and can hold her own. Her voice is heaven, and he wants to listen to her talk all night.

"I'll have some food right out." Saying over your shoulder as you push open the kitchen doors. 

To Be Continued.....

[luvrsux]

“Obsession”

word count: 3.8k

summary: you started off as a bartender at some rundown club until a mafia group infiltrated your job unexpectedly but the leader himself grows quite keen to you

cw//tw: nsfw!! shooting, mentions of murder/killing, creampie, oral, praising, obsession

disclaimer: im in no way romantizating mafia/mafia gang organizations. this is for entertainment purposes only

On a rather lustful, midnight weekend, you were working as a waitress at a night men’s club, minding your own business serving customers while they gawked at the skimpy dancers on steel poles. The club was a rather expensive one, where people of riches and fortune could express it by merely breathing. Despite the town, your job paid you a terrible rate. You’ve grown to hate your job. Sure, security helped and protected the slim dancers on the poles with precision but it, unfortunately, didn’t apply for you. Your body would get catcalled and often groped unwontedly. You lost track of the number of bruises and nosebleeds you gave the disgusting men that lounged in your workplace.

You then heard a blood-curdling scream in front of the dimly lit building. The sheer amount of terror on the feminine shriek made your heart drop miles into the Earth’s core, watching a half-naked woman running out of the building flailing her arms before a bullet spiked straight there her skull.

Whatever beverage stood on your black tray immediately crashed into the carpeted floor upon watching the horrid scene. People pushed past you to escape the chance of ending up in the poor woman’s shoes. Your total shell-shocked state was the very reason you crashed onto the ground by the taller, broad bodies colliding with you. You winced in pain when your body landed in a not-so-comfortable position causing your ankle to sprain.

Before you knew it, the building attracted more corpses when the culprit watched the population pour out of the building. The person sure was trigger-happy. Tears swelled your eyes but you still managed to trace the figure of the man now holding a pistol.

“That’s enough, Yasopp” A voice, that was oddly soothing. Your heart pumped out of your chest once you eyed the man now approaching you. He had two other men sprout behind him like a plantation.

“What do we have here?”

He crouched to your level, analyzing your figure. You held your now unavailable foot, completely defenseless. Even if you tried to run, the man now named Yasopp would shoot you down with his eyes closed. You gulped.

“You’re cute” You saw a grin appear on his lips, as well as bright crimson hair. He had an index finger and thumb pull your chin up to his face. Pure terror overcame you.

“I know you hate this shitty job, love. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you an entirely new world”

Now here you are

It was a dark, midnight rainy night on Friday. The building you were being driven to was laying in only the most expensive city in the country. There were blinding lights all around, nearly suffocating your vision. The window tints only helped so much.

What made this specific Friday night so different was you were approaching the head of the Red-Haired Mafia group. This was a weekly thing, every night you’d be escorted in a rather ominous sleek, black limo quietly to his grand mansion for a quick “meeting”.

You wore a tight slim dress that provocatively opened at your chest. It barely reached the middle of your thighs, the hem that is. Your neck glistened with the jewels the boss kindly gifted you. The giant fur coat covering your shoulders was also a generous token from the redhead, making it especially sacred considering he delivered it to you not only in person but on your birthday. Your sugar-coated gifts were usually left at your door to avoid being detained by the federal authorities, so the coat was something you’d cherished.

You’ve grown attached to the boss and everyone knew you were his weekly fling. As you admired the bright lights springing past your tinted window, a slim glass of champagne in hand, you traced back to the very first time you met. Your first impression was pure terror, but as time passed when you realized this was now your life, you’ve gotten accustomed to it.

Shanks, the boss you were fucking every weekend and in an oddly intimate relationship with, did turn your life upside down. It gave you whiplash with how fast he bought you a new house, jewels, and prizes for simply existing in a way he appreciated. You wouldn’t praise the life you were currently living, but you definitely didn’t complain. If it weren’t for Shanks, you’d still be living in that run-down, rugged apartment and that hell of a job for as long as you can remember.

You knew Shanks would kill anyone who dared to wrong you, it’s happened before. Your “favorite” was when you were at a club with the man himself. He had an arm rest around the top of the cushioned seat, underneath being you sitting there pretty as ever. Your seating was in a secluded, VIP area where absolutely no one was allowed into. Of course, you and Shanks recklessly made love in the room several times before and everyone would know.

A random extra wanted to converse with Shanks himself, putting the passionate rough lovemaking on hold for now. To this day, you wondered how a guy can be so dumb as to blatantly hit on you in front of the man himself. Not wanting to get his hands bloody and off of you, he had one of his crew members suffocate the air out of his body in a blink of an eye.

“Get rid of the body, the lady doesn’t like it” Shanks immediately ordered once the body let out a croak. His mates nodded immediately, thus having the body leave your field of vision faster than a snap of the fingers. Shanks had his remaining hand cup the side of your face to turn to him.

“You only belong to me, and I’ll gladly get rid of anyone who decides to intervene, princess,” He said with a cold smile. His demeanor did something wrong to you, but it felt so terribly right. You appreciated the way Shanks’ heart had a rope tied around your own. You knew Shanks wasn’t lying, and he kept his word ever since, even before then.

Now, usually, Shanks would greet you in the limo inside to “prepare” you for what’s to come, not only simply sharing a few drinks. Upon getting into the seats and seeing his absence, you realized how much you longed for his presence.

Shanks - 12:34 PM

Sorry for not being there, princess. I have a few things to do first xx

Was the text Shanks left you a few moments before entering the fancy vehicle. You were growing antsy about meeting him as pure usual. He’s given you the best nights of your life for as long as you can remember being in his palms. Each week you’d only have your hopes set on Friday.

You finally arrived at your destined destination. You heard your chauffeur speak on his phone, alerting your “partner” about your sudden presence. You waited patiently for someone to open your door for you to waltz out elegantly. You’ve grown used to the prissy, princess treatment. You have been letting Shanks fuck your brain out for roughly a year and some change now.

“She’s here, boss” Is all you heard before the door swung open for you to flood out. Your heels make a firecracker sound upon impact once you stood up from your seat.

“You’re a doll, Roux” You cooed, receiving a pleased smile from the bigger guy that once escorted you to the grand building before you.

You approached the front steps, passing by the grand fountain in front that spurted water in several directions—a rather perfect centerpiece for the mansion. You eyed the security guard up front.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“On his way, ma’am”

“Always keeping me waiting…”

You grumbled, stepping foot on the steps. Your stiletto heels hadn’t stopped making that fire-cracking pop sound with every preppy step. You finally gazed upon a toned, broad body appearing in front. His draped trench coat draped over his body while he wore a loose white button-up and black slacks to match. He had a pleased grin at your mere presence. The redhead snaked his hand to grab yours, placing his lips on the surface of your hand. You felt his stubble tickle your skin, making you giggle.

“I missed you, princess” He cooed, pulling you close to his body.

Shanks wrapped a prideful arm around your shoulders, the fuzziness of your expensive coat tickling his veiny, toned arm. You smiled happily.

“You say that every time, dear”

“How could I not?” You felt Shanks breathe and caress your neck through the fluff. A chill slithered down your spine.

“You always make me feel good~”

You felt his eager lips collide with your own. He proudly smudged your glossed lips when the two lips synced together passionately. Shanks didn’t care if he was in the middle of the massive foyer, he thrived nothing more than publicly proving to everyone you belonged to him—and him only.

Your arms latched around his neck, only making his hands grope the fats of your ass through your slick, black dress. Your lips parted ever so slightly, giving the eager crimson-haired man to slither his tongue to dance with your own. At this point, you two were heavily breathing in each other's mouths. You clearly longed for his touch, and it didn’t help that Shanks reciprocated that same feeling. You felt his lips detach from yours, leaving a slight feeling of disappointment lingering in your body.

“Let me take you to my office, doll” He smiled. You felt arms bring your body upward to latch around his torso. The sudden movement made a giggle escape your lips.

Shanks slammed your rear on his pricy, wooden desk that was scattered with files and papers of his targets—but who was paying attention to any of that? You two were going at it in each other's mouths, not parting to breathe for a single minute. Shanks's scarred hand tore off the fur that coated your body with ease, tossing it wherever in his office room.

You released a small moan once you felt his hands travel mindlessly around your body. His hands tugged down the hem of the dress that covered your chest. Your breasts poured out like a tsunami to Shanks's entertainment. A hungry hand latched onto it with force, letting yet another moan travel out your mouth.

“Fuck, princess…” Shanks breathed in your mouth from pure pleasure. His arm, without a single hesitation, cleaned everything laying on his desk to create space for your body all for his pleasure.

His thirsty lips traveled to your open neck, painting the entire canvas with bruised marks made by his mouth and teeth. Each mark made a whimper escape your now smudged lips. Your hand stroked through his crimson locks with each passing second he was on your neck.

“Lay down, baby” His voice was muffled by the marks he was mercilessly making on your body, recharging the ones that were beginning to fade from previous “meetings”.

Your back made contact with the now bare desk, fully aware of the consequences that’ll occur if you didn’t oblige. Shanks moved his hands to your lace to peel them off with complete ease. To no one’s surprise, your slit was already wet and ready for Shanks's body. He chuckled, always enjoying the view of your throbbing cunt before he completely tore through it.

Shanks didn’t even bother taking your dress off from the sheer anticipation coursing through his sadistic veins. He just crinkled it upward to make a better opening. Your head was thrown back when Shanks grabbed your thighs to lay on his broad shoulders.

All you felt was a moist tongue graze along your lips and sensitive bud with one swipe and the slight sensation of stubble. Your long moan made Shanks chuckle, sending vibrations in your body.

Shanks went back into devouring your cunt while knowing exactly where your sensitive spots lay. His tongue made sure to explore each and every crevice like it was the last meal of his lifetime. The room was filled with your messy moans and the sounds of slush slurping by Shanks’ hungry mouth.

Shanks flicked his tongue over your bud, sending a mountain peak of pleasure through your core. You shrieked, suddenly feeling that tight knot begin to snap.

“Sh- aah aah~! Im about to cum, Shanks~!” You cried. Shanks only chuckled at your, what he can only describe as pathetic, reaction, sending those vibrations through your body once more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck~!” You cursed, spurting out your secretions all on Shanks’ stubbled mouth. Shanks pulled away with a grin and a complete log in his pants while you watched him wipe the moisture off his face with an arm, all through completely distorted and blurred eyes. Your session was far from over though.

“Your turn?” You breathed heavily from your massive orgasm. Shanks still had that, as you like to describe it, sexy grin while he unbuckled his pants that were on the verge of bursting from his member.

“You know me so well~” He cooed, watching your sluggish body peel off the desk. You bit your lower lip and brought your body down to your shaken knees, your body still not fully recovered from your previous orgasm.

You saw Shanks’ member spring into your face. The intimidating size always caught you off guard each time he recoiled it onto you. You eyed the small number of sticky secretions spewing out of the hole from his arousal. You wrapped your hand around the base of it, making Shanks sharply hiss by your mere touch. You could tell he was longing for you ever since he saw you leave his place in your last appointment.

You placed a gentle kiss on the tip of it, making Shanks lightly jolt. He knew you were teasing him and he didn’t like it. Shanks’ excitement was getting way too much for him, and you were only making it worse.

“Open your pretty mouth, (F/N)” He ordered. You didn’t think he’d catch onto your sly antics so quickly. You obeyed submissively, extending your mouth agape in front of his throbbing, hot member.

You felt a hand rest on the back of your head, and it was the exact thing to push your mouth forcefully onto him whole. You let out a small yelp, followed by several sloppy gags by his girth and length. Shanks let out a long groan.

“Thaaaats it, doll~”

You began to bob your head back and forth along his size, gagging each and every time. Your hands gripped his pants, trying not to lose your breath in the middle of the session you impatiently longed for.

As soon as you looked up at Shanks with those “dumb” eyes, like he would call it, he felt like he lost all control. He used the hand that simply rested in your locks of hair to mercilessly skull fuck the air out of you.

Tears streaked down your face, completely smudging and ruining your makeup, but he didn’t care. In fact, he loved the way you’d look after he’d shove his cock far, far down your throat with his own hands. His groans and grunts became more consistent now that he was showing you zero remorse for your mouth and lungs. You tried every fiber in your body to fight through it.

“Yeah, take all of- mmmph~..! All of it in your mouth, princess” He breathed out. You didn’t stop looking up at him with teary, blackened eyes when he shoved every inch into your wet mouth faster than you can comprehend.

Shanks felt his long-awaited climax reach up to his core. He released a loving grunt when he slid your slobbering mouth off his member, a string of saliva connecting your plump lips with his dewed cock. He chuckled, completely in love with your distressed state and how quickly he ruined your caked face. You had saliva trickling down your chin and your chest expanded rapidly while you were catching your own breath.

"Your mouth is pretty with my cum and all, but I wanna dump it somewhere else, doll~"

In a blink of an eye, Shanks threw you back on that dark oak, glossed desk. Your bare breasts and stomach made direct contact coldly, making you shiver and flinch. His calloused hands grabbed the fats of your hips as handles. Your dress was still scrunched up to reveal your lower half—perfectly demonstrating the vast amounts of eagerness Shanks had for you when he laid his eyes on you at the doorway.

