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reese-tasteslikepepsicola · 4 months

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Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Naked part 2

! READ PART 1. Link down at the very end of this post <3 !

Summary: After Peter sees you naked, he cant stop thinking about it, it’s the only thing he can think about.

Warnings: Peter is a charming loser Mentions of reader being curvy (Srry I’m giving my curvy girls love), kinda smutty but not? Kissing, groping, alcohol consumption. Based on New Girl <3

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Peter lays on his bed, his head wondering to the night before.

Your naked body remains imprinted in his head like a picture, he can remember every detail about.

Your curves, your breasts that he would’ve respectfully grabbed if you let him—if Lauren wasn’t there watching in horror, and your cute ass.

If you told him to get on his knees, kiss your ankles and go down on you, he would do it in an instant—if Lauren wasn’t there.

Peter came to the conclusion at that very moment that he wanted—needed you in his arms at all times.

He didn’t want to just have sex, he wanted to be your boyfriend and treat you like how you should be treated.

Anytime you crossed his mind, his face would heat up and he’d start smiling and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl—it was pissing him off.

You guys always made it clear that you enjoyed being friends and taunting each other for fun.

You both argue too much and are constantly at each other’s throats, something romantic could never happen…right?

You hadn’t spoken to him since you…flashed him with Lauren being there. You were too embarrassed to leave your room after that, refusing to leave your room until Lauren had left and broke contact with Peter.

Deciding to swallow down your worry and embarrassment, you hesitantly knocked on Peter’s door,

“Come in!” Opening the door, you slapped your hand on your closed eyes,

“You don’t have to cover your eyes, y/n. I told you to come in” Peter stated, pretending to be annoyed at your presence even though he was actually waiting for you to come talk to him since the incident,

“Sorry! Just thought we’ve both seen enough nudity these past couple of days” Peter let out a chuckle and nodded, sitting at the edge of his bed with his arms crossed and his legs man spreading, looking up at you,

“I came in here to um—talk?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Talk?” You nodded and whistled, looking around his room awkwardly,

“Yep!” He sat there, waiting for you to say something, his head cockily tilting to the side,

“Your probably wondering why I was laying naked on the floor in your bedroom last night” You said.

He nodded and pursed his lips, hiding a smile,

“You cock blocked me and scared away a poor, innocent girl” He said, laughing. Rolling your eyes, you slapped his chest,

“I know! I feel so bad. She’ll forever know me as the scary naked girl who was hiding in her sneaky link’s bedroom” He shook his head and laughed again,

“I was trying to make it even between us, y’know? I saw your naked body, and I’ll show you my naked body!” You explained. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed,

“Yeah, I get why you did that. Why’d you have to do it when Lauren was coming over, though?” He teased, smirking up at you. You scoffed and shoved him by the forehead,

“I didn’t know she was coming over! You could’ve given the group chat a heads up!” He nodded and stared at the ground,

“So, did you like…see my, y’know…kitty cooter?” You asked awkwardly, poking at his shoulder with a grin.

He cringed and groaned at the word you used,

“I did! I saw everything. Also—kitty cooter? Just call it a vagina at that point” It was your turn to cringe and groan,

“Ew! The word ‘vagina’ sounds absolutely terrible coming out of your mouth, Parker. Never use that word around me again” He scoffed and threw his hands up in defence,

“Geez! Sorry for calling it the scientifically correct name. Never use ‘kitty cooter’ around me again, alright?”

“Since when did you have friends that weren’t me?” Peter asked Ned, as he glanced around the loft that was filled with at least thirteen people,

“I can have friends that aren’t just you. Surprise!” Ned said, scoffing,

“You could’ve asked y/n, Mj and I that you were going to throw a fucking party, dude” He shrugged and grabbed a beer from the fridge, handing it to Peter,

“Didn’t know I had to ask for permission, Daddy” Peter scrunched up his face and took a swig of the beer,

“Whatever” He leaned against the fridge and continued sipping it, starting to wonder where you and Mj were,

“What the hell?!” There you were.

You and Mj had shopping bags in your hands, struggling to hold them all as you scanned the loft full of people in annoyance,

“Who let humans in our loft!” Mj yelled over the music, catching your shoulder with her free hand when you began to lose balance in your steps,

“Let me help” Peter jogged over to you both and grabbed some of the bags,

“Did you invite these people, here? I thought we were your only friends, Parker” You said. He rolled his eyes and slung your purse over his shoulder with sass,

“I didn’t know about this party, either. Ned invited them without telling us” Mj groaned and dropped the bags on the floor,

“I hate it here. I’m going to my room and not coming out until these people leave” She walked away down the hall to her bedroom. You began following along behind her,

“I’m doing the same” Peter trailed behind you like a lost puppy, now holding every single bag you brought home. Getting into your room, you shut the door and pointed to your bed,

“Put the bags there, Bug-boy” He tossed the bags,

“Gently!” You shoved him out the way and double checked that nothing in them broke,

“You’re welcome, Princess” Peter scoffed, sitting down in your fluffy pink chair, leaning back and stretching his arms above his head.

You turned around to face him and almost gasped as his happy trail was showing from where his shirt lifted up. Your attention then focused to how his big muscles flexed through his white shirt.

Jesus Christ.

“So…big” You mumbled as you stared at him. He raised an eyebrow,

“What was that?” Your eyes widened,

“Nothing! I didn’t say anything! Shut up the fuck up” He snorted and ran a hand through his hair,

“Where’d you and Mj go today?” He asked, now manspreading.

Can he stop sitting like a bitch, for fuck sake?

“Uh—we went to Sephora, Walmart, the food court and Victoria Secret. When we were at Victoria Secret this old lady called me a whore for looking at this lingerie set that looked like two tiny triangles and a string of floss” You rolled your eyes at the memory.

He laughed and stood up, walking over to you,

“Aw, that sucks. Old people, am I right?” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a hug. You froze before nuzzling into his arms, sighing contently with your eyes closed, sniffing his armpit,

“Did you just sniff my armpit?” He asked. You could hear a smile in his voice,

“Pffttt—no, I’m not weird” He smirked and hugged tighter, his bicep now completely covering your face.

Is he doing this on purpose?

“You are pretty weird” You hummed to what he said, not recalling paying attention to anything but him.

“Never let go” The words left your mouth before you could really stop them,

“What?”

“Chug, chug, chug, chug!” Everyone chanted as you and Peter were seeing who could chug down a beer faster. You managed to finish first which had everybody cheering and a couple of people ruffling your hair,

“Lick me, Parker!” You yelled, shoving his shoulder. Peter groaned and tossed the can away,

“I wish” He whispered to himself, but smiling as he watched you awkwardly dance in victory to the Pitbull song playing,

“Let’s play a game!” Ned yelled, drunkenly slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“We close our eyes and hold up a number on our fingers, and then on the count of three we open our eyes. Whoever is holding up the same number has to kiss!”

You and Ned sat next to each other while Peter sat across from you, next to a girl named Emily while she sat across from Ned.

Everyone was slowly starting to form little groups, playing different games together since it was still early in the night. You and Peter somehow got roped into playing this stupid game together,

“What are we, twelve?! This game is so stupid” You complained. Peter nodded along to what you were saying,

“Exactly! Also, Ned, I’m not kissing you if we hold up the same number” Ned scoffed,

“Why are you acting like we’ve never made out, before, Peter?” You looked at the both of them confused,

“Wait—

“We never kissed! Anyways, I’m only gonna play if y/n plays” He said, shrugging and staring you down nonchalantly. You squinted your eyes at him and looked over at Emily and asked,

“You playing?” She shrugged and then nodded,

“Okay, cool. I’m playing, then” Peter smiled and leaned forward so that his face was only inches from your’s,

“Damn. I guess I’m playing as well” Your breath hitched at his low tone,

“Yep! I’m playing, too” You repeated, mentally slapping yourself at your weird behaviour,

“Right. I’m gonna play, yep” He said back, now both of you becoming awkward once you guys realized how close your faces were,

“Ahem!” Emily cleared her throat in annoyance, breaking you guys out of your odd, repetitive conversation,

“Everybody shut your eyes, please!” You all did so before Ned began to count,

“Alright, open your eyes” Emily and Ned both had two fingers held up,

“Sweet!” He whispered under his breath before leaning in to kiss Emily.

Peter couldn’t hide his discouraged self when he opened his eyes to see that you both were holding up different.

After two more rounds of just Ned and Emily holding up the same number every time, Peter was getting fed up,

“I’m getting tired of watching you guys kiss, y’know” He said, still staring at you. In fact, he hadn’t stopped staring at you this whole game, this whole night,

“Honestly, me too. At this point, I’ll kiss anyone!” You stated, staring at everybody who was in the room, except for Peter himself. He couldn’t help but frown at that, now feeling like his feelings were one-sided,

“Fine! One more round, okay?” Ned said, closing his eyes and starting to count down to three,

“Open your eyes!” Coincidentally, you and Peter were both holding up four fingers. His heart sped up as he began to blush, but his face fell when he heard your groan and throw your head back,

“No way! I’m not kissing him!” He began to become defensive now, his way of hiding his hurt feelings,

“Well, I don’t want to kiss you either, y/l/n! And by the way, you said you’d kiss anyone!” You rolled your eyes and stood up,

“Whatever! Goodnight” Peter stood up as well in a hurry,

“Goodnight, as well!” He began to trail behind you as you made your way to the hallways to your bedroom,

“Why are you following me?!” You yelled, turning around and flailing your arms,

“I don’t know!?” He yelled back as you guys made your way to your room, the door being slammed shut by Peter,

“Why are you in my room!?”

“I don’t know!?”

You both stood there, simply staring at each other with squinted eyes,

“I didn’t even want to join the party. I just wanted to watch a movie and go to bed ” you mumbled, sighing heavily and sitting on the floor at the foot of your bed, leaning your back against it.

Peter did the same, sitting next to you, his head falling back against the frame,

“Damn. I wanted to invite Lauren over” You whipped your head around to look at him with a scowl, to end up seeing that he was grinning and looking at you already.

He was teasing you.

You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder,

“Not funny, Peter” He doesn’t know why, but the way his name rolled off your tongue had his spidey-senses tingling, his ‘Peter-tingle’ is what May would call it.

An awkward silence fell between you both. There had been many awkward silences since the ‘incident’ a couple of days ago. You guys saw each other naked for god’s sake! That would make any roommates and friends feel awkward for a bit, but it was coming up on a week that you and Peter had that unresolved tension.

Almost like you were reading his mind, you started to speak,

“There’s this weird feeling between us” He glanced over at you and pursed his lips,

“I kinda miss the old us, y’know? The us before we saw each other naked and vulnerable” You let out a small giggle at the end of your sentence. He smiled and scratched his eyebrow while nodding,

“No—yeah, I get what you’re saying” You leaned your head on his shoulder, catching him by surprise,

“I just thought that if I showed you my naked-self back it’d make things less awkward and have everything go back to being—normal?” He let go of a long breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and leaned his cheek on top of your head,

“It did kind of take away my embarrassment…but—

He cut himself and bit his lip,

“But, what?” He puffed out his cheeks and and rubbed his chin.

Just say how you feel, Peter.

“It took away my embarrassment but—it also made me feel things?” You grew confused and raised your head from his shoulder to look at him,

“Feel things?” He looked down in shyness,

“Like—I couldn’t get you off my mind after I saw you in my room…naked” Your face became hot to the touch at his words,

“Not just your naked body, by the way! You’re so much more than your body! What I mean is that—

“Everybody is leaving!” Ned swung the door open, cutting Peter off,

“Oh! Finally” you quickly stood up and sprinted out the room, leaving Peter there to sulk on your bedroom floor,

“You gonna come and say goodbye?” Ned questioned, giving the Spider-boy a weird look,

“Just leave me alone to die”

“Um—okay. What an odd thing to say”

After saying goodbye and doing your nighttime routine in the bathroom, you made your way to your bedroom to find that Peter was no longer in there,

“What a weird night” You whispered to yourself, flopping down on your bed.

You started to think about what Peter had said before, about not being able to stop thinking about your naked body.

The way he said it, in such a nervous but charming way, had you clenching your legs together while replaying it in your head. Did you really have that much of an effect on his mind? Did he like you?

I mean, he did say it wasn’t just your body that he was thinking about. What would he have said if Ned didn’t open the door?

Meanwhile, Peter was in his room at his desk with his head in his hands, his head running wild with thoughts as well,

“You’re so stupid, Peter. You should’ve never said anything to her in the first place” His foot tapped on the ground anxiously, trying to decide if he should never talk to you again (which he knew was not possible and too dramatic), or if he should walk across the hall to your room and tell you everything he has been feeling.

