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What Role Do Digital Door Locks Play in Modern Access Control Systems?

Digital door locks operate through the modern smart technology in controlling the access to your premises. As opposed to the traditional locks, installing digital locks ensure that only the authorized people are allowed in. These locks are connected to an access control system that records every single transaction logging. This article looks at how digital door locks fit into the access control systems and their contribution to improving security and managing traffic flow.

How Digital Locks Work?

Digital locks work through an interconnected network of system components which include:

Access Control System Server – This hosts the software responsible for assigning access tickets and monitoring traffic into the premises. It also houses the database with all the credential holders and their access levels.

Badging Server – This server captures several identity components including the photo, name, date and address to issue access badges also known as credentials. This server is usually linked up with the access control system server.

Digital Video Recorder- These recorders which are assigned to various cameras installed in the digital lock system to record events which can later be replayed. These recorders work more or less like a CCTV system.

The Control Panels – These panels act as the linking points between the access control server and the access points which can either be doors or checkpoints. They process the reader data, grant a request to exit or enter the premises and report the position of the door as either open or closed. They are also effective in reporting credential problems and intrusion.

Authentication

For you to gain access through digital doors, an authentication process must run successfully. This is the proof of identity as programmed into the lock system database. There are various authentication methods that locksmith near me can integrate into your digital access system.

Some of these are:

Numerical codes and Passwords

This is one of the common verification methods used in digital locks. The locks come with a keypad where you key in your code and if it corresponds with the database-stored code then the lock deactivates and grants you access.

Security tokens

This is where you swipe or scan a security token like a smart card to interact it with the lock. Some digital locks can retrieve credentials that are stored on personal digital assistants (PDA) through infrared data transfer techniques.

Biometrics

This authentication mode leverages on technologies such as retinal scanning, voice print identification, iris scanning and fingerprint scanning to grant access. They are very efficient and accurate.

Locksmith professionals are experienced in installing and maintaining digital door lock systems. You can have them assess your home and advise you accordingly on the best system to install.

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dress | chris sturniolo

contents: fwb; fingering (f receiving); (slightly) exhibitionism; soft dom!chris

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notes: writing chris was hard at first but i had so much fun! i still have another request for him on the drafts - the weeknd anon i did NOT forget you - but i figured id write this one first to get used to it lmaoo it’s so weird let me get my matt back! which btw gonna post a really long one on their birthday and then imma lock in on the pegging request (sturniolo police don’t kill me) it’s super super short but i hope you enjoy it ♡ tysm for over 1k followers, much much love ♡ it’s NOT proofread — i apologize for any mistakes but hopefully they won’t harm the story.

requested by: my dear funny gorgeous smart friend whom i very much love @thepubeburgler

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i couldn't stop laughing. nick had stumbled upon his feet and fallen flat onto the sofa, not making any effort to get up. amidst all the laughter, my hair got caught up in my hoop earrings, yanking my strands forward. “shit”, i muttered, trying to loosen it with my fingers as i recovered from the hilarious sight in front of me.

after a while trying, i realized i wasn't going to be successful in detangling my hair. i headed for the bathroom, turning myself to the reflection in the mirror and bringing my body near the sink so i could see better.

still listening to the chatter outside, i noticed footsteps approaching. they sounded unconcerned, like someone was dragging their feet until they suddenly stopped behind the door.

i heard three sharp knocks and answered “come in”, bumping into chris leaning on the doorframe. he checked me out from head to toe, not saying a word. instead, he simply entered the restroom and chuckled, watching me struggle with my own earring.

“let me help” he said, pulling up the sleeves of his t-shirt and stepping closer, tucking part of my hair behind my ear and cupping my face with both hands. chris quickly sealed our lips on a playful kiss and started to work in undoing my tangled logs, soon popping my hoop back in. he allowed me turn and check in the mirror if he'd done it the proper way, and i nodded as i admired the sight of us both standing there, in that tiny bathroom. i was wearing a long sleeve, knit sweater dress, stripes accentuating my curves and outlining my hips. chris looked handsome as he always does. he had a yellow bandana tying his long hair back and a necklace enhancing his collarbones. i couldn't help but let out a sigh, receiving a giggle from him in response.

both of us noticed how the atmosphere quickly changed, becoming more tense as chris came closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my right shoulder, blue eyes piercing me through the mirror.

“you look so good” he whispered in my ear, dragging his hand on my dress while biting on whatever his lips could reach. he saw my nipples hardening, poking through the thick fabric and with a naughty grin, he squeezed my thighs, running his hand upwards until my sweater was above my hips, exposing my panties to him. 

chris' fingers brushed over my underwear, teasing my waistband. i held my breath as his digits went down, sneaking inside my black panties. watching chris touching me in front of the mirror was almost pornographic, my mouth hanging open while he kept on groping my skin. i slightly opened my legs, spreading my body weight better and giving him more access so he could drag his fingers through my already folds. chris' lips reached my neck and i threw my head back, letting him mark me as much as he wanted.

he wouldn't take his eyes off me. i could feel he had noticed how my breath got heavier, my chest rising as he decided to increase his pace, quickly rubbing my clit. “eyes on the mirror, ma” he muffled in my ear. ”take a look at yourself, how pretty you are”

“chris-” i moaned, struggling to continue looking.

“do something for me yeah?” he asked and i nodded vigorously - i'd do anything if that meant he'd continue touching me.

chris took his finger out of my underwear, making me groan in frustration. he held back a laugh, wrapping his arms around my waist and taking a few steps backwards, carrying me with him. his back was now resting against the wall and he brought one of his hands to the back of my thighs, giving two light taps, asking me to lift it up.

i had now one foot on the floor and the other hanging as he held my thigh up, soon motioning me so i could step on the countertop while he kept me balanced by holding me in his arms and supporting me with his legs. “let go, babe. i'm holding you” he said, noticing my stiff body, unable to relax in that position.

chris's digits ran across my bare skin and soon reached the spot where they had been before, making me gasp. “shh” he shushed me, “just wanna make you feel good, mamas. nobody's getting here babe, relax f'me”.

i took a deep breath and nodded, acknowledging that chris would never do anything i didn't enjoy. he pulled my panties aside, exposing open pussy to both of us in front of the mirror. chris teased my entrance, two digits pressing on my thigh hole as he pretented to thrust all at once, but only massaging the area before going back to my clit, his circular motions causing me to whimper.

one of my hands went behind chris, trying to get a grip of his hair, but my desperation made me end up tugging on his bandana. he groaned in a playful tone as the fabric came down his eyes, messing up his curls and blocking his vision. i finished pulling the bandana off, putting it between my teeth before returning my hand to chris's hair, pulling and begging him to keep going.

his palm left my waist went up to my breasts, groping my tit before he gently returned to my tight hole, slowly pushing his middle finger inside.

“look how well you're taking me, ma” he spoke, turning my attention to how his finger had completely vanished in me, filling me up entirely. as couldn't even moan because of the fabric in my mouth, let alone speak, i jointed my hips forward, indicating to chris that he could start moving. “so eager aren't you?” i nodded in agreement. i needed him to fuck me.

chris began to speed up his movements, the wet sounds of my pussy taking over the small bathroom we were squeezed into. in one of his thrusts, chris added another finger, stretching my walls in a sudden move. i rolled my eyes and opened my mouth, the yellow cloth i was holding with my teeth falling on the floor beneath me. with my lips now uncovered, my whimpers got louder as chris kept on fucking me. he curled his fingers inside of me, hitting my sensitive spot and making my legs tremble. noticing i wouldn't last long, chris tightened his grip on my thigh even more, leaving a mark that would definitely be purple the next day. 

chris shoved his fingers in relentlessly when his thumb met my clit, letting my hips buck forward unconsciously, the friction increasing my pleasure. the knot in my stomach was turning harder to ignore, chris's heavy breathing on my neck made me even hornier while his free hand played with my covered nipples. 

“chris- shit!” i whined “chris let... let me cum, fuck!”

“no one's stopping you mamas” he whispered, moving my hair to the side as my moans became louder and louder. “go ahead. don't be fucking loud, everyone is outside. you want them to know i can get you off this quick?”

i was thrown off the edge when chris pulled me closer and i felt his hardened cock being lazily dragged on my ass. i could feel his boner poking me through the cloth when my orgasm washed over me, my chest panting heavily as chris kept his grip on me, holding my body while i came back from my high.

he allowed me to rest, taking my thigh on his hand and gently letting my foot meet the floor again. chris turned me over, letting me snuggle in his chest as i watched him t bake both fingers to his mouth, licking the mess i'd made. “you're so fucking delicious” he said, pulling out of the hug and bending over to pick up his bandana. he quickly tied his long, brown locks into the yellow fabric and unlocked the door after giving me a kiss on the forehead.

“chris! where are you going?”

“outside...?” he said as if it was obvious when he saw my furrowed eyebrows “i'll tell them i was helping you fix your dress or something” he joked and i rolled my eyes, catching a sigh of my figure on the mirror. i looked ruined.

“you're staying over tonight, right?” chris asked and i nodded as i fixed my hair once again, pulling my dress down and covering the purple marks he had left on my legs. “great, you can pay me back later” he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and winked at me, leaving the bathroom and closing the door outside.

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Girl in a Box

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

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At first, you assume the tapping is a tree branch or some critter searching for a hole in the foundation. It’s too persistent, too repetitive. It scratches at the back of your head as you try to unpack. You don’t know why you bother. It’s just a weekend away. It’s good to keep busy. That way you don’t have to think about Bucky’s sour mood. 

You knew it wouldn’t be like your dreams. Relationships are different. They take work. They’re imperfect but it all feels like it’s going sideways. 

For a little while longer, you can excuse his moods as symptoms of his grief, of his uncertainty. Worse than losing someone is not knowing their fate. You can’t begin to imagine the toll of that. You can be patient but only so far.  

Still, you don’t know if you really have the strength to cut the rope. It’s early. This is your first trip. Let it be the litmus test. Take it one day at a time and let things unfold before you jump into doom.

Taptaptap, tap-tap-tap, taptaptap. 

God, that’s so annoying. You turn to stare at the wall. You round the bed and near the incessant noise. It sounds like it’s coming from inside. No, the other side. 

You listen again. There’s a pattern; three fast taps, three slow, three fast, then a pause. Then it starts over. 

You put your hand against the wood as the cycle repeats. You curl your fingers and press your knuckles to the wall. You knock, in that little rhythm you do at your parents place; taptap tap-tap-tap tap tap. You wait and the tap responds in kind.. 

You pull back and think. The next room. Steve stopped there and asked if someone was okay. It must be the girlfriend he alluded to. 

Should you go check on her? Is that too much? You hate to overstep. She’s obviously trying to get your attention. Maybe you could just go get Steve.

You sway in limbo and make yourself move. You pull open the door and step into the hall. You listen to the house. You don’t hear much, a low drone but so distant it could be the wind. You think you heard the guys go outside earlier but you can’t be sure. There was just the decisive open and close of the front door. 

You tiptoe down to the next door. You stop and stare at it, hesitant to knock. What if she’s sleeping and you wake her? What if it’s some trick of your mind? You linger, chewing your knuckle as you try to decide. 

“Hey,” a voice wafts under the door and you look down as fingers poke through the space beneath, “hey, can you unlock the door?” 

You stare down at the wiggling digits as they reach through. What the hell? You grasp the knob and jiggle it. It is locked. Why? 

“What...” you pause and get down on your knees, “what’s going on? Are you with Steve?” 

“Does it matter? Please, can you let me out?” She hisses. 

You blink and sit back on your heels, “why is it locked?” 

She sighs and retracts her fingers, “are you going to help me or are you going to keep asking questions?” 

Her sharpness is jarring but you figure if you were locked in, you’d be a bit claustrophobic too. You get up and feel around the door handle. You find the mechanism on the side and flick it. The handle is backward, that should be on the inside. 

The knob twists and a woman pulls it open from the other side. Before you can react, she yanks you in by your arm. She covers your mouth before you can yelp. 

“Alright, we gotta play this smart,” she says, “how many cars are here?” 

You grumble into her palm as your brows draw together. She squints at you and shifts her hand to press her index to your lips. She hushes you before she draws away. 

“We have to get out of here,” she keeps her voice low. 

“What? Why?” You sputter. 

“These men are psycho.” 

“N-no, Bucky’s my boyfriend?” You begin 

“If he’s hanging out with Steve, he’s a piece of shit,” she hisses. 

“Oh? Are you... fighting?” 

“Fighting?!” She scoffs, “I’m not with him. I don’t even know where I am.” 

“Huh?” You blink dumbly. 

“Right, so you got the good guy. Lucky you. Well, good ole Cap has been keeping me in a cage. Dried me out good. If you wanna stay, go for it. After all, why would trust the crazy lady? I’m going--” 

“But... you can’t. How--” 

“I have to get out of here and if you have any sense in your head, you will too.” 

“I... maybe I should get Steve...” 

“Shut up,” she snarls, “don’t fucking do that. Are you kidding me?” 

“Sorry, I don’t... I don’t understand.” 

She frowns and crosses her arms. She goes to the window and pulls the curtain back. She clucks as she turns inward again and huffs. 

“Right, I’m not gonna get that far, even if I can finagle some keys off one of those fuckers. You got a phone?” 

“Uh, sure, but there’s no reception.” 

“Doesn’t matter, I just need the phone,” she insists. “You’ll get it back, alright?” 

“Sure, guess I’m not using it,” you shrug and back up. 

“Hey, hey,” she catches up to you, “please don’t blow this. I’m begging you. Just trust me, please.” 

You look her in the face. She’s desperate. The more you look at her, the more concerning her appearance is. She wears only a tee shirt and there’s a dark stain on the collar. You think she might even have a few bruises. Her lips are chapped to her eyes slightly foggy. 

“I won’t say anything,” you promise. 

You don’t know if you should trust her but something about her plea strikes a chord. You leave her to get your phone and come back. You tell her the code to unlock it as you hand it over. She swiftly does so and starts to flick her thumb over the screen. 

“Okay, right,” she nods and looks at you, “lock me in.” 

“Huh?” 

“He can’t know you were in here. Plan B,” she wiggles the phone at you. “I can’t run. I’m still withdrawing. I’ll pass out in some ditch. So I’ll play by the Cap’s rules. As far as you’re concerned, I’ve never seen your face in my life. So get out and lock the door.” 

“But-- wait--” 

She nudges you into the hall and she shuts the door, keeping the knob twisted so it doesn’t click. Slowly she turns it into place and stare at the wood. It makes no sense but you don’t need a lecture from Bucky about respect. You flip the lock back into place. 

As you walk back to your room, the desolation sets in, underlining your confusion. Something isn’t right about this place. Yet, what could be wrong? Steve and Bucky are heroes. They’re the good guys, aren’t they? 

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 78

Death Takes a Holiday

“Death Takes a Holiday”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean try to find out why people in a small town are having near death experiences with alarming frequency by going into the spirit world

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I suppose. The episode title is LITERALLY Death Takes a Holiday. For a while, just this once, everybody lives!!

