#mans really opening up about his daddy issues in between sets of hip thrusts like ??

[johnlockdynamic]

genuinely so fucking weird that the gym is our safe space.

[stripper-patrick]

Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

[voxmortuus]

Alpha and His Mate

Pairing: Cpt. Syverson x F!Reader

Universe: Sand Castle

Words: 1.6k

Warning: Okay folks, I'm really nervous about this one, kinda really second-guessing this... buuuuut... here you go. This is just merely pure smut! Sorry, not sorry! You dirty folks lol! Wasting no time getting to the good stuff! SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

TW: Oh this is the smutty smut smut of the smut | Primal | Oral (Male Receiving) | Anal (Female Receiving) | Vaginal Penetration | Unprotected Sex | Breeding Kink | Daddy Kink | Dominant Syverson | Submissive Reader | BDSM Themes | Some Orgasm denial | Some Fluff | Implied Aftercare

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It was easy for you to fall for him, it was easy for you to love him, and it was easy for you to be utterly lost in fantasies with him. Everything about Sy had you all befuddled and lost in your own words half the time. The way he touched you, kissed you, caressed your body, sent your body quivering. You would think about him day to day, hour to hour, damn, second by second. There wasn't something this man couldn't do that wouldn't send you into a fury of primal needs.

You were like a wolf in heat, and you needed that alpha, the big, powerful, primal alpha wolf to devour you in any way he desired. Standing in the bedroom looking out the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, you bite your lip, thinking a moment. A giggle escapes your lips and you strip down and wearing, literally nothing. You walk over to the closet and look at the black leather box on the floor and smile. Biting your lip you go for the wolf tail buttplug and a set of wolf ears. A collar and leash. With a smile, a small giggle, and grabbing the special lube you prep yourself.

You walk to the floor-length mirror and pull out your phone and send Sy a few NSFW photo messages and a cute video of you wagging your tail with a small howl.

"You best be on that bed when I get home." He replies with a voice message.

"Yes, Alpha." you respond.

Looking at the time you keep let out a small breath and smile, it wasn't long before he got off work. And it wasn't long before he would be home. Your mind bouncing around all these ideas, all these wants and needs and he was always the one to fill them, but this was a little something else that settled in you that you had to fulfill.

Hearing the door you get on the bed all fours and your leash in your teeth and your tail wagging, He walks in and looks at you and growls a bit.

"I want to eat you up."

"I want you to fill me up." You smirk.

"Oh, I'll fill you." He smirks reaching over and slapping your ass. You giggle and you wag your tail again swaying your hips side to side. He turns you around and lifts your tail feeling your pussy feeling the heat he smirks and slaps your ass again. "My mate in heat... you're going to beg for my seed... you'll be howling for it." He smirks.

"Oh yes Alpha, absolutely." You perk up and wag your tail again.

"Keep that up and I'm going to pull that right out and fill that hole first." He smirks.

"My body is yours to do with as you please." You smirk looking over your shoulder.

"You prep that mouth of yours, Daddy's going to go take a shower. Be ready."

Nodding your head you practice stretching your jaw and giggle a bit shaking your head biting your lip you peek through the crack of the bathroom door, watching him, you smile, sitting there, biting your lip. Letting out a slow breath looking at this man made your pussy quiver more so than thinking about him. You feel your muscles retract and you shiver, biting your lip you let out a soft whimper.

When he finishes his shower he looks in your direction, and you open your mouth, prepared for fucking.

"Good girl." He smiles as he wastes no time placing the tip of his cock on your lips.

Licking the tip of him you slowly work your way along the length, your lips caressing the left side, then back up and down the right side. Taking your leash from you he pulls your head forward forcing himself into your mouth and uses the leash as leverage to fuck your mouth. Your tongue flat along the bottom of his thick, hard, throbbing cock.

"Open your mouth wider, Baby." He tells you.

You willingly oblige. Opening your mouth so he can easily slide his cock in and out of your mouth, shoving further and further tickling the back of your throat. He watches as you drool a bit and grunts.

"Fuck." He groans as you slowly close your lips around him taught and swirl your tongue around him as he uses the leash to guide you back and forth.

"Just like that, Baby, you're going to make Daddy cum in that pretty mouth." He growls.

You keep doing what you're doing, not changing a thing. You look up at him as he growls again, shoving himself deeper into your mouth and he cums in your mouth, slowly pulling his cock out filling your mouth. You smile and swallow like the good girl you are and look over his face.

"Did I do good?" You ask him.

"I'll show you how good you did, turn around." He tells you.

Without second-guessing, you turn around and he pulls the tail from you and tosses it to the floor. Smirking he grips your hips and lifts you up a bit and smiles.

"You ready for me baby?" He asks you.

"Yes, Alpha." You state eagerly.

Taking his slick hard throbbing cock he places it against your back hole and slowly pushing. You feel a small pop and you let out a whimper, your breath hitches and you pull your stomach in, your eyes close.

"You're so big Daddy." You whimper.

"You're going to take all of me baby, be ready." he coaxes you as he slowly pushes further into your ass.

You let out a soft moan as you feel him stretch you. Your hips move back and forth as you feel him going further and further into you. You grip the blankets in your fists and your face pressed into the bed as you let out a heavy moan.

"FUCK!" You scream into the bed as he begins to fuck you harder.

"Fuck baby, you're so tight." He praises you as he picks up speed. Your ass feels so good with him in there, hitting a spot only he could hit. You moan out more as he picks up more of a speed. He takes the leash and pulls you up. You're on all fours, your head pulled up-right due to the collar and leash being tight against your neck, but the pleasure is overwhelming. You can't bring yourself to control anymore.

"Fuck Daddy... I'm going to cum, you feel so good." You whine.

"Not yet baby... not till daddy fills that ass." He grunts as he slaps your ass with his large rough hand.

Your hips buckle and you press into him back and forth, back and forth, feeling him slide easily, no issues, you moan louder.

"Daddy! I can't hold it! I'm going to cum... Please Sir! Please let me cum." you beg.

With a chuckle and another grunt. "Not yet. You have to wait." He managed to speak after each thrust.

He didn't want you to cum, not yet and you obeyed that. As he fucked your ass harder from tip to hilt he held you to him and you screeched and whimpered.

"FUCK!" You call out.

"I'm going to cum again baby..."

"Then you can breed me Daddy?" You ask him.

"Like my wolf in heat... I'm going to fill that pussy up." He growls as he cums in your ass, slowly pulling out after his cock finishes its last twitch. But he was far from done.

When he pulled out the cum started to slowly drip down our pussy onto the bed but seeing that made him feel primal all over again.

"God damn girl, you've got me feeling like a beast. I just want to fill you all up." He growls as he shoves his cock into your pussy slamming against you. Making a mess all over you, all over him, all over the bed. Between you dripping wet and his seed coming from you, as he fucked you using his own cum as a lubricant he growled. "You're going to be so full by the end of the night." he growled.

"Yes please, Alpha, give me your pup." you moan softly.

He takes your leash pulling it tight again as he fucks your pussy so hard your hips buckle and his balls slap against your clit. You let out a heavy moan and you can't control your urges. You can't control your wants anymore.

"Beg for my cum baby! Beg for my seed!"

"Please, Please cum in me, fill me up, Sir. I want to carry your baby. Fill my pussy up!" You beg.

"You want my seed girl?" he growls

"YES! FUCK!" you moan out as he grunts a bit more. "Fill me Alpha!" You beg. He growls again and presses his cock deep into you holding you against him as he lets out a snarl and you feel him release for the last time.

"Come on baby, finish for me. You earned it."

With those words, you wasted no time, and you've cum the hardest you've cum in a long time. Your body shakes and quivers, you fall onto the bed, full, messy, and loving every damn minute of this. Your panting as he reaches down and undoes your leash, your collar, and kisses your forehead looking over you as he lays next to you.

"Good girl."

"You gotta take care of yourself now." He smirks rubbing your side as he pulls you closer. "How about a bath after a few moments?" He asked you.

"Yes, please." you say softly kissing his nose.

