#who works out in jeans 🤷🏼‍♀️

[romanoffsbish]

Giving in to Temptations

G!PWanda Maximoff x Fem!R

Wanda’s not very happy with your agreeing to partake in No Nut November…

Request: Passed along to me lol

Warning: Slightly mean Wanda, but that’s also kinda hot, so… You’ve been warned 🤷🏼‍♀️

Smut: Oral (W/R), Facial (R), Fingering, Teasing, Unprotected Sex (R/W), Kinks: Breeding, Choking.

18+ | Minors DNI !!

Wanda clenched her jaw as she watched, and listened to you speaking with Natasha. In some torturous twist of events the redhead had convinced you to partake in the silly "No Nut November," trend, and in hearing this Wanda felt almost betrayed by your eagerness to agree. Never in the last two years of your relationship has she had to go long without ravishing you. Only ever being forced to wait for long periods of time when you had missions, and at least in those situations you weren't there to tempt her.

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Like now, watching you eat the lollipop ever so innocently while your conversation with Nat had continued on, and delved into other topics. A tightness in her pants began to form when your tongue was poking out to softly lick the red orb, then you mindlessly swirled it around the entire candy just before sucking it all in.

Wanda couldn't take the rising tension, so she made quick work of storming towards you, sending the redhead a tight smile as she yanked you up from your chair causing you to widen your eyes. Natasha smirked at you in perceived victory to which you swiftly flipped her off before you no longer had the chance as Wanda dragged you out of the room quickly.

"What were you thinking?," she hissed while throwing your nervous form onto the bed., "Wanda, what are you...," her stern glare cut your play of confusion off., "I wanted to prove that I could do it, Natasha said with the way we fuck like bunny's that there's no way I could.," you explained in exasperation, crossing your arms over your chest to show the obvious way her words offended you., "I can so hold out."

Wanda smirked., "Yeah, well what if I can't?," she stalked over to you in a predatory fashion., "What gave you the right to make this pussy off limits to me?," you gulped and tried to avert your eyes, but she gripped your chin harshly., "Did you forget who fucking owns you detka?," you quickly shook your head in the negatory., "No, mommy, I-I didn't mean to upset you."

Wanda hummed as she pretended to take your weak apology to heart., "Well, your apologies don't help mommy here, now do they?," she slowly unzipped her jeans with her free hand, forcing your gaze to watch as her cock sprung free and for you to shuffle uncomfortably on the bed., "I'm not partaking in this silly bet, but there's a way you can help mommy, but still win.," your eyes widened when she tapped your lips with the tip of her cock., "Last time I checked it's you who can't nut, so get to work."

A shiver ran down your spine when you realized what you'd gotten yourself into, but you also couldn't pretend you weren't thrilled. Wanda's hand flew to your hair as soon as your tongue teasingly swirled around her dark red tip, her abs tensed as she prepared herself for the familiar feeling of your mouth, and once she felt the sensational warmth she groaned., "Don't fucking stop until I cum down your fucking throat detka.," she panted as you began to bob your head up and down her length in a consistent rhythm that had her cock twitching uncontrollably., "That's it detka, keep going."

Wanda came with a strangled moan when you  forced the entirety of her length down your throat, the titillating sounds of you gagging enough to throw her over the edge of bliss. After a few more thrusts into your mouth the woman pulled out, then chuckled darkly when you looked to her like you always did whenever you were ready for her to spread you open.

"Oh no detka, mommy doesn't date quitters.," she taunted your whining form., "You got this."

You stared in adjunct horror as your lover left the room as if she didn't just violate your throat, then leave you in your sexual distress. You groaned as you fell back into the mattress, cursing Natasha as you stared at the ceiling.

A cold shower... Yeah, that should help...

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It was odd for the witch, this newfound need to constantly have your lips around her cock. It's as if the invisible barrier between her and your sex made her even more needy for you, the idea of being denied her cocks rightful home forcing her to find other vacancies; it was thrilling. She'd already taken you by surprise ten times in two weeks, to her that was a show of mercy, and to you it was like actual fucking torture.

Which is why you'd done your best to avoid her for the last few days, changing up your routine in the slightest ways so it wasn't too obvious, but the witch wasn't an idiot, and it only made her more needy having to chase you. Said chase coming to an end now as she found you in the same meeting room., "Oh, look who it is.," your whole body tensed, an unfamiliar reaction to the voice of the woman you love.

"You've been avoiding mommy.," you tried to shake your head, but she wasn't having it., "Don't play coy detka, I can hear your thoughts and I have to say, it hurts that you'd do this.," she pouted, but you saw right through the facade., "My jaw was sore.," you admittedly grumbled causing her to laugh maniacally., "That's unfortunate, because seeing you in those shorts is making mommy's cock throb."

In a swift motion she pulled you up from your chair, and into her for an aggressive kiss as she slammed your body into the wall. Slowly she began to thrust her front into yours, purposely turning you on just so she could leave you in a fit like you'd left her for days., "Knees, now.," you whimpered when she abruptly shoved you down, and removed you from her soft lips., "Take care of the mess you've made detka."

Without anymore prompts you pulled her grey sweats down to rest by her knees with her red boxers following suit. Wanda smiled down at you when your hands began to pump her shaft, your pace was slow, and she was amused by it., "Detka, we don't have all day, unless you're in for giving the entire team a show.," you sighed, then you leaned forward to delicately kiss her tip that was coated in her precum, giggling to yourself as the appendage twitched for you.

You took a ragged breathe through your nose while you worked your way down her shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you pull back slowly, and repeating this only a few times as you soon got used to the sizable intrusion. Your jaw was indeed still sore, but you weren't that upset to have Wanda filling your mouth, it always made you feel great to know she needed you wholly. Also, knowing that you were the reason she was moaning so loudly, and leaning into the wall as she became desperate for her release. There was no greater feeling than the pride that came with making Wanda reach her bliss.

Wanda was grateful she locked the doors with her powers, even though the rest of the team weren't due for another half hour, she wanted to preserve the both of your dignity, or at least hers. With her hand in your hair she began to thrust her hips, meeting your bobbing head, and once your throat constricted around her cock she became erratic with her movements.

No longer were you in control—you never really were—her hand was holding you steady while she fucked your throat without reprieve. With every thrust down your throat you could feel her twitching more and more, your hands held tightly to her ass, kneading the flesh to honestly calm yourself down while focusing on breathing in through your nose., "Detka, mommy's going to—fuck, I'm going to cum, and you better fucking swallow it all down!," in an attempt to push her forward you lowered your hands to squeeze her ballsack, and the moan that tore from her throat was enough to have you clenching your thighs together.

Wanda continued to thrust into you as her load was released down your throat, pearls of white settled on the corners of your lips as she was spreading her release all around while she came down from her oh so glorious high., "Fucking hell detka, I miss your pussy, but your mouth is just as fucking magical.," she lifted you up off the ground with a hand around your throat, slamming you back into the wall while she intensely looked you over.

Wanda leaned forward, her hand tightening around your throat while her tongue licked over your lips, cleaning off the mess she made before she tenderly kissed your lips and left you breathless in every sense of the word., "Don't ever leave mommy hanging like this again detka.," she growled out in direct contrast to her former softness, then she released her grip on you just in time for you to gasp enough to regather your breath, and then to take your designated seat besides her.

No one questioned your disheveled appearance as they started to file into the room, but you did catch the way Natasha softly snorted as she looked between you and Wanda, who wore a satisfied smile, while you stared at your hands. Tony began to speak about the team mission next week, but you were too busy hyper focusing on the woman's slick that was coating your mouth and dripping down your throat.