I’m starting with the recap because I was thinking about the verbal part of the fight the boys had at the end of last episode on my way into work today. It’s VERY reminiscent of the posts that’s are like “haha. British people say Tuesday like chewsday” “yeah, well at least kids here don’t have to worry about getting shot in their schools” because Dean’s just like “here’s a list of small but very real things you’ve done recently that are causing my trust in you to erode, Sam” and Sam’s like “I’m stronger than you, and you’re holding me back, why don’t you go cry about how you were tortured in literal hell again before you couldn’t even take that anymore because you’re WEAK and leave hunting to me?”

Y’all are not past ANYTHING. Because Dean ABSOLUTELY meant what he said. It definitely wasn’t the siren, no matter what Sam says. And that gets added to the suspicions Dean has. Why would his be true and not Sam’s?

No, the normal rules of life and death haven’t applied to you boys, but OMG that doesn’t mean you are just naturally above them, Sam!!

Love when they don’t actually have a good lie for people…

Of course you have to actually knock Dean out to get rid of Alistair…

Can’t believe Sam just said to Pamela, their friend whose eyes got burnt out from seeing Cas’s true form, “you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Boy, are you kidding me??

So, to save the local reaper (to stop yet another seal from breaking), the boys are gonna astral project onto the spirit world

It does seem realistic that ghost Dean’s first instinct is to shove his fist through Sam’s chest

Come on, Dean… that’s the reaper from the first time you were dying. I love how impartial Tessa is. She doesn’t care about the fight between the angels and demons…she’s just here to do her job

Oh…I hate Sam lying to this kid’s ghost. Sam deserves the hit to the junk for that

Do appreciate a good and funny training montage

It’s interesting to watch the boys get the treatment they usually give ghosts. The iron, shooting them with rock salt

Pamela, bestie, you didn’t have the door locked before???? Come on…

Ooooo, making the chandelier fall to disrupt the digit was so smart, Dean!!

CASTIEL!!! I’ve decided to stop feeling shame at how my brain reacts to his presence on screen.

I dunno how I’d feel as Dean here. Being told that I’m different, I’m special, I’m above the laws of life & death when he just had a fight with Sam about this

Damn, can ANY supernatural beings FINISH a conversation with Dean??? Do they HAVE to just disappear after telling him something cryptic?? Cas AND Tessa did this one right after the other

You know what they say about good intentions, Sam??

Rip Pamela

“Been On My Mind…”: barely but maybe? Eh. Let’s count it…10

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New Partners

Erik Stevens x Black!Reader

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(Y/N) and Erik are partnered up on a mission. After getting stuck together, things get a little heated between the two.

Warning: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content, Semi Fight Scene, mention of infertility, self harm

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(Y/N) looked around the table with men as she rolled her eyes. So many men sitting here with their pride so far up their ass, it was showing in their face. She knew they had a problem with her being here, but it was more that just that. She was one of the best assassins this organization had to offer. They were intimidated by that. Who wouldn’t be. 

You were on of the girls that escaped the Red Room. That’s right. You were a black widow, trained along side the infamous Natalia Romanova. Better known as Natasha Romanoff. After loosing you’re home from S.H.I.E.L.D, you joined this organization. Just one thing threw it off. You were the only women here. Even though you irked something in their head, they couldn’t help but find you sexy. The only person in here who’s never given her a hard time was Erik. 

Erik was to himself. He didn’t speak to no one unless it was call for for a mission. He was just to himself.

“Good morning everyone.” Your boss Ricky came in as you put your phone away. “I’m going to keep this meeting short and simple. We heard a big deal going around the streets that some of the alien space craft parts from the attack on New York in 2012 is floating around the black market. We will be attending a bidding so that we can get those parts in our hands. Each of you guys here have been handpicked by me because you are  one of the best that we have here.” he said. 

After going her case file, she saw that was playing the role of Isabella Hardaway.  The wife of Simone Hardaway. She looked at all the information that was given to her. 

After the meeting, she was walking to her office when she felt someone tap her shoulders. She turned around seeing Erik standing there with his arms cross. It looked as if she just came back from a mission considering he had all of his tactical gear on. 

“I am going under as Simone Hardaway. Meet me at my office to discuss details before you go on lunch..” Was all he said before stepping away. She turned around walking back to her office and shutting the door. 

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Before her lunch break, she walked to Erik's office knocking on the door. She heard a come in before walking into his office. The first thing she noticed was the interior of it. Everything was black and gold. It smelled good in her, kind of like Pine Cone. And he had a lot of Wakandian artifacts. The only reason she knew about it was because back in the red room she would read all types of articles and books about Wakanda. 

“You have a very nice office..” she trailed off. 

“Let’s just talk about the mission, yeah?” he said. She nodded. 

“Sure.”

Erik was a cutie. She was always attracted to the guys who didn't say much. Due to some research, she knew it was always the niggas that didn't talk a lot knew had to handle business.

And there was nothing more than she wanted for him to handle her...

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(Y/N) rode the elevator back to the quarters that same night. It was time for them to start the plan and she was only a couple of  minutes late. As the doors opened, she walked into the building and instantly everyone's eyes were on her.

She ignored their stares as she went to the tactic room grabbing the gear that she needed. As she was signing out her equipment, Erik came beside her leaning against the wall. 

“You’re late.” he simply said as she looked up at him giving him a fake smile. She closed booklet before looking at him standing up fully. 

“Sorry but I have to look the part of a billionaire.” she said then looked at herself. “It just doesn’t happen sweet heart.” she finished before walking out the room. Erik turned around as she walked past him, looking at her backside as she walked outside the door.  

There was no hesitation that Erik wanted to have his way with her. She was fine, smart and witty. She’s been working here a little over two years now and this was the first time he could actually talk to her. Even the first time on a mission. 

They received their instructions sitting in the back of the limo, riding to the place where they were doing the bidding at. (Y/N) was looking over the notes she had tucked into her clutch before Erik spoke up. 

“You shouldn’t hide the notes in your hand bag.” he said in a suggestive tone as she looked at him. 

“I’m not. I just bring it with me so that I could go over everything before the mission.” she said folding it and tucking it under the seat. He shook his head chuckling. She looked at him raising an eyebrow. “Oh wow.. he actually laughs. Someone record this.” she said shaking her head.

“Anyways...” he trailed off turning around and looking at him. “There are somethings that you need to know about this place. It’s heavenly guarded. Metal detectors everywhere. So.. those weapons you have is useless.” he said. 

“Yeah I figured that out. But that’s why I have this.” she pulled her dress up to see a knife strapped to her thigh. Erik wasn’t really focused on the knife, more of how full her thighs looked. Damn, he wouldn’t mind being in between those thighs and getting lost. She pulled it back down, Erik not making it noticeable that he wasn’t paying attention at all. 

“A knife. You are going up against a bunch of men with guns... and your defense is a knife?” he asked pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh.. you have a lot to learn my friend.” 

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They inserted the hall, their arms linked with each other. “Their holding the parts on the 5th floor but it’s heavily guarded.” They heard in their coms. 

“We need to make our presence known a little bit, then we can sneak off.” she told him as he nodded.

“Ah, you must be  Simone and Isabella, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” An Italian man walked up to them. Erik reached his hand out for him to shake.

"Ah, you must be Giovanni." Erik said to him as (Y/N) shook his hand.

"Oh wow, you're even beautiful in person." he winked at her. Deep inside, she was disgusted. But she had to play along with the roll.

"Oh stop, you're making me blush." she playfully said as he smirked at her.

"Well the bidding is going to start an hour so make yourselves comfortable." he said. They were left alone as Erik whispered in her ear.

"We need to get back there before they start bidding." he said as she nodded.

"I memorized the floor plan of the place. There is a hallway on the left side of the building behind the bar. It should direct us back there." she said. They saw the entrance was blocked by two guards standing there with AK-47s.

"Yeah, but those big ass niggas standing in the way." he said as she smirked at him.

"Well, all we need is a distraction." she said to him as he leaned back in the chair. "What do you mean you have a plan?"

"Just follow my lead..."

- - - - - - - -

She walked to Fabian tapping his shoulder. He turned around about to snap until he saw who it was. "Oh, Mrs. Hardaway. Is everything alright?" he asked placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Actually, one of your guests here have been incredibly rude to me. A-And it's just making me and my husband a bit uncomfortable and I really just don't appreciate it." she said shaking her head.

"Who!?"

She pointed in the direction where a man by the name of Rodney stood. She knew who he was. Rodney was one of the dudes that ran a drug ring on the West Coast near Compton. He was a hot head that didn't mind popping off on anyone at any minute.

Mixed with Giovanni, who didn't think with his head but his fist. If this was going to be a distraction, she didn't know what was.

"Aye, what the fuck Rodney!" Giovanni yelled walking over to him. "Why the fuck you're being a bitch!?" he exclaimed as Rodney eyes went wide with pure anger.

"Nigga who the fuck are you calling a bitch, bitch."

And they fell right into place. The two guards standing at the door ran to the commotion as Erik walked calmly to the back door. She followed as they ran down the hallway.

"See, easy work." she said to him as he shook his head.

"No you're just lucky that the two of them don't know how to control their emotions." she responded as she shrugged.

"Same thing." He followed her as the posted behind a wall. She turned her head to see more guards standing at the entrances. She turned to look at Erik putting up five fingers to tell him that there were five guards.

She dug into her purse grabbing the penny electricity lock before turning around smirking at Erik. She flipped it around the corner before she heard the groans.

"Yo.. you're fucking crazy." he shook his head as she smirked.

"Okay, well look where it got us." she said walking down the hall. She picked up the guns only to see that they were digitally activated. "What kind of..." she whispered looking at this.

"Yeah we can't use these." Erik said looking over her shoulder.

"Whelp the only form of weaponry is my knife so let's get this thing rolling." They grabbed the key card opening the door letting themselves inside. Erik shut the metal door before he walked in shutting the metal doors.

"I have a feeling that Ricky only sent me on this mission for the if it goes wrong because it seems like you got this figured out." Erik said leaning against the table. She dug into her purse grabbing a pair of tweezers before she chuckled. "

"I've seen you're record file, you have some pretty impressive stunt work under your feet." she said as he tilted his head to the side.

"So you stalked me?"

"No, I was just making sure that Ricky didn't put me with an idiot. And he has not." she said cutting the wires to the safe. She heard the air exit the safe before Erik opened the safe. He grabbed the piece as (Y/N) looked at it.

"That's it? It literally just looks like scrap metal." she said as he nodded.

"Well, this is what we need so-"

"Hands up!" Both of them turned around to see a guard standing at the door. "Put it down and step away from the safe." he said as she looked at Erik. He placed it on the ground before the guard walked further inside.

"Alright, lift your dress up."

"Nigga what the fuck?'

"Excuse me?"

"I'm the one with gun here, lift it up." he said as she nodded.

"You don't have to do this? I mean-"

"Shut up! Lift it." she nodded, faking pouting. She lifted up her dress before grabbing the knife aiming it at his arm than throwing it making him drop the gun.

"What the-" Erik punched him the nose the nose before flipping him on his back, grabbing his arm and bending it before she heard a crack. Before he could scream, Erik punched him again in the face as his eyes went shut and he laid limped on the floor. She grabbed the wreckage before smiling at him.

"A bunch of men with guns.. and you bring a knife?" she mocked him as he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah.. okay. You can handle yourself. I like that." he said licking his lips as she raised her eyebrows.

"Don't look at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like that. You lookin at me with some, 'I wanna fuck you' eyes." she said as he smirked.

"Maybe I do."

"Boy bye. You wouldn't know what to do with all this even if it came with instructions. Now come on." she said walking out with a sway in her hips.

"Damn..."

- - - - - - - - -

They were outside walking to the limo when the agent on the phone started talking. "Change of plans you guys. They found that there has been a breach with the stuff. So you guys have to stay in character. We guys got you a hotel downtown." they heard as Erik mumbled a 'shit'.

"Well let's get out of here before they think of something?" he said, she agreeing. They got into the car before the limo driver pulled off.

They made it to the five star hotel and settled into their rooms before she sighed. "We don't even have clothes." she groaned as he shrugged.

"I sleep naked anyways." he said walking into the bathroom. 

“By the way, they have the room wired just in case something goes left!” she yelled out for him but he didn’t hear her. She smacked her teeth before taking off her shoes. I mean she did too, but sleeping next to him. She wasn't going to lie, she was a bit intimidated by him. But oh well. 

As she waited for him to get out the shower, she went through some paperwork she bought with her before she stripped from her gown laying it on the sofa that was in the living room. She grabbed a whiskey glass from the bar before pouring herself a glass of crown royal that Erik purchased. She drink a little more before she felt herself have a little buzz. 

  She had a wet rag wiping the make up off when he stepped out of the bathroom. She didn’t even notice the shower stopped running. He had the tower wrapped around his waist before looking her up and down. She noticed the scars that sat over his body. 

Damn that shit looked sexy... 

He wasn’t hiding that he was checking her out. His eyes traced over her frame. His tongue traced his bottom lip as he looked up at her. He looked further down noticing the scar above her abdomen. 

“What happened to you?” They both said at the same time.

“I said it first.” she said quickly, as he rolled his eyes. 

“Do you want the simple version or the extended version.” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “Extended version?”

“It’s just something that I did to myself to remind me how many people I killed. You know, never make me loose sight of who I really am. Also to remind myself of what I can become.” he responded honestly. 

“You did that to yourself?” she asked, shocked. He nodded. “And you call me crazy...” she said as he chuckled. 

“And you?”

“Do you want the simple version or the extended version?” she asked him. 

“Extended.” 

“So, I grew up in the program called the red room.” she started. 

“Oh yeah. I heard about that shit. That’s why you’re so good at what you do.. huh?” he said as she nodded. 

“Yeah, well anyways. At your graduation ceremony, we had this procedure done. They told us it was just tying tubes so you don’t mess up and get pregnant. But turns out, they took... everything.”

“Ohh...” he trailed off. “That’s-”

“Yeah, It sucks. I want my life to be more than just this. I want to have a kid one day but that’s never going to happen so.. yeah.” she responded.  

“Damn, I’m so sorry.” She didn’t want to end so awkwardly, so she used a little bit of her dark humor. Something she did to avoid having to dig into her feelings.

“But on the bright side, I don’t have periods. The sex is amazing, well depending on the person I’m fucking.” she responded as he squinted his eyes. 

“Why you say that?”

“Well, if their clean, I don’t need protection. And sex is best when it’s raw.” she winked at him.  His eyebrows raised with a sense of caution. He didn’t know if that was a sign or something, but he took it as one.

“Well, I need to get going into the shower.” she walked passed him, walking into the bathroom before turning around and shutting the door. Apart of her wished that he would turn around and follow her inside but she knew he would never do that.

She stripped naked before turning the water to a comfortable temperature. After that, she stepped in letting the water drip down her skin. The water pressure in the shower was no joke.