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[fourfucksake]

fight night

pairing: andy barber x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, rough smut/sex, dominant male, submissive woman + spoilers for DJ

word count: 1.9k

p.s if you haven’t already watch “Defending Jacob”

Once every couple of months you and Andy would argue like crazy. For some reason, the outcome was always the same - he left. His steps were always silent, almost as if he were completely careless to the heated situation. Your eyes would hang on his back as he slowly left the bedroom. It was like déjà vu, the exact same situation took place in this household, between you two already.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Throwing your hands in the air with annoyance written on your face you would follow his footsteps. No answer, absolutely no response. Just when you thought he couldn’t get more infuriating. You could see Andy’s shadow making its way down the stairs, the door shut loudly after he left.

Andy had no reason to act this way, yet he did. Arguments that you two shared were never serious, they were always over stupid things. He wanted to have it his way and so did you. It was complicated. This was a constant thing in your relationship, however bad that sounded. You always let it slide because of his unresolved issues and trauma from the past. You always knew this behaviour patter is not healthy, but you couldn’t help yourself. Falling in love with this stubborn, serious, senior lawyer was never in your schedule – it just happened.

Days passed and there were absolutely no signs of him anywhere. Well, anywhere near you. You just assumed he went to work normally. Andy didn’t have any family so there was no one contacting you about him. He didn’t really have friends either, he was kind of a loner. Escaping was his coping mechanism; you knew he can go without facing you for some time.

You didn’t worry too much, knowing he’s too clever to get himself in any trouble. Whether you liked to admit it or not Andy was one of the smartest individuals you knew. Him being a respected lawyer didn’t help your case since every argument with him was almost like an on-going debate, as long and tedious as the Great Wall of China.

By now, you were kind of used to being at home without him. You did your nightly routine as usual until a major interruption cut you off. A loud knock awakened the house. Your confused stare rose as you reluctantly moved from the king-sized bed placed in the bedroom. A deep sighed left your irritated face when you moved to the door. Only if Andy was here, you thought, as your feet headed towards antechamber. No guests were expected, and you couldn’t think of anyone who would bother you at this ungodly hour.

Looking through the viewfinder you mumbled a half silent “what the fuck” when your eyes recognised the familiar figure. Seeing Andy was something you didn’t expect. You opened the door after all; even the anger built over the days couldn’t make you just leave him there. You knew you are too weak when it comes to him.

Your words had no time to leave your mouth as Andy’s lips pressed onto yours. A soft moan followed as his fingers aggressively grabbed your hips. The kiss didn’t last long, stopped by his focus moving onto your neck. He gasped, breathing hot air against your skin as his mouth left sloppy and moist traces along the column of your neck. A bunch of whimpers left your mouth as your eyes rolled in pleasure. This was good, too good. Your mind had to remind you that you were still, in fact, mad at him.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?!” You yelled, pushing him away. Your chest was moving in a crazy motion, your breathing completely unsteady. There was this urge in you, a strong one, begging for you to start shouting. Andy sent you a drilling stare, grabbing both of your wrists with force. He moved his body onto yours, forcing your back to face the wall.

“Stop fucking talking,” He spat with absolutely no remorse behind his voice. Andy’s stare was set on you, lacking its typical light of positivity. You knew this look; it spoke volumes. He used his hand to pin your wrists above your head. A smirk formed on his face as he tightened the grip around them. He knew he won, he knew you were about to submit yourself to his cravings and desires. This was the time for you to stop him, but you didn’t. Andy gifted you with time, couple of seconds to respond but you did absolutely nothing. This was his sign, his confirmation of your consent for his further movements.

“Get on your fucking knees,” His command sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t know why but you obeyed like your life depended on it. There was something about his dark side that made you follow his orders. The way he looked at you, spoke to you, did you…one could only adore it.

Slowly, your legs gave in and you were on your knees. Initial thoughts made you think he wanted his pants unzipped, tips of your nails on his balls, and mouth wide open, ready to take his size on your tongue; his next actions proved you wrong. Andy grabbed your hair, harshly pulling them back as you hissed. “Be a good girl and crawl to the couch. I wanna see you on all fours, don’t you dare get up. Ass up, face down. No words until I tell you to speak.”

You gulped, being familiar with this tone. Your knees and hands moved, directing you to the sofa in the living room. Unsurely, you got up just to place yourself on the couch, ass up and face down, exactly the way he wanted. At this very moment you hated the control, the power this man had over you. If your brain stopped sending obvious signals to your fucking genitalia, you would yell at him in a heartbeat.

“Just like that, very well,” His comment almost provoked your eyes to roll. Andy being bossy with you gave you tingles and drove you mad at the same time.

The material of your silky night dressed was lifted, exposing your bare back. His strong hand gave you a painful and punishing spank leading to your body shivering under his touch. Seeing this reaction Andy repeated his action. “Liking this, princess?” Your ears welcomed his voice, a silent moan was your only response. No talking, no talking, not talking, you had to continually remind yourself. If you didn’t comply Andy would make the next spanking session a lot less pleasurable for you.

“I’m going to fuck you the way I want. Stay still and enjoy, understood?” He rasped, examining the skin on your back with his fingers. “Y-Yes,” You squirmed, still sensitive after series of slaps your bottom received. His presence was extremely intimidating at this point, you couldn’t form your words as well as you wished. Andy enjoyed you in this state way too much.

“Yes, what?” His voice was ice cold, he wasn’t shy to let you know he didn’t like your first answer. You swallowed intensely, letting out a silent gasp. “Y-Yes, daddy.” You spoke out, making sure he hears you loud and clearly. If you didn’t, he would just make you repeat it until you he was satisfied with the volume.

You could hear the characteristic sound of his belt and zipper undoing as his trousers were lowered down to hid mid-thigh. You rested your cheek on the leather material underneath you. Biting your bottom lip, you let your legs spread wider for your lover. His silent chuckle assured you he was satisfied with this move. This was exactly how he liked you, this was his best view. Andy dedicated couple of seconds to admire your bottom, imaging how pretty you would look with both hands tied back by a thick rope. He let this image sink in his head before grabbing his cock. You couldn’t see his him, but you knew he is just looking down on you with interest.

Andy didn’t bother to begin off slow, his movements were fast and demanding from the jump, only heartened by your desperate, pathetic moans. He slid his hardness in and out at a at a fast pace. His fingers dig into the skin of your bottom, burning through it with every single push. A breathless whimper left your mouth but was quickly replaced by a loud moan.

“Like that, baby?” He hissed, entering his cock deep inside of you. By the way he held you, you could tell he wasn’t going to be gentle. One of his hands travelled to your neck, mercilessly squeezing your throat. Andy slammed into you with force, making both of you moan loudly in response. His hand adjusted to your neck like a perfect necklace before limiting your access to oxygen. This show of dominance made you crazy, you were so wet for him, so in need for more.

“Yeah, fuck, y-yes,” A desperate tone of your voice was barely recognisable for you. Your fingers urgently grabbed onto the sofa, embracing the material as hard as they could.

You knew Andy can go all night, no stops. The amount of times he left you overstimulated, begging for him to stop was insane. The pounding continued, making both of you sweaty, breathless messes. His movements were fast and heavy now, snarling curses under his breathe. The thrusts were getting erratic, he was desperate to be as deep as possible.

You lost the track of time, but it was beautiful. The feeling of him inside of you was ecstatic to say the least. He knew how to work his way around women: what to do with them, how to gift them with full satisfaction, to make them feel how you feel right now.

In need of a release, your walls cuddled his cock. “Daddy, I-, “ You only managed to gasp out the first part of your sentence before reaching your peak. A loud groan escaped your lips, leaving you speechless. The expression present on your face was pornographic; eyes shut and mouth wide open with your body twitching in response to your partner still hardly pounding you from the back.

Your legs became fatigued, completely drained by the sensations the lawyer offered you. Andy senesced it, grabbing your hips more firmly to ensure you won’t collapse. With a low groan, Andy finally let himself go. The feeling of warmth exploded within your walls, introducing you to his load. Lewd moans left his mouth as he rode out the last moments of his high. Unsteady breathing was the only sound in the living room for next couple of seconds. Andy slowly withdrew himself from your pussy as his cum made its way down your thigh, escaping your insides at a slow pace.

He removed his grip from your hips, the lack of strength within forbade your posture to stay in a doggy position. Your stomach found comfort in the sofa underneath; your muscles relaxed in result of you laying down. Your body begged for a couple of deep breathes before shifting to lay on your back. Tired and exhausted you looked up at the man who participated in enduring your current state.

