#if he went in to kiss you on the neck like that why TF would to stop him bridget

[urfavlarry]

SBG characters getting caught making out with their s/o

warnings: making out, bad grammar, swearing

A/N: If you haven’t read part I, go read that as well!! :D and also if you want a part III with any other characters i’ll make one (I won’t do Logan cuz tbh I think he just wouldn’t do that kind of stuff)

Part I Part II

Ben Clark

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Yall would be at his house in his room when Aiden just randomly barges in cuz Aiden is just wild

You would have to be the one to initiate the make out probably cuz I believe he’s pretty shy when doing these things

You would guide him but once he gets it it’s like he is EXPERIENCED

Heaven fr

You would have music in the background

I really think ben would be into like System of a down or korn

You wouldn’t hear him over the music so um that would he a bit awkward

Ben would probably notice and quickly pull away

You would just look at Aiden with a pissed expression and flip him off haha

Yall would NOT be doing that ever again (at least not at his house)

Ashlyn Banner

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Yall would definitely not get caught tbh

She had great hearing after all

She would hear the person coming 5 minutes early HAHA

Would just go and lock the door like “bitch you ain’t disturbing me and my s/o”

Let’s say she didn’t have her super hearing and blah blah blah yeah how would that go?

She would yell at the person tbh and then she would just huff when they leave and ramble to you on how stupid that person is

“I swear some people need to learn how to knock like it’s a great invention.”

“Calm down honey it’s—”

“Don’t fucking honey me.”

“You know you love it.”

tsundere-ish type

IDK WHY SHE JUST GIVES THAT KIND OF VIBEEE

Would definitely be at least a bit of embarrassed

Just give her some kisses and call her pet names I believe she would melt haha

Barron

(if anyone knows his last name let me know)

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OKAY YALL HEAR ME OUT

Ik he bullies Logan but his design is just 🙏🛐

On my knees fr (i might have a type)

Anyway! You guys would be somewhere at the arcade with his friends probably and he would just call you to the back of the arcade where ppl smoke

He would flirt with you sm, kissing from your forehead, down to your jawline and then neck

Tbh I think he would be a bit experienced with this shit

Would be a pretty good kisser like a solid 8/10

Would fr pin you against a wall and all that kind of shit when one of his friends wanted to go smoke and saw you guys

Barron would fr kiss you deeper like he ain’t ashamed of you tf

Would just flip the guy off while kissing you

His friend knew better then to stay and quickly went back inside, deciding it was a good day to save his lungs LMAO

“Barron um, he.. kind of saw us?”

“What? Am I not allowed to make out with my s/o?”

“But I thought you—”

“I’m not ashamed of you, you’re gorgeous~ Let them be jealous.”

Barron you fucking bi—

He would rub it in when you guys come back to the group

He have your hand in his or a hand on your waist

Would kiss your cheek in front of his friends (would fr be smirking at the mf that interrupted you)

Just Barron doing Barron things

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[strawberrysturniolo]

never grow up part six

summary: chris spends one last night with sunny before going back to LA. once he's there, rumors spiral about him and other girls, forcing another meaningful phone call. part five part seven

Chris left my apartment, packed the last of his things, and stopped at my place one more time before leaving for LA. 

He actually spent the night. 

I kissed him goodnight, the silly goodnight kiss on the cheek I have given him every sleepover since we were kids. 

“Give me one real one,” he said, pleading with me. 

“I can’t, Chris.”

“Why not?” he asked, his voice quiet, even though we were the only ones in the room. “You kissed me earlier today.”

“I know, but then we agreed that we shouldn’t do anything more right now,” I reminded him. “If I can’t be with you, I don’t think we should kiss.”

He sat up, letting the covers fall, his bare chest on display. I had to force myself not to stare at his skin, his necklace laid out over his collarbones making it terribly difficult. 

“I’m gonna be gone for two months, Sunny,” he said. “Please.”

It’s hard to say no to him. I knew I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let myself fall into him when I knew it would hurt me. The worst part is, he isn’t trying to hurt me, and I don’t want to hurt him, but the result of our actions doom us, and the only thing that will come out of it is pain. 

But when he holds my chin in his fingers, I’m willing to risk everything, just like I did before.

I kiss him, and I kiss him hard. 

He melted into me first, then he was trying to fight with me for dominance. 

His hand cupped my face, and in seconds he was on top of me, just like he was before he left and we lost everything. It was like we were picking up right where we left off. 

He pressed himself down into me, a whimper of desperation leaving my lips. He listened to every cry of pleasure I made as he continued to touch me. I held onto him for dear life, begging him to never let go. 

We had sex again that night. 

We slept in the same bed, naked the entire night, holding onto each other. 

His alarm woke us the next morning.

“Babe.”

I smiled at the name, my eyes opening to find him dressing himself. 

“Listen to me,” he said, holding my face in his hands. “I don’t know when we’re going to be together, but it’s going to happen. Just please, please promise me that you will make yourself happy. I just want you to be happy, okay? And if that means you’re with someone else–” he stopped himself and took a breath. “I’m going to be really happy for you. But if he’s a piece of shit, I’m going to beat the shit out of him.” 

I breathed out a laugh. He gave me a look as if he was assuring me that he was fully serious. “I promise.” I watched him finish dressing himself, silencing lingering between us. “I love you,” I told him. 

He kissed my forehead and said, “I know, Sunshine.” He smiled at me, the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. “I love you too.”

He kissed me over and over again, promising that he would be with me someday. I watched him leave my room, and I listened for the front door to close, and I turned over, facing the ceiling as the tears started to spill out. 

I turned over, grabbing my phone to wish him a safe flight, when I felt a chill on my neck.

The necklace he wore over here was now around my own neck, the pendant resting on my chest. 

I don’t know when he put it on me, but it was mine now, and it was a memory of our last night before he went back to LA. 

me: text me when you land

chris: Getting our bags from the claim now. Gonna go back home and do some work. If I don’t respond fast that’s why.

chris: I miss you

me: i miss you too. thank u for the necklace

me: when did you even get it on me lol

chris: You were knocked tf out lmao

chris: Don’t take it off

chris: But remember what I said

me: what am i supposed to say if a guy asks about my necklace?

chris: It was a gift

chris: Gotta go

chris: Love you

me: i love you too

– 

I tried to put myself out there. I really did.

I couldn’t focus on anyone other than Chris. It wasn’t fair to any guy for me to pretend like my childhood best friend wasn’t the only thing on my mind.

Chris and I were texting more than ever since he moved to LA. Everything was so perfect. I couldn’t give myself to someone else when I knew he was what I wanted. 

We stayed up late on FaceTime, laughing like kids who were up past their bedtime. It was obvious everything was different between us in the best way. 

When people would ask me if I was single, it was the hardest question to answer. I was, but I didn’t want to start being with someone else, knowing what I felt for him. It wasn’t fair to anyone involved. 

I was with my friends at a bar when I saw Chris and another girl photographed together. 

It popped up on my phone and I couldn’t pull myself away from it. 

I knew he was friends with a lot of girls. I was never worried about it. 

This just seemed different.

I put my phone face down. 

Every time I heard it vibrate, I looked.

I put it on do not disturb, and even then, I couldn’t keep myself from looking away.

I shoved my phone in my back pocket, trying to distract myself with more drinks. 

I felt like I was failing him by being upset about these pictures. He wanted us to try to be with other people until we could be together, but how was I supposed to be with someone if I was telling myself I was supposed to be with Chris?

Later in the night, my phone rang in my pocket. Whoever it was, clearly was trying to reach me, because they got through the do not disturb setting on my phone. 

It was Chris.

Without thinking, I declined the call. I tucked the phone back into my pocket and started playing with my necklace – Chris’ necklace. 

My phone rang again.

I wasn’t in the position to talk right now, not to him. I was drunk, trying to sober up with food and water, but I was definitely still tipsy.

chris: Answer the phone

He called again, and this time I answered. 

“Don’t look online–”

“Too late,” I say.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear. We went to an event, we were talking, and it was innocent, really. The pictures make it look really bad, but we aren’t together. Nothing happened.”

I feel relief, and then I feel guilty for it. 

“Why are you telling me that? We aren’t together, remember? We’re just friends who mess around.”

“Are you with anyone– Are you seeing anyone right now?” he asks carefully, choosing his words wisely. “Is there someone–”

“No,” I interrupt him. “In fact, a guy was hitting on me tonight. Super cute too. He was really funny. But I didn’t have the heart to tell him I wasn’t interested because I’m in love with my best friend, who I can’t be with.”

The line goes silent. So silent that I have to check if he’s even on the call still.

“Be with me.”

Time freezes. 

“What?”

“Be my girlfriend.”

I held my phone tightly. “Chris, I’m drunk. I can’t do this right now.”

“Sunny–”

“Chris,” I plead. “Not now.”

I hear him breathe sharply. “Get home safe, okay? Text me when you’re home.”

“I will,” I said before hanging up the phone.

My friends and I then Ubered home, and as I laid in my bed, I texted Chris.

me: home

chris: *chris loved your message*

I went to bed that night and woke up with a pounding headache, but the first thing on my mind was Chris.

me: i’m sorry if i was being mean last night. i was drunk and i didn’t want to talk about everything when i wasn’t fully there you know

He didn’t text back, but he called me.

It was noon in Boston. 9 a.m. in LA. 

“What are you doing up?” I ask, the first thing I say when I answer the phone. 

“Waited for you to get home, then fell asleep. Then I woke up early so we could talk first thing.” 

“You need to sleep,” I tell him.

“I need to talk to you,” he says instead.

I roll over in my bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. “I’m here.”

“I love you,” he spits out quickly. “So fucking much, Sunny. I was wrong, okay? I was wrong and I shouldn’t have told you to go off and be with other people. When the pictures got taken of me and that girl, I just thought about how awful I would feel if I saw some shit about you and a guy. Fuck, I would be a mess.”

I listen to his rambling, letting him get everything out before I say anything back.

“If you had a boyfriend, I would want to like him. I wanna support you and be his friend, but I just can’t. I know I’ll hate him even if he was the best guy this world has ever seen,” he admits. “I would hate him for getting to have you the way I want you. It wouldn’t be fair.” 

I listen to him closely, and I know what’s coming. I wait impatiently, needing to hear the words. 

“If you want to wait, I’ll wait but–”

“What’s the other option?”

He pauses momentarily. 

“Be my girlfriend, Sunny.”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“I’ll be your girlfriend.”

I hear shuffling on his side. We’re both in bed talking to each other, and we’re both wanting the other person. 

“You’re serious?”

I nod, then remember he can’t see me. “Absolutely.”

“We’ll make this work, okay? I’ll do better. I’ll call every morning and every night. We’ll do virtual dates. I’ll spend more time with you when I’m in Boston. I’ll fly you to LA to visit. Fuck, Sunny, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I believe you, Chris.”

“So we’re doing this?”

I don’t respond. Instead, I FaceTime him. 