You felt the rose tip of his member caress your drenched opening, causing a whimper to leave your slobbering lips. Shanks hissed when the sensation of his hot member made contact with your cunt. Nothing, absolutely nothing, restrained him from him nosediving himself inside of your velvety walls forcefully. Shanks pushed a shriek out of your lips.

“Scream as loud as you want, princess~” Shanks cooed shakily, massaging your bruised thighs caused by the crimson-haired man completely breaking your mind with his cock. Shanks’ thrived on showing you off. Whether it be leaving marks, having you wear the jewels and gifts he gave you, or fucking your brain out in rather populated areas so people can hear your submissive moans and his hungry groans.

Shanks bucked his hips back and forth at a slow pace. He exhaled, feeling entirely pleased now that he finally got to feel your insides from a long, gruel week of waiting. You were all Shanks could think about, besides his rather gruesome occupancy, every week. He’d find himself teasing his wood through his pants at the mere thought of you and always contemplated invading your home just to release his urges. From the sheer obsession, Shanks had for you, an undercover bodyguard would look after you whenever he wasn’t there with you.

Shanks’ speed increased faster than you anticipated. After every stroke, you were rewarded with a sexy grunt or groan by the boss himself. You, on the other hand, were a moaning mess. You felt your own cervix being obliterated by Shanks’ merciless thrusts by the second.

“Oh, doll, you wrap around me so well” He groaned. His heavily scarred hand grabbed a handful of your now entangled hair. He yanked your head up to stare at the entire, fancy, well-kept room and the shut door.

That same door released a knock that was slightly suffocated by the sinful noises coming from both of you. There was no possible way the person behind the door couldn’t hear what was occurring in that office room, not with how loud you were moaning and how loud Shanks was pounding your body.

“Boss? We need the case file of our mission” A voice said from behind the door. You heard Shanks grumble.

He didn’t stop going crazy on your body while he searched the floor that carried scattered files of his targets he wanted dead. They all had one thing in common, but that didn’t matter right now since you both were only focused on climaxing.

“Im-.. fuck~.. Im busy!” Shanks yelled. Not a word was said after that, aside from your messy moans.

Your voice began to crescendo when that knot that was tightly built in your womb was beginning to snap. Your body was quivering before Shanks and he watched with a devious smile.

“Gonna cum, baby~?” He asked, knowing good and well what the answer was.

“Yes, sir… Mmmmph, Im gonna cum~!” You yelped.

Shanks admired your love juices spurting on his pelvis, knowing that he, yet again, made you climax hard and made your brain run blank. It was practically a talent to him.

“Good girl~” He praised, massaging your lower half while he let you ride out your hard orgasm. Shanks didn’t stop, though. You were bound to lose your ability to walk when he was finished with you but that wasn’t newborn at all.

Luckily, Shanks’ own climax was tailing behind yours. How you knew that the crimson man was about to dump his load was when his grunts would become breathless and he’d lightly chuckle from the amount of euphoria you gave him. He’d release one last loud groan, while it being slightly wobbly, and filled your hole past the brim with his seed.

“Fuck, baby~!” He shouted after his last pounding thrust, letting you feel the warm liquid flood your insides. You finally got an opportunity to catch your breath into your shriveled lungs and now worn-out throat.

You felt Shanks pull his huge girth out of your entrance, causing the waterfall of cum to pour out like a waterfall. You let out a long, soft moan when you felt all of the stuffing trickle down from your cunt to your leg.

“Let me get you cleaned up, princess” He smiled. While you were too busy trying to gather your consciousness together, Shanks buckled his pants and wiped off any remaining secretions lingering.

You rolled on your back to lift yourself up once your brain rebooted after being broken silly. Your hand lifted the fold that was scrunched down to cover your breasts and you cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna do my business. You think you’ll be alright being here while Im off?” Shanks himself tried to catch his breath while he picked up the scattered papers on the floor. He threw them beside you on the desk, them now at your reach.

“Of course. Don’t get yourself killed” You giggled. Your statement made Shanks chuckle.

You watched him barricade you with his arms by resting them on either side of the desk you were lovingly displayed on. Your hand was placed under his chin and then trailed to remove a red strand that lingered over his eyes.

“You worry too much, doll” He cooed.

You hummed and had your hand grab the files of soon-to-be deceased victims. Your eyes analyzed the pictures and your expression dropped. Shanks watched, entirely pleased like he wanted you to see what was in that cream-colored folder.

That one thing that they all had in common was that they all wronged you one way or another. Thanks to Shanks’ trusted undercover agent, he was able to pinpoint each and every person, entirely for your pleasure.

“Shanks…” You muttered. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to be flattered or astonished by the files presented before you. You saw the boss pull away and search in his desk drawer.

“I have a gift for you, my sweet (F/N)” He cooed, pulling out something you couldn’t quite make out yet. You expected a new necklace or diamond earrings, but not a glistening gold ring of the iconic gem that was now shining before you.

“I want to marry you. So that now you’ll officially be mine”

His words turned your mind upside down. What was a weekend fling soon turned into an intimate bond that was now formally being promoted to newlyweds. You hadn’t felt this content and safe with someone for as long as you could remember, and it was rather obvious that Shanks had an undying infatuation with you since the incident at the men’s club. Your words immediately birthed the word Shanks anticipated.

“Of course, boss~”

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masterlist 🦢🎀 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ 🎀🦢

anthony lockwood ✩

➻ sharing's caring

you meet lockwood at arif's and bond over your love of scones

➻ come home with me

your bus breaks down in the middle of the night and lockwood might just be your knight in shining armour

➻ bloody genius

after a long night of researching cases with lockwood, you do something you don't quite mean to

➻ jealousy jealousy (part two)

you and lockwood bond when you're his favourite waitress at arif's. maybe all that's needed to prompt a confession is good old-fashioned jealousy

➻ secret admirer

you've got a secret admirer ahead of valentine's day who seems intent on spoiling you

➻ to build a home

you're the only employee at lockwood & co who doesn't live at portland row, but you're beginning to think you should

➻ just blurry

lockwood rambles a lot when he's drunk and you fall victim to it

➻ what once was

you and lockwood hate each other -- you have since you were young. but when your teams have to work together, deeper feelings come to light

➻ ode to my family

(relicman!reader) lockwood tries to stop you from stealing sources for your family's business, he's quite persuasive

➻ opening doors

you're lockwood's secret girlfriend, but when he hasn't called you after a case, you have to go find him and reveal your private relationship

➻ miscommunications

you think lockwood likes lucy, he thinks you like george. neither of those facts are true.

➻ nice towel

the deleted scene if it was you and you were dating lockwood

remus lupin ✩

➻ kiss me on the dance floor

you and remus keep meeting in the bathroom at parties whilst holding your friend's hair back

➻ the way i see you

you're an artist and you wish your best friend could see himself the way you see him, but you endeavour to try

sirius black ✩

➻ tell me when you're sober

sirius calls you drunk at a house party and confesses something he probably shouldn't

➻ red carpets

both actors in different projects, you see sirius on the red carpet of an awards show and think he's gorgeous

james potter ✩

➻ 5 people james potter didn't mean to kiss (and one he did)

title says it all -- james potter is a very affectionate person

➻ lifeguard!james 2 3 4 5

➻ a little man power

neighbour!james meets you as you're moving into the building

➻ overheard that she was nineteen

you're sad on your 19th birthday but james is there to make you feel better

➻ summer friends 2

you and james both get made head counselors at your summer camp but bump heads a few times in the process

luke castellan ✩

➻ you never disappointed me

two three four five

10 things i hate about you!AU, luke gets paid to take you out so beckendorf can have his chance with silena

➻ unlucky

when clarisse can't drive you to your exam anymore, luke steps in as a favour and happens to be able to help your anxiety

luke patterson ✩

➻ new release

you find out luke is your neighbour only after blasting his new album all day, but he doesn't seem to mind

➻ sick days

you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

spencer reid ✩

➻ sex on the beach

chilli margaritas

you're a bartender at the bar the bau frequent and you can tell spencer doesn't like his beer.

elle greenaway ✩

➻ do i make you nervous?

the woman taking your witness statement is stunning and it makes you nervous

monty the crow ✩

➻ boys r dumb

you find monty after edwin rejects him (platonic)

trevor spengler ✩

➻ lamest place in the world

you meet trevor and have a fun night together in an otherwise boring small town

neil perry ✩

➻ love's light wings

you meet neil at a party and accidentally recreate romeo and juliet's balcony scene

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You Hold Your Hands in the Air, Screaming My Name (One Shot) 18+

A long day at work, and your favorite bar is closed. So, you ignore your gut and go to the nightclub down the street.

3.9K Word Count

MEN AND MINORS DNI. AGE 18+. SMUT, A HINT OF BLOOD PLAY IF YOU SQUINT, SLIGHT DEGRADATION AND EDGING.

A/N: Just a random thing that ballooned the more I wrote. Kinda on the fence about it. It has been A WHILE since I have wrote anything smutty, so lemme know, lol.

It had been an insanely long, hard day at work. Your job was not strenuous by any stretch, but today was the day that everyone just wanted to make your life hell while you worked your 10-hour shift. It was only 5:30 pm, but you were over it and just wanted to relax and unwind after work. Ever a creature of habit, you have a “typical” hole-in-the-wall bar you like to visit after work, but of course, it was closed tonight due to some electrical fire or something along those lines. You should have just listened to your gut, and gone home. But instead, you found yourself at a new bar. 

There was a dull glow of blue and purple neon, and due to the later hour, the music was thrumming throughout the venue. You watched as bodies moved in tandem with their partners, and the music, the patron’s soulful eyes gazing at the person they were dancing with. You weaved your way through the sea of dancing flesh, sweat, booze, and perfumes, up a few steps, making your way up to the bar top, leaning against the counter to get your poison of choice. Your gaze drifted to the floor watching the movement on the floor below, leaning against the thick wood counter, tapping your fingers against it as you waited for your glass of whiskey. 

“Another Aperol Spritz, please.” A thick, beguiling voice came from behind your spot on the bar. You subtly turned so your front was pressed to the bar, so you could look at who the voice belonged to. A smaller, toned figure in an all-black cocktail dress, slit up to her upper thigh, black and red heels, stood next to you. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and a sheen was oh-so present on her skin. Your guess is she had just made her way off the dance floor, which was confirmed by the screaming of what you would presume to be her friends waving her back to the dance floor as the song changed. As you stood there, slowly side-eyeing the woman beside you, your drink was slid in front of you. 

“Old Fashioned.” The bartender broke you out of your trance, your gaze going back to him. You slipped him a tip and grabbed your glass, walking away from the bar, past the blonde who was now turned and looking at you, to find a secluded table in the corner, where you were more than happy to just sit and watch. You would need to consume considerably more alcohol to do that. You peeled back the suit jacket, and loosened your tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of your dark blue satin shirt. You were bobbing your head up and down to the song, alternating between scrolling through your phone and watching the dance floor. 

Multiple songs and at least three more drinks had passed, and you had all but given up on the phone in your hand and chose to just watch the dance floor as all the bodies moved seemingly in tandem with one another. Your eyes kept drifting from one group to another when your gaze finally came across the blonde from earlier. She was swaying and grinding to the music, drifting from person to person. It seemed like she didn’t have someone she was dancing with in particular. Your eyes stayed glued to her figure, running dry as you watched how she moved, you gulped large amounts of your drink, successfully bleeding the glass dry and opting to suck on the ice while you waited for the waitress to come and get your order. 

The brunette waitress was hellaciously attractive and shot you a smile as you grabbed your drink from her hand. She shot you a brief smile, and you felt that someone was staring at you. Your eyes wandered until you came across the blonde again, but this time her eyes were locked on you. You smirked, watching with intent as she continued to dance, gyrating her hips on the person she was currently partnered with. You found it slightly disturbing how she continued to stare right at you, her mouth agape, while literally dry-humping someone else in public. As the song came to a close, she pushed off the poor soul she was dancing with and started to make her way straight for you. You gulped, finishing the last of your drink, and setting the empty glass down to run your finger around the rim. 

Almost as if on cue, the waitress popped herself into view, and you typically wouldn’t have minded, but the blonde making her way to you held your rapt attention. You’re sure that she had probably asked you if you wanted another, but you couldn’t hear her, between the music and now your heartbeat, which pounded louder and louder as the woman approached. There was a devilish smirk adorning her features, and as she stepped up to your table. She almost pushed the waitress out of the way, and your gaze drifted upwards as now the blonde stood over you. 

“You just gonna stare at me all night, or grow a pair and dance with me?” Her tone caught you off guard, it honestly rocked you straight to your core. 

“Sorry, I don’t dance.” You smirked, sending a lopsided smirk to the blonde, the waitress now sidestepping you both and walking away. 

“Mmm. That’s a shame.” She responded, clearly unimpressed by your answer. 

“How so?”

“Well, you strike me as someone who can dance, and of all these people, I think I would like to have my body pressed against yours the most.” She shot you a seductive look, leaning onto the tabletop with her arms squeezing her cleavage enough to make you want to faint, but faint right into them. 

“That is a shame, I suppose. I guess that’s why you’ve danced with every other person in here?” You smiled at her, leaning into her face.

“There’s no shame in trying to find the right person. I just feel like you’re it…” she shot you a questioning look like she was asking you a question. 

“Y/N.” 

“Y/N. I’m Scarlett.” She shifted, sitting herself down across from you. Her eyes were piercing, even in the club’s neon. She stared right through you like she was trying to read all of your thoughts. “Humor me, Y/N. One dance, one song. If I’m wrong, you can come back and be the weirdo in the corner.”