“I needed that,” He finally spoke, his eyes giving you their full attention. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I’m a twisted fuck.” Andy said decisively, however, still sent you a heartfelt smile. A sincere look of love followed right after, making you feel like a stupid, overemotional teenage girl. Gosh, you loved this man. Andy lowered himself down and connected your lips together in a passionate kiss that ended, or at least postponed the argument until further notice. You knew he wasn’t finished with you tonight.

[calocera]

SPOILERS FOR CATS 2019, here’s my hot takes and opinions

be warned, THIS IS LOOOONG

First off my overall opinion, i LITERALLY cannot say whether it was good or bad, like lots of critics say it just...is beyond that. It’s VERY fun and that’s all I can bring myself to say, I have LOTS of problems with it but I can’t even say that they make the movie bad. It is definitely worth watching

OPINIONS ON CHARACTERS:

Victoria: she’s good! I appreciate that they kinda left her personality blank other than her innocence since that’s pretty much how she always was, still not super thrilled with her as a main character but franchesca did the best she could

Munkustrap: I loved him! he was more of a main character than I would have expected, but they STILL cut all the charm from his lines... why do I love him then? Robbie fairchild did AMAZING background acting, whenever he was in frame he was always doing something SUPER munkustrap-y and making cute dad faces. he was dealt bad lines but he worked around it best he could. Also his legs were normal so...epic fail

Mistoffelees: 😒😒😒😒😒🤢🤢🤮 disappointed but not at all surprised...he was just a Woobie, a softboy uwu nice guy. I felt like I was seeing fanon 2013 loki in cat form. THEY MADE HIS SONG A SADBOY PITY PARTY SONG...WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THE 11 O’CLOCK NUMBER SLOW AND SAD???? Where is the smug little shit who’s vague and aloof yet confident and joyous? He was murdered by his evil homophobic shadow clone. I’m not even gunna indulge the fact that him and Victoria were a thing, I’ll go over that later. He also just constantly looked like the crying cat meme his eyes were so red and watery it was horrifying, yet somehow he wasn’t the worst character , that leads us too.....

tugger: what.the.fuck.did.you.do.to.this.boy. HE GOT THE TREATMENT I EXPECTED FOR MUNKUSTRAP! HE WAS DEMOTED TO BACKGROUND CHARACTER! not only did he not sing mr. mistoffelees, he literally did nothing other than his song, he never interacted with ANY characters besides jenny in 1 scene. I know cats has no set main characters but he’s undoubtedly one of the most important characters and he’s like...the least important named character in the movie. ALSO Jason Derulo was not sexy at all. There was NO hip thrusting NO sexy meowing NO glamrock, he was just an asshole and if I hadn’t already seen the original I would have either completely forgotten about his character or though he was the worst character. I’m so fucking angy I cannot express.

Girzzabella: ngl I expected better. Her acting was great but with the horrible effects I couldnt get invested but I’ll touch on the effects later. Her singing was good, but I expected it to carry the movie and it wasn’t at all the best song in the movie, I’d say she’s about as good as I expected she’d be but the movie itself was more enjoyable than I expected so she was less significant

Old d: she was fine, she LOOKED the part definitely, she didn’t have as large a presence as ken page but I wouldnt expect that of her. Her singing wasn’t the greatest though, her voice is fine by it’s just NOT suited to old d’s songs. I would have preferred she play a female gus bc her voice is very sweet and frail, not at all built for belting like her songs required.

Macavity: he’s just...eh. He’s basically a comic relief villain which sucks. He does practically nothing besides kidnap people, say a cheesy line, and act like a caricature of a 90s cartoon villain (and not one of the fun ones) like theres a scene where he poofs away and when he does it he goes, MACAvityyyyyyy and fades away its so unintentionally funny but it just makes him so lame as a villain. not to mention he doesnt even die at the end or get any satisfying conclusion he just gets stuck on top of a statue and his powers suddenly stop working (for some reason??)

Bombalurina: fuck that, I am simultaneously glad she only was in the macavity number bc fuck off Taylor Swift but also disappointed bc she deserved so much better.

Bustopher: 😟 never in my darkest nightmares did I think I’d see bustopher Jones deepthroat multiple crayfish but here we are. Somehow THIS was the most sexual song, I cannot begin to name the fetishes checked off by this performance bc itd hit word limit. Let me just say that I said multiple times out loud, “damn bustopher kinda a freak with it 😏😏” like I CANNOT stress how weirdly sexual it gets. And ofc its all otherwise just haha funney fat guy eat food and burp and fall down. He also breaks the fourth wall a few times which like, fuck you

Jenny: exactly what was shown in the trailer. Unfunny fat jokes and slapstick humor. Also they focused WAY too many shots on her cat pussy and I wish I was making that up. Also of note is that the cgi on the rats and cockroaches are drastically worse than the rest of the movie, like not just bad designs the effects are BAD. also they translated they whole gumbie cat fur-shedding as her wearing fake skin over her outfit which would be fine but UHH the fake fur is skin tight??? so it literally looks like shes ripping off her skin and she does it multiple times its fucking terrifying

Mungojerrie and rumpelteazer: meh, they are fine as characters, not quite as energetic as I would have liked but they didn’t massively fuck anything up? The song was horrible, they went against the beat for...some reason? Like it’s a song with a very distinct rhythm and they split up the lyrics so weirdly. I liked that they followed through with the lore of them working for macavity

Skimbleshanks: YES YESSSSSSSSSS HOLY FUCKING SHIT 💗💕💖💞💜😳😳😳😳😳😳😳💜💛🧡💚💖❤️💗 i absolutely CANNOT express how good skimbleshanks made me feel. He looks like a leather daddy with his chains and suspenders and hat and stache, I hate that I’m saying this but uh...mr skimbleshanks sir😳 we were actually screaming it was so fucking good. Watching this movie was worth it just for skimble. Unironically. I’m listening to the song as we speak. It was kinda weird that they moved the tap dancing to this song but that’s more of a detractor from Jennie’s and a plus side to skimbles since it’s good tap

Gus: good! Ian did a good job of course, no one doubted that he would.

Growltiger and griddlebone: not racist but still absolutely horrifying. One of the worst parts of the movie, I actually got squeamish looking at griddlebone a few times that’s how bad she looks

Everyone else: not that good. I couldn’t tell who was who, all their personalities were annoying, I’m on imdb as we speak trying to figure out who even was supposed to be who. Demeter is completely butchered and jemima just isn’t there, doesn’t sing her part, it all sucked man.

Tech talk:

CGI: okay so here’s the thing, the effects are good. GREAT even, the issue is how fucking horrible the designs are. The lack of cat nose, mouth, and hairy cheeks makes them all look disgusting. Also the feet. Holy fuck why do they have feet. THERES A FUCKING SCENE WHERE TUGGER GRABS VICTORIAS FOOT AND SNIFFS IT. IT LASTS LIKE 5 SECONDS. Old Deuteronomy, Gus, and Cassandra (bc she was already bald) are the only characters I’d say look anywhere close to decent, grizabella looks okay in profile but head on it’s all horrible again. its really such a shame bc the sets are gorgeous! i really hope this movie gets some form of recognition for its sets.

the editing and directing was DOGSHITTTTTTT there are SO many scenes where characters just teleport or parts where people are singing and no ones mouths are moving its really distracting

Other things:

it’s OBVIOUS that the critics calling this movie horny have never seen the original. I’d definitely say the movie is LESS HORNY than the play. It IS however waaaaaaay more uncomfortable with its hornieness, so I’d say in that regard YES, the horny stuff is much more gratuitous and off putting despite there being an overall smaller amount than the play. ie everything bustopher jones does

They changed a BUNCH of lyrics for some reason?? Like they cut verses which I understand but there are like a handful of lyrics in almost every song they just...change. like...okay? All changing lyrics is gunna do is make people who knew the songs frustrated when they can’t sing along

the dancing was incredible! shame the cg just fucking invalidates all of it bc your mind doesnt register it as real people doing real moves

OKAY THE FUCKING CATNIP SCENE so when taylor swift showers everyone in catnip they all just fucking start moaning and go FULL HORNY its TOO MUCH like misto full on does an o face like eyes rolled back mouth open  and munkustrap is like ass up panting i still havent processed it im fucking terrified to encounter it again. they cut the orgy? yet added THIS??? k

WHY did they take 2 of the most iconic characters who FREQUENTLY interact and just

a. Never even have them make eye contact

b. Make 1 a background character

c. Completely change the personality of the other one

On the topic of Victoria/misto: I am just still at a loss as to why they thought it’d be a good idea? They completely removed Plato and for what? This? Pathetic. It’s worth noting the weirdly munkustrap has WAYYY more chemistry with both Victoria AND mistoffelees then they did with each other (there’s a part where it looks like misto and munk are about to kiss for some reason?? munk ALSO gets all touchy feely with skimbleshanks???) anyways munkustrap king moments

tldr; its worth watching, the best parts were the sets, the dancing, skimbleshanks, and munkustrp fucking CARRIES the weight of the world with his face acting. the worst things were a big fat tie between bustopher, tugger,misto,jenny,growltiger and griddlebone, and the godawful design choices

[headoverhiddles]

Waking Up Slow - Marilyn Manson x Reader [Smut/Fluff]

Synopsis: The first morning after Marilyn comes home from a tour, you two take it easy in bed.

