#but like it sucks when you plan a nice outfit or get excited about an outfit

[chxrryrose]

i hate clothes shopping

[dilfl0v3rss]

gon start this mf off right!

drunk delusions 🔄

everybody knew that when it came to going out ony wasn’t the type. he enjoyed chilling at home or occasionally going to a party to chop it up and smoke with his friends, but as far as going to the club weeks after his birthday for a “belated birthday bash” ony didn’t care for it. nonetheless, the poor man was dragged out of the house by his friends and pushed out by his girlfriend.

you loved your man with your whole heart, but when you saw how excited connie and eren were when they told you their plans you couldn’t help but join in and help them get your homebody boyfriend out the house.

“please ma don’t let these niggas do this t’me” ony groaned, the outfit you picked sat handsomely on his body as he stood in front of you on the couch. you looked up from your phone, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you took in the pouty look your boyfriend carried. “they treating you to a night out papa, be nice”. ony sucked his teeth, pulling you up from the couch so he could stand with his arms around your waist. you instinctively wrapped yours around his neck, letting him rest his chin on your shoulder as he mumbled to you. “ion wanna be nice, i wanna stay wit my baby”

the sound of a roaring engine followed by many beeps of the horn took both of your attention. a smile growing on your face as a loud groan left ony’s throat. “time t’go!” you squealed, removing his hands from your waist before you wrapped a small hand around his wrist and walked him towards the door. as you opened it the sound of the car grew louder and clearer, ony’s annoyance only growing as he looked at his ignorant friends in the car. eren was in the drivers seat, the passenger door wide open for your boyfriend to enter as yelena stood outside the car. before either of you could speak your attention was snatched by the sight of connie popping out the sunroof, two bottles already in his hands as he rapped along to hellcats & trackhawks by lil durk. “i take ha ass off, gimme dem tiddies back bitchhhh! let em loose manita i got ten blunts rolled and enough liquor to flood a house. we goin crazy t’nightttt!”

ony instantly looked towards you, silently begging you to let him stay but you only replied with a happy smile. “have fun!”

what ony expected was to be in some lowkey club, probably sitting at the bar by himself while his friends got drunk off their asses and forgot all about him, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. as soon as they got there connie let ony know that he cannot leave the bar until he finished each of the shots his friends bought him. yelena buying him two shots of tito’s while eren bought a shot each of espolòn and lunazul. connie did the same, smirking as he watched his best friend down the different drinks before dragging him towards the booth he paid for.

“sit down and drink up!” yelena yelled, lightly pushing her friend towards the booth where many other bottles of alcohol as well a bunch of wrapped gifts sat. ony’s eyes widened at the sight in front of him, hidden happiness bubbling in his stomach as a small smirk spread towards his lips. “y’all gon have me crawling outta here”

and they nearly did. all it took was a couple hours and your usual lowkey, mean-faced boyfriend was outside with his friends surrounding him, his head spinning as he leaned on the wall for support.

“ony m’not finna call her for some bs like that” eren said, his eyes low and red from the many blunts they smoked as he gave his friend a lazy expression. ony didn’t pay his words any mind, repeatedly patting his pockets in search for his phone as he mumbled to himself. “ima call her then. niggas think i’m pussy so ima have t’handle my business” connie laughed at the sight of his friend, all a guy did was bump into him without saying anything. if the regular ony was here he probably wouldn’t even have cared, but the regular ony wasn’t here. the man before him tonight was the same guy that connie remembered going to middle school and starting high school with. the hotheaded guy that had no problem beating someone up for something as simple as brushing shoulders with him without an apology. “i got your phone right here” connie mumbled, ignoring the warning looks his other friends gave him as he watched his friend look for your contact name.

you were resting comfortably on the couch face deep in your favorite book. your cami top riding up your stomach as you reached for your wine on the table. before your fingers could meet the glass the sound of your ringtone took your attention. your eyes widened at the sight of your boyfriends contact photo. “hope he alright” you mumbled as you answered the call. “hello?” a relaxed sigh left his lips at the sound of your pretty voice reaching his ears. “mama? s’this you?” a small smirk made its way to your lips as the sound of his deep, slurred speech, you could tell he was absolutely fucked up. “s’me papa, you okay?” ony shook his head, moving off the wall as an upset look grew on his face. “m’not okay…not okay at all princess. smbody gotta get fucked up n i need ya t’come ova hurr wit my gun”

a loud chuckle escaped your lips at his words, your body already moving towards your room so you can grab your keys and one of ony's hoodies. connie’s voice began to come through the phone, his words also a little slurred since he was drinking too. “hey sis, call sasha t’come bring mine too, he not fightin alone” you rolled your eyes at the sound of your friends voice. connie was nearly just as fucked up as your boyfriend. “yea con i’ll call her”

on the way to the club you picked up sasha so she could drive connie and the rest of your friends home while you got ony since they lived closer to her than to you. as the two of you approached the club you were almost immediately met with the sight of your friends surrounding ony at the wall. “alright yall let’s go!” sasha yelled, an attitude rushing through her body as she stood in her tank top and pajama pants. connie turned around at the sound of her voice, a dopey smile crawling on his face as he looked her up and down. “hi mami, i missed you so muchhhh” as he spoke, his hands moved closer and closer to her waist, but sasha quickly slapped them away. pointing to the car for him and his friends to enter. “get in the car so i can get y’all home and go the fuck t’bed”

as the three of them began to follow her to the car you made your way to your handsome boyfriend leaning on the wall. “ready t’go pa? you had fun?” at the sound of your voice ony lifted his head, but his expression quickly went from excited to confused as he got a look at who was talking. “who you? where my girl at?” now you knew you looked at little different from usual, your naturally curly hair pressed to perfection in a messy ponytail, your glasses sitting nicely on your nose, ony's hoodie zipped just below where your cami top ended. stoping just above your stomach so your piercing showed and your short shorts that you liked to wear to sleep. you were completely ready for bed, but it’s not like this was new to your boyfriend so why didn’t he notice you?

“s’me baby, here to take you home” you said, moving your hand towards his wrist so you can lightly grab him. ony saw this and moved immediately, shaking his head as he looked around you as if someone were watching. “miss you gotta get back. my girl crazy furreal nd ion want her t’knock you out” you had to cover your mouth with your hand at this, a giggle trying to force it’s way out as you looked at the fear and confusion on your drunk boyfriend's face. even though you were a little tired you couldn’t help but feed into his delusions right now, a smirk on your face as you took advantage of his current state. “she told me t’come get you papa, didn’t want you attacking an uber driver” you spoke in a sultry tone, your glossy lips taking his attention as he licked at his brown ones. ony stared down at you with low, glossy eyes, shaking his head slightly as he spoke. “nah she wouldn’t do that, lemme call her and check”

as you thought your fun was coming to an end, you began to move towards the man to take a peak at his phone. the screen on your contact before he clicked call and put it to his ear. “can you back up some? ion want her to pull up and see you all in my face like this” as ony spoke you could see the growing irritation in his eyes, his head slightly shaking as he looked down at the ground. he completely missed the part where you lifted the phone in your hand and answered the call, moving away like he said as you pulled your hood over your head. when gave him a small “hello?” ony’s face lit up, the sound of your voice making a smile bloom on his face as he spoke to the woman he’s longing to see. “mama? baby where r'you?” the slight slur of his speech made a smile appear on your face. “coming, why?” ony wasted no time ratting you out to yourself, his eyes briefly scanning you before going back towards the ground.

“this girl tryna get me in the car wit her, sayin sum bout you sending her t’get me. she keep calling me papa n shit too like im her nigga or sum, but im YOUR nigga and i know you wouldn’t send no girl ion know t’come pick me up." your smile grew at his words, a giggle almost sneaking past your lips as you turned around to see his eyes still trained on the ground. "what she look like baby?" you listened to the groan your man let out in the receiver, your back still turned to him you heard him suck his teeth. "ion wanna be starin at her ma, i only stare at you" a small whine left his lips as he spoke, his softer side slowing sneaking to the surface as he listened to your pretty voice come through his phone.

"its okay baby, i need you to look so i can talk to her when i get there, kay?" ony nodded his head, phone still at his ear as he lifted his head and studied the woman in front of him. "aight, she got on a lil white shirt under a grey hoodie n some shorts" he said quickly before turning back towards the ground. you rolled your eyes at this, his loyalty to you never faltering even in his crossfaded state. "what else baby? what she look like?" a loud groan left his lips at your persistence. 'should've just got in the car wit sasha' he thought as he looked back up at you. this time you were facing him. too intoxicated to register the phone at your ear, he looked you over a second time.

"damn" he mumbled at the sight of your pretty face, the diamond stud on your nose shining a little from the streetlight as you pulled your hood down and gave him a kind smile. "sh-she got the same piercings you got, got sum tattoos on her stomach and arms too. her hair up in a ponytail and she got glasses on." as he stared you down, ony couldn't help the twitching going on in his pants. his body betraying him as he took in each go your pretty features. "i can't look at her no more mama she keep lookin at me. can you hurry fore she get me?" you sighed as you watched him return his gaze to the ground, deciding that your poor boyfriend has had enough of your games. "kk im on the way"

you hung up the phone before ony could reply, moving towards him on the wall. "what she say?" he didn't move an inch as he replied, knowing that the sight of you would make him fold. "said she on the way to talk t'you" as he looked at the ground ony couldn't help but notice the anklet you had on your left foot. it looked wildly identical to the one he bought you. the gold complimenting your brown skin perfectly as the diamond plated "o" sat perfectly in the middle. "the fuck you get that?" he mumbled, but since you were so close you heard him. a smile crept on your lips as you lifted his head towards you. "my man bought it f'me and if he gets it together and lets me take him home he might be able to see it dangling by his face soon."

ony's eyes widened in realization, everything becoming much clearer to him now that you were so close. in no time he was on you, attacking your face with kisses as his hands quickly found a home on top of your ass. "easy big boy, if you keep leaning on me like that we both gon fall." he mumbled a small "srry" as he moved back from you a little. "m'fucked up mama you gotta get m'outta here." the two of you laughed as you led him to the car, your fingers intwined as he shuffled his feet behind you. ony couldn't help but admire the way your ass moved in your shorts, the thick, fuzzy fabric moving fluently as he followed each jiggle with low eyes. once again his body reacted to you, but this time his gaze didn't move. ony only licked his lips, stopping in his tracks as he pulled you back towards him.

"cmon papa we gotta goooo" you whined, your tired state making your eyes lower and your voice soften as you looked up at him with confusion written on your face. ony ignored this, sliding his wide hands back on the curve of your ass, this time squeezing it through the soft fabric of your shorts. "y'gon gimme some when we get back?" as he spoke you could feel him hardening through his black jeans, the fabric doing almost nothing to conceal his large print from the world. a small smirk was dancing on his lips, the gold grills on his canines peaking at you as he licked at his bottom lip. you couldn't stop your arousal from growing, his body having the same affect on you as you felt butterflies grow in your stomach. "if you be a good boy in the car i might be able to work sum out"

ony's eyes widened in excitement at the thought of getting what he wanted, his hands tightening on your ass as he leaned down to leave a sloppy kiss on your lips. regardless of the state he's in ony always found a way to kiss you in just the way that'll have you bending to his will. your thighs rubbed together as you tried to keep your horniness at bay. before you could deepen the kiss further he moved his face back from you. his sly smirk never leaving him as he finally let go of you. "m'always a good boy when it come to making my girl nut on this di-" your hand instantly covered his mouth, not letting any more dirty words fall as you cut him off. "boy you better watch your mouth, we still in public." you could tell he was smiling just by the look in his eyes, a smile also sneaking past your lips as you let him go and opened the passenger door for him. "cmon birthday boy, lemme get you home."

finally, he listened to you. his much larger figure moving towards the door before he made himself comfortable in the passenger seat. there was nothing but your later activities on his mind as he let you close his door with a dazed grin on his face. you rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath before making your way to the other side of the car. as you entered you noticed your boyfriend already knocked out in his seat, his lips upturned in a small smile as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. you couldn't stop yourself from snapping a few pictures before starting the car, giggling to yourself as you began your journey back home.

"somebody can't hold their liquor"

[xcixmoon]

"you're mine and only mine, understood?" ࿐ ˊˎ-

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

reminder, most of my stories are 18+ - keep in mind when reading.

note: im utterly in love with this man and down terribly for him.

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ; simon riley x reader ; simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader ; jealous!ghost x reader ; ghost x reader ; possesive!ghost x reader.

characters mentioned: simon 'ghost riley, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick

warnings: smut, smut, smut, strong language and alcohol consumption.

THIS A 18+ BLOG, IF I SOMEHOW FIND OUT UR A MINOR INTERACTING W MY PAGE - I WILL BLOCK.

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after a long day of planning, the group agreed to out for drinks in order to let loose before wheels up in a couple of days. soap and gaz were excited as they kept saying drinks were on them and to not worry about paying.

you were in your room before the night began, trying to plan your outfit for the night. you heard a light knock on your door, "come in!" you told them.

you looked over to see ghost walking, "Simon," a smile appeared on your face.