*Focus up detka, or you're going to make mommy need your assistance again...*

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The mission that you all went on was grueling, your body ached incessantly as you entered the compound, and all you wanted to do was sleep. But as you laid down in the bed after cleaning the grime off you couldn't stop thinking of your lover, she had looked so defeated after you'd entered together, and all you now wanted was to find her and make her feel a smidge better. Wanda told you she'd be in the kitchen; baking did always make her feel better, but you had something else in mind to relieve the stress.

When you entered the kitchen you stood in the doorway, watching as she swayed around to the beat of her calming nature sounds and held a bowl in her hands that you believed to be the batter for her delectable, ooey gooey brownies., "Detka, take a picture, it'll last longer.," you rolled your eyes, then made your way over to wrap your arms around her from behind., "What happened to your nap, are you okay?," your heart warmed to hear her clear concern.

"I missed you mommy.," she shivered when you placed a kiss to the nape of her neck while your hand slowly slid beneath her apron, and slipped into her pants to palm her over her boxers., "Detka.," she breathed through gritted teeth, but you could feel her hardening as you began to slowly rub her over the dri-fit fabric., "Shh, mommy just let me take care of you."

Wanda nearly dropped her batter when you delved into her boxers and groped her shaft., "Don't tease me detka.," she released a shaky breath as your hand began to move up and down her shaft in slow, and steady strokes. This pace of yours actually seemed to help, her tense muscles were relaxing with every move; she felt at peace with your body against hers.

The idea of releasing in her pants however didn't sit well with her as she was still baking. Her hand stopped yours, causing you to pout against her shoulder but she soon remedied the situation when she spun in your hold to kiss you hard, while her hand now took over stroking her throbbing cock., "Mmm, I wanna cum on your face baby, please.," she was so incredibly desperate to see you in such a state.

There was no hesitation as you dropped to your knees, taking over for her so that she could just enjoy the show., "Shit, you look so fucking hot when you're on your knees for me honey.," she could feel her stomach flexing as you increased the speed of your hand, and looked up at her with eyes that shone with a faux innocence., "Fuck, fuck, fuck.," she chanted the curse as she felt the pit in her stomach burst, she watched in awe as her load spurted out in thick white lines atop of your freshly cleaned face. 

Wanda smirked at the sight of you, with her cum perfectly drizzled over your face in swirls., "Cinnamon rolls sound good to you detka?," you returned her smirk, and nodded softly., "Sounds perfect mommy.," she hummed as you kissed her, her tongue then set out to clean your face of the sinful evidence, before she placed a final few kisses to your plump lips., "Get me the flour then will you moya lyubov?"

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As with most missions that require the entire team, there's always an unnecessary party to follow. Tony declared that it would fall at the end of the month, his way of bridging the gap between the months for thanks and cheer. Wanda told you she'd see you there as she had taken it upon herself to set up, but really she just wanted to surprise you with her suit, but had she really been thinking she should've known you'd had the same sort of idea.

When you arrived at the gala all eyes were tuned onto you, the flashes of cameras not even throwing you off as you shoved passed Tony's crew and into the venue in search of your love. Nobody's eyes mattered to you more than hers, and fortunately for you they'd been fixated on the door, and were now dilated at seeing you. Wanda was unable to hear Bucky anymore, his crisis over Steve was now left unresolved as she settled her glass on the nearby table and left.

The dress you wore was designed to be ruined, Wanda was almost sure of it as she shamelessly  stared at you from the end of the venues bar. Those familiar thighs of yours were on display as the deep red fabric was slitted on each side. Wanda was desperate to be buried between them, it didn't matter how either, her mouth, fingers or cock, nothing was off limits to her. It'd been too fucking long, and the both of you were painstakingly aware of this, which is exactly why you wore this, to remind her of what she's been missing out on this month.

Wanda met you halfway after you locked eyes., "Detka, you look beautiful.," she immediately pulled you in by your hips, nuzzling her nose against your own before kissing you lovingly., "Thank you honey, but have you seen yourself"

Wanda smirked, because yes, she had indeed seen herself, and she knew she looked good., "Oh this?," she teased you, chuckling as you left her without a reply, because your eyes were too busy looking her over, in the suit that somehow matched the shade of your dress perfectly.

Funny enough there wasn't anything revealing about her outfit like there was yours, where your breasts were out on display, hers were tucked away beneath her bright white polo. Wanda didn't need to show skin to look hot, it was all in her dominant stance, coupled with the way she looked at you with her hypnotizing viridescent eyes that shone with so much love for you that it made your heart burst.

Then when she grips your bicep to regather your attention, like now, you can feel the chill of her metal rings as they settle atop your skin., "Hm?," you girlfriend chuckled, taking the drink from your hands just to down it for you., "I lost you there for a minute detka, maybe you should lay off the booze, yeah?," she winked, and you pouted but reluctantly you nodded., "Good girl..."

Wanda pulled you onto the dance floor, and allowed your bodies to sway to whatever beat was playing as she stared down at her watch. Time was taunting her, because in just two hours time she was allowed to have you, but with the way you were pushing yourself back into her crotch she wasn't sure she'd last., "Careful detka, wouldn't want you to lose when you're this close.," you whined as she stilled your movements with a firm grip of your hips.

"Mommy, please.," you spun around to see her, "I don't care anymore, I just want you inside."

Wanda pulled you forward, her lips met yours, catching the pitiful groans you let out as you felt her hardened bulge through your dress. The witch wasted no time either as she pulled you off the floor, and towards the exit where you just so happened to catch sight of Natasha. The redhead smirked as she caught on, sending a wink your way with the tip of her drink, and if your eyes didn't deceive you, you're almost certain she mouthed out a "you're welcome." To which you once again just flipped her off.

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Once you were back in your room you felt like you were combust as Wanda snapped your dress out of existence and shoved you back onto the bed., “I’m going to wreck you.,” she now hovered above you in her bra, and briefs., “Please do.,” you groaned before pulling her face down and into yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda groaned herself as she was slowly thrusting down, just for your ample wetness to quickly transfer from your panties to her briefs.

Wanda pulled back to look up from you, a smirk took over her face as she saw the time. 11:50PM flashed brightly from your bedside table., “Ten minutes detka, bet we can time it just right too.,” she giggled when you met her with a confused expression, then she began to slowly move down your body, leaving behind deep marks like she always did, it was her favorite way to remind you that you were hers.

The witch lifted the hem of your panties teasingly slow, giving the illusion of incoming relief, then she watched your body flinch as she allowed the fabric to slap back into your skin., “Patience detka.,” she mocked, then she pulled the sticky fabric down, staring in awe as she was met with your glistening folds., “Mmm.,” she took a deep breath in, letting the smell of your arousal really seep in before she began to lightly lick at the sensitive mound, making your body squirm and twitch, and huff out in obvious frustration., “Mommy!,” she hummed against your clit causing your thighs to clench around her head., “Mommy said she doesn’t date quitters, so just be patient now detka…”

Wanda continued to tease you, increasing the amount of arousal that coated your thighs, and now her lips as she barely gave you any relief. After a painstakingly long six minutes she finally picked up her pace, slipping two of her fingers into you unannounced, and loving the way your body reacted to such a simple act. Her lithe fingers pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm, building you up, but expertly ensuring you didn’t fall over into bliss just yet. It wasn’t until the clock flashed 11:59pm that your lover increased the momentum, and added the use of her mouth back into the mix.