Needing a distraction, you felt around for your phone on your bed, to your end table, and then groaned in annoyance when you remembered you forgot it in the bathroom,

“My god!” You lazily got out of bed and went to the bathroom, grabbed your phone, and started the seemingly endless walk back to your room,

“Holy shit!” You screamed in fear, placing a hand on your chest.

There stood Peter in the hallway,

“Sorry! It’s just me! It’s Peter!” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your forehead,

“Yeah, I know it’s you. Just—why are you standing like slenderman in the middle of the hallway?” He glared at you and ran a hand through his hair,

“I wanted to talk to you but, you look tired and annoyed so, I’ll just let you go to sleep, or whatever” You straightened your back and blinked, your heartbeat beginning to beat rapidly at his words,

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

Peter could sense your heartbeat deep in his ears and a smell that he couldn’t really put a name on, but he liked it, and he knew it meant you were excited. It’s times like these where he’s happy that he is spider-Man. The hairs on his neck stood up as he stepped a little closer to you,

“Your heart is beating really fast” He started to feel cocky as he watched you look down to avoid looking into his face, and how the smell of your arousal was becoming more intense. He placed his hand on your chest,

“Peter” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Yeah?” You cleared your throat and awkwardly looked to the side,

“Your hand is on my boob. That is not my heart” His eyes widened as his cocky demeanour disappeared. He went to snatch his hand away, but to both of your guy’s embarrassment, his hand remained stuck to you,

“Um—

He tried taking it off again,

“I’m starting to think this is not your spider-ness, or whatever. I think you just wanted an excuse to keep your hand on my boob forever” His eyes bulged out of his head and continued to try and take his hand off,

“I did not do it on purpose! I’m sticky! It’s apart of me!” You slapped a hand on your forehead, and grabbed his wrist to make him stop pulling,

“Stop! Rip my shirt off” His face flushed at your words,

“I’m—what?”

“You heard me. You’ve already seen me naked, so just rip it off and we can—talk?” He nervously chuckled at your words,

“Are you sure? Cause—

“Peter”

“Okay, sorry! I’ll just—

A loud tearing sound could be heard,

“Wow”

He stared at your chest, suddenly getting déjà vu, but this time you were wearing a pretty white bra that had a small bow in the front instead of being completely naked.

You crossed your arms over your chest,

“Are we gonna talk, or?” You trailed off, whispering and looking up into his eyes. He sucked in a deep breath and looked into your eyes as well,

“I, uh—we still haven’t kissed. We held up the same number, remember?” He said, walking so close to you that your back was almost against the wall.

Your ripped shirt that was still hanging from his hand finally detached, plopping onto the floor at your feet,

“Peter?” You whispered, biting your lip,

“Fuck” Peter grabbed your bare waist and pressed his lips onto your’s, a surprised gasp coming from you. You placed your arms on his shoulders and practically melted into him.

He felt relief when you didn’t pull away, instead tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging, grinding into him desperately. Remembering that you were still a human who has to breathe, you pulled away and took a deep, shaky breath, Peter as well. You glanced into each other’s eyes, chest moving rapidly,

“I like you” He whispered, gulping. You grinned and pull him back in by his face to your lips. His hands were now experimenting, rubbing your lower back, the straps of your bra, and then your breasts. He let out a high pitch pathetic moan when he squeezed them,

“I cant believe I’m squeezing your boobs right now” you snorted against his lips at his loser-like way of saying it.

You let out a gasp when he unexpectedly picked you up bridal style like you weighed nothing, his super-human strength causing your mind to lead to very sinful thoughts,

“I think it’s so hot your spider-man—and so, strong” You blurted out, staring up at his brown eyes as he kicked your bedroom door open. He smirked at that and gently laid you down on your bed. He stood at the foot of the bed and shrugged, flexing his biceps (on purpose),

“Thanks. I can lift cars and buildings, too. S’like, no big deal or whatever” He looked down at his feet and scratched the back of his neck,

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna like—come here and have sex with me— or?”

“Right! Shit, yeah! Um—

He took his shirt off, hurriedly pulled down his pants and let out an embarrassing girl-ish scream when he tripped over his pants and fell on the ground with a loud thud,

“Oh my god! Peter, are okay?!” His head popped up,

“Yep! Totally good! Don’t even worry about!”

He dove on the bed and made himself comfortable between your legs, making you giggle at his enthusiasm. You guys went back to making out, his kisses beginning to trail to your neck, shoulder, breasts, and stomach. He slowly slid your pyjama shorts down your legs and tossed them behind him. He placed a hand on your boob and the other in your underwear,

“Oh! Peter!” He raised an eyebrow and smirked,

“Wow, barely touched you and your already screaming my name” You screamed his name again and pointed to the window,

“No, Peter! You threw my new expensive shorts out the window!”

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Author: I cut my bangs too short so now I’m going to class everyday with these short fuck-ass bangs

Here’s part 1 down below

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ltsokaylove · 4 months

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“Endroit Sûr” Safe Place

A Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: After a long summer of not being able to write to one another, you reunite in his dorm at the beginning of sixth year.

!Tw!

Scars, very brief mention of abuse

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The amount of relief that flooded her system on the first day of sixth year was astronomical to say the least. Leaving Regulus alone in the company of his family was the last thing she wanted to do, but as a half blood, she didn't really have the option to go with him.

The fall air felt amazing on her face as she walked into the train station. After walking through to platform 9 3/4, her eyes betray her and search the station for Regulus and his family. Her eyes catch on Regulus and his parents before Shes startled out of her staring.

"Y/n!'

She turns and is met with the mischievous face of Sirius.

"Make it any more obvious and my mother will probably come hex you,"

Her face heats up immensely. "Shut up Siri," she mumbles into his chest as he embraces you lovingly. You feel the rumble of a chuckle as it breaks out through his chest. "Missed you idiot,"

"Missed you too chéri," he says with a childlike glint in his eye.

She rolls her eys playfully, pushing herself out of his grasp.

"I know, I know it'll always be my brother," he dramatically sniffles and grabs his arm as if he's physically wounded.

"Oh toughen up Padfoot!" James yells from behind her, tackling them both simultaneously and pulling her into a warm hug.

They find Remus and Peter before retreating into your usual compartment.

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Hogwarts felt a little different this time around, colder maybe? Or maybe the only thing that was bothering her was the fact that she couldn't get Regulus to look at her once throughout the entire feast, and he wasn't in his usual compartment on the train.

Her heart ached for him, and it wasn't a feeling she liked. The entire walk back to the Gryffindor common room her mind spiraled on how she would get James to lend you his cloak.

The second the boys ventured up the stairs to their dorm you were on their tails.

"Y/nnn, what do you want? To see us naked? Were gonna change."

She snorts, "Fuck off James I need your cloak".

James is laying stomach down on his bed facing her, his legs kicking up like a schoolgirl. "What for dear Y/n?" He teases with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes at his antics. "You know,"

"Fine"

"Thank you so muc-"

"But you're doing my charms homework for a week"

Her smile dissipates, "Fine, James, give it".

He smiles mischievously tossing it at her head.

"You little-"

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You threw the cloak over your body, cradling it close as you stealthily navigated the hallways to the Slytherin common room like you had so many times before.

She creeps into his dorm silently, praying his roommates aren't there, even though she knows they're definitely out partying with the Ravenclaws since its their first night back.

The first thing she sees is beautiful, Regulus laying on his side with his back to her. The candlelight perfectly illuminates the muscles in his back. The breath is almost stolen from her as she admires the candid beauty of him, until she almost has a heart attack as she notices the scars running at his lower back.

She drops the cloak immediately, "Reg?" He doesn't even have a chance to be surprised before you're on the bed next to him cautiously examining his body, or the parts of it that aren't shielded by the black satiny sheets of his bed.

"Mon chéri?" he asks cautiously looking at you, as if its you that should be breaking down instead of him. "Why are you here?"

"God Reg, I've been so worried about you".

His stoic expression immediately drops when he sees the look on your face, he takes a slightly shuddering breath before exhaling.

"And when I couldn't find you on the train, or get you to look at me during dinner, I thought I messed it up somehow-"

He sits up, "You didn't do anything, wrong, I promise-"

She sighs, gently running a hand through his dark curls. "I don't even care about that right now, Reg. What happened?"

He looks at her with a heartbreakingly vulnerable expression, like he's ready to beg her for mercy. But for what? She doesn't know.

He's shaking, "Remember I love you so much, I would never hurt you or let anyone else-"

She swallows, "What is it Reg? I can take it,"

After a few beats he breaks the silence, "I got the mark- I didn't want to-" he swallows, "I just don't want to die yet".

He studies the expression on her face, "Please don't leave me," his voice is so tiny and desperate that you almost didn't hear the small plead.

"No, no. Of course I'm not leaving you- I'm just a little shocked as all," she immediately pulls him into her arms. As she does so she gets a view of the rest of the scars along his torso and chest and she starts to tear up, heartbroken. "What did they do to you,"

He seems pained but sounds unbothered when he answers you, "Oh you know," he laughs lightly, "Just mother".

She doesn't laugh with him. "I don't want you to stay in that house.."

"Its not that easy-"

"I know its just- I worry. I couldn't fathom losing you".

"You've got me," with says with finality, leaving no room for argument or dismissal.

She embraces him tighter.

"Stay the night love?" he asks looking down at her with hope filled eyes.

She grins hesitantly, "I was just about to ask".

He walks over to his closet and tosses her a sweater and sweatpants. “Here get comfy”.

She nods thankfully before quickly changing, ignoring the heat pooling in her stomach as she feels him watching her intently.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer,” she giggles throwing her old shirt at him.

He rolls his eyes playfully, and pulls her by the waist back into bed. His arms tighten around him and he pulls her closer, all the tension in his body disappearing the moment she touches him.

“You really are my endroit sûr, mon chéri,“

“Endroit sûr?” She asks quietly, face buried into the crook of his neck.

“Safe place, your my safe place darling”.

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kusagrasskusa · 3 years

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Michael Myers X Short! Reader - Part 2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Y/N was in the kitchen, preparing to make a chocolate shake because, uh, chocky shakes are quite scrumptious if I do say so myself, and I do say so. She grabbed the stool next to the small island in the kitchen and used it to get on top of the counter. She clicked her tongue, keeping her mind on her surroundings in case her roommate, Michael, were to teleport through sheer force of will and pull her down. But she didn't hear him coming.

Y/N grabbed the blender and looked around the room to make sure her stool wasn't moved when she wasn't looking. When Michael would do that, she'd fall down since it's like walking down the stairs but missing a step, making you fall down and lose your will to breath. Of course, Y/N should be smart enough to just look down or get down slowly to see if the stool is there, but that solution would be too simple and intelligent for the likes of this story.

Y/N got off the counter and kicked the stool off the side, looking around more. "Huh,"she clicked her tongue, shrugging off her paranoia. She plugged in the blender and grabbed the ice cream tub she got earlier, scooping some out and putting it in the cup of the blender. She hummed to herself as she poured in milk and whatever toppings she wanted, like oreos or something.

It was about 8am, meaning it was almost time for her to go to work. Usually Michael would be watching tv, doing something out back, or whatever else he does, but she strangely couldn't find him. It was weird for him to just be missing. But to be fair, he's an adult who can leave whenever we he wants.

I sighed, as I turned on the blender, my eyes turning dull from boredom. It felt like a weight was put on her shoulders from the disappointment, but at least getting to work on time would be easier. Michael wasn't used to a modern day home so I would usually have to go on a rundown of things to and not to do before I left. A smile lifted my face as I think back, simultaneously pouring the shake into a cup and putting it in my fridge for now.

I take a large breath again before heading to my room, pushing the door open with a silent squeak coming from it. It smelled like slight dust which kinda makes since because who the hell has time to clean anything, am I right? No one, because this story takes place in America and anyone who's lives in a different country before being here can tell you that a lot for us are depressed because America is designed to be repeatative. Like, can we please do anything other than wake up, work, go watch TV at home, then sleep? Can we have a week long festival instead of getting drunk and shooting fireworks one day in July?

I shake the thoughts that suddenly appeared in my head off, sighing as I walked to my closet. "I need to take schizophrenia pills, I swear," I mumble as I pull open the sliding door— "Yo, what the hell!-"

There the skyscraper was, right in the middle of the same closet where I keep my hoodies. He stared at me for a good four seconds, a dull expression but anyone can tell from the look in his eye that he was shookyth. Probably because he didn't his mask on but who knows.

It was a great battle honestly; as soon as I realized he was maskless, I pulled my phone out quickly for a picture, but he ran at me and took the phone away. Obviously, I wasn't gonna let that slide so I did what anyone would in the situation; kick them in the shjn because that's what everyone was thinking, right? He reactively brought his hands down fast a protection reflex, giving me enough time to grab his hand.