Notes: Set now, (Heaven Upside Down era) after the Twins of Evil tour. Lots of Marilyn being a cute goofball! 

You yawn, and stretch as the sunlight seeps under the blackout curtains like light reflective honey.

"Damn. What happened last night?" Marilyn's scratchy morning voice brings you to full attention. You give him a cozy smile.

"Probably the first normal night you've had since you got back from the tour."

He eyes you. "Normal, okay. Nipple tassles? Strap on?"

"As I recall... you fell asleep on me while we were watching Texas Chainsaw and drooled all over my tits."

"Kinky."

"Oh, yeah. I think your last words to me were, "I bet Leatherface shoves the chainsaw up his ass while he masturbates", then you passed out."

"Welp. That's what happens after a forty day long binge," he yawns too, frowning in utter disorientation. You wipe some of his remaining eyeliner off with your thumb, and kiss his forehead.

"I'm pissed about that, you know," you murmur. He hesitates, waiting for the inevitable mother-henning he's been used to with past partners. You just cuddle into the nape of his neck. "I'm pissed I wasn't there this time to binge with you." He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you fondly.

"I fuckin love you, (y/n)."

He drags his fingers across your panties by accident, then realizes he doesn't want to do it by accident but on purpose. He bites his lip, fingers barely grazing where you need him, and as you make noises, he starts to laugh.

"What?" you laugh with him.

"You sound like--" he giggles.

"Oh my god, I sound like the girl from the hotel room next to us that one time in Florida, I know," you laugh, and he buries his face into your shoulder, snorting.

"Ah, ah, ah," he imitates annoying, high pitched female moaning.

"Stoppit," you laugh.

"It was like watching porn."

"Really bad porn."

"I was getting jealous," he grins.

"I know, like, it was a Sunday at 4 am. Invite us or shut the fuck up."

He bursts into laughter again, and you slide over top of him, humming. You straddle him, his hands holding your ass as you slowly move, comfortably grinding against his prominent morning wood as he gently runs his tongue along your lower lip. 

You two lay there, making out for about three minutes straight, his hand every so often moving up to rub your lower back, then back down to play with your ass. His eyes never open-- it's something so distinctly Marilyn. He's self conscious in ways that astound you, but you respect it, and in some small way, you can tell he appreciates the sensation of it all with his eyes shut. It overwhelms you with warmth, and you sigh softly.

"Mmm, I could do this for hours," you whisper. He stares up at you, eyelashes fluttering.

"But then we'd never get to the good part." You giggle. "Baby, daddy's got a taste of the icing, but he wants the whole damn cake," he mutters, giving a sexy little snarl and kissing you again. He starts to grind his cock more heavily against you, and you have to laugh at how impatient he gets.

"I thought you said waking up slowly would be nice after all the chaos," you tease, keeping yourself just inches from his lips. He gives you a petulant look.

"You know I never mean what I say."

You laugh again, and he squeezes your ass. He sits up, half of his hair messed up in a wild bedhead. You stroke it out, and collapse against him, wrapping your arms around his comfy, chubby middle.

"I'm super horny," you whine.

"Yeah, that's really good then, cause so am I."

"You're always horny."

He smiles, and as you really stare at him and take in how beautiful he looks in the morning, you see his cheeks tinge pink.

"That's... a true statement."

He reaches below the covers again, and grazes your panties. You moan softly, and he lifts his chin.

"That little touch feel good?"

"Mmm."

"What do you say?"

You feel a little fire light inside of you, and smirk. "I want more." Marilyn chuckles.

"Oh. Oh, so that's how it's gonna be. What do you say, little slut?" He threads his fingers through you hair and gives a gentle pull. You grin.

"I didn't get enough, I wanna cum."

"Mmm, try again."

"Mm mm."

"Mhmm, come on... say you need me. Say you want this dick inside you... pounding you good, sweetheart..."

You let out a huff, feeling your body betray you.

"I need you."

"That's right," he coos.

You roll down beside him, pouting because you lost the intimidation game. Marilyn rolls over, and lays over top of you, supporting himself on his forearms.

"Don't be like that, baby. I need you tooooo."

"Hmph," you pout, looking away. He strokes the hair from your face.

"Maybe... this would make you happy. Hm?" His low voice sends shivers through you as he brings a hand to pull down the covers, and he closes it around your breast, gently massaging it.

"Mmm," you sigh, still trying to pout. Fuck, that feels good.

"You know you wanna beg for it," he whispers. "Go on. Beg for it."

"I don't..." You gasp as he tweaks your nipple, and uses his other hand to tease your inner thighs. He knows all your weak spots.

"Mmm?" he encourages.

"I don't..." You swallow your protests. "Fuck, I want it."

"You want it?"

"I want it."

He slips two fingers into your wetness and uses his thumb on your clit. He leans down to kiss you as he pumps his fingers deeper, curving them with each thrust.

"Ahh," you moan, one hand clenching the sheets. One of his rings is still on, but it's the pentagram one, so there's no sharp edges and it's stretching you even wider, so fuck it. You realize quickly that you shouldn't just be lying there. You reach forward, and Marilyn groans softly into your mouth as you take his cock in hand.

"Sweetheart, sweetheart," he whispers. The bed creaks as he begins to rock his hips into your fist. You use the lubricant of the precum dripping from his dick. A few seconds later, you start to wriggle your hips down, grinding, rolling your hips so every pump of Marilyn's fingers sends electric jolts through you.

"I'm... coming, oh god," you gasp, and he grimaces.

"Shit, me too, baby, me too..."

You both hold onto each other, moaning each other's names and staying there for a few minutes; you have all the time in the world, and you're not going anywhere.

"So," you sigh contentedly, wiggling your hips back into his crotch to fit comfortably, "Let's watch the end of Texas Chainsaw, since you fell asleep."

"The ending, where my boy Leatherface jams an entire chainsaw up his asshole?"

"He does NOT--"

"Pretty sure he does."

"Regardless," you put a hand on his chest, "I've got an idea. Before we do, I'm gonna go get us some coffee at the Starbucks down the hill. Let's do spooky things today, it's my day off. Yours too."

"What? Where are you going?" he moans, giving a petulant whine.

"Coffee!"

"I taste better."

"I beg to differ," you wrinkle your nose playfully, pulling your panties back on, "You need a shower."

"I don't want coffee, I want absinthe."

"Well, I'm gonna get you a coffee to put absinthe in, then. What kind?"

He sheepishly looks out the window, and you grin.

"Pumpkin spice?"

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone it's mine."

"Of course not," you play along, "Both are totally for me, what are you talking about?"

He grins too, ducking his head, and slides out of bed toward the bathroom.

"Don't be long. My dick already misses you."

"Your dick has abandonment issues," you retort, slipping on a thin camisole.

"I'd prefer to call it separation anxiety."

You roll your eyes. "I'll be back in 15."

"5."

"Fuck you, I'm not the six million dollar man."

You head down the hill, and grab the coffee as Marilyn showers the forty day long tour binge off back at the house. When you get in, you find him toweling off in the bathroom, and slide him his coffee. He glances at the name written in black sharpie on the side.

"Charles Monroe. Very amusing." Despite the sarcasm in his voice, he bursts into a little fit of childish giggles, as you sit up on the counter.

"I got yours with whip, mine without," you say, licking the spice off his lid, "I've got to keep my figure for riding you."