"hey, love," he responded.

love.

you loved the nickname coming from him.

you were never the girl to care about nicknames in fact your sort of preferred to not have them in a relationship but my god does his accent make everything better.

you noticed he wasn't dressed in civvy clothes, "why aren't you dressed for tonight?" you asked him.

ghost was sitting on the edge of your bed, "I rather not go out tonight, just going to stay in with price to talk about what's upcomin'."

you rolled your eyes at him, "come on... come out with soap, gaz and I. it'll be fun." you looked at him.

"you know I prefer to stay in if I could." he responded. you walked over to ghost and sat on his lap.

"you don't wanna have fun with me?" you jokingly asked. ghosts hands slid down to rest at your hips, "I know other ways we could have fun, love." he told you.

butterflies fluttered within you, you began to slowly grind against him. a little moan escaped your lips when you began to speak, "we can have some fun right now," you lightly pushed simon down to lay on your bed, "but only if you agree to go out with me tonight."

"you really goin' to do this?" he asked you.

you nodded as you bit down on your lip whistle still moving your hips against ghosts lap. "please?" you asked nicely.

"fuckin' hell, how could I ever say no to that?" ghost grunted.

you giggled with excitement when he agreed, you began to take off your shirt to reveal your breast.

"did you plan this out?" ghost asked you as he sat up to start kissing you all over.

another thing to add to the list of things you love is that ghost practically worshipped your body. he was never the type to just dive into sex without showing you how much he loved all of you.

he wanted all of you to show how much he loves every bit.

you couldnt respond as he started kissing you and slowly moved to your neck. you loved having your neck kissed especially when he had one hand playing with one of your nipples. "fuck," you breathed out.

ghost took that as que to work his way down to your breast, his tongue working your nipple as he cupped it and began sucking. he nibbled on it slightly because he knew you loved it.

"simon..." you moaned in his ear.

"I love when you say my name like that love, do you like what I'm doing to you?" he asked cockily. of course he knew that you loved it but he also loved hearing you struggle with your words.

you nodded eagerly, "mhmm," was all you managed to get out.

ghost stopped kissing your body, "use your words, baby." he said.

you were upset that he stopped kissing you all over, "yes, I do. please, don't stop." you begged him.

a cocky, smug smile appeared on his face once you begged for me. ghost began again working his way from top to bottom, "for a second, I thought you were the one in charge tonight."

"shut up." you told him.

you wanted to be in charge but every time you easily melted under his touch.

it was rare that you were able to have full control. every once in a while ghost would encourage you to try to take the reigns for the night but you loved being worshipped by the man you love most that you just want him to do it.

ghost never complained.

he liked seeing you try to be the boss and found it cute when you would ask him to praise you instead.

“take your shirt off,” you told him. ghost did as you told to reveal his body. hes well in shape, you found his body beautiful with his scars that spread across his body. each time you traced your fingers on the scars, not to make ghost more aware of them but show him how much you loved him and them.

you began kissing each scar - his breath hitching with each kiss, getting lower to reach the top of his pants. You started unbuttoning his pants as ghost sat back and watched you.

You can see how hard he is under his briefs, “I wanna make you cum in my mouth first.”

Ghost threw his head back at your words, “first?” he asked you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “We’ll be a little late, it’s okay.” you laughed.

you began removing his briefs and to reveal his hard cock. simon was above average in length, it wasn’t really surprising with how he was built and how he carried himself.

“Fuckin’ hell love, just suck it already.” simon pleaded. he was impatient and it amused you, instead of sucking him like he asked, you began stroking him.

simons hips bucked as your hands made contact, you looked up at him and seen him staring at you - watching every move. you flicked your tongue on the tip, the most sensitive part. “do you like when I do this?” you asked him as you began sucking him off.

“I love it, you look so beautiful taking me.” simon let out a moan as he felt the back of your throat. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his beautiful girl was able to take all of him and he loved the sight of it, “that’s my girl.” he praised you.

“how am I already so fuckin close already? You just started.” simon cursed at himself, “I want to feel you, love.”

you stopped yourself, “you wanna fuck me?” You teasingly asked him.

simon grabbed you and laid you down on the bed. He removed your pants, “I want all of you.” He reminded you.

a smile spread on your face at his words, his head disappeared to between your thighs. he started kissing each leg slowly as he made his way to your wet clit.

“youre so fucking wet from just sucking me off,” he told you. ghosts fingers found their way to your clit, he began rubbing it slowly.

a slightly loud moan left your lips.

“that’s a good girl,” he said, “you’re so fucking pretty when you’re under me.” simon watched you for a bit as you squirmed under his touch before his tongue eventually replaced his fingers.

“dont stop,” you moaned as you grabbed a handful of his hair, you pulled him closer so he knew to keep going.

“you taste as good as always sweetheart, you want to taste yourself?” he asked as he brought his fingers up.

you didn’t answer before you began sucking on his fingers, “that’s my pretty girl… you taste good, don’t you?”

you nodded at his words, “please make me cum.” you asked.

simon returned to rubbing your clit, “im gonna put it in, alright?” he let you know ahead of time. you’ve been with simon for a while and knew how he felt every single time but needed to prepared yourself as he was bigger than average.

simon grabbed one of your hands and rubbed his thumb softly across before letting his other hand guide the way into you.

“ah!” you lightly yelped, “fuck.”

simon stopped and looked at you, “let me know when to stop baby.” he reassured you.

“keep going, it feels good.” you told him, you loved the way you felt around him no matter if there was a slight bit of pain in the start.

he always let you know if you needed to speak up or if he was hurting you then to let him know. he had no problem taking his time with making you feel good. he was the best lover you ever had.

simon slowly slid all the way in, “you’re so fucking tight sweetheart, holy shit.” he cursed.

all you could do was moan in response as he started fucking you and rubbing your clit at the same time. this man knew you so well that it always blew your mind.

“fuck, simon. that feels-“ you tried to speak but couldn’t finish as a moan escape your mouth instead of words.

“can’t finish your words?” he asked amused.

you nodded your head no at him and focused on the pleasure he was giving you. simon began kissing you while still fucking you and rubbing your clit.

yours and simons body both glistened with sweat as you both move in sync with each other. your moans filled the room, the sound he loves most coming out of you.

“I’m so close baby, fuckin’ hell.” simon breathed into your ear. he was never the type to moan, he was more of a grunting type but a few moans were able to escape his lips once in a while.

you grabbed simons face, “cum in me,” you told him. both faces filled with sweat as he kept fucking you and looking into your eyes.

“are you sure?” he finally asked, “don’t play with me.” you continued to look at your lover in the eyes and repeated your words, “cum in me baby. I want all of you.”

You let out a loud moan as simon listened to your words, he kept looking in your eyes before finally closing them tightly as he did the final hip buck as he pumped you full of his thick cum.

you came all over his cock just as he came in you.

“christ,” simon panted. “how does it get better every time?”

you kissed Simon on the lips and both agreed to freshen to to meet with gaz and soap seeing as how you were both late.

“I’ll wait out your door,” he told you before kissing you once more. “I love you.”

you kiss him a little longer, “I love you more.” you told him.

you quickly dress up in something simple, you knew if you took too long Simon would try to use that as an excuse to stay in.

you threw on a few jewelry pieces before throwing on a leather jacket that simon gifted you awhile back. you took a quick look in the mirror and notice someone left a gift on your collarbone.

you shook your head with a smile and met with simon outside.

“do you think people will notice this?” you asked him, showing your new mark.

simon smiled, “no.” He cleared his throat. “soap keeps callin’ so let’s hurry up.”

simons hand found it’s way to the small of your back to lead you to the car. you felt your face grow slightly red at the gesture.

ghost was never the one to show pda and this one of his simple ways of showing it when you both were out. He was a total different person out in public compared to when it’s just you both in a room.

it was never a bad thing and it never bothered you because he never ever neglected you just because he preferred to keep you both private. He had little gestures to let you know he loves you when you’re with others.

it could be the small glances, your secret signal when others were around or when he would take the time to whisper something in your ear so others couldn’t hear.

ghosts hand rested on your thigh as he drove you both to where gaz and soap were last at. you noticed that the bar was quite busy as there was a line outside forming to get in.

“let me call soap,” ghost told you.

“yeah, im here but there’s a line outside. I don’t feel like waitin’ Johnny.” He told mactavish that was on the line.

“yeah,” he looked over to you, “y/n is with me.”

you could hear the already drunk Scottish yell in the phone as ghost slightly pulled it away from his ear. “hurry up or we’re leavin’.”

ghost got out of the car and opened the door for you, “thank you baby,” you stole a quick kiss from him. you noticed he started to blush at the gesture and couldn’t help but find amusement in it.

“riley’s!!!” soap joked as he yelled towards you both as you were walking up, “shut up.” you punched him softly in the stomach.

“uncalled for.” ghost to soap said as he followed.

you went over to greet gaz as you spotted him at a table filled with glasses. “Is this all mactavishs’ doing?” you asked gaz.

“of course.” he chuckled - you gave him a hug before noticing some other friends behind. you looked at Simon, “im gonna go say hi.” as you gestured towards the girls. you tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt and he nodded.

“i’ll be here.” as he took a seat with gaz and soap.

ghost noticed the other men looking at you. he knew you never paid attention to any of them but couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy hit him.

soap snapped him out of his thoughts when he came back with drinks, “im not drinkin’ tonight.” ghost told them.

Soap looked at him in disappointment, “sorry johnny, got y/n with me.”

The drunk Scottish rolled his eyes, “more for gaz and I.” he laughed.

ghost kept an eye on you every once in a while. He just wanted to make sure you were safe and no one attempted to touch you while you were talking with your friends.

he knew you sure as hell could take care of yourself but he wanted you to enjoy your night as you were chatting with friends. you would often catch him looking at you and give him your signal for ‘I love you’.

he would return the signal and let you get back to your conversation.

as you continued your conversations, you noticed the time, it was getting late and didn’t want to keep simon out later than what he wanted. he isn't an extrovert and you knew he was possibly running out of his social battery.

you had a few drinks and felt a bit tipsy but also felt ready to go back to base. “It was great catching up with you guys, think ima head back to base.” you told your friends.

you walked over to the table where simon, gaz, and soap still sat. soap was slurring his words worse than before and gaz was having a laugh out of it. you walked over to Simon and could tell he was ready, “Im gonna go to the bathroom then we could head back?”

“whenever you’re ready.” he said as he rubbed your thigh under the table, a simple gesture to let you know to take your time.

“you boys better call it a night too,” you laughed at gaz and soap. “it’s past your bedtime.”

you heard mactavish talk loudly as you made your way to the bathroom, “did she just mom us???” he asked.

“she did mate and she’s not wrong.” gaz told him.

you freshened up in the bathroom quickly to hopefully to try to get rid of the tipsy in you but only with slight luck of doing so. as you walked out the door you walked into a tall figure, “sorry!” You asked.

the tall man turned around with a smile on his face, “no worries.” before you could make your way around him he walked in front of you again.

“oops, sorry again…” you told him.

The man didn’t move.

you rolled your eyes at him, as you made the attempt leave again, he spoke, “hey, aren’t you y/n l/n?” he asked.

you shook your head no, “sorry, wrong person.” you quickly told him. "i'm headed out for the night so if you dont mind..." you tried to push him to the side.

"no, you're definitely her. ive seen you on base before." the man said.

a fake smile spread across your face, "well nice to meet you and goodnight." you finally made your way passed him but he grabbed you by the wrist - pulling you back towards him.

you were unreasonably close to him, your back against his chest. he reeked of alcohol.

oh god.

"let go of me," you said.

"im just trying to ge-"

before the man can continue to finish his sentence, you dug the back of your shoe into his and elbowed him in the nose when he bent down in pain.

"don't touch a woman when shes not interested." you warned him.

"you bitch!" he yelled as blood came out of his nose.

the whole bar was looking at your direction, you felt a presence behind you soon after. "the hell is goin' on here?" ghost asked.

"this prick wouldn't let me leave the door way." you told him.

you noticed ghost tense up, his hand formed a fist - you quickly turned around to make ghost bring his attention towards you. your hands rested on his face and you lowered his gaze towards you and he softened his look on you, "lets just leave." you told him.

you heard the man yell more as he was being thrown out but you were hand in hand with simon to try to quickly leave. gaz and soap were too wasted to drive themselves so they hitched a ride.

the tension in the car was suffocating.

"you guys held hands in public." soap spoke.

"shut it johnny." ghost warned.

you looked in the rear view mirror as soap threw his hands in defeat, "i was just sayin'..."

you couldn't help but smile at his silliness.

once you reached base gaz took soap immediately to the bathroom as he was on the verge of throwing up. you looked at ghost and could see he was still tense.

"come on," you took his hand and you both walked into his room.

you closed the door and turned around to meet ghosts lips once more.

"i love you," he said - "you're mine and only mine, understood?" he asked.