His grip was stronger than the strength of flex tape however, so I couldn't pull it off him before I was shoved back. I landed on my back, but tried to get back up. But hah, that would mean adding more to the "battle" so of Michael held me down after throwing the phone on the bed. "Michael, get off!" I yelled as his hands squeezed my wrists. It was embarrassing to be straddled when I had so much pride, but this isn't in a situation where I can enjoy it and act like a flustered schoolgirl!

I tried to kick my legs, but that didn't work either. I was never gonna get out of his grip but still, struggling to get out was er than admitting defeat so it's worth it. "Come on! You're heavy enough to kill me, so get up and fight like a man!" Michael had held his head down so getting a good view from my perspective wasn't easy. Basically, his head was above my chest (it's the easiest easy to describe my visionnnn) so him looking down only gives the view of his hair and forehead.

"Michael! Where you looking for that hoodie from a week ago? What were you even doing!" I shouted, cause you gotta make sure you keep that pride. I gave a couple seconds of waiting before sighing loudly, limping. Because screw that line in the same paragraph about pride, am I right? Then, he mumbled. It wasn't a word I don't think, considering it sounded more like a groan as conformation. I shivered a bit, still not used to the sound of his voice.

"Is...that a yeah?" He then nodded, but kept his head low. "Um, alright... Well, let me up and I'll get it for you, okay?" Michael then let go, standing up and helping me up in the process. "Thank you," I stated as I walked over to the closet, pulling out two hoodies. One for me, and that blue one for him. When I turned to hand his to him, he sadly put his mask on already, making me sigh again. I handed the hoodie and smiled at him.

"There you go! Let me know if you need anything else before I go, kay?" I spoke as I put on my hoodie then fixing my slightly messed up hair. He put on his hoodie, not responding in any way so I assumed nothing else was needed. I pat his arm and said bye as I walked out of the bedroom. I grabbed the oreo shake and walked out of the house, locking the door.

I shivered in bed, trying to sleep. It doesn't snow much here therefore what's basically a blizzard to happen is definitely surprising. It's worse that I have an old house; the temperature of the house really depends on the outside. There's few vents, so freezing air easily makes it into the house. And get this; the heater conveniently broke! Hah! Who's gonna come fix with weather? It's so funny it makes me want to curl up and cry, haha.

I guess it seems like I'm overreacting, but the house's temperature really is freezing because of the snow. Plus it's night out, so it's even colder. "It felt like summer yesterday though," I mumbled to myself, holding the covers tightly around me. I pressed me face closer to the pillow, closing my eyes tigher with stress. We all know a cold pillow is great but a cold cover is miserable. Michael had it worse however.

He slept on the couch with a few covers rather than a thick mattress and comforter. He got up a few times to microwave food so at least it'll make him a little warmer, but it didn't help much of course. Michael's been shot, ran over, beaten, and so many other things so the cold is nothing to him. But given the conditions he lives in, it wouldn't be wrong to use what he can to be more comfortable. Such as sleeping in a bed for once.

Just the thought of a bed sounded nice to him. The couch was small for someone tall enough to slap the top of the ceiling in schools that probably had some encouraging message on it. Michael pulled the covers off him, sitting up and stretching. His mask was off at the moment but it was too dark for anyone to notice luckily for him. He made his way towards the bedroom, opening the door silently and closing it.

Y/N frowned, nearly falling asleep at this point. Michael made his way over, softly leaning on the bed before laying on it. He wrapped his arm around Y/N for a little of warmth, since snuggles is nice I think. I wouldn't know, I've never dated. He nuzzle into the crook of her neck, closing his eyes. It was silent aside from the strangely obnoxious sound of wind from outside. I wouldn't know if that happens irl, it finally snowed for the first time where I lived and it was so little that the snow didn't pile up.

It was peaceful and Michael almost fell asleep until he heard a small snore from Y/N. Not the loli snore kind, no, I'm not a big fan of "adorable sneezes, yawns, or snores." This is the kind that you never want a significant oth set to wake you up to tell you about. Okay, maybe that not extreme but it was loud enough to be heard.

Michael felt a small smile go on his lips, intertwining his fingers with Y/N's hair. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep now. But his sleep was cut short when a loud squeak shook the house. He shook awake, sitting up immediately and looked around. All there was was a smol reader with a large smile on her face. The lamp besides the bed was turned on, showing a soft reddish feel to the room that made her blush excusable.

His look of concern fell to annoyance when he realized where the yell came from. He sighed, going deep into the covers with his back facing her. Y/N scoffed, "hey! Don't judge me! This is a three in a lifetime experience!" She huffed and pulled her phone out from under her pillow. She already got a picture of his face and hiding the picture would be easy. Uh, maybe. Y/N smirked as she plugged her phone it and turned off the lamp. She sjufgled into the covers, wrapping her smol arm around him this time.

"Goodnight~"

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Over the weeks and months Sophie’s control of James continued and he remained in chastity and at her beck and call, she stayed at the flat most weekends, initially telling her parents she was sleeping at friends houses but eventually things slipped out where she was actually speaking. Sophie’s mum was very concerned that Sophie was sleeping with James, and when she asked, Sophie just laughed and promised to show her the truth.

That very Friday after school, James picked Sophie up and drove her to the apartment, Sophie was in a playful mood and teased James mercilessly, suggesting that if he was exceptionally good that weekend he might be allowed an erection, that would be a real treat, the first time it would be unlocked in almost 6 months, but on the flip side if she wasn’t happy with him it would be her 16th birthday when he next got the chance again! he resolved to do exactly as his owner demanded that weekend, he wasn’t going to let this chance slip, he couldn’t wait another 18 months for a hard on! Surely she wouldn’t do that. Would she?

You know the rules loser, soon as we’re in the flat, your male clothes come off and after you’ve fetched me a drink you can put on your daisy dukes and crop top for starters. “Yes Miss Sophie” came the obedient reply. Up the stairs he ran to try beat the lift, arriving just as the doors opened and the gorgeous teen exited, he unlocked the door and opened it so she could walk in. Quickly he followed her inside and she leaned on the door preventing him from closing. “Chop chop faggot” she ordered and he was forced to strip right there in the open doorway, potentially in view of the neighbours. Quickly he removed his outer clothes and stood at attention, hands on head, wearing just a pink thong. She slammed the door shut and he kept out of his skin, sauntering into the lounge she clicked her fingers “heel” she commanded, faggot dropped to his knees and crawled after the perfect girl.

“Fetch me a beer and some crisps then you can get dressed loser” faggot crawled to the kitchen and collected the items swiftly returning to Sophie’s feet. Handing the refreshments over, he was dismissed with a wave. He went to his box room and dressed as instructed in the cut off denim shorts which revealed the bottom of his arse cheeks and his sparkly crop top. Miss Sophie reasoned that as men like James liked outfits like these, they should wear them too! So she often had him dressed in clothes designed for teenage girls, in fact his wardrobe consisted of tonnes of these things! From daisy dukes, to yoga pants to French maid uniforms and bikinis and finally the Pervert’s dream... a proper school uniform! She often had him in this when he was being punished. She was well aware of the looks she got in hers and how men wanted to spank her bottom, so got James one to match, only his skirt was shorter, much shorter than hers!

Faggot dressed as quickly as possible and returned to Sophie’s side, hands on head at attention waiting for her to acknowledge him, he waited, just waited. She was on the phone and he knew better than to interrupt her, stood where he was he couldn’t help but hear the conversation, or at least half of it! His stomach dropped with what he heard

“You must come over and see the flat. Yes. Of course. No it’s no problem. Yes. We can have a few drinks. Of course he will. No he won’t. James can cook us something nice to eat. Yes I’m sure. Great. We’ll pick you up at 6.” Just then she put the phone down.

She turned to James and inspected her property running her hands over his smooth skin, her touch made his cock twitch “hmmmm you feel so good all smooth, aren’t you a good little faggot, a good loser for me” she teased knowing what she did to him.

“Thank you Miss Sophie” he replied

“Right loser, you heard part of that phone call, we’re having mum over tonight, she’s worried that you’re fucking me, I told her nothing was further from the truth but she needs to see for herself how we live. I want you on your best behaviour tonight, don’t you dare show me up faggot.” Sophie revealed to James “just to remind you of what might happen in going to give you a quick punishment session, just to get you in the right frame of mind” faggot trembled, he hated the punishment sessions Sophie delivered, he was a wimp and his eyes pleaded for mercy, but none was forthcoming.

“Quickly loser get changed into your school uniform I want you back here with my hairbrush, slipper and cane .... you’ve got 3 minutes.... GO” she ordered, starting the stopwatch on her iPhone 11.

He dashed to the box room and stripped out of his outfit folding it neatly. Retrieving the white knee socks he pulled them up his legs and checked that they were level, training bra next, that was white cotton with teddy bears on and the matching knickers. Next freshly ironed white blouse and blue and gold striped tie, lastly his very short navy blue pinafore dress and navy blue gym knickers. Checking himself in the mirror he looked very smart but very foolish. He took the punishment tools from the hanger on the back of his bedroom door, where they lived all the time when not in use and returned to the lounge, just as the timer beeped. Phew he thought... just in time.

“Well done faggot” Sophie praised him “ don’t you look pretty? I think I could make some good money out of that sissy body of yours” sh chuckled “you make a sexy schoolgirl I reckon there’s loads of pervs like you who’d love to cane and fuck you.... “ she left the threat hanging there. Patting her knee, “come on then girlie, let’s get this started”

“Pweese mith Sophie pweese will you take down twis naughty gwils pwanties down and spwank her bottom pweese” he lisped to her.

“Of course I will, if that’s what you really want and need” and he nodded with tears in his eyes....she dragged the knickers down and he obediently laid across her lap. She rubbed his bottom gently before unleashing a volley of hard smacks with her hand, she hit so hard! He kicked his feet she chuckled to herself. God he’s a wimp she thought.20 blows in and he was crying away! There was moisture everywhere, tears on the floor under his head and juice in her knickers. She was soaking wet! God she loved life!!

“Having fun” she asked not needing an answer “well I am” she laughed.... “5 more and I’ll have a go with the slipper.” She laid on 5 more extra hard strokes and moved on to the plimsole, laying 12 hard slaps on each cheek. He was a mess, tears streaming down his face and now snot too, he was openly blubbing and she was close to cumming.

She pushed him off her lap “fetch me another beer boy and be quick” he gingerly stood and bent to pull his knickers up “leave them where they are, we haven’t finished yet” Sophie instructed. His stomach sunk again and scurried to the fridge, oh how he wished he could rub the cold beer bottle on his red hot butt.

“Lick that mess up off the floor and then while I’m having my drink you practice your deep throating on the 10 inch black cock.... how well you do that will decide how harsh round 2 goes”

He licked the snot and tears up, showing Sophie his mouth full before swallowing the load. He fetched the cock and knelt in front of Sophie, he so wanted to make her proud, he’d spent the last week practicing at every opportunity and could nearly take the whole thing. He was determined to do it today.... Sophie had told him she expected him to take a 12 inch cock eventually, when he could do that, she would find him real cocks to suck for her.

He worked the cock in and out, worshipping the tool. He got 6,7,8 inches in and held. He forced himself down further 9 ... nearly there, he held himself down 5, 10 seconds. Up and back down all the way this time. “Hold it” she said “30 seconds 29,28,27,26” his eyes watered “20,19,18,17... good boy... keep it there” the praise spurred him on “look at me, eye contact is important when cock sucking faggot” he looked at her, she was happy, pleased with him “ 3,2,1 well done faggot” his heart leapt, she was pleased!

“After that show, i need to get you a bigger cock and you can soon start earning me some money.... you pleased me there so I’m not going to hairbrush your arse, and I’ll only give you 6 with the cane.... for now. Quick now, bend over the chair arse up legs straight”

He jumped into position and waited for her, she run her hand over his warm butt “this is hot faggot, I bet it’s quite sore isn’t it?” She said rhetorically “still it’ll be a but sorer soon! Maybe even worse by the time the nights over” she threatened. She quickly laid her first stroke on “hmmmmmmm” he cried and his legs went “keep them legs straight, I’d hate to have to start over” he resolved to stay in position for the last 5 quickly delivering the remainder one after the other. He sobbed again he hated the cane but she loved it.

“Put your toys back on the hook for now, we might need them later though, fetch my toy from the Master bedroom tuck your skirt up so I can see my handiwork and get in the corner.”

He dashed around the flat, knickers still around his ankles hanging the punishment tools up and fetching Miss Sophie’s small vibrator, he handed the device over and returned to the corner nose pressed to the wall arse on display.