Counting down from ten against your clit in a stimulating hum had your whole body tensing in anticipation for the release that was about to take place, the pit was tightened unbearably, and after she got to one, her fingers curled strategically into your spot, causing your back to arch off of the bed while your bodies lower half convulsed. Wanda graciously replaced her fingers with her tongue as she claimed every last bit of your given arousal, even delving it deep within you to prolong your high.

Wanda was aching for release of her own, she went to roll a condom over her length but you quickly stopped her., “Mommy, no, I-I want you to cum inside me, please.,” her eyes lit up as you finally gave her the go ahead she’d been dreaming about., “Oh detka, you’re going to look so fucking beautiful carrying my child.,” she took a shaky breath in as she prepared her body to feel your warmth in totality, she has an unusually high stamina, but the fear of being lost in the feeling of your pussy and therefore prematurely busting was at an all time high.

Your whines for more inspired her to finally take the next step, her cock was even twitching in anticipation as she finally pushed her tip in., “Oh shit.,” she groaned as the unfamiliar feel of you organically wrapping around her hit, and you clenched hard at the feel of her filling you., “You’re so fucking tight detka, gonna make me cum without even fucking trying.,” she rested her forehead against yours, the both of your breaths mixing as she tried to reel herself in, then she finally brought her lips to yours in a rough kiss to match the pace she picked up.

Her tongue easily overtook yours, she explored your mouth, intent on tasting you in all forms, with added hints of sweetness from your drink, and a sliver of your essence from your arousal that still somewhat coated her lips and tongue. Your broken moans were filtering into her mouth as she fucked her cock so deeply into you that you could feel a prominent bulging of your abdomen with every repeated thrust. Wanda eventually lost her ability to keep up with the kiss as you’d already done long before her, she instead burrowed her face in your neck, sucking at the unmarred skin as she worked tirelessly to build you both up.

“Mommy please, I need to cum, but I need you to fill me up, wanna feel you deep inside.,” she groaned at your pleadings, you sounded as desperate for it as she herself felt, and so she ruthlessly pounded you into the mattress, choking out moans as your walls fluttered intensely around her length for a final time as she stilled atop you, her cum painting your walls white, and sending you into one of the most aggressive orgasms you’ve ever had.

Wanda watched in awe as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arching only causing her to spasm further as her cock was twisted and squeezed even harder, and she collapsed into you as the last of her cum spilled out of her, she was content with this position too, this way her seed didn’t come spilling out, and also, when she wakes up with her usual morning wood she’d already be in the perfect place to relieve that tension. Double ensuring that you ended up pregnant, and that she is never displaced from your cunt again.

“Sleep well princessa, mommy loves you.,” she laid a gentle kiss to your cheek, then hummed when you turned to meet her lips for a slow kiss., “I love you too Wands, so very much.,” she smiled tiredly, flicking her wrist to cover your bodies with the blanket, then she slipped off into a well deserved nights sleep after you.

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[bbyquokka]

7:23 pm (hjs & ksm)

→ GENRE: timestamp | drabble | smut — MDNI!

→ WARNINGS: fem!reader | oral (M) | voyeurism | jisung & reader are in a established relationship | pet name (babe)

→ WORDS: 0.7k – (750)

→ A/N: uh, idk. i took a small break from working on my hyunjin fic and this happened. 🤷🏼‍♀️

→ m.list – → ao3

“Dude, let me in. I need to wash my hands.” Seungmin bangs on the wooden bathroom door. Jisung sighs deeply, his back flush against it.

He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back before looking down at you. He hums, tangling his fingers in your hair before tugging at the scalp. You hum around his cock, slurping on his length as your head bobs.

“Jisung, for the love of god. Let me in for fucks sake!” Seungmin sounds impatient. 

“Fuck off, Seungmin. I'm busy!” Jisung moans deeply, your throat clenching around his cock as you swallow him. You feel proud from his reaction that you did it again earning a sharp tug of your hair.

“Dude! Are you–?”

“Yes! And you're making it harder for me to concentrate.”

“So gross.” Seungmin mumbles. “Just let me in. I'll be in and out before you know it.”

Jisung's sighs deeply, stepping to the side a little whilst opening the door. You look up as you continue sucking Jisung, your gaze meeting Seungmin's.

He tsk as he steps inside and walks to the sink.

“Minho would kill you if he knew you two were doing this in his home.” Jisung shrugs, his full attention on you. You close your eyes as he holds your head, hips thrusting at a slow and steady pace.

“Who cares – fuck. Anyways, what Minho doesn't know can't hurt him.” Jisung sighs in relief, his cock stroking your throat. You place your hands on your thighs, allowing your boyfriend to do as he pleases with you.

Seungmin rolls his eyes, turning on the tap to finally wash his hands. He swallows thickly, looking at you and Jisung via the bathroom mirror. 

Soft moans and splutters escape your lips as Jisung pushes his cock further down your throat, his cockhead hitting the very back. Your nails dig into his thighs as he gathers your hair in his hands to make a ponytail.

“Fuck, your mouth feels too fucking good. I love being able to use you like this.” Jisung splutters, throaty moans escaping his lips. His head slowly becomes foggy as his body becomes consumed with a delicious amount of pleasure.

Your core flutters at his words, thighs rubbing together as drool spills from your lips and down your chin. Seungmin tried to take his eyes off you both, partially you, but he couldn't.

He presses his lips together, absentmindedly washing his hands. The more you whimper and groan, the more turned on he feels. His heart rate speeding up, heat rushing throughout his body, making his cock and balls ache and twitch.

Seungmin always thought of you as a sweet and innocent person. Everywhere you went, you left a trail of flower petals and joy behind. Seeing you on your knees, slurping on your boyfriend's cock is a stark contrast from what he usually sees; and he likes it more than he thinks.

“Are you just going to watch or–?” Jisung smirks, noticing Seungmin's cheeks go red from being caught out.

“Or what?” Seungmin questions, eyebrows raised.

“Or do you want y/n to help you with that?” Jisung pulls his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop. You lick your swollen lips l, a string of saliva connecting you to Jisung's cock. Your hand wraps around the base as you idly pump him. 

“Come Minnie. Let me help you.” You purr, gesturing at the obvious tent in his jeans. Seungmin raises his brow slowly, looking at you both.

“Seriously?” You nod fast, grinning innocently.

“Sungie wouldn't mind, would you?” You look up at him. Jisung shakes his head, shrugging.

“Of course not. If it makes you happy. Plus, I know how much you love cock.”

“I do but I love yours the most, Sungie. So big and thick. It hits all the right places and makes me feel so good.” You purr, lapping at his cock head. Jisung grunts, his nails raking through your hair.

Seungmin swallows. Your dirty words rushing straight to his cock. He never thought you would be capable of speaking such filth, let alone act upon it. Yet here you are, on your knees looking up at Jisung with doll eyes as you lap on his cockhead, his salty pre-cum coating your tastebuds.

“You taste so delicious, Sungie. I want more.” You mewl. Jisung chuckles softly, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb.

“Take care of Seungmin and maybe I will give you more of what you love, babe.” 

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[gracie7209]

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

WC: 12.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My what Frankie?”

“Your hands….” He finally chokes out.

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

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

“You know what you’re doing— Why??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know. It’s been a long time — I….”

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

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

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

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

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

“No—“

Frankie cuts you off…

“I thought…” he shakes his head.