"are you mad?" you asked him.

ghost stopped kissing you to look at you, "im mad but not at you. im mad that people think they have the right to touch you when they're not me."

you pulled him in again for more kisses as those words left his lips, "i always feel jealous when people look at you." he spoke as he trailed down your neck - "i dont blame them but you're mine."

"im only yours, simon." you reassured him.

"does it bother you that i dont kiss you in public?" he finally asked, ghost stepped away from you and moved to the other side of the room. "im not exactly prince charming..." he trailed off.

you walked over to him, "no, because i know you love me and the little gestures we do make it even better. its like we have our language." you laughed as you hugged him from behind.

you felt his hands touch yours, "you are the love of my life, simon riley." you reminded him.

he turned to face you again, he picked you up - you wrapped your legs around him as you were finally eye level with him. "im a lucky man to have you." he said before kissing you.

he kissed you eagerly, with each kiss it was a step towards his bed.

you felt your back meet the bed as simon was still kissing you, "i want all of you again."

"i want you forever and always." you told him.

simon took off your jacket and shirt to reveal your lace bra, "is this new?" he asked as he was raising a brow.

you smiled, "just for you."

"matching?" he asked another.

"possibly, i guess you gotta reach the final destination to find out." you teased him.

simon returned to kissing you once more, taking his time as he reached to your breasts. your nipples harden as his tongue played with them over the lace.

he was teasing you.

"take it off..." you whined.

simon smiled as you did so, "was this expensive?"

"yes but i just want it off, please." you begged him.

simon pulled a pocket knife from his pants and put the blade on the center of the lace bra. your breasts spilling out of the newly cut bra. "so fuckin' perfect." he said before continuing his focus on your nipples.

you and simon have done knife play in the bedroom before but hes never used it to cut your bra off and its been a while since you've included it in the bedroom.

you felt more aroused at his actions, you tried to remove your pants along with simons but he stopped you, "are you the boss tonight?" he asked.

you didnt respond as you positioned yourself on top of simon, straddling him.

"im the boss because im desperate for you right now." you told him, an amused look spread across his face as he watched you remove the remaining of your clothing and his.

he looked at you with such awe as he watched you please yourself on him, slowly grinding against him to get your pussy more wet before beginning to ride him. his tip perfectly rubbed against your clit and you moved your hips against him.

"oh fuck," simon cursed.

you were a pretty sight to see as you threw your head back and your perfect moans filled his ears, you put some spit on the tip of his cock before slowly entering it within you.

"be careful, love." he told you, his hands rested at your hips to help you ease on him. you were unbelievably wet from teasing yourself on him and he knew that. "shit, shit, shit..." simon cursed.

you were able to finally sit perfectly on him and began riding at a steady pace.

simon had one arm resting behind his head with the other on your thigh as he just watched you please yourself on him, "you're doing so fucking good, my pretty girl." he praised.

this drove you wild as you began to quicken the pace, "dont rush it baby, im here all night for you." he reminded you. your pussy was throbbing from the pleasure you were giving yourself from simons cock, "tell me how much you love it."

all the words just evaporated from your brain to even try to explain how much you loved feeling him within you. you were fucking yourself dumb on his cock while he just watched in pleasure.

"mh- i dont ever want to stop." you managed to finally say.

"then dont stop baby, keep going until you cant." he said. his thumb found it way to your clit. you positioned yourself slightly back to let him play with it more as you continued to fuck yourself on him.

simon moved his thumb slowly and would randomly quicken the pace, he did the opposite of how you were moving. you've never experienced this amount of pleasure as you never often rode simon.

"fuck," you moaned loudly, "dont stop. im so fucking close simon!" you yelled.

simon moved positions to allow himself to finish the work of your doing to also give you a break. he didnt stop the pace you were moving at. your back pressed against the bed as simon was now towering over you.

"you did so good fuckin' yourself on me, love" he praised you, "im so proud of you." he kissed you.

the sound of your two bodies connecting filled the room, you both were so lucky that there were no other rooms near you. that luckily no one care hear you.

"am i cummin' in you?" simon asked.

you nodded eagerly as he continued to pound into you, "fuck, yes simon." you yelled. you felt him slow his pace, his thick cum spilling out of you.

there was so much of it.

"fuckin' love you" simon said as he finished.

you felt lightheaded from the high you both rode out. "i love you more."

simon grabbed a towel and some clothes for you, "let me clean you up, love."

you smiled at him as he did so, "lets get some rest?" he kissed your lips.

your eyes felt heavy, you felt him cover you up with his bed sheets before you fell asleep to leave simon smiling at you.

[favslarue]

Bakugo NSFW inspired by Never Lose Me - Flo Milli

Wanings: Rough sex, erotic dancer, dirty talk, humiliation kink, light spanking, coming inside. porn with feelings.

My first EVER fic. English is not my first language, 100% accept advices and correction in the grammar and vocabulary, but please be nice. 🥹

Don’t know how to make the introduction cute, new on tumblr 😭

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You never have felt so hot than you feel right now, you took some classes before, but you never felt this adrenaline while pole dancing, especially because you never danced with this type of clothes, never had a crowd of men mesmerized by you, and most important, never had him staring at you that way.

You are wearing the most revealing outfit you’ve ever worn in your life, a blood red push up bra, and the tiniest lace shorts of the same color, a fishnet stocking that suits your skin color, making your thighs shine, and a high black plataform. A red mask covering your eyes and nose, leaving only your lips showing, with a lipstick as red as his carmine eyes. Your curly hair is completely matted from the sweat and movements, you knew how hard it would be to untangle it later. But for some reason, that just complemented the whole look, giving you such a feline look.

He was looking in your direction, with a look that would make anyone shiver. It seemed like anger, but he was licking and biting his lips like he was thirsty, like he was hungry, for something, for someone.

You thought that maybe the villain was close to you, maybe they were in that crowd that was throwing money at you.

You were on mission, it just didn’t make sense that the others were searching for a terrible villain, involved with illegal prostitution, and he was just standing there, like your fucking bodyguard. He probably had a plan.

Everyone would joke that you are his crush, cause you’re only one that haven’t got a rude nickname. And you’ve always answered that, he probably didn’t noticed you yet to create a name for you.

These thoughts were immediately vanished from your head, as the song that you been obsessing over for weeks starts playing: Never Lose Me - Flo Mili. In this moment you just get so excited, you just let the rhythm control your body on that pole, as you mouth the song without even noticing it.

“Never had a bitch like me in your life

And you ain't never had a bitch like me in your life, uh

Never had a bitch like me in your life”

You don’t even notice those perverts under you freaking the fuck out at this new interaction

You weren’t even thinking straight, maybe your body thought this was another wet dream your had about performing like this to Bakugo.

“Tell me you don't never wanna lose me (lose me)

Tell me you don't never-”

You searched for his eyes on the club, and once you found it, it mesmerized you, you clearly wasn’t being yourself, maybe it was the mask that gave you the confidence - and the stupidity - to just stare at him while erotically dancing and singing softly

“When I suck it, I look in your eyes (yeah)

You better fuck me like you mean it (fuck me like you mean it)”

That moment, you noticed his expression shift, from a angered look to a eyebrow raise and a smug grin. You thought you were delusional.

“Doin' good, bitch, I'm gucci (bitch, I'm gucci)

When we fuckin', it feel like a movie (it feel like a movie)”

As the music stoped you go back to reality, noticing what you did, but you didn’t even had time to process everything. Someone grabbed you by your wrists, and drag you out of that stage and pole, it was Mina. They got him.

The cops are outside and the villain is cuffed, and three of his men are in the same situation. You been shoved into the teams car, Bakugo sits on the drivers seat, and Kirishima on the passenger’s seat. you, Mina and Deku, behind. She covers you with a coat, you totally forgot you were seminude.

- Oh my god. I can’t believe your distraction worked so well Y/N, that asshole watched you the whole night. Good is that Katsuki was searching that area, he catched the villain! - Says Mina excited and nervous - The other three were just around the club giving the poor girls orders.

That moment you realize that Bakugo wasn’t watching you, he was actually watching one of your watchers. Your eyes widen and your cheeks redden.

You look into the car mirror, he was looking at you, with one of his eyebrows raised, almost laughing at your face. You wanted to die.

The whole ride you were quiet, unless if asked something

- Where did you learn all of that? You were SO hot on that stage - Mina shouts, making your face even redder

- Hm. i just took some classes for fun, you know? Never thought i was going to actually use it. - You say staring your hands, to embarrassed to look up and meet his eyes again, which were shifting between you and the road.

You got to the UA accommodations, your coat was long enough to cover your thighs, or else your classmates waiting on you team would see you semi naked

They tried to make conversation, Bakugo didn’t even paid attention and just went to the rooms. You did your best to be polite enough when leaving too. Walking towards the rooms, you saw him at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall next to your door. Your stomach dropped.

You just wanted to turn around and go back to the living room. But you kept walking, trying to ignore him, didn’t even look in his direction, while he didn’t took his eyes off you, as if he was daring you to stare back at him. You didn’t.

As you got to your room, you tried to open the door, doing your best to not drop your keys and to stop shaking.

He didn’t turn his body in you direction, but still, he was so damn close, you could smell him, it kind of reminded you of a gas station. It was good.

You finally opened it, he pushed you inside, entering without an invitation, pushed you against your own door. It all happened so fast that hadn’t had enough time to think before he started talking. His voice sounded so angry and deep.

- You’re going to explain to me what you were doing today.

- W- What do you mean? - You tried so hard to speak coherently - We were in a mission, i was designed to dance as a distraction and undercover.

- But not to distract me. You thought that dressing as a slut and singing that song to me, you wouldn’t catch my attention? - He said pushing you harder against the wall - Maybe that’s what you wanted.

- Fuck you! Not everything is about your ass.

- I thought you wanted me to fuck you, like I mean it, right? - He said it mockingly.

You kept quietly, you felt a heat in you stomach and between your legs.

His hand started opening your coat, the other one he placed in the back of your neck, he started with a caress that sent shivers through your body, giving him an unspoken permission. The caress stopped and he tugged your matted hair tightly, making you moan with the unexpected pain, with that, his mouth curled in a smug grin.

He managed to take of the coat without you even noticing, now you were wearing only your lingerie. He didn’t have you time to be embarrassed, capturing your lips with so much hunger, seemed like he was starving for this, for you.

The kiss wasn’t romantic or calm, it was angry and burning. His sweaty hands gripping you turned the temperature of the room up. Your hands curled up in his hair, and that made him lift you up, your legs circled his hips.

he headed you to the bed, he didn’t even tripped once, it was like he knew the way to your bed like the palm of his hands. But he never had been to your bedroom, right?

He just sat on the bed and you on top of him, at any moment neither of you broke the kiss. He started moving your hips with his hands, creating fiction between your covered parts.

- I’m the only one who should see you wearing this, gonna teach you to dance like that only for me. - He whispered in you ear

Gosh, his voice has a huge effect on you, and on your pussy. His kisses trailed a way through your neck to chest. Hands left your hips and touched your back until it was in the clip of your bra. But it stopped there

- Are you lazy or sum? Who the fuck told you to stop moving? - He slapped your ass right as he finished his sentence. Gripping your thigh right after the smack.

- Hm… Sorry - You moaned submissively, you restarted the rolling of your hips, eagerly, as if it would satisfy you.

After so much teasing, he finally took of your bra. And your shaking hands moved to his T-shirt, unbuttoning it. At that moment you focused on his face, his eyes were in your tits, as you moved your hips they bounced, he licked his lips while watched you hungrily.

His eyes met yours, for the first time that night, his glaze wasn’t horny, it was kind of begging, he took a moment to observe your features a bit. Your face was red and eyes teary, lips swollen from his kisses and bites, neck and chest with purple and red marks all over.

- Fuck… You’re beautiful, I hate it.

He rolled you, to lay down in your back, under him. Kissing you again, as he tried to unbutton his pants. Wearing only boxers, he started to grind your intimacies again, making you moan. It was taking so fucking long.

He took of your shorts and the stockings so fast, leaving you only in a thong. Pushing your panties to the side, his fingers started working on you, in and out of your cunt, making wet noises

- You’re so fucking wet…

- Just fuck me then, hm… You’re taking to fucking long!

He raised his eyebrows and chuckled

- Didn’t know you were such a eager whore. I’m doing you a favor by preparing you.

- Your ego is so huge, you think I can’t take your tiny dick?

He stopped. You didn’t even saw him doing the movement of freeing his cock from his pants, you just noticed when it was already invading you. It was big, and he wasn’t gentle. Your eyes started tearing up, you really couldn’t take it

- Ah! Wait. - You cried. - Calm down.

- What is it? Isn’t it tiny, you bitch? - Couldn’t he take a joke?

- Sorry, calm down, please. - He complied, stopped a bit

- Is it all way in? - You asked

- Not yet. I’ll be nice, but only this time.

He went for another kiss, while shoving it gently, his hand moving from your legs to boobs. When it was all in, he started with a calm rhythm, which didn’t suit his personality.