“Wrong about what, Scarlett?”

“We’ll call it a science experiment. In chemistry.” She looked at you, eyes were somewhat expectant, and you laughed. 

“I’m hardly a science experiment,” you respond cocking an eyebrow. “But in the interest of humoring, what if there isn’t any chemistry?” You ask as she clicks her tongue. 

“Ah, good question.” She smiles. “Then I guess no one in this god-forsaken bar has chemistry with me, and I just have to find a new place to find my person.” You raise your eyebrow, shooting her a questioning look. 

“This is how you’re trying to find ‘your person’, by dancing in a nightclub?”

“Dancing is a love language, Y/N. It’s important.” She leaned back in your direction. 

“Fine.” You get up, sticking your hand out for her to grab.

“Fine? That’s how you respond to me asking for a dance?” She crossed her arms across her chest. You raise your eyebrow in her direction again. 

“I’m your last resort, Scarlett. You’ve danced with everyone in this place. Let’s see if you saved the best for last, hmm?”

“That’s a better response, Y/N.” She smirked as she stood up, straightening her dress, and grabbing your hand as you led her to the dance floor. You wormed your way through the musk and sweat, centering yourself on the floor. You turned towards her, and she pulled you into her body by your tie, slowly beginning to move to the heavy bass the song was providing. You began to feel the bass come through your shoes, and up your body, and before you knew it, all you could focus on was the music and the woman in front of you, grinding your thigh, with her arms around your neck. Your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she pressed her head to yours, staring at you eye-to-eye as you danced. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been out there, but your dress shirt now clung to your body, drenched in perspiration and displaying the musculature beneath. But you had been dancing with Scarlett for what seemed like forever in the best way possible. You both hadn’t left each other’s presence since making your way onto the floor. But now, you needed a drink and were exhausted. Your mouth was dry, and your aching body needed a break. There was a slow, sensual song playing, so Scarlett and you were swaying back and forth, her back to your front. 

“Thirsty?”You rasp into the shell of her ear. You smirked at the goosebumps that erupted in response. She turned in your hold and wrapped her arms around your neck once more. 

“You could say that,” she stared at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but notice the dilated pupils and seductive tone in her voice. 

“Come on,” you grab her hand, walking back to the table to grab your coat. It was times like this when you were glad that you lived close, to the heart of downtown. You grabbed the coat, flinging it over your shoulder while she grabbed her clutch from the table she had been seated at with her friends. You smiled at her as you held the door open, and you both slipped out into the crisp fall night. She shivered, and you slipped your coat over her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/N.” She clicked beside you, her heels matching the beat of your heart. You suddenly stopped, catching the attention of the figure to your left. When she stopped just ahead of you, you pulled her back into you. 

“You didn’t tell me the experiment results.” You husked, placing one hand on her cheek, and the other on her back, watching as she pushed against your touch. 

“The jury is still out, but…” she grabbed the edge of your dress shirt, pulling you even closer. “You get to be a part of the next experiment.” She smirked, her lips coming dangerously close to yours. 

“Next experiment?” You laugh, failing to notice her biting her lip. 

“Yeah, the next experiment is seeing if I picked correctly.” She looked up at you, waiting for you to initiate anything. You don’t move for a moment, and she shifts her weight, almost like she’s becoming restless. You laugh at her becoming suddenly antsy, to which she lets go of your shirt and begins sliding the coat off of her shoulders. You stop her movements, pull her into your taller frame, and begin walking. She cocked her eyebrow, waiting for what you would do next as she walked backward. Suddenly, her back met a tall, metal door frame, and she gasped at the cool sensation on her frame. You crashed your lips to hers, grabbing both sides of her head and keeping her still while you kissed her fervently. She moaned into the kiss, and hiked her leg up around your backside, pulling you close while she grabbed onto your shirt. You bit her lower lip harshly, causing her to gasp and open her mouth, to which you graciously entered and took control of the kiss. You both fought for some semblance of dominance, to which you quickly showed her she wouldn’t win. 

Pulling away when breath was required, you rested your forehead on hers, and she looked up at you. No words being necessary, you bent down, lifting the smaller woman by the back of her thighs, and wrapping her legs around you. She clung to you like a koala, squealing as you carried her inside the building. You stayed this way, making your way past the doorman to the elevator.

“Good Evening, Ms. Y/L/N.” The doorman smiled, and you shook your head his way. After pushing the button, you shifted Scarlett in your grasp so she was now looking down at you. You smirked, and the elevator doors opened just as you were about to kiss. She groaned, and you smiled, letting the occupants out of the elevator before stepping in. You pushed the button for the top floor, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow. 

“Top floor?” She asked, looking back at you. You slowly let her body slide down your frame, she whimpered as you intentionally made her legs straddle your leg, which was propped up on the mirrored walls of the carriage, causing her clit to rub against the fabric of your trousers.

“Mmhmm.” You respond, now stalking forward and pushing her back to the other side of the elevator. You ducked your head, kissing her once more. This kiss was laced with a passion you were unaware you had been withholding, and she moaned loudly into your mouth before you detached and began leaving openmouthed kisses down her jawline. She wrapped her leg around you, while grasping the hair at the back of your neck, pulling your head backward before guiding it back to her. You both kissed each other until the doors dinged open, and you broke the kiss to make sure it was the right level. When you had ensured that you had reached the correct floor, you both continued kissing, and you slowly guided her backward towards your door, never breaking contact. Eventually, the whines and whimpers became too much, and you picked her up, this time flinging her over your shoulder, your arm holding tight to the swell of her ass under her dress.  You were close enough, you could smell the arousal of the moaning mess that was now grabbing your ass, while you fished the keys out of your pocket and opened the door. She shrieked when you didn’t put her down right away, but rather smacked her ass as you walked through the penthouse to the bedroom. 

You flung the woman off your shoulder, throwing her onto your massive bed, before resting your knee on the edge, unbuttoning your shirt while she watched. She just stared at you, lip trapped in between her teeth. Her legs were rubbing together, you could tell she was worked up. Her pupils were blown at this point, and just as you finished unbuttoning your dress shirt you reached down, grabbing her ankles and pulling her towards you. You pried apart her legs, causing her to whine at the loss of friction where she so desperately needed it. 

“So fucking needy, whining the whole way up here, rubbing your legs together on my bed.” You growl at her, causing her eyes to roll back. A moan was her only response. “Words, baby.”

“Just, want you…” she whimpered, rolling her hips up in the air. You let out a sardonic laugh. 

“You want me?” Her gaze was glazed at this point, but she continued to writhe and whimper while you stood between her legs. “You chose me last, Scarlett. Remember that.” You bark in her direction, before grabbing her legs firmly and flipping her over on her stomach. You grabbed the zipper of her dress, slowly, painstakingly unzipping it. You trace your fingers up and down the now bare skin, groaning at the lack of undergarments. In one swift movement, you pulled the dress down, off her frame entirely. She shrieked at the sudden loss, before beginning her ministrations again, trying to get some relief. Her thighs were coated, and you ran your finger up the inside of her legs, causing her to groan at the contact. She looked at you over her shoulder, spreading her legs further, asking you for more contact. 

“Mmmmm, baby girl, you have to beg to get what you want.” You lean over her, placing your hands on either side of her chest, and capturing her lips in a kiss. She flipped herself over underneath you and began to unbuckle your belt. You tutted her, swatting her hands away. This caused a groan to come from the other woman.

“Please, just want to feel you.” She gave you her best puppy dog eyes, sticking her lower lip out. You dipped your head down to bite the protruding lip, just hard enough to cause her to moan and draw blood. 

“You just want to feel? That’s it?” You taunt her, leaning back out of her reach. She made some grabby hands in your direction, shaking her head no. 

“I want to feel you all over me…” She whined. “I want you to touch me, to fuck me, please…Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask again, wanting to make sure you heard her say it loud and clear. 

“Touch me, Y/N. FUCK me, please!” 

“Such a fucking dirty girl, demanding like that.” Her admission was the only invitation you needed. You grasped the buckle of your belt, pulling it out of the loops on your pants, before tauntingly sliding your pants down. You climbed up over her, kissing and nipping down her jawline, to her collarbone. You bit and sucked, leaving dark purple bruises along her collar, and straddled her leg so your thigh was slotted in between her legs. You grasped her hips firmly, guiding her up and down your thigh just enough to ease the tension she was feeling, but nowhere near enough to get her to release. 

“Fuck, Y/N, please!” She whined, pulling your hair as she tried to guide you to where she wanted you the most. 

“As much as I love your begging baby, let me take care of you.” You whisper into her ear, nipping at the shell, and jingling her earrings in your mouth before working your way back down to her chest. You now shift yourself to be fully in between her legs and begin sucking and tweaking at her pert nipples. She moans as you suck and nibble on one, then the other, switching back and forth until you had given them enough attention for your liking. She keeps trying to push herself against you, and you have to reach one hand down to hold her hips down. 

“Behave.” Your tone left no room for error- if she didn’t do as she was told, she would get nothing. She continued to whine as you made your way down her body, nipping and marking every inch of exposed flesh you saw fit. You finally settled in between her legs, running your fingers up and down the inside of her thighs s you watched her essence drip out of her pussy. You nearly go animalistic at the sight, but hold enough restraint to keep teasing.

“So wet for me, Scarlett. You’re a mess, doll.” You mutter, and she whimpers and mewls, one hand playing with her nipple while the other tangled into your hair. She couldn’t even put together a coherent sentence at this point, she was just a babbling mess. You barely traced your finger through her slit, causing her to shake and moan, back arching off the bed. 

“FUCCKKKK, Y/N!” Her eyes were pinned shut, and she threw herself back to the bed. You slowly traced your finger over her folds, gathering all the arousal you could, before you plunged one finger into her clenched hole. She released a pornographic moan at the sudden intrusion, finally getting what she wanted. 

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” you mutter, slowly pumping your finger in, knuckle deep. You curled the finger, finding her spongy spot instantly, causing the woman below you to scream out a string of profanities. 

“An…another…please.” She whimpered, placing her hand around your wrist. You slid another finger in, stretching her out slightly, and working her up further. The obscene sounds coming from how wet she was were spurring you on with her whimpers and moans. You felt her clenching around your digits, and slowly worked a third in, spreading her lips open enough to see her clench around your fingers. 

“Fuck, so pretty all spread out for me,” You could tell she was close, but you wanted to push just a little bit further. You thrust your fingers at a slower pace, a frustrated groan coming from the woman. 

“Faster, please…” she tailed off when you added a fourth finger, leaving your thumb to rub her clit sporadically, sending her mind into a spiral. Her body began to convulse and she beneath you, and as she began to tighten around you, you withdrew your hand. Her eyes flew open, staring. At you, as you worked your way back up to her, and she tried to push you back down. You were finally hovering back over her, swooping down and taking her into a breathtaking liplock. It was a kiss you never wanted to pull away from, but you did, begrudgingly. “Please…Y/N… finish me…” she panted, trying to push you by your shoulders back down. You smirk at her desperation, but your own was too great. You wanted to taste her, to feel her cum in your mouth. You begin trailing open-mouthed kisses down, before settling back in between her legs. Her fingers raked their way up your upper back, surely leaving marks in their wake. 

You kissed around her exposed sex, intentionally leaving out the area where she needed you the most. You slipped two fingers back into her, groaning at the sloshing noise that came from her waiting pussy. You licked one long stipe up her folds, laying your tongue completely flat against her, causing her hands to fly to the comforter and grip it tightly. 

“ooOOOhhh!” She moaned, her body shimmying under the sensation. You buried your tongue deep within her, groaning and rolling your eyes back at her tangy, sweet taste. The moans you were eliciting were sending shockwaves directly to her core, your nose nestled directly against her clit. Every move you made, the tip of your nose brushed against her bundle of nerves, sending her senses into overdrive. Your tongue set a feverish pace, your fingers delving into her sporadically to further stimulate her from the inside. 

When she finally felt like she was close, her hands flew to the back of your head, grasping the hair and holding you where she needed you. You slid your hand up to her chest, grabbing hold of her nipple as the other was knuckle deep inside of her, curling against her g-spot. You lapped at her, plunging your tongue in with your fingers, and moving your head around so your nose rubbed against her clit. Her body tensed, and she threw her head back as she silently screamed, the veins in her neck bulging out, as you gently worked her down from her high. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned, as her hands wandered all over your body and hers. You pull her in for a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on your tongue. She moaned at the taste, and you groaned into the kiss in response. You pulled away, resting your foreheads together once more.  “That’s one hell of an experiment, babe. Maybe I would have passed chemistry if all the lessons were like this.” She laughed, your grip tightening on her hips at the thought of anyone else being like this with her. “I think. The experiment went well, don’t you?” She asked clinging to your body. 

“I think the results were inconclusive. We need to test further,” you respond, slipping yourself off the bed, and walking to your closet. You will go all night to prove to her that this is more than a social experiment. 

[cosmic-spider]

Kurt Wagner x Fem Striker reader

Part 1

Preview

Red and Blue

When Kurt and Rouge got to the state they went to a town close to the location. As the two went to a small hotel for the few days of there stay. They looked at the information they had as Kurt took a appearance changing bracelet with him in case that Hank gave him. As they got out the hotel looked around for some information the place for a quick bite. They were surprised to see that mutants and humans were quite ok with each other.