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

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

“Ha,” Frankie gives an annoyed chuckle.

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

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

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

“That’s the point sweetheart!”

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Querida. Let me touch you—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That gets him.

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

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

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

“We need to talk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tried?” You squeak out. He nods.

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

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

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

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

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

….

Earlier that day….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“POPE! Just shut up!”—

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Just a long day is all.”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck Pope?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Frankie…” He starts shaking his head,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

……

Present….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then why—“ but he cuts you off..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod and power through.

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

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

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

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

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

“Am I what?”

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

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

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

—

Two and Half Years Ago…..(roughly)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

Back to present……

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

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

And then I met you.”

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

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

Now it’s his turn to look guilty…

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

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

He seems almost agitated, his words surprising you.

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

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

Shit. He had forgotten about that.

—

Two and a Half Years Ago….

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure…”

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

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

“Oh God, oh fuck!”

“I know, I’ll go slow….”

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

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

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

“Fuck yes gorgeous.”

And that’s it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are completely fucked.

—

Back to Present…..

“Does it really matter now?”

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

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

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

“Well it can just stay between us then.”

“I guess it can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know that, Frankie…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

Two years ago…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

—

Back to Present…..

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

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

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

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

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

He’s still here after all?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He speaks. Finally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“None of them were you.”

“Oh.” Your stomach does a little flip.

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

“I know….”

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

“What would you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys kiss and make up yet?”

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

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

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

It feels right.

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

—

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🔞 Cops & Robbers (Bbangju) 🔞

Synopsis: Kim Younghoon and Lee Juyeon have been locked in a battle of cops and robbers for almost five years. Then the line between good guy and bad guy starts to blur

WC: 3100

Tags: Hate sex, Top Juyeon, Bottom Younghoon, Unprotected Sex, References to violence

A/N: This is the first chapter of a WIP. Nobody wants TBZ smut though so I have no idea why I’m sharing this. Guess I’m a glutton for punishment 🤷🏼‍♀️

Younghoon checked the address on his phone for the third time and looked back up at the club entrance. The line snaked almost completely around the building. He took a deep breath and approached the front door.

“Can I help you?” the bouncer asked.

“I was invited by the owner,” Younghoon showed him the text with the address. There was an 8 digit code of letters and numbers that Younghoon hadn’t been able to decipher. The bouncer read the message, repeated the code over the headset, and opened the door.

“Wait there,” he nodded toward the bar.

“Thank you,” Younghoon nodded.

“Can I get you anything?” the bartender asked.

“He’s with me,” Younghoon turned to see a skinny dark haired man behind him. Younghoon knew from all the years of surveillance that he was Ji Changmin.

“Of course,” the bartender nodded.

“Follow me,” Changmin said. He led Younghoon past the dance floor, up a flight of stairs, and back to an area separated by a heavy curtain with two bouncers on either side. They pulled it back when they saw Changmin.

“Thank you gentlemen,” Changmin nodded. Sitting on a plush couch was Lee Juyeon, the most notorious gangster in the city and Younghoon’s personal problem for the past five years. He was impeccably dressed sipping champagne. Younghoon was in worn jeans and a faded button down shirt. Public service didn’t allow for many luxuries.

“I was half expecting you to not show up,” he smiled. “Drink?”

“I’m working,” Younghoon crossed his arms.

“Hardly. You’re here on your own time. I know you won’t bill this visit to the residents of this fine city,” Juyeon took a sip.

“Why did you call me here?” Younghoon questioned.

“We haven’t tried to kill each other in at least 6 months. I missed seeing that self righteous face of yours,” Juyeon grinned. “That will be all, Changmin.”

The other man nodded and left. They were alone save the two bouncers outside the curtain.

“Seriously, why am I here?” Younghoon asked.

“Have a seat, have a drink, and maybe I’ll tell you,” Juyeon gestured to the spot next to him.

“Maybe?” Younghoon repeated.

“Maybe,” Juyeon raised his glass. Younghoon chewed the inside of his cheek.

“Fine,”

“Excellent,” the other man grinned. He patted the seat next to him. Younghoon sat and Juyeon poured him a glass of champagne. “There’s another gang making far too many waves for my liking. It’s been low level shit so far. Things like trying to force me out of certain neighborhoods or tipping off the cops when one of my guys is making a pickup or delivery. I doubt they’ve made it on your radar yet. You know how much I hate competition.”

“You hate a lot of things,” Younghoon replied.

“Including you, but you’re the only one who can shut them down before things start to get really ugly,” Juyeon explained.

“Says the one who’s tried to stab me on multiple occasions,” Younghoon took a sip of the champagne. It was good. Of course it was good. Juyeon could afford the best of everything.

“And you haven’t tried to stab me?” Juyeon leveled his gaze at Younghoon. “But I digress. I’m not talking about the two of us using knives as foreplay. I’m talking actual body counts.”

Younghoon choked on his drink. Juyeon gave him a few solid slaps on the back.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Younghoon coughed.

“Get them out of my hair. In return I’ll stay out of yours,” Juyeon told him.

“Are you going to stop dealing drugs and running guns?” Younghoon questioned.

“Of course not. I’ve still got to make a living. Though you know I don’t like guns. It’s a necessary evil in this business,” Juyeon refilled his glass.

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as necessary evil,” Younghoon replied.

“Of course you wouldn’t. You like rules too much,” Juyeon leaned over and refilled Younghoon’s glass. He didn’t realize he’d finished it.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Younghoon asked.

“If two glasses of champagne gets you drunk then you’re a bigger lightweight than I thought you were,” Juyeon snorted.

“You think I’m a lightweight?” Younghoon questioned.

“I know you’re a lightweight. I follow you just as much as you follow me,” Juyeon shrugged. Younghoon knew that. He’d known that for years.

“And if I agree to this?” Younghoon asked.

“I told you. I’ll make as few waves as possible in my line of work. I have a few names, but I haven’t been able to confirm where they fall in the hierarchy. I do know their leader isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty,” Juyeon replied.

“I’ll think about it,” Younghoon said finally.

“If that’s the best I’m getting right now I’ll take it,” Juyeon took another sip of his drink. “Relax. Enjoy your drink. Come home with me.”

“Excuse me?” Younghoon sputtered.

“I know it’s loud in here, but you heard me,” Juyeon said. Younghoon was stunned. Lee Juyeon had not just asked him to go home with him. “Well?”

“How do I know you’re not gonna slit my throat or something?” Younghoon was suspicious. Juyeon laughed.

“I want to do many things to that pretty throat of yours, but slitting it is not one of them,” he put his glass down and rested his hand on Younghoon’s thigh. “I’d much rather mark it up with my mouth than a knife.”

“What…what else would you do?” Younghoon swallowed hard.

“To your neck or to the rest of you?” Juyeon prompted.

“Both?” Younghoon was starting to feel unbearably hot.

“Let me show you,” Juyeon pulled Younghoon into his lap and joined their lips. Juyeon tasted like champagne and a hint of cigarettes. Juyeon only smoked when he was stressed. He’d learned a lot about the other man’s habits over the past five years. Younghoon held onto Juyeon’s face and kissed him harder. He felt the other man smile against his lips.

“So you do want me, too,” he purred.

“Maybe,” Younghoon breathed.

“Then let me take you somewhere far less public and far more comfortable,” Juyeon suggested.

“Okay,” Younghoon agreed. Two glasses of champagne wasn’t enough to even give him a buzz, but it was clearly enough to agree to Juyeon’s proposition. Juyeon plucked Younghoon off his lap and led him out of the club through a back entrance. There was a car already waiting.