"Oh yeah?" he says, swiping a big glob of whipped cream off his. "Yeah?!" Your eyes widen, and you try to escape, but he catches you first and wipes it on your face. "You could have just gotten whip on yours, and dumped it on mine, so I had double," he murmurs, eating the cream off your lips. He kisses down, licking up all the extra he missed down your neck, between your breasts. You moan, looping your arms around his neck.

"That's really nice..."

"Let's start our spooky day off, mmm," he mumbles between kisses, "With more spooky sex. With spooky whips... and spooky chains... and chainsaws... mm, sounds like a song I should put on the new record..." He starts singing really terribly. "I wanna fuck yoooour vajayjay... with spooky chains and chainsaws... ayyyy...."

You give him two thumbs down, and he picks you up off the counter, swinging you back into the bedroom and falling onto the bed with you again, kissing down your neck.

You laugh, tilting your head back as his lips go even lower.

"Write a better song, and maybe I'll fuck you again."

"I don't need... anybody else... when I think about you I fuck myself, ohhh--"

"It's touch myself."

"Naaah, I do more than that."

You grin, squealing as his lips make it to your panties.

[honestsycrets]

Accidents Happen II: The Wrong Gift

↳ modern au

Author’s Notes | written for @alicedopey

❛ pairing | ivar the boneless/reader

❛ word count | 1563

❛ genre | smut

❛ gif | not my own

❛ summary | his fuck buddy knows he wants to fuck without a condom. so she gives him his wish for christmas. here’s hoping it doesn’t backfire on her.

❛ warnings | creampies, dom!reader, fwb, development of breeding lust, needy ivar, glorification kink, cripple talk.

Most of the time plastic bag dick life was cool. Well, not cool, but he had no complaints when he was getting some good fucking pussy. Usually, it wasn’t a damn issue. When it became one, he couldn’t really account for. 

“Mmm, ahhh. You’re gonna cum inside.”

“I’m cummmmiiing.”

The laptop on top of his bent out of shape legs was jiggling. Some grungy looking blonde glances over her shoulder toward her partner. His fat cock pounding her sopping wet pussy with his love.

“God damn…” Ivar curses. His fingers form a tight ring, smoothing over the bumps of his veins with every flick of his wrist. The porn is playing, but he’s not listening. He’s far off in his own fantasies, dreaming about how lovely you would look if you were constrained just like her. Ankles to your wrists, tied in some strange blank binding against a plank. Sometimes he even thinks what it would be like to fuck you standing, holding your ankles and his crutch at the same time to make you wither.

Oh he has thought about it a lot-- but most of all, he thinks of filling you with his thick seed. The moment that he usually cums is spent bent over your pussy mound, jerking his cock off until his seed coats your smooth skin.

“Ivar!” The front door slams closed, metal bouncing off of metal with a click. His eyes pop open-- you’re home early. His other hand snakes around to grasp his balls, gingerly massaging his testes with ginger strokes while cursing his inability to pleasure himself as well as he could before. It was different before you started fucking him.

The only thing he thought about was his inability to fuck. Then, the one true best friend that always chilled him out did it again and got his dick up. After that of course you shook it in front of Hvitserk and Margrethe. The door came crashing open and fuck he jumped, thrusting his laptop onto the ground with a clatter.

“Dude!” You shout while holding up the Vietnamese food he sent you after, laughing as Ivar grips his lowest laying warpick. A connoisseur of sorts. “You’re always fucking your dick man.”

“I couldn’t fucking get it off.” Ivar grits his teeth, dick bobbing in the cool air. You slide off a heavy jacket and then unwind Ivar’s own dusky scarf. He sits back to watch as you come close in your tiny grey skirt, complete with warm thermal thigh highs with adorable black and grey stripes. Why you didn’t just wear pants, he didn’t understand.

“Easy access.” You wink, pulling off the hoodie that warms your torso. An adorable long sleeved, off the shoulder top covers your chest. Ivar swears that he can see the line of your cleavage in that sheer shirt. It stretches over your huge tits. He pouts where he sits-- but the thump of your ankle boots across the ground tells him that you’re coming.

“You’re so used to pussy and ass you can’t get off anymore?” You say, snaking your hand around his dick after smacking his hands away. You snatch a condom out from your bra, peeling it open and sliding it over his fat cock.

“Fuck you.” He bites out. “I was trying to get off!”

You giggle mischievously, guiding his needy dick back and forward over your cunt. Then with a moan you guide his tip against your slick entrance.

“Man, I swear cripples are hornier than non-cripples.” You tease him and he gives you an outraged growl, just like you like. It’s all to piss him off. He could have shoved you off-- but you glide your hips down upon his, taking in his pulsing cock into your tight walls.

“Their dicks are better too.”

Ivar snorts, rolling his head as if he’s heard this one time far too many. It’s commonplace. Maybe it should not have been as endearing as it was-- but it was. You grasp his tattoo littered shoulders, riding him with more force. Ivar’s hands drop to your round ass, mashing it around his dick buried so deeply inside your moist hole.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, woman.” Ivar tsks. You ignore his so called complaints over your words, squeezing him so forcefully that he buckles into a scream.

“God-- fuck Odin!” He calls out.

You laugh, sliding your hands over his shoulders to his neck. Instead of using his shoulders to help you ride him, you let your legs do the work. Your hands clench his thick throat to force him to look at you.

“You’re close. You wanna take it off?”

Take what--

It hits him hard. The condom-- you mean the condom that he’s been after. The plastic bag that always had separated your warm, unprotected pussy from his dick and its supposed potency. Ivar sucks in air, nodding so harshly with his brows tight. He can’t-- he can’t cum yet. You said he could creampie you. You lift your hips up off him, allowing for Ivar to raise his hands to take it back off.

The condom was one thing.

Sliding his dick into a warm, wet pussy was another. His hands fell to the top of your hips, bucking forth to hilt himself deep in your soaked walls. He never-- he never thought that it would feel like this! Everyone told him it would be good but… skin to skin, your pussy enveloping his and milking him?

Oh that was something else entirely.

“Fuck you’re fuck--” He hisses with the bubbles of sweat dripping down his stubbly undercut. He was close, so fucking close that he was going to lose it before he ever thought he would. He scoffed at Hvitserk for his propensity to lose his seed in an unprotected pussy and here he was, filling the room with his moans louder than the damn pornstar on his laptop.

“Mmm, gimme your spunk, Ivar.” You work up your sultriest moan. “Fill me up and give me your sons.”

Ivar turns down his head, staring at your breasts jiggling against his firm chest. Nope, nope-- he couldn’t. Not when you were playing off the most favourite of his fetishes. For a man that was one time unable to get it up, only because of what Margrethe did, now being able to impregnate a woman… it was too much. Too fucking much!

“Come on, daddie, knock me up. I want all of yours.” You tug him forward by his jawline, turning your face to rub against his sideburns while whispering the words. It didn’t take much more than that for Ivar to lose control of his orgasm, spilling his heavy seed into your fertile pussy. Ivar’s hips buckle forward to make you take every drop of his cum, fucking you through his thrusts until he went soft.

Then, he dropped back onto the bed sheening of sweat. You giggle on top of him, caressing his stomach up to his chest. Your hips shift off of him, letting globs of cum spill over his torso while you move.

“Merry Christmas, Daddie.” You keen, your voice playfully soft.  

He pops a ocean blue eye open. “Really? You’re counting that as my Christmas gift?”

“I am a damn gift, you ungrateful ass.You better enjoy that shit because it ain’t happening again.” You poke his shoulders, making him run his finger over the area in question. “Besides you little shit--”

The words slip away from him after that. He doesn’t recall what you say… only that you state that he’d never get that wonderful feeling of cumming inside of you again. He longed for it already. How warm and risky it was.

“You would look hot knocked up.” Ivar breaks between your prattle to say. Your hand drops from your the gestures you make in midair to stare at him.

“Uh, what?” You laugh out.

Ivar tucks himself back into place in his basketball shorts he was so self conscious of while you went down to pluck up your food and awkwardly come back to bring him. The gesture is purely out of the shock of his statement. You squeeze back onto his bed, leaking cum over the fluffy black comforter.

“I said you’d be a hot milf.” He says, crawling closer to trace his fingers over your thigh.