“Hi,” he smiles once the camera switches over to him. “Why’d you switch the call?”

“Wanted to see my boyfriend,” I shrugged. 

I watched that smile grow even larger. 

He was mine.

I was his.

“God, I fucking love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you, Chris.”

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[jade-jini]

Student Council president!Chaewon x Little Menace reader Headcanon

Genre: Fluff. Smut.

Warning: this sht is LONG and well as I said there’s a little bit of smut-

I recommend reading Yunjin’s headcanon first since it’s where this chaewon is first introduced. Not necessary tho. I mentioned before that I think this will be some type of series. And yes, but also I might post other student council content but with Yunjin as the romantic interest. Almost the same universe as these but with that difference. Anyway we’ll see how it goes in the future.

-Your dynamic is basically arguing almost 24/7 dbdjdjnd

-Your friends find it amusing most of the time tbh.

-Your routine is based on having breakfast, creating a little bit of chaos here and there, and getting detention/afternoon activities as punishment which were mostly with the student council members.

-Which in your brain translates to having a good day because you had food, went to class, had a lot of fun and spent time with your favorite girl(s) during the afternoon. What’s better than that??

-Chaewon, on the other hand, just can’t believe you.

-How are you always getting in trouble but looking so happy? Aren’t you concerned about anything?! She knows you’re smart, and knows you’re not a bad person neither, but you’re so reckless and impulsive and just a magnet for trouble sometimes and Omg you get on her nerves, you’re like a puppy who never listens!

“Why would you do something like that!”

“It was Yeonjun‘s fault! Why Tf would he say green flavor when red or blue are better!”

“Those are colors, y/n. not flavors!”

“you don’t get it :(!”

-you’d complain with a pout like a little kid. Again, you get on her nerves so easily.

-She’s always scolding you, telling you that you need to tone it down, to learn how to behave, be responsible and to stop being such a troublemaker.

-To respect your school and take some pride on being a student there.

-You just sigh, roll your eyes and complain that maybe you don’t need to tone it down, maybe she needs to tone it up and learn to have fun and to let go of all that seriousness.

-And you guys spend the time arguing about it.

-The rest of the girls look at you in amusement

-You’re sure you heard Eunchae said that you two should get a room.

“Hey! What do you know about those things huh?!” You heard Sakura said while chasing Eunchae down, who ran away to avoid being scolded as well.

-You looked at chaewon, who also heard the whole thing and laughed at how her cheeks turned into a cute pink tone. You winked at her and started walking to the gym to meet with Ryujin and Yujin but

“Hey I’m not done with you! You still have detention today and the principal said you’re assigned to help me move some equipment from a practice room and…”

-But when she’s not scolding you tho…

-Ohoho when you guys are alone

-you’re all over each other kissing until your chests hurt ‘cause of the lack of air.

-You’re sure you’ve kissed her in every secret corner of the school.

-In the library, when you meet up with the excuse of tutoring you.

-You have her against the bookshelves at the end of the hall, holding her so close to you while her arms are around your shoulders. Kissing her like her mouth is more interesting than any adventure in any book in that library.

-And it is! You’re sure about it.

-In empty rooms when you’re assigned to help her with anything the prestigious Stucon president might desire. Lucky for you, very often what she desires the most is you.

-Encounters in the student council’s office when you have detention and Yunjin is not there to watch you. It’s never planned and she always says it won’t happen again because it’s their office and it’s the school! It’s not a place for such acts!

-But it always ends up happening bsjsndjd you just let her talk ‘cause it’s funny. But it really only takes for you to kiss her neck and she’s melting in your arms, ready for you to please her.

-You lift her and make her sit on her own desk, while you get on your knees and eat her out so good she almost forgets where she is.

-She’ll grab your hair and push you closer to her pussy, rubbing herself on your tongue and looking at that pretty face between her legs while she bites her hand trying to keep herself quiet.

“Hurry up! they’re gonna come in any second”

“Hopefully you too”

“Omg shut up…”

-As I said you let her talk ‘cause it’s just comical that she tries to lie to herself when you both know she can’t keep her hands off you when you’re both alone.

-Unless you’re not in the mood to deal with that.

-Either ‘cause something happened and you’re angry or ‘cause you’re stressed.

-You’d be rather quiet for your usual self, surprising her.

“What’s up with you?” she asked with a raised eyebrow (the rock).

-You looked at her, without answering while an idea popped in your head.

-Maybe the dear stucon president could help you destress.

-So you get up and sit on her lap while you kiss her aggressively.

-She tries pushing you, shocked about it.

“Wait ! Not here, somebody could walk in and-”

“Kim Chaewon, shut. up” you said in a rather deeper voice that gave her shivers and made her close her mouth immediately, ‘cause there weren’t many occasions where you’d be actually dominant like that. “I’m gonna fuck you on top of this desk until you can’t feel your fucking legs do you hear me?”

-And she’s scared but is even more turned on ‘cause damn didn’t you look hot af like that bekdkdkd

-So instead of “complaining or arguing” about how you shouldn’t be having sex at school, she follows your each and every order, enjoying how you fuck her while bent over her own desk, the papers she was working on long forgotten. Pulling her hair, spanking her ass and grabbing her tits from behind while focusing all your energy and anger in only one thing: making the girl under you come hard as you fuck her until her brain can’t organize an easy thought besides you you and you only.

-After you’re done and dressed again tho, she’ll ask you why you were so upset.

-You ended up telling her what happened and depending on what is it, she always has a way of making you feel better. (Besides Fuckin, Ofc)

-If it’s a silly thing, then she’ll jokingly scold you a little bit

“Seriously?! You’re angry because Ryujin scored and won against you?!”

“I’m angry because she cheated! I wouldn’t be angry if she’d won fairly but she wasn’t following the rules we stablished ! Not fair” you said with cross arms and a pout, causing Chaewon to laugh at you.

She shook her head to then rest it on your shoulder “fine you’re right, but still I can’t believe you, y/n”.

-If it’s something serious tho, she’ll quietly listen to you as you vent and either give you a little bit of advice if you ask for it or she’ll just let you talk if she doesn’t know what to say, knowing sometimes you just need to let things off your chest.

-And since Yunjin wasn’t there that day, she could do her role as your bestie. Ofc she could, you could always come to her.

-Lowkey jealous and a lil possessive as you can see lol

-Not if it’s her friends tho (well -)

-But like if she sees someone being too touchy or extra smiley with you it’ll show. ‘Cause yeah you’re funny and charming but she didn’t know you was a fvckin comedian to have that girl almost rolling on the floor and choking when you’re just there breathing-

-Anyway!

-You think it’s hot tho. Oh-

-Specially since you know it’ll reflect when you’re alone jddjkfjf. More details here.

-Constantly fixing your tie ‘cause it’s always loose and your shirt sndkdjj.

-You tell her that’s just your style and you like it like that!

-But she says your uniform should always look impeccable because students represent the school. You roll your eyes, but let her have her way because secretly you enjoy the attention and how cute she always looks fixing your tie and shirt collar.

-It’s not like she’s trying to change the person you are. Even if you’re a little bit of a mess, she respects and appreciates you.

-But Ofc you know she’d like you to be a little less of a menace kdndkfh. She knows it won’t happen. Not that easy. But she’s happy to be a little bit of a good influence sometimes (lol).

-And you’re happy to be the one corrupting the oh so well mannered student council president Kim Chaewon.

-It’s a win-win, sex or not related.

-You love your dynamic. It’s fun, it’s interesting.

-Sometimes you wish you didn’t have to watch out for how much distance you had to keep with her sometimes tho. You weren’t good at it anyway, you let yourself be guided by your feelings. Often hugging her close, Ofc with the excuse you guys are friends (even when most of the time people see you arguing shjdkdjf).

-People bought it tho.

-You had that cute golden retriever puppy energy, so they knew you got clingy with your friends sometimes.

-didn’t expect it to happen with the stucon presi who sometimes seem like your enemy more than your friend but oh well -

-Who could say no to you anyway, right?

-You like it like that tho, being each other’s little secret. Maybe eventually the guilt of hiding this whatever-it-is from your friends will invade you two. But for that you’d have to first realize that what you’re feeling is more than physical attraction aaand

-we’re not there yet jdndkdn.

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[dmercer91]

pretty girl, me94

in which mark has a little bit of an unwarranted jealousy problem you help him get over. (18+!!)

part of the sophomores best girl mini series! also set in last season, a couple days after mackie's fic (2.6k)

she’s long awaited, she’s hot, and she’s not proofread!! (typical). i hope she lived up to the excitement, i love you all, i need to pack and i need to go tf to sleep

jealousmarkjealousmarkjealousmarkjealousmarksdhsjdhsdjdh

to the public you were mark's. it made the most sense- he'd probably be around until his graduation, at which point the arrangement you had with the sophomore's would probably be over- but it would still prevent people begging the question of why you hadn't followed any of the other's to their respective draft cities despite the lack of any 'breakup'

he was touchier with you than the rest, as well. so being his 'girlfriend' had allowed for that to translate well when the group of you were out, for him to stay mindless about his fingers twirling the ends of your hair and his palm having a home on your thigh.

to top it all off- it was so embarrassingly evident that, although he liked sharing you in general, sometimes his mind went to places it shouldn't, and sometimes sharing was the last thing he wanted when it came to you.

so at a party where you and mackie had been stuck to one another like glue, partnering in beer pong, sharing a cup when nobody was paying attention, passing fleeting touches once everybody was too far gone to notice, mark could only sulk.

the biggest downside of being your so called boyfriend was that, no matter how badly he wanted to leave, it would look a little wrong for him to ditch his love at a frat house with absolutely no warning.

so he pulled you aside, your giggles stinging a little as you fell into his chest, looking up at him in the dim lighting like he was something of a god, whisking you to heaven, or, in this case, the entrance hallway of the most trashed building possibly ever

"it's time to go home now, baby," he murmured, wrapping you in his jacket, knowing you refused to bring any warm one, arguing it ruined your outfit.

you pouted, clutching the hem of his shirt and trying to pull him back to where some of the hockey team had stationed themselves

"but i'm having fun, marky," your genuine displeasure at his words had his jaw ticking, shaking his head at you.

"is that how this works now? you bossin' me around, baby?" he tilted his head and the look in his eyes made your mouth water. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, shook your head and watched in real time as his face got more laxed, his body getting closer to yours.

he gave you a lazy grin, pressing a kiss to your lips and leading you out the door.

"we're gonna go home n' you're gonna be good, yeah?" he whispered, earning a nod as you tried to lean in for more kisses. he hummed, accepting the gesture but quickly pulling back to get you onto the sidewalk and towards the house.

you pawed at his arm, an attempt to get his attention back on you. he quickly eyed you before deciding to lean into his jealousy, see if you caught on and see what you'd do about it.