“Were you that confident I’d say yes?” Younghoon asked.

“I figured once you actually showed up then there was a better than 50% chance you’d agree,” Juyeon smiled, opening the door for Younghoon.

“Cocky bastard,” Younghoon muttered.

“I think you’ll like my cock quite a bit. Though my parents were married when I was born,” the other man replied. Younghoon opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t have a witty retort. Juyeon was the razor witted one. He always had been.

Juyeon started kissing him again as the car started. Younghoon’s lips were starting to swell by the time they arrived at Juyeon’s house (mansion). His cock was hard enough to cut diamonds and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath no matter how hard he tried.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” Juyeon instructed when they made it to the bedroom, clothes strewn all over the floor.

“Fuck me,” Younghoon’s dignity was out the window.

“Yes, but how? On your back? From behind? Standing up? My repertoire is vast,” Juyeon told him. Younghoon looked down at him from his place on Juyeon’s lap.

“On my back. I want to see you,” Younghoon decided.

“Aren’t you the romantic,” Juyeon teased.

“At least if you try to kill me it won’t be a surprise,” Younghoon retorted.

“I have no desire to kill you, unless you count fucking the life out of you,” Juyeon laughed.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Younghoon told him.

“Then get on your back and let’s get started,” Juyeon pecked him on the lips before flipping him over. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

“I’ve taken a dick before, please and thank you,” Younghoon glared.

“Not as big as mine you haven’t,” Juyeon replied as he lubed up his fingers. With his dry hand he pulled his underwear off. Younghoon’s jaw dropped. “Told you.”

“Take your time,” Younghoon squeaked.

“Wise choice,” Juyeon smirked. He slowly and methodically opened Younghoon up. Even two of his fingers stretched him. Juyeon would periodically tease his prostate, causing Younghoon’s hips to buck. He was four fingers deep in Younghoon before he declared him sufficiently prepped. Younghoon whined when Juyeon withdrew his fingers.

“Patience, darling,” he smirked as he put the condom on. Younghoon tried to glare at the other man, but it looked more pouty than anything. “So dramatic.”

“I am no-,” Younghoon was cut off by the feeling of Juyeon pushing into him.

“You’re not what?” Juyeon looked down at him.

“I’m not dramatic,” Younghoon whined.

“You’re about to be making plenty of dramatic noises,” Juyeon moved smoothly out of Younghoon, then bottomed out.

“Fuck!” Younghoon grunted.

“That’s what I like to hear,” the other man said then began thrusting into him. Younghoon never felt this full, this stretched before. It burned for a few seconds then his body gave in, accepting Juyeon like he’d been made for him.

“That’s right, darling. Relax and let me make you feel good,” Juyeon praised.

“So good,” Younghoon gasped.

“Perfect,” Juyeon smiled down at him. Younghoon let himself get lost in the feeling of Juyeon fucking him. He pulled the other man down and kissed him like he was the sole source of oxygen in the universe. This man he was supposed to hate because he was against everything Younghoon stood for was currently making him feel things he didn’t think were possible.

“Gonna…come…” he gasped. Juyeon pushed himself back up on his arms and fucked into Younghoon even harder. Younghoon came, painting his torso white.

“My turn,” Juyeon grinned, holding down one of Younghoon’s hips as he chased his high. He came a few moments later, emptying into the condom. He collapsed on top of Younghoon. Juyeon nuzzled against Younghoon’s cheek. Younghoon wrapped his arms around Juyeon’s waist. Then he started to come down from his high.

“That was…” Younghoon suddenly rolled out from under Juyeon and got up.

“That was…” Juyeon propped his head up on his hand.

“A one time thing,” Younghoon didn’t look at him as he started picking up his clothes.

“Is that so?” he asked as he disposed of the condom.

“Yes, it was,” Younghoon pulled up his pants. “I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“Your thoughts seemed pretty clear 5 minutes ago,” Juyeon pulled on his robe and hugged Younghoon from the back. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good.”

Younghoon’s breath hitched. The silk felt cool against his still sweaty back. Juyeon’s fingers splayed out around his ribs. His left index finger pressed against the scar.

“I gave you that, didn’t I? Was it our first time? Or our second?” he breathed against Younghoon’s ear.

“First,” Younghoon whispered.

“Right, you moved right as I was trying to stab you. That was fun,” Juyeon smiled.

“You have a bizarre definition of fun,” Younghoon turned his head only for Juyeon to catch his lips. The other man turned Younghoon so they were facing each other again.

“Maybe. I’m not sure if trying to kill you or fucking you was more fun. However, I’ve tried to kill you at least five times and I’ve only fucked you once,” Juyeon noted between kisses.

“Don’t forget that I gave you this,” Younghoon ran his finger over a thin, silvery scar on Juyeon’s collarbone.

“How could I forget when I let my guard down?” Juyeon’s fingers tangled in Younghoon’s hair. “Look what happened when you let yours down.”

They tumbled back on the bed, Younghoon in only his jeans and Juyeon’s robe hanging open.

“I said it was a mistake,” Younghoon looked up at him.

“No, you said it was a one time thing. You never said anything about mistakes,” Juyeon grinned.

“I was trying to leave,” Younghoon glared.

“Yet here you are under me again. Clearly you weren’t trying hard enough,” Juyeon perched on Younghoon’s hips. Younghoon felt himself starting to get hard again.

Fuck.

“Your dick certainly seems to think this wasn’t a one time thing,” Juyeon smirked. The other man’s cock was mostly hard again.

“Have you seen yourself?” Younghoon blurted out.

“Excuse me?” Juyeon asked.

“You know you’re hot. Of course my dick is going to react when you’re sitting on it wearing nothing but that square of fabric you call a robe,” Younghoon glared.

“You think I’m hot?” Juyeon looked like he was ready to devour him.

“I said you know you’re hot,” Younghoon breathed. His cock pressed painfully against his zipper.

“You know one time thing can be interpreted in many ways. It could be, as you’ve already tried, one fuck. It could be one night where I fuck you until both of us are dry. It could be one time where I raw you. Time is flexible when you know how to manipulate it,” Juyeon pulled Younghoon up by his shoulders and kissed him again.

“I’m leaving,” Younghoon breathed between kisses.

“Then leave,” Juyeon retorted.

“Get up,” Younghoon told him.

“Make me,” Juyeon replied, taking off his robe and tossing it to the side. Younghoon wrapped his hands around Juyeon’s waist. “You know you can’t pick me up like that.”

“I can try,” Younghoon huffed.

“Go ahead,” Juyeon kissed him again, grazing his finger over the scar on Younghoon’s ribs. Younghoon let go and ran his thumb over the mark on Juyeon’s collarbone. “We’ve marked each other forever, Younghoon. Why don’t you just give up?”

“I’m the good guy and you’re the bad guy,” Younghoon put his free hand on Juyeon’s ass, pulling him closer.

“Depends on how you look at it. Maybe I’m really the good guy here,” Juyeon bucked his hips against Younghoon’s straining erection. “That has to hurt. Why not open up your pants and save yourself the discomfort.”

“Make me,” Younghoon challenged.

“I can do it for you,” Juyeon reached between them and deftly opened Younghoon’s jeans. “See?”

“Asshole,” Younghoon glared.

“I’m about to ruin yours. Again,” Juyeon looked smug. It was hot. He slid off Younghoon’s lap and pulled his jeans down leaving him exposed. “Forgot to put your underwear back on?”