The only noise in the flat was the gentle buzz of James’s owners toy and her quiet moans he could smell her juices and was pleased that somehow he had turned the beautiful girl on. She brought herself off to a mind blowing orgasm and relaxed for a few minutes, gently playing with her nipples with the toy.

She walked to the corner and rubbed her finger across his top lip, leaving her scent for him to enjoy. She scratched her nails across his welted bottom delighting in his pain.

Leaving him in place “stay” was the simple command. Returning 5 minutes later “I’m going for a shower, once you hear the water running you can leave the corner.... pick up my clothes, tidy up, then I’ve laid some clothes on your bed for you to wear”

Yes Miss Sophie he replied.

5 minutes later he heard the shower and Sophie sexy voice singing away, swiftly he got to his tasks tidying up and stripping out of his school uniform putting everything in the wash. He dressed in his outfit of 6 inch butt plug pink thong, yoga pants, training bra, belly top and black tracksuit top with pick stripes on the sleeve.

Sophie dressed in her tight jeans and crop top and surprisingly didn’t leave the bathroom a tip.

It was now time to go pick up their guest. As usual Sophie rode in the lift and faggot ran down the stairs. He opened the car door for his delightful owner and they drove to her mums house. On the way there she gave him his instructions “ when we get to mums you will open the car door for her, you will address her as mummy dearest, you will do WHATEVER I say instantly or I swear to god I’ll break the cane on your balls, do you hear me faggot” she threatened him.

Yes Miss Sophie I’ll be on my very best behaviour for you and mummy dearest, I won’t let you down Miss Sophie he promised

“Make sure you don’t or you’ll regret it” leaving the threat hanging there.

Pulling up outside the home, faggot stepped out of the car and opened the rear door, allowing mummy dearest to step inside. The drive down to the apartment was quiet and the atmosphere frosty, Sophie’s mum didn’t think that James was fucking Sophie and had thought of informing the police, it was only Sophie intervention and promise to reveal all that stopped her.

James parked the car and opened the doors for the 2 females, calling the lift and dashing up the stairs to meet it at the other end, just in time he opened the flat, allowing both ladies inside.

“Fetch me a beer and mum a glass of wine and be quick about it” Sophie instructed and he quickly obeyed, Sophie’s mum looking quizzically. They sat on the sofa and he returned with the drinks and a few nibbles on a tray holding it out for the ladies to take. Sophie said “put them down on the table there” pointing at the small coffee table “go to your room and wait for us there, we’ll be there in a while when I’ve had a chat with mum” She looked at him to answer her correctly and the words fell out of his mouth “yes Miss Sophie” he slid out of the lounge and into his box room. Stripping out of his clothes and dressing in the French maids uniform Sophie had left out for him, he took the 5p coin from his bedside table and retired to the corned, nose holding the coin, hands on head. Waiting, just waiting.

Meanwhile Sophie explained the situation to her mum, who was aghast and still didn’t cruelty believe, back in the box room the little maid could hear the girls talking, giggling, then he heard them get up for the tour of the flat.

Sophie took her mum to her master bedroom and explained that faggot was only allowed in here for cleaning duties and never to sleep in the bed, whether Sophie was here or not. Then she showed mum the guest room, where some of Sophie’s friends had stayed over... often they’d share Sophie’s bed, but it was thee just in case, finally he heard the handle lower on his bedroom door and Sophie pushed the door open, faggot remained in position perfectly still, she leg mum into the room closing the door behind. Mum spotted the punishment tools on the back of the door and faggot in the maid uniform. “What the actual fuck Sophie” .... “see I told you mum, James is my slave, he does what I tell him and I punish him.... you should have done this to dad!” The ladies sat on faggots bed, Sophie clicked her fingers, “here boy” the loser lowered his hands, collecting the coin and turned to face his owner. He bobbed a neat curtesy and minced to his betters. Sophie was pointing at her foot, so gracefully he sunk to his knees and kissed her toes, all 10 of them. Looking up Sophie was nodding and he knew what was expected “excuse me mummy dearest but it would please me greatly if you’d allow this loser to worship your feet” he begged.

Mummy thought about this then replied “okay you fucking loser, let’s see what’s this is all about” he spent the next 15 minutes lavishing love on those 30 year old feet.

“Up” commanded Sophie and faggot rose to his feet “display” she ordered, he lifted the hem of his petticoats and dress to reveal the chastity belt “see mum he can’t fuck me even if I wanted” mummy was curious about the keys whereabouts and Sophie explained, she was still unhappy about the situation, but eventually relented and agreed not to let the police know, and that the relationship could continue, but only on a few conditions. Which she’d explain later.

“Turn” commanded Sophie, and he displayed he plugged arse and well punished bottom to mummy dearest she played with the stripes causing him to jump in pain.

Sophie stood up and with her mum following left the room, she clicked again “heel boy” and the loser scampered behind his beautiful owner.

He was instructed to fetch more drinks and then shut himself in the kitchen and cook mummy dearest her favourite meal. The menu was onion bhajis, meat samosas, popadoms, chicken balti, naan bread served with rice. All freshly cooked and served by the loser. He stood at attention whilst the two ladies relaxed, chatted and ate. The meal was delicious and there was hardly any scraps left on the plates. “Make coffee, clear up and then we’ll have a fashion show missy” decided Sophie. Faggot curtsied and quickly got about its task, serving the superiors freshly ground coffee. He spoke “ excuse me mummy dearest, but how do you like your coffee?”

“I like it like my men faggot.... hot and strong!” Both females chuckling, faggot bobbed another curtesy and poured the drinks.

After washing the pots and tidying the kitchen faggot stood at attention between the ladies Sophie skid her hand up his short dress and felt his welted bottom, causing him pain and his clitty to twitch, mummy dearest noticed and did the same, flicking the front up and saw his clit dribbling precum....she caught it with her finger and offered it to his mouth, he gratefully sucked her finger clean.

“You know faggot if you will insist on dressing in such sexy clothes you’d better get used to being felt up” Sophie said, patting his bottom... “run along now and start our fashion show”

faggot spent the next hour changing from outfit to outfit showing himself off to his betters. Starting with a little girls party dress, gymnast, skater chick, lap dancer, secretary, cheerleader, tutu, air hostess, PE kit (Sophie’s old one) and finally school uniform.

Sophie’s mum had a great evening but was still very sceptical...

“Strip to just your underwear boy and you can serve as a footrest while we have a chat” mummy ordered.

He curtesied and obeyed stripping to the white cotton panties, white vest and knee length white socks, position himself in front of the sofa for the ladies feet.

They sauntered over plopping themselves down on the sofa and flopped their legs on his back. Sophie curled her left foot “kiss” she ordered and he worshipped like his life depended on it. He was turned around so he could worship mummy’s feet.

They chatted and Sophie eventually persuaded mummy to let this continue, reasoning that she could be out at the park on a weekend with her mates getting pregnant instead she was being treated like royalty and wouldn’t ever need to work! James was loaded and had his own successful business.

There were conditions of course :-

1, mummy could borrow loser for a couple of evenings a week to do her housework (and anything else she wanted)

2, mummy would supervise Sophie releasing faggots chastity belt.

3, mummy would be employed at James company.

She said there may be more in the future but that would do for now!

Sophie and James were delighted he kissed and kissed her feet slobbering all over her Sophie hugged her mum.

The weeks went by with faggot staying locked, his Male underwear long gone, mummy dearest now office manager at his security company, she’d inspect his underwear choice every morning at work, and as he was constantly leaking insisted he wore a condom over the chastity belt and a sanitary towel in his knickers... these knickers were always the cast offs of his owner Sophie or mummy dearest.

He’d spend every Monday and Thursday evenings at mummy dearests home doing the cleaning, washing, ironing etc. At work mummy would often have him run errands like taking dry cleaning, taking the car to be washed, fetching coffees etc.

That weekend it was his birthday, he’d be 34, both girls knew this but didn’t let on... Friday he picked Sophie up from school and she insisted on going to Meadowhall shopping centre for an hour or so. They entered the main mall and Sophie went to town buying herself new clothes on his credit card, him following obediently behind carrying the bags stepping forward to pay. She really enjoyed herself especially choosing bikinis and underwear asking him if he thought she’d look good in them! She bought a tiny white bikini, it was literally 3 triangles on a piece of string. How he’d love to see her in that, alas a new rule prevented him from looking above her ankles when she was dressed sexy. His cock leaked some more precum as he imagined her perfect, beautiful, tight body in it. She noticed and laughed “go change your condom” she whispered to him. He quickly returned and offered the used one to her, she took it and poured the contents into his mouth “swallow” he complied and she thrust the used rubber in his mouth, “suck it clean boy” humiliated as he was he obeyed the teen and sucked his jizz out of the rubber.

She was so hot and wet at her dominance she could hardly wait to get home and play with her pussy!

Walking in the main mall, she suddenly decided to sit down on one of the benches, “James, be a dear and tie my shoelace please” she asked, he knelt down right there in the busy mall, and retied her beautiful white trainer. “And the other one” she said sweetly, he obeyed ..... “right, I want you to place a kiss on my toe” he hesitated, he couldn’t do that in the mall could he? “I haven’t forgotten whose birthday it is this weekend, I’d have to have to cancel your gift” he gulped, knowing she was talking about his erection, that was his present from Sophie, his cage was getting unlocked. “I’d hate to postpone it for a year I was so looking forward to tonight” she teased “ I might even wear the new bikini for you” he bent and quickly pressed his lips to her right foot “that’s wasn’t much of a kiss, try harder on my left foot now” he belt again, this time she raised her right foot and pressed it on the back of his neck “stay” she commanded, a little too loud, and people turned around laughing, giggling, snapping pictures. She held him in place for what felt like an hour but in reality was no more than 15 - 20 seconds. Eventually she released him “up” she commanded and walked away, he followed behind, her skirt swishing sexily as she walked to the exit. He dashed behind in abject humiliation, carrying the 7 shopping bags, hoping to reach the door before her so he could open it.

Back in the car he began to sob in humiliation and she cuddled him, kissing him on the cheek, “awww I’m sorry baby” she said “but you’ve made me so horny in there, you’ve never made a girl as wet as that in your life before!” She put her head in his lap and nuzzled his chastised cock, “is your little clitty getting a treat tonight?” She asked sexily....

On the drive home she teased his nipples and his clitty, offering him hope for tonight, she was going to get him off, that would be his best ever birthday present! Well until the day he could sleep with her! “When we get home, you’re to sprint up the stairs with the shopping, if you beat me up in the lift you’ll get your treat, if not well you’ll have to learn to run a bit faster in the next 12 months” she was wet at the thought of denying him for another year, but no she wanted this to go to plan. They parked up and she got out walking to the lift “come and call the lift for me faggot” he called the lift and returned to the car for the shopping racing up the stairs, knowing it was nearly impossible, Sophie on the other hand had stopped on the 2nd and 4th floor so he’d win.

He stood there, red, out of breath on the doorstep waiting his owner. She ambled over standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek, “well done pussy boy, you’ve earned your present. Open the door then strip naked before you come in MY home, take my clothes to my bedroom, unpack and hang them up .... you know the rules, kiss the bottom of and panties or trousers before they get put away, then go to your room and follow the instructions in there.”

He quickly curtsied and began to strip, she closed the door and went to the lounge, naked, he tried the door, it was locked. He rang the bell “who is it?” The sexy girl replied “please Miss Sophie it’s your faggot” .... “wont be a minute” she made him wait a couple of minutes naked there on his doorstep! Opening the door she held her hand up stopping him, “yes faggot what would you like” she asked, “please Miss Sophie, may faggot bring your clothes shopping in and put it in your wardrobe please?” He begged “okay” she said “but whenever you enter MY home you will kiss my shoes before you pass the door mat, so right there he dropped to his knees and worshipped her trainers. She ushered him in and closed the door, slapping his arse, “hurry up loser I want to get this over with”

He quickly complied with his task enjoying kissing the underwear, knowing that very soon it would be touching her delightful bottom, imagining him kissing those perfect cheeks. He was so horny at what she did to him in the shopping centre, he thought he’d blow his load right there and then.

Returning to his room, the instructions were there, cuff your legs and right hand to the bed and wait for me.... I’ll do the left hand when I get there. He knew his time was coming! 9 months without a hard on and now Sophie would be giving him the best present ever! He lay there for about 30 minutes or so whilst Sophie watched TV and chatted on the phone. She poked her head around the door “won’t be long now lover boy” she teased closing the door again. She returned a good 20 minutes later, wearing the white bikini, his eyes popped out of his head and quickly averted his eyes, “awww baby, you can look today, it’s your birthday” he stared at her amazing body my god she was hot, he was in love .... she peaked off his condom and poured the contents in his mouth “hmmm you’ve been a busy sissy, look how wet you are girlie” he swallowed the load, she swished out of the room, he stared at her arse, it was amazing, returning with a tray she placed it down on the bedside table. She pulled back the towel just enough so he couldn’t see the contents.... grabbing the ice from the bowl she dropped it onto his crotch, shrivelling the clitty down some more. “Need to get the little guy to a smaller size, before we unlock him sissy” she pulled the key from her necklace and unlocked the padlock. Standing up, she teased “well that’s you unlocked, will that do for this year faggot?”