"look who's just gettin' all the attention from anyone who'll spare it tonight, huh?" you blushed, shaking your head timidly

you stepped in front of him so he’d stop walking, only for him to lift you into his arms and continue on without a thought

you giggled, tucking your face into his neck. "just want your attention, marky," you gave him a sultry look, watching as his tongue poked the bottom of his cheek in frustrated contemplation

"don't seem to want any of me when mackie's around," he stated, feeling your nails scratch at his bicep absentmindedly.

now that you thought about it, you were starting a little bit of a pattern. you'd be caught up in marks lap, giggling at everything he said and being the perfect, attentive girlfriend. then, mackie would come into a conversation and you'd be entirely distracted.

the first time, his food had come to the door and you never bothered to come back to mark after bringing it upstairs. tonight, he asked for you to partner him in games and you spent the whole night looking at mackie the way mark felt he deserved instead.

"then you're always runnin' around the house in luke's clothes, snuggling up with him on movie nights, sleeping in his bed," he continued, despite your lips on his jaw and neck, nipping at his skin

luke always preferred softer affection from you to cheer him up unless he was particularly angry- which meant him dragging you into his lap and hugging onto you, giving you his clothes so they'd smell like your perfume and having you fall asleep on his chest.

"best of all, ethan's been taking you out to lunch dates when you're meant to be my girl, not his," he walked through the front door just as you were about to explain to him that he seemed afraid to be affectionate with you other than to sleep with you or touch you, and that's why you kept getting whisked away.

the other boys had found a nice middle ground of relief and relationship, and you never denied any of them what they'd asked of you- mark had been stuck on relief, and always seemed to try and catch you when the rest had already whisked you away.

"m' not tryin' to pick favourites, i promise, marky. wanna have a thing with you, too. i don't know what you'd like, though," he grumbled, like your explanation hadn't quite met his standards for an excuse

"right now?" he dropped you on his bed, peeled his shirt off. "i'd like to fuck you,"

you giggled, pulling him down on top of you and tugging at his hair, kissing him and letting him tug your shorts off. his hands slid down your waist and hips to find your panties, only to feel that you'd gone without.

he groaned into your mouth and you smiled. one hand abandoning his hair to scratch down his back.

he moved off you, earning a needy whine and your arms reaching out at him. he smirked, sitting at the edge of his bed and nodding for you to come over to him while he ditched his pants and boxers

your response was to start kneeling in front of him, only for him to shake his head. "on my lap, pretty baby," he gripped your waist, pulling you onto his thigh, pressed tight to his chest.

"think m' gonna make you work for it," he smiled, looking in front of you at the full length mirror, watching as you stared at the two of you. you licked your lips slightly, watching the way he was holding you.

"what?" you murmured, finally looking into his eyes, a little distracted by his hands and the way you looked.

he chuckled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

"said i'm gonna make you work for it, baby." his hands moved to your hips, teasing for a second before he lifted you forward and then dragged you back, bare cunt dragging on the muscle of his thigh and making your legs clench together

he gave you an expectant look through the mirror, watching with a smirk as you slowly rocked forward, a shaky whine spilling from your lips when his leg tensed under you

your hand planted on his other leg, nails digging into his skin as you rocked yourself as well as you could manage, a sticky mess building on his leg from your arousal

"the boys and i.. we talk about you, you know?.." he trailed, leaving kisses on your shoulder while you moaned at the though of them talking about the things they'd all done with you.

"and none of them can shut up about how well you respond.. when they tell you how good you are for them," your core pulsed, hips stuttering in your pace.

you weren't quite sure where he was going with his rant, which side of the coin he'd choose.

"is that true, pretty girl? you like it when they pretend you're this perfect angel, like you're not the prettiest little slut for us?" your eyes fluttered closed, and reopened to look into his own.

both. he was choosing both sides of the coin.

"mark, mark-" your grip on his leg tightened and he hummed, serving as a repetition to his question and not an acknowledgement of how close you were, nor your whimpers of his name.

"answer me," he murmured, bringing a hand in front of you and making light circles over your clit.

"m' a good girl. good for you, always. s' not- ah, not pretend" you breathed out, leaning your head back on his chest and looking up at him from there, rather than in the mirror

"please," you gasped, and you didn't even know yourself whether you were pleading with him to confirm you were good for him, or just to let you cum. though, one would probably result in the other.

"oh, look at you.. you do like it, don't you?" he teased, and you nodded obediently, peering up at him with all the hope you could muster.

though apparently your hope was for nothing, cause he moved his fingers away from your clit and grabbed your hips roughly, stopping your movement and effectively pressing pause on any stimulation you'd been feeling.

"no, no- was so close," you whispered, tears collecting at your waterline and both of your hands trying to pry marks off your body so you could go back to fucking yourself on him.

"shhh, pretty baby. m' gonna take my hands away and you're gonna sit nice and still, yeah? don't be a fucking brat, now," his voice was low and stern, your core throbbing against him and earning a chuckle

he hummed in satisfaction when you halted your attempts at forcing his hand, and you watched patiently as his forearm slayed over your stomach and he lifted your whole body with a one handed grip on your waist.

using his other hand, he aligned himself under you, pulling you down onto his cock and dropping you so that he immediately bottomed out.

you squealed, squeezing him so hard that he grunted and pried your thighs apart, slapping the inside of one hard enough for you to come back to yourself and try and relax your pelvis.

you gulped when you finally got used to the sudden intrusion, eyes fluttering shut and hips rocking gently.

he gripped your jaw, eyes jolting open as he forced you to look into the mirror in front of you.

"i told you to sit still" he barked, and you were smart enough to will away every aching desire to squirm.

since the last time you'd acknowledged yourself, you found that the lust drunk bliss on your face had increased tenfold and that you were now dripping down your thighs and onto marks, despite the two no longer rubbing against one another.

you also found that mark was staring, as well. drinking in every inch of exposed skin and massaging at your thighs when his eyes spent far too long focused between them, eyeing the way he was pressed into you and how stuffed you looked.

his arm made it's way back over your stomach, fingers gently grazing the imprint he was leaving on your stomach on their way across to your waist.

his voice was deep and crisp in your ear when he started to fuck up into you, one hand pulling you up, slamming you back down, and the other placing your thighs over his knees so they'd stay spread while he moved to paw at your tits, pinch your nipples.

"have you ever let any of us come inside?" and he sounded so calm that it hurt your head, confusion and fear melting together into a look that you gave him through the glass of his mirror.

".. s' against the rules," was all you said, shaky and wanting so desperately to grip onto him but wanting to be well behaved far more, so choosing to stay as he put you.

"that's not what i asked, pretty baby. i asked if you've let anyone," his fingers stopped messing with your nipple, instead his whole palm enveloped your left breast and the lines of his hand soaked in the scattered beat of your heart.

"no," you whispered, and it couldn't have been a more evident lie even if he hadn't felt the skip in the rhythm beating through your chest. he slammed up into you particularly roughly and you struggled not to scream, your eyes fluttering and tears dripping down your cheeks.

"no?" he asked again, his condescending tone ringing in your ears. if only you'd known he knew before his question even fell from his lips, you would've apologized rather than lying.

"so.. what was it, that you were begging mack to do the other night? promisin' him you wouldn't tell, saying you'd been so good," he tilted his head, the hand over your heart sneaking up around your throat, keeping your head straight so you'd look him in the eye.

"nothin'.. nothing, mark, i swear. just know he likes me talking, beggin'.. wanted to be good t' him," you cried, and he let out a dry chuckle.

"good girls don't lie.. n' i thought that's all you wanted, was for me to validate that little fantasy in your head where you're obedient, and sweet, and the best girl, and then.. you lie to me? m' starting to think the boys are liars, too. tellin' me you're this angel baby.." he trailed off, tutting breathily.

"if you're a good girl, you'll make it up to me, right, pretty baby?" he asked, coming up with his very own resolution for the problem he'd stuck you in.

"i'll- m' gonna make it up to you, swear it," your lead lolled back onto his shoulder from how dazed you were and he quickly perched your head right back up.

"gonna let me come inside? need to- i need it. need to know what it feels like to fill you up, baby," he squeezed your throat a little, your walls clenching around him and your eyes flickering between open and closed. you'd never been so loud, so twitchy for him and he was loving every last second.

you nodded, almost frantically, staring at where you and mark connected in the mirror while he hummed in satisfaction and gave you one last, rough thrust, leaking into you and dropping his hand from your neck, squeezing every inch of skin he could reach and moaning gently in your ear.

"there's a good girl. prettiest fucking whore f' me," he murmured, smiling blissfully when your legs made their way over his knees, clamping together while your walls pulsated around him.

you squeezed your eyes shut hard and clawed at his arm, shaking against his chest and moans spilling violently from red, swollen lips.

you heaved in his arms, chest rising and falling prominently while he used light circles on your clit to bring you down from an intense orgasm.

his hands slid to your hips, ready to pull you off him and you whined in retaliation, turning to nestle your face into his chest.

he smirked, keeping you taught to himself while he laid back, keeping you in top of him and petting your hair out of your face.

"mh. was always so annoying you never wanted cuddles, so warm, big," you babbled, clinging on tighter.

"always wanted cuddles, pretty baby. didn't know how to ask for 'em."

"kay, well. you're an idiot," he raised an eyebrow, adjusting his hips and earning an oversensitive whine

"watch yourself"

#e’s fics #e goes a little feral #best girl mini series ! #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #fINALLY MAN #sry im slow thank you for waiting on me

[thisismeracing]

komh thots

lazy mornings with these two when there is an on off week

its saturday morning and the sun beams softly onto mick’s whole world

and he is just lying there lazily and half asleep adoring his partner

he tucks himself into the crook of her neck and matches his breath with hers until he falls back asleep

and then its her turn to wake up and quietly admire her lover

eventually they pull themselves out of bed and make their way to the kitchen

they steal kisses and touches and find excuses to be eachothers personal space

hamilton!reader is starting on their coffees and mick ends up behind her and sticking the side of his head to hers and giving her a hug from the back

she giggles and tilts her head to give him a kiss

they somehow make breakfast and take turns feeding each other while trying not to choke because the other has said something so ridiculous that they cant help but ellicit a laugh

its their little world away from it all and they will happily fill it with the best memories they can conjure up so when they are old and grey they can reminiscence on the good old days

(why tf is reminiscence spelt like that, i thought it would be a shorter word tbh)

☕️

Morning Light | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (sher/her) ― Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff. ― my masterlist | my taglist | patreon masterlist― you can support my writing by reblogging, leaving a comment (don’t forget to follow me if you like the piece), or  buying me a coffee ― This lil blurb can be read as a stand-alone, but if you want more about hamilton!reader and mick make sure to read King of my Heart (here)

The rays of the sun coming from the big window in front of Mick's bed woke him up. He had forgotten to close the blinds the previous night, too tired to consider anything but snuggle closer to Yn, and let his body slip into oblivion. He felt her warmth right beside him, and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, before turning on his side and admiring his girlfriend's sleeping form.

He would get up and close the blinds, but Yn slept with a sleep mask, so it wouldn't change much, besides, she had nestled closer to him, making leaving the bed a horrible option. It was an off weekend, he would enjoy every second of having her close. Mick meant it.