Sure there was still a few glances and such, but in total it was peaceful. The two eventually went to a restaurant/ bar place to get a bite and some information from the locals.

After a bit of asking they were able to to get a few stories from some but they went the best. They then got into a conversation with one of the waitress and her husband that worked as the bartender.

So your saying you don’t know who ever is doing this? Rouge questions as she looked at the waitress.

Well no we don’t they come into the place every now and then. We’re a small business so we can’t really kick them out. They usually come in with a cowboy hat and a poncho that covers there body and a bandanna covering the bottom of there face.

But I do know that there hair is black and have yellow eyes with rings around the pupils. There skin is like a peachy red and they have a tail like yours. The waitress said as she poured to Kurt then got a few dinks on her server tray and walked away.

As my wife said we don’t know much about who your looking for but those murders that go on around here that fit your description. Are usually on people here that have done some type of thing against the new laws for mutants. As well as mutants that have robed and taken lives.

The bartender told the two as he cleaned a few glasses. Sorry if our information isn’t much. But they don’t mean much harm when they come in. They stay quiet most the time and just have a drink or order something at times.

It’s ok we’ll take the information we can get Sir. Rouge said as she finished her drink and put it to the side.

Just glad we can be a bit of help to you two come by anytime. The bartender said as he told the finished glass.

Then the doors of place then busted open as a few people walked in with guns.

OK EVEYONE STAY WERE YOU ALL ARE!

One of them said as they pointed a gun at everyone. As the guys came in and pointed guns at everyone one went over the the waitress.

Ok you your going to go behind the register and empty out the whole thing you understand? The waitress nodded her head as she looked at him with fear as a few tears fell down her face. Then walked over to the register slowly and did as he said.

Kurt and Rouge looked at each other hoping they could find an opening and get the upper hand.

Rouge what should me do were corned? Kurt whispered quietly as he glanced over to her then to his wrist were the bracket was.

Just do what they say Kurt we can do anything if we do it will just make it more likely for them to get hurt. Rouge whispers back as she notices him look at the bracelet.

As thinks continued there was a sudden sound of a horse coming closer and then the front window glass breaking. As some one in a dark brown poncho and cowboy hat covering there face.

WHAT THE HELL!? One of the guys said as most of them looked at the direction of the who that crashed in.

What do you want?! The guy next to the register said as he poured his gun at them.

They didn’t reply as they then showed there hand come out from under the poncho a they held a gun.

Drop you weapon or I’ll show the woman. The guy said as he pointed the gun over to the woman behind the register. The person then shot there gun aiming there gun at the guys hand. Making him drop the gun.

WHAT THE HELL! SHOOT THEM! the guy yelled to the others as they all pointed there gun at them.

In returned they only jumped of the table they were on doing some flip over them. As they then grabbed them with there arms and legs. Starting to fight as they dogged bullets and hits thrown by the guys.

As they continued to fight. They make sure to keep most damage to a minimum and to keep it away from the people inside. Kurt and Rouge took the chance to get everyone out the place and cheek for any injured.

Eventual the person used a rope from under there poncho as they used it to tight up the guys and put there weapons away.

The police then came in softly after as they arrested the guys. As Kurt and Rouge then looked for the person to ask questions. Only to find that they were gone.

They then both then spotted a horse that looked to be black and…. In flames? As it passed the two of them to see the person on top of the horse as they rode off into the close dessert.

[witchersmistress]

Briar Rose

SURPRISE!!! i have Sy's pov of the events that happened at the club! ive concidered making this into a series but for now @livesinfantasyland Enjoy. with a guest apperance from August.

Trigger warning: Fluff, angst and irritation at yours truly

Word count: 1.4 K

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

Sy’s POV

I have said how much I hate the city. Especially LA?? The traffic sucks, the air sucks, this entire place sucks. But I've spent most of my life in the desert so any crowded place isn't the place for me but my business partner needed me so here I am. While i was here my best friend asked me if I could keep an eye out on Ms. Rory, she was visiting a friend. I agreed with no objections, you were indeed a beautiful girl, but you always managed to find trouble.

I left you and Jill in your hotel room as i made my way out to my wait car to take me to the club, Lux, I remember when August approached me about starting this club, i thought he was barking mad but he was right this club made a fortune, but when it came time to sign the papers i could not sign my actual name, so a pen named worked just fine so at the club i was Alex Stone. We pulled up to the curve and my driver rounded the car and pulled the door open “Have a good evening Mr. Stone "I nodded and clapped him on the shoulder before walking into the club. I made my way to my table and waved at the bartender to send a girl my way. It was auction night, which I rarely missed, but with August off gods nowhere with Ethan Hunt’s daughter, I doubt that man will surface any time soon.. The crazy bastard he just had to have her from the moment he saw her, damn near got her killed trying to keep.... Anyway, here I am, as the girls come and go off the block, some aggressive bidding wars built nothing to get out of hand, but it was the flash of a certain young woman with waist long hair that caught my attention, holding my whiskey glass, I zoned in on her.

Begging her to turn around and prove to me that it wasn't you , but she never looked my way. I must be crazy, there is no way you’d put yourself up on the auction block like that. Sipping my whiskey till the glass was empty when the auctioneer called “For the last girl of the night we have the lovely, this stunning briar rose, Aurora Harlowe who is auction 1 hour of her time for a date” my grip instantly tightened on the glass, as i signaled the waitress i wanted another one, looking like an idiot as  I watch you take your place, front and center. standing under the lights, highlighting your long hair and petite stature, I find myself suddenly wanting to race up to that stage, pull you off and back into my office so I could spank your ass raw for pulling a stun like this, Jill and some guy cat called you from where they stood,  standing in the middle of the stage next to Jake, the auctioneer, in your tight little black dress, sky high black heels.. holding your hands clasped together in front of you, looking way out of your comfort zone. I almost feel bad for you, almost.

 After an awkward introduction and some goading from Theo at the bar, they start the bidding, and I have every intention of only being a spectator. A couple people I know end up getting it going. I find myself scrutinizing the people placing bids—low bids, if you ask me. One is a lawyer in his thirties, another, a younger guy I’ve spotted in the voyeur hall a lot, and then a new guy I’ve never seen here before. I shift in my seat. I trust August and the rest of his team to vet their members harshly, but there’s something about seeing a new face at the club that gives me pause. He looks like something the stock market spit out. Cocky expression. Cheap suit. Big attitude. And I can’t help myself. “Fifteen,” I call, your eyes landing in my direction, I'm still concealed in the shadows, for now. “Alexr Stone bids fifteen thousand,” the announcer exclaims. “Do we have a challenger? Can I get sixteen?” “Twenty,” the young guy returns. The other two stay silent.

My spine stiffens when I watch his eyes cascade over Rory. He’s sure as hell not looking at her face. And something about him just gives me a bad feeling. “Twenty-five,” I say with certainty. This time, the kid in the suit turns to glare at me, adjusting the tie around his neck, clearly uncomfortable. As our eyes meet, I watch the fight in his expression die. He’s not going to outbid me, and he knows it. So it’s all a matter of how much he’s willing to risk and how badly he wants to get this fear-stricken girl alone. But I promise, I’m ready to gamble more. Pressing my shoulders back, I wait for his next bid. “Do I hear twenty-six from the young gentleman up front?” He swallows, then turns toward the stage. Rory is starting to look a little green as she waits for the next move. Hesitantly, he raises a hand. “Twenty-six!” All eyes are on me as I nod to the announcer. “Thirty.” you bite your lip. My competitor laughs, looking cocky. “Forty thousand,” he calls out, trying to appear brave. “Fifty,” I say, without even blinking. The young guy comes back with another bid, and another, and another. I outbid each one until he nervously stammered, “Seventy-five.” “One hundred thousand dollars,” I proclaim, my fingers thrumming against the leather of the chair.

There are stirrings of surprise in the crowd. Your already pale skin takes on a new shade of porcelain, like the keys of a shiny new piano. “One hundred, going once…going twice…” Her eyes dance back and forth between me and the young guy. “One hundred thousand to Alex Stone!” Jake announces, and you look about ready to faint. I watch the young guy’s jaw click as he clenches it in frustration. The crowd cheers, staring in my direction  in fascination as you  make your way down from the stage. I signal one of the security guards, “Bring her to my office.” “Yes, Mr. Stone the right way. Polishing off my whiskey as security walks you back, I stand and button up my suit coat. I watch from the shadows as my security escorts you to the elevator, watching you as the doors close. This is wrong but I've denied my feelings for you, for far too long. Making my way over to the elevator, I received a text from the last person I wanted to deal with this evening.. August

“My how the mighty have fallen, your best friend's daughter?”

I looked around to make sure he wasn’t lurking, then i looked up into the camera, that fucker..

“Fuck off August, dont you have some poor girl to terrorize?”

His response was instant:

“Now now, dear cousin, she is curled up sleeping next to me, this pregnancy has not been easy on her” 

I let out a sharp “ha” under my breath, he really is a crazy bastard. Stealing his daughter wasn't enough, he had to go and breed her as well. Shaking my head as i climb into the elevator

 Sy: “ You’ve got some issues, cousin. You make Walter look like a SAINT”

Swiping my master key on the box the elevator began to move as i waited for a response:

August: “Now that would be an achievement, he is rather far out there”

*Walter has joined the chat*

“Oh shit here we go…. 3…2…1”

Walter: Really Sy?? ..took you long enough.. And August well.. I don't know where to begin with you”

August: “Oops did i make this group chat?!?!  *smirking emoji*

You rotten motherfucker August:

Sy: Sometimes i wonder if your mom doesn't regret swallowing you”

Walter: *crying laughing emoji” Damn aiming for the juggular today arent we cuz?”

August: At least he knows how to aim. Walter” 

The elevator opened up to my office. Closing out of the group chat to let them squabble, like they normally do. Masking my way to my office door and opening it slowly seeing you pace back and forth, like a lion in its cage. oh you poor sweet girl you have no idea what you've just done, now this is where the fun really begins.. Tonight baby girl you are going to learn just what kind of man you are dealing with.

[theragethatisdesire]

hello bb and congratulations again 💗💗💗 i’m so happy and excited for you hitting such a major milestone 🥳 so well deserved!!

could i please request “do you trust me?” w geto? 🥺 no preference on fluff smut or angst, just whatever speaks to you

tytyty in advance 🥰 luv u~

HEY TIFF thank you so much!!!!! i just adore you mwah you're the BEST. i can absolutely do that for you my lovie dove WHERE are all these geto asks coming from rn i have another in my inbox ?!?! i didn't know all u geto girlies were hiding in my followers like hello....ANYWAY i am not a manga girly so i have no idea how geto's actual storyline goes so i went with a modern!AU as is my tendency

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It's been a rough day. You're three tequila sodas deep, nuzzled into the wood of your favorite dive bar, and trying to ignore the tears continuously threatening to well in your eyes. Your phone sits on the counter, buzzing continuously and likely irritating the other patrons, but you're beyond caring.

Your cheating, piece-of-work, now ex-boyfriend knows no bounds apparently, sending text after text groveling and begging you to pick up. You have no intentions of doing so, but watching the screen light up over and over again, reading his begging, is giving you a sick satisfaction. Bastard.

"Excuse me?"

A voice floats over your shoulder, deep and pleasant. You turn, fully ready to bark at whoever dared interrupt your misery, but your mouth shuts as soon as you catch sight of the man behind you.

Tall and broad, with long dark hair tied into a neat bun, two little pieces framing his angular face beautifully. He's gorgeous, but something about him disarms you in a way you wish he wouldn't. Your woman's intuition is whispering that something more lurks below the innocent, friendly smile on his face, something dangerous, but you swallow it down, intrigued.

"Yes?"

"Is this seat taken?"

You're surprised; sweaty, fresh out of work in your little waitress uniform, face blotchy with the remnants of spilt tears, you absolutely aren't looking your best. You shrug, nod, and gesture towards the seat, unsure of what exactly this guy's playing at.

"You seem to be drinking alone," he observes after allowing a few quiet minutes to stretch between you.

"I am," you confirm, wincing at the popping sound your straw makes, the last bits of your cocktail struggling to make it up to your mouth, "I try not to make it a habit, but it's been a bit of a day."

"Hm," he nods thoughtfully, reaching a beckoning hand out to the bartender. After he orders his scotch, he orders a drink for you, nailing the combination perfectly: tequila soda, splash of lime juice, with an orange slice. Your eyes narrow in suspicion.

"How did you-"

"I overheard you earlier." That same friendly, disarming smile graces his face, warms your core and sends alarm bells ringing in your head.

"Have you been...watching me?"

"No," he waves a nonchalant hand through the air, sliding a black Amex across the counter to the bartender, "not watching. I just tend to keep an eye on a beautiful woman when I see one."

You blink. Should you be creeped out? Intrigued? Ashamed of the lusty electricity buzzing through your veins at his compliment? All three?

"T-thank you," you stammer, unsure of what else to say.

"Speaking of beautiful women," he turns towards you, cheersing his glass against your own, "what are you doing drinking on your own?"

"My boyfriend sucks," you mumble around the little plastic straw between your lips, "ex that is."

"He must not be all that bright, then," his eyes trail over your figure meaningfully, something in his smile growing darker.

"I just want to forget about him," you admit, shamefully vulnerable in front of a total stranger. You realize you don't even know his name, but when he lays a hand across your thigh, high up enough to be far from friendly, you feel a familiar heat spark across your skin. It's enough to forego the details, you need plenty of things from this mysterious stranger, but not his name.