Aww please Miss Sophie don’t leave me like that, he begged and begged her, she backed up towards him and offered her bottom to him, just out of reach... “kiss my arse loser” he strained as far as the cuffs would allow just reaching her bottom, he planted reverent kisses to it, she was really enjoying herself now. “Okay faggot, you’re 31 years old today so that means you get 31 seconds out of your cage then it’s straight back in whether you cum or not! And don’t forget next year you get another second a full 32, up until your 35th birthday but then it’s downhill from then on .... cumming is a young mans game, it’s not good for your heart so every year after you lose 7 seconds, so on your 36th birthday it’s 28 seconds 37th 21, 38th 14, 39th 7 and it’s all over with before you’re 40.” He continued to worship her behind as she explained his future “don’t worry though, you’ll be trained to cum from being fucked in the arse” she added.

She pointed at the corner of the room and he spotted the camera, “mum is supervising you, like she said she would faggot, she’s had cameras put in all over the flat to keep an eye on you”

Sophie set up the timer on her phone for 34 seconds and released the cage, his limp clitty flopped out and she held the cock loosely, “well hump my hand loser” she said she started the timer and he jumped away for a few seconds, just then Sophie received a text, she removed her hand and replied to the text, “keep humping faggot” he humped away at fresh air, no friction to get him off “it’s Jordan, she wants to know if she can come over later.... that’s okay isn’t it?” Sophie watched as he continued to thrust his cock up and down .... “beeep beeep beeeep the noise came from her phone “awww too bad sissy, you’re times up... I’d have thought you’d be able to cum in my presence in that time faggot” she teased. She iced his clitty back down, “time to get this back in its cage, well try again in another year loser” he cried and begged and begged, it wasn’t fair, she’d only touched him for 5 seconds, please could they try again without interruption. She laughed at him crying “awww my poor sissy, okay, I’ll let you have another go, but I want you to start me a trust fund up paying £2500 a month and give me 10% of your business” he agreed immediately. A high price for another 34 seconds of her hand. She played with his cock like an expert teasing him and making him cum in 33 seconds, she caught the load on a condom and made him eat it all. Quickly icing him down and refitting the belt. She uncuffed him and he followed her to the lounge, she teased his balls to make his clitty excited again.... only then did he realise, she’d used a smaller cage and fitted it with spikes. He was in agony! “Hope you like your new cage faggot, that’s what you’re wearing for the next year, until we get you a smaller one.

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Mankiller, Part 5

Hello there! I’m back again, with Part 5! Frederick and Sylvia’s dinner date has ended, and Sylvia invited Frederick in. After some back and forth banter, they’re both ready to stop playing around and get down to business. Sylvia, determined to get Frederick under her spell and secure an information source by using her feminine charms, and Frederick, intent on enjoying a good thing while it lasts. Here’s your big, fat NSFW WARNING! Nearly 5,000 words of utter smut. Enjoy, lovelies! <3

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Frederick’s mind was bustling with thoughts, all scrambling to get to the front of his consciousness, like a subway platform packed with ornery passengers. This night had already been unbelievable. For the first time in however long, Frederick had gone on a date. With an actual woman. An attractive one, at that. One who wanted to have sex with him.

He wouldn’t have believed it, but here stood the evidence, right in front of him. The evidence clothed only in a lacy thong and a pair of high heels. The same evidence that was now pressing her breasts against him so that their naked chests met, and he could feel her soft warmth.

“What are you going to do now?” Sylvia repeated, one eyebrow raised in anticipation. Her voice was as smooth as silk as she egged him on. There was a playful note of challenge in her voice—as if she was just daring him to take her. At that thought, Frederick let out a low groan. How desperately he wanted her...but he was afraid.

Afraid of what? He asked himself. She’s already seen your scar, and that didn’t stop her. If that isn’t enough, I don’t know what is.

He allowed himself to concede just a little. Reaching his hands up, he entwined them in her soft locks. She took this as an invitation to steal a kiss. And what an exquisite kiss it was.

It was tender. So tender Frederick could almost fool himself into believing it was full of emotion for him. Though it was a pleasant idea, Frederick was no foolish young boy, and he knew better than to believe a woman like Sylvia could truly be interested in a man like him. For her, he was a means to an end. Her temporary flare of passion, a barter for the information he could give her. He tried not to be bitter as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

He pulled away from her kiss to look into her eyes and found that in this light, they glittered ever so slightly. A sheepish smile played at Sylvia’s lips, as if she knew she had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. His heart did an odd skip to see such a genuine expression from her. He found it endearing.

Sylvia wasn’t sure what, exactly, it was about the doctor’s eyes when he looked into hers, but it made her feel vulnerable. There was no use trying to dance around what she was doing here. They both knew that she was coming onto him. And they both knew why. So why did she care if he found her likeable? Why did she want to know the reason he looked at her so intensely when she revealed her scar to him?

It doesn’t matter. Sylvia reasoned. This is for my mission. That’s all. She steeled up her resolve, determined not to feel anything for the boastful doctor. But it was difficult, with him continuing to look at her with such a penetrating gaze.

That’s it. Frederick decided. It’s time to stop being afraid. Stop hesitating and running away from a good thing. You deserve for something good to happen in your life, Frederick.

As if on cue, Sylvia’s hand slid down his torso, stopping to unbutton his trousers. He heard the distinct sound of unzipping and she tugged the trousers down, making a triumphant little hmph noise as they hit the floor. He gave a chuckle, thinking how cute the little sound was. It wasn’t long, though, before Sylvia returned to her devices, and he was no longer laughing. She slyly slipped into the band of his boxers and took him in her hand. He moaned as she slowly stroked him to attention. On hearing the sound, she smirked.

“You like that.” It was a statement, rather than a question. Her confidence had certainly returned in full force. Frederick nodded as she continued to arouse him.

“You’re very good at that.” He observed. It certainly didn’t hurt that it had been some time since he was last touched in this way.

“If you like that, you’ll really like what comes next.” She said in a soft, sensual tone. Frederick’s breath caught for a moment in anticipation. He felt Sylvia’s other hand slip under the thin fabric, and she pulled it down, freeing him so that he was fully naked in front of her. He stepped out of the pile of fabric and kicked off his shoes.

“Well, hello, doctor.” Sylvia said playfully, returning to stroking him, eyes fixed on her handiwork. “Color me impressed.” Before Frederick could think of what to say in response, Sylvia lowered onto her knees and licked a stripe up the side of his shaft. The sensation as she subsequently took him into her mouth rendered all logical thought hopeless, and he gave up on the idea of a witty retort. The most he could manage was a long groan as she sucked harder, bobbing up and down.

He watched as she sucked him, unable to believe his incredible fortune. She stopped moving for a moment, and her eyes darted up, searching his face for a reaction, and he grinned.

“Well, you’re right. I definitely like this.” He breathed. She hummed around him, resuming her movement and Frederick damn near lost it. His fingers laced through her hair, lazily following her as she moved. Her hands squeezed his thighs, then moved up and slapped his ass. His hips bucked forward in response, and she gagged slightly; he was bigger than she’d anticipated.

He started to apologize as Sylvia released him, but she shook her head, insisting he was just fine. She rose and stood before him, licking her lips as she met his gaze. He found it impossible not to focus on where those lips had just been.

“That way.” Sylvia said, pointing behind him.

“Huh?” Frederick asked, confused. She pointed behind him once again.

“Bedroom’s that way, doctor.” She explained. “Unless you don’t want me, after all?”

“Oh, no, I definitely do.” He affirmed, his response bringing back her cocky little smirk.

“Then show me.” The impish challenge reawakened the same boldness Frederick had felt earlier. He looped his fingers in the sides of the last bit of lace that covered her and tugged it down. She tossed it aside without a second glance, and shed her heels, then looked into Frederick’s eyes expectantly. Once again, he grabbed her and hiked her up, resting her thighs on his hips. She wrapped her legs around him and he slid his hands to her ass, giving it an enthusiastic smack. She gave a small moan, and he stole her mouth in a passionate kiss.

After a few moments, he carefully ventured down the hall in the direction Sylvia had indicated, eager to get her to the bed. He passed several closed doors, when Sylvia reached out and patted one of them, which he supposed meant it was their destination. Shifting her weight, he opened the door and treaded through the threshold. He walked to the back of the room to the massive bed, which had an absurd number of pillows at its head. He knelt on the bed and walked a few feet forward on his knees before laying Sylvia down gently in the middle.

She looked up at Frederick, running her hands all over his arms and chest, a sweet, sexy little smile on her face. Keen to keep things moving, he pushed her thighs apart and settled his lower half between them. Resting his elbows on either side of her head, he leaned down and planted wet kisses on her neck. He started in the sensitive crook where her neck met her shoulder, then made his way up to the underside of her jaw. When he reached his target, she gave a little squeal that seemed far too girlish to have come out of her mouth. Frederick drew back to glance at her face, as if to confirm she was still the same woman he’d been kissing.

Her cheeks were pink, though he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or excitement. She covered her mouth, eyes seeming just as surprised as he was that she was capable of making such an innocent, pure noise. Her eyes squeezed shut and she took her hand off of her mouth.

“I have no idea where that came from.” Sylvia admitted, feeling extremely embarrassed. She was supposed to be acting as a sexy seductress, yet here she was, squealing like an innocent schoolgirl from something as simple as a kiss.

What the hell is wrong with you? She asked herself. You need to get it together! Now!

“That’s alright.” Frederick reassured her. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Lord knows he had done far more embarrassing things than that in bed. Despite Frederick’s kind reassurances, Sylvia was too mortified to open her eyes. She started to wonder how she could escape the situation with her dignity still intact, when she felt Frederick’s weight shift above her. He was no longer on top of her, but his weight was toward the end of the bed, so she knew he hadn’t left. Before she could decide on her next move, his weight shifted again and she felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them further apart.

She opened her eyes, curious as to his plans. His head bowed and she felt the heat of his breath on her center. The sensation moved in a wave up her body, and suddenly, everything felt hot. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a while, and she found she no longer had the desire to get up and leave.

Don’t stop. She thought, surprising herself with the reaction. Frederick stopped and looked up at her.

“Keep going?” He asked. She nodded, looking down to meet his eyes. He gave a tiny smile before turning back to his task. Sylvia moaned as she felt his mouth on her, taking the place of his breath. The doctor proved to be very good with his mouth, though she shouldn’t have been surprised by that. His tongue moved slowly, methodically. He was teasing her—and it was working, she thought as her heartrate quickened. She wondered, offhand, when the last time was that a man had genuinely made her come, and couldn’t remember. But this unfortunate fact was soon forgotten as he found that just-right spot, sucking hard.

Oh, god. Don’t stop. Sylvia’s head tossed to the side and her eyes closed. She felt the pressure build, and knew what was coming next. To her surprise, he did not stop, and she felt the pleasure spill over her.

“Yes.” She panted, and Frederick pulled her hips up, improving the angle to intensify the feeling. “Oh, god yes. Shit.” A string of alternating profanities and moans spilled from her lips until Frederick finally relented, releasing her hips to the bed, and sitting back on his heels. She wasn’t sure what he did in the moments after that, because her eyes remained shut as she tried to steady her breathing. After a minute or so, she felt Frederick’s weight settle in next to her on the bed.

“Shit.” She chuckled, remembering rather sheepishly how fully she had let her guard down in the throes of her orgasm.

“That bad, huh?” Frederick jibed. Sylvia opened her eyes, but couldn’t bring herself to face him.

“Not bad at all.” She said quietly as she stared up at the ceiling. A moment of silence hung over the two, filled only by the sound of their accelerated breathing. “You know,” she continued, finally daring to turn her head toward Frederick. “It’s been a depressingly long time since a guy has managed to do that.”

“To make you orgasm?”

“Yeah. Without my assistance, that is.”

“Really?” Frederick asked incredulously. Sylvia nodded. “Well, if I were your boyfriend, or love interest, or whatever you want to call it—I’d make it my goal to make you orgasm all the time.” Sylvia laughed and shook her head, swatting Frederick’s chest as if he’d said something completely ridiculous.