Yn moved again, still asleep, and Mick found the comfiest spot on her neck, laying his head there, tangling their legs, evening their breaths, kissing her brown skin, and letting his body drift into sleep again.

Hours passed when Yn woke up. One side of her bed felt heavier than the other, and the second her eyes opened she couldn't help but smile. Mick was there. She angled her head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, threading her fingers through his hair when he tightened his grip on her waist.

"Can we have five more minutes?" he mumbled without moving.

Yn chuckled still half asleep, "Please".

So the silence in the house went on for yet another hour before they woke up. Mick did it first, pressing kisses against her neck and shoulder, making his lover wake up with a beaming smile on her face. "Morning," she whispered when he said something about a beautiful day.

"C'mon, Angie must be starving," Mick mumbled, his sleeping voice making Yn shiver.

"Well, I am starving too," she mocked, and he chuckled.

"Pancakes?"

"Sure thing."

They washed their faces side by side on the bathroom sink, and Mick watched as Yn went through her morning skincare routine, and then took off her bonnet framing her curls around her face. She had no makeup on, and she was wearing one of his shirts, but still, she looked like the prettiest woman in the world for him. He told her that and she giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and dragging him to the kitchen to get started on their breakfast.

Angie greeted them excitedly by the stairs, and Yn cooed when the dog followed her even after she gave her their morning scratches. She plated Angie's food and served the wiggly dog, while Mick got started on the pancakes.

Yn was cutting some fruits when Mick hugged her from behind, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, jaw, and when she turned her face to him, her lips. She sighed with the way he held her, the warmth he radiated.

"Did you finish the pancakes?" she asked, and Mick shook his head, kissing her lips one more time, before explaining, "Not yet, but I needed my fuel," and she rolled her eyes playfully at his antics.

"You're so cheesy sometimes."

"And you love me just the same," he teased, leaving a slap on her ass.

Yn left the knife and the mango on the counter, and turned to him, lacing her hands around his broad shoulders. His eyes were even clearer with the sun shining through the windows, and his lips had a pink tone to it from all the kisses. They stared at each other in complete silence for a few seconds, no words were needed in those moments, but still Yn nodded and voiced three small ones, making Mick smile, "I love you."

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: I JUST HAD TO SDKGJSKGJDS <3 I've been procrastinating writing chapter 22, so I hope this can distract y'all a bit while I get started heheh <3

#ms47 #millies inbox #op: blurbs #☕️ anon #mick schumacher #f1 x reader #thots #mick schumacher fluff #hamilton!reader #mick schumacher imagine #f1 x black!reader #mick schumacher x black!reader #formula one imagine #formula one fanfiction #komh

[erinistyping]

“Tf did you just call me?”

Note : I will be doing requests but it depends if this even gets any traction but  idk i hope you like this?? :))

Warning : Not much of a plot !!SMUT!!

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You always loved the way Richarlison’s lips felt on your skin, you always seemed to melt right into him every time he touched you. Right now you were sitting on your couch watching reruns of your favorite show, Meanwhile Richarlison was sitting on the opposite end of the couch on his phone. He was still upset from the fight you had earlier about Neymar getting "too close" today.

The thing is Neymar was your best friend and you were sure he didn't mean it like that , you were sure he didn't mean to overstep with Richy but you sure did get an earful after you got into the car. You couldn't quite understand why he was so upset and you weren’t sure if you wanted to find out.

Just then you got up and sat on his lap straddling him "What are you doing" he says not even looking up at you. "are you still mad at me baby?" you say leaning down to place kisses on his neck sucking lightly to leave a mark. "I can never stay mad at you, amor." he says while reaching down to grip your ass abandoning his phone. After hearing his words you smirked knowing it's true, you continued to kiss but harder but by this time you started to feel him getting hard. When he's finally had enough of your teasing his picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom.

When you got to the bedroom he immediately starts undressing gesturing you to do the same, and you do, taking off the shirt you had borrowed from him and some shorts you bought awhile ago leaving you in your Black lace bra and matching underwear, you go lay down on the bed. When he's finally done he looks at you a way you've never seen before..so dark..so much lust is in those eyes, you started getting wet just thinking about what he would do to you. 

As he started to walk over to you clenched your legs together to maintain to pool forming in your underwear, "getting wet already amor? I haven’t even touched you yet." he says smirking "i need you, please" you say as he pulls you legs apart replacing the empty space with his knee as he goes to kiss you, one hand reaching up to grip around your throat the other going down to slip into your underwear rubbing circles around your clit causing you to moan into the kiss. He never failed to make you feel good he always knew just what to do.

When his lips pulled away so did his hands causing your eyes to shoot open meeting his eyes he starts placing kisses down your body slowly while keeping eye contact causing a shaky breath to release from your lips.

When he finally reached your underwear he attached his teeth to the black lace and began dragging the lace garments off your legs painfully slow "fuck" you say between shaky breaths. When he has removed them he made his way to your heat blowing on your clit lightly causing you to attempt to rub your legs together to gain some friction. " ah..ah..ah" Richy says shaking his head 

"You needed me right? you nod "so be patient." he says dipping his head between your thighs "Oh..fuck" you say throwing your head back as he licks a stripe on your bundle of nerves inserting two fingers while he sucks on your clit "You’re so wet for me baby" as his fingers slide in and out of you the closer you got and he could tell, as you're moans got more high pitched and your breathing got deeper he went faster.

"Fuck Neymar" you whined before you could stop yourself. He stopped. Everything stopped. "Tf did you just call me?" He said loudly. Your eyes shot open. He had this cold expression on his face, one you've never seen before.

"Richy I-" You tried getting out " I didn’t mean for that to come out i'm sorry i don’t-" He walked out the room, only to come back a few seconds later with a a couple of ties. "Baby speak to me i'm sorry" You said quietly. 

He didn’t say a word he just began tying your wrists to the headboard, then your legs. “Eu vou te foder até você esquecer o nome dele amor” He says eerily, you know he’s mad he never ties you up unless you really fucked up and you know you fucked up. “eyes on me” he says as his fingers ghost over my body “Eyes on me. now.” he says rubbing your clit fast in circles as he attaches his mouth to your nipple. Making you gasp at the sudden contact “oh my god” you saying throwing your head back “Look at me” he reminds you. 

You could’ve cum just looking at him, Right when you were about to release he stopped, causing you to whine he gets up and goes to he nightstand to grab a condom, you bite your lip watching him put it on. “If you cum before i let you i’m stopping and you’re staying in here tied up all night. Understood?” He says firmly looking you straight in the eyes. “Understood.” You said nodding “Good Girl” he says with a kiss. 

Just then he rammed into you not giving you enough time to adjust “Fuck Richy” you moan “You like that huh?” he breathes out “You love it when i fuck you hard huh?” “answer me slut.” He says as he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing slightly. “f-fuck y-yes” You moan “Fuck, it doesn’t matter how may times i fuck you, you’re always tight for me huh?” he says going faster “mmmhmmm” you answer unable to speak real words with the amount of pleasure he’s giving you. 

You could cum right now but remember what he said, it was getting harder to hold in toes curling. “Please baby” you moan “Please what amor” he says and you can tell he’s getting close “Please let me cum baby, please i’m sorry j-just please let me cum” you get out “ you wanna come baby? is that what you want” He says rubbing your clit giving you a push you didn’t need “ Yes! f-fuck please.” You say basically shouting. He leans over to your ear and whispers “Let it go bebê. Cum for me” You both cum together and he pulls out and unties you, rubbing your wrists. “what’s my name amor?” he says smiling at you “Richy stop” you say rolling your eyes giggling. 

“te amo meu menino lindo” 

“eu também te amo minha linda”

#richarlison #neymar #i got really bored #THIS IS MY FIRST DON'T BE MEAN #smut #richarlison smut

[point-8]

SAY IT! FEAT:diluc, kaeya and zhongli

DILUC

okay...he doesn't get it

he goes through all 5 stages of grief before you tell him that it was just a prank

he thinks pranks are pointless

didn't find it funny 🥲 "are you working in the tavern tonight luc'?" you were both getting ready, it was your day off so you were still in bed, having plans on returning to sleep once he left. diluc was in his base layer of clothing, a simple white collared shirt, and some black pants. "i should be...so ill be home late. don't stay up" diluc was now moving onto the second layer of his work attire, a dark vest with gold-color buttons. "wasn't planning on it, plus i might go have dinner with a friend tonight, so ill be in town if you need me tonight." he looked so handsome in the full-size mirror buttoning up the vest as he stole glances back at you. and soon enough you crashed back into the soft duvet and tried to get back to sleep "darling ill be off, i love you." he walked over to the bed, expecting a groggy 'i love you too' , but he heard nothing. diluc knew you were awake, nobody could fall asleep that fast. seeing your slight smile, he knew you were up to something. "i love you?" he tried to lightly shake you, seeing if you were just half-asleep and couldn't respond. but instead of an 'i love you too' he just got a little laughter "what's so funny? do you not return my feelings anymore?" "you really can't take a prank luc'?!" you sat up from bed, wrapping your arms around him "of course i love you too, how could i not?" you just heard him huff which, in turn, made you smile a bit "you're getting too much like kaeya" you heard him quietly grumble, but you knew he couldn't stay mad at you for long.

KAEYA

he'll just do it back to you

he knows it's a prank, you're a little to obvious

kaeya always knows ways for him to get back at you, if thats making you pay or just doing the same thing to you, he will always get you back "tonight was really fun kaeya, thank you!" you two were walking hand-in-hand back to the shared house. it was overall a great night, kaeya took you to dinner and then walked you around mondstat, showing you secret places only knights knew about. "of course it was, you spent it with me." with a slight chuckle, he grabbed you closer as you walked up the steps and unlocked the door "god..im so tired" kaeya groaned and whined as he crashed on the couch to catch his breath and rest his eyes. "im gonna get changed ok?" you went down and kissed his forehead as the bluenette hummed in agreement. and five minutes later, you hear footsteps making their way up the stairs. not even caring to shower. he just stripped down to his boxers and jumped into bed with you. "you're disgusting." you slightly pushed his head away "but you still love me, don't you?" he managed to get closer to your face and pulled your cheeks, cooing at you "kaeya im not a baby, stop" you swat his hands away and got back into your former position to fall asleep. "well in that case, i love you darling see you in the morning." he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, resting his head in the corner of your neck. "i said i love you." he grumbled, you could tell he was tired too "i don't love people who smell" "fine then, i don't love bitches." you let out a gasp as he took his hands off you and rolled to the other side of the bed, leaving you slightly cold. "god.. fine kaeya i love you too." now it was your turn to deal with his bullshit, and he wasn't going to give up anytime soon.