"I know a thing or two about forgetting someone," his tongue darts out to wet his lips, yours mirroring it unintentionally, "would you like...some advice?"

"I don't know," you chuckle, "what kind of advice?"

"Well, it's more help than it is advice," that smile deepens into a smirk, one eyebrow raising in a silent challenge, "do you trust me?"

"You're a perfect stranger."

"I am," he inclines his head in admittance, but doesn't lose his stamina for a moment, "do you trust me?"

And maybe it's the tequila, maybe it's his strong neck that looks like it would give so deliciously under your teeth, maybe it's the insistent little circles his thumb is rubbing into your thigh, but you feel freer, more daring than before. It escapes your mouth in a whisper, desperate and trembling in the air between you.

"Yes."

[mybworlds]

Snowflakes

Pairing: Joel Miller x F character

Summary: Eleanor Winters has to hide herself. Joel Miller is broken. They'll meet each other in Jackson. Will Eleanor put a completely broken man together and will Joel bring light into Eleanor's life?

Series Warning: angst, alcohol abuse, hints of domestic violence, dirty talk, violence, smut, and if I miss smt let me know.

Masterlist

Before to start... this is a sort of The Last of Us' AU. No outbreak and some tlou characters are used differently from the original video game and tv series.

I won't write warnings for each chapter, but series warning only.

Please be kind and remember English is not my first Language.

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

Snowflake, you know you're the only one There's no one like you, so I'm gonna hide you, my sweet Keep you to winter when you won't be needing me Snowflake, I'm tryin' to keep you safe You gave me your trust, and I want you safe

Eleanor jolted awake, again. Again that horrible nightmare, again his eyes, again that disturbing smile, again his hands on her.

She sat up in the middle of the bed and stared at an undefined spot in front of her: she had to somehow stop thinking about her past and focus on that new life.

It was not easy; indeed, the more she tried, the more the past came violently back to her door.

She got up and went to take a shower, dried herself and stayed in her underwear for a while. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw how the past could not be erased: a conspicuous scar still pinkish on her left hip and a now whitish scar at the level of her navel. She ran her hand over the scars and almost felt the blades cutting into her flesh, heard her screams and his laughter.

She stepped back as if to escape that scene and those moments.

She put on a pair of jeans, a gray sweatshirt and a pair of boots and went outside.

The frosty air immediately gave her a good morning, giving her a chance to focus on something else.

Finally.

The streets of Jackson were covered with a shy layer of frost; she had to be careful where she stepped or risk slipping and going home with a twisted ankle.

That morning, perhaps aided by the hour, there was still no one walking up and down the streets.

Better this way.

She pulled on her hood and continued on reaching a stone room, outside was a sign that said 'PERSONNEL WANTED,' perhaps she could turn things around by starting work there. She entered and inside she saw two men in suits drinking coffee and looking at their cell phones, a little further on a woman and perhaps her daughter and then the barmaid behind the counter, a girl in her mid-thirties with very short black hair.

"Good morning. I'm … Eleanor." she added as she introduced herself to the bartender who looked at her quizzically not understanding why the foreigner was introducing herself "I'm here for the waitressing job." finally the young woman behind the counter looked up "Maybe you need help."

"I'll stop you right there." said the young woman running a hand over her forehead with her sleeve "I don't take care of these things. The owner takes care of them. I only work here. And now excuse me, but unless you want something-I have to work."

"A coffee." said Eleanor "And when do I find the owner?"

"In the evening. In the morning she's staying with the suppliers." she explained to her.

"Good." she said simply "In case I run into her tonight, who should I say I talked to?"

"Mel."

"Mel? And wh-?"

"Just Mel." she replied, handing her the steaming cup of coffee.

"All right." she said and then drank her coffee.

It was important to start having contact with others again or she would end up isolating herself completely, and at that point she might as well become a sort of hermit.

"Excuse me, are you listening?"

It was Mel who was talking to her.

"Yes."

"I was asking, are you a new one?"

"I arrived yesterday morning."

"Really? And what brings you here to Jackson? Family? Love?"

"No. None of that. I just wanted to start over."

The young woman smiled, "And start over here in Jackson? Well, it's not like you can start over much here, but it sure is quiet enough. Of course, a company came in a few years ago and all they've been doing since then is logging and building so it's likely that over the years it's not going to be so quiet." Mel realized she was talking too much "Where are you from?"

"Portland, Oregon."

"Wow, you go from a town like that to this!" she exclaimed still smiling and then shaking her head.

"You don't like Jackson?"

Mel shrugged, "It's always been close to me," she confided to her.

"Why don't you leave then?"

Mel looked at her, "My boyfriend, Owen, works in the hospital in Jackson. It's not easy to ask for a transfer. Besides, we wouldn't even know where to go."

Eleanor nodded, not knowing how to continue or whether Mel wanted to tell her more.

"I've talked more with you being a complete stranger than with my boss as well as best friend! Yet, I known her since we were kids."

Eleanor smiled, "Maybe because I mostly listened to you. Sometimes you should do that, don't you think?"

Mel smiled softly, nodding "Yeah, and if you do this job, you'll have a very very long time to do it." she added "And at this point I hope she gives you that chance." she continued.

"Let's hope so." Eleanor replied and then put down her cup "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. This round is on the house." replied the young woman, smiling at her.

"Oh, then, thank you." she said taking her leave with a small sincere smile.

Talking to Mel and finding some sort of human warmth reminded her of Stephanie - Steffy - her best friend. The friend from a few lifetimes ago when she was called Margareth at the time. Then she had become Mia. Then Olly. And then Louise again. Now Eleanor.

When someone stopped her on the street, she was always terrified that she wouldn't turn around and that others might realize that she wasn't actually who she said she was.

When she came out of the club, a chick almost ran up to her, "And shit, look where you're going."

Eleanor was almost about to answer her, but then she noticed that the young woman was with a long-haired man with a very thick beard who turned toward her and then decided not to reply, it was the man who did "Sorry."

She shrugged her shoulders and continued in the opposite direction to them.

"That's why I'm walking around with you," affirmed Ellie, assuming a slapping face.

"Y've got to stop talking like that to other people!" blurted Joel toward Ellie who was walking around like she owned the world, with her hands in her pockets, a swaggering gait and a chewing gum in her teeth "That one didn't react just because I was there," added the man.

"Wait, I need to get a drink," he told her.

"Joel, don't go in this club. I don't wanna any trouble with that bitch." she said holding back - or rather, trying to hold back - the man by the arm.

He looked around "Her car is not there so I can." then he started climbing the three wooden steps "Come on."

"You're such a dick." she commented following him and ready for a possible fight.

Fortunately Joel was right, the bitch, as Ellie called her, was not there. There was only her best friend, Mel, who, when she saw them, huffed impatiently "You're going to get me fired, Miller. You don't have to come here. There are dozens of clubs in Jackson, why do you have to come here and push your luck?"

"I just want two bottles of vodka, here's the money," he said, handing the girl a bill.

"It's not about the money, Miller. If Abby sees you…"

"What?" intervened Ellie, "I'll kill her first if she dares touch him!"

"Go away."

"I want the vodka." insisted Joel.

"Go."

"Give me the vodka."

"Joel." tried to say Ellie.

"Go away." insisted Mel again.

"Give me this fucking vodka!" Joel blurted.

Mel and Ellie took to looking outside; after a few moments Joel did too.

She had come back earlier.

Fuck.

She had just gotten out of her black SUV and was going inside with a case of beers in her hands, when she opened the door with one foot and saw the two most unwanted people she froze.

Her features hardening, she cast a look of pure venom first at Mel, who lowered her head in mortification, and then at Ellie, who, however, sustained the look defiantly. Abby then approached the counter and said, "Take this inside."

"Abby, I…" tried to say Mel.

"I'll deal with you later," she said menacingly.

Ellie watched as Mel swallowed and then grabbed the cash register and disappeared into the backroom.

The air in the club became suspended, the few consumers took to staring at the scene, Joel stood there looking distressed, he didn't want to argue with anyone, he just wanted to go hide and drink.

"Of all places you always pick my joint, Miller," Abby said, sounding out Joel's last name in a venomous tone, "You're a gutless little homunculus, a filthy worm who comes crawling out of his hole to drink my stuff."

"Don't you dare talk to him like that!" blurted Ellie parrying in front of him.

"The goddamn son of a bitch and the lesbian bastard, what a pair!" exclaimed Abby.

Ellie jumped on Abby, who, however, being significantly taller and more muscular than the young woman, parried and hit Ellie in the face with first a punch and then a slap, causing her to fall backwards. Joel caught Ellie on the fly before she could hit her head against the floor or a table.

"Get lost and don't let me see you again. I never want to see that ass face of yours again or next time I swear I'll kill you and I won't hesitate. Don't make me come to your house and beat the shit out of you," she threatened him.

"You bitch…" yelled Ellie holding her hands over her nose from which blood was dripping profusely "You damned bitch, do that and I will hunt you down until the end of your days."

Abby paid no attention to Joel's companion's threats and ignoring them disappeared into the backroom.

"Let's go." said Joel taking Ellie by the shoulders and walking out of there.

"If that one hurts you, I swear…"

"What?" asked Joel putting pads in Ellie's nose "Ellie, she's just protecting her friend," he reminded her.

"She has no right to offend you or me," she replied.

Joel breathed heavily "Don't fear for me. I remember who I am on a daily basis, there is no need for Anderson." he said and then began storing hydrogen peroxide and throwing away the previous blood-soaked swabs "I'm sorry y're still suffering from…"

"I'm not suffering." she said.

"Ellie." he said, looking her straight in the eye.

"Really." she replied "The story of my mother and my choices don't hurt me, don't worry, it's okay."

Ellie had come with her mother many and many years before, when she was six years old. Her mother was a strong and independent woman. Her father, Ellie had never known, but her mother's strength had well compensated for the other parent's absence. However, as she grew up and went to school, she ended up being singled out as the daughter of a father who did not want her and, in time, of a mother who made a dubious trade.

Her sexual orientation was the icing on the cake: some people took to shunning her as if she had leprosy, and when she and her partner rarely went out together, the local well-wishers singled them out as different and sick.

"I'm sorry." said only Joel.

"I told you, I'm fine."

"All right." the man did not insist.

"I'll take you to Jesse's afterwards so you can get this beard and hair trimmed and become a presentable human being again," she told him, barely smiling.

"The pumpkin has spoken! Look how y're swelling up," he joked, smiling at her.

Joking with Ellie was the strangest and sometimes funniest thing Joel had enjoyed over those years. His life with her seemed to be less dense, less dark.

That night he even managed not to think about the many troubles he had been in, how Anderson - his ex-wife's friend - hated him and blatantly threatened him.

She was tied to the bed with a gag over her mouth. She tried to struggle, but it was almost impossible.

"This mouth is mine. These eyes are mine." he circled around her like a predator circles around its prey. He looked down at her from above.

He crawled up to her and grabbed her face, holding it firmly by the jaw "Wherever you go, I will always find you. If I can't have you, no one will." then he abruptly left her face and got off the bed, broke a bottle nearby and was left with only the neck of the bottle. A gleam crossed the man's eyes….

Eleanor suddenly woke up screaming almost, her face drenched in sweat and her expression distraught.

The man's face, his expression, his hands would never leave her, she would always feel them on her.

Eleanor burst into tears.

Then, a soft sound, perhaps a little forgetful, spread through the air, a pleasant melody. Eleanor got out of bed and reached for the window and opened it: the music became just a little louder. The young woman relaxed as she heard those sweet sounds. She leaned her head against the window frame and listened.

It was sweet that sound, sweet and melancholy at the same time.

It was perfect for the occasion.

The picture portrayed a boy in his early twenties, his face relaxed, happy, his eyes bright and full of life, clutching in his arms a chubby newborn girl with her little dress soiled with baby food probably.

Joel was looking for a picture, perhaps one of the few, with his daughter. He ransacked the house and then found it, buried in a box in the basement along with other junk he couldn't even remember.

Joel smiled and clutched that photo tightly in his hands as if to hold back that joy that memory gave him.

He found a photo then of a couple in their early twenties, the same young man as before and a woman with brown hair held back by a colorful headband. They were smiling, they were embraced, they looked serene.

Joel's face darkened.

"Joel, please try to understand," she said gesturing forcibly.

"What?" he asked clutching the back of the chair in his hands.

The man took the last photograph and placed it back in the box. He resealed it and then took the first photograph again, which depicted a decidedly younger version of himself and his daughter Sarah.

He had not seen her in at least ten years. The last time his ex had allowed him to see her was a meeting in the presence of social workers who monitored his every gesture, every caress toward his daughter.

He had tried to ask to see her a few times alone, perhaps to drop her off or pick her up from school, do her homework, or go for ice cream, but neither his ex nor the court assistants had favored a more normal type of meeting.

In the end, he was the one who no longer wanted those kinds of meetings; he never showed up again.

He had probably also closed the door with his daughter forever, but under those conditions he did not want to see her.

He was about to return upstairs when he saw a guitar-his own-abandoned in a corner. He walked over and took it in his hands, it was all dusty, who knows if it still played.