“It’s pretty difficult to make me come. I don’t know if you could handle that challenge.” Frederick turned onto his side, propping himself up onto one elbow. His free hand, he trailed down the center of her chest, down to her stomach, finally resting it on her hip.

“I don’t know. Didn’t seem like it took me too long to figure it out.” He said, a smug grin spreading across his face. Sylvia scoffed in response.

“You got lucky.”

“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” Frederick replied. “How about I keep going, and we’ll find out for sure?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.” She replied mysteriously.

“So if I don’t satisfy you, you’ll kill me?” He snickered.

“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. How about you come over here and fuck me, and we’ll find out for sure?” She smirked, throwing his words back at him.

“Not sure whether I should be turned on, or afraid. My brain is in favor of terrified, but…” His eyes glanced downward at himself, and Sylvia followed them to find that he was once again erect. Without thinking, she reached out and took his erection in her hand, beginning to slowly tease him. She had to admit, she was certainly curious whether he could repeat his success from earlier.

“How about this. If you manage to make me come, I solemnly swear that I will not murder you in your sleep.”

“And if I’m unsuccessful?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. She pretended to mull it over for a moment.

“I guess I could spare your life, as long as I still enjoyed myself.” Half a beat of silence ensued before she added mockingly, “But you shouldn’t have any problem making me come, right?” Without saying a word, Frederick removed Sylvia’s hands from him and positioned himself on top of her. One hand skirted from her hip, then down to her folds, parting them before he slid one finger inside. Sylvia took in a sharp breath and Frederick’s confidence grew, knowing he’d managed to silence the cocky seductress, if only for a moment.

He crooked his finger in the way he’d learned was best over the years, as he slid it in deeper. He knew he was on the right track as Sylvia gave a small moan. It was quiet, but quick. Impatient. Her hands grabbed at his back and she looked up at him expectantly.

“It’s not nice to tease.” She said breathily, as he slowly began to circle her clit with his thumb.

“What is it they say about nice guys?” Frederick asked, pretending not to remember. “Oh, yeah.” He mused, sliding in another finger. Sylvia gasped and gave a short, urgent moan. “They finish last, right?” The doctor gave a devilish grin as he continued to tease her.

“Fuck. Frederick.” Her voice was thick with lust, and he detected a hint of…desperation? No, it couldn’t be. But as he continued, her noises became steadily louder and more frequent. Short. Sharp. Could it really be true that this beautiful woman was coming undone beneath him? Her eyes were closed and her nails dug into his back. He welcomed the stinging sensation, as it confirmed this was, indeed, reality.

“Feel good?” He asked, watching her reaction closely. She opened her eyes briefly and met his, nodding. Her voice caught inside her throat as she looked up at him. Who would have thought a man such as this could evoke such a reaction from her? She felt his pace quicken, and he pushed deeper within her than before. A breathy whimper spilled from her lips before she could stop it.

Why should I stop it? The thought flashed through her mind. You should never let your guard down immediately followed it. Then, Frederick resumed his torturous teasing of her clitoris, and rational thought abandoned her again.

“Oh god.” She breathed. Frederick gave a low chuckle in response. He stilled his fingers inside her and found that magical spot. In response, Sylvia made an utterly animal noise Frederick couldn’t quite explain, but very much enjoyed. He felt her tighten around him, and continued to move his fingers gently, slowly. Her whole body tensed, and she inhaled a sharp breath. Then he stopped. Her eyes opened, and she released the breath in a huff.

“Why did you stop, I almost—” She caught herself mid-sentence and, embarrassed, cleared her throat, refusing to finish the thought. The amused grin never left Frederick’s face as he watched her emotions go on a roller coaster. Her cheeks flushed, brows furrowed in frustration, she was a sight to behold. Remembering the way her body responded to him made his confidence soar--the sounds she made, the way she squirmed underneath him. He was so hard it was nearly painful. He needed her badly. But he wanted to hear her wanting him some more.

Frederick planted a soft kiss on her lips. Sylvia returned it, then another. Encouraged, he deepened the kiss. No objection came from beneath him, so he set back to his devices. He resumed the same motions which had brought Sylvia’s impatient, demanding responses, now knowing exactly what to do.

Sylvia moaned, but the sound was muffled by Frederick’s kisses. His fingers once again teased at her g-spot and she felt her orgasm building with renewed intensity. She realized how disappointed she’d been when he stopped just short, and was embarrassed with herself.

This time I won’t lose control. She assured herself, drawing back from his kiss. She soon realized this may have been a mistake, as Frederick’s mouth began to roam, kissing and sucking at tender spots on her body. Her neck. Her jawline. He found the same spot that had made her squeal, and sucked hard. It took everything within her to remain quiet, but she felt the pleasure just the same. He tried again, obviously hoping to replicate her earlier response, but she remained stubbornly silent. Her victory was short-lived, however, as he promptly turned his attention elsewhere.

He peppered kisses on her clavicle and décolletage before taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. This time, her jagged moan fell unbidden from her lips. He hummed brusquely, apparently appreciating the response, then took her other nipple, sucking harder. Sylvia felt the pressure building again, more insistently than before. It was as if the desire refused to be ignored. Nonetheless, she tried her hardest to maintain her composure. She let out a soft noise, more controlled than the one before, and Frederick moved on. It was clear to her that his goal was to unravel her, and she was determined to fight it. Exactly why, she wasn’t sure. In fact, if she’d been able to orgasm on other missions, they’d have been a lot more bearable.

As he kissed his way down the soft skin of her stomach, she realized why. She hated his ability to make her lose control. She’d always been in control, in every relationship—whether the interaction came from romantic interest, or a useful means of facilitating a mission. She always exerted her control over men, concealing her true emotions, effortlessly remaining in the position of power. By letting go of her untouchable façade, she was showing Frederick who she truly was inside. She was showing him the layers beneath the Mankiller—the real Sylvia. And she didn’t like it.

As she felt the heat of his breath move down, she was roused from her thoughts. She looked down at him, watching his movements with interest. He’d changed his tactics, as he’d failed to make her react the same way as last time. His fingers slid in and out again now, creating an ebb and flow of pleasure. She attempted to steady her breath as she watched him work, but those efforts were soon sabotaged.

Frederick bowed his head and licked a stripe up and down her center, drawing a lurid moan. As soon as he had put his mouth on her, he took it away, replacing it with the soft pad of his thumb. His touch was gentle and slow, and it was driving her insane.

Let me come, already! Her thoughts demanded. And just like that, his mouth was on her again. Sylvia sighed with pleasure as Frederick stilled his fingers, focusing instead on devouring her. Her hands clutched at the covers underneath her. Though she tried to stifle them, soft moans rose from within her and managed to escape. Once he could tell her excitement was mounting, he continued to finger her. Her hips bucked of their own volition, and she could tell she was losing her control of the situation once more. She couldn’t convince herself to care, however, as Frederick sucked at her clitoris, making a delightfully sinful slurping noise.

“Shit.” Sylvia panted. Her curse was Frederick’s sign that she was close; he persisted a few moments longer, until he felt her tighten around him again. Once again, he stopped short. He took away his mouth and withdrew his fingers. In her disappointment, Sylvia let out a guttural groan. Frederick chuckled at the noise, clearly amused, and sat back on his haunches, stretching out his legs.

Sylvia sat up as well, looking at him, eyes dark with lust. She slid forward and rested a hand on either side of his face in a display of tenderness which caught him off guard. After a brief moment, she thought of a better place to put her hands and quickly slid them down his body. She started to stroke him, watching his face for his reaction. Now, it was his turn to moan. It was a jagged, primal moan, as if he were just as excited as she was, and it made her smile.

She let go of him and slid forward onto his lap. He leaned back, supporting himself with his hands, which were spread out behind him. In this position, she straddled him. His cock was teasingly close to her entrance, and he found the thought highly distracting. She shifted forward, planting sloppy kisses in a trail down his neck, and he smiled. Abruptly, she shoved him down onto the bed.

“Mmm.” Frederick hummed in appreciation of his view from underneath her. She lowered and took his mouth with a passionate kiss, which he gladly returned. Her own taste was still fresh on his tongue, and she remembered how he’d collected it. Heat rushed between her legs once more, and her desire heightened. Frederick reached his hands up to cup Sylvia’s breasts and gently pinched her nipples, causing her to moan loudly. She was so excited by now that every touch set her body on fire.

“Ooh…oh.” She panted, as his hands danced down her lower back, resting on her ass.

“Spank me.” She demanded, catching both Frederick and herself by surprise. Frederick did not hesitate, however, to give Sylvia exactly what she demanded. A split second later, he gave her a rough smack on the ass and she cried out in pleasure. “Again.” She commanded, and again, Frederick obliged. She moaned, and without prompting, Frederick gave her another swat. As she gave her breathy approval, he slipped a hand between her legs and teased his fingers between her folds.

“Oh, god yes.” She breathed, as he stimulated her again. As sensitive as she was, it was practically unbearable.

“God, please, Frederick. Please fuck me.” She pleaded. She didn’t care anymore about who was in control. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded as she begged. Her mission had long gone from her mind. The only things that existed in this moment were her, Frederick, and her agonizing need for him.

Frederick motioned for Sylvia to lay back on the bed, and she eagerly obeyed. He got up, half-standing on his knees, then grabbed her by the thighs, pulling her toward him. She squealed with delight, finding it undeniably sexy that he was taking charge. The instant that Sylvia pleaded with Frederick, his ego went through the roof. To see such an unbelievably gorgeous woman begging him to have sex with her was something he’d dreamed about, but never thought he’d actually experience. He rested her legs on his shoulders and aligned himself with her. As he teased at her entrance with his tip, she felt her anticipation grow.

As much as Frederick wanted her, he wasn’t ready to be done hearing her beg. He knew that once he was inside her, there was no chance he would withdraw until they were both satiated. So, he stopped. Instead, he brushed his tip up and down her folds, drawing a whine of need.

“Please, Frederick.” She whimpered.

“Please what?” He prompted, continuing to tantalize her with the thing she wanted most. He felt like Satan himself for the way he was torturing her, but it felt so damn good to hear the need in her voice. To see it in her eyes.

“Frederick, please. Please fuck me. Make me come.” She pleaded. Frederick let out a low growl before returning to her entrance and plunging himself inside of her.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Finally.” Sylvia moaned in celebration, practically crying with delight after so much teasing.

“You feel so good.” Frederick moaned back, relaxing after the initial thrust to allow them both an adjustment period. Sylvia closed her eyes peacefully as she felt herself slowly relax and adjust to his girth.

Frederick couldn’t help but think she looked like an angel lying so serenely beneath him. Of course, he could have been biased due to the fact he was buried to the hilt in her, but the moment seemed divine, all the same. Sylvia apparently needed less time to adjust than he figured, as she suddenly grew impatient.

“Please keep going.” She urged. “I need to come, or I’m going to explode.” Frederick laughed.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to explode.” He replied playfully, before beginning to slowly thrust into her.

“Mmm.” She hummed pleasantly in response, resting her hands on his forearms. His own need grew exponentially now that he was inside of her. Now that she had adjusted to his size, he decided to pick up the pace. His thrusts became quicker, and she expressed her approval with a contented moan. Her eyes fluttered open, as she felt the desire to look at the man pleasing her.

“Is this what you wanted?” Frederick asked, watching Sylvia’s expressions change with his rhythms. She nodded, giving an ‘mm-hmm’ that was punctuated by two particularly forceful thrusts.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.” He said, with a cocky smile. He slowed down his pace, but pounded into her deeply with each thrust. “I said, is this—” thrust “what—” thrust “you wanted?”

“Yes!” Sylvia cried. “Yes!”

“Tell me what you want.” He prompted.

“Make me come.” Sylvia panted. Frederick stopped his thrusts entirely and withdrew himself, eliciting a displeased noise from Sylvia.

“I’m sorry?” Again, he knew he was perhaps teasing a bit too much, but he was enjoying her desire for him.

“Please make me come, Frederick. Please.” She whined, her voice entirely saturated with need. Frederick could no longer hold back his own need for the sake of satisfying his ego. He entered her again, relishing the feeling of her before beginning his thrusting anew. He resumed his slow, deep thrusts from before, and felt the familiar tightening as she contracted around him in pleasure. She looked down and smiled, and he followed her gaze.

“You like watching me fuck you?” He grunted with a thrust, and she nodded.

“Yes.” She answered in a moan. He spread her thighs farther apart to give her a better view.

“Do you like the way I fuck you?”

“Yes.” With each positive answer, he pounded harder into her. The room was filled with their sounds, and it was like a symphony to Frederick’s ears. Each pant and moan from Sylvia was like a song he never wanted to end.

“Fuck.” Sylvia cursed. Frederick knew she must be close now. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gave an amused smirk, as his angel let out curse words like a sailor. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into him as he thrust forward.