ZHONGLI

someone please help him

you have to walk him through every single joke you make

this man has some accent ass humor tf

he would take it to heart if you don't say you love him (please make him feel better rn) stirring from your sleep, you heard footsteps, doors opening and closing, and running water. you never knew why zhongli got up so early, it was just a habit. it's not like you minded, at this hour anyone could fall asleep so easily. checking the clock above the dresser. the hands pointed to 4 and 9...it was 4:45 you groaned and tucked your head back under the blankets as you heard the water turn off and zongli enter the room again. "did i wake you?" "no no" you answered from under the blankets, voice groggy since it hadn't been used in a few hours "just woke up on accident, you keep doing what you were doing." "well, in that case, would you like to go on a walk with me this morning? it's lovely outside. all the flowers are blooming" the thought of even moving seemed miserable "it's good for health, it gets blood moving-" "maybe later?" you were already getting ready to head back to sleep. and going on a walk with him was a death trap, all he would do is take loops around and tell you every memory that happened. "well then. ill be on my way darling, i love you" he walked over and pushed your hair back to give you a kiss. then just waited above you. "what?" you said, opening your eyes to look at him, stifling a burst of laughter "have your feelings gone away for me y.n? you usually say i love you back. have i done something to upse-" "zhongli...it was a prank" "how is that a prank? you just sounded like i've made you upset." "it's funny though." "no it's not" "ok dear, i love you too" you took him into a big hug to wish him off, also as an apology. but once that door was closed, you busted out laughing. zhongli might've been one of the densest men you've ever met in your whole life. but it was also cute.

HELP BRO I HAVENT POSTED IN LIKE A MONTH PLEASE FORGIVE ME anws school is almost out (kms) if anyone has any requests pleaasssseee send them in im running out of ideas😭

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[luringfantasy]

One by One pt.4/?

PRELUDE

You were snooping around Loki's stuff to find his chest full of sex toys. He was not very pleased about it and has decided to punish you by using all his toys on you, one by one...

based on this imagine previous main masterlist

Warnings: a whole lot of negative self talk (orange), thighs, slight pet play?, I think that's it let me know if I missed something, thankyou MINORS DNI

LOKI'S VOICE IS A SEX WEAPON (part a)

You were absolutely at your limit, you messed up at work last week and spent this one facing the consequences, it was taking a toll on you. You just wanted to be a good employee, someone known for their credibility at work but it felt like everything was slipping from your hands. Why was it so difficult being good at something? You were trying, you were not lazy, yet things were not falling into place, it was frustrating! You just wanted to be a good… g-..

An idea popped into your mind, if you couldn’t be good at work, you could at least be good to Loki, you could be his good little girl.

You left your apartment making a move towards his floor. Wait, was this a good idea? You went there on Saturdays and today was not Saturday. What would he think of you? your problems were not his, you shouldn’t burden him with this. You stopped before knocking on his door re-evaluating your decision to come here, and decided against it, but as you turned around the door opened and Loki's hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him. 

He immediately moved your hair to the side, kissing your neck, making you putty in his hands. “Did you miss me so much that you couldn’t wait?” he whispered as he lightly bit your shoulder, making you moan in agreement. “Missed you Loki”. His tone was teasing but you said this with utmost sincerity, he paused for a moment taken aback by your display of emotions. wtf, what were you doing? why tf would you tell him that? This was the third time you came to his place, this was not a relationship, this was an arrangement where you were getting punished by him each week because you were too nosy!

No, this wasn’t good, you should leave and never show your face to him, punishments be damned. You started struggling trying to get out of his grip on you, but he wouldn’t budge. Why did you have to make everything go wrong? The thought of you messing up the only fun thing remaining in your life was enough to push you to your limits. tears sprang into your eyes, you stopped struggling against him, now fighting to hide your face, trying to ot show anymore emotions. 

You knew Loki would push you away now, who would want some random person to come to their apartment and cry. and Loki did exactly the same. He let you go, without looking at you, and sat on his couch. you messed up, you need to leave, but the door wouldn’t budge, wow, you didn’t even know how to open a door now, how pathetic!

With the little courage you could gather you voice your concern, “Loki, can you plea- the door won’t open, can you help me?” 

“The door won’t open because I don’t want it to darling. who said you could leave” he said in a teasing tone, but as you turned around to look at him, you couldn’t find a trace of mischief in his expressions, he looked.. concerned?

But as soon as you thought that, his face turned stoic, devoid of any emotion. Maybe it was your imagination. You are a little confused but the look Loki is giving you has turned feral. He is giving you the bedroom eyes. You just stan at the door awkwardly while Loki relaxes into the couch, sitting with his legs spread wide, looking you up and down, analyzing you. 

After a few moments of silence, he commands “Crawl”. You are taken aback by it, so he nudges you a little more, “on your hands and knees pet, be good and crawl to me.” .. be good, yes you wanted to be good, that is the only thing you could do, here's the only place where you could be good, everywhere else you were just useless, you -- “NOW.” Loki's voice cuts through the one inside your head and you immediately obey him. 

Getting on your hands and knees, the hard and cold marble flooring makes it difficult for you knees, but when you get to the carpet, the thick fiber digs into your skin and somehow you prefer the cold marble. But you obeyed Loki and kept crawling to him. You stop near his feet, just shy of touching him, just out of his reach. But he makes a come hither motion with his finger and urges you to come closer to him. Making you sit on your knees between his wide thighs, you knew that if he wished he could crush you to death between them, he was very strong, his thighs were too, but you reminded yourself that you were safe with him. 

You sat there in silence, and then you sat there in silence some more and then some more. Loki was now sitting with his head tilted back, relaxing his muscles keeping his eyes closed. So you sat there. After a while he moved, to pull on his hair groaning in mild pleasure, and you sat there. In a few minutes it seemed like Loki had fallen asleep, and since you didn't want to be bad, didn’t want to disturb him, you sat there for some more time.

During this time, you get more and more impatient and the skin on your knees begging you to not put so much pressure on them. You decided to get Loki’s attention by moving your hand up and down his thigh. But he didn’t wake up immediately. You moved your hand to touch his inner thigh, assuming that touching a more sensitive part of his body would help you get his attention and boy, you didn’t know the attention you were about to get {author note: dear dear, we all know what kind of attention we are talking about here, this is just a figure of speech. speaking of figures, you gotta take care of yours, please go drink water, love you}

ps: all smut in part 4b

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

WC: 12.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My what Frankie?”

“Your hands….” He finally chokes out.

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

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

“You know what you’re doing— Why??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know. It’s been a long time — I….”

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

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

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

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

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

“No—“

Frankie cuts you off…

“I thought…” he shakes his head.

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

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

“Ha,” Frankie gives an annoyed chuckle.

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

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

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

“That’s the point sweetheart!”

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Querida. Let me touch you—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That gets him.

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

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

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

“We need to talk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tried?” You squeak out. He nods.

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

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

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

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

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

….

Earlier that day….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“POPE! Just shut up!”—

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Just a long day is all.”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck Pope?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Frankie…” He starts shaking his head,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

……

Present….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then why—“ but he cuts you off..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod and power through.

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

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

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

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

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

“Am I what?”

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

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

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

—

Two and Half Years Ago…..(roughly)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

Back to present……

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

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

And then I met you.”

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

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

Now it’s his turn to look guilty…

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

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

He seems almost agitated, his words surprising you.

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

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

Shit. He had forgotten about that.

—

Two and a Half Years Ago….

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure…”

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

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

“Oh God, oh fuck!”

“I know, I’ll go slow….”

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

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

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

“Fuck yes gorgeous.”

And that’s it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are completely fucked.

—

Back to Present…..

“Does it really matter now?”

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

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

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

“Well it can just stay between us then.”

“I guess it can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know that, Frankie…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

Two years ago…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

—

Back to Present…..

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

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

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

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

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

He’s still here after all?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He speaks. Finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None of them were you.”

“Oh.” Your stomach does a little flip.

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

“I know….”

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

“What would you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys kiss and make up yet?”

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

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

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

It feels right.

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

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’ve tagged some of those who have shown interest in some of my other WIPs or who I think might be interested etc but if you’d rather not be tagged or would LIKE to be tagged just let me know!!! 😊

@boliv-jenta @just-here-for-the-moment @wildemaven @sunnysidekit @harriedandharassed @foli-vora @heythere-mel @iamskyereads @quica-quica-quica @queridopascal @autumnleaves1991-blog

#frankie morales #frankie x reader #frankie x female reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie 'catfish' morales x reader #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie x f!reader #francisco catfish morales x f reader #frankie x you #frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie morales fanfic

[lovecore-fics]

The Frenemy

C!sapnap x AFAB!reader

smut

warnings: pet names, degrading, breeding

a/n: this doesn’t go with lore characters but had the nations/kingdoms in it! (mentions of las Nevadas) 

You and dream had been “enemies” ONLY because dream is a sore loser.

For context: you and dream were gambling at las nevadas after hours because quackity let you guys occasionally. Dream ran out of diamonds so instead of diamonds he offered his sword. Nightmare. Obviously like every other round won and took his sword home. 

Ever since then he wouldn't let sapnap or george talk to you and he himself wouldn't talk to you.

Which is why you're sitting here looking at the text from sapnap.

Sapnap: y/n please come over. I need a favor

Why was this man texting YOU behind his bestfriends back for one little favor- 

You were thinking of so many things he would ask you to do for him you zoned out.

Apparently you're not allowed to think for a moment because a couple seconds later you got another notification.

Sapnap: y/n hurry tf up- its important!

While you were walking to the best friend's shared house you started wondering if it was a trap.

your mind was racing with the possibilities of what's gonna happen when you arrive, some possibilities were even dirty…

When you got to the house you noticed only sapnaps horse was there which made you less terrified.

You walked in the house since it was just sapnap but when you looked up nobody was there.

“Sapnap?” you called out. 

The minute you yelled his name you heard a thud come from his room. 

Sapnap suddenly appeared in front of you; he seemed to be in some sort of pain.

“y/n i really trust you please promise me you wont judge what i'm about to say.” the texan said it surprised you that he let his guard down for a favor- he's usually “tough” and “masculine” but he's here right now asking, no. begging you not to judge him for a favor. 

“I won't sapnap what was so urgent?” you said hoping it was important enough to interrupt your time off from being security at quackity’s casino. 

 “I can't…undo something” he said looking down which made you look down but you didn't make it to the floor, you found something more interesting in sapnaps shorts.

“Sapnap-” you didn't mean to come off as scared but the look on sapnaps face made you realize that you looked scared- 

Sapnap looked like he had just seen a ghost. He looked more scared than i could possibly look-

“Im sorry” he kept repeating after the 3rd one i cut him off.

“It's ok sap- Calm down-” you said, getting closer to the man freaking out in front of you. 

He looked at you, also taking a step closer, looking down at you. you guys were now close enough you could feel his breath against your cheeks. 

“y/n can i-” he was cut off by you pressing your lips against his.

He put his hands on your hips pulling you closer to the point you could feel his boner through his pants and your skirt. 

“You look like such a whore” he said after pulling away from the kiss

“Says the one who texted me bc he didnt wanna jerk himself off” you said rolling your eyes and looking up at the taller man. 