While she was in her own little world, lathering her body up, she didn’t even notice that Erik came into the bathroom with her. He took the towel off placing it on the sink before putting his hands on the glass. She still didn’t notice that he was in the bathroom with her. Erik wanted that.

He slid the door open, (Y/N) turning around in shock to see him standing there. Dick standing tall and him breathing hard. (Y/N) was stuck. Here he is, one of the sexiest man she has ever laid eyes on, is butt naked in the shower with her. Something took over her as she wrapped her tiny hands around his dick slowly stroking it up and down.

“You want this dick, (Y/N)?” Oh his voice was deep deep. “Once I start I ain’t going back. I plan on ruin your little ass.” he said as she looked up at him.

“That’s what I want..” she whispered to him. She leaned forward placing a kiss in his chest before making her way down, placing kisses all the way until she was face to face with the monster.

His dick was just as beautiful as him. Long and thick, a vein very noticeable and his tip leaking out with ore cum. “You want this pussy?” she asked him, putting her hand down there rubbing her clit in a circular motion. “She stay wet and ready to take some big dick like this..” she whispered kissing along his dick. He clenched his jaw as he leaned against the shower wall.

“Keep talking like that. Watch me fuck that mouth of yours.” he warned her as she smirked. She wrapped lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around it collect all of the syrup he had to offer. Sweet but tangy. She liked it.

She slowly made her way down his dick as he closed his eyes throwing his head back. “Yeah... you know what you doin. Show me what ya little freaky ass got.” he said to her. She wrapped her other hand around the base stroke it as she sucked him properly. It was nice and slow. For her sake, this man was big. Way too big to fit in her mouth. She don’t even know how she managed to get this much of him.

“You’re so big Erik.. you sure it’s gonna fit in this tight ass pussy?” she asked him as he chuckled.

“You should be asking yourself that question. I’m digging in that shit no matter-ooh.” his sentence was cut short when she started to stroke him faster while sucking his dick. “Show off then. Little nasty bitch, I love me a nasty bitch. Play with that pussy. I want the shit dripping down my chin when I eat that shit you hear me?” he said as she nodded.

“Yes sir.” Oh that made his dick jump. She noticed the little peak of excitement before smirking to herself. She focused her attention on his dick before letting him fuck her mouth. Her hands were on the floor as he grabbed her hair keeping her still as he attacked her throat.

“Fuck! Your shit is dangerous ma!” With a final thrust, he came all down her throat. It came out of no where and she coughed. She wasn’t no bitch though and swallows it.

“Swallow all that shit.” he directed her. He saw her swallow it before smirking. “Stick ya tongue out.” she stuck her tongue out before he grabbed her by the throat pulling her to her foot. Within a split second, he had his tongue down her throat. He sucked on her tongue, tongue gliding along each other as she moaned.

“I know, I’m finna play in that pussy right now. I know she’s wet.” (Y/N) stuck her tongue out once more as he looked at her confused until it finally hit him.

This is just one nasty bitch... yeah he definitely keeping up with this one.

He spat in her mouth as she smiled bringing him into a soul crushing kiss. “Go put your leg on the counter, I’m hungry and I want some of that pussy.” he told her as she smiled in content. She opened the glass door before stepping out. He followed her to the counter as she placed her leg on the counter stretching out. He walked behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. She felt his hard dick rubbing against her thighs as she leaned back against him. With his other hand, he rubbed her ass then giving it a slap.

She gasped then moaned as he smirked at you. "You like that, don't you?" he said as she nodded. His fingers traced around further before he was rubbing her clit from the back.

"You got this wet just by sucking my dick?" he asked her a she nodded.

"Yes.. I love sucking dick." she told him as he smirked.

"Yeah, slutty ass." Unexpectedly, he dipped his finger in her pussy as she gasped. Damn this nigga have some thick ass fingers.

"Shit you tight.. you sure she can take all this dick." he said rubbing his dick against her ass as she nodded.

"Yes I can take it- ooh." she moaned closing her eyes throwing her head back. He curved his finger hitting her G-Spot as she moaned.

"Fuck daddy, Right there. Shit!" she gasped out as he kissed her shoulder. His pace went faster as she felt a pressure in her abdomen. "I'm going to cum.." she whispered.

"Yeah, let me get that." he said as she smirked. A couple of seconds later, she came all over his fingers. He kept going like nothing ever happened. She was overly sensitive, and he could tell bu the slight shake she had.

"Fuck... Erik wait." she gasped as he shook his head laughing.

"Nah, all that fucking teasing you did. Keep your leg up. Don't fucking move." He bent down gliding his tongue along her folds as she fluttered her eyes shut.

Erik moaned as her wetness dripped down to his tongue. He thought it was damn near impossible for someone to be this wet but here she is like a faucet. He stood up as she placed her foot on the ground. He turned her around lifting her up and sitting her on the counter. She bit her lip looking at him as he shook his head.

"It doesn't make any fucking sense how wet this pussy is.." he said to her. He grabbed his dick rubbing his tip along the fold as he sighed in pleasure.

"Stop teasing me.."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do." he grunted at her. He teased her a bit more before entering his slowly.

"Fuck..." she whispered out as he stretched her out. "Fuck you're filling me up."

Erik on the other hand went silent. He was in complete shock about this. He slowly started to thrust as she gripped the counter top for support.

"Good ass pussy, this my shit here. You understand?" he said as she nodded.

"Yes.. oh my god." she groaned. She put her hands between their bodies, rubbing her clit in circular motions. "Faster please." she moaned a nodded. He started to fuck her faster, the sounds bouncing off the bathroom walls.

"Fuck..."he groaned picking her up. He walked out into the room, pushing her against the wall, thrusting faster into her. She let out a loud scream before he kissed her to muffle the noise.

"Fuck baby... you beating my shit up."

"Like I'm suppose to. You hear her, making all that fucking noise." he said a she nodded.

"Talk to me."

"Yes, I hear her!" she moaned.

"Yeah, she like that shit. Slutty ass pussy.." he grunted. She bit his shoulder in attempt to keep her from screaming.

"I-I think I'm about to cum." she whispered as he smiled. "Let me feel that shit." With a tight squeeze, she released all on him as she hit her head against the wall.

"FUCK!" she groaned. Her body shook once more as he carried her to the bed. He flipped her on her stomach before arching her back.

"We not done.. far from it." he said. Without warning, he thrusted fully into her, thrusting into her at a fast pace. She bit the sheet as she moaned. Tears rolled down her eyes as she let the pleasure overwhelm her.

"What happened to me not being able to handle yo ass? What was that shit you was talking?" he taunted her. Now it was her turn to be stuck. He grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her back to his chest. He laid his chin on her shoulder whispering in her ear. "Answer me when I'm talking to you? You got some good dick and now you can't talk?"

"Baby.. please." she whispered as he smiled at her. Oh that shit was wicked.

"Baby please what? I can already feel that pussy tugging on my shit. You about to cum again?"

"YES!" she screamed as he smacked her ass. "Stay just like that while I bust this nut all in your guts bitch." he grunted letting go of her hair. The pressure came quick again, and within a couple of seconds she squirting all over him and the bed. She lost balance falling into the bed with him following her.

It triggered his own orgasm as he let his cum drip deep inside of her. "Fuck!" he grunted out as she spasmed a bit feeling it.

"We ain't done..." he whispered to her as she groaned.

- - - - - - - - -

Meanwhile, in the control room, the entire team was in shock. At first they were confused.

"It's silent, why can't we hear them?" Ricky said as one of the tech geeks, James, started typing away.

"Everything seem to be connected. We don't know. We can hear the shower running..." he said as Ricky stood up biting his nail.

"Maybe we should-"

"Fuck daddy, Right there. Shit!" They heard that shit loud and clear.

"Uhhh...." James awkwardly said. It was silent for a few moments before the heard smacking noises. That's when they heard a loud scream.

"Fuck baby... you beating my shit up."

"Like I'm suppose to. You hear her, making all that fucking noise."

"Should we turn it off?" James said about to push the mute button.

"Just put them on low. We can't risk not hearing anything if something happens." Ricky said, his face in utter disgust. "Jesus Christ..." he said walking away shaking his head.

- - - - - - - -

The next morning, they woke up to a loud banging on the door. (Y/N) shot up looking around to see Erik laying next to her snoring." She grabbed the robe that the hotel provided wrapping it around her body. She ran to the door to see guards standing outside of her door. She opened it.

"Oh well how can I help you gentlemen?" she asked smiling at them.

"We are reporting to all the guests that was at the bid last night. Some artifacts was stolen from us." she said as she gasped.

"What? Oh my goodness, who would do such a thing?" she asked.

"Well we suspect you two. You guys aren't really together are-"

"Everything alright baby?" Erik came into view as they looked at him in shock. Not because of his scars but because all of the hickies and scratch marks that was over his body. They took notice of the ones that you had on your neck.

"No, they are accusing of us of not being together! They think we stole some artifacts from that place. Well I tell-"

"So why were you the first ones to leave?" he asked as she scoffed.

"After that fight, we decided that it was out of control and unprofessional. We can take our business else where." she said rolling her eyes. "Y'all don't have any cameras or security. Just ghetto if you ask me."

"We did have cameras, they were all out."

"So you're accusing us of stealing? We don't need to steal."

"Do you want us to show our wedding pictures? Because we-"

"Actually Mrs. Hardaway, we don't have any more questions. We are sorry for bothering you." he said. She slammed the door in their face before turning around.

"I'm surprise you can even walk."

"Shut the hell up."

- - - - - - -

They made it back to the quarters for the briefing. After the briefing Ricky went to your office to talk to you and Erik. "First I would like to say congratulations. You guys did an excellent job." he smiled at the two.

"Well you know I always try my best." (Y/N) said smiling back to him.

"And another thing. If you know the room is wired, please be a little more quiet when you guys do the do. It's very uncomfortable." he said before walking out. (Y/N) eyes went wide as Erik chuckled shaking his head.

"I totally forgot that it was wired..." she said putting her hands in her face.

"To be honest... I realized half way through but I was like fuck it." he laughed as she threw a pen at him but he caught it. "While we're on topic, I need to finish up my report. But meet me in the quiet room in an hour. I want some more." he told her and with that he left.

Damn...

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What's the Best Choice: Keyless Entry Systems vs. Traditional Locks?

In the modern era, the range of security options available is vast. Whether safeguarding your private residence or business premises, opting for a keyless entry system instead of traditional locks and keys is worth exploring. This article will explore both options, presenting their advantages and disadvantages.

Keyless Entry Systems – What Exactly Are They

A keyless entry system is a smart solution for when multiple people have the keys to a house or a commercial property, using a special code via which you enter the building. The code to the keypad can be changed if there’s ever a security breach.

Pros of Keyless Entry Systems

When choosing a keyless entry system, you’re allowing for an easier, more convenient operation – you do not need to carry around a key or have multiple people carry multiple keys, worry you forgot them somewhere, or have to pay for expensive replacements if someone loses them. You can control your keypad from anywhere, using Wi-Fi or Bluetooth, and decide who gets in and out of your house – even when you’re not there. In addition to that, a digital keypad with a code would be harder to break into than a regular lock.

Cons of Keyless Entry Systems

The cons of a keyless entry system most relate to the fact that it’s a smart digital pad. In case of a system malfunction, Wi-Fi issues, or any other technical difficulty, the keyless entry system could stop working or require a technician.

Traditional Locking Systems

We are all acquainted with traditional locking systems – the key and lock every house used to have until a few years ago.

Pros of Traditional Locking Systems

The pros of a more traditional lock and key system are it is very easy to use, and do not require any special demonstrations or explaining, as they’re very straightforward and commonly used among people of all ages. In addition to that, seeing as a regular lock and key are not dependent on electricity or Wi-Fi, they will function normally even when there are technical issues.

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Which one of us hadn’t lost a key at some point? It is a very common thing to happen and is even more common among kids and elderly people. Furthermore, some high-end locks require specially made keys which are expensive to replace.

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What does your routine require? Do you have kids who might forget or lose their key, meaning a keyless sentry system is the right choice for you? Do you live with an elderly person who might find a digital pad difficult to get used to?

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Different types of locking systems have different price points. When in search of the perfect system for your needs, decide on a budget and see which products fit within said budget.

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♛ Sovereign | t.h.

♛ Summary: Tom offers you something you never knew you wanted, himself.  ♛ Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader ♛ Warnings: explicit smut featuring sub!Tom ♛ Word Count: 6.8k ♛ Notes: It’s been three months but our lovely sub!Tom is back! I’m really excited to share this one with you guys, feels good to be writing again! As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged!!

Special thanks to @worldoftom​ 💖

“I love you two, ya know that?” Harrison calls from your couch. 

You smile at your reflection in the mirror, applying a good cover of mascara. Putting on the finishing touches in preparation for a night of debauchery or an acting audition. It all depends on how Harrison’s meet up with an online match plays out. 

“Shouldn’t one of us stay back in case you need an emergency call to get out of it?” Tom asks, sprawled out on your bed. 

“Nuh uh,” you interject, popping out of your bathroom to look at Tom directly. “You are not leaving me alone with this. If he’s into this guy I am not going to be left alone at the bar while they hook up in the bathroom.”

“Hey!” Harrison calls out. 

“Am I wrong?” you call back. 

“Well — no, but if you could not be so blunt about it I’d appreciate that.”

Tom laughs. “Alright,” he sits up, “but know I’m only doing this for you, love.” 

You blow him a kiss before turning back into your bathroom to finish up the last little stitch of makeup. 

Another minute or two and one last adjustment of your top and you flick off the bathroom light. You walk back out into your bedroom and grab your purse off the bed. 

Tom stands up and smiles at you, “You look stunning.”

There’s a bit of heat that settles on your cheeks, “Thanks Tommy.”

He goes to move past you, brushing his hand along the small of your back. “You’re welcome, Miss,” he whispers, and your body goes stock still. You turn to look at him and he’s smirking, a devilish glint playing in his eyes. And your drunken conversation, nay confession, to him last week plays over in your mind. 

You groaned, falling back onto Tom’s sofa. 

“What’s up, love?” Tom asked, offering you another drink, your fifth of the night, as he settled down next to you.

“I miss sex Tommy,” you said, taking a long sip of your drink. 

Tom coughed quietly from his spot opposite you. “Oh? What about that lad last month? Uh Nick? Brad?”

You shook your head, dismissing the name of a recent, random hookup, “That was just sex. I miss… sex my way.” 

Tom licked his lips, shifting on the couch to turn towards you more, “Your way?”

You copied him, wetting your own lips. “I like to be in control.” And the alcohol coursing through your veins was enough force to keep you talking. “I like to dominate. I want a pretty boy on his knees for me, I want him begging and whining and whimpering for me. I wanna call him baby boy and puppy and pet and I want him to call me Miss. I want him to be mine.”

Tom watched you talk, hanging off every word, absolutely mesmerized. 

“I wanna tease him, I wanna edge him and play with him. I wanna choke him. I want him to beg for me to let him cum. And before I let him cum maybe I’ll ride his face first, or sit on his cock and then after I’ve cum I’ll finally let him cum, watch him make himself all messy for me. Cum all over his stomach, cock wet from me. and then maybe I’ll — maybe I’ll lick it up and push my tongue into his mouth. Make him taste his own mess.”