“Ohgodyes. Frederick. Pleasedon’tstop.” The words jumbled together as they spilled from Sylvia’s lips excitedly.

“What is it, Sylvia?” He teased, but kept his tempo.

“I’mgonnacome. Pleasedon’tstop.”

“I won’t stop.” Frederick promised. “Not until you come for me.”

He kept his promise, continuing a few more thrusts until Sylvia came undone.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Frederick, yes.” She moaned over and over, completely awash in ecstasy. The sound of Sylvia’s orgasm was Frederick’s undoing. He didn’t last much longer than she did, thrusting languidly as he spilled into her with an animalistic groan. After a minute or two of trying to steady his breathing, Frederick pulled out of Sylvia, drawing moans of sensitivity from the both of them. He laid down beside her, pulling her into him with an exhausted, but pleased, sigh. She did not try to fight or argue with him, and allowed herself to become the little spoon. They lay together like this for several minutes in contended silence before Frederick finally spoke up.

“See? I knew it couldn’t be that hard to make you come.” He teased. Sylvia lazily reached back to slap whatever part of him she could reach, before drifting off to a deep, satisfied sleep.

#Frederick Chilton #Dr. Chilton #Hannibal #AU #Mankiller #Part 5 #OC

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darth-dre · 6 years

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Bliss

Warnings: Fluff. Some Angst. Some Violence.

Word Count: 2644

A/N: Requested by Nonnie. <3

Can I request fluff where the reader overhears kylo talking to hux and he says something like he doesn’t care about her and she gets kidnapped by maybe a rouge group who don’t like the first order and he won’t stop searching for her cause he’s in love with her ? Loads of fluff and angst, a bit of violence.

I hope you like the way I wrote it! <3

Kylo Ren.

She whispered the name softly to herself. Y/N had a crush on him since she first began working for the First Order, even if she hadn’t seen his face before. And then, even more so when she did see his face.

It was an accident that she did see him without it, as General Hux had sent her to retrieve him. When she knocked on his door, feeling her hands tremble out of anticipation; he answered. Only, he didn’t have his helmet on, and she was awed by his smooth face… he looked like a prince. Dreamy, almost, in a dark, mysterious kind of way.

“Uh, Kylo Ren?”

He tilted his head, and answered, “Yes?”

Y/N was mildly surprised that his voice was so deep, even without the helmet, “General Hux would like to see you on the bridge.”

“He couldn’t just send a comm?”

Y/N stared at her feet, feeling embarrassed, “I—I don’t know.”

She looked up at him, and his eyes were on her. Intense and calculating, almost. She tried not to stare back at him, but she couldn’t help it. He was really attractive.

Y/N swore she saw a hint of a smirk on his lips; his lips that were probably smooth, “Tell the General I’ll be there soon, please.”

“Right away, sir,” she answered.

“You don’t need to call me that,” he insisted, “You can just call me Kylo.”

“I think that would be disrespectful to your rank,” Y/N murmured.

He held his helmet in his hands as he walked toward her, his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze was still intense, “It might, but I offered it to you.”

Kylo placed his helmet over him, and his beautiful face was suddenly covered by the mask, and his voice deepened even more, “You can call me Kylo, or Commander. Whichever you prefer.”

He swiftly walked away, in a cool confident manner. She was enticed to the mysterious man, she admitted. And she quietly giggled to herself, as she did, he looked over his shoulder and she immediately stopped giggling. He smirked and she felt the embarrassment overtake her.

You’re such an idiot.

She dragged her legs back to her work station, beating herself up over her childish crush.

He had other things he needed to take care of, and she was an adult. A grown woman with a schoolgirl crush. Y/N groaned to herself, trying to focus on her work. But, obviously, failing miserably when she saw Kylo Ren enter the bridge with General Hux.

Her eyes were glued on him, and to get a closer look at him, she leaned back in her chair, falling flat on the floor.

“Oof!”

All the eyes of everyone on the bridge, including Kylo Ren’s were on her. Stumbling, she scrambled back to her feet, “I’m sorry—I was stretching—and… yeah I’ll just sit down now.”

General Hux’s cold eyes were on her, and she tried to avoid his glare; this time really focusing on her work. A little too much one would say.

Ugh you’re so stupid! What a way to embarrass yourself you dumb twat.

Y/N snuck a peek at Kylo Ren, and she caught a glimpse of a tiny smirk.

Y/N dragged her feet to her quarters, yawning and vaguely aware of her surroundings. The downside to having her job was that she was the only one that had her job. No one else did what she did. And because of that, she was on the clock consistently; rest and sleep were a luxury that she rarely afforded.

If anything, her cells consisted of caffeine. Lots of it.

But, as it was a slow day, she was allowed some much-needed rest.

She was vaguely paying attention when she bumped into something hard and tall, “Fuck!”

Y/N fell to the floor, landing flat on her back, “Ughhhh,” she groaned, deciding to just lay on the cold floor.

The voice that came was one that would have startled her and made her nervous, but right now she was too tired to care, “Are you just going to lay there?”

“I’m too tired to get up,” she responded, her eyes on the ceiling.

Kylo Ren came into her line of vision; his eyes were intense, but they held a hint of amusement, “I can imagine.”

She chuckled and he suppressed a smile, pursing his lips together, “Do you ever smile, Commander?”

He shrugged, “When the mood strikes.”

“It’s striking now,” she pointed.

He finally smiled, shaking his head slightly, and she rejoiced, “Aha! See? I was right.”

Kylo Ren kneeled next to her, holding his hand out, “C’mon, let me help you up.”

Now the nervousness was coming, and she began to tremble. Slowly, she grabbed hold of his large hand and he helped her to her feet. She shook her clothes off and smirked, “Thank you; that’s awfully kind of you.”

“It’s the least I could do,” he replied, putting his hands behind his back.

“Well,” she started awkwardly, “I guess I should be heading to my quarters, if I can make it.”

“How long has it been since you slept?”

“Uh—about three days?”

Kylo stared at her for a long moment, “I suppose it’s not just work that keeps you awake when you try to sleep.”

Y/N began to stammer for a moment, “What—why would you assume that?”

His gaze turned into a knowing stare, “A hunch.”

She narrowed her eyes, “I heard that sometimes force users can hear other’s thoughts… is this true?”

“Maybe.”

“So, yes.”

“Possibly.”

“Why won’t you answer?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t want to,” she retorted.

“Most times we think we want the truth, until we get the truth and realize it’s not as pretty as we wanted,” he countered.

Y/N sighed, running her hands through her Y/H/C hair, “I have some things; that I’m dealing with.”

“I heard about what happened to your family,” he said.

She nodded, “I get nightmares sometimes.”

Kylo’s eyes suddenly filled with pity, “I understand.”

The silence between them was deafening, until he offered, “Let me walk you to your quarters. At least, to make sure you don’t bump into anyone else.”

Y/N nodded appreciatively, “Okay, I’m fine with that.”

Kylo began to walk down the dark hallway, taking each step slowly. They talked for what seemed like forever, even after they reached her quarters, they stayed outside of her room for hours; talking about the planets they’ve seen, the ones they’d like to see, and they even spoke about their pasts, to an extent.

“Oh gosh, it’s late,” Y/N groaned, as she read the time on her comm, “I’m sorry—I should be getting some rest. General Hux will probably be waking me up in another hour or so.”

“Does he usually do that?

“I’m the only one that can do my job,” she answered, halfheartedly, “It’s not all bad.”

His eyes were trained on her, “Get some rest, Y/N. General Hux won’t be bothering you.”

She scrunched her eyebrows, but didn’t question it as her exhaustion was already taking hold. Sluggishly, she dialed the pin on her keypad and turned, “Thank you, for keeping me company.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled.

With a wide grin implanted on her face, she fell on her bed; thinking of Kylo Ren. And for the first time in a while, she didn’t have the nightmares.

Surprisingly, General Hux hadn’t bothered her that day. She actually slept for a full day, waking up and feeling refreshed.

Actually, he rarely bothered her now; giving her more time to rest for the last two weeks.

During those two weeks, she found that she and Kylo Ren were becoming closer and spending more time together. Y/N found her attraction to him growing, and she suspected it wasn’t just a crush anymore. No, this was something… else.

At times, she wondered if he felt the same way. And she felt a strange feeling of electricity crackling between them, making her feel that maybe… just maybe, they were something more.

Whatever her feelings, however, she kept them to herself, not wanting to bring it up and feel like a complete idiot for thinking what she did. Or feeling what she did. What if her feelings weren’t returned?

Still, the thought drove her crazy. She just had to know, so, on one of the days when she didn’t have to be at work, she opted for confronting him.

If he doesn’t feel the same way, I can be cool. I can handle it.

I think.

Her thoughts were plaguing her when she heard his voice echoing in a hallway, “You’re a complete idiot if you think that, Hux.”

“I know it, Ren,” General Hux spat.

Y/N stood against the wall, listening to their conversation.

“Y/N is just a colleague,” Kylo said, “I don’t care about her.”

Ouch. Ok, so much for handling it.

“You can—”

Y/N didn’t hear the rest of what General Hux was saying. There was a sudden blast, a loud one. Her eyes fell to the large window and she saw a large freighter firing at them. Her eyes narrowed, it wasn’t the resistance.

No, these people were someone else.

There was a sudden commotion as troopers started rushing out and pilots began to jump into their ships. Y/N heard the sound of blasters behind her.

She suddenly heard General Hux’s loud voice; he ran the opposite direction of her, towards the bridge, “They’ve boarded the ship!”

Her eyes fell on Kylo Ren’s, his gaze was fixed on her, his eyes intense and wide. He lit his lightsaber and began to run towards her. She reached out to him, but she felt someone’s arms around her waist, “What the hell? Get your filthy hands off of me!”

Y/N kicked at the person that pulled her, but he was stronger. She screamed, she kicked and she even bit him, until she felt a dull pressure on her head. She was dazed, confused for a brief moment. Her eyes felt heavy and she fought to stay awake, but damn it, she wasn’t going to go without a fight.

She screamed again and grasped at the man’s arms, digging her nails in as deep as she could. She felt the hit on her head again, but she continued to fight back.

She was distracted by a glowing red lightsaber in the distance, and she could barely see the blasters that were fired towards Kylo Ren.

Her eyes widened, “No!”

And then, she was surprised to see that Kylo deflected the shots and fought the horde of the rogues that descended upon them. His red lightsaber cutting through the rogue attackers. She was in awe; she had never seen him fight before and the way he handled himself was with raw rage, and yet, a smooth composure that only an experienced warrior would have.

The man that was pulling her back began to fire his blaster at Kylo; the rest of his comrades lay dead on the ground as he moved back, “Either cooperate, or I will blow your brains out.”

“Fuck you,” she seethed.

“Let her go,” Kylo grumbled, his voice low and dangerous as he pointed his lightsaber at them.

Kylo’s eyes met hers, and she commanded him, “Don’t you dare let them take me.”

“I won’t.”

The man holding her laughed, “She’s coming with—”

He stopped speaking, and his grip on her loosened. She fell forwards, feeling really dizzy suddenly. Y/N turned to find the man grabbing his throat, “What—”

“Y/N, can you walk?”

“I think so.”

He held out his hand and she slowly crawled to him, feeling a warmth on the back of her head. Her vision was suddenly blurred by thick, hot liquid. Y/N ignored it, scurrying over to Kylo, grabbing his hand as he pulled her in, his other hand outstretched.

His arm grasped her tightly, and she turned to the man. His face was a deep purple now and he fell to the ground, dead.

Her fingers went to her face and she observed the red on her fingers, “Oh, so that’s what that is.”

Kylo fell to the ground with her, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N answered, trying to keep her mind from freaking out.

He turned towards the window, watching the rogue ships retreat, “I think that’s the last of them.”

She gave him a lazy thumbs up, “Cool.”

Kylo chuckled, and lifted her up in his arms, “We need to get you some help.”

Y/N suddenly remembered what he said. She began to punch his chest, “No, I’ll go get help by myself.”

He furrowed his brows, “You can’t even stand straight.”

“You don’t even care about me,” she countered, trying to get free of his grip.

“Oh my—really?”

“Yes! Really! Now put me down, Kylo,” she demanded.

“No, you need help.”

“And I’ll get it on my own.”

He rolled his eyes. He continued to walk down the silent hall as she struggled against him, “Stop moving, Y/N, you’re bleeding a lot more.”

“Like you care,” she snapped.

Kylo sighed, exasperated, “I never knew you could be so difficult.”

“I never knew you could be an asshole,” she paused, “I mean, I knew—”

He began to laugh at her now, “You can’t even make up your mind.”