“I was in a hurry,” Younghoon huffed.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Juyeon forced Younghoon’s legs open and took his cock in his mouth. Younghoon let out an obscene groan. Juyeon laughed, sending a shot of pleasure up Younghoon’s spine.

“Get off,” Younghoon grunted, knotting his fingers in Juyeon’s dark locks.

“I plan on getting you off,” he teased the tip of Younghoon’s dick with his tongue. “Never knew you tasted this good.”

“Of course you would like the taste of semen,” Younghoon snorted.

“No darling. I said I like how you taste,” Juyeon nipped at Younghoon’s thigh.

“How many cocks have you sucked?” Younghoon asked. He wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know.

“Enough to know,” Juyeon dragged his tongue up Younghoon’s length. “As much as I’d love to suck you off, I’d prefer to obliterate your ass. Again.”

“It was a one time thing,” Younghoon tried to sound authoritative, but it came out as a whine. Juyeon had reduced him to a whiny, pouty, needy hole.

“One time, one night, it’s all the same,” Juyeon planted his hands on Younghoon’s thighs and forced him onto his back with the weight of his body. “Hell, it could be one lifetime if you know how to sell it.”

“I’m not buying,” Younghoon tilted his chin so Juyeon had better access to his neck.

“Don’t kid yourself. I could sell a tarantula to an arachnophobe,” Juyeon’s lips moved against Younghoon’s neck as he spoke. Younghoon’s body arched into Juyeon’s. “That’s it. Don’t fight it.”

“I have to,” Younghoon whined, spreading his legs.

“You don’t have to do anything. You’d rather play by someone else’s rules than make your own choices,” Juyeon ran his finger over Younghoon’s hole, still loose from earlier.

“That’s why -,”

“I know, I know. You’re the good guy and I’m the bad guy,” Juyeon cut him off. “Are you gonna let me raw you or not?”

“How do I know you’re clean?” Younghoon looked at him.

“I guess you’ll just have to trust me,” Juyeon slid one finger into Younghoon.

“Why should I trust you?” Younghoon adjusted his hips on Juyeon’s fingers.

“In all the years you’ve known me, have I ever lied to you?” Juyeon’s expression changed from playful to serious. “I’ve always done exactly what I said I was going to do. That includes trying to kill you on multiple occasions.”

“That’s true,” Younghoon confirmed.

“So why wouldn’t you trust me?” the other man asked. Younghoon bit his lip. He knew the answer, but he didn’t want to give Juyeon the satisfaction of hearing it. “Answer me, Younghoon.”

“You’ve never given me a reason not to,” Younghoon admitted.

“Exactly,” Juyeon’s expression changed back to mirthful. He pulled his fingers out, leaned over, and lubed his cock. “How convenient you’re already prepped for me.”

“Proud of yourself?” Younghoon wrinkled his nose.

“Very,” Juyeon pushed into him again. This time was an entirely different sensation. There was nothing separating them. Younghoon truly felt all of Juyeon.

“Holy fuck,” Younghoon breathed.

“So good for me. So responsive,” Juyeon pulled Younghoon up so he was sitting in his lap. Younghoon dug his fingers into Juyeon’s shoulders as he began thrusting up into him. Juyeon was taking him apart on his cock. Younghoon told himself he was too busy to fuck around. He had important work to do. Juyeon was the one who fucked around. He existed to make Younghoon’s life harder which, in his mind, included fucking anyone he wanted whenever he wanted. Yet here he was stuffed full with Juyeon’s dick for the second time that night.

“I hate you,” Younghoon breathed into Juyeon’s mouth.

“I hate you too. Now come for me, darling,” Juyeon had a vice grip on Younghoon’s hips. Younghoon came because he always did as he was told. Juyeon came a few seconds later, pumping everything he had left into Younghoon. Younghoon let his forehead fall on Juyeon’s forehead. The other man rubbed his back, his touch almost loving.

“They say hate sex is the best sex,” Juyeon observed.

“Wouldn’t know,” Younghoon mumbled.

“Right. You’re too busy saving the world from me,” Juyeon chuckled.

“Maybe I’m more selective with who I sleep with,” Younghoon pinched Juyeon’s shoulder. Juyeon popped him on the ass.

“Lying doesn’t suit you,” Juyeon told him.

“What does suit me?” Younghoon picked up his head.

“Being my obedient little fucktoy,” the other man taunted. Younghoon’s cock gave a pathetic twitch. “You like that idea? Being my fucktoy?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Younghoon asked.

“You bring out the chatty part of me,” Juyeon grinned.

“I bring out a lot in you,” he meant it as an insult.

“You have no idea,” Juyeon laughed.

#minors dni #the boyz hard hours #the boyz fanfic #Younghoon x Juyeon #the boyz smut #this will flop but I tried

[machihunnicutt]

HELLO AL AMAZING ASK GAME and okay being restrained in the number of these I want to hear answers for LOL:

🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

🚿Where do your best ideas seem to strike?

👩‍🏫Pick a character and I'll tell you their favorite season and why. <- can I ask for Hawk AND Beej? is that cheating??

AHHH TY OK…these are good ones

🏡Perfect writing environment is probably coffee shops! I wrote pretty much all of both sides now and most of baby it’s you in all day writing sessions at coffee shops on my days off.

I stay more focused when I write with other people around and I also like to have background noise that isn’t too distracting.

🚿At work usually! On airplanes/buses/long car rides idk why 🤷🏼‍♀️ I can never predict when I’m going to have a new idea, though. It really comes out of nowhere most of the time.

I think I am going to write an (OC heavy, probably pretty niche 😀 ) 3rd installment to the bsn universe and when I first started this project I had no idea there would even be a sequel lol it’s very strange…

👩‍🏫Their favorite season???

Hawkeye’s a winter boy I know this to be true. He was definitely the kid who led the games/snow fort building/snowball fights. He looks best in a sweater. BJ will wrap them both up in a quilt and build a fire in the fireplace…and also I just think he’s sensitive to endings 🥺even just the end of another happy year.

BJ’S IS SUMMER I think but maybe I just love opposites attract beejhawk too much! It’s because he loves the beach: lazing around on a beach towel, watching Hawk read and Erin build a sandcastle, buying popsicles that drip down their chins, walking along the shore. I think he likes everything about summer, though. I think he likes how the heat brings tensions to the surface. I think he likes crowded, open air, dance halls, and steaming, underground clubs where young people dance until they’re drenched in sweat and the humidity deflates their hair and makes their makeup run. I think he likes long days, and jean shorts :)

#ask awi #THANKS PARKER

[exlibrisfangirl]

FOR THE CHARACTER ASK THING: Tell me about Chris Argent (Sorry it took me so long. I worked till late last night and have literally been busy all day today)

Ah, there she is! I was waiting with baited breath for the ask I KNEW would come... 🤪

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*/ LOML

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav / HOLY REDEMPTION ARC BATMAN

otp(s): Derek (Dergent), Melissa McCall (McArgent) <- YES, I HAVE TWO OTPS FOR HIM... ONE CANON, ONE NOT CANON. MIND YA BUSINESS.

other ship(s): Not really

#noromo ship(s): Allison, Isaac (WE WERE ROBBED), Lydia, Malia, Scott, Parrish... look, I just really love the way Chris embraces his new role as Pack Dad, okay? Papa Argent, Mama McCall, and their herd of disaster children is a dynamic that means so very much to me...

crack ship(s): We all know the greatest ship of all is Chris x The Code, right? If he could marry it and have its babies, he would. Also: Dechrissa, obviously. 🤷🏼‍♀️

fav headcanon(s):

His crossbow and favorite guns have names. (He doesn't actually tell anyone that explicitly, but Melissa and Derek find out.)