He licked his lips and adjusted himself, an action lost on you. You took another drink before glancing at him. His face was flushed. He swallowed harshly, grabbing his own drink to wet his dry mouth. 

“Wow,” he paused, trying to find the words. 

“Sorry,” you laughed, “that might have been more than you bargained for.” 

He chuckled, clearing his throat, “Nope. We just got that much closer is all. It’s fine, good. All good.” 

You’re left reeling a bit because he most definitely just called you Miss and most definitely remembers the situation in which you said you want to be called that. But he’s out in your living room now, leaving you to your own thoughts. 

Harrison calls out your name, “You ready?”

You shake your head, one big deep breath in and push Tom’s comment out of your mind. “Coming!”

♛*♛*♛

The bar is loud, there are people all around you. Bodies ebbing and flowing to the beat like the ocean against the sand. It’s hot but not uncomfortably so. You’re enjoying the liveliness, the noise, the commotion. You can’t hear yourself think in here and somehow through it all, it’s the quietest you’ve felt in a long time. 

Tom is close. You can feel his hand hovering along the small of your back to keep you near him. You take turns shouting into the other’s ear, trying as best you can to carry on a conversation over the music. 

Harrison is still within your sights, grinding and kissing and it’s safe to say your acting skills won’t be needed tonight. You smirk as you glance in their direction. Happy for him. 

And so that left you and Tom. Your best friend, your partner in crime, your confidant, your shoulder to lean on. Sweet Tom. Lovely Tom. Gorgeous Tom. Sexy Tom.

You shake your head as your brain catches up with the thoughts the contents of your glass are riling up inside your mind. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to focus again. Best friend Tom. Smart and silly with a heart as big as an ocean, just as deep as well. Beautiful Tom, his warm chocolate brown eyes, his broken nose, his messy eyebrow, his pink lips... 

His strong shoulders, firm stomach, gentle hands…

The same gorgeous man who called you Miss mere hours ago...

Stop. 

He’s pressed into you, breath in your ear, hand firmly placed on your hip now. Your skin feels hot. 

“Might need to catch a ride back to yours, love,” he says and there’s an uncontrollable shiver that runs up your spin. He pulls back to look you in your eyes, smirking and he tilts his head towards Harrison. Your eyes linger on his lips for a second, the alcohol making the delay longer than socially acceptable. He notices. You pull your eyes away and find Harrison again, lips locked, hands roaming and he’s definitely getting lucky tonight. 

Your free hand finds Tom’s stomach, hand sliding gently until it comes to rest in the dip of his waist. He turns into you easily. 

“Course Tommy, there’s always room at my place for you.”

There’s a flirty tone to your response. Maybe it’s a result of the alcohol, maybe it’s a result of the song playing over the speakers, a deep, rhythmic tone. Or maybe it’s a result of the way Tom had reacted when you touched him. His stomach muscles flexing, body turning towards you, fingers squeezing at the band of your jeans to pull you just that much closer. 

And that’s when you realize his hand is under your shirt, when did that happen?

His thumb bumps against the skin of your lower back, gently, rubbing soft circles and your vision is starting to blur, but it’s got nothing to do with the drink in your hand. 

You set that same drink down on the bar behind you, it’s not even the slightest bit important anymore. You look at him, staring into his eyes and asking a silent question. His gaze drops to your lips and that’s enough of an answer to take this forward. You reach for his hand and take his drink, placing it down next to yours. You reach your hand up for him and trace his jaw, ghosting along his smooth skin. He’s looking back into your eyes now. You hook your pointer finger under his jaw and let your thumb rub against his bottom lip. You glance down, watching as his mouth pops open slightly for you, the way his lip moves under your touch. You drag your thumb a little more roughly, pulling at his lip some and getting it wet from his spit. Then you bring your forefinger up to trace his top lip before letting it fall gently into the open space his lips have created. He opens wider as an invitation and you push your finger inside. You glance back up at him and his eyelids flutter, lips locking around your digit and as your thumb traces his cheek, he starts sucking. He uses his tongue tentatively, swirling around your finger and does his best to keep his teeth out of the way.

You smirk, eyes hooding as you focus on the feeling of his mouth. Your own tongue pokes out to lick along your bottom lip. 

Good boy. 

Someone knocks back against you suddenly, pushing you off balance. You pull your hand back to steady yourself against his chest and he automatically grabs at you as well, bringing you impossibly closer. 

He looks at you, “You alright?” he shouts over the music. 

Nodding, you simply respond, “Let’s go.” You reach down and grab his wrist, guiding him through the mess of people. He twists his hand so that his fingers lock with yours and you can feel his presence along your back as you wade through the crowd. 

You push the door open and the cool air hits you as you step out onto the street. The cold only spurs you on, reigniting that desire you had back inside. You pull your phone out quickly, desperate to get home. You find a ride relatively quickly and request it. 

There’s a small group of people outside the pub, smoking and bantering. They don’t pay you any mind. You stuff your phone into your back pocket and turn to Tom.

“What about Harrison?”

Tom shakes his head, “He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine.” The answer is firm. 

Your lips curl up into a smile and you step into his space. You can still feel the ghost of his mouth around your forefinger, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, the look in his eyes as you watched. You can still feel the tacky remnants of his saliva on your skin. 

You bring your hand up to cup his jaw. “I’d like to keep pushing, Tommy.”

His face goes a little slack, mouth parting slowly, eyes turning dark and stormy. He nods, seemingly a bit lost for words. 

You however, say exactly what comes to mind. “Good boy.”

And he whimpers at the praise. The sound sends an electric spark down your spine, igniting a fire deep in your belly. You drag your hand down around his throat, taking it slow so he has enough time to register your intent and tell you no. He doesn’t. You press your pointer finger and thumb along the column of his throat, high under his jaw and squeeze at his pulse points. You can feel the hammering inside his veins, a frantic drumming beat. He moans your name. 

Someone calls out to you and you startle, shaken out the haze of lust once more. Your hand falls away from Tom. Turning, you find your driver with an awkward expression on his face. 

You smile, a faint feeling of heat settling on your cheeks from being caught. You link your fingers with Tom’s and pull him into the back of the car, helping to navigate the driver back to your place. Tom fidgets next to you and it isn’t until your hand comes to rest high on the inside of his thigh that he finally settles. 

He clears his throat, leaning in closer to you so you can hear him clearly over the dull thrum of music playing through the car speakers. “You can do whatever you want to me.” 

You pull back so you can find his eyes in the dim neon glow from the front counsel of the car. He looks back at you, gaze as confident as the statement was. You study him, this beautiful man, your best friend, a man you absolutely love, willing to submit to you. Willing to give into you, to trust you with himself so fully. 

He licks his lips, a movement that brings your attention back to him, here, now. He chews on gently before adding the ending affirmation to his confession of submission, the words you needed to hear. “Whatever you want, Miss. I’m yours.”

Arousal surges through your veins as you stare into his eyes, consuming every inch of your body. Your hand on his thigh moves up to cup him through his jeans, you can feel the bulge, feel how hard he is already. His eyelids flutter closed as you touch him and you grin. 

“So hard already, baby boy?” 

“Fuck,” he breathes, hips flexing up into your palm. “So fucking hard.” He opens his eyes, staring back, “All for you.”

“Darling, we’ve barely begun,” you purr, leaning in to press your lips to his neck. You kiss along his throat gently, teasing little kitten licks and the soft press of your lips. 

He brings a hand up to rub at his eyes, head falling back into the headrest. “You’re gonna kill me,” he chuckles, “you know that? I could cum right now, honestly. And if you want to do to me — like what you said last weekend? I’m fucked.” 

Your mind runs wild with possibilities but you do your best to mask your excitement, biting your lip as the car comes to stop outside your place. A quick thanks to the driver and you’re pushing Tom out the door and up to your flat. 

You secure the lock behind you once inside and push him up against the door. The lighting in your apartment is a stark contrast from the neon hues of the club and the darkness of the car. There’s no hiding here. 

“You sure?” You ask, hands on his chest, you can feel his heartbeat.

He looks at you, unblinking, not even a hint of hesitation on his features. “I want this. I want you.” 

There’s a heavier meaning behind his last statement, something that’s been there between the two of you for a while. It makes your heart sing. 

You beam, letting the reality of this start to consume you, “Good. Me too… so much. But if there’s anything I do that you don’t like — that you don’t want to do, just tell me. I’ll stop, no questions.” 

“Yeah, got it. I’m not worried though, I trust you.” 

Your cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so much so you kiss him instead, deeply. His lips are warm and soft and they glide against yours easily. His tongue moving and rubbing against yours. He still tastes like the beer he was drinking at the bar. It all feels like the start of something, so perfectly the beginning of a chapter that you’ve both been waiting for. 

When you pull back he’s blushing, shy and unable to meet your gaze. He clears his throat, moving forward from the door just an inch or two. You move with him, your hands falling from his chest to hang at your sides as you watch him. He looks up at you quickly before staring back at the floor and slowly he sinks down to his knees. He bows his head, and you take another step back, one that allows you to see him better. His hands fidget in his lap for a moment before he links them behind his back. 

He licks his lips, “Miss?”

Fuck.

You go forward towards him one more, threading your fingers into his hair so you can pull his head back and he’ll have no choice but to look at you. “So pretty,” you coo. “My pretty boy.” 

He whines, “Yeah, fuck. Yes I am. I’m yours.”

You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, enjoying how he leans into your lips. “C’mon pretty boy, let's take this to the bedroom.”

He stumbles over himself trying to get up fast enough. You chuckle as you walk down your hallway, letting your hips sway in a bit more of an exaggerated fashion. 

You flick on the lamps by your bed and turn to find his eyes trained on you, waiting with bated breath for your guidance. Your hands miss the heat of his body so you beckon him over to you, letting your fingers find their way underneath his shirt to feel his skin, feel the goosebumps erupt across his stomach. You push his shirt up and off and he moves willingly, discarding it on the floor. His own fingers quickly join yours as you work on getting him out of his jeans as well.  You push them down his legs and as he kicks out of them, your lips find his. While the first kiss was tender and sweet and everything a first kiss should be, this one is the direct opposite. It’s needy and hungry and possessive. His mouth opens to you, tongue pressing against yours frantically as you push him back against the wall. Hands finding purchase along his hips, shoulders, neck, hair, arms, anywhere… everywhere. 

He’s groaning against you, a low rumble that makes your clit throb. His hand is on your jaw while the other is digging into your hip. You pull back unexpectedly with a loud smack of your lips against his. He tries to follow, a soft plea of no leaving his lips that you're sure wasn’t a noise he meant to make out loud. 

“Oh puppy,” you purr, a sneer cracking across your face as he whines. You study him, his normally warm eyes are blown wide, thin lips red and swollen, hair messy from your hands raking through it. You trail one finger along his stomach, below his navel, tilting it so it’s more of a drag of the nail than the fingertip, until you reach the band of his underwear. Teasingly slowly, you dip in under the elastic. “Why don’t you take these off and settle down against the headboard, yeah?” 

He swallows, “Yeah.”

You step back so you can watch, eyes traveling every inch of his body as he pushes the elastic down slowly, watching your reaction to him. 

You glance up at his face, “Go ahead Tommy, let me see you.”

He rolls them down his thighs gingerly, until his cock springs free. One final quick tug and they’re down around his ankles. He steps out of them, fingers rubbing at the skin on the outside of his thighs as he stands there in front of you, completely exposed. You bite your lip and take your time admiring him, it is your cock now after all. And it’s as pretty as the rest of him, perfectly thick, a good length, veiny, and he’s hard enough that his foreskin has rolled back. His tip is pink and wet and you can feel your own wetness begin to pool in your underwear. 

He’s nervous, standing there under the weight of your gaze, looking for your approval. “Just as fucking perfect as the rest of you.” And he blushes a deep red from his chest up his neck to the apple of his cheeks, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Now, on the bed, darling.”

“Yes, Miss.” 

He settles down in the middle of the mattress, resting against the metal headboard and watches as you dig out soft bondage rope from the bottom drawer of your dresser. His eyes go a little comically wide and you come to sit next to him on the bed. Grabbing one of his wrists softly, you place the rope in his hand so he can feel it. 

“We don’t have to. I got a little eager, but we can wait.”

His fingers curl around the rope curiously. “What — uh what did you want to do with it?”

“Tie each wrist individually toward the two corner posts of the headboard.”

He looks down at the rope again, fingers still rubbing along it before he glances to each corner post. He sets the rope down and spreads his arms, looking at you he asks, “Like this?” 

You nod, “Exactly like that.” 

He considers it for another moment, a small blush creeping up on his cheeks again, “I — I like that idea.” 

“And,” you continue, deft fingers unraveling the rope and tying it around his left wrist as an example, “I use quick release knots.” You finish the knot and let him examine it for a moment. “That way, if you need me to stop, all I have to do is pull.” And you do, one quick tug on the end and the whole knot comes undone. “And you’re out.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he agrees, all hesitancy gone, “tie me up. Tie me up Miss, please.”

You chuckle, “My eager little puppy.”

And so you do. Keeping his wrists secure but making sure the knots aren’t too tight and that he’s comfortable. When you lean back and take him all in, the situation floors you. This is your best friend Tom, someone you’ve loved for years but now might actually be awakening the feeling of being in love with. And he’s tied to your bed, naked and hard and absolutely fucking stunning. Tan skin flushed with a red tint that deepens depending on what you do to him. His curly hair is messy from your hands. His lips are red and swollen from your lips. He’s hard and leaking against his stomach because of you.

“Fuck.” It’s the only word your mind can coherently string together in that moment because this is everything you never knew you wanted and now it’s all laid out in front of you for your own taking. 

He shivers under your stare, arms flexing as he pulls at his restraints just slightly and the fact that you aren’t on him yet is criminal. So you lean in, pressing your lips to his quickly first, a soft, sweet kiss of reassurance before you tilt his head to the side and drag your teeth down his neck. He moans as you start to suck on the skin at the junction of his neck, hands rubbing along his chest. You find his nipples, pebbled hard and as you bite down on his neck you pinch them, eating up the way he whimpers, the way his hips jolt off the bed. One last bite and you pull your mouth from his skin, resting in the crook of his neck, listening to his heavy breathing. His cologne is faint but you can still smell it. He’s completely enveloping all five of your senses. You slide your hand down his stomach and watch as his muscles move, his cock twitches as you get closer to it. And you can’t tease him, as much as you want to, you want to feel his cock as badly as he wants you to. 

You wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly and his head falls back. He swears, long and low, drawing the word out as you play with him. 

“Make such pretty noises, Tommy,” you praise. Enjoying the weight of him in your hand, how hard he is balancing out the velvety softness of the skin of his shaft. How hot he is, memorizing every ridge and vein along his length. Watching his foreskin roll back with the movement of your hand, as you continue to slowly milk pre cum from him. 