“Well shit yeah, that is my goal.” You laugh it over, rolling on your hip to face him. Ivar turns on his back, shoving his arms behind his back. Ivar simply stares at you for some time. More than comfortable for a fuck buddy. You’re not exactly sure what’s going through his mind either and so you sit up with the food between your thick legs.

“You wanna watch um, Bird Box?” You move on, deflecting from what is really on his mind. How beautiful you’d look pregnant, how fuckable and round a belly would be on you. At twenty seven, most of his older brothers had already had children.

So he should have had his own soon. With no other woman in his life, mother said it could wait. Thirties and forties were a good age for children, sure. But for Ivar who was about to graduate that very summer from engineering, his eye was now set upon more warm things.

He wanted a child.

“Yeah, sure.”

[blackleatherjacketz]

My Brother’s Keeper: Chapter 3

Negan x Reader

Summary: Your brother runs away from the Sanctuary, and you pay the price

Warnings: LEMON, Choking, Sibling Rivalry, Daddy Kink, Self-Voyeurism?, Biting, Marking

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“What the shit was all that back there? Your sister win a dick-sucking contest at the county fair and nobody bothered to tell me?” Negan’s voice echoed against the walls of his bedroom before he shut the door behind him.

“No,” you whispered, still constantly baffled by his jarring words.

“Well then, what is it? Am I making the wrong choice, here?” He set his bat down in the corner of the room, hovering his hand over it gently to make sure it wouldn’t move before walking away.

“No!” The thought of her taking your place made your stomach turn even more than watching Negan brag to your father about what happened in the infirmary. All your life you played second fiddle to your older sister, and you weren’t about to do the same here at The Sanctuary. “She just…”

How could you possibly describe your inferiority complex to him without sounding stupid, without sounding petty? How could you tell him that she paved the way for every social interaction you ever had in the small town you grew up in together? All the second-hand clothes and second-hand relationships from her made that pavement dry and cracked over the years. You recalled men and women commenting on how hot your sister was before realizing she was with someone else until they eventually settled for you. Negan was the first person to notice you before even glancing at her, and that was something.

You watched him removed his glove and jacket, taking his time to carefully drape them over the back of the couch before waltzing back in front of you. His face was stern and prompted more of an explanation.

“She’s more… active than I ever was.” You decided to shorten your answer, hoping he’d drop the issue.

“Active?” He leaned to the side, his eyes widening in anticipation.

“She’s had a lot more boyfriends than I have, and most men like her more.” You swallowed hard, your cheeks heating up again in shame. “Most men like her first, that’s all.” You looked down at your feet, an involuntary deep breath expanding your lungs wider than you’d expected.

“So, you ever get her sloppy seconds?” he asked, sauntering towards you until his boots brushed the tips of your worn down sneakers.

You let out your breath and took in another one, trying to focus on what you wanted to say instead of what had actually happened in the past.

“You have!” His voice was softer now, but closer to your ear as you kept your eyes on the floor. “Well, shit, we’ve all been there! Hell, I get one of my men’s sloppy seconds every time I bang one of my wives, but we’re not here to talk about that, now are we?”

“No,” you muttered, feeling his finger lift your chin.

“No.” The jovial smile melted off his face as your gaze met his, the rest of his fingers wrapping themselves tightly around your neck.

You gasped as he squeezed even harder, glaring at you through thick lashes that seemed to cast a dark shadow over you. He pulled you into him, tilting your chin upward with his thumb, and without a word, asked if this was okay. He rose an eyebrow to beg the question as his thumb rubbed against the length of your neck, gently massaging your carotid.

You nodded in response, feeling that rush of adrenaline you missed as he backed you up against the wall.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his smile returning. His voice was like gravel on a dark back road, settling in your ears as the concrete wall cooled your upper extremities.

You tried to control your breathing, his grip sliding up and down your throat until it eventually loosened enough to travel down your chest and abdomen. His fingers were just as you remembered them, rough and strong against your skin as he removed each item of clothing.

He undressed you in silence, a phenomenon quite unusual for a man who never seemed to stop talking. Kneeling down before you, he pulled and tugged on the garments that protected you from the elements for so many years, the buttons and zippers echoing loudly in the room.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, standing up after sliding off your socks. “On your hands and knees for me, Princess.” He smirked and let his hands fall to the buckle of his belt, sliding the leather strap out of its metal latch.

Oh boy, this was really happening, wasn’t it? His confident demands hardened your nipples and shook your thighs as you ran your palms down the front of your body to make sure you were all still there. You suddenly realized just how naked you actually were as you watched him undress the rest of the way before he nodded toward the bed.

“Y...yessir,” you whispered, taking the hint and climbing on top of the mattress.

“Sir, huh?” He slid his pants down along with his underwear and kicked off his boots. “I like that.”

You felt your muscles tighten as you glanced back at him, the one between your legs starting to swell as you noticed his size, large enough to match his ego. You rocked your body backward and presented yourself like some sort of show dog on PBS in front of his… mirror? Mirror! How long had that been there? Who in their right mind would have a mirror at the end of their bed…? Negan. Negan WOULD have a mirror right where he wanted it.

“Look at you,” he praised, walking around the side of the bed.

You couldn’t help but follow his instructions, looking at your starved and naked body in such a demeaning position made you furrow your brow. You’d always avoided mirrors in The Sanctuary, and now you remembered why. You could see the scar from that fence a few years back, the puncture from the pencil you fell on in the sixth grade and your ribs. Each of them slid under your skin as you took deeper breaths to prepare for what was to come.

Before the apocalypse you would have loved to have looked like this, to be this skinny. Now that you had no choice, well, you cursed your past self for wanting something so frivolous and superficial. What you wouldn’t give right now for some extra padding on your hips and ass and maybe even on your stomach.

“Damn, baby.” He pulled you out of your pity party and traced his fingertips down your spine, drawing out even more moisture between your thighs. “You see that?” He climbed on top of the bed and began stroking himself behind you, the sound of his skin igniting something primal in you.

“Yeah,” you whispered, ogling his reflection.

“You’re gonna watch me slide inside that pretty little pussy of yours, and don’t you dare think about looking away.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. “Now, are you gonna be a good little girl for Daddy?” he asked in a gruff voice.

Your breath hitched at the word. Daddy?! Your mouth fell open in surprise as his grip on your scalp tightened, forcing you to stare at the ceiling while he teased your entrance.

“Uh-huh,” you managed to whimper, nodding and pushing your hips backward in hopes of enveloping him.

“I thought so,” He let go of your hair and grabbed your ass, running the tip of his cock up and down your length. “Fuck baby, you are soaked! All that for me?”

“Mmm hmm,” you whispered again, shaking in anticipation.

“Good girl,” he repeated. He slid his arm under your thigh before lifting it up above his hip, pushing you down onto your side in one fluid motion so you could face the mirror as he finally pushed himself inside of you.

“Oh!” you gasped, letting your eyes close as he stretched you out. “Oh my god!”

“Keep those eyes open, baby,” he whispered, grabbing your chin and turning it toward the looking glass. He smiled as he thrust himself inside of you, slowly at first just to watch every inch of his cock get swallowed up by your dripping wet heat. “That’s it.”

You let your ankle rest on his shoulder as he kindled the flame inside of you, sparking a chemical reaction each time his tip brushed up against your cervix. His balls pressed against your skin, holding that wild sensation for as long as he could before pulling back out of you and starting all over again. Sweat dripped down between you two, the sounds of skin on skin quickening as he started to pick up the pace.

You wanted to touch him, to grab him and kiss him as you clenched your muscles down around him, but his grip on your chin only tightened when you tried to sit up. You moaned in protest as you reached for his chest, scratching three lines across his heart as his hips pounded you deep into the mattress.

“Not today baby,” he managed to whisper in between thrusts. He grabbed your ankle and pushed it off his shoulder, laying you flat on your back before his hand wrapped around your throat again. He turned your head to the side, rocking into you and barely pulling out in between thrusts as his lips grazed your neck.

He opened his mouth and bit down, pulling on the tender flesh below your chin as his teeth shot jolts of pain throughout your body. Those sharp stimuli countered the deep, rhythmic pleasure that his hips were giving you; overwhelming your senses with a mixture of pain and pleasure you never knew you needed.

“You may not be my wife, but you’re fucking mine.” he whispered into your skin, sucking his way down your neck while his grip remained ironclad.