He went back up and stood outside on the porch, took a cloth and cleaned it very carefully, then threw it into an abandoned bucket out there and started strumming a few notes. He hadn't played since … maybe since before his marriage fell apart. The slowly muted notes slowly began to spread through the silence of the night lulling the man's thoughts into another starless night.

[skyechaser]

Bumbleby Bike Gang AU 2/?

"Whatever took you so long, pet?" Adam asked as Blake sat next to him. His breath smelled like alcohol.

"I was just talking to the bartender" she replied "She's nice"

"The waitress is nice too, right guys?" the red haired man asked the group and they all yelped in agreement.

The truth was talking to Yang was a nice break from her usual days. Being with the gang all the time was not always her cup of tea. Specially when her parents had left two years ago. Things had changed quite a lot since Adam became leader. What was once a group of people enjoying their rides and helping the communities they visited had become a lot more boisterous. They would get into fights and sometimes get involved with drugs and dealers. She didn't like that.

A part of her wanted to leave but she couldn't imagine a different life for herself. She had always been on the road. Besides, Adam would more than likely not allow it and she feared him just as much as she loved him. It was complicated. Their relationship had started when she was young and her parents didn't really like it. But there was something magnetic about him, about the way he made her feel. So it was no surprise when he took over.

They left when the sun was already up and Blake made sure to wave at Yang as they left. The blonde waved back with a grin that made her smile. As usual, they headed to the closest motel to spend the night. The plan was to stay in town for a week, rest up, fuel up and leave. Adam had some contacts he wanted to make business with and Blake had decided to ignore the nature of such ventures.

"Come over here, love" Adam called her from the bed, offering his hand. His eyes were glossy and his speech was slurred. She complied and grabbed his hand, sitting on his lap. They kissed and it tasted like beer. When they first got together Adam would make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He was kind to her and treated her with love and respect. The first time they spent a night together, her first ever sexual experience, it was beautiful and fulfilling. As time passed things changed and she would find herself enjoying intimacy with him less every time.

When she woke up, Adam was passed out. She didn't feel like staying in the room so she showered, got dressed and hedead outside after leaving the man a note. Blake headed to the reception and asked the woman behind the counter for directions to the local library. Patch seemed like a nice town. Too quiet and peaceful for The White Fang to disturb.

She was a couple of blocks away from the library when she saw her. Yang was walking towards her with a smaller younger girl she assumed was her little sister Ruby. When their eyes met her heart stopped.

"Hey, you!" the blonde greeted her.

"Hey, yourself" Blake greeted back.

"Hello, I'm Ruby" the younger girl introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you, Ruby"

"You headed to the library?" Yang guessed.

"Yeah" Blake answered "The guys are all passed out so I thought I get some reading done. Where are you headed?"

"We're gonna get some ice cream to celebrate this one's amazing grades on her finals" Yang replied "Wanna come with?"

"Yes" the black haired girl said without even thinking. Spending time with the bartender seemed like an awesome plan. There was something about her that made her feel like they had met many times before even if they had only met last night.

They headed to a local ice cream shop and Yang bought all of them a double with fudge. They laughed a lot and Blake felt sincerly comfortable and happy. It was a nice change of pace. She hand't really realized how dull her days had become. How rutinary her life had become and how much she was choosing to ignore just to go by. This was different. They lost track of time and when Blake looked at her phone she saw several missed calls from Adam and some angry texts asking where she was.

"I think I better get back" she said, anxiety building up inside of her. Yang noticed.

"Is everything all right?" she asked, gently placing a hand on Blake's shoulder.

"Yeah" she lied "I just have to leave right now" she said standing up "Thanks a lot for the ice cream. I had a very nice time"

"We had a nice time too" Ruby replied with a smile.

"Are you sure you are all right?" Yang asked again with a sincere look of worry on her face. Something had drastically changed in Blake's demeanor as soon as she looked at her phone and she had a very good idea of what it was about. More precisely who it was about.

"I'm fine" she lied again as the anxiety got worse. She should have checked her phone before. She should have answered his calls "See you soon I hope"

"Let me give you my number" the blonde offered and Blake, in spite of how bad she felt, took the time to save the other girl's contact and give hers back.

She walked to the motel as fast as she could without running. She went to her and Adam's room and found him sitting on the bed with a scary look on his face. She immediately started trembling in fear.

"Where the fuck where you, Blake?" he said "I read your little note so I waited but then you wouldn't pick up the fucking phone or answer any of my messages. What the fuck were you doing that was so important you had no time for me?"

"I was at the library so I put it on silent mode and I got distracted by the..." she couldn't finish the sentence. Adam stood up and slaped her hard on the face.

"I don't care for your fucking excuses, Blake" he said, inches away from her face "When I call you, you answer"

"I'm sorry, Adam" she said, trying not to cry. Her cheek hurt like hell. It wasn't the first time he had been violent with her and she knew it was her fault. If only she had answered her phone.

"I don't care if you are sorry" Adam said as he grabbed her by the hair and put her against the wall, smashing her head against it in the process "You need to be punished so you can learn" he kissed her violently, his hand moving to her neck.

"I'm sorry, Adam" she said again, finally breaking down and crying. She was so scared.

"You belong to me, Blake. Tell me you are mine"

"I'm yours" she replied "I belong to you"

"That's good, love" he said, finally letting go and backing away from her "I don't like to get mad at you. I love you, Blake"

"I know" Blake replied, walking towards the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and could see how her cheek was starting to bruise. Her left eye was red. Why did she put up with this?

"I have some business today so me and the guys will be leaving for the day. I want you to wait here for me, okay?"

"Okay" she answered, feeling happy that Adam was not going to be around. When he left she layed down on the bed and looked at her phone. She had one new message.

Yang: Are you okay?

She was anything but okay. She was a mess. A beaten up, humilliated and sad mess. But somehow the thought of Yang made the tears disappear. She could even feel a little bit of joy trying to make its way through.

Blake: Yeah. I was just late for some White Fang thing.

Yang: You looked pale when you left. You scared me.

Blake: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm fine.

Yang: How about I take you out tomorrow?

The offer was tempting, even if it meant that she could get in trouble with Adam. She could come up with some excuse. It was worth it if she could spend time with Yang. Somehow she smiled.

Blake: Sure. Let's do it.

[fangbangerghoul]

Snippet Sunday

Thanks @eridanidreams I appreciate your tag! If you see this you are tagged!

I have some words I can share but I have been writing a lot of random stuff lately.

I finally have an organized idea in my head for Fleeting Pleasures but I am allowing myself some time before I finish the story. So soon!

(Plus I have been enjoying focusing on personal stories I do not have to publish lol)

MDNI, 18 +

            The lights that strobed around her were different variations of blue, purple, pink and green. They flashed with the rhythm that the DJ had set up for the club that night and the patrons danced around in the middle of the large dance floor. Some in groups, some in pairs, some alone feeling their own sweaty skin and the beats that guided the way their body moved. Ghoul sat at the bar sipping on her third fruity drink for the night. It was hardly any liquor in them but the flavors were fun enough to keep her buying them. She was still waiting for her companion to come back from the bathroom so they could finish this impromptu meeting with the Neon Rangers.

            “Would you like another?” The perky bartender asked as she wiped down the counter in front of Ghoul. Ghoul let her eyes trace the waitress’s body freely as the waitress stretched herself over the counter to reach things. Her tight black dress displayed her breasts so well, making it look like they were about to spill out and the fabric clung to her curves tightly while allowing the bottom of her round ass to peek out occasionally. Ghoul knew she probably dressed that way either because the Astral Lounge had demanded it of her or because she knew it would allow for more tips but either way she appreciated the effort the bartender put into it.

            “Only, if you bring it back to me this time.” Ghoul was trying to be smooth with her, maybe it was the drinks catching up or the smell of pheromones and aurora in the club. All she knew was she wanted a glass of whatever this woman was poured of. The waitress gave her the usual smile and as she reached to grab Ghoul’s empty glass, Ghoul softly reached out and stopped her hand. She had a stick of 200 credits in the palm that she handed the waitress.

            “My friend has appeared to have gotten lost and I wouldn’t mind some extra company tonight. I promise I don’t bite.” A weary expression appeared on the waitress’ face at first but when she saw the amount of the credits that weariness seemed to be persuaded away. The woman’s demeanor changed and she started to pick up what Ghoul was putting down.

            “I don’t know how my boss would feel about ignoring my duties tonight but I might be able to get out of it.” The woman then lightly traced her finger on Ghoul’s hand before spinning away to go get her another and clear her schedule for the night. Ghoul watched her leave and as if the waitress knew she slowly rocked her hips side to side as she walked away, possibly earning more credits out of Ghoul’s pocket that night.

            The music rocked the bar and it seemed like tonight was going to be a bit more freelance than anticipated. Ghoul could only assume Sam was outside of the club still trying to get away from the scene and a part of her respected it even if she had every intention of participating in it. The waitress finally came back with her drink but this time instead of placing it on the counter and walking away she leaned her back side onto Ghoul and made herself comfortable. Ghoul wasted no time to gently place her hands on the woman’s hips and as she brought her lips to her ears, she made sure to release a soft warm breath that would run down her neck.

            “Welcome back. I am already feeling myself becoming less-.” Ghoul’s hands greedily ran up the sides of her curves and back down to her lovely thighs. “Lonely. Do I get a name for tonight or should I make one up?” She watched as the now off duty waitress responded to the touch of her hands.

            “Rosalia.” She responded to Ghoul as she turned her head to look back at her. The two of them were extremely close now and Ghoul was ready to let their bodies connect more.

            “Well, Rosalia, let’s go dance.” Ghoul hopped off of her bar stool in a way that wouldn’t have pushed Rosalia too much and lifted her hand to twirl her. One of the few ways to enchant a woman, Ghoul had learned, was to bring them an experience that was unique to who she was, or pretended to be in that moment. Tonight, Rosalia was going to receive charm but also greedy passion and from what Ghoul could tell as she watched her work around the bar tonight the woman craved to be longed for. She led Rosalia towards the dance floor where the crowd was the thickest. The bodies around them forced them to be as close to possible to one another but that was no issue for Ghoul. She let Rosalia take the lead at first to become accustomed to her body grinding against hers before she took over with her hands and soon her mouth. The dips Rosalia would do against Ghoul were always rewarded with a slight smack on the ass or a nip on her ear. She didn’t have to say a word but direct the beautiful girl’s hands where she wanted them to be. The dancing felt everlasting but, in a way, where time stopped still. Ghoul’s own neediness was starting to show while she groped Rosalina’s breasts as if her hands wanted to consume them and the way her hips bucked in sync with her dance partners. The flame of lust was boiling in her veins and a part of her was willing to take her right on the dance floor in front of all the other patrons but she knew Rosalia would object unfortunately. So she stuck with teasing, squeezes on the thighs, hands sneaking up the sides of her dress and cupping her ass, bite marks when Rosalia’s back fell into her.              “Are you ready to find a room yet or do we need more time?” Ghoul whispered in a sultry tone while her hands found themselves up the side’s of Rosalia’s dress.

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

Erin, my friend, I think the world needs specifically Kiki/Jackae with "My flight was canceled and I went home to find my ex cheating on me, so now I'm at this pub"

Max, my friend, you are absolutely correct.

I'm doing this one first since this doesn't technically take place during the holiday season. So use your imagination for when this takes place, since it's a prequel to Squirrel's Trip.

Read on ao3

"My flight got canceled, so I went home to find my husband cheating on me with my brother, so now I'm here at this pub."

Kiki stared at her friend blankly as Jackae took another swig of pinot grigio after her rambled speech. All she was planning was to just say hi and then go back to dinner with her family, but now she's in an impromptu therapy session.

Kiki took a deep breath, "Okay, can you start from the beginning? Because that was a lot for me to take in after sitting through my kid's soccer game."

Jackae nodded as she put her empty wine glass down on the bar. "I was supposed to go to my old coworker's wedding, but they're having bad weather in Calgary, so the flight got canceled and they didn't have anything until tomorrow," she explained as she took a quick break to eat a fry from her plate before continuing.

"I texted my husband to let him know what happened and I was getting a ride home from Grace. He never texted me back, and I found him in our bed with my brother. So I screamed at them to get out of my house, and now I'm here." she shrugged apathetically.

"Wow, Jackae. That's...that's a lot." Kiki said. She wasn't sure how else to comfort her friend. " I'm sorry to hear that." she put a comforting hand on Jackae's shoulder.

The other woman shrugged, "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now." The bartender refilled her wine glass as she took a sip of the provided water. "It kinda feels like I should have known it was coming, but it just came out of nowhere."

Kiki tried to sit up a little straighter, hoping to appear more like the put-together friend that Jackae needed right now. "Well if there's anything that you need, just let me know. I'm here for you right now," she said, taking a glance at her family at the table across the dining room.

Her husband was staring at the waitress's cleavage and her sons were still stuffing their faces of the chicken strips they ordered. She didn't think they needed her right now.

Jackae hopped off the bar stool and took another quick sip of wine. "I need to pee, I'll be right back," she said before navigating her way to the restrooms.

With her friend gone, Kiki looked around at the pub around her. Families and groups of friends were all chatting and eating, giving life to an otherwise mundane weekday evening.

Kiki felt so busy keeping up with her kid's extracurricular activities and sports games. All that and keeping up with making sure her husband is happy and all the staff is paid, she never gets a chance to have any time out with her friends.

She watched the mounted television in the corner of the room that was playing a hockey game. The channel went on a commercial break, showing different ads for upcoming shows and restaurant specials. But the last commercial that played was the one that attracted much more of her attention.