The man caught you by surprise when he went after your neck. You could feel the heat from the blaze hybrids lips. 

Getting lost in the feeling of his lips on your neck made you let out a moan immediately covering your mouth right after. 

“No sweetheart i wanna hear you scream my name” he said dragging you over to the kitchen and bending you over the counter pulling up your skirt.

You heard the hybrid's pants drop to the floor and you arched your back to tease the man behind  you.

Your lighthearted teasing was interrupted when you felt a sting on your ass. He just SPANKED you. You didn't mind tho it felt good. Too good, you accidentally let out another moan. 

“Yeah i bet you like that you fucking slut.” his dick entered your pussy without any prep or warning. 

“Fuck! Sapnap-” you moaned and continued making lewd sounds while the male fucked you. 

“That's right scream my name baby” his thrusts got faster and deeper making more lewd sounds come out of you. 

“f-f-f-!” you couldn't ask him to go faster you could only moan, you were unable to talk. 

“Words darling” he slowed down his pace letting you speak.

“Faster please sir.” you finally were able to say.

“Anything for my pretty little slut” the man sped up his pace again going faster than before. 

You were lost in pleasure until you felt the male pull your hair making your back hit his chest. 

“Open your mouth darling” he looked into your eyes with nothing but lust. 

You did as you were told in fear of being denied an orgasm later on. So you opened your mouth and he spit in your mouth. 

“Swallow.” he told you and you did so smiling after. 

“breed me please” you mumbled not meaning to. 

“What was that sweetheart?” he cooed knowing exactly what you said. 

“Breed me!” you screamed out, the entire smp could probably hear. 

Sapnap went feral after those 2 words left your mouth. 

He fucked you faster and deeper than you could’ve imagined then you felt it. A knot in yout stomach ready to come undone. 

“C-cum” you moaned, closing your eyes. 

“Do it princess” he whispered in your ear

You came undone on his cock babbling random things even you didn't understand.

Quickly after sapnap came inside of you with one last thrust he pulled out. 

All of you and sapnaps thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened and there dream stood. 

#dream smp #dream smp smut #sapnap smut #sapnap #dsmp #dsmp smut #afab #blaze sapnap #lovecore-fics #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #smut

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

A liveblog of a rewatch of my favorite lesbian film (Fucking Åmål)

Agnes having a "secret diary" on her computer it's so 90s.

"I am subtle about my crush on Elin" Meanwhile her diary:

It's so fucking funny how the first scene with Elin is her just POURING MILK OVER HER SISTER BECAUSE SHE DARED TO TAKE THE LAST OBOY (that's a chocolate drink) She's so impulsive and just says and does stuff all the time.

Everyone has known someone like Elin. And she was often the really annoying girl irl, but she's also just so young and naive and you can see there's just something else behind all of that.

Agnes' mom wanting her to have a party and AGNES DOESN'T WANT TOOOO AAAAUGGGHHH AND SHE DOES THIS BECAUSE OF HER MOM

Johan is so fucking awkward. He really tries to hit on Elin and she just disses him. Literally she doesn't want a ride and he's like "but you can carry the helmet if you want" HELP

NOT THE GIRAFFE NECK GIRL

Her name is Camilla but I call her giraffe neck girl because

Agnes... girl... stop doodling Elin's name you're not subtle

Victoria is so deeply afraid Agnes is gonna hit on her. Like. Agnes: So the french word for "bus"? Victoria: PUSS?! (this is the swedish word for "kiss") Agnes: ?? Agnes: Bus. Victoria: OH

Elin's lines in the cafeteria always cracks me up so much

Tfw you're grounded because you "accidentally had no pants on"

Listen like. I understand Agnes' mom, she just wants her daughter to have some friends. But she really does not understand her.

Oh no not the ableism... yikes

Agnes :((

Agnes litting up when she finds out Jessica and Elin have come over awwwwwwww

Not her mom giving them wine????

AGNES' COMPUTER IS ON AGNES HONEY GET A PASSWORD good thing Elin didn't see her diary cause.

Elin hearing the rumour about Agnes being a lesbian and her immediate thought is "Cool. I'm gonna be that too".

The 90s homophobia is strong, but some of these lines are so funny for no reason?? like?? Elin: What do I get if I kiss her? Jessica: AIDS, probably

Agnes' reaction to getting kissed by Elin isn't "omg I got kissed by my crush" it's shock, it's "what the fuck happened", and then when Elin and Jessica laugh and run away she just sits there. Not knowing how to feel. It's realistic.

Noooo Elin feeling so bad about it immediately and wanting to go back to apologize :(

Elin: *vomits* Johan: Fuck, you're so hot Elin:

Honestly same because who tf says this after you just have thrown up

Also how is this not a meme:

Fuck the self harm scene... aaaaaaaa I always forget it exists

Elin throwing rocks at the window :3

Ok I decided to translate my favorite exchange cause it's sooo

Tag your ship

Omg their talk about what they wanna be when they grow up <33

Elin: Do you think I am pretty enough to be a model?

Elin: Why are you so weird. Sorry for asking, but... you are weird. Agnes: You're weird, too. Elin: I want to be weird. Or... not weird, but I don't wanna be like everyone else. This exchange <33 They can be weird together

"It's just because you live in fucking Åmål" OOOOOOO

Elin is here with her dumb questions and Agnes is just

Let's go spontaneous trip to Stockholm woooooo

Imagine what would've happened if they actually went to Stockholm. THAT would have been a different movie.

AGNES GIVING HER A LITTLE KISS BEFORE GOING HOME

Not Jessica eating up all the chips because "otherwise their mom will wonder" and Elin is like "?? can't we be home without having eaten chips?"

ELIN MOANING IN HER SLEEP

Victoria is such a savage tbh.

"Good luck with Elin"

AAAAAAAAAAA JESSICA STOP BEING SO NOSY LET HER CALL HER!!

And Agnes will wonder why Elin isn't calling :( And Elin just WANTS to call but her nosy (but rightfully protective) sister is in the way :(

AND NOW ELIN HAS TO PRETEND SHE'S INTO JOHAN

Elin: Mom, I'm a lesbian Her mom: What?! Elin: Elin: Elin: Nah, I'm just joking

Not the random 30 second masturbation scene?? I mean this film has a very realistic portrayal of teenagers but. Well. At least it was just a zoom in on her eyes and not much else.

God living in a small town like these... everyone knows everyone...

NOT ELIN HANGING UP WHEN AGNES CALLS NOOOO her internalized homophobia :(

Agnes' dad sees so well that something is wrong and she can't tell himmmm

Elin: I wanna be a psychologist Jessica: YOU NEVER TOLD ME THAT

So I know Jessica is just looking out for her, they kind of only have each other, but also she needs to give her some fucking privacy

Jessica: You get everything you want Elin: WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT I WANT? THE ANGST

Agnes' mom reading her diary AAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHYYYY

You know there's nothing to do in the small town when the teenagers play BINGO

Elin calling Johan from the OTHER ROOM to break up with him

Not the "you can't stand on an A-well because it means bad"

"No, I'm not feeling anything. No anal sex."

"I'm in love with someone else" AAAAAAA

THE CINEMATIC MIRROR WHEN AGNES HAS BEEN STARRING AT HER SCHOOL PHOTO ALL MOVIE AND NOW ELIN DOES THE SAME

Elin wanting to throw rocks at the window again and BREAKING THE WINDOW AND THE MUSIC JUST ABRUPTLY STOPS

TOILET CONFRONTATION LET'S GOOOO

Elin is so bad with words but god she tries... honey...

UGH and everyone outside banging on the door thinking she has a boy in there.

In this movie, no one comes out of the closet, they come out of the school restroom

"Ta da! Here is me, and this is my new girl! Could you move? We're gonna go and fuck!"

Wrote history!

"Fucking" means drinking oboy lmao

Elin just infodumping how she has too much chocolate powder in her milk

I really wonder what happens later. When they go back to school the next morning. When Agnes goes home to her mom who has read her diary. When Jessica finds out. But at the same time, it ends so sweetly. Right now it's only them and no one else.

This movie is really cheaply made. It's shot like it's some secret person recording these kids. It's awkward zooms and hectic cuts. But it also adds to the charm. It makes it feel... real. Like we're seeing them right now in these moments, not putting up an act.

Also, campy movies are the best movies :D

#fucking åmål #show me love #show me love 1998

[barbiewritesstuff]

Hangman just being super vocal and not able to shut tf up during a bj 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Good Girl

-- I know that in Lost and Found I say that there are communal showers but here I'm going to just say that they each have their own showers…

Also, tw. for the s-slur being used during sex. --

Hope you like it :)

The team was at the Hard Deck enjoying a few refreshing drinks. 

Today had been hard, largely because Hangman had been such a pain to fly with and they'd all had to pay the price for it in the form of 200 pushups. 

Y/n's arms were sore, and so was her neck come to think of it, which wasn't helped by the fact that she was telling Hangman in great detail what he had done wrong today through text messages. 

After four novel-length, strongly worded explanation texts, he still hadn't replied, but she could see he had seen them. 

She watched Hangman take a long gulp of his beer, and a few drops travelling down his chin.

"Blow me" He replied

God he looked great. His muscles straining the seams of his shirt -- his white civilian shirt -- ,those drops glistening on his lips, and his gorgeous green eyes. 

Hangman looked stressed and tense. It wasn't hard to see why, the mission they were training for was going to be grueling. There was a real possibility one of them might not make it back.

And with that thought in mind, Y/n decided to reply to his text.

"If that's what you want, just ask. Would be faster than trying to get it by being a fucking ass"

Hangman's head snapped up and made sure no one had read his text over his shoulder. He slid his phone in his pocket and moved to sit close to her. 

"You serious?" He asked. His voice was deeper than usual, more gravelly and rough. It made Y/n acutely aware of her sexual attraction for the pilot, and took a sip of her own drink to give herself some courage to follow through.

"Come to my room in twenty minutes and you'll find out." Y/n stood up and waved everyone goodbye before exiting the bar and making her way home. 

She'd told him twenty minutes and while half had already gone, she didn't want anything to happen before she showered. 

She heard him come in just as she finished drying herself. Making sure she looked okay before doing so, Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, stark naked and gently trying her hair with a towel. 

Hangman's eyes widened and darkened. He sighed as drank in the picture in front of him, his body against the wall of her room.

He'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit he'd always found her attractive, but he'd always been very against fucking immediate colleagues. Still he hadn't gotten laid in a while and it made him tense and unreliable. He couldn't concentrate on anything, and the idea of maybe dying without one last fuck sounded miserable.

Y/n dropped the towel on the floor as she made her way to him. She lazily traced his clothed chest with her finger.

"Hi sailor" She purred into his ear. It made the hairs on his body stand on end. She leaned in and kissed him, deeply and passionately. Y/n nibbled at his lower lip.