You moaned, pulled him closer to you and arched your back, wanting more.

He shoved his face in your neck and sniffed, you smelled so fucking good. It was all too much for him, your moans, your scent, the hotness in that room.

He started to pound into you, hard.

- Ugh… Fuck - He moaned into your ear

You sunk your nails on his arms and back while he ravished you. Each trust deeper than the previous.

- How long have you been dreaming of me destroying your pussy like this?

You just couldn’t think of an answer that wasn’t humiliating

He slapped your face and then grabbed it while your cheek that was still burning, kissing the pout that his hand forcefully formed in your mouth.

- Answer me, you disgusting whore. I want to know how much time I wasted without having this pretty bitch to fuck when I want.

- Aah. Since… Since I first saw you, i’ve been waiting for you to make a move… I- He stopped you with a kiss, his tongue invading your mouth.

He was going deeper, almost hurting.

The tension growing on your stomach, your pussy throbbing and your heart pounding in your chest.

- Are you going to cum princess? - He asked trying to mock you, but his voice revealed how much he was trying not to reach his own peak.

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. It was already too much for you, phrasing your situation wasn’t really possible

- Come for me, slut. Now that I know that’s what you’ve been wanting since we first met.

That was it. Hell. You actually came like a slut, you just felt the tension being released, how long haven’t you had such an intense orgasm? You couldn’t control yourself, you didn’t even tried.

You tried to scream, but he closed your mouth with his hands, thankfully. Your eyes were watery and you were shaking in a embarrassing way

Katsuki didn’t seem to think it was embarrassing, he actually never had seen such a sinful scene before.

He decided at that moment that no other man will have the pleasure of seeing that sight.

You were still panting when he turned you around, belly on the bed, not doggy style, you were actually laying down, when he laid on top of your body, inserting himself into you once again, while breathing in your ear and kissing your cheeks and shoulders. It was so… intimate.

- You’re beautiful, the most gorgeous woman on the fucking earth. - He hummed in your ear, while fucking you so calmingly, as if he was trying to enjoy every single inch of your cunt.

- Can’t believe I took so damn long to have you. You’re mine now. - And in one last thrust he shoved himself deep inside you, just to come into your womb. And you came once again, didn’t know if it was from his words or his seed spilling from your pussy to your legs.

He laid by your side quietly, his chest on your back, beating wildly, his arm circling you. In completely silent, that’s how you fell asleep that night.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Bingo prompt: Steve Rogers with the period cramps prompts please!!!!

Here it is, babes! Thank you so much for participating 💕💗

Period Cramps (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fluff, periods being bitches, boyfriend goals Steve

Perks of dating a Super Soldier? Well, they are super fit and strong. Also, the stamina? Ugh, that’s a whole new category of awesome. But they also never get sick... or periods. Which means, they sometimes forget that normal people do...

“Hey doll, are you ready?” Steve’s voice traveled through the apartment. You heard him place his keys on the counter and then his heavy footsteps came down the hallway. 

Hastily, you sat up on the bed and wiped the tears away. You hated being on your period. And while being reminded that you were not pregnant was a pretty nice thing every once in a while, it still sucked to be in utter pain once a month. Today, the cramps had been particularly bad, starting off with a great morning of lack of taste, and continuing with an even more torturous afternoon of finding that one position that hurt less than any other. You were exhausted, and you felt like crap.

Steve and your relationship was fairly new. Yes, he had the keys to your apartment (but that was because he watered your plants when you were away one time and insisted on having them for “emergencies”). And yes, the two of you were basically already like an old married couple (really, it was crazy how well you adapted to each other’s routines). But despite all this, he had yet to see you at the worst phase of your period. Today, however, you had dinner plans and because you were so knocked out by good old aunt flow this morning, you had totally forgotten to cancel on him.

The door to your bedroom opened carefully and not even a second later, Steve’s smiley blonde head popped through the gap. “Good evening, sweetheart.” He purred in that seductively deep voice of his, and then his full body filled the frame. 

Man, you would never get tired of this. The pet names, the broad shoulders, that charming smile... But before you could gift him your love dazed eyes, another cramp squeezed your insides and pulled a whiny groan from your lips. 

Steve immediately straightened up. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he approached you on the bed, his large hand encasing your face, brows dipping in concern. “Have you been crying, love?”

That was it for you. The tears welled up again, making you a sobbing mess in your boyfriend’s arms. He pulled you in and rocked you soothingly and you loved it, really, but at the same time, you were so mad at yourself for crying again. You hated crying. You hated feeling like this. You hated your freaking uterus. Why? Why?!

This all just lead to more crying and frustration, but Steve didn’t say a word. He was just there, making sure you knew that he’d give you all the time in the world to let it all out - whatever it was, because he was still clueless. 

“I’m sorry.” You pulled away after a while. “I was so excited about today, and I already had an outfit ready, and I-” you cried again - god, this was exhausting. “But I got my period this morning and the cramps are-” you buried your face in your hands to silence the stupid sobs when another cramp washed over you, but there was no use. “Ow,” you mumbled when the wave of pain subsided. 

Steve’s hands pulled yours away from your face carefully. His blue eyes held yours for a moment, silent empathy passing between you. “Never apologize for that, you hear me?” His thumb grazed over your forehead, the slightly heated skin relaxing your frown. “What can I do for you, honey?”

Mildly embarrassed and exhausted, you exhaled a long breath. You didn’t usually cry, most people didn't notice when you were on your period at all, but today was just a little too much of everything added on top of each other. And you were just so hungry too. All that pain had prevented you from getting up for anything but the bathroom. Food hadn’t even been on your mind until now.

“Is it okay if we stay in tonight?” 

He smiled, seemingly relieved you responded well to his question. “Of course. Have you eaten anything today? Drink enough water? Tea?” He was up before you knew it but halting in anticipation of your answer. Steve still had that smile on his face, a little encouragement you didn’t know you needed.

“I haven’t had the energy to cook...”

He leaned down again, grabbing your face gently and kissing you softly. “Hey, hey. That’s okay. I’ll whip us something up. What do you want? Breakfast for dinner?”

“That sounds amazing.” You smiled at him and Steve’s eyes lit up. 

-❁-

You had made your way to the kitchen when you heard pots and pans clanging down the hall. Steve was standing by the small island, his button-up sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top button undone. You just sat at the table and watched his handsome self roam through your cabinets in search of ingredients and utensils. And for the first time in the day, you were not focused on the pain in your body. 

It wasn’t long before you and Steve cuddled up on the sofa after some nice pancakes and Tea, a negligible rom-com playing on the TV and lighting up the darkening room. 

You had your back pressed up to Steve’s chest as you both watched the TV with little interest. His body heat proved to be perfect for your cramps as his entire body encased yours. His hand found your lower stomach almost immediately, a soothing warm hand covering the skin when it slipped beneath your sweatpants, making a content sigh escape your lips. 

Steve had managed to turn this whole day upside down. And the soothing heat keeping your cramps at bay was just the cherry on top. 

“Are you comfortable?” He whispered lowly behind your ear, a meaningful kiss pressed to your neck when you hummed in response. 

You already had your eyes closed, it was impossible not to. All the trouble of the day had exhausted you too much. And the way Steve cared for you, made sure you were well and comfortable, adjusting pillows and blankets to find the best position for the both of you left sleep to finally take over your body. 

“Sleep well, my love,” her pressed another kiss to your temple, his lips lingering for a moment longer though. “I love you.”

...Perks of dating a super soldier? They’re very warm and cuddly. And especially Steve serves as the perfect heating pad and cuddle buddy for when you’re feeling a bit under the weather :)

**and this is just a little bonus that has nothing to do with the text above but I wrote it down first and didn’t want to keep it from you**

“I got chocolate, tampons, flowers, cheese, and magazines.”

“Cheese?”

“Well, I know you like cheese.”

“That- That’s very sweet of you, babe.”

“Oh no... please don’t cry. I can throw the cheese away. I’m sorry.”

“No, I do love cheese. No one ever brought me cheese.”

*Steve hugs you real tight while you calm down*

“Are you okay? Should we put the cheese away?”

“Yes.”

“Cuddles?”

“Yes, please.”

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The Interview

Summary: You finally apply for a job in the city, but the interview doesn't go quite as planned

Warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), teasing, spanking, choking, Rafe's dirty mouth, inappropriate work relationship, rough sex, 18+

A/N: this was inspired by a dream I had, hope you like it

You couldn’t believe you’d gotten the call. You’d applied for the job on a whim, always wanting to move to the city but never risking the comfort of your current life. You’d quickly accepted the interview, the assistant on the other end of the line relaying flight and hotel information to you that you scrambled to jot down. A few days later you arrived in New York, spending the night prior mulling over the perfect outfit and how your resume looked in the portfolio you’d brought along. 

The morning of the interview you check your appearance one final time in the floor length mirror. Your bright red skirt stands out and shows your sense of style, fitting right in with the culture of the city. It hugs your curves just right, giving you a boost of confidence once you step into your stilettos. Your black shirt pulls the look together, see through sleeves showing off some of your tattoos. The walk to the office is short, a slight spring in each of your steps as your excitement grows. 

As you wait for Mr. Cameron in the posh waiting area you can’t help but grow a bit nervous. Did you actually belong here? Could you handle living in one of the biggest cities in the world? Your thoughts start to race, palms growing sweaty and heart hammering away in your chest.

When the door to the corner office opens it stops all together. One of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen emerges, dark blue suit clinging to his muscular frame. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone, showing off a little hint of his sculpted chest along with the gold chain dangling from his neck. 

Your eyes finally reach his face and you suck in a sharp breath. His jaw is sharp enough to cut glass, a small smirk forming on his kissable mouth as he catches you checking him out. And god, his eyes. A blue so beautiful you could get lost staring into them. You were in big trouble if THIS was your potential boss. How could you work for someone that you wanted to fuck you senseless?

Shaking away the inappropriate thoughts you push yourself to your feet to greet him as he closes the remaining distance between you. “Miss Y/L/N? Hi, I’m Rafe and I’ll be conducting the interview today.”

You reach out to meet his hand in a formal shake, but the moment your skin touches sparks shoot throughout your body. You swallow sharply, pressing your thighs together to try to dull the ache forming between them. He seems to notice, giving you that sexy smirk again as he waits for you to reply.

“Hi, nice to meet you. You can call me Y/F/N by the way.” You give him your best smile, trying hard not to show how much his mere presence has affected you. 

“Great. Follow me please.”

He turns on his heel, giving you the perfect view of his toned back and delicious ass as he returns to the office he came out of. You urge your feet forward, following him into the room and taking a seat on the plush wingback chair in front of his massive oak desk. 

‘I’ll cut right to the chase. Your application has been the best one I’ve received so far. I don’t want to waste your time or mine by asking you questions I can answer by looking at your resume or talking to your current employer. So how about we treat this as a “get to know you” type interview and see if we think this is a good fit for you or not?”

He leans back against the desk, sharp eyes catching every small shift in your body language. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before meeting his gaze once again. “Okay Rafe. What would you like to know?”

He chuckles softly, rounding the desk and picking up his phone to make a call. “Hi Veronica. Yes, we’re going to go out to lunch, can you call my usual spot and let them know? Thanks.” 

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All throughout lunch he had gotten more bold with his efforts, not even trying to hide his not so professional interest in you. The conversation had quickly shifted to something dirtier; talks of favorite positions and things you wanted to try being shared between you both. He’d ended up on your side of the table, hand resting hot and heavy against the bare skin of your thigh, slowly inching further and further up underneath your skirt. 

“Tell me honestly sweetheart, if I feel your panties right now are they going to be wet?”

His breath against your ear makes you shiver, more arousal soaking through the already ruined lace. “Yes Rafe. Totally soaked through.”

He decides to find out for himself, lightly grazing his fingers over your core and forcing you to bite back a moan. 

“Damn baby you are soaked. How about we go back to the office and do some paperwork, then we can finish what we started, yeah?” 

You eagerly nod, anxiously waiting for him to pay the tab before letting him lead you back outside onto the sidewalk. 

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Thankfully the walk to the office is short. The documents you have to sign to accept the employment offer are even shorter. By the time you wrap up mostly everyone else has gone home from the night. The space outside Rafe’s office is dark, not a single light on as far as you can see. 

“Now that you’ve got me all to yourself, what are you gonna do with me?” 

He slowly stalks over to where you are reclining on the couch, kneeling down on the floor in front of you while sliding his hands up your thighs once again. “I’m gonna get to know every inch of your perfect body.” 

He pushes your legs apart, picking up your left foot and starting a tortuous path of kisses from your ankle to the edge of your skirt. He repeats on the other side, your blood rushing straight to your pussy as he bites and licks up the inside of your thigh. 

“Rafe please. Do something.”

He chuckles darkly, pulling away and sitting down on the couch beside you. 

“Patience baby. Come sit on my lap, now.”