His middle names are Henri-Gerard, after his ancestor and his father. His mother's name was Katrina; Kate (Katherine Marie) was named partly after her mother, partly after their ancestor Marie-Jean. As with many other things, the Argents like to honor tradition by reusing family names.

He had an old, silver fleur de lis (a family heirloom) hanging on the wall over his bed, the same way someone might have a cross or other symbolic religious ornament. He took it down after Allison died and now keeps it in his study.

He gets horrible nightmares... about Kate, about Allison... about lots of people and things, really. He's not a man who shows fear easily, but his demons come out to haunt him at night. He and Derek bond over that while they're out on the road together for weeks at a time.

I have SO MANY. I need to stop, or we'll be here all night, lol.

send me a character and i’ll respond with...

#angel in a big blue box #tumblr friends #the derek to my chris #brotp: pass the rump roast please #answered ask #fictional characters #shipping #headcanons #and the meme goes on #chris argent #teen wolf #sorry i lost this in my drafts and just now found it lol

[redpoodlern]

These are completely random, which makes the second one so much funnier.

5. Favorite form of potato

27. What's your favorite go-to outfit?

😂😂

I’m gonna say baked potatoes. Especially loaded. Except green onions of course. 🤢 last would probably be French fries except sweet potato fries. They rank surprisingly high. Should I do a list? Watch me leave out a form of potato 🤦🏼‍♀️

Baked potato > baked sweet potato > sweet potato fries > tator tots/hash browns > mashed tators > potato salad > potato chips (except plain & I really prefer ridges) > French fries.

Oh man. This is so questionable. 😬

For staying home, pajama bottoms & tshirt or tank top. Usually an oversized tshirt. And no bra of course. I’m highly suspicious of those who wear bras at home. 😂

For work, obviously scrub pants & a tshirt. Matching optional. And typically with socks that don’t match.

For leaving the house, jeans & a tshirt. Frequently, Oklahoma State related but mainly because I own so many. Again matching socks optional.

I’m really just into being comfortable. If I can’t be comfortable, I might not wanna go. 🤷🏼‍♀️

#my asks #jenni and alexa conversations #damn I might be weird

[iloveilovei]

Questions, questions, questions

Thanks @ladyauroraborealis for the tag 🥰

Nickname: I don't have one, my name can't be shortend (at least not to a pretty nickname) and nothing else stuck.

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Height: 1,77m, that's 5'8 I guess

Hogwarts house: no clue 🤷🏼‍♀️

The last thing you googled: How to convert my height 😂

Followers: 681 (how did that happen 🤗🤯)

Song stuck in my head: Kreise from Johannes Oerding

How much sleep: last night? About 6 hours...

Lucker number: 7

Aesthetic: it's either "we're going to a fancy restaurant"- or "life is better in pyjamas"-chique...

Dream job: I never really had a dream job and even now my job is not my "dream job", I like the people I work with, that makes all the difference for me. (I envy those who always knew what they wanted to do as a profession, never had that...).

Wearing: a dark blue jeans and a green sweater when I started this, now it's my pjs (blue with white polka-dots), veeery comfy.

Fav. instrument: piano, cello, guitar (I can't play any instrument though...)

Fav. author: I can't choose, I really can't...

Fav. song: alltime fave is "Don't stop me now" from queen. When I listen to this song I can do everything with a huge portion of enthusiasm

Fav. animal noise: the cooing of doves

Something random: my vaccum-cleaners name is Tiffy the dust-slayer.

Tagging 17 people is haaard, so I'm not doing it, but maybe the YR blog lurkers could chime in... would love to know something about you guys... come out of hiding!!!

#questions #mine #tagging game

[reginarubie]

1, 8, 34?

Hi! Thank you for the ask!

1. How do I usually dress

Let’s start with a concept I’ve discovered is not always shared in every country. In Italy we have this concept of “Bella figura” which means that you have if not to look your best at the very least look always prepared and never shabby. So I’ve learned since young age to always have footwear that goes with the waistband or the purse and use coordinated colors and looks and always look kept together.

Said that to answer your question at home I am like 24/7 in sweatpants and t-shirt, hair pulled up and glasses, I am bit lazy so I agree very much with the comfy clothes.

Day-to-day when I am off to uni or work I usually dress casual (jeans, combat boots or sketchers and t-shirt).

Even if it is not unusual that I go with the “dress to impress” adding even jus one item that makes all the look more refined.

8. Which colors I think agrees better with my personality

This is a though one. I’d say lime green and light purple/lilac because they encompass two of my most characterizing traits. The lime green because I am usually very extroverted (I am a ♊️ rising after all) and full of ideas and resources so it agrees with the most outgoing side of my personality. Light purple or lilac because while I can be very assertive if calm (which I usually connect with intense purple) I am also very kind and polite so it kinda of drains a bit out my over-assertiveness.

34. My binge food

Gelato 🍨(ice cream). I usually do not trust those who do not like gelato because it is my binge and comfort food whether I am sad, angry or just lazy. One just does not say no to gelato 🤷🏼‍♀️😊

Thank you for the ask! Hope you have a great day!

[innerartisanfan]

17 Questions

Got tagged by @deacydarling! Thank u so much love I'm 🥺

Rules answer 17 questions then tag 17 people you wanna know better

Nickname: My family calls me Alinchenbienchen sometimes (my name in cute, then bee in German) and I'm not getting in my mum's nicknames 😅😅

my old flatmate called me Ali...

Zodiac Sign: Pisces🐡

Height: 🤷🏼‍♀️

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor 🦁❤💛

Last Thing Googled: “moon sign calculator" (it's scorpio)

Favorite Musicians: Queen (duh), ABBA (defined my childhood I will not be taking criticism at this time), Michael Jackson, Elton John, (Elton John sung by Taaron Egarton), Panic! At the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Evanescence, Halestorm, Taylor Swift, Hans Zimmer...

A mixed bunch really😅

Song Stuck in My Head: High Hope's (but weirdly quiet, m having soft hours apparently 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Following: 584

Followers: 118

Amount of Sleep I Get: Right now enough, ask me again in a few weeks, semester's starting on monday

Lucky Numbers: 3,5,7,12,15,21

Dream Job: Writing🥺 I'd love to do science journalism (or something like that) and work for a monthly magazine or smth and research super interesting stuff

Or write books, or movies, something with creating stories.

I'm also good at teaching things but I actually loathe the school system and also being in front of groups of judgemental teenagers (personal worst nightmare) so let's not do that.

Wearing: Jean's, Tshirt, Cadigan, big-ass plaid scarf, (christmas socks), headphones but I forgot to play music for a while now oops

Favorite Songs: wait lemme think...

"The Revolution"/"Light a Fire"/"Liberty" by Chris de burgh (listen to it. Listen to it NOW. To the entire album if I'm being honest)

White Queen (As It Began) - Queen

Earth Song - Michael Jackson

Nightmare - Halsey (also the Rock Cover by Halocene??? 😔👌👌👌 that's some good shit)

Carol of the bells - piano version by George Winston

Instruments: eeeehhhm

Flute in elementary school???

I've tried cello for like 6 month in 5th grade...

I AM thinking about learning bass but I'm not quite sure how to go about it...