“Uh-huh!” you muttered, arching your back as his thrusts became relentless.

He bit you again, taking a new piece of flesh into his mouth as he slammed inside of you so wildly that you began to see stars and flashes of light.

You lifted your legs as he finally brushed against that spot you had so often thought was a myth, and wrapped your legs around his lower back. Your insides started to quake, to convulse and spasm as he pulsed inside of you and sucked another bruise onto your skin, starting something you no doubt would want more of. Your moans carried throughout the room as the two of you came together, falling apart and collapsing next to each other in a heap of sweat and cum.

“Yeah, I definitely chose the right sister.”

[choicesatnight]

Restart

Title:  Restart

Pairing: James Ashton x Vivian (MC)

Rating: NSFW and stuff...

Word count:  2,507 words

My disclaimer:  This character is owned by PB, I just enjoy some elaboration. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N:  * is a separator due to scene change, very very very minor use of Daddy. Super tame.

“Ohhhh…” James can't control his moaning. His dick between her breasts, he stops thrusting to focus on savoring the feel of her lips around the head of his member. She can't stop moaning either, his dick in her mouth as he runs his thumbs repeatedly over her erect nipples. Her moans are becoming louder and lasting longer each time his dick pops in and out of her mouth. Her appetite for him is as insatiable as his for her and she'd suck his dick all night if he never stopped her. Her lips around his dick is a sensation he’s addicted to feeling though his desire to taste her becomes overwhelming and he immediately moves off of her to lower his face between the thighs he loves so much. No words are spoken before his tongue meets the lips of her pussy, delving inside to find the treasure he seeks. “Daddy" she moans in a whisper, hands on the back of his head, resisting the urge to push his face until its smashed against her pussy. She can feel the vibrato of his baritone groans as he feasts on her center, her limbs writhing involuntarily responding to his tongue until he moves up to speak “This pussy is so damn perfect “ he licks her slit, “tastes amazing “ inserting a couple fingers to play a little before pushing himself up to lie on top of her, aligning his hips with hers releasing a loud grunt upon insertion “Its wetter, warmer than ever before" he starts to thrust “Faster Daddy, harder" and he increases the speed of his thrusts. She likes it rough and being pregnant hasn’t changed that. “Harder, baby I can take it.” James is devoted to giving her exactly what she wants. Bracing himself by gripping onto the couch they're lying on, he thrust powerfully into her pussy causing her to scream his name. He loves the sound of her pleasure scream, especially when she’s calling his name and he continues to thrust until her moan sounds like a balloon that's losing air, a decrescendo, a downward whistle.  Pleased knowing that he has satisfied Vivian, he quits thrusting though remains on top of her, inside of her.

Vivian only smiles before sitting up to kiss his cheek, letting him know to get up so she can get dressed. It has only been a couple of weeks since they’d agreed on a temporary separation that they didn’t seem to be adhering to considering they're still sleeping together. Once her dress is over her head, “James, tomorrow we have a prenatal appointment. I'll call you.”

“I wish you'd just stay. You're carrying our baby. You should be here with me.”

“It’s too hard to live with you and not be with you. Plus, I call you for every single thing. Appointment. Tomorrow. Okay?”

“Of course. Call me when you get home. Or at least text me that you're safe.”

“Okay James “

Without so much as a farewell kiss, she leaves the apartment that was once home to her and drives minutes away to her new place. James is fully aware that a friend helped her with her place though he is unaware that the friend in question is Shaun. He invites himself over all the time. He’s even got a key meant to be used professionally since he is the maintenance man for this complex as well, but he pops in to visit Vivian regardless of business nature. Shaun is walking the hall when Vivian arrives home.

As confident as ever. “Hey, sexy" he flashes his golden smile that usually flusters her thoughts completely.

“Just left James. We had sex.” Stating facts as coldly as she could, hoping to deter Shaun from any flirtation although she left the door open for him to follow after her. Of course, he does.

“I guess I can get why you wanna sleep with your baby's father that you're separated from. There’s still love there, right?” Surprised that he isn’t calling James “money bags” or making fun of him in any other way, she continues talking about James.

“I love him so much and I wish he'd drop this separation bs. I'm pregnant by him. What does he think I'm going to do?”

“This separation won't last long. He won't wanna be away from you or that baby for too long"

“Thanks for listening, Shaun. I didn’t realize I needed to complain."

“Anytime, sexy" that smile. This time Vivian notices his smile and finds herself stuttering when encouraging him to leave

“Um..se-se-see you tomorrow?”

“No question.” He walks out the door, she shuts it behind him and falls on the couch irritated thinking about calling James when she should be lying in bed beside him, she texts him at his request for safety assurance. He responds to the text by calling her.

“I’m glad you’re home safe. You could have been at home if you continued living here.”

He can’t see her roll her eyes at his words, but he can certainly hear the snarky attitude when she snaps back at him,

“End this dumb separation. Let’s just be together and I’ll come right now.”

Silence. She speaks again,

“Exactly. So, shut up about my living situation and I’ll see you tomorrow. “

“Don’t act so innocent Viv. I have trust issues, yes but I also WANT to be with you. Can you blame me for being scorn? Afraid? Cautious?”

“I’m not trying to act innocent. I just miss your kisses. I miss being wrapped in your arms. I miss lying beside you. I miss everything about us.”

“Let’s keep working on it; on being 'us' again. For starters, we can converse about the happenings in our lives."

She grabs a bag of Chex Mix to start snacking, munching by the handful. Even eating the bagel crisps she usually hates.

"Well, James, next week I'll officially be two months along. We have an appointment tomorrow.  There’s nothing else going on in my life.” she speaks in a monotone to accentuate her boredom with daily life sans James.

"Don’t underestimate how largely important that is. What I have to say fails to compare with pregnancy but, it's all I've got."

"I'm all ears"

"My parents are having a soiree honoring a partnership my father has made in business.  His business partner Jeff and his wife are relinquishing a good amount of control to my dad. I thought it'd be kind to give them a gift upon arrival. "

"Okay. What'd you have in my mind?"

"They love spending time at the spa. I was thinking of getting them a $1,000 gift card to a spa."

"For $1,000? James. Are you crazy? These people are not special to you.  No. That's stupid. "

"It’s polite. Everything costs so much these days. Spa treatments are expensive. A thousand dollars is like dimes and nickels "

"It’s too much. You wanna be polite? 80 bucks. 100 max. 1,000? James, what the hell? When did you become so dense? You’re the first to remind me that we have a baby on the way to take care of, but you're gonna drop a thousand bucks on a gift for your parents’ friends? Use your brain, James. I can't even deal with you right now. I gotta go " she hangs up the phone without waiting for James’ response. While changing into her pajamas she notices her a low on her phone. It's James calling. She can see his face as the phone vibrates, rolling her eyes while ignoring his call, she gets into bed; James calling again, as she drifts into a sweet slumber.

*

The night passes and Vivian awakens still feeling annoyed with James for being so careless with his money. The idea of talking to him gives her a headache and thinking about their appointment today makes the headache worse. Walking toward the bathroom she hears the clicking of her front door being unlocked and knows its Shaun. She turns directions back toward the living room to meet him,

"You can at least knock as a warning. What if I were naked?"

Shaun smiles. A smile the seems so golden. Like everything else should instantly be in glee after he smiles. "That's what I'm hoping for."

"Whatever perv." and they stand staring in one another's eyes in silence for seconds that feel like minutes. Usually, Vivian can shake this off but this time, she stumbles. Struggling to find words to change the conversation from this silent flirting. Fixing a piece of hair behind her ear she exclaims, "James!” successfully snapping out of her Shaun induced trance.  Shaun's expression of confusion is so pronounced, she would claim she could see the question marks floating around his head until she continues speaking “Um...James kinda irritated me last night."

"What'd he do?"

"He wants to gift his dads’ friend a thousand bucks. I know they’re financially set but doesn’t he know priorities? We’re having a baby and he’s just giving money away. To people he doesn't even know. For his dad!" Her chest bounces and ponytail come a little loose after her animated gesturing when explaining to Shaun

"Damn sexy, why you do your moneybags boyfriend like that?"

"He's supposed to be smart and he’s not my boyfriend. "

It was the first time she denied claim on James and Shaun notices.

"So can you take me to my appointment? I'm going without him. I'll make up an excuse. I don't wanna see him."