Something in Hangman snapped, and the desire he had felt in his body took over his senses. He guided her onto her knees and hastened to unzip his trousers. His fingers fumbled it but Y/n was there to help. Her hand cupped his groin and she moved her mouth closer to his jeans. She kissed around his clothed members and looked through her eyelashes at him. 

"Fuck, Y/n" He groaned, looking at her unzipping his trousers with her mouth. She dragged his trousers down and then his underpants. His fully erect member sprang up, freed from its fabric prison. Entirely by accident, it brushed against her lips and the feeling made his hip buckle towards her mouth. She enthusiastically sucked on the tip.

"Oh fuck, baby, suck it just like that"

Hangman grabbed her by the hair with both hands. He tried to be restrained and pump in and out of her mouth slowly. Hangman pulled himself almost out and then went all the way back in until his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged. 

"You're such a good little fucktoy for me. You take me so well" 

He was enjoying how she looked under him, completely naked, his dick deep in her mouth and eyes watering slightly. 

"Fuck, you look so hot. If I'd have known you wanted this baby, I would have given it to you long ago. You think I didn't notice you? In your sexy fucking sundresses and obscenely short skirts. You think I didn't want to fill you up before?" He let out a deep groan "I'm going to fucking ruin you for other guys. I'll  fuck that pretty mouth of yours so good you won't be able to speak without thinking of my cock baby"

Hangman startes fucking her mouth with faster and shallower thrusts, and he had to keep himself from coming when she stuck out her tongue and managed to lick his balls. He swallowed his orgasm and kept going. 

After a few more minutes Hangman could not keep his orgasm at bay any longer and Y/n took over. She couldn't keep his pace but what she lacked in speed, she made up for in use of her tongue. She licked the sensitive strip of flesh at the back of his cock while still pumping up and down. 

Hangman had, up until now been quite chatty, but whatever he had been saying had now dissolved into an unending stream of "Fuck, fuck, fuck" and messy mumbles of her name. 

He came a load of hot cum deep into her mouth with a loud throaty groan. 

" That's a good girl, swallow it all baby show me how much of a good little slut you are"

He said between laboured breaths. Hangman leaned against the wall closest to him to catch his breath.

"You know Princess, I'll fuck that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want. You just have to call, I'll be right there."

#fanfic #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #hangman top gun #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun #requests #original fic

[ainri]

" this is the end of us; sleeping with the moon and the stars."

-if you dated their fellow mafioso's react?

-bungo stray dogs

-port mafia: koyo, ryunosuke, gin, chuuya

-☁️

-headcanons

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kōyo ozaki♡♥︎♡

-"stay here my love, i'll be right back ." she'd say lodging a kiss onto your temple wondering how it was possible to love someone as much as she loves you.

-" chuuya i know that you're there; please stop hiding ." youd say knowing kōyō would be back any moment.

-" fine, you caught me, but are you two dat- "

-the door creaks open that causes you both to turn heads ."

-" ane-san, are you and them dating ?!" he'd say actually flabbergasted

-" why of course chuuya-san ." the woman responded in a scarily calm tone.

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chuuya nakahara ♡♥︎♡

-" Dear, a new wine tasting just opened on the other side of town would you like to go ?"

-after you agree to go with him; you walk out from his office to the girls bathroom because why not?

- you feel something cold against your neck as you look up from the sink that you were washing your face with.

-" hello dear gin! how may i help you? " the tone of your voice suddenly softening and becoming more playful.

-" hello miss ." she said dryly. even though you knew she just didn't know who entered the bathroom stalls due to her sensing a new perfume.

-" may i ask where you're heading miss ?" she hesitated to ask as you realized she was blushing.

-" of course! to a winery with chuuya-san, he asked me out last minute ." you'd say smiling

-her face would actually turn so red (i love gin sm ☹️☹️) " oh i'll be on my way then -" then leave.

-she'd say embarrassed realizing what she had just figured out.

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gin akutagawa ♡♥︎♡

-you guys are out in the streets of yokohama since it'd been a long time since you two have had some nice quality time.

-she sprints there as fast as she can so she could spend more time with you (iloveyougin♥︎).

-" sweetheart someone's watching us. " you'd hear her whisper as she continues to pretend like there's nothing wrong.

you two are walking around arms linked, hands connected; then all of a sudden you feel someone staring at you guys and pull out your glock😘.

-ryunosuke tosses it to the floor with his ability to which you realized at that exact moment, that you just fucked up.

-" hey bro -"

-he cuts you off with a quick " hello executive ."

-gin never wanted her brother to know that she was dating his direct superior.

-he'd somehow tag along and end up giving really good fashion advice; at this point you were going out with him not gin anymore.

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ryunosuke akutagawa ♡♥︎♡

-since there's no real rules in the mafia except no betrayal no one cares what you do; as long as you do your job.

-this man is textbook definition of overdoer.

-you two are out on a mission + kōyo

-now is she scared of akutagawa? who tf isnt? she only went because your name was on the bulletin board for loan sharking.

-the target threw a smoke screen bomb, runs at you with a knife to which kōyo covered before a crimson liquid dripped onto the floor; then onto your clothes.

-there was only one small problem, ryunosuke can't see you and has no idea if you're okay or not, or if the blood's even yours.

-" dear where are you ." you and kōyo would hear as he tries to whip through the smoke screen with his ability violently. you could hear his voice slowly and slowly becoming more worried.

-" dear? you two are going out? my-my-my akutagawa ." she'd giggle as he just gets mad

-once he finds you and realizes that the blood isn't yours he'll calm down. then eventually tell you you to be more careful

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a/n(s):

GUYS I DID IT A WEEK OML

MY TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS THIS WEEK ARE OFF THE ROOF

anyways 😇

i think im gonna do the ada next, the doa, then the guild now. or just put the doa and guild together because theres not that many members. but in two separate parts because there's so goddamn many of them. ☠️☠️

©2022 ainri; do not repost my work without credit or repost my work in a different language.

#Spotify #port mafia #bsd #bsd imagines #koyo ozaki bsd #koyo ozaki x reader #gin akutagawa #koyo ozaki #gin akutagawa bsd #gin akutugawa x reader #ryunosuke akutugawa x reader #ryunosuke akutugawa #ryunosuke akutugawa bsd #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara bsd

[xhdream]

HIHIHIHIH 🤞 HOW R U FIRST OF ALL 🫂 SECOND I COME FORTH WITH LOTS OF XDH THOUGHTS I was well on my way to passing tf out before I started thinking and now I need to tell u before I forget them all 🥲

First!!! Gunil and taking pics of u when he’s literally balls deep in ur cunt 🤭🤭 he’ll be pressing your thighs against your belly, ankles and feet dangling next to your head and your eyes shut and mouth fall wide when he suddenly decides now is a good time to take a pic. “Smile, doll, you’re on camera.” And you can’t really smile so you kind of just?? Like stare with fucked our puppy eyes and swollen, wet lips. Drool coming down the side of your face, hair matted and messily strewn…. And he loves every second of it. Snapping some photos before taunting you with them like, “oh, pretty, I fucking love when you make that face. I’ll keep it forever in that picture…. That alright?” And he doesn’t care if u say no because he’s saving them for later, all different angles, all the messy lips and bites along your skin, even some he made you take yourself!! Oh, I’m thinking thoughts…….

Okay and second!!! Fwb Seungmin (oh my god) who literally ruins all other men for you. He somehow learns so quickly what makes you tick. You two weren’t the closest friends to begin with, but he was kind and somehow remembered everything you told him— from that random little thing from a month ago to your favorite things. So when you two get drunk together and end up messily fucking against the floor this commenced a very passionate fwb relationship!! It was only the third time he had you pressed against the bed that he was whispering all the right things and driving you insane— everything you liked was being done, everything he said you’d talked about enjoying in passing, even the way he gripped onto your hips or held your wrists was just right. And you’ve tried to be with other men who weren’t him but it doesn’t feel the same. It feels like no one else’s dick will satisfy you anymore…. What a shame 🤞😭

Okay and lastly is more of a messy half thought about Junhan and playing old rock vinyls— the two of you relaxing in bed as the midday sun peaked through the window. Your record playing on the ground as the same vinyl you’ve played 30 times replayed once again. It was like a movie scene— gorgeous and everything, despite being a mess on the wooden floors, was pretty. Junhan has you sat on the edge of the bed as the soft drums of the song flow through the air like currents. And he’s got a pretty hand on your neck, partially on your jaw and tilting your head up. His long, thick hair is falling past his cheekbones, tickling his chin and lips as he softly peers down at you, cute eyes squinting as he smiles, flustering you so easy. And he’s so gentle as he bends down to kiss you; the kiss starts incredibly soft, dangerous as it made your heart skip a beat and mind go blank. But then as the vinyl reaches it’s end, emitting silence as the needle pokes helplessly against the record, he’s pushing you back into the mattress with a knee between your thighs that not so subtly brushes against your core. ☹️ GAH!!!!!!

Kinda entering my Junhan era…… tell me why this man is ALWAYS on my mind…… tf…..😰

IT WENT FROM WORSE TO WORSER FRRRR YOU’LL BE THE DEATH OF ME / hj

also, hihi!! i’m good tysm for asking 🫂 wby??? hope you’re having a great start of the week 🩷 don’t know how you live with this brain of yours girl

SO FREAKING HOT I ROLLED MY EYES BACK INTO MY HEAD … the only right thing to do after this is the next day for YOU to take pics of him is it not ????? sit on his cock, slowly ride the soul out of him with a hand around his throat and take a pic of his pretty face with his pretty lips moaning from your grip

it’s not a want it’s a need! idk but the last few days the thoughts of fwb seungmin have been creeping up in my mind now my fingers are itching to write about it 😭 i have a feeling he & gunil would be the best of keeping such relationship

thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis oh my god this is not a half thought sweetie THEY’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HURT LIKE THAT i made myself cry even more by imagining this with his current hair 🕳️🚶‍♀️

#💌: xhdream inbox #— jeongin-lvr #moots <3 #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #gunil hard thoughts #seungmin hard thoughts #o.de hard thoughts #hyeongjun hard thoughts #junhan hard thoughts

[baekhvuns]

I almost thought I forgot to send you an ask, dw abt the timing tho. it happens to me a lot 😭 I forget if I had done something and then i question it?

IKR HIS WHOLE PERSONALITY IRKS ME SO MUCH BUT THEN HIS FACE?? HIS FACEEEE!!! 😩😩 he's such a hypocrite honestly, and each time he makes a dumb fucking decision I want to punch him in the face so bad!! BUT THEN I RMR THT ONE CHAPTER WHERE NAVIER'S HAVING A FLASHBACK TO WHEN THEY WERE KIDS AND- 😭 I CANT-

Bcz...this just got too real? 🫣

NO STOP STOP ITTTT HWA TURNS INTO A PANTHER 😭😭😭 IM READY TO BE THE TARZAN!!