"Come stay with us at the Golden Beaver Resort! Here we have invigorating pilates classes, a relaxing spa, daily black-and-white parties, and trips on a private yacht! Rooms are booking up fast, so call now for a special rate. The Golden Beaver Resort LLC is not responsible for any causes of injury, death, or infidelity that may occur on our properties. Rooms booked through third-party sellers may not be eligible for a full refund. We'll see you there!"

The commercial had lively instrumental music, and attractive looking actors as guests and staff members. The resort looked beautiful, with private lake access and spacious rooms. Then she had thought of the perfect thing that her heartbroken friend needed, how she can help.

As Kiki ignored the last part of the commercial, she excitedly spotted Jackae coming back from the restrooms. She had the perfect idea that was going to help not just Jackae, but all her friends.

"I know what you need!" she said while beaming a smile as Jackae got back onto the barstool.

"What's that? A divorce?" she asked as she settled back on the chair, picking up her glass again.

"No, you need-" Kiki stopped herself for a moment, "Well, that too since your husband is a cheating asshole. But you need a vacation!"

Jackae looked away from her wine glass and stared at Kiki after hearing her suggestion, "I just caught my husband cheating on me and you are telling me to just go on a vacation?"

"Well, yeah I am suggesting that," Kiki said, trying to defend her recommendation. "Dwelling on this isn't going to make the problem go away. Maybe spending some time away could help you relax."

Jackae tilted her head in thought, "It's not an awful idea, but who would go on a vacation with a miserable divorcee like me?"

"I'll go." Kiki immediately said. "And we can see if Amber and Ronnie are free. I'm sure Grace won't say no to planning our trip, either," she added.

"Huh," Jackae said as she thought for a moment. "I guess we can also invite my sister too so she can have a break from her fabulous life," she said sarcastically.

"Oooh! Jill would love to go too!" Kiki excitedly said, completely missing Jackae's sarcasm. "I'll call everyone in the morning, this is going to be the best vacation ever!" she waved goodbye to her friend as she went back to her family as her husband paid the bill.

Kiki could hardly contain her excitement for the rest of the night. She wanted to give Jackae the vacation she deserved, and nothing was going to stop her from this trip becoming a total disaster.

[sawyermarshall]

INTRODUCING...

full name — sawyer marshall

faceclaim — grace van patten

gender & pronouns —cis woman, she/her

age — 27

birthday — june 30th, 1997

occupation — barista at latte love

neighborhood — weaver ridge

length of time in blue harbor — has been visiting in the summers since she was eight; recently moved here about a week ago.

trigger warnings: addiction, alcohol addiction, alcohol abuse, abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, drugs, drug addiction, drug overdose, overdose, death

biography.

sawyer marshall was the product of a one night stand.

her mother left shortly after the little girl was born and her father went downhill the older she got, turning to the bottle.

as she got older, she became more and more independent, did her best not to upset her father and stayed out of his way.

but the independence came with nitpicking, her father constantly pointed out things she did wrong around the house, it had gotten to the point where she did everything she could to barely be at home.

which meant spending a lot of time with the family next door, the boy there became one of her best friends and his mom tucked her under her wing as if she was one of her own.

and that meant going to their summer home in blue harbor every summer with them.

she always lied to go, telling them her father was fine with it while telling her father she was going to summer camp.

that first summer is where she met him, dante kidd, the boy who became the other half of her.

every summer after that was something she looked forward too, desperately needed.

yet when she was sixteen, it became different with the boy next door. he developed feelings and because she was too scared to lose her escape, she agreed to be with him but that first summer as a couple would change her aspect on what love really is.

it was the summer she lost her virginity to dante.

they never talked about it again, which was fine with her because having him in her life was better than not having him at all.

when she was eighteen, she found out the night before she was supposed to leave for the summer that her father wasn't actually her father.

the night ended with a black eye and her suitcase packed.

she broke up with the boy next door and fled to Chicago in hopes to find the answers she was looking for.

it took another five years years to track down her mom so she took up a few jobs as a bartender and a waitress to live on her own.

when she finally tracked her down, she showed up at her mom's place to find out she had an entire other family and she left sawyer because she didn't want her husband to know she had a kid when they spilt up for a while.

it's when she goes to one of dante's shows, knowing she just needs to see him. that night he asks her to go to LA and she does.

for about two years, she is living the LA lifestyle with dante closer than ever. she keeps her feelings at bay because being around him means more to her than her feelings.

one day, her sister calls her and basically gives her the "I just found out about you can we meet up" of course, she is excited and says yes.

little does she know it's going to be the worst mistake of her life, to get along with her sister, Sawyer starts partying harder than she used to.

it takes her down a bad path where she's spending more nights high than sober but all she can think of is at least her sister wants to be with her.

she stays for a year in that haze, until 5 months ago when she wakes up one morning and finds everything gone and a note that tells her she shouldn't be so gullible.

she finds out where dante's next show is going to be and heads out immediately to be around because he's the only person who could make this better.

when she gets there, she sees him in the embrace of another woman, knowing she has no one to blame by herself for not being honest about what she really wanted.

she goes back to chicago and finds herself back in that dark hole along with the guy who used to deal it to her.

they start casually seeing each other for a few months, getting high and such.

until dante calls about mawmaw in which sawyer immediately packs up her stuff and goes to blue harbor.

then a couple of weeks ago she tells him she has to go quit her jobs, get out of her lease and the rest of her stuff.

when she goes to end stuff with her dealer, he asks for one more night.

all she knows is waking up in the hospital the next morning with the doctors telling her she's lucky to be alive.

she called dante and told him she had to get out of chicago and what she had truly been up to.

all she can hope is the new fresh start will get her back on the right path.

[triplesilverstar]

A meeting you aren’t impressed with

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI 

Pairing: Knives X F!Reader

CW: Dom/Sub undertones, Bar setting

Word count: Roughly 1.3K

A/N: Chapter fifteen of the series, A first time meeting a man that would change everything you knew about your little world

The first time you met Mr. Knives Saverem you had to admit he was as attractive as all the bar gossip said he was. With his pale blond hair that was almost platinum, sharp facial features, and broad build showing he worked out or had one excellent tailor. Given he had money you suspected it was the latter, a well tailored suit could hide a lot of things. One thing would always stick out in your mind, those teal eyes of his, while they had a color you didn’t see often it had been the intelligence that had drawn your attention.

For you, it was a normal night at the Flux. Dressed in your usual bartender uniform with your dress slack, button up vest, white dress shirt and black tie, a pair of flats encasing your feet, and your hair tied back in a bun. Calla expected perfection and since you had turned 21 you tried your best to embody that perfection. 

When you showed up for work and went into Calla’s office you were handed an envelope while the two of you made small talk about how the rest of your week had gone so far. Laughing as Calla made a few comments about the nature of men that you found hilarious, sending her a small wave before heading down to the back room to finish getting ready. 

On a night like tonight there would be four of you on, three of you each had a similar envelope and once far enough away from Calla’s office you opened the envelope. Reading the instructions. Table five. Cabernet Sauvignon. Simple enough. 

Once at the bar, you simply find out which waitress or waiter is covering that section of the floor for the night. It doesn’t take long to become busy, Flux does fill up fast on a night like this and booze flows quickly from the bar. 

As you work, Anya comes up to the bar with an order from table five, and it contains the Cabernet Sauvignon order. Using your fingers to signal Franie that your order is up you start mixing the drinks watching as an excuse is made for Anya to be sent into the kitchen so you can deliver the drinks. Grabbing the other two drinks as well as the wine glass and placing them on the tray steps careful on your way to the table. The three men sitting around the booth were all serious and you had seen them in passing before, then again if you were making a delivery they probably had been to the bar more then once before. 

“Good evening gentleman. My apologies, we are busy tonight and your waitress was pulled away. No reason for your drinks to be delayed after being made however.” Face neutral as you took in each of their faces in turn. Not a one of them fazed by your comment. “Gin and tonic?” As the blue haired man nods you place the glass in front of him. “Lemon drop?” The thin immaculately dressed blond haired man, or were they a woman? Either way you place their drink in front of them. “Which means this glass of wine must be yours sir?” Placing the glass and napkin directly in front of the final man, and when you looked into his eyes something in your chest froze. Damn. He was handsome. 

“A glass of Cabernet Sauvignon?” His voice cuts through you like a knife, crisp and clear, he’s used to giving orders that he expects to be obeyed. 

“Of course, that’s what you ordered sir.” Raising a single eyebrow at him as you tuck the tray against your side. “I hope you all enjoy your evening at Flux.” 

Turning to leave and head back to the bar his voice makes you freeze. “Are you certain you aren’t forgetting something?” Inside you’re grinning, he has had these types of deliveries before. 

“Sir. I guarantee if you look closely you’ll find everything you ordered.” Turning your head just enough to look down your nose at him before you return to the bar and slide the tray back to it’s place on the bar. 

Well aware as the night goes on that Knives Saverem has been staring at you since you dropped off his parties drinks. You aren’t stupid. You know exactly who he is, all the more reason to remain tight lipped, then again. Staying tight lipped is one of the reasons you’ve been the longest serving female bartender at Flux. 

Knives had been to Flux more than once, anyone who wanted information in this city only had one option. Calla. The harsh woman, that upon first meeting seemed like a normal nightclub owner who was used to dealing with the entitled elites. Anyone that knew anything about the underworld however could easily tell, just under the surface of her image was a woman who would gladly put a bullet in your brain and one in your chest with no second thoughts. 

He found the woman to be more than tolerable, but it was obvious she was sharp and it made sense that she was in her position. It also made sense how she ran both of her businesses. With the precision of a surgeon slicing away unwanted tissue. 

The first few times Knives had engaged her services he’d found the delivery method rather clever. It also left all parties with an out if anyone was on to how the information was passed from Calla to her customers. 

So tonight. He had been surprised. When the young woman appeared he thought she was another waitress when he saw the tray until she spoke. A practiced lie that was far more convincing then some of the others he had heard thus far to explain why the bartenders were dropping off drinks. Her voice and expression remained neutral and polite as she placed the drinks, and he noticed her hands. They were steady, and the nails were clean of any polish, perfectly trimmed and shaped. She knew the value of those hands and took care of them. 

When he caught her eye he noticed something else, all throughout the exchange everything gave the impression of bland disinterest. Except her eyes. Her eyes were intelligent, and her real feelings hidden behind a thin veneer of disinterest. A bartender who doubled as a distraction. 

After she placed his drink and started walking away he was annoyed. Where was his micro sd with his information? As he spoke he didn’t bother to hide the disdain in his voice, she might put on a good facade but she clearly didn’t know how to deliver anything. 

“Sir. I guarantee if you look closely you’ll find everything you ordered.” Something about the way she spoke to him, sent a line of fire straight to his cock. No one had ever spoken to him in such a way before when he questioned them. Even the way she looked at him made something deep inside of him churn. As she continued on her way to the bar he checked his drink and noticed it. The slightest fold in the napkin the glass had been placed on instead of a coaster, his micro sd held in a plastic case. He hadn’t even seen her place the case within the napkin or place it on the table. 

The rest of the night he watched her, and noticed a few things that intrigued him. The largest being she didn’t seem even vaguely interested in gossiping. The next had been when Calla herself made an appearance and the mask of disinterest disappeared while speaking to the older woman. Calla. Did not have favorites. Which meant she meant more to Calla than the older woman let on. As he and Legato rose to leave, the micro sd card tucked inside his breast pocket, Elendira choosing to remain behind, he gave one short order. “Find out who that bartender is.” 

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[sapphic-swiftie13]

The voice of an angel

The day couldn't have ended any sooner. You pushed the doors of your favourite bar open and walked straight to your regular spot. From the black leather sofa that you sat in you could see the bartender handing out drinks to the other regular customers you usually would observe.

You'd see how some people would leave with a stranger, or how the unlucky ones would walk out nearly tripping on solid ground, because of the alcohol flowing in their veins.

It didn't take long before one of the waitresses walked up to your table to ask you what you were ordering, and you picked the usual, a Manhattan.

The little corner you sat in was quite cosy, the interior was warm and welcoming. The floor and walls both made from walnut wood, and two bookshelves as partition walls between the other two tables beside yours, giving you some privacy.

From where you sat you could also see the little stage. It wasn't much, just a barstool and a mic stand, some amplifiers and of course the microphone. Normally it would be left alone since no one here could sing well or play an instrument for that matter. 

There had been nights where the overly drunk people had sung karaoke, and then proceeded to fall off the stage making everyone else laugh, and the occasional amateur stand up wannabes, but it hadn't been concerts, or just someone pulling out their guitar to play a song for the small audience. So, you could say the microphone used to be alone.

To your surprise, the microphone wasn't going to be lonely tonight, with a sad light shining down on it, like a reminder of how it was mostly just used as decoration. The waitress came back to you balancing a tray with ease, balancing both the drink and a lighter on it. She put the tray down, moved the drink to the table, and lit the candle. she disappeared like she always would after flashing you a smile.

After a few sips, the bell rung when the door opened. That was something you enjoyed, watching the people that would come and go throughout the evening. You got to see people relax after a long day, or a long week, or even a hard month or year. It gives peace to see others that also try to find comfort in a cold beer and good conversations with strangers. One evening might be meaningless to you, but it could be everything for the other person.