He gasps, “I’ve been thinking about this all week — well, fuck. A lot longer than that actually but like, ugh, what you said last weekend.” You pull your head out of the crock of his neck so you can look at his face as he continues. “I’ve been horny all fucking week. I’ve jerked off every night and it’s not enou— ”

He whines high in his throat as you twist your grip along his tip.”Fuck! Fuck it’s not enough. And I've been… I’ve been doing research. About what you said. And I —” his heavy breathing interrupts his thought process. “I want to be good for you. I — I wanna be yours.”

He looks at you then, locks and holds your gaze. “Can I? Can I please be yours?”

Your heart and pussy clench simultaneously. “Fuck. Tommy. Yes, I want you to be mine. All mine.” 

His eyes go wide, face softening as you give him the answer he needed to hear. “Thank you, oh fuck, thank you Miss. Shit. I’m gonna — gonna cum.”

You stop your movement immediately, grip loosening and you feel him twitch, hear the rattle of the headboard as he pulls on the ropes. 

“Fuck!” He squeezes his eyes shut, his whole body going taut as you deny him. 

“Baby boy, if you think you’re cumming before I get that gorgeous cock inside me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

His eyes snap open, “Oh fuck. I wanna be inside you, I wanna feel you, I wanna —” his arms flex against the rope once more, “Are you wet Miss? I wanna feel it, I wanna know I’ve been a good boy and made you wet. I wanna taste you. I want —”

You hush him gently, pushing back the hair that’s fallen across his forehead, “I know baby boy. And you have been so good for me already.” You emphasize this with a quick squeeze of his cock. He gasps, eyes never leaving you. You place a quick kiss to his lips before getting up off the bed. You strip, a little slower than normal, keenly aware of his eyes on you. Sliding your jeans down your legs before pulling your top off slowly. A quick pinch of your fingers and your bra loosens, straps slipping off your shoulders and you let it fall to the ground. 

“Fuck me,” he whispers, fingers curling into his palm as his eyes sweep over your body for the first time.  

You toy with the band of your underwear, pulling downward slowly from each hip before you turn around, bending over as you slide them past your ass and down your legs. The movement of your hands accompanies another jarring shake of the headboard and he’s swearing as he stares at you, bent over and showing him everything. 

“Miss. Fuck, I can see how wet you are. Shit… god I wanna taste you, I wanna feel you. Please Miss. Please.”

You stand back up and turn towards him, crawling onto the bed over to him. “So vocal, baby boy. I love it,” you murmur, moving to straddle his hips. You hold yourself above him, smirking when he tries to tilt his hips up to you only for you to move further away from his cock. 

“I’ve got the implant in,” you start, waiting for him to look at you. When he does, he nods, understanding what you’re saying. “Are you clean, Tom?” 

“Yeah,” he rushes out, “I haven’t been with anyone in a while and I always got tested afterwards.” 

“Good. Me too.” And with that you drop your hips slowly, settling his cock between your wet folds. He moans and it’s impossible for you to hold one in as well. His cock fits along your center perfectly. You slide along him, getting him wet and focusing on the tip of his cock nudging against your clit. 

“Fucking hell, you’re so wet,” he whines, biceps bulging as his hips start to move with yours. 

You smirk, leaning in to rub your lips against his, “So are you.” 

And you glance down, watching as his cock continues to leak onto his stomach, as he gets wet from you, foreskin rolling back with each movement from your hips as you rock against him. You lean in, capturing his lips with yours properly. He leans up and into you, moaning when you bite roughly along his bottom lip. You lift your hips off him, reaching down to get a hand around the base of his dick. He’s lost in the kiss, arching up into you, mewling but as soon as you start to sink down on his cock, he freezes. 

He pleads your name, breathing heavily against your lips, “Holy shit. I — you… fuck! You feel so good.”

“Baby boy, you sound like a virgin,” you tease, enjoying the stretch of his cock as he bottoms out inside you. You sigh, clenching purposefully around his cock as you reach down to start rubbing your clit.

He whines, head falling back against the headboard, “I fucking feel like one.” 

You chuckle, finding a rhythm with your hips, angling your movements slightly until his cock is rubbing exactly where you want him. You clench involuntarily and his name leaves your lips in a breathless whisper. He looks back at you then, watching you use him, ride him, finger slipping easily against your clit. 

He pulls at his restraints and you look at him, cocking an eyebrow to push him to voice what’s on his mind. He takes in a deep breath through his nose. “Miss, I wanna make you cum. I wanna be good for you. I want to — can I show you how good I can be? Please?”

You slow your hips to a stop, watching his body jolt as the friction on his cock ceases but stays buried deep inside you. You trail your fingers up his stomach, circling one nipple, then the other, “Yeah? And how are you going to do that, Tommy? How are you going to be good for me and make me cum?”

“My fingers, my cock. I want you to cum using your boy. But I should be doing the work. Please. I’ll be so good for you. So fucking good.”

You snicker, his eagerness and willingness to please is palpable. You consider him for a second longer and then give one single nod. You reach for his wrists and give a good tug, the quick release knots loosen and his hands are free. 

He goes to touch you but stops himself, “Can I, Miss?” 

Your clit throbs, so much so that you clench around his cock to try and ease some of the ache. He shudders as a result, muscles in his stomach and chest tightening. “Yeah, baby boy, you can.” 

He wraps an arm around your waist, moving to have you settle down on your back but doing delicate work to keep his cock inside you. He grabs at your hips and tilts them up a bit, the movement allows his cockhead to rub directly against your sweet spot. You moan quietly, a noise not lost on him and he starts thrusting, keeping them pointed and determined. He reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his throat and as you squeeze gently, he sucks his thumb into his mouth. He presses it to your clit expertly, letting it slide against you quickly while he fucks his hips into you. Every movement of his body is perfectly pinpointed on your pleasure. 

“Fuck, Tommy.” Your fingers squeeze gently against his pulse points. You reach your other hand up and thread it into his hair. You pull, bringing his mouth down onto yours. He steadies himself with a hand next to your head but doesn’t stop the movement on your clit, doesn’t slow the perfect drag of his cock inside you. He opens his mouth to you, lets you take what’s yours. 

You start tightening around his cock, can feel the heat building in your core and your mouth goes slack as your release approaches. 

“Yeah, please Miss, please cum, please let me make you cum,” he urges, his breath mixing with yours, lips so close they bump against yours as he talks. 

It swells like a wave, building momentum until finally it reaches its peak and breaks. Your body shudders, fingers tightening in his hair and Tom is close, thumb still against your clit, feeling you clench and flutter and it registers after a moment that you’re clenching around nothing. You gasp, fingers loosening some. You suck in a deep breath, doing your best to fill your lungs. 

Your go limp into the mattress and you open your eyes to see him staring in awe at you. You lick your lips as you rub his hair and let your fingers trail down his neck. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been picturing what you would look like when you cum, and my imagination wasn’t even close. Fuck, you’re amazing. Thank you for letting me be good for you.” 

You press your lips to his, “You were so good for me, puppy. Made me cum so fucking hard.” You take a deep breath in, body feeling more and more like jelly. You trail your fingers down his arms, feeling the smoothness of his skin, “You pulled out though…?” 

And he blushes, eyes dropping, unable to hold your gaze. “I was gonna cum, you felt so fucking good but you — well, you didn’t give me permission to...” he trails off.

There’s no fighting the devilish smirk this time. “Oh baby boy, such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” 

He smiles sweetly. “I try to be, Miss.”

“You are,” you affirm, pushing at his chest and moving with him as he settles back against the headboard once more. “So good for me. And good boys get their rewards.”

You settle down between his thighs, a wave of possessiveness washing over you as his legs spread automatically to fit you comfortably. You press your lips to his chest, lazily trailing kisses down his stomach, taking your time to nip and suck on his skin. His stomach muscles tremble under your touch and he’s making sweet little mewling noises as you move lower and lower down his body. 

You trace your tongue along the jut of his hip, raking your fingernails gently up along the inside of his thighs. He chokes back your name as you reach up and cup his balls. They’re heavy and full in your hand. You move to his opposite hip, marking his skin in a rougher way, determined to leave a bruise that he’ll see for days to come. 

His fingers are curled into your comforter, tendons prominent on the back of his hands as he squeezes and releases his grip. He’s babbling above you, a mantra of please leaving his lips. 

One lewd sucking noise and you pull away from his hip. Letting your hand fall away from his balls, you lean up and look at him. “Please what, puppy? What do you want?”

“Touch me, please. Please, Miss.” 

You splay your hands deliberately across his thighs, rubbing at his legs. “I am touching you, baby boy.”

He sobs, hips flexing up off the bed as you run your hands up his body, purposely staying away from his cock. “Use you words, puppy.”

“F-fuck! My cock, please. P-please touch my cock.”

“There,” you coo, “all you had to do was ask, Tommy.”

And finally you do, leaning back down to lick along the underside of his cock, flattening your tongue and dragging it up his length. He chokes at the first contact, chest heaving as he falls back against the headboard. His tip is dark red and leaking steadily. You envelop your lips around him, wrapping your hand around his base as you start sucking. You swirl your tongue, tasting the saltiness of your wetness and his pre cum on your tongue. 

He starts twitching underneath your touches, cock jerking in your mouth as you hollow out your checks. You start bobbing up and down, spit starting to coat his cock and make him sloppy. You pull off with a pop, letting your hand pick up where your mouth left off. 

“Love that your cock tastes like me, baby boy.” You growl, the slick noises of your hand around his dick echoing in your ears. “How it always should be, yeah? Your cock should always be wet from my pussy.”

He whimpers your name, panting as he looks at you. His body is taut, like the string of a bow. He’s practically vibrating, doing his best to stave off his orgasm for just a little bit longer. You watch him, his jaw clenches, sucking a deep breath in through his nose before he opens his mouth again. He sounds breathless. His eyebrows crease and eyelids flutter as you thumb his slit, collecting even more of his pre cum. 

“Wanna cum, Tommy?” you taunt, twisting your grip and watching as he shutters. 

“P-please,” he gasps, grip twisting even harder into your bedsheets. 

You stop the movement of your hand, moving in closer, feeling predatory as you glare at him, “Beg for it.” you demand, voice harsh and authoritative

“F-fuck, Miss, please can I cum? I want to so badly. Please, please Miss. Please… please make cum,” he whines, voice high pitched and broken. 

“Good boy,” you purr. You start to move your hand again but not at the speed he needs. “Go on, puppy, fuck my fist and make yourself cum.” 

He cries out, doing as he’s told, hips flexing and thrusting up into your grip. His muscles are defined and quivering as he moves. Moans getting shorter, choppier, whinier. He sounds wrecked and desperate and needy and bloody fucking beautiful. 

“There ya go, baby boy, cum for me.”

And he does. He freezes, body going rigid and you feel his cock pulse in your hand. He curls forward towards you as he cums, spilling across your hand and up his chest and stomach.You stroke him through it, listening as your name is a litany on his lips. He twitches as you milk every last drop of cum from his cock. 

With one long moan, he sags backwards, exhausted but completely sated. He’s still breathing hard, chest heaving and he looks up at you, “Fuck me.” 

You chuckle, leaning in to press your lips to his and kiss him lazily. You pull back, going to move off the bed but he grabs your wrist, “Where are you going?” suddenly sounding a bit lost. 

You smile softly, leaning in to kiss his check. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. And get you something to clean up with,” you say with a wink, motioning to his cum covered stomach. 

He goes a bit sheepish, grip loosening. “Oh, yeah — right.”

You come back soon after, washcloth in hand, and he cleans himself up quickly as you crawl back into bed with him. He tosses the now dirty cloth onto the floor and you giggle as he cuddles into your side, arms wrapping around your waist and pressing himself along your body. 

You scrape your fingers up into his hair, listening as he hums contently. “You mentioned something about research…” you trail off, leaving the statement open ended. His fingers squeeze at your skin. 

He fidgets against you for a moment or two, “Yeah I — well, what you told me last weekend definitely piqued my interest.” You move so that his face isn’t buried in your neck anymore and you can see him properly. His cheeks are red, a color that’s barely left his features all night, and you reach up to cup his jaw, rubbing your thumb along his cheek to encourage him to keep talking. He swallows, “And I’d been thinking about talking to you about how I felt about you. But then when you said that — I realized I didn’t really know what that all entailed. So I did some reading,” his gaze is dropped, focused on your collar bones instead of your eyes. “Articles and podcasts and forums. There’s also a whole mess of videos on Tik Tok? I just… I wanted it to be really good for you. I wanted to be really good for you.”

“Fuck, Tommy, you were. So fucking good. But you’ve really never submitted to someone before?”

He presses his lips together, finally glancing back up into your eyes, “No.”

You raise your eyebrows, impressed, “Well you could have fooled me, puppy. You were a natural.” 

He shivers at the praise, “Shit, I really like it when you call me that.”

You bite your lip, “I’ll remember that, puppy.”

And there’s that unspoken conversation about your feelings for one another. Something you’ll need to discuss at some point, but in the moment, it doesn’t hold the need to be explained, to be articulated because you can see the emotions swimming in his eyes, the intent behind his hands on your body. It’s the same intent your body language is telling him. And yes, one day you’ll discover just how deep those feelings go, but right now, there’s nothing more that needs to be said. Nothing that you both don’t already know. 

[kaistarus]

BitterSweet

Pairing: Itadori YuujiXReader

Words: 2.4K

Summary: How Yuuji makes his way into your life with brights smiles and shitty coffees

A/N: just in time for his b-day :3 i’ve loved this boi since before i even started jjk, so i’m glad I got to finally write for him lol

Masterlist

Bitter.

Bitter-with a hint of vanilla-was what you associated with Itadori Yuuji. His beaming smile at your first tutoring session forever connected with the pungent coffee he offered you.

You stared at the cup skeptically, “what is that?”

“Coffee?” Yuuji answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I thought every college student liked coffee.”

He wasn’t wrong, “but why did you get it?”

“Because you got up so early to help me,” Yuuji’s smile widened as he waved the drink around.

“Well I’m scheduled, so I would have been here whether you signed up or not.” You pointed out, glancing at the clock nearby that read too-early-in-the-morning and gestured for him to hand it over. He looked so pleased with himself that you were sure if he was a dog his tail would be going wild.

That was the only explanation you had for why you didn’t tell Yuuji it was the worst thing you’d ever tasted, hiding your full body cringes when he looked up after digging through his backpack.

“So, what are we doing first?” He asked excitedly, holding a creased notebook with uneven pages and a packed folder with papers hanging out. You stared at it wearily, but unfortunately he was far from the worst case scenario-a folder was huge compared to some you’d run into.

“I guess just give me your last exam and we’ll work from there.”

Yuuji chuckled awkwardly, fingering through the mass of papers in his folder before producing a packet marked heavily in red ink. You sighed at the single digit number at the top with a frowny face beside it.

Looked like you and Itadori Yuuji were going to be spending a lot of time together.

**************

“You’re overthinking it, Yuuji.” You rubbed your temples having spent the last thirty minutes working through the same problem with no success. You were beginning to lose all hope.