His commanding voice only turns you on more, scrambling to climb over his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Now be a good girl and hold still. If you move, I’ll stop.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, one strong hand cupping your jaw while the other slides down to the buttons of your shirt. His lips feel like heaven against yours, moving in such a way that you feel it all the way in your core. 

When his tongue dives into your mouth you can’t help but moan, struggling not to grind your hips down into the growing tent in his pants to offer you some relief. 

To your disappointment he pulls away, kissing and sucking his way down over the bare skin of your neck to your shoulder. He takes his time to leave his mark, covering your tan skin in small bruises in a show of ownership. His tongue soothes each bite, your breathing growing heavier by the minute.

“God, you taste so good. Can’t wait to get my tongue buried deep inside of you, make you soak my face when you cum.”

You groan at his words, that damn dirty mouth doing nothing to quell the fire burning beneath your skin. His fingers start to roll your nipples, bolts of pleasure shooting throughout your system as you fight the need to try to take more than what he’s giving. 

“Rafe, god. Feels so good.” He smirks up at you before spanking your ass, the sting making you jolt forwards, your clit just barely grazing his zipper and making your thighs shake. 

“Doing so good for me baby girl,” he coos, maneuvering you onto your back and settling between your thighs. He quickly removes his tie, securing your wrists in a tight knot and pushing your hands up above your head. 

As his lips descend over the swells of your breasts, down over your exposed tummy, you can’t help the anticipation swirling through your system. His tongue dips into your navel and you tremble beneath him, imagining what it will feel like when he licks your pussy. He pushes your skirt up around your waist, setting each leg over his shoulders before leaning down to your sex. 

He decides to tease once again, laying an open mouthed kiss over the lace of your panties. You feel his smirk against your skin as you moan loudly, desperation taking over after a full day of build up. “Oh please. Please Rafe, I need you.”

“So pretty when you beg baby, but I told you. I’m gonna get to know every. inch. of. you.” Each word is punctuated by a kiss around the edges of your panties, followed next by his tongue. He traces every edge of the pink lace, returning to your center once again and licking a stripe over your slit. You feel like you’re about to fall apart at the seams just from the simple touches, right on the edge and waiting for him to push you over. 

His fingers slowly peel the soaked fabric to the side, his mouth blowing cool air over your hot skin. Two fingers dip between your folds, stroking softly from your entrance to your clit several times before plunging inside. He expertly curls them as he pushes and pulls against you, your orgasm racing closer by the second. 

He finally gives you his mouth, one flick of his tongue over your clit quickly turning into a frenzy. He laps at your sensitive nub eagerly, working his fingers in a slow tempo compared to the quickness of his tongue.  He hums his approval at your taste, vibrations making you cry out as your buck your hips into his face. When he sucks your clit  into his mouth he pushes you over the edge, a loud scream echoing off the glass walls of his office. 

“Oh god. It’s too much.” Tears spring to your eyes, overwhelming pleasure that is borderline painful wracking through your body. He laps up every last drop of your release, continuing to lazily finger fuck you while crawling up over your body to kiss you hungrily, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

You eagerly reach for the seam of his pants, wrapping your hand around his impressive length and starting to stroke him. He groans and its the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, only encouraging you further to undo his button and zipper, reaching inside his boxers to finally touch him skin to skin. You use his pre-cum as lube, smearing it over the tip before starting to twist your hand as you pump him slowly. 

“Shit baby, I need to be inside you, right fucking now.”

He pulls his pants and boxers down to his knees as your eyes drop to his cock, standing tall and proud. Your mouth waters at the sight, desperate for the chance to feel the weight of him on your tongue. He wraps his hand around the base, giving himself a few more strokes before his eyes return to you.

You’re mesmerized as he drags his thick head through your folds, gathering your slick before lining up. He barely pushes in, just the tip stretching you out as your back arches off of the sofa.

“Rafe. Untie me, wanna touch you.

As soon as your hands are free you wrap them behind his head, nails digging into his scalp before pulling him down for another heated kiss. Your teeth clash as you fight for dominance, your tongues winding together as he takes your breath away. 

He thrusts in slowly, wanting you to feel each inch disappearing inside of you. “Fuck sweetheart, feel so good wrapped around me. This pussy was made for me.”

You moan at his dirty words, clenching around his cock and making him let a low growl loose. His dominant hand wraps around your throat, eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head due to his dominant behavior.

“You’re mine now y/n. To do whatever I want with. Say it.”

He accentuates his point by pulling almost all the way out before slamming roughly back inside, knocking the breath from your lungs with the force.

“Mmm, Rafe. I’m yours. Please fuck me.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smirks before withdrawing once again, this time setting an ungodly pace as he pistons in and out of you. He’s hitting all the right spots, your nails digging into his clothed back as you try to somewhat contain your moans and whines. 

“Let me hear you, wanna know how much you love this cock.”

He pushes your legs back towards your chest, allowing him to angle in even deeper and you swear you can feel him in your stomach. You clench tightly around him and he groans loudly, starting to somehow thrust even harder than before.

“Just like that Rafe, don’t stop. Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Let me have it baby, wanna feel you drip off of me.”

His thumb finds your clit and rubs harsh circles as you desperately cling to him for some sense of reality. Your orgasm hits you like a train, body trembling as you cum harder than you ever have. He doesn’t stop his motions, only spurred on further by how hot you look and sound falling apart while chanting his name. 

A few moments later he groans out your name, pace faltering as you feel his hot release coat your walls. After a few final thrusts he collapses on top of you, kissing you lazily while his cock stays buried deeply. Your nails scratch softly over his freshly buzzed hair, trailing down over his broad shoulders and tracing random patterns. He hums his appreciation, breath tickling your neck and making you shift slightly. 

He finally pulls away, helping you to your feet as you both straighten up your clothes. He walks you to the door, playfully swatting your ass.

“Can’t wait to do this all over again tomorrow. Oh, and please wear red again, its my favorite color.”

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content: fingering, top!reader, jake attempts to power bottom, basically no marc I'm sry :/, ignore misspellings pls, I'm high

“You sure he’ll like it?” Steven questioned, looking over his body in the mirror. Though the others weren’t in the mirror, he knew they were still listening in. They were a lot nowadays unless one of them wanted privacy. He wore a matching lace set, one he’d found while getting distracted online.

“When doesn’t he?” Jake questioned, taking over the mirror. His ego was evident in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, winking at a nervous-looking Steven. Marc rolled his eyes from another mirror on the far wall.

“What if he doesn’t?” the nervous man asked again, looking over himself with an unsure expression.

“If who doesn’t what?” You questioned, appearing from in the door to your bedroom.

The second the question left your lips, you looked over Steven. He looked amazing, lace clinging onto his skin, exposing most of it. You could see the way his small cock pulsed in his panties, the lace not doing much to conceal it. It was complete with a nearly see through bra, one much too thin to hide anything.

You smiled, putting together Steven’s previous statement. “I can confirm he does in fact like it.”

He sighed with relief, watching as you entered the bedroom, walking over to him in front of the mirror. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning into the crook of his neck. You sucked softly, forcing a moan out of Steven’s throat.

“You do?” He checked, allowing hope to cross his features,

“You look amazing, love,” You assured as he slowly melted into you. You ran your hands down his sides, tracing his hips slowly. He pushed himself back into you, his ass resting against your crotch.

He was smiling, though you could tell by the small glares into the mirror that he was talking to one of the others. Likely Jake, if he was getting annoyed.

“Does Jake have a comment?” You asked, still focused on guiding your hands over his body.

“He wants to take my place, but we had an agreement,” Steve complained, glaring into the mirror. You smiled at that.

“Jake can plan his own day,” You promised. “I’d love to see you in this again.” Your eyes fell from his face, tracing his body in the mirror. The lace did nothing to hide his features and only made him look better. As far as you were concerned, this was your new favorite outfit of theres.

Steven was calmer at that, smiling at the way Jake rolled his eyes. “I’m holding him to that,” Jake assured, smiling. Still, he didn’t try to take over, leaving Steven to front while both he and Marc watched on.

You’d grown used to the idea of two others sitting in on nights you spent time with your boyfriend. It was exciting, even. And knowing there were having their own little argument about who you’d get to ruin was nice.

Steven’s whine interrupted your thoughts, “Y/n, please?” His voice was high, eyes gazing at you from the corner of his vision. You hadn’t noticed the way you were gripping him, one hand firmly grasping his waist while the other palmed his middle thigh.

“Not enough for you?” You questioned, fully knowing the answer. Steven shook his head, his eyes silently begging you to do something. “Don’t worry, love.”

You held two fingers to Steven’s mouth, smirked as he took them in without question. You continued to trace up and down his body, stopping at his chest to tweak his nipples. He moaned around you fingers, his tongue swirling around the digits as best he could.

After deciding it was enough, you slid your fingers out of his mouth, moving aside the thin lace panties he wore.

You let one finger sink in, treasuring the way Steven bit down on his lip. Though he wasn’t fully stretched, you were able to slide your finger with ease. You slid another next to it enjoying the moan you got from Steven.

“Please keep going.” He opened his mouth to continue, but you curled your fingers against his prostate, stopping whatever words were going to tumble out of his mouth. The sentence died on his tongue, leaving nothing but moans and whimpers.

You could feel him fluttering around your fingers and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re coming already.” Steven’s low whine was all the response you needed. “Did you think about this before I got here?”

Steven nodded rapidly, his head falling against your shoulder. You moved your fingers rapidly, curling them against his prostate with each thrust.

“Marc fingered himself thinking of you.” Steven revealed. You’d have to keep that one in mind for next time you saw Marc.

“Did he imagine me doing this?” You asked Steven, studying the expression on his face.

This time Steven shook his head. “Said he thought of when you let us ride you,” Steven’s voice was weak, and only got weaker when you added a third finger. “Oh fuck, Sir.” The title made you smirk. Steven’s hand reached back to grip your hip, as if it could convince you to go faster.

“You wanna cum in your panties for me, pretty boy?” You asked, watching Steven’s dick twitch rapidly in his underwear. Steven never needed much help to cum. The first time you’d had sex, he’d ended up cumming in his pants. He was no different now, riled up by simple actions.

He nodded, his moans reassuring you. “Wanna cum for you Sir, please?” He begged with such a pretty tone, his eyes begging you as he pressed quick kisses to your jaw.

“Go ahead, baby boy.”

He did so immediately after, a large wet spot forming at the front of his panties. He went limp in your arms, leaning on you for support.

“You okay there?” You asked after a second, helping him lean up so you could sit down on the bed.

Instead, you were pushed onto the bed by Steven and immediately startled, a hand placed against your chest.

“Better than okay, cariño.”

“I thought I said you should give Steven his own time?” You questioned, eyes narrowing.

Jake shrugged, slowly unbuttoning your pants. He didn’t bother sliding them completely off, just enough to pull your cock out over your boxers.

“Steven can steal you later,” He sank down on you, his mouth falling open as well as yours. He was tight around you and gripping your shoulders tightly as he slid down your length. “Fuck, Sir.”

You didn’t wait for him to adjust, grabbing his hips and bouncing him up and down while thrusting up into him. “Well, if you want to steal time from Steven, you should be happy to take whatever I give you, right?”

Jake nodded, the sudden surge of pleasure too much for him to do much else.

“Good boy.”

[filmbyjy]

TWITTER SUCKS! > twenty-eight! kiss the girl

synopsis > who knew you could become famous overnight for paying $8 for a single blue checkmark? however, it does come with consequences…what happens when the actual BELIFT Lab comes knocking at your door. all because you simply impersonated your bias.

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a/n: more lore and jieun getting roasted to the ground. she about to become a pack of roasted peanuts💅🏻 (idk don’t ask).

fun fact! i’ve been to HYBE before. well not go in HYBE but I have stood outside HYBE before and I must say it’s really nice.

you have never felt this nervous. your fingers gripping the ends of your sleeveless. you were about to meet ENHYPEN. the people who helped heal you from your horrible breakup. god, you were terrified of messing up.

you walked up the steps and through the revolving door (yes, HYBE has a revolving door. like what is this a hotel??). there was a receptionist so you were about to walk up to them and tell them about it but someone pops out of nowhere.

-

“oh? noona.” jungwon says. you turned around and you gasp. this was yang jungwon in flesh. you nearly yelped in excitement but you should definitely not act like a crazy fan. also they really meant it when they said camera never does idols justice. jungwon looked way more prettier in real life.

“jungwon.” the younger boy smiles.

“heeseung hyung has been so nervous about today. he kept straightening his shirt and making sure his hair was-” he chuckles. “ah, you should just meet him. follow me!”

you glanced at the staff at the reception and jungwon notices.

“don’t worry. you are with us, i’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“yeah but shouldn’t I get a pass? surely, I can’t just enter the building like this.” jungwon pouts.

“okay, maybe I should call the manager down here.” he dials for the manager and enhypen’s manager comes down. there was a slight administrative work but it was settled quickly. though…the manager kinda did have to lie about you were being a new staff but it was for a good cause so who cares.

jungwon opens the door for you and walked in. the others quickly took notice of you and you felt overwhelmed.