Or you could meet someone that you would never see again after that one encounter, or you could meet someone that would stick by your side until the very end. You never know which one you'd end up with until the night is over, and that's the beauty of it.

The woman that walked in was tall, had blond hair that reached down to her chest.

She talked to the bar owner for a few seconds then she walked out, leaving you with a feeling of disappointment. It didn't take long before she walked in again, this time with a guitar case, with a guitar in it obviously, and a black purse. You put two and two together and you understood she had asked for permission to perform on the little lonely stage, and of course the bar owner said yes. She would either be good, or she'd suck, and everyone would get to laugh about it afterwards, either way it was free entertainment, so it would be straight up stupid to say no to her.

As she made her way to the stage you couldn't help but notice the way her hips would sway with each step she took. Her outfit displaying her beautiful legs that she wasn't afraid to show off. She grabbed the microphone confidently and pulled it higher and shook her head to get her hair out of her face, revealing her gorgeous ocean eyes that looked out at the audience.

She wasn't nervous, or afraid, she was bold. That woman knew how to pull an audience in without even opening her mouth. Everyone's conversations turned into silence, and everyone focused on the woman that took the stage. 

Then finally she let go of the microphone, sat down on the stool, and took one final look at all the people that were waiting in anticipation before she then started playing a tune on her guitar. Her fingers ran over the strings like clockwork as she smiled with the spotlight shining on her face like starlight. Then she finally opened her mouth.

"I walked through the door with you"

"The air was cold"

"But something about it felt like home somehow"

She was grinning like the devil even though she had the voice of an angel. She looked out at the audience, and at the bar where the bar owner gave her a thumbs up before she then redirected her gaze out to the ones sitting by the window.

Then her gaze once again shifted, her eyes finally landed on you. It was hard to stop yourself from smiling when you enjoyed the show so much.

Her stare lingered on you, and you couldn't take your eyes off her.

"And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more"

"And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all"

Her lyrics were good. It was like she was telling a story; it wasn't just a meaningless song, but something you could relate to.

The guitar string scars on her hand, and the rough fingertips of her slender fingers running up and down the strings as she sung her soul out was something you paid close attention to.

"You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed"

"And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team"

"You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me"

The spotlight caught her figure perfectly. Legs practically shining, blue eyes gazing out, red plumped lips and fingers that didn't slow down at all.

There was something about her that you couldn't quite pinpoint.

It could be how her blue eyes shined, or how much her voice gave you peace, or maybe it was the combination of those things that stole your focus.

"'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night"

"We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light"

"Down the stairs, I was there"

"I remember it all too well, yeah"

She was hard to solve. She was bottling up her emotions, but at the same time she poured them out.

It was hard to explain. She was hard to explain. She looked perfect, ethereal almost.

The light hit her head from behind, making her golden hair light up like a halo.

"And maybe we got lost in translation"

"Maybe I asked for too much"

"But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'till you tore it all up"

Her alluring face was all you thought about as you looked her up and down. How could someone be drop-dead gorgeous just playing a guitar, that was something you couldn't wrap your head around.

"And you call me up again just to break me like a promise"

"So casually cruel in the name of being honest"

"I'm a crumpled-up piece of paper lying here"

"'Cause I remember it all, all, all, too well"

She looked so full of emotion as she sung. Like someone broken waiting for someone else to fix them. Helpless and screaming out for someone to listen, and to see them.

It was sad, it was raw, but damn it was good. She wasn't acting, she was real, brutal and honest.

"Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it"

"I'd like to be my old self again"

"But I'm still trying to find it"

It was a weird change to see the crowd quiet for once. Everyone staring, nearly gawking at the stranger that just happened to walk in. In this moment you thought you were lucky, but that might not describe it good enough.

"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week"

"'Cause it reminds you of innocence"

"And it smells like me"

"You can't get rid of it"

"'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah"

Your gaze shifted from her face to her hands and legs, her attractiveness was hard to ignore.

You imagined her to be soft, yet rough.

Maybe rougher on the outside, than she was on the inside, like she was putting up a front, but then yet again breaking the wall down when she sung.

"'Cause there we are again when I loved you so"

"Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known"

"It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well"

She'd sometimes steal glances at you, maybe she thought it was strange that you sat alone in the corner, all by yourself with just a drink and a candle to keep you company. Even so, she still looked at you, and that was all that mattered.

"Wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all"

"Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all"

"It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well"

Sadly, the song came to an end.

You could listen to her sing forever, and you wouldn't complain. As she thanked the crowd and put her guitar down in her guitar case you ordered her a drink. It didn't take long before the blonde woman looked around the room confused when the waitress gave her the whiskey and walked away.

"Excuse me, I didn't order this!" she said to the waitress that left her to walk behind the counter.

"I know... but she did," she informed the singer as she pointed to the sofa you sat in. Soon enough you heard high heels clicking on the wooden floor, coming closer with each step.

She didn't stop, or slow down, and after a few seconds she was standing right in front of your table.

"You ordered this for me?" she asked with eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, I did," you answered slightly nervous since the beautiful stranger was being so close to you.

"Well... thank you," she said as she put her guitar down. Soon enough she sat down beside you, and slowly sipped her whiskey.

"Are you new in town?" you asked the blonde woman as her lips curved into a smile.

"Why do you ask?" she asked back, answering your question with a question of her own. Her fingertips started tapping her glass, and now you could really see how nice her hands looked.

Slim fingers, nails painted black, they looked so soft, but they were rough from scars from the guitar strings.

"I'm curious... I haven't seen you around before," you answered her truthfully and proceeded to take a sip from your own cocktail.

"Well, I'm staying at the hotel on the other side of the road, so yeah you're right, I'm new here... was it so obvious?" she asked you as she leaned back into the sofa.

"No one around here is as pretty as you, so yes, it was obvious, the moment I knew was when you walked in," you complimented her, and you watched her closely as she smiled. "You're not so bad either," she said and gave you a smirk.

"Did you write the song you just performed?" you asked her and noticed how her eyes lit up. "Yeah! I did, but not all on my own though... It's called All Too Well, but you probably figured that out already," the stranger answered honestly.

"Damn, that relationship must've ended badly..." you jokingly said and laughed. It didn't take long before she laughed with you.

"You could say that again!" she said as she was grinning at you, looking back at the relationship that only left her with heartbreak, but a great song in the end.

"Him and I, we are never ever getting back together," she informed you as she let out a chuckle.

Then she just sat there looking at you, observing you like you'd observe the crowd.

"Fuck it..." she muttered under her breath.

"Do you want to get out of here?" she asked and bit her lip, patiently waiting for you to make up your mind.

You were right, the woman was bold, and you were sure as hell going to take the risk of going with her. Not knowing where the night could lead you, she grabbed your hand and pulled you of the sofa, picked up her guitar and purse, then you followed her out of the bar.

As you looked back you saw all the others smiling at you, winking, and practically teasing you even though they all wanted to be in your shoes, walking behind the gorgeous stranger. You put your arm around her, and you crossed the street.

Soon enough you were in the lobby of the hotel, then you followed her like a lost puppy up to her room. When both of you had walked in, she put her guitar down on the floor. Then she spun you around and kissed you, you had foreseen this, but the taste of her lips was something else.

She turned away to hang her jacket up resulting in you pouting.

"Come back... Be here," you said as you stepped towards her, putting your arms around her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. She slowly started to undress you, as your lips were still intertwined.

You pushed her onto the bed and straddled her lap. Taking in her scent as your lips found her neck, you hungrily sucked until she'd let out a quiet, low moan.

"Wait, how old are you?" the stunning woman asked as she pulled away, staring you down. "I'm 22," you answered as you saw the worry in her face disappear.

"I knew you were trouble. But damn, thank God, got scared there for a second," she said as she smiled into a kiss she initiated. Her slowly undressing you, hands running up and down your body was like a state of grace.

It would be treacherous of her if she stopped, and she eventually did.

"Wait here... I'll be right back," she said as she carefully pushed you off her lap only to grab her purse in a hurry and disappear into the other room.

You sat half naked on the bed dumbfoundedly wondering if you did something wrong, if she had changed her mind and didn't have the courage to tell you, or if it was something else. She closed the door, and you couldn't figure out what was happening behind the wall, still sitting on the bed you started worrying if she was upset, and if you should just leave.

When you were tapping your foot on the floor nervously just waiting for her to come out and ask you to leave, was when the door opened to reveal a perfectly fine woman with a big smile, no sign of tears or anything.

"Do you want me to leave? Did you change your mind?" you asked as the worry you felt nearly choked your words.

"No, no. I just had to fix something..." she informed you as she took off her top in front of you.

"But you left, I thought that everything has changed, and that you changed your mind," you answered slightly relieved by the calmness in her voice and the fact that she just had taken off a piece of clothing.

"We can begin again if you want to, babe," she requested as she sat down beside you on the bed.

"Anything is fine by me... I just want you to be comfortable!" you said as you stared her down. Unsure of what was going on in that beautiful mind of hers.

"I'll be the most comfortable when you get your ass on my lap again, hun," she said and her arms found your waist, grabbing a hold of your sides, trying to get you close to her again. 

"Can I kiss you again?" she asked once you were settled on her lap like before. You nodded at her question, and instantly her lips met yours. Her tongue gently caressing your own, her hands wandering all over your body, rough fingertips tracing your soft skin making you shiver.

Soon enough you pulled back and got off her lap, only to drag her skirt down her stunning legs. That's when you saw it, the only thing she was wearing was her lace bra, and a strap-on belt. You pulled your own panties off, like she must have done in the other room in order for her to put the belt on.

Crawling onto the bed only to sit down on one of her thighs, placing your knee close to her core, starting to slowly grind until you felt spikes of pleasure rupture between your own thighs. Then you heard it, a humming sound.

At first you didn't quite understand where it was coming from, but from the look of the blonde's face it was clear, she was receiving pleasure too. Getting wetter from the friction you had gotten from her thigh you put your arms around her neck, pushing yourself higher up, and closer to her.

Then you gently touched the belt with your knee, the vibrations coming from inside it made you sure of what she had hidden in the little pocket on it.

You pushed your knee even more, making her put one hand on the mattress to hold herself up and the other arm snaked around your waist pulling you even closer, your hands traced down her back, fondling with her bra and you got it off with ease.

Her breasts fell, and immediately you started to suck on one of her nipples and then fondled with the other one, giving both of them the same attention, resulting in her moaning, not even trying to silence herself.

Grinding up and down chasing your release. Your knee hit the vibrator making her close her eyes every time too much pressure was put on her clit. Just by looking at her getting closer to reaching her own climax got you more turned on. She was truly hot as she was starting to shake under you, making the pleasure you felt grow stronger each time her thigh hit your bundle of nerves just right.

Your knee never leaving the vibrator, but instead putting even more pressure on the vibrator that was sending the most wonderful vibrations to her throbbing and sensitive clit you started to fondle with her irresistible breasts, so she finally came and dug her nails into your back. You slowly withdrew your knee letting her ride out her orgasm and catch her breath.

Before you could react, she was taking off your bra and fondling with your breasts and pulled you closer, forcing you to grind on her. Then she went from kissing and sucking on your breasts to kissing her way up your chest, to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot until you moaned directly in her ear.

Her trail of sloppy kisses went even further up, until her lips found yours, she was swallowing your moans as she rocked your hips up and down, gradually rocking you faster.

When you started to tremble and was unable to kiss her back, she held around you and let you drop your head into the nape of her neck.

"Fuck..." you whispered quietly as you came, your arms clinging to her, not wanting to let go of the desirable woman that just made you reach your climax. When you had gotten down from your high you gently pushed her down until she was laying on her back.

Since she hadn't turned the vibrator off you knew she was trying to chase another orgasm, and that it probably wasn't too far away either. But she was most likely not able to reach climax with just the vibrator now, so you swiftly spread her legs and got in-between them.

Kissing the inside of her thighs, making her legs close by instinct since she needed you closer.

She cradled your face with her strong thighs and started to grind forward into your face. Seconds later you spread her legs, denying her the friction she was longing for.

"You're getting desperate. Cute," you reached a hand to her hip, cradling it a second before hooking the strap off, throwing it to the side. Her eyes flew open, and she whimpered at the loss of friction.

You mocked her teasingly and used one finger to tease her folds.

"You're really wet too..." you said as you softly took her hand and made her touch herself. Once her ravishing hand was wet you directed it to your mouth, looking down at her blushing red cheeks you sucked her fingers clean, savouring the feeling of her fingertips on your tongue.

Her craving grew larger as her soaked cunt wasn't getting any attention, and she didn't need to speak for you to know she was close to giving you a pout for waiting and delaying stimulating her.

Giving in and hearing her moan as your tongue started to give her the pleasure she ached for was probably the best decision you ever made. You didn't stop to tease her any more than you already had done, and she grabbed your hair pulling you even closer.

Soon enough her legs were trying to cradle your face again, but you knew if she got the chance, she would probably suffocate you so you held them down until all she could do was shake and moan.

You made her reach her climax by swirling your tongue around her clit, hitting every nerve. She was all over your mouth and chin, and you moved away from in-between her thighs to lying beside her, only for her to grab the sides of your face to kiss you lovingly.

She could taste herself on your lips and tongue, resulting in her smiling then chuckling when she had pulled away. "I'm surprised you don't have a girl at home..." you blurted out without thinking.

"Well, if you give me some time, maybe you'll be just that."