“But it doesn’t make any sense,” he groaned, leaning back in his seat. “I’m supposed to figure out the probability of what movies were action movies, but how was she able to watch eighty movies in one week?”

“That isn’t the question.”

“It isn’t possible though!” He jabbed his eraser at the paper. “Did she sleep? I bet this Melissa chick fast forwarded or skipped.”

“Yuuji…”

“Can you go a full week without sleep? If she slept through some, are they part of the eighty?” He gripped his pink locks in frustration. “How do I know which she slept through? Is there a timeline?”

You deadpanned as he scanned the page stressfully like it was holding him hostage with its contents, “I don’t think they provide a timeline, no.”

“Sorry,” Yuuji sighed defeated, slouching forward to rest his chin on the library’s table. “I swear I’m trying.”

You leaned against your palm, eyes softening as he glared at the homework sheet under him. “Don’t apologize,” you slid the sheet from under his chin. “You’re my favorite session after all.”

“I am?” He perked up.

You rolled your eyes while circling a segment of the first word problem. “You can just make up wild backstories for each person. Melissa doesn’t have to sleep and can absorb movies abnormally fast or something.”

Yuuji blinked several times as his lips curved into a smile. “What about the guy who owns over four-hundred chickens?”

You forced down your own smile and shrugged, “he’s just lonely.”

Yuuji laughed, continuing down the page while spewing out ridiculous stories for the unfortunate names in the Stats problems. Your heart beat firm in your chest at how excited he was now while scanning the page. The ticking clock above you felt like a curse the closer it got to the end of your session.

You guessed you didn’t hate the mornings anymore if they were with him.

*************************

You tapped your pencil’s eraser impatiently on the booth's table. The smell of brewing dark roast drifting through the small cafe accompanied by the combined noises of workers preparing early risers beverages kept you from dozing off where you sat. Finally, after what felt like forever-probably a few minutes-Yuuji slid into the booth across from you and placed a mug in front of you.

“I can buy my own coffee, Yuuji.” You took the mug wearily, eyes darting around the near empty cafe you’d decided to meet at this week to ‘spice things up’ in his words. “People might get the wrong idea.”

“I didn’t think you cared about that stuff,” he said with a teasing smile that you returned with a half-assed glare. “It’s my payment for making me smarter.”

“I already get paid,” you pouted at the drink in your hands. “And you’re already smart. I just help you understand it.”

He didn’t respond and you glanced over, confused at his slack jaw expression.

“Oh,” he started shuffling through his backpack and you swore his cheeks were dusted pink. “Yeah, that-uh-makes sense.”

“Right,” you raised a brow at the weird response, but decided it wasn’t worth pursuing. There wasn’t enough time in the world to question every random thing Yuuji did.

 “What’s on the schedule today boss?”

“Your exam’s tomorrow,” you said, pulling some sheets from your own backpack. “I printed your practice exam since I’m guessing you didn’t know it existed.”

“Hey,” he pouted. “I didn’t, but still...”

You snorted, sliding the packet across the table. “Just do the ones you can and I’ll help with the rest.”

He saluted you, unnecessarily scribbling his name across the top before getting to work-his tongue poking out adorably while his eyes scanned the words intensely. You felt your chest filling with an unfamiliar warmth as you watched him work and your hand drifted subconsciously toward the mug next to you.

You coughed, unprepared for the harsh flavor, only wiping the grimace off your face when Yuuji peered upward with an innocent head tilt. Your heart squeezed when you locked eyes too long with his dark hazel before a soft smile filtered onto his lips. You quickly dropped your stare, hoping that if you avoided looking at him you could avoid the weird feeling emotion rolling in your stomach as well.

***************

You slouched up the library's stairwell, pushing through the second story’s double doors that led to your usual reserved tutoring table. The school really needed to push back your start time-seven in the morning was way too early for any college student to effectively teach or learn anything. The only person ridiculous enough to continuously sign-up for this time was-

You gripped your backpack straps as strong arms wrapped themselves around your midsection, picking you off the ground without warning. An unwanted frightened squeal left your lips before you recognized Yuuji’s laughter behind you and you relaxed as much as you could with him spinning you around in a library half-full of people.

“What are you doing?” You glared at him over your shoulder, cheeks warm from embarrassment at the scene he was causing.

“I got a C!”

You blinked several times before prying his arms off you, “are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he slid his backpack off, digging around before offering you a crumpled up packet with a seventy-four and a smiley written on top. You stared at it with a growing smile and without thinking too much you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yuuji, this is amazing!”

“I know,” he laughed, encircling your waist awkwardly given your backpack. “My roommate didn’t believe me. She’s doing my dishes for a week thanks to you.”

You weren’t sure you felt good about that after seeing his level of disorganization, but you smiled back anyway. “I’m so proud of you.”

Which was true. Your chest was swollen near bursting with pride for him and he’d only gotten a C. You told yourself it was because of your own skills as a tutor, but had you ever been this excited for someone?

“Hey, we should celebrate.” Yuuji stuffed the exam back into his bag. “Do you wanna-”

“Can you guys quiet down?” a guy with four crushed energy drink cans and food wrappers laying haphazardly around him asked. “I can’t focus and I just wanna go home, dude.”

“Sorry,” you whispered as warmth crept up your neck, turning Yuuji toward the exit as he stared at the guy in amazement. “We’ll leave you alone.”

“How long have you been here?” Yuuji asked in awe.

“Twenty-five… No, maybe eight...” The guy narrowed his eyes at the clock. “Time’s an illusion man.”

Yuuji nodded, impressed, shooting the guy a thumbs up as you pushed him toward the doors. Once in the stairwell you shot him a bright smile, “celebrate?”

He nodded excitedly. “We can get coffee!”

You turned away quickly to cover your panic, “or maybe anything else?”

Yuuji hummed, “I guess change can be nice.”

Your heart did a bizarre skip at the soft look in his eyes and you hurriedly started down the stairs without him. You spent more time that morning brushing off each reaction to Yuuji than enjoying your time with him. When everything was done you started thinking that you were having a hard time kidding even yourself.

**************

You and Yuuji had been working in silence for the past twenty minutes-the longest he’d gone without needing help since he’d signed up for tutoring. It was a great sign that for some reason had your stomach knotting uncomfortably.

“You’re doing really good,” you complimented, admiring the delighted smile he gave you.

“Yeah, I used what you said about note taking for lecture.” He showed you his notes that were beyond chaotic, but apparently worked for him. “I actually understand what’s going on now.”

“That’s great,” you looked down at your Chem problems and attempted to keep your tone light. “You probably won’t need tutoring soon if this-.”

You heard his pencil snap and looked up to find him staring holes through his paper. He seemed tense as he pressed his pencil roughly against the notebook and you wondered what word problem would’ve caused that reaction.

“Are you stuck? Do you want me to-”

“I like you.”

You paused mid-reach for his textbook and locked eyes with him, his cheeks flaring up a dark pink. You opened and closed your mouth several times before mumbling out a weak, “what?”

“And I don’t want you to tutor me,” he looked frustrated with himself when you tilted your head at his contradictory statements. “I mean, I do, but not always. I just want to spend time with you and not talk about Stats because I hate Stats, but I really like you.”

That weird feeling was back. The one where your chest felt tight and your heart was beating too quickly and your stomach sort of felt like you might throw up, but all in a good way and that made everything weirder. It was a lot and not enough and that made you nervous.

“I don’t know, Yuuji.” You lied.

“That’s okay,” he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No pressure. I just sprung it on you, so I don’t blame you.”

You nodded, watching him dig around his bag for a second pencil while grumbling about organizing that you knew would never happen. Your heart ached in your chest as you watched him continue working casually, playing off whatever happened.

...but you weren’t sure you could do the same.

************

This was a terrible idea.

You swung your legs, perched atop a railing across from a building that Yuuji was currently taking his midterm. It didn’t matter how you got that information-accessing his schedule with the few perks your job gave you-all that mattered was you had five minutes to figure out what you were going to say to him.

This wouldn’t even be an issue if he hadn’t skipped tutoring a few days ago. You weren’t sure if he thought you hated him or if he was regretting confessing to you, but either way you needed to talk to him before your window closed.

If only any of the speeches you could think of weren’t absolutely humiliating. Three minutes now? That should be enough time for you to at least get the beginning-

“(Y/N)?”

Your head whipped to the side so fast you're sure you got whiplash, dumbfounded that Yuuji was standing there with his head cocked to the side.

“You finished early,” you said, face warming at his growing confusion. “Not that I would know that.”

“Right.” He gave you a once-over. “Whatcha doing here?”

“Uh,” your nose crinkled while searching for a reasonable excuse. You sighed when you came up empty. “You skipped tutoring.”

Yuuji’s eyebrow rose and he waved his hands around. “I accidentally slept through it.” Then you noticed the gears started turning in his head and you began shrinking in on yourself. “You came here because I skipped a lesson?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you were going to keep skipping,” you avoided his eyes, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “It’s a bad habit.”

He knew you were full of shit. You could tell by the way he was forcing down a smirk when you stared at your feet. This would obviously be going so much better if you had those three minutes to prepare.

“Thanks for checking in,” he smiled, fishing around in his pocket and holding out his phone. “We should probably exchange numbers so you don’t have to go through all this trouble next time.”

You eyed the phone and rolled your eyes, “makes sense.”

He looked overjoyed when you took it from his hands. Your heart felt like it would pound out of your rib cage while he watched you create your contact, your fingers shaking slightly under the pressure.

“As an apology, I should probably take you to get food too.”

You paused, looking up at his hopeful gaze before nodding shyly. “That seems fair.”

The smile that overtook his face was probably the largest you’d ever seen and your heart nearly exploded when he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the building. You probably should have seen this coming the moment you began looking forward to your morning shifts with him. As he dragged you down the street you found yourself not caring where he took you-you knew you’d be happy as long as he was with you.

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Hiii I just wanted to ask if u could write a sad shiggy cuddling with his s/o idk why but it’s been in my head for too long 👁👄👁

No smut just soft fluff

Shigaraki was feeling down, frustrated that another plan was thwarted by the heroes. So he lay there in bed, unmotivated, pissed and annoyed at himself for overlooking details. He should have foreseen it. His mind replaying it getting lost in his thoughts. It was then he heard a knock at his door. 

"Go away, get lost" he grumbled, not wanting anyone near him. 

The knock came again followed by your soft feminine voice.

"Tomura, are you OK"

Silence followed by footsteps padding across the floor, the door swung open to reveal a shirtless irritated Shigaraki wearing just a pair of boxers. He was clearly upset and you figured you knew why. Before you could say anything he swept you up in his arms, hugging you tightly. Your arms instantly wrapped around him. 

After a few minutes he takes your hand and leads you to his bed, wanting you to to cuddle with him. He laid down motioned for you to join him so you crawl in next to him, snuggling up close to him, your arms embracing him. He positioned himself where he could bury his head in your neck, kissing lightly on your soft skin. 

You lay there feeling each other's warmth, listening to him breath as he squeezed you in his arms. 

"Do you want to talk about you?" you asked.

After several seconds he finally spoke.

"I failed, again.  I'm a failure" he bit out angrily.

"Shigaraki you are not a failure. You are a very smart man. How could you have known that would happen, you can't see the future and you gave them a damn good fight, plus you took down a few of them didn't you?

"Yeah" he answered quietly. 

"I believe in you so much, I know you will achieve your goals,  and I'm always here to support you in any way you need, even if that means you just need to be held. Which I'm more than happy to do. Anything you need just ask" You finished by kissing his forehead tenderly.

"Move in with me" he voice soft yet still it was more of a statement than a question.

Shigaraki was not one to ask anybody anything, he ordered. But he was gentler with you. Ever since you had started dating two months ago he was always very caring with you, showing a softer side of himself only to you. Usually one of you would spend the night at the others house, but to move in was a big step.

"I want you with me all the time" he whispered into your ear before taking you earlobe in his mouth giving a small nip as he sucked gently on the bit of flesh. 

This always made your toes curl. He knew exactly how to make your shudder, all your erogenous zones and could easily turn you to a mushy mess with a simple press of his lips or touch of his skilled fingers. How could you say no.

"Mhmm OK" you hummed.

His lips meet yours in a heated kiss as he pulls you even tighter to him, trapping you within his long thin, yet strong arms. The feeling of your body tucked against his, pressed firmly to him was he favorite thing, well next to sex with you. Your lavender scent surrounded him, the softness of your skin under his hands as he rubbed your now nude back, your clothes turned to dust the second he first hugged you. 

While it was maddening to constantly lose clothes you liked you could not be angry with him. One look in his beautiful deep red eyes and your insides turned to jelly. You couldn’t deny him anything. 

Your hands went up to comb through his long locks, loving how feathery it felt falling through your fingers. Shigaraki moaned at the act. He loved this, your bodies tangled together, your digits dancing in his hair, inhaling your scent as he kissed a path over your neck decorating it with hickeys as he went. 

"Thank you Y/N"

"For what" you questioned confused.

"For being you, for loving me, I don't deserve someone as beautiful and wonderful as you. Just thanks for choosing me" he choked out, his voice cracking.

"Shig you don't have to thank me, I love you for who you are. You make me incredibly happy and proud to be your girl. You are my perfect guy" kissing him as you finished

Hearing those words made him melt. He pushed you on your back and crawled on top of you, hovering above you he looked into your eyes.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me my little kitten" his voice had become husky with desire.

The rest of the night he did just as he said, showing you love, passion and need.

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Patch Notes

PC:1.69.54.1020 / Mac: 1.69.54.1220 Console: Version 1.35 Happy Holidays Simmers! It’s time to go back in to Create a Sim! Where in this update you will find 100+ new skin tones, customization sliders for skin tones and makeup, and three improved base game hairstyles! Every skin tone now has a value slider that allows you to change the light to dark value of that skin tone, unlocking a much wider variety of skin tone options for you to play with! You will also find that our skin tones are now filterable to warm, cool, and neutral tones (as well as miscellaneous that covers our occult skin tones).

The new makeup sliders add more choices and opportunities for you to customize your Sims, and express your Sim’s style! Hue, saturation, value or brightness, and opacity are now available to modify on the makeup. We have locked some of the sliders where it did not provide an optimal experience or make sense for the makeup. Expect us to continue our work on these issues into the future to provide you with more. In addition to the customization opportunities provided, you can also save custom swatches as you tweak your sliders to get the perfect look. When you click on the swatch (for skin tones and makeup) as you modify the sliders, you will have an opportunity to save your custom settings, so you can re-use it later without having to remember your perfect looks! Did we mention that we made some hair updates? We did - we updated a base game child hair (cfHair_BraidedPonyTail), and we added a second version of that hair that removes the baby hairs (cfHair_BraidedPonyTailPlain). And we updated a base game male hair that you may find difficult to recognize from the original hair (ymHair_flatTopTextured)!

We have updated the Main Menu!... Again! The idea behind this change is to create a more cohesive experience and give Packs a more proper space as we continue to grow our content lineup. As a nice bonus, we highlighted the Gallery in a more meaningful way to inspire you.