U GIVE ME THINGS TO GUSH OVER EVERY DAMN TIME! BCZ WDYM INTIMIDATING CEO X FAKE DATING AUS OH IM SO READY 😭

😒 don't even talk abt tht selfish piece of shit, I hate her. The audacity she has, like she literally just said "there's not a woman in the whole world that wouldn't sulk if his lover is spending time with another woman." 😃 miss girl YOU are the OTHER WOMAN! He is spending time with his WIFE! On her BIRTHDAY. Jail. I want to see her in jail. I'm glad Heinrey knows the kinda person she is, he and the empress are the only ones putting her in her place. Like it annoys me so damn much how she cries over every damn thing, idc whatever shit she went thru, it didn't give her any right to become a homewrecker. And soveishu is dumb enough. And navier?

....she's. Etheral. How to be her? How to hv a man like hers? How to be bold like her? How to BE NAVIER??

OMG GURL YES I READ IT 😭 I CANT BELIEVE SOVEISHU KISSED NAVIER'S NECK?!?!?!?! 😭 IM- IDK THT MAKES ME LIKE HIM MORE DESPITE HIS SHITTY ATTITUDE?? WHAT DO I DO 😭 but respectfully, he should fuck off....you lost the chance man. You lost her. No Bcz what does he want frm navier??? Does he think she has a heart of stone? As if she doesn't hv feelings??? He gets all riled up if she even talks with some other guy and look at him, going out with a strange girl he has no idea who tf she even is.

I'm telling you rashta is the downfall of the empire. Girl I'm telling ya, if I see a strange woman running to hug my man like tht..id throw hands idc what my status would be, I would THROW HANDS. (On both, my man, and the girl) Navier is so strong. BWAHAHAHAHA AND HIS GUTS TO SAY "IM A GOOD MAN" 😭🤚 STOPH- HES THE MOST DELULU PERSON EVER! Rashta is like that one annoying cousin. LIKE SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO WEAR THE SAME DRESS AS NAVIER?!?!? FASION POLICE- YOU GOTTA ARREST HER! BCZ THT IS PLAGIARISM 😭

WTF WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCKK??? SHES PREGNANT 😭😭😭😭 (tbh I bet the emperor thinks, a baby is made if you hold hands) GURL IM GONNA FAINT FRM ALL THE DRAMA THAT UNFOLDS IN EVERY CHAPTER NOOOOOO NAVIER!! I WOULD HV CRIED I WOULD HV- I WOULD HV COLLAPSED AND STARTED TO WEEP SHES SO STRONG!! 😭😭

LESGOOO MY SHIP IS SAILING!! I WONDER WHEN THE DIVORCE EP WILL COME!! OH COME ON NOW IM FALLING FOR DUKE KAUFFMAN 🤧

NO WAY HE DRANK THE LOVE POTION AND DISTRACTED SOVEISHU 😭😭😭 IM DYING- :0 he punched him

I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna kill him, I'm really gonna kill him I HATE HIM SO MUCH! NEVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS A CHARACTER MADE MY BLOOD BOIL THIS BAD!

Navier no...the potion has worn off, Duke Kaufmann likes you 😭

OHMYGOD KOSAIR IS HERE HES HERE AHHH SO PROTECTIVE 😭😭 NO I GET IT WHY U LIKE HIM! DOUBLE EMPRESS?!?! 😭 *Searches on Google:- how to be an empress?*

No way you fell asleep on the stairs...was it Bcz it was comfortable or you were just too tired to walk till your bed? 😭 (OMG I WROTE THIS THINKING YOU WROTE "I FELL ASLEEP ON THE STAIRS" AND I WAS LIKE ?!?! WHAT- I READ IT WRONG 😭😭 but this is so funny so I kept it in the ask, i cn be so silly sometimes)

NO WAY DROP THE NAME OF THE MOVIE! controversial? I'm questioning my tastes-

Ikr it's so wholesome and cute, the last episode ended on sung ho offering haebom to drink with him, man I'm totally up for everything that's coming next, Bcz haebom, is already in love and he might not realize it yet, Bcz the way he blushes EVERYTIME he sees sung ho. LIKE WHEN HE DROPPED HIM AT THE DAYCARE CENTRE HE THOUGHT "DID WE JUST LOOK LIKE A COUPLE RN??" NOW TELL ME THIS MF DOESN'T THINK ABT IT ALL THE TIME 😭😭 dw I'll update you once the new episode comes.

I don't wanna go to work tomorrow AND I DONT WANNA GO TO UNI I wanna fall in love with someone IM SO LOVESICK 🤧

LMFAOOOO 😭😭

RIGHT??? SOMETIMES I GENUINELY FEEL BAD FOR HIM BUT THHEN HE DOES SOMETHING AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD LIKE U DESERVE RASHTA ATP like he looks like hwa and it makes me feel bad but then he ABSOLUTELY DESERVES IT 😭

please stop. im in a public setting this picture to picture comparison is taking me out pls don’t let me do this bc i have this draft where the reader is an undercover empress and san’s a thief w heinry’s personality

LMFAOOOO NOT TARZAAN FBKWDHKW

A VERY INTIMIDATING CEO (YSL PERSONA) X HIS PRIV SECRETARY WHO WAS HIS JUNIOR IN UNI FBWMDJWKDJKW WRAPPED INTO FAKE DATING ANON DO NOT DO THIS RN

no srs as much of a goof heinry is he is quick to check someone like rashta or whoever disrespects navier like that,,,, rashta needs to go to jail esp for what she did to that maid???? gOD 😭😭😭 ITS ON SIGHT WITH HER AND THE WAY SHES COPYING NAVIERS STYLE AND HAIR ?????? CRYING honestly soveishu puts her in place sometimes and it makes me feel so good omg i just spoiled it for u

NAVIER IS THE PERSONA OF ELEGANCE !!! THE EMPRESS, ur asking the right questions bc when will fate put us under her fate 😭😭

NO SERIOUSLY AND HE MADE HER CRY LIKE ??? AND THEN ASKED HER TO MARRY HIM AGAIN AND BE THE MOTHER OF RASHTAS KID ???? BOY???? THATS NOT EVEN UR KID THQKDHWK NO LITERALLY PLAGIARISM WHERE U AT 🔫🔫🔫 DIVORCE EP WILL HAPPEN!!!!! HEINRY TREATS HER SO WELL GETS HER BLUSHING AND SHIT TOO 😭😭😭😭

duke kaufman is so 🥰☺️🥰 id be w him ngl very mingi coded

DUDE KOSAIR IS SO 😩😩😩 WHYS NAVIERS ENTIRE FAMILY SO PRETTY

NO LMFAOOO THIS IS SO CUTE FHWJD 😭😭😭 I FELL ON THE STAIRS LIKE GOING UP THE STAIRS did not fall asleep but i was transferring from my couch (where i slept on) to my room and i thought the platform of the stairs was there and i took a step and boom im collapsing <3 my eyes were closed yes bc i have this thing that if i open them while i transfer my sleep will vanish <3

omg ok it’s a 2006 bollywood movie w srk in it, it was extremely controversial bc of the concept but i think if it were released today it would’ve gotten a better reaction nonetheless

“DID WE JUST LOOK LIKE A COUPLE RN???” STOP IT. STOP IT. WEVE REACHED THE MOMENT OF REALIZATIONS !!!!!

manifesting a ceo who does ur taxes and handles everything for u <3

#✉️ : ask #[ chaerssss ]

[relax-and-read-on]

Sexualizing Konrad Curze you say?

*Crack knuckles*

Anon you are in for a world of trouble.

(I promess there will be horny ramble further down just skip the essay to the bullet point list if you want the Fun Time Stuff)

I love Konrad. So much. He's my blorbo. He's my fav to such a degree, I don't even want to fuck him myself, I want to get him the Perfect Partner. He's interesting and unique and provide amazing narrative.

The Problem that I have with sexualizing him is that... Either it turn extremely unhealthy (wich, fair enough, that's hot), or I need to write an entire essay and FIX HIM first before I can hope to get anywhere with him.

Im fascinated by complex character. I am also extremely sex positive, and LOVE a good healing/redemption story. If you mix all that together, you get to my fav type of story ever, wich go as follow: "Character is beaten and broken down, in horrible ways beyond imaginations. They are jagged and a mess. But slowly, they claw their way out of their hole of despair and trauma, bitter inch by bitter inch, and reclaim their agency, body autonomy, and the fact that they CAN love themself."

And like. Isn't Konrad the perfect candidate for that?!?

"That's all well and good Math, but how tf does that relate to sexy stuff??" I hear you say at your screen.

Well! I actually HC Konrad as having survived through CSA. I went into it a bit more deeply early on in this blog, and I might one day make a full analysis of the why I think that, and how it's still affecting him. Let's just say that, the signs are pretty clear.

CSA survivor can, if they want, have a healthy sex life. It just present itself with it's own challenge, unique to that person. Konrad, having incredibly complex and layered trauma, is something else all together. It's straight up fascinating to me to observe his sexuality, and how he can navigate all that. Both in a healthy "trying to get better" way and in a "If you Don't Question Yourself Than Nothing Will Hurt You" way.

That said- here is finally some! Complex nsfw hc of Konrad!!!

Sex with Konrad is. A challenge. He is unpredictable, as he has MANY triggers, and doesn't even know or realise half of them himself.

The neck is 100% off limit. No strangling, and its dangerous to even just kiss it. The hair should NEVER be pulled, but he might melt if you gently scratch it.

If triggered, he won't want to stop, no... He will just get very violent, but will want to continue. Can, and has, bitten chunk out of his partners body.

Only allow oral sex on himself if he REALLY trust the person. Will never perform oral sex on someone else, unless you are really into some serious mutilation.

Do actually like being the bottom. The feeling of being cared for is foreign but nice. Loosing control, however, make him feel weird af. On one hand, it's nice to finally let go. On the other, trauma.

Absolutely accept and is into a partner hurting him during sex. For him it's added spice, of course his partner wants to hurt him!!!

Does not want to cuddle or fall asleep after, unless he has build a GIANT amount of trust with his partner.

Is it pleasure, pain, or just the sensations that he associate with the only times people would willingly touch him? Better not think about that and ask to be slapped harder!!!

Will talk during sex. Not necessarily dirty talk, but similar-ish.

Age play is.... Very, VERY risky. On one hand, if properly done, it might actually help him process some shit, and he would be into that. On the other.... Further trauma~~

Restrain are. Well. He's an eel, and will have fun showing you that they are useless and may have a good time. But if you get him Actually Contained... There's a solid chance you will get the Night Haunter.

You don't fuck with the Night Haunter. He will be the one to tell you to stop and get tf out, and you listen if you value your organs. (Yes, Konrad can only refuse sex if his protective alter ego come out. I know.)

Does not masturbate himself, but would be lowkey curious to watch his partner pleasure themself.

3 way or group sex are dangerous. He might become violent if he's the focus too much, or if there is too many hands.

Once properly introduced to it, would LOVE structured BDSM, with proper scenario and aftercare.

A switch in general in dynamic. He does really need to learn how to not violently hurt his partner, he has huge problems understanding limits.

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