“I’ve made up my mind that you’re a jerk.”

“So which is it; am I an asshole or not?”

“You are.”

“Good to know; that’s why I’m taking you to the med bay, you know, because assholes tend to do that,” he hissed.

Y/N was about to retort when he interrupted her, “I get why you’re angry—”

“That’s an understatement; you were all sweet with me and then you go and tell Hux that you don’t care about me!”

He paused, placing her gently on the ground. She had a hard time finding her balance, so she leaned against the wall. Kylo began to speak again, in a low tone, “I only said that to General Hux because if he knew how I really felt about you, he would use it against me; he would hurt you—”

“I know how you really feel about me—”

“No, you don’t. Because if you did, you would know that I spend most of my days thinking on how to make yours better. The reason why you haven’t worked a lot lately? Because I hired someone else that can do your job so you can rest. I could have easily let that man take you, but did I?”

Y/N furrowed her brows and she angrily stared at the floor.

“I know you’ve liked me since the moment you saw me, Y/N.”

Her eyes met his, and she felt her embarrassment overtake her, “How—”

“I just do,” he answered, “Look, I care about you. There, I said it. I’m crazy about you.”

Y/N felt her heart begin to beat fast, and she smirked, feeling her face get hot. She tried to stand on her own two feet, but her dizziness was becoming unbearable.

“Will you stop being so stubborn and let me take you to the med bay?”

“Under one condition—”

“I’ll let you play with my lightsaber later,” he agreed, gently pulling her into him. He carefully lifted her and she was in his arms again, being carried to the med bay.

“Does this mean that I’ll finally get to kiss you?”

“It means that I can finally kiss you… but after we get you some help.”

Y/N groaned softly, but she didn’t complain. Her head was against Kylo’s chest, her ears listening to the sound of his strong heartbeat. She was comfortable in these arms, the ones she longed for since the moment she saw him.

This is bliss.

A/N: There ya go! I enjoyed the fluffness. XD

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*Laying down on my stomach on my bed and kicking my legs like a schoolgirl* omg Sage <3

#oma.txt #I NEED to embarrass this man

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Courtney’s Infinite Search for Love Ch. 3 (Witney) - Grinder

AN: So sorry I haven’t updated in a long time. Just been busy with University and stuff. So here is chapter 3 of our journey with Courtney! Also this fic i set before the US Election results. I have a point to this, don’t worry.

~ Grinder

Thinking about the night gives me mixed emotions. Don’t get me wrong. Some events were hilarious. Like the fact that when we got in the bloody cab David Bowie was playing again and we just laughed about how it must’ve been fate.

But all the vivid images and blackouts make me feel dizzy as I try to piece everything together in order to figure out what else I did while smashed.

I vaguely remember parts of the journey to Willam’s home; one minute Willam and I would be taking selfies, another we were singing that bloody Bowie song, and another we’d be casually making out as the driver scoffed in the front.

And for one moment, we sat apart in complete silence. I was just watching out the window at all the closed down shops, the cars and the people outside nightclubs smoking and getting into fights. Nothing interesting.

I looked around to see her glaring out the window, streetlights making her sandy blonde hair shine more. She must’ve sensed that I was looking because she looked around too. She smiled at me for a while before reaching over, putting her hand on my upper thigh.

My breathing hitched as her fingertips began to glide slowly higher. Knowing exactly what was going on in her head, I parted my legs slightly letting her hand slip down to my lace underwear.

As she started to stroke me through the thin layer of fabric all I could think was how we had gotten to that stage. Did Willam even like me in that way? Yeah, she flirted a lot at the station but she flirted with a lot of people.

I just hoped that I was making the right decision as she pulled her hand away slightly. Before she could get comfy again, I grabbed her hand and put it back where it was. Her touch was so drawing. So gentle yet demanding. Is that even possible?

Willam laughed at how keen I was. I didn’t know whether she just successfully seduced me or if I genuinely felt a connection. Was this love or lust? I needed to know. There was no pussying out now, especially when I was in too deep.

And you know what? I came to the conclusion that it was love. And there was no way our thing would just be for tonight. I’m tired of empty romance and casual hookups with desperate miserables from clubs and bars. I need to feel this connection more. My body tingles thinking about it. I swear, as I lay on the bed with Willam between my legs I couldn’t stop thinking about the connection. Our connection.

So hours later after I’ve had the best sex of my life, I’m lying here letting my fingers glide up and down her spine with feathery touches. I muster up all my courage and lean down so my lips are inches from her ear.

“Willam? Can I ask you something?”

She seems to shiver at the feeling of my hot breath on her ear. She turns her head slightly so her eyes are on me. “Holy shit, Court. I honestly expected you to be one of those innocent schoolgirl types when it comes to sex. But fuck…that was…”

I blush at the compliment shimmying closer to her. “Thanks. Um, I was just wondering…can we try and date or something? And I’m not just choosing you because of what we just did but.”

I pause trying to find my words. But how could anyone be talking while those eyes are just looking right back at you intimidatingly. I honestly can’t tell if my heart just sped up or just died.

“It’s just…there’s something about you. I wouldn’t say alluring…maybe more…enchanting? Like…I feel a connection…and- -”

Willam flips over onto her back and laughs like a seal before I can continue my mushy speech. Nice one Courtney.

“Oh my God, you’re so adorably weird. ‘Enchanting’? ‘Connection’??” She pauses to laugh again.

God, I don’t know whether to feel embarrassed for myself or feel all warm inside ‘cause, fuck, her laugh is cute.

“OK, Shakespeare. How about we hang out during my shift tomorrow?” Willam suggests.

My eyebrows knit together in confusion as I trace small patterns on her chest, “Won’t you be busy?”

“Court’, it’s only 80’s music. Not the political overview. Trust me. We can just chill out.”

“OK. I gotta go and do the news bulletin script anyway. So, fine by me.” I beam leaning in to plant a small kiss on her lips.

-_-_-_-

“Hello…thanks, Sebastian! Now whatchya want. A shoutout or request?…Oh, Goddammit, that song of all the songs?…Yeah, but I have better songs on the system…”

Willam holds the phone between her shoulder and cheek, turning to her computer screen. I get out of my seat and move around to the system, seeing what song this Sebastian requested. She groans loudly as it appears.

“Everybody wants to rule the World…that’s not a bad song actually,” I comment sitting on the edge of the desk.

“D’ya hear that, Sebastian? My lady friend thinks it’s a good song too. Feel better?…Yes, lady friend as in lady friend…No, I can’t deal with threesomes. Too many limbs and shit…”

I laugh at her lovely choice in words.

“…Anyway, it’s coming up after this song. I gotta go…Later, Sebastian.”

Willam groans as she hangs up the phone, sliding back into her chair. “I hate that song so much. It’s killing me knowing I have to play it.”

“Can’t you just not play it? I mean, it is your show after all.” I suggest.

“It may be my show but it’s Dela’s station.” Willam replies, her tone full of disappointment.

“Well, how would Dela know?”

“I just worry about shit like that. I wanna be safe, you know?”

I slide off the table and lean over Willam, my hands planted on the arm rests of her spinny chair. “Scared to break the rules? Of all people to be worried about not playing a song, it’s you.”

“Hey, come on. I just wanna keep my job.” Willam shrugs in defense, looking away from me.

“Hey,” I address her, requesting her attention. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

My face is only a few inches from hers. I smile mischievously as she gives up with a groan.

“Fine. Fuck that song!” Willam smirks. “Wanna choose one?”

“Sure.” I agree pushing away from the chair.

“Choose anything. 98% chance it’ll be on the system.”

Willam pushes the keyboard in my direction. I’m not gonna lie I want to turn on that David Bowie song, not just ‘cause it’s our song now but because it’s amazing. But I figured it would be overkill on the Heroes joke.

“Ooh, I like this one.” I comment excitedly, my fingers working on finding the song.

“Come On, Eileen. Nice. I like that one too.”

“Perfect for dancing, am I right?” I ask, pulling Willam to her feet.

“Wait, I don’t dance sober!”

She can’t dance sober? I don’t care. I just continue dancing around the room, pulling her with me. After a while of protesting, Willam finally gives in and dances along.

“Thought you said you couldn’t dance.” I try.

“Bitch, I said I don’t dance sober.” Willam replies, doing her seal laugh again. Ugh, I love it.

“Well just for your information; you’re pretty sober now.”

“Or am I?” Willam teases spinning me away from her, our hands grasped tight together to save me from falling.

“I dunno. Sometimes it’s so hard to tell ‘cause you’re weird anyway,” I snicker as she pulls me back towards her. Using her free hand, she places it on the small of my back pulling me closer. Our torsos are touching now. And we’re kissing. In the middle of the broadcasting room.

Hmmm, kissing at work. How scandalous.

“Holy shit, kissing at work! how scandalous!” As the owner of the voice reads my mind and repeats my exact thoughts, we tear apart.

There’s Adore, holding a plate of cupcakes. She cackles as Willam wipes her mouth and I smooth down my clothes.

“It’s OK. Everyone saw you both last night. It was sexcellent!” Adore is really getting a kick out of this as she continues to laugh.

“What is this? High school?” Willam groans sitting back in her chair.

“Who’s the better kisser?” Adore continues.

“Stop.” Willam replies.

“What does she taste like!?” She quite audibly whispers to Willam.

“Like the taste of your hole after I shove my shoot up it.” Willam shoots back.

I break my silence, attempting to prevent any further drama, “OK, this just went from 0 – 100 pretty fast!”

Willam chuckled. “Yeah, shit. Too far, Willam,” she pauses to slap the back of her hand lightly, “Too far.”

“So are you guys going together now?” Adore questions, seating on the guest speaker table. She sits the plate of cupcakes down, taking one for herself. I’m the next to receive one. “It’s vegan, don’t worry. So…relationship status, please.”

“In fact, let’s not talk about Willam and I.” I suggest licking a bit of icing. “How about you and Jay?”

Adore’s face turns bright red as she nearly falls from the table laughing. “Touché.”

“I try.” I smirk.

Adore crosses her legs. I guess she wants to get comfy before this tale begins. “Eh, it was just a one-time thing, Man. Jay’s cute and all but he only likes me cause I’m the only other person here who smokes weed. He gives me free shit!”

“Actually, there’s also Raja and Jinkx,” I correct her.

“Well the only smoker close to Jay’s age then.”

“Jinkx is 29! You’re 27 and Jay is 28. That logic is bullshit.” Willam smirks sitting back in her chair.

“Yeah but Jinkx is still older. Anyway, we only made out and smoked together last night. What did you two do?” Adore’s got this mischievous expression on her face again. Such a child.

Willam sinks into her chair, a smirk streaking across her lips. “We planned to keep the Mexicans’ safer from Trump by covering them in a dome so the wall will be the least of their worries if he becomes President…”

“Party.” Adore’s eyes are wide, her lips are slightly parted and she’s nodded slowly. “Willam, I’m so proud of you. You managed to bag the hottest bitch in this fuckin’ place.”

“That would be yours truly actually.” Willam comments.

I sit my cupcake next to me, leaving it unfinished for now. “So do - -”

“I’m gonna go.” Adore interrupts as she hops off the table. “Courtney, I know it’s hours until the news bulletin but could you give me some ideas for adlib at the end of my weather report? I always try to improv but fuck it up.”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” I nod my head.

“Cool,” she speaks with a mouthful of cupcake. A bit of icing falls on her shirt to which she wipes it off with a finger and puts it in her mouth. “I’m out, motherfuckers.”

She smiles before leaving Willam and I alone again.

There’s a moment of silence as I just watch as Adore turns the corner in the corridor. I break out of my daze as Willam curses and abruptly turns to the system, turning her mic up. “And that was…something definitely 80’s. It was great, huh. And before that we had Come on, Eileen. Yep! Things are getting pretty 1980’s school disco up here in Tune.105. Up next we have Fleetwood Mac with Everywhere. Excuse me while I continue my date.”

I pretend to cry happy tears as Willam turns the mic off and plays the song. She’s such a dork. She slides back into her chair. “So what are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing, to be honest. I’m still recovering from last night.” I reply. “But if you want, we could do something.”

“Come to Karaoke! Everyone’s going. Come on. It’ll be fun.” Willam nudged me with foot. “Please come. Then I swear we won’t have to get drunk for the rest of the week.”

“There’s no point in that if Sunday is tomorrow.” I laugh.

“I know, it isn’t fair.” Willam shakes her head somberly. Her face falls as she gives me puppy dog eyes and quivers her lip.

“OK, fine. I’ll make an appearance.” I give in.

Willam squeals with excitement and I feel my insides melt. She lifts her hand and gestures for me to come closer. Obliging, she cups my face with her hand and begin kissing at work again. How scandalous.

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