-SimGuruGnome & SimGuruRusskii

Now onto the fixes:

Sims 4

Sketching so much that the Digital Sketch Pad just quit on you? Never fear! Freelancer Sims that use the Digital Sketchpad will now be able to complete designs without being reset abruptly.

Happy Birthday to all! Sims will now properly Age Up. Adulting is hard but they will make it, don’t worry.

Fixed an issue in which Doors, Windows, and Arches had cutouts when being reflected in Mirrors. Rorrim Rorrim no eht llaw, ohw si eht tseriaf erutaef fo meht lla?

Sims that do not have the Fishing Skill, or have not been Fishing at all, will not get notifications about identifying Fish. THEY WERE FISHING WITH THEIR MINDS.

The following careers have added the “Take Vacation Day” option, yay!Editor Russkii note: I didn’t want to add each line in each pack for this fix, it would have looked weird and robotic so that is why I chose to do one bullet point for all in this section.

Child Sims will no longer forget they are in their Sleepwear when they go to school. Though in these times of Work and School from Home, I don’t blame them one bit.

The Sweet Escapes Country Toilet will no longer be Comfortable AND Uncomfortable at the same time… There can only be one!

Sims with the Best Selling Author Aspiration can now complete their task of writing 3 Best Sellers.

Fixed an issue in which resized objects would disappear when they were part of downloaded Gallery items.

We revised our Careers (Pack specific and not) and we made sure there were no Chance Cards that were repeated constantly.

We noticed we had added the option to Clean Up Toddler on kitchen and bathroom sinks for both Toddlers and Children by mistake, so we removed it for both age groups from the sink… but how would have they fit? Like… how? These are the questions that keep me up at night.

Build Snowpal interaction is no longer available on non-natural ground (For Simmers that own Seasons and/or Snowy Escape). That's why it's called a Snowpal, not a Floorpal!

Gardener (Seasons)

Military (Strangerville)

Lifeguard for Teens and Conservationist (Island Living)

Law, Education, and Engineer (Discover University)

Civil Designer (Eco Lifestyle).

Get to Work

We made a clarification on the Xenophilia moodlet when interacting with Alien Sims. It should no longer say “From Discovering Aliens” but now it correctly reads “From Interacting with Aliens.”

Fixed an issue in which childbirth was not possible if Simmers changed the color swatches of the Surgery Tables. Now listen, I have heard about renting whole hospital wings for a birth in real life and other eccentricities, but this… was really something.

Get Together

Male Sims will no longer get Pregnant after receiving calls from NPC Sims.

City Living

NPC Sims will now text and call with invitations to Festivals. I personally welcomed the calm and quiet of my phone not beeping about constantly. But I can’t miss a Festival!

Sims rejoice! Yard sale customers will no longer invade their Home Lots and use Household objects. It is a Yard Sale… OUT in the yard, not an Open House.

Did you ever regret trusting some Sims enough to give them your apartment keys to constantly get visits from them for Milk and Juice? You can rest assured that they will no longer visit you for this purpose. I think some neighborly love is appreciated, but this went beyond the proverbial “May I have a cup of sugar?” type of situation.

Fixed an issue in which interactions to participate on GeekCon contests would not appear when interacting with objects.

We decided to give a bit more clarity when displaying the location of Festivals, so now it will display as “Near <insert location>” and not a distinct location that is not entirely correct. This is true for Festivals in Snowy Escape as well.

Cats and Dogs

Pets will no longer sleep in random places when told to sleep on their Pet beds. In my world they can sleep where they are most comfortable, my conspiracy… allegedly.

Seasons

Sims can now Shower in the Rain… Jury is still out on Singing and Dancing.

Sims will no longer “lose” their shovels when performing other autonomous activities while performing the interaction “Shovel Snow.”

Our friendly neighborhood Snowpal has been properly renamed to Chill from Chil. Everything I knew before was a lie… a LIE!

Ever felt like the Holiday spirit has just been too much to handle, and Father Winter starting to show up everywhere and not letting you do much of anything getting a bit… out of hand? Fear not! Father Winter will stop replicating himself* to spread holiday cheer. *Note this fix is not entirely retroactive, new saves should see this without issue. Existing saves will correct themselves over time.

Get Famous

Duck Security SCROO9E Super XL Smart Vault will no longer disappear after Sims Woohoo in it… you can say Woohoo can be romantic and magical, but maybe not to this extent?

NPCs from the Actor Career sometimes would never show on Set, making gigs impossible to complete. We've spoken with their union reps and everyone has agreed to stop this ridiculous strike. What were they striking about? Was there even a Strike? We may never know.

Island Living

Mermaids and other Occults should no longer be able to make hybrid occults. How were they making them? Oh boy, I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to give you the mermaid-birds and spellcaster-bees talk.

Randomly generated Mermaid Sims will no longer be seen without some features in affected Simmer Saves. However this fix is not retroactive, so it should be seen fixed in new saves.

Pizza delivery to Lagoon Look Lot has been fixed to arrive promptly. This is Sulani Deep Lagoon Pizza, home of the 2x1 Mermadic Kelp Pizza and the Salty Llama Combo, may I take your order? <Descriptive Simlish on the line> Uh huh… uh huh… <Indescribable Simlish on the line> Yes, we now can ACTUALLY deliver to Lagoon Look… <Interrogative Simlish on the line> Yes, we told our delivery Sims that they need to deliver it there and not keep the pizza for themselves… like give it to the actual client. <Surprised Simlish on the line>

Discover University

Has this ever happened to you? Your Sim is ready to make an offering to the Sprites only to find a crystal stuck without being able to move it? No longer a problem, Sims now can remove offerings so all their rituals can resume. Sprites rejoice.

We fixed an issue for our Console Simmers that wouldn’t allow them to close the Humanoid Robot’s Behavior Module Menus correctly.

Fixed an issue that would cause items to be repossessed when loans were fully paid. That is NOT how it worked Repo Person… NOT how it worked.

Sims with Research & Debate Skill 3 or higher will no longer be able to “Convince to” with Toddler Sims.

Masquerade Secret Society Masks are now properly unlocked in Create a Sim when joining the Secret Society.

Fixed an issue in which Heckle animation was sometimes not being performed autonomously by Sims while playing Ping Pong.

Eco Lifestyle

Fixed an issue that triggered the Off-the-Grid notifications after traveling to different Lots in Evergreen Harbor, even when they are not labeled as Off-the-Grid.

We spoke to all Eco Inspectors, and they have agreed that they should NOT be charging the Energy efficient appliances fine if your appliances are fully upgraded to be super efficient and amazing. I mean all that work and still get fined? Not in this house!

Fixed an issue in which some placeholder text was showing in notifications after Dumpster Diving.

The Americana Station Speakers will now play Music… as the prophecy foretold.

When the We Wear Bags N.A.P is active, Grim Reaper will not be partially invisible when appearing on a Lot. Grim Reaper contributes!

Living the No Appliance lifestyle? We’ve got news for you! Sims will no longer be penalized for not having “Eco-Friendly Appliances.” No appliances, no fines!

Snowy Escape

Vending Machine Canned Soups and Drinks won’t spoil anymore. Time to stock up!

Sims can no longer go on Hikes while holding their Toddlers.

Space Heaters will now be able to be placed on Lots from Inventory. Sharing the warmth everywhere!

Fixed an issue in which the Shoe Removal Sign in 5-1-2 Kiyomatsu was not working properly. We also added Shoe Removal Signs in 5-1-1 Kiyomatsu and 2-4-2 Wakabamori.

Sims will now be more visibly furious when having the appropriate furious sentiment toward other Sims. “Yes, I’m mad!... No! This IS my furious face!”

Fixed an issue with some animations that would stutter while Snowboarding or Skiing. We also made sure that Sims with a high level of those skills would not always choose the Bunny Slopes.

Izzy Fabulous’ Star Simmi Rank was just too fabulous so we had to correct it to be one star less than displayed. Don’t worry Izzy, you are a full 4 stars in my book, you are that fabulous to me.

After much debate of whether it is the Cave Shrine or the Mountain Shrine for Hiking destinations we finally decided to just call it Mountain Shrine.

We revised the Snoop-Proof Bamboo Blinds and it is now possible to drop’em like they’re hot with the Thousand Words Window.

NPC Sims will no longer “take over” the Slopes for themselves for an indefinite period of time, now they will be sharing with all Sims the joys of the Slopes.

Fixed an issue in which Sims would get highlighted in the Sentiment Panel as if receiving new Sentiments every time traveling is involved.

Sims with Rock Climbing Skill 7, or higher, are able to autonomously climb the Tall Wall (Such tall! So much wall!). There is no need to not face what makes you uncomfortable… autonomously.

Had a chat with Yamachan and asked if he was ok, he seemed to start random conversations and then randomly say goodbye without reason. We are happy to report that he is OK now and will try not to do that. Give us a hug Yamachan.

Food Stalls at Mt. Komorebi Festivals won’t be closing shop randomly during Festival hours anymore. <guitar and piano intro> Closing time, open all the Stalls and eat all the food in the world...Closing time, turn all the lights on and let Yamachan greet you heeeere…

Create a Sim asset ymHat_EP10HelmetGoggles has been fixed to no longer display clipping around the neck area as well as we made sure no facial hair is removed when wearing this asset.

Dine Out

Experimenting with photo frames will no longer use the same picture of an Experimental Meal when displayed.

Hot Pot meals are now part of Restaurant Menus! I miss the times I would go to eat Hot Pot at a restaurant. One of my favorites has a conveyor belt that carries your fixings never leaving your table for a thing. *happy sigh*

Vampires

Vampire Sims will no longer be affected by temperature, so they won't be constantly obsessed with lighting fireplaces trying to get warm.

Post edited by EA_Leeloo at 6:30PM

Source: https://forums.thesims.com/en_US/discussion/984647/december-7th-2020-patch-notes

[mintseesaw]

ngayong gabi | kth

translation. tonight

pairing: boyfriend!taehyung x reader

genre: smut, established relationship au, pwp

word count: 2.1k

warnings: explicit content, soft dom!taehyung, sub!reader, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, slight orgasm denial, mention of reader being sexually harassed in a club  // rating: 18+

↳ an entry for the drabble game Paraluman Playlist requested by @baepsaesbae​. Niki!!!! I hope you enjoy reading this short piece of steamy sesh with the ever lethal man sir kim taehyung hfhgdhfshdx

song rec: frozen by sabrina claudio

With a distinct click on the electronic smart door lock indicating that the door has unlocked, you push yourself inside the apartment. Your vision, hazy. You feel the ground shake beneath your feet. Or was it just your unsteady stance? You couldn’t tell.

As you kick the door close, your body sways a little more, causing you to collide against the back of the door with a thud. You groan as the pain sears in your back from the impact. The grip of your fingers on your purse loosens and falls to the marble floor, hurriedly taking hold of the knob to keep yourself up.

The spell of the alcohol seems a little stronger than you have estimated. Thank god you managed to get yourself home in one piece. You impatiently wait until you gather enough strength to crawl your way into your bedroom, or perhaps, find your boyfriend—whichever occurs first.

You didn’t know what time it was, but it’s late. You know, though not too late for your friends to leave the club just yet. You were frustrated, almost regretting not bringing your boyfriend with you even though the night out was solely meant for you and your friends to enjoy. You left rather soon, baffled and a little shaken up to have been touched inappropriately by a stranger who deemed you a willing prey just because they saw you alone in the booth in a skimpy dress on while your friends are occupied somewhere else, probably sucking faces with strangers they just met in the club.

With sluggish steps, you pad through the quietness of the apartment you share with Taehyung, tripping a few times while taking each of your heels off and tossing them on the floor unceremoniously.

The urge to throw up at bay, however, your intention to find your boyfriend now gone the minute you realized the apartment is almost dead with minimal fluorescence on, already concluding where you’d most likely locate him.

You didn’t know how long it took you to get to the bedroom. But as you push the door open, you call his name in a whimper.

Silence.

Even with only the lamp on placed on his bedside table, your clouded vision immediately landed on his figure there on the bed –sleeping.

God you missed him so much. It was not even that long since you left. In fact, he saw you to the door as you were about to leave hours ago, convincing you to stay with him. His persuasion failed him to earn your yes.  Yet here you are, sulkily crossing the distance, determined to get what your tipsy, needy self wants from him.

The moment you climbed onto the bed, you straddled his waist. A bubbly giggle reverberates through the empty, noiseless room as your upper body landed flushed on top of him. Your reckless movement causes Taehyung to stir, but not enough to wake him.

Your hand disappears in between your bodies, sneaking beneath his cotton shirt to graze the defined muscles of his lean stomach through the pad of your fingers. Your mouth began its journey at his jaw to the skin of his neck, and pausing there to nip a spot you’ve once bruised with your teeth and tongue before.

It was that moment that you evoked a reaction from him, sure enough that you woke him up this time.

“Hmm… Babe?” You hear him murmur not even a second later, his voice so deep and made incredibly hoarse from his post-slumber state.

He caught your hand on his stomach, restraining the brush of your fingers which leaving tingles enough for goosebumps to appear on his arms.

“You drunk, baby?” He asks, pushing your hair out of your face to catch a glimpse of your face. You meant to answer him with a no but a moan accidentally slips out of your throat hearing the deep register of his voice. You swear the sound alone could make you twitch in places only ever touched by his cock and fingers.

You shake your head, “I miss you, Tae.” You whine, nudging your head deeper on the crook of his neck.

“Uh-uh. I can smell a strong scent of alcohol in you. How did you manage to get home?”

You grumble, “Can we not talk about it...” He couldn’t have possibly missed the need lacing in your voice.

“Alright. Rest, love.” Taehyung coos, teasing you. He was half-way through pushing himself up to move your body off of him, but you protested right away.

He smiles, amused to have seen you so needy like this.

“Hmm, then let me see my baby.” He purrs while your face remains hidden out of his sight.

You did as you were told, leveling your head above him.

He was right. You’re in no way near sober. Your half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks and the lingering smell of alcohol couldn’t convince him otherwise. The corners of his lips twitch so sexily, and you nearly moan at the sight.

“Ahh, just as I thought. How many shots have you had?” He asks so gently, yet so dangerously.

“I don’t know.” You mumble honestly, cowering back.

His palm traveled onto your nape to shift your face to hover his. Taehyung caught your jaw, nibbling gently that has you immediately sighing in return.

“What did I tell you, hmm?”

Your lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to give him an answer. You feel your body sweat from the heat made by the alcohol in your system and the warmth emitting from his body. Burying your face on his shoulder, you began an experimental roll of your hips against his pelvis, rubbing your center against his clothed sex. That alone made you cry out in joy.

“Baby…” He warns, loosely gripping your hips as if to test to you further, however, you could care less of his threat now as the friction has already given you something to establish the pleasure you have been craving from him the second you left the club so early than intended.

“Taehyung, please...” You whimper next to his ear, feeling his crotch grow beneath his cotton pajamas through the stimulus you initiated.