Random Facts: 

Elephant Brains react to humans the same way human brains react to puppies - they think we're cute.

The chicken came first bc the protein needed to make the eggshell can only be produced by hens (apperantly). On the other hand the species chicken came from other species who laid eggs (chrm T-Rex, chrm) but who weren't genetically 'chicken-eggs per see... wich means that the first being with 100% chicken-DNA wasn't in a real chicken egg...

Oh, you mean facts about me? Wierd flex, but ok.

I'm starting university the day after tomorrow and I'm a lil anxious about it.

I'm a vegetarian (tried vegan, almost starved myself, acknowledged that I need to learn how to cook properly before I leave out half the ingredients...)

Me? The biggest book nerd.

I have two little sisters (who are The Best Siblings The World Has Ever Seen, Don't Even Try and I love them so much)

I love dancing (and I'm not even half bad at it)

I originally wanted to study abroad but then it didn't work out

One time I went out with a big group of friends of friends (the cooler that thou-kind) to a bar and everybody got beers, except for me who ordered tea. My friends, apparently, found that iconic.

Aesthetics: big mugs of tea, piles of books, wold maps full of pins, fairy lights and cozy blankets, the runway at night through a rainy airplane window, big ass scarfs, farmer's markets, second hand shopping, walking home from the club at 5 in the morning when the sun comes up, campfires on the beach, in a strange city with only a backpack, literally every bathbomb Lush is selling, sitting on someones shoulders in a concert crowd

Tagging: @dearmrharing , @roombagreyjoy , @shaggy-goblin , @mm-better-not , @thatfunkylittlediscoman @j-gaff , @alltidvinter , @faller1344 , @hollowxo , @topblurryface119 , @alert-danger-queers , @bogdevilblog , @asupersonicwoman , @rogah-wrote-gaga , @deutschedame and honestly whoever wants to help a sister out and get this to 17 (how many ppl does this ask game think I know??)

As always, participation is entirely voluntary 🤗

[sweet-teeth-mfs]

about me tag thing

tagged by @mini-pretzel 🥨

How tall are you? I think I’m around 160cms (5′2)

What color and style is your hair? Bleached blonde and.. ..er, ...well, it’s kind of exactly like Namjoon’s hair? 

What color are your eyes? Steel blue with burnt umber/gold around the pupil. 

Do you wear glasses? When I can afford em. 

Do you wear braces? I should have, but I didn’t. 

What’s your fashion sense? Semi-casual masculine? I wear a lot of jeans, dress shirts, chelsea boots and nice big coats/leather jackets so???

Full name? Edie*

When were you born? The same year as Return of the Jedi. 

Where are you from and where do you live now? Born in New Zealand. Live in England. 

What school do you go to? I go to University (are you thinking this quiz was made for a certain age group?)

What kind of student are you? I’m the opinionated class clown who doesn’t do work until the night before and then gets good grades and thinks this means they’re just plain smart but boy oh boy does this NOT WORK in upper levels of education. 

Do you like school? I hated school, but also loved it, because I love learning and people. I enjoyed university much more though, because there was less forced socialising and sports. 

Favorite subject? I’m best at English, but I love art. Arguing art, and to a lesser degree, film, requires a really good brain in my opinion, and the benefits from understanding art are so great. Its like having a visual dictionary in your brain. I love knowing art. Greatest thing I ever learnt. 

Favorite tv shows? Anything HBO (Westworld, GOT), then things like Gotham (so bad its good), Star Trek (omfg I cried like a bitch at the Pike bits in the finale of Discovery omg), dramatic shit like How to Get Away With Murder, reality shit like Drag Race... I don’t watch a whole lot of tv to be honest. 

Favorite movie? I can’t say a definite favorite because I fucking LOVE film and could rant about it all day, but I will never not go completely to sentimental mush when I discuss either Jurassic Park or Terminator 2: Judgement Day. I think they’re both perfect films (not art house ofc but amazing for big budget blockbusters...) and they’re both really nostalgic for me. 

Favorite book? Again I have so many favourites, so I’ll say that I love reading Chocolat by Joanne Harris when I miss my mother, because it reminds me so strongly of her. 

Favorite past time? Smoking, drinking, chatting shit over cards. 

Do you have regrets? I’ve always thought that I should be cheesy as fuck and get an Edith Piaf tattoo ‘je ne regrette rien’, but I do have regrets. I’m just aware I can’t change em. Eyes front, chin up. 

Dream job? Head of a games studies lab / Published author / Museum Curator / Game producer / Professor / Smut writer / Professional interviewer of kpop bands

Would you ever like to be married? I am married. 

Would you like kids? I’m unconvinced. 

How many? Weasley-sized family, but I can’t be bothered to have them. 

Do you like shopping? Love it (getting new stuff). Hate it (being out with other people/trying on clothes). 

What countries have you visited? America, Canada, France, Italy, Australia, New Zealand, England, Scotland, Fiji, Indonesia, Germany. 

Scariest nightmare you have ever had? Probably the one I had where I was hiding under a cabinet from a murderer. Or any of my falling dreams. I used to have a lot of them. 

Any enemies? I keep grudges for a long time, but no. 

Any significant other? Yuh. 

Do you believe in miracles? I believe in unpredictable situations that can have outstanding and unexpected results?

How are you? I’m ok. 🤦🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

i tag: @feedmeramyun (I’m sorry to send you so many!) @thotantics, @red-exo, @rosyyeols, @anonchoiminho

#ask edie #tag game #ask games #edie’s opinion #about edie

[katie--mcgrath]

Odds from the 51 questions

1. Zodiac sign 
- Aries
3. Relationship status 
- Single
5. Person who’s arms you’d like to be in 
- Eliza Taylor 😍 or Katie McGrath. Or Alycia Debnam Carey. I’m down with whoever. 
7. How tall are you? 
- 5'3
9. What you’re doing tomorrow? 
- I have work and then having a friends night with my bffs
11. Your last night out in detail 
- I went to Chicago on Monday with some friends and we went ice skating at millennium park and then got dinner. 
13. All of pets you’ve ever had 
- I had a Brussels griffin named booger, a goldfish named jaws, and now I have another Brussels griffin named cosmo. 
15. Do you remember your last dream? 
- I don’t actually :(
17. Do you respect your government and the way your country is run? 
- LOL. 
19. Your favourite flavour of ice cream 
- Chocolate
21. Which swear word do you use the most? 
- shit or bitch
23. Any upcoming concerts? 
- not as of right now :(
25. Do you still talk to your first crush? 
- Nope I do not
27. Where you have lived before? 
- I’ve lived in Illinois my whole life 
29. Favourite style of clothing 
- skinny jeans, boots, tshirt or hoodie and maybe a beanie
31. Where did you go today?- I went to work and now I’m at the gym
33. How many countries have you visited?- including the US, I’ve been to 5 countries
35. Something new 
- I don’t know what to put for this lol
37. Is death more scary than life? 
- not necessarily
39. What’s your favorite part about today so far?
- watching a movie called Hurricane Bianca with @defy-that-gravity about Bianca Del Rio
41. Are you happy with where you live? 
- NO I HATE IT
43. What do you wear to bed? 
- Nothing 😏 just kidding I wear a tshirt and sweatpants or shorts
45. Chocolate or Vanilla? 
- chocolate
47. How late did you stay up last night and why?
- like 11. I was watching this show called Dracula 
49. Did you have a dream last night? 
- I think I did but I don’t remember what it was about
51. Picture of yourself🤷🏼‍♀️

#anon