“noona, you’re really pretty in real life.” jake says. it earns a smack from sunghoon.

“yah yah, heeseung hyung’s girl. you should know the bro code.” sunghoon says.

“i’m just complimenting her. is it wrong to compliment someone?”

“it’s not wrong, it’s just that everytime you compliment someone. they just take it as you’re flirting with them.” jay says. jake was about to argue but he stops himself before pouting.

ni-ki turns to look at heeseung. “hyung, are you not going to greet her?”

“uh-” he clears his throat. “yeah. hi (name).”

you smiled, “hi heeseung.”

heeseung could feel his heart racing. your smile was pretty and he liked it. he wanted to see it more often.

“heeseung, you have an interview so you need to change and get your makeup done.” jieun enters the room. she realises you were there. she glares at you.

“and who might you be?” jieun gives you a fake smile. one that you could clearly tell was sarcastic and fake.

“she’s a new staff member.” jungwon explains. he points to your ID card.

“her? please don’t me she’s part of the fashion team or makeup team. she can’t even plan her outfit and makeup right.” jieun says. sunoo rolls his eyes.

“i’m sorry but judging by your outfit choice today…” he scans her outfit. “yeah, you look like a hot mess. not stylish at all. aren’t you supposed to be our stylist?”

jieun scoffs, “I am a makeup artist not a fashion designer.”

“your foundation is caked up. better remove it, you look like a ghost.” sunoo sasses. jieun stomps her feet and leaves the room.

“damn, is she always like this?”

“with sunoo mainly.” sunghoon says.

“we don’t waste our energy on her because we find her annoying. sunoo does the roasting most of the times. he enjoys seeing her storm off.” jay shrugs.

“anyways, noona. are you and heeseung hyung going to have a date? a company date?” ni-ki smirks. heeseung shoves the younger boy.

“no. it’s a friendly date.”

oh it’s a friendly date. you dressed up nicely for nothing?

jay pulls heeseung aside.

“noona, how about we reach you how to do ‘drunk-dazed’?” jake suggests.

“in a skirt?” you say. jake flushes.

“uh, okay maybe not ‘drunk-dazed’. what about umm..”

“whoops too bad. sorry! I’ll take (name)’s time now!” heeseung grabs your hands and pulls you away from the boys. he quickly leaves the room with you.

“first step complete!” sunoo clasps.

“are you going to get mae and subin here?” sunghoon asks jay.

“should we? I think (name) noona might get suspicious though.”

“who cares if she gets suspicious. she’s going to literally find out hyung likes her and they both have feelings for each other.” sunghoon says.

“sunghoon hyung is right. we should get mae and subin here. they know her best.” jungwon says.

“alright, if leader nim says so.” jay says.

in a matter of 15-20 minutes later, mae and subin appeared at the practice room.

“where they fucking?” mae says upon entering the room. subin smacks her arm.

“unnie, that’s not nice of you to say that. she and heeseung oppa are just chatting.” subin says.

jay stares right at mae and swore his heart leaps. which was weird because he has never had this happen before. sure, he had crushes but something about mae was getting to him.

“hey bud, you’re drooling.” jake nudges. jay rolls his eyes.

“I am not. anyways, hyung and noona went to the rooftop cafe. it’s famous up there for date spots between staff and idols.”

“oooo is there mint choco in the cafe?” subin asks. sunoo gasps.

“you’re a true sunoo stan.” he goes to hug her. subin freezes. mae snorts.

back to you and heeseung. he hands his card to the cashier and pays for the drinks.

“so…what did you and jay talk about?”

“nothing, he’s just teasing me. that’s all.”

“oh. that’s umm sweet?”

heeseung chuckles, “really?”

“I mean you guys have been friends for 7 years now. you guys practically like siblings. teasing is only a common thing in a friendship.”

“so you, mae and subin tease each other a lot?”

“only recently when-” you paused. were you about to expose your feelings for him? what if you do tell him though…what could happen.

“only when?”

“i started to have a crush on you.” you whispered the last part. heeseung tilts his head.

“i’m sorry, I couldn’t catch the last part.”

“you. I have a crush on you.” you blushed after admitting it. heeseung’s jaw drops.

“order for lee heeseung!” the barista calls out.

“i-” he stood up. “I’ll get our order. one second.”

you mumbling and smacking from somewhere and you spot a familiar sweater that subin loved wearing. that’s when your eyes widened, the other boys and your friends were listening in. mae realises you had seen them so she drags the others away. heeseung places the tray on the table.

“umm, i’m sorry i dumped a whole big bomb on you. I shouldn’t have expose my feelings for you when we quite literally just met in person-”

what you did not expect was for lee heeseung, your bias, your crush and the man you liked, to kiss you. heeseung places a finger under your chin to tilt your head up so he could kiss you easier. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. only a couple of seconds later, heeseung pulls away.

“don’t doubt yourself, I like you as much as you do.” he pecks your forehead.

splash

a gasp was heard after you heard a cup fall to the ground. when you and heeseung turned back to the sound, you realised it was jieun. her fist was clenched, she runs. probably to inform the other staff of you and heeseung. both you and heeseung turned to each other, there was a knowing look that both of you knew.

you had to stop jieun and expose her

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[oldmanenjoyer]

Hi it’s the Wally anon! Thank you for answering my question and I wanted to ask for a long request if you’re up for it:

Can you do a Wally x reader who has a secret identity of a supervillain with powers(you can choose the power)? When they are in their disguise, they are loud, bombastic and demanding (like a Disney villain). They don’t hurt anyone but they do often declare the neighbourhood as theirs, demands stuff from the neighbours and ruin major events when they don’t get their way. They even paint on the neighbour stuff to signify that something is theirs. When they are not in their disguise, they are nice, helpful and shy to cover their tracks and no one would guess their true identity. I like the idea of The neighbours talking together about how the villain( you can choose the supervillain name) is such a terrible person and how they plan to get them back while the culprit is helping them bake a pie while they rant. They would never know until the reader falls for Wally. They continue get closer to him and he falls for them as well until after a while, he finds out about their secret( you can choose how he finds out). He then confronts them in their disguised form as they kidnap his friends and he exposes them in secret and says he wouldn’t like to get closer to a bully and they start to go through a redemption arc. All of this is your choice. I’m just giving the form and I want to see it in your writing. I’m excited about it if you ok with taking it on.

No one in the Neighborhood truly understood you. Antagonist as you were, none of them seemed to get that in order to have balance, good needed to be compared to bad. How could you be happy without being sad first? You tried to show them, donned silly outfits and a mask to flock throughout the neighborhood and cause mayhem, truly terrible things that showed them how true happiness felt.

And it worked! Your displays of terror led to the neighborhood coming closer together. Julie and Frank would work together to fix decorations. Poppy and Howdy would remake ruined food. Barnaby and Eddie would call a truce long enough to fetch anything anybody needed. Sally would happily lead the entire gang along. And you? You'd find yourself working with Wally, at the behest of the others.

Seems your feelings weren't as hidden as you thought. But that's okay. None of them suspected you. Why would they? You were what Julie liked to call a shrinking violet. Too much attention had you cowing away from a group activity, no matter how fun. You blushed easily, held hands with everyone, you cried when the villain destroyed your work. You were the last suspect to be on the list.

So how did he figure you out?

Wally was too observant for his own good. His eyes bore into you like black holes, sucking in all the light around them.

You clutched the crumbled paper heart in your hands, ripping it in half.

"You're a bully." Wally said, matter of fact.

"I'm helping the neighborhood." You retorted, ignoring the hollowness in your chest. "Things are too. . . peaceful. Without drama, without a common enemy, you'd start hating one another!"

"No." Wally said with a shake of his head. "We wouldn't. Because we're friends. Friends trust each other." He glanced away, like he couldn't be bothered to look at you. It hurt more than it should. "I trusted you. I thought you trusted me."

You hiked your shoulders up. "The world-"

"The neighborhood loves you." Wally interrupted. He turned away fully now, and you get so mad. But who were you mad at? Him? The world? Yourself? You couldn't tell. "But you don't love the neighborhood, huh?" He walked away, and you stood amidst your destruction, unsatisfied with this result. "Goodnight, neighbor."

You cringed. Guess first name basis was lost.

As you were left alone, your emotions began to rise over you, strong waves ready to drown you in their intensity. The disappointment Wally showed somehow made all of your intentions seem. . . insignificant. You didn't feel justified anymore, even if you knew how things would turn out tomorrow. That is, if Wally didn't tattle on you.

You shook your head.

Maybe. . . maybe you should rethink some things. Maybe the neighborhood was due some peace from villains and drama. And maybe the neighbors, who were all so kind to you, deserved apologies. Sincere ones.

But that could be handled in the morning.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

this is my first time writing anything. be nice.

part 1

He's late.

Zoe sat at the end of the bar, her phone on one side and her recorder on the other. She fought off ordering a beer, she wanted to be polite and wait for him.

But if he's going to take his time and be a half hour late, all manners are going out the window at this point.

Right when she was about to flag the bartender down, her phone buzzed.

Sorry, there was traffic. Parking now and walking up. Be there in 5. - C

Zoe couldn't have rolled her eyes harder.

"I hate to ask, but did you get stood up for a first date?" the young bartender finally said, noticing her and walking over. "You've been staring at the door the entire time like you're expecting someone"

"I'm expecting someone, but it's not a date, trust me." Zoe said, holding up her recorder. "Can I have a Allagash White? you can keep it open" She said, handing the bartender her card.

Zoe went into journalism because she cared about people and their stories. She felt it was a lost art; the industry now is filled with clickbait articles and poorly researched topics that led people to believe a false narrative.

One of Zoe's favorite childhood memories is reading the Reader's Digest with her father. She would wait for it in the mail, run to him in the living room where he normally was - in his recliner smoking a cigarette watching the news - and read it from cover to cover with him. Her favorite was the jokes section when she was younger. As she got older, she would ask her father questions and it would open the door to deep conversations about the world in the people in it. She continued these conversations with her dad well into her teenage years; as well as when he was in the hospital dying of lung cancer from the very cigarettes that were burned into her favorite memories of him.

She went to Columbia. Masters in Journalism. She thought her writing was going to change the world and show people how they could fall in love with journalism and get excited to read articles again; Spark conversations with people and have them connect with one another.

Why was she working for Page Six doing celebrity profiles?

Honestly - it paid the bills. Student loans aren't going to pay themselves. She learned the hard way that life is not an early 2000's rom-com; where you could have a column in a magazine, live in a brownstone and go out every night with your friends drinking cosmos.

No, life right now was living in a 1 bedroom apartment, with a questionable water stain on the ceiling, a window AC that barely works and a 70 year old lady who lives next door that has more men over than you do.

It's just temporary, yes. She might of been here for 3 years already, but it's not forever. 32 isn't old and she can still find her forever job. Yes, everything is fine. All part of the plan.

At least, that's what she tells herself when she's having a panic attack about it at night.

In a strange way, she IS learning about people... celebrities, that is. Her interview style was more casual; she felt people opened up more when they were doing something they loved, or over a drink. And people did open up.. she got to interview Leonardo DiCaprio and got a lecture from him when she asked her bartender for a straw. She never heard the end of that one. She learned how to roll a joint from Seth Rogan. She got to have coffee with Anne Hathaway and she showed her all the outfits she kept from when she filed The Devil Wears Prada. This would be any girl's dream... why can't she appreciate it more?

Finally, he walked in.

He was in a black T-shirt, jeans and boots. He looked around the somewhat empty bar, looking for someone who might be expecting him. Zoe caught his attention, and he walked over.

"Sorry, so sorry... this traffic sucks," he said, pulling out the barstool next to her.

"I'm Cillian, nice to meet you"

[hineygorerage1]

Prompt: finding out you’re touching yourself during a call

Fandom: CKY (plus Ryan)

Ryan: you and Ryan were chatting back and forth one night when you got randomly horny. You couldn’t wait, since Ryan obviously wasn’t gonna hang up anytime soon. You decided to touch yourself whilst he spoke, which ended up in you getting caught, “did you just moan?” Asked Ryan, shocked at the sound of you whining from pleasure. He leaned closer to the microphone and whispered sweet nothings and praise for you to get off to, which obviously worked. You’d gotten finished quickly with all the praise, which he was pleased by. “Keep this a secret, sugar. I wanna keep you to myself,” he muttered before you both hung up, much to your dismay. He’d insisted you get rest. The next day when you saw him, he kept staring at your hands, as if he was proud of what they’d done for him.

Chad: Chad was bored and wanted to play truth or dare, suggesting he go first. After back and forth truths, Chad finally got you to choose dare, to which he commanded; “I dare you to fuck yourself on call with me,” this shocked you! He’d never showed sexual interest in you and suddenly he wanted you to fuck yourself? You asked what to do, Chad replying with “suck on your fingers,” you obeyed, which got praise, “good girl, so good at using your mouth~ now that they’re all nice and wet, take off your panties,” he whispered, and you could hear him unzipping his jeans, “you do it yet? Yeah? That’s my girl, now spread your legs and use them to fuck yourself.” His command was met with an obedient reply, ‘yes, sir’. Your fingers slipped in and began pumping away. Chad sat there, praising and cooing softly to you as you finished yourself for him. He asked you to lick it off your fingers and tell him how it tasted. After you’d gotten tired, he asked you to go to bed. The next day he grabbed you and drug you too to some random bathroom to have some fun with you.