You hear him hiss. “You’re drunk, baby… we shouldn’t…” Taehyung mumbles in obvious difficulty, like he was in pain.

“I don’t care. Please fuck me!” You beg weakly.

As your feeble of a strength wavers, your movement turns sloppier. Taehyung acknowledged your struggle. You felt his arms pull you closer from his hold, and the next thing you know, he flipped your bodies both so that he’s hovering above you now. He nudges your thighs apart with his knee, giving him an easy access to your center. His fingers push your panties aside, finding your slick folds.

“Fuck, baby you’re soaking already. You want my cock that much, huh?”

“So much—“

 Another moan tears out of you, failing to finish what you were supposed to say just as Taehyung sinks his two digits inside you without a warning. He pushes them until his digits are knuckled deep, making sure to curl them. His thumb began rubbing circles on your clit, tormenting you over and over.

Your back arches, stars evading your sight from the peak of your pleasure that only his fingers have evoked in a span of seconds.

“Oh please, right there!“

Yet, to your utter dismay, Taehyung deliberately withdrew his fingers. In a flash, he captures your mouth to swallow your sobs while you wallow from the loss of his touch.

His other hand skillfully releases his erection in no time, giving his thick length a few pumps as his mouth tries to distract you, consoling you from the orgasm he had deprived you off through his fingers’ penetration.

Taehyung waited no more, aligns his tip in your entrance and in one fluid motion, sinks his length to the hilt.

“Fuck!” You cry out, tossing your head back in frenzy and the excruciating stretch of your muscles incredibly wide to welcome his thickness. You’re no stranger to his glorious cock. He’s not your first, you’ve had a few casual fucks before him. Yet, no one in your past could compare to the size of his girth like how his long, slender fingers look so huge compared to yours. Every single time he fucks you, the initial sting that comes along in his entrance is a merciless reminder just how huge he is.

Taehyung tugs your leg up around his waist to allow himself to penetrate deeper in you. Cupping his face, you hold his dark gaze back, loving the way they pierce through you, feasting at you as if you are the only woman who can make him feel this way.

You cut the eye contact too soon as his deep lunges constantly pokes your sweet spot inside, making your eyes clenched so tightly, as tight as the muscles down there as they continue to contract from the steady penetration of his cock.

“Tae –“ You mewl just as your body involuntarily shudders, your back contorting from the aphrodisiac waves crashing through your body. The palms grasping his face loosen only to fist material of the sheets beneath you. Taehyung took the sight in with a devious smirk curling on the corners of his mouth as his teeth grazes the shell of your ear, and murmuring sweet nothings next to your ear every now.

If you’re tipsy few moments ago, you’re sure all the remnants of drunkenness in your system have evaporated into the heated atmosphere in the semi-dark room and was replaced by something much more intense and powerful. You could feel it approaching, your moans were becoming heavily difficult to hold back. Taehyung took it as his cue to speed up his pace.

His name, the only thing your mouth has managed to chant with every firm thrust he delivers. Once again, he latches his mouth onto the skin of your neck, taking in all of the audible evidences of your pleasure.

Recognizing the tightening of his muscles in his stomach, the knot building up at the pit of his stomach as your core grips him so deliciously tight, he couldn’t hold back a feral growl vibrating from chest.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He demands, giving you powerful impulses until your muscles clamp around him.

If not for his cotton shirt on, Taehyung knew there would be fresh cuts marking on his skin the way your fingers dig so deep on his shoulders as you brace yourself from the imminent end.

“There! Please, oh fuck!” You sob as you feel yourself convulse. Your body jerks forcefully as delightful cries fill the room following the intense surge of pleasure rippling through your lower region and into your body, sucking your energy into emptiness.

Even with you limping beneath his body, Taehyung relentlessly hammers into you both riding you out of your orgasm and to further push himself closer to the edge.

“Yes, fuck baby, so good, so tight. So beautiful… only mine.” Taehyung continues to splutter sweet nothings beside your ear with his hips ceaselessly ramming against yours.

You watch above as you Taehyung in dazed of the pleasure it gives him being inside you. Pride emanates from you at the thought of making him this vulnerable despite the power he holds on you. He loves your submission and the control he has over you, yet every time his orgasm hits him, all of it vanishes, indulging his pleasure with nothing but delicateness twinkling in his eyes. Just as now as he comes undone above you with unrestrained rumbles reverberating in his chest. He’s so lost and almost helpless.

His pounding becomes greedy and deeper as spurts of his thick liquid fill your walls, tearing another shudder through you when tingles began sparking in your veins. His prurient growls had stopped as he distracted himself instead through bruising a spot on your neck. Yet his movements didn’t cease, not until he made sure he had emptied his load inside you.

And as he carefully pulls himself out, you feel yourself dripping from your combined bodily fluids as it oozes out of you. When he finally calms down, he scoops your back in his arm and flipped your bodies with ease, placing you flushed on his side. Still fully clothed with your sticky body, you shift uncomfortably.

His arms enclose over your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him, tucking your head in the crook his neck. He kisses the side of your head. “Sweet dreams, baby.” He murmurs one last last time, smiling, loving the way you’re pliantly snugging in his side.

A sudden thought crosses his mind, but quickly pushes aside the thought of you suffering from a hangover the following morning while he lets himself relish the feel of you in his arm tonight.

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[magnoliabloomfield]

Garden of Heathen 19- Holding On

Aussie had gone into the special building near the maze door. It was the only building with a serious locking door. The thing looked like it came off a submarine. The building held the weirdest and the most vital things in the garden. For instance, the makers had sent them weapons, more than what you'd need for butchering, so those were stored in there. What else could they do with them? Also a box full of digital watches, athletic shoes out the wazoo, and the exact thing Aussie was looking for now, a tent. But they also kept the maze maps in there.

Moo found her in there and was excited to do his version of helping, which was 100% just getting in her way and licking her ankles. She loved it anyway. After locking up behind herself, ankles thoroughly cleaned as she stood still for so long, she turned and saw Gertie, followed by the unmistakably hulking shadow of Gally. She couldn't help the joyous leap her heart made before the vines of doubt constricted it again.

He might like Hedy in a special way, or any other girl there for that matter, and she had to be prepared for that. And she didn't want loyalty from him if it was begrudging, or out of guilt. She'd spent so much of herself the past few days fighting for his life, she might have lost sight of it being his life.

"Just accept what you can get, and say thank you," she muttered to herself before looking down at Moo, his big eyes shining up at her as he panted. "Right, Moo Moo?"

He whined at her in agreement.

She picked up the tent and made her way back to the doors, meeting up with the other two.

"I picked up a stray," Gertie said, jerking her thumb at Gally.

"So did I," Aussie nodded at Moo. "Well, it's a good thing, you two are smart enough to put this thing together. I couldn't do it to save my life."

"You think he's smart? Based on what evidence?" Gertie teased as she tossed her pillow and blanket by Aussie's.

"How about the fact he smuggled in a note?" Aussie reminded her.

"Yeah, I guess that's pretty good," Gertie shrugged.

Aussie began pulling the tent parts out of the carrying bag and laid them neatly in the grass. She had carefully packed it away since using it last. This had been her home after the house just reminded her of Mary and Mary's blood, and before they built her real house on the far side of the Garden.

"Did you bring a flashlight?" Gertie asked.

"No, I was trying to not get noticed," Aussie lightly laughed at her own foolishness.

"This will be impossible in the dark, I'm gonna go grab one," Gertie said as she began jogging back to camp.

Aussie was worried someone would see Gertie, watch her come back and see Gally with Aussie. Worse yet, that someone else might try to join them.

"Aussie?" Gally finally spoke up.

"Yeah?" She looked up at him with a friendly smile as Moo licked her chin.

"Is everything alright? Like, are we good?" He asked as he knelt down by her.

"Of course we are," she assured him, gently shoving Moo away from her face.

"You're not ...upset with me?" He asked somewhat timidly.

Her eyes snapped up to his, catching the worry on his face even in the dark.

"Gally," she said softly as she put her task aside and focused on him. "Why would I be upset with you?"

"About Thena?" He avoided her eyes suddenly.

She sighed. "But, I told you, I'm amazed you were so willing to try and help her after all she's put you through- that's incredible. But I am really, really glad I didn't lose you too... I'd never lie to you, Gally."

He didn't seem satisfied with this if his lip biting, darting eyes and flicking wrist were any clue. So Aussie just sat back on her heels and waited for what he'd say next.

"Then... why'd you pull away from me?" He asked, that same look of hurt crossing his face.

"Pull away?" Aussie repeated, hoping he'd clarify a little further.

"You didn't want me to touch you," he quickly supplied.

"Oh," Aussie said with a nod as she looked down at her lap. "That- that really is my fault for not being consistent. It's just that there's the rule we all made and some of the girls were giving me looks... I just didn't want to seem like I was breaking the rules too, like Thena did, or acting like I'm above them just because I'm 'in charge.'"

Aussie threw up air quotes and rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry about that," she apologized.

"So... you only did that because there were other girls around?" He asked.

She nodded, lips pressed in a thin, semi ashamed line.

"So when no one else is around.. does that mean we could... that-"

Aussie suddenly snorted as a grin split her lips. "What, you want to touch me?" She asked like it was up there on the list of most ridiculous things she'd ever heard.

She didn't get to see the blush that dusted his cheeks, or how his lips were forming the word yes, because right when Gally was getting brave, Gertie shined a flashlight right in Aussie's face. It illuminated the bruises on her face and neck that had seemed to disappear in the dark with Gally's inhibitions.

"God, Gertie," Aussie muttered as she shielded her eyes.

Then the thought crossed her mind that it might not be Gertie, she was getting paranoid these days. Luckily her first instinct was right, it was Gertie all by herself, armed with a flashlight, lantern, and snacks.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Gertie asked as she pointed her light at Gally, his sour expression reading a big fat 'Yes'. She snorted. "All right, let's get this thing up, I'm tired."

Gertie bundled the snacks in a blanket so Moo wouldn't eat them and still smirked to herself about that idiot, Gally. With minimal arguing and less pinched fingers than expected, the tent was up after about 20 minutes. Gertie grabbed her things and tucked herself in the left side of the tent. She was not getting between Aussie and Gally, she valued her life more than that. Aussie, however, was surprised that Gally was staying as he squeezed in next to her.

"You're staying?" She asked him as he settled down beside her, Moo coming in last and laying at her feet.

The lantern was dimmed but she could still clearly see the look he was giving her. Do you really have to ask that? it said.

"I'm not leaving you two alone right in front of the door with moms-" he started to say, but then he remembered. They were there because Thena was behind those doors, reminding Aussie of the monsters wouldn't make her feel any better. "Sorry. If anyone could make it through the night out there I'd put all my money on Thena."

"Mmm. And how much money is that?" Aussie gave him a sideways glance.

He smirked. "None that I know of," he chuckled. "Jeez, what do I have? My life? I guess."

"Who else do you think would make it out there? I'd say Joan is up there," Aussie continued, liking the distracting banter.

"Yep, I think she'd make it. Maybe that one girl... uh, the one on the counsel now, looks like she was pulled out from under a bridge somewhere.."

Aussie giggled, then that giggle built into a laugh, which grew till it was nearly a fit. Even Gertie was laughing. Gally smiled to himself, glad he managed to cause this even if he didn't understand why or how.

Aussie caught her breath, little laughs still petering out as she wiped tears from her cheeks, her fingers grazing the bandaid on her cheek.

"God, I needed that. Thank you, Gally," she said softly.

Gertie settled in to go to sleep after that, but Aussie sat up still, her eyes fixed on the doors in front of her. Gally stayed up too, reclined back on his palms.

"The note said we have to go," she said so quietly she sounded like a thought in his own head. "Do you think... do you think I'll make it?"

Gally sat up straight at that and gave her intense and furrowed brows. "Yes, I know you will," he told her seriously, as if willing it to be true. "I'm going to make sure of it."

Aussie held his gaze for longer than usual in silence. She wanted to believe him- no, scratch that, she did believe him. She had no doubt that he would fulfill anything he said. Then her eyes strayed down to his mouth, those full lips dusted with freckles like sugar. A wave of heat traveled up her body and burst on her face like a firework, she quickly looked away.

"You didn't bring a pillow," she pointed out in a whisper.

He shook his head, not sure what else to say or do. He felt it even stronger than before, that magnetic pull to her. It felt like he might lose his mind if he didn't kiss her right then. Obviously there was something big his head was missing but his heart never forgot. The only thing that wasn't obvious was if Aussie felt it too.

"We can share mine," she suggested.

"Ok," he would have agreed to anything she said. She set it between them and spread her blanket over her legs and then his as well.

Moo stood up, knowing it was about time to snuggle and sleep. Aussie took her hair down, the bun cascading down in soft waves.

"Goodnight, Gally," she smiled before laying down on her right side, her back to him. She flipped her hair over the pillow to keep it out of the way, and Moo snuggled into her like a little spoon.

Gally's eyes were locked on her neck, the bruises wrapping all the way to the back of it. That girl had a neck like a soda can, he knew he could never lay his hands on it again as long as he lived.

He laid down on his half of the pillow, an ache in his chest that she was right beside him but he couldn't put his arms around her. Sleep would not come easy to him that night, but it visited Aussie relatively quickly because she'd worn herself out that day.

When her breathing became steady and he was sure she was asleep, he reached for a lock of her hair. It was very fine and silky soft. It smelled like lavender as he twirled it with his fingers. He did that till he fell asleep, falling into a dream of remembering.

He was on a rooftop covered with raised beds of plants and small trees. The sky was a mesmerizing palette of blues spattered with the brightest stars. He came around a corner and there she was, Aussie, facing the moon as if it had engaged her in conversation. He stood there, just watching her, contentment and longing battling for dominance within him.

Then the stars seemed to fall from the sky, slowly, coming down and floating around her. Fireflies, somehow he knew that's what they were. They lit up the roof top and Aussie followed them with a big smile and wide eyes, as if seeing them for the first time. Her eyes finally landed on him and her smile managed to get bigger. He didn't think that was possible.

"It's you," she breathed as she stopped right in front of him. "You know, you're not working right now, you can take that off."

Somehow he knows he's wearing something over his face, that she hasn't seen him yet but still she knows him. He feels hesitant to take it off, like she might be disappointed by what she sees. Still, he decides to take it off anyway. As he lifts it off, a part of it blocks his vision. Once it's past.... The fire flies and the stars and the moon and Aussie.... are gone.

Gally jolted awake, a sick feeling in his gut. He looked beside him, Aussie laying there, facing him now. Was she really there? He reached out and gently touched her cheek with his finger tips, a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding escaped in a sigh.

"Shhh," Aussie hushed as she moved closer to him. "It's ok Moo."

She slipped her hand over his side and rubbed his back a few times as she buried her face in his chest, giving him a squeeze.

"It's ok," she slurred again before falling right back to sleep.

She had confused him with the dog, but he didn't care. He wanted to cry in relief as he carefully put his arm around her and buried his face in her hair.

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