Jess: Jess had been talking to you about plans this weekend. He was planning on doing a party for Bam to celebrate the success of the jackass tv show. Half way through, he got to asking you what you’d wear. He began to explain what he’d like, “y’know… you could wear that tight little dress you wore to Ryan’s birthday dinner. It hugged your ass really tight,” he muttered, listening to your shaky breathing. He smirked, “you like that? Like when I talk about your ass? What about those pretty tits of yours?” He flirted. Jess listened carefully to your movements, excited when he heard the sound of you taking off your belt and jeans. He encouraged you further to touch yourself for him, enjoying the sound of you doing so. Soon enough he’d joined in, “I promise that if you wear that tight dress, I’ll fuckin’ ruin you,” he whispered into the phone, hand working fast on himself. By the time you both had finished, you had gotten exhausted and fell asleep on call together. The next weekend, Jess was pleased with your outfit choice, and did exactly as he promised when you got home.

Deron: Deron was in his hotel room on tour all alone, having chose it to avoid rooming with an obnoxiously drunk Chad. He had gotten your number from a gig and decided to try his luck. He was happy to hear you answer, “hey! Is this (your name)? It’s deron.. from cky?” He smiled, listening to your quiet but obvious fangirling, “I just wanted to uh, check in.. I’m all bored and alone in my hotel room and thought I would chat with you? You seemed pretty cute at the venue,” deron rolled over onto his back and held the phone in his hand, his free hand mindlessly twirling/twisting strands of his hair. “So, whatcha up to? Yeah? Just all alone in your house?… no one there..?” He bit his lip, mind running pervertedly. “Hmm, most fangirls I talk to try to fuck me, y’know?” He giggled. “Do you.. wanna fuck me?” His voice was smooth as he awaited to hear the eager ‘yes’ he was relieved when he heard it. He continued to tease, “so.. if I were there, you’d bend over and let me slip into you?, maybe I would fuck you all slow and hard? Or maybe you like fast and simple?” Deron unbuttoned his pants, hearing you begin to do the same. “Is that why you wanted to give me your number? You wanted to fuck me?, I’d let you~” he could hear the sound of your fingers in your soaked cunt, enjoying the sloppy sounds of lust. “You sound cute like that, honey…fuck I’m so close~” he whispered. You two finished together, and deron saved your number in his phone under ‘plaything x’. He hooked you up with free tickets for next show in your state so he could see you again, treating you like a dirty slutty groupie in the dressing rooms before the show, and then after, and then again.

[squeebl]

16, clumsy and shy pt. 2

part 1

word count: a little over 800

warnings: none !

short summary : coffee date with shauna !! :)

A/N : i'm sorry that this took so long 😭 i had a majority of it done a while ago but then i ran out of ideas + lost motivation and started writing something completely different but i decided to finish this today to get it over with, so i'm sorry if it sucks 🧍‍♀️

your alarm clock began ringing loudly, interrupting you of your sleep. you woke up annoyed since it was the weekend and you weren't planning on waking up early, but that quickly changed to a mixture of excitement and nervousness. the day had finally arrived for your date with Shauna!

you got ready with extra care, choosing an outfit that looked nice, but also made you feel comfortable. after a final check in the mirror, you made your way downstairs.

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Jackie was already in the kitchen, munching on a bagel. she looked up and grinned when she saw you. "You ready?"

you chuckled, a bit of a blush on your cheeks. "Yeah, I think so." you said, a hint of anxiety in your tone.

Jackie gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "You've got this, just be yourself."

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. Jackie's words reassured you as you grabbed a bagel for yourself and joined her at the kitchen table.

as you both chatted about random topics, your mind kept wandering to the upcoming date. Shauna had been someone you'd been interested in for a while, and now that the day was here, the excitement and anticipation were almost overwhelming.

after finishing your bagel and sipping on a cup of coffee, you checked the time. It was almost time to head out. Jackie noticed your restlessness and grinned again. "Don't worry, you've got plenty of time. And hey, remember to just enjoy yourself... Shauna's lucky to have a date with you."

her words brought a genuine smile to your face. you appreciated Jackie's support and her ability to ease your nerves. with a newly gained confidence, you headed upstairs to grab a jacket and make sure everything was in order. once you were done, you went back downstairs.

as you stood by the front door, Jackie joined you, giving you a playful nudge.

"Go get 'em! And remember, if it gets awkward, just talk about something you know you both like. For example… music! There��s a shit ton of music, you guys could be talking for ages! Just don’t stress about this, I’m sure it’ll be fun." Jackie said, giving you an encouraging smile.

you chuckled and nodded, taking a deep breath, you stepped outside, ready to go to the café Shauna suggested. the nervousness was still there, but it was tempered by the thought of spending time with someone you genuinely liked and the reminder that you were just being yourself.

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you arrived at the small café a little earlier than planned, your heart beating a bit faster as you looked around for Shauna. you spotted her sitting at a corner table, engrossed in a book. she looked up and smiled when she saw you, her eyes lighting up.

"Hey!" she greeted warmly, closing her book and standing up to give you a hug.

"Hi! You look great," you replied, a shy smile forming on your lips.

as you both approached the counter to order, you found yourselves naturally falling into conversation about which types of coffee you liked and the ones you weren't a fan of as you looked at the menu.

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with your drinks in hand, you settled into a cozy corner of the shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the air. the conversation flowed effortlessly as you talked about your interests, hobbies, and even shared some amusing memories you both have with Jackie. the initial nervousness seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of connection and genuine enjoyment.

as the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, you and Shauna were laughing and sharing your favorite bands, realising how much you have in common. time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the coffee shop was starting to empty out.

"Looks like we've been here a while," Shauna pointed out with a smile. "I've had a really great time, though."

"Me too," you agreed, feeling a warmth in your chest. "Would you be up for doing this again sometime?"

Shauna's smile widened. "Definitely. I'd love that."

you and Shauna threw away your near empty cups and began walking out of the café. “Hey, I can give you a ride if you don’t want to walk home.” Shauna offered, and who were you to pass on a free ride? "Yeah, sure!" you replied and started walking to Shauna's car with her.

you got into the passenger seat and Shauna began to drive to your house as the sun set. as Shauna drove you home, the conversation continued effortlessly. the nervousness from the morning had completely transformed into a feeling of warmth and excitement.

when you arrived at your house, you thanked Shauna for the date and the ride. she smiled and leaned in for a hug, which naturally turned into a sweet, lingering kiss. it was a perfect ending to a fantastic day.

as you walked to your front door, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and anticipation for the next time you'd see Shauna. this date had been a success, and it was the start of something special.

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this is way shorter than part 1 but i hole you enjoyed!! 🙏

once again im sorry that it took over a month to podt this

[pbandjesse]

Today was a lot of fun but also absolutely exhausting and full of way to many people. Also my mouse isn't doing well and it makes me really sad. But I am trying to keep him comfortable. It's the least I can do if he's going to go soon. 

It just sucks because he seemed fine and fluffy this morning. I slept weird. Getting woken up by the smoke detector battery dying at 3am. And then waking up at 730 to Jess texting me she was running late and wasn't sure when she would get to the fair. And I was fine with that I just wanted her to let me know her ETA and we would change accordingly. 

James came in the bedroom around 8 and I let them know we would leave later then planned. So they had time to take a bike ride to the museum and get some baked goods and come back. I was able to just lay in bed and doze for a while. Getting up when Jess was leaving. 

I got ready and was having my pretzel from the market yesterday for breakfast when James came back. They got ready too. And made themselves a bagel. We left a few minutes later then I wanted but it actually all worked out. 

We made sure that my mouse baby was good. He was fed and fluffy. And sweetp was missed on and secure. And when we got outside Mr Will was there. It was nice to see him!! Hugs all around and then we were off. 

It was a pretty solid ride. I made James listen to 100gecs to loud. They said their ears were ringing. So we switched to something not as intense. And had a nice ride out to Crownville, which is the actual name of the town where the Ren fair is. Hilarious. 

We got there just as Jess was texting me she was parking. And we ended up parking only a few cars away! What amazing timing. 

After we parked me and James finished putting our accessories on. James was in charge of the backpack today which was a huge help. And I felt really cute. But mostly I just loved looking at my husband who looked so handsome today I couldn't barely stand it. Just looking like a prince and I was so happy to be with them. 

Honestly all of our outfits looked great today. I felt very cool. Temperature wise we were like perfect for the first couple hours but then I did the sun came out we were s bit overheated which was a little tough. But we were still having fun. 

I loved looking around and people watching. I'll admit I was a little overwhelmed. We were committed to seeing the first joust. But beyond that there wasn't much of a plan. Which is fine but a little stressful. 

We saw a building with miniatures in it and so we paid out little admission and went in and it was so worth it. Journey to Venice. The man we bought the tickets from was very nice and him and the other woman there complimented Jess's nails. Which were jelly red with bones on them super cool.

And the display was incredible. The mirror room was great. I loved seeing all the candles going back into space. Then in the main room was all these tiny building like you were in Venice and you open the doors and lights come on and sometimes you were looking at yourself in a costume in a scene and sometimes you were looking into a shop and sometimes it was just. Mirrors. Peppers ghost. They even had a true mirror! Which James very much didn't like but it just felt familiar to me. I have seen myself from so many angle. Looked into my own eyes. But I get why they might be uncomfy. 

We would make most of the full loop of the fair after that and it was decided we would get a snack for the joust. We were going to get potato wedges but then they were sold out. So instead me and Jess would save us front row seats for the joust and James would go get us french fries. We appreciated James greatly today for standing in food lines for us. 

The women next to us at the joust loved my bat bag, Lewis. Multiple women today would also me about him and compliment him and it was exciting and validating to tell people I made him. Jess said she likes that I say I msde him even though the stuffie part was bought and she needs to be able to use that same logic, because she agrees I made lewis, I transformed him into a bag and that's making. She just feels weird saying she made things out of things that already exist and I think because I have been an advocate for found object art for so long I barely see the distinction but I also understand her worry about being a liar. I made Lewis, I helped actualize his new form. And I loved being able to tell people that. 

The joust was fun. It was fun cheering even if we didn't sit in Keegan, my favorite jouster's, section. Sir William was funny and fun too. People in Keegan's section had signs and tshirts which was hilarious. Jess asked James if this is what watching sports is like, the excitement, and James was like. This is a sport, it's Maryland's state sport! 

The joust itself was short but the show was kind of long. I liked the new rider they had that was supposed to be Mongolian. We actually saw a handful of people dressed in Asian medieval wear. Which was awesome. I loved seeing that. We were talking about the PA Ren fair and comparing a lot today and this one for sure feels more real. Like more lived in and more like a village. The PA one feels more like a town with shops. Both are great but it's fun to compare and contrast. 

After the joust we would continue our walk. Going in and out of shops. Jess wanted to get he chair braided. Apparently she's always wanted to try that but it sounded like a nightmare to me. Keeping s tight braid. Paying for it?? No thank you. But she had talked about it and wanted to try it. When we first got to the fair we had checked in and there was a long wait so we would come back after the joust and only had to wait a few minutes. She brushed her hair out and then the girl did the crown braid. But it sort of stuck out on the side and I asked them to fix it and they did a which Jess said thanks for speaking up for her. And it was pretty but I think would have looked nicer with bangs or farther back? I liked the little flowers they put in it. She said she probably won't do it again but was glad she tried. But step for her! I think the pictures of her getting it done look really pretty so if nothing else there is that. 

Next was figuring out what to eat. This is always an ordeal and specifically then when it was legit lunch time.We decided based on a short line. And got a ride bowl for Jess and two egg rolls for me. Jess gave me some of the rice. James was trying to get our waters filled but we were struggling. I snapped at James a little and felt bad.i had walked us really far away with our food to try to find somewhere to sit and eat. Eventually fining some rocks next to a bush that were flat. Jess and me would eat while James continued to look for water. Eventually finding it at the first aid station. 

I apologized to James when they got back. Jess told me I was being unreasonable when I told her why I was upset and she was correct. I can't expect James to just fix everything. That's not a fair standard. But I was also just a little overheated and overwhelmed. Still no excuse. 

I felt better with some water. And it turned out we were standing next to a lady selling lemon sticks. So Jess bought me a lemon stick. Thank you Jess. James ran into a DND friend and that was cool. Was nice to see him. We would also run into Jessica Leibowitz and her friends later in the day. It was cool to see people we knew. 

I was struggling with how busy it was though. I would have liked to take more pictures but I was just a little overwhelmed by the amount of people so setting up my phone was to difficult. I tried my best to capture what I could.  And I was enjoying looking at stuff in the shops but I also felt like I was constantly in the way. That would be my biggest complain for today. Just to many people. But I still had fun.

Me and Jess were really getting tired though. So we found and open bench to people watch at, while James went to get their own lunch and bring us back a frozen lemonade. 

Me and Jess just talked and enjoyed people watching. Even if the sun was to hot. We were both struggling with that today and just being tired. I was having fun but I was frustrated with myself for having such low energy. 

James would get a little lost coming back. So in trying to find them we lost our bench. Thankfully found another quick and we sat while James inhaled their sandwich. We told them we weren't  in a rush but they felt like they were making us wait. Which was silly. We were both tired and sitting was not a problem. 

We would keep walking after that. To a few shops we had missed. To refill our waters at the first aid station. We decided to start walking to the exit. Checking out everything by the front we had missed. We got to try different honey, the mango flower was my favorite. And it was just a lot of fun. 

But the day was drawing to an end for us. We were beat. I was excited to take my shoes off in the car. 

We walked Jess to her car and I helped her get out of her dress so she didn't have to drive in a corset for 2 hours. And then we went to our car and took all of our stuff off too. I was very happy to take my leggings off. I felt a lot less hot. The day was surprisingly warm in the end.

We ended up driving behind Jess for a few miles. Only losing her when we stopped for gas. She would get home about an hour after us. Safe and sound but extremely tired and sore. 

Our drive was much shorter but I was very uncomfortable by the end and just desperately wanted to be home. 

When we got back here I found that baby mouse was sitting in the water tray I have for him in there (it's just a jam jar lid) freezing cold. I dried him up as best I could but he was squeaking every time I touched him. About an hour later was when I realized his legs were moving. I don't know what happened. If I did something or what but I feel horrible that he's hurting. He even bit me! To small to break the skin but clearly telling me he was in pain. I fed him and tried to keep him warm. But I am not sure he'll be here tomorrow and it breaks my heart. I just hate to think he's in pain right now. I hope he's at least comfortable in there right now. And he'll pass in his sleep. 

I have been resting since we got home. Getting up to take a shower was a struggle. I am just so tired. But at least I am clean now. I have been resting with James for a long time. They had gone out briefly to get milk at the store. But they are home and we are  getting ready to sleep. 

Tomorrow I hope to have a cozy morning and then my class at awah. I hope that one is fun. I hope it's a very good day. I hope you all have a great night. Send good vibes to baby mouse. That he is peaceful and pain free. I love you all. Goodnight 

[cyberrat]

64th Batch Of Fics: 9th Fill

Link/Tavern Owner/Tavern Patron – cont B58F10 – Part 1/2 – cross dressing Link; somnophilia; throat fucking; non explicit consent -> explicit consent – The Tavern Owner lets Link have a room at half the price but decides to cash in the other half anyway.

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As soon as the obviously exhausted girl trudges off to her room, the tavern owner’s eyes lock with that of his friend sitting at the bar and nursing his beer. They watch each other for a moment before imperceptibly nodding at each other.

The girl had been cute as Hell and apparently mute… he’s only charged her half of what the room is worth just because he could see her little nipples through the sheer top of her slutty little get-up. It’s only natural that he would get the rest of his payment differently, right?

He locks the tavern up. It won’t take long at all.

.oOo.

Link has been dog tired; the tavern in the middle of nowhere had been a sight for sore eyes. He almost didn’t have the energy to change into his Gerudo outfit but a small glance at his finances had him change his mind about that pretty quick.

He’s noticed the tavern owner’s stare of course… it had been his plan, after all. Mayhaps he even thrust his chest out a little more than strictly necessary just so his hard nipples would drag against the soft desert garment… it had given him a nice sizzle of excitement but ultimately he’s just been too tired to really follow it up and let the dude know he was up for grabs.

Only because he went to bed nice and horny does it take him so long to realize that the warm wetness sucking his nipples isn’t something he’s simply dreaming up. He keeps his eyes closed, brows twitching as he tries to figure out what is happening but there can’t be any real threat or his body would’ve been already wide awake…

He can hear a wet popping sound, followed by one that is a little more quiet and a strained whisper: “Not so loud, you idiot! You’ll wake her!”

Hmm that does sound like the Tavern Owner from before. Link shifts a little. He can basically hear the other two freezing in their spots but when he keeps his eyes closed and pretends to still be fast asleep, they relax again. A moment later he feels the unmistakable squeeze of fingertips around his left nipple. The touch sends sparks of pleasure down his spine, teasing him out a bit more still from his slumber.

Just enough, in fact, that he manages to squeeze his thighs around his cock, trying to keep it nice and trapped so his erection wouldn’t give himself away. He doesn’t know if they’d be turned off by the revelation that he was, in fact, a dude, but he kind of is getting off on them thinking he’s a girl.

“Never seen such a flat chested gal,” one of them whispered.

“Beggars can’t be choosers… she’s awfully cute, though. Look at that belly button.”

One of them touches his belly. It tickles, almost teasing him into giggling despite himself. He has to bite his lips from the inside, focusing on not moving a muscle. He’s never heard anybody getting off on belly buttons… but that’s kind of interesting too.

The fingers that have been lightly squeezing his nipple are now starting to twist it nice and slow… one way, then the other… Link can feel his cock pulsing, his thighs squeezing harder together. If it slips out from between them there is no way he can keep them from noticing his erection pushing against the sheer front of his harem pants; not even they would be able to talk it off as a particularly fat, juicy clit.

Though he’s seen what the Bokoblin females were packing…

His other nipple is treated to the same; a slow squeeze and twist between rough fingertips. It’s enough to make him gasp softly or just implode with the heat that is flooding his body.

Both men pause at that. Behind Link’s closed lids he can just imagine them staring at each other and then at him before there’s a hand lightly patting his cheek.

“Hey… you awake?”

Well he certainly would be now, right? He blinks his eyes open, cheeks feeling nice and warm with a flush that is certainly crawling down his throat and into his chest where his nipples feel already swollen and tender from the attention by the pervs.

He does not know quite what he looks like but it must be rather telling as the both of them exchange glances just like he thought they would and then start to grin. The Tavern Owner leans down far enough that the tips of their noses nearly touch. His bushy mustache tickles Link’s top lip and his breath is hot across his sensitive skin as he croons: “Oh, you’re awake, are you? A right little slut, huh? You enjoying this?”

The man palms Link’s meager pectoral muscle as if it were a soft tit, then pinches his tingling nipple once more. It’s not Link’s first rodeo but sleep is still clinging on to the edges of his mind and he has a moment of panic as he breathily moans, fearing he would not be able to pitch his voice high…-

He needn’t have worried. It’s not like he has a deep voice to begin with. He can see the eyes of the Tavern Owner go glassy before he sits back up again and exchanges looks with his friend yet again.

Link peers at the other man as well; if he remembers correctly, he had sat at the bar during his talk with the Tavern Owner. The Friend nods at his companion and leans down, slotting his mouth around Link’s other nipple to suck on it nice and wet.

Link’s toes curl, another high-pitched, breathy moan slipping from his throat. He has to twist his hips a little, afraid his cock might slip out from the desperate clench of his thighs. Luckily, neither of the two seem interested in getting into his pants.

The tongue rounding his nipple is driving him insane. There seems to be a line connecting his chest to his cock and it is drawing tighter and tighter the longer the Friend’s wet mouth is on him, suckling and warm and-

The Tavern Owner lightly brushes his fingers across Link’s cheek. “So soft and perfect…”

Thank the Goddesses for the bad lighting in the room. Link doesn’t know what they would think if they saw all the little scars littering his body. Though maybe… they wouldn’t care at all. Not when they are able to get their cocks out and slap them against those soft and perfect cheeks.

The Tavern Owner brushes his hand over Link’s hair, leaning over him, smiling like the swollen glans aren’t nudging against the side of Link’s nose as he lightly fucks his cock against his cheek.

“So… how about you pay up to the rest that you’re owing me, little lady?” he croons, guiding his dick to Link’s mouth and dragging it across his lips until they’re sticky and glistening with his pre. The Friend has stopped sucking his nipple. He’s sitting there, watching with rapt attention as Link’s tongue shoots out and against the already slippery tip of the cock.

Link nods slow and obedient, trying not to dislodge the cock from in front of his mouth. He just… loves dicks, what can he say? So big and warm…

[horce-divorce]

Going to Pride today which is always exciting, but I can't even do that without being constantly reminded that I am Othered by being homeless... have lost all of my cute Pride outfits, even my holo fanny pack that I was so sure I brought with me, and the shoes that matched. my friend is performing, but they're an old friend from a job- if I talk to them and we play catch-up, will they judge me? And of course, it's a corporate-sponsored, city Pride event, so it's all vendors all day, but we have $7.66 in the paypal and Bel's birthday is Tuesday and all I want is to be able to take him out to dinner so I was already planning on not buying anything.

Now that we're in a city (and a progressive one) I keep spotting places that make me go "🥺 maybe I could go back to work just a little bit...." indie bookstores and coffee shops and the dispensary in an old church where the queer budtender helped us out... But I can't do that, though, and I know I can't. But I'm also terrified now because I have a disabled friend who knows better than my family members how things work for the disabled, and she pointed out that disability lawyers only take cases they can win. That's why they can wait to get paid when you do.

And tbqfh I'm not entirely sure that describes my case. I havent worked in over 10 years and I'm pretty sure I did rack up the necessary work credits for when I became disabled- but I wouldn't apply for Disability for 10 more years because I didn't have a diagnosis yet. So now I'm worried they're going to see the onset of my disability as being at age 31, when I applied, a full 10 years after it truly started, in which case I'd need to have more work credits to even qualify and I'd HAVE to go back to work before I reapply anyway.

But like. I actually can't do that, though. I am my own full time carer, and Bellamy's. I need to be able to change my schedule at the drop of a hat. I need to be able to take a break and lie on the floor if I'm about to pass out. I need to be with Bellamy, because his symptoms can also change at the drop of a hat, and he needs me to be around if anything happens because I am his only trusted person around who knows anything about his condition.

Hence why i have been freelancing up until lately.... I suppose there's probably a better chance of me finding a regular freelance transcript gig around here. And I am still thinking about tattoo stuff... idk that's. A Lot more competitive, and it's not like I have the money to just be hanging around tattoo shops as a customer rn lmao... 10 or so years ago that was how you got a foot in the door, if you were lucky. Idk how it is now. I know some people run tattoo schools but lmao fuck that. I'm already in debt I don't need more of that shit.

Ugghbh idk. It sucks being poor but being homeless and unemployed even makes other poor people look at me sideways and I hate this shit.

Anyway. We are going to Pride, and we will have a nice time in each other's company regardless, and we always find a way to have fun without buying stuff. Theres not having Enough money for everything, and then there's not having money for 1 of those things, and when you finally do, you have to choose which necessity you need the most and spend the money on that, and everything else has to wait. Even food. Even medicine. Even birthdays.

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*I go through the outfit choices I picked out for him, not bothering with moving my scattered dresses but just laying his clothes out on top of them, standing next to the bed and staring at them thoughtfully before choosing one, pushing the other ones off to the side before plopping down on the edge of the bed and starting to put my shoes on, thinking about tonight and how I was so excited to celebrate our big news with all our friends and family, smiling to myself as his voice breaks me out of my thoughts, looking up at him and my eyes immediately darken, hating just how toned and fit he was, checking him out obviously* What a waste of a shower… *I watch him closely as he drops his towel to put his boxers on, ignoring the urges to drag him back to me by his waist and suck him off before we left, my eyes a bit hazy and dark as he walks over to me, smiling against his kiss before pointing to the outfit that was on my other side* I thought going with black would be too on the nose, it’s not the wedding yet… I’m wearing white, but you wearing white would be a bit too much. So I went with a nice gray. I spent way too long on Pinterest today. *I giggle, looking back up at him, still unable to shake the urge to get him in my mouth* If you don’t get dressed like right now, I am gonna drop to my knees in about 5 fucking seconds, baby… *I bring my glass of wine to my lips, hoping that will satiate my oral fixation right now* 

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*clenches my jaw a little as I look over at you as you speak, seeing you watching me and stomach knotting as I catch the darkness in your eyes when I kiss you, humming in want as I lean in and kiss you softer this time before glancing over at the suit that you picked out, grinning a little* It’s perfect, my love. Thank you. *kisses your forehead before laughing a little, knowing you had our whole wedding planned out on pinterest, finding it adorable how excited you were for this, it making me feel that this truly was the right thing for us* *I reach for the shirt as I stand in just my boxers, pausing as you speak and my stomach twisting deliciously as the vision appears behind my eyes, you always looking so pretty on your knees for me and the idea made my heart race and eyes darken with want, growling a little as I step back into your space* Don’t tempt me darling, you know I love your pretty lil mouth. *smirks, reaching down and brushing my thumb across your lips, groaning a little as arousal builds in my stomach, knowing this was risky as we’d be late but god I could never say no to you* You’re too fucking perfect. *reaches down and presses a lingering kiss to your lips, sighing against your mouth*