"Yes, I'll take you but I'm also staying.  You shouldn't be by yourself if you've got someone around during your pregnancy. Deal?"

"Deal. Let's go."

She begins walking out the door when Shaun puts his arm out to stop her

"You're forgetting something, sexy" he looks at her from head to feet.

"Oh yeah. I gotta shower. Come with?"

"Come on, sexy. Why you gotta tease me like that?" She giggles, appreciating his knowledge of her little joke before she walks into the bathroom.  

Her phone starts ringing, and she sighs seeing James face on-screen Here we go she thinks as she picks up the phone

"Vivian.  I finally got you. So we're on for today, right? I should head over there in about 20 minutes?"

Speaking softly, "No James. I didn't sleep well last night. I rescheduled. "

"Do you need anything?"

"No. I just wanna shower and lie down.”

"Okay, well I--" but she has already hung up

**

Meanwhile, at James apartment, he’s stuck constantly wondering if Vivian is telling the truth about needing more sleep. She seemed adamant about the appointment yesterday, she hurried off the phone and let’s be honest, she simply doesn’t have the greatest record of being forthcoming with James. In an effort to change his thoughts, he opens his laptop to purchase the $80 gift card that Vivian angrily suggested while still thinking of his distrust in her. It feels like an out-of-body experience when he looks up at the screen realizing he has searched private investigators. His distrust in Vivian controlling him as he reaches for his phone to dial the number. Feeling a little shy at first but more confident as the phone rings, James explains exactly what he’s looking for, and gives Vivian's address, they hang up so that James can text the investigator a few photos of Vivian as requested.  With only a smidge of guilt and much more satisfaction, James sets down the phone trusting the investigator much more than he trusts Vivian.

 After completing the transaction with the investigator, James takes the short walk to the library where he sits at his laptop working on his next play.

Beside him is a dark-haired woman on her laptop, reading reviews of Rosethorne Park.

He can't help but to speak to her,

"You saw Rosethorne Park? What did you think?"

He holds out his hand, “I'm James, by the way" she shakes his hand while turning back to her screen "Comfort. I saw the movie, but I’ve heard the movie was loosely based on the play. I also heard that the play is a million times better than the movie. The play is touring small venues in this city only so I'm reading reviews before I buy my ticket."

"I didn't get your name."

"Comfort. I said Comfort."

"Oh, I'm sorry I missed it before.  Nice to meet you, Comfort and I'd argue to agree, the play is better than the movie. The movie kinda sucks."

"In comparison, I can imagine that the movie sucks. Original work is usually better."

Comfort's enthusiasm for James work has an effect on James comparable to Cupids arrow. The magnetism between these two is more than James can comprehend. He wants to kiss Comfort and somehow, he knows she wants to be kissed by him. He and Vivian are separated so it's okay, right?

No, no she's having their baby and he wants to work things out. Guess there will be no kissing tonight.

"So, James, when do you plan on telling me that you are the accomplished James Ashton? The playwright?  The author? That Rosethorne Park was your first play, and this is your first-time touring?"

He sits shocked that she knows this stuff though his expression gradually becomes a grin showing that he is impressed by her knowledge.  And a little turned on. This girl just keeps getting better  

"What gave it away? Was I too interested in the play?"

"No, your interest level was perfect. I simply can't forget such a handsome face and I saw your picture in your author bio to your book, Prescribe to love."

"You recognized me from that? The girl I was dating at the time gave me a mini makeover for it. I don't look like that."

Why did he say that!? He just had to make it known that he's technically single right now.

"James, I'm looking at you. Yes, you do look like that. Anyway, are you teaching these days? I'd love to pick your brain."

“I don't teach, but I'd be willing to meet with you."

She closes her laptop,  

"Let's set that up."

"You closed your laptop. Are you leaving me already?"

James brand of flirting isn't so obvious, nor is it usual though he can't seem to refrain from flirting with this girl.

"Yes, I promised my grandmother I'd go to T.J Maxx with her. But I won't leave before we make our date." They share the same brand of flirting and she whips out her phone going directly to the calendar.  

"Let's not wait long. How about tomorrow?" Even her eagerness is come hither to James.

"Tomorrow is perfect.  Here's my phone number.  Text me your address. I'll come to get you"

He hands her one of the business cards he had previously printed but has never used.

"Okay, James.  What time?"

"Text me and I'll text you back." James smiles feeling suave and mysterious, Vivian not on his mind at all as he watches Comfort walk away.

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[kkookies]

06 | silk

⤷ 180805 silk, edited and rewritten

jeon jeongguk was your best friend. kim taehyung was the campus mistake. what happens if you capture both of their hearts?

previous | next

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Taehyung ignored you throughout the next week, even when you flirted with him. Typically, if you had flirted with him, it would lead to him in your apartment in less than an hour. Instead, you were left with a “read”. You didn’t understand what you did, if you did anything at all.

He yelled at you, and then proceeded to get black out drunk with you to take care of him. You should be the one ignoring him.

It was in class even. You would try to make eye contact with him, or ask him a question about the lesson. But he would ignore you completely.

One day, you had managed to reach him after class. You walked quickly beside him as he walked towards his car.

“You seem stressed lately.” you said. It felt as though you were talking to the wind. “And you’re ignoring me.”

“Yeah, and?” he didn’t look at you.

You were irritated by then. You were trying to figure out what was going on with him, and he was acting like an ass.

“What the hell is your problem?” you asked, pulling his arm so he would stop walking.

“What is yours?” he retorted. “You’re being especially clingy lately, and we agreed not to get attached, did we not? Get off my dick.”

Now, he had hit a nerve. You scoffed at him.

“You’re serious? ‘Get off my dick’?” You laughed, crossing your arms. “You are the one with the problem, here. Have you forgotten the fact you were the one with the anger issues last week? And not only that, but you were blackout drunk and I had to take care of your drunken ass?”

He stepped forward. “Keep your voice down.”

“Why?” you were almost at a shout. “Are you embarrassed? Or are you just that much of a coward and don’t want the rest of the female population to know that you haven’t dicked down anyone but me lately?”

He was dragging you to his car before you could blink.

His arms caged you in between him and the passenger car door, his eyes pouring into yours.

“Why don’t you just shut the fuck up?” he growled, voice low and deep.

You shuttered before saying, “make me.”

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Jeongguk was not in a good mood. He knew this as soon as he woke up. He tried to find a way to rid himself of his attitude, but not even playing video games relaxed him. Your disappearance hadn’t helped, either.

You had told him “I’ll be back after class! Don’t die or anything!” when you left earlier. Now, it was night and you were still gone. He wanted to chill with you, watch some Netflix and cuddle together. You were probably off with Taehyung’s dick inside you.

He threw the controller, watching as it collided with the wall.

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Taehyung’s mouth was against your neck as soon as you entered his bedroom. The both of you managed to walk through the frathouse without raising suspicion, calmly walking towards his bedroom, only to be attacked as soon as you opened the door.

Taehyung had your back pressed against the wall, you moaning as his lips pressed along your neck and collarbone. He chuckled.

“Wet for me already, love?”

You just rolled your eyes and got down on your knees. You looked up at him through your lashes. Rubbing your hand over his cock through his jeans, you smirked.

“Looks I’m not the only one enjoying this.”

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Jeongguk sat in silence, trying his best to distract himself from his bad mood. He couldn’t stop imagining you with Taehyung, his disgusting mouth against yours. He didn’t deserve you.

Jimin noticed how zoned out Jeongguk was, looking up from his paper. They were together at the coffee shop, working on homework for the next week. “I need something to do” Jeongguk had texted him. And Jimin never was one to turn Jeongguk down.

“Hey, man, are you okay?” Jimin finally asked. “You’ve been daydreaming for the past couple minutes.”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Jeongguk replied immediately, senses returning.

“Nope. We aren’t doing that today.” Jimin closed his book. “You’re going to tell me everything. Everything you’re feeling. Everything that’s going on. We aren’t going to pretend you’re okay, because you obviously aren’t.”

Jeongguk appreciated Jimin’s friendship, but this was something he hated. He was never one to express his feelings, especially towards you, and Jimin was always one to encourage “healthy talking”. It made him sick. How was he supposed to talk about things he couldn’t even put into words?

He exhaled before speaking. “I just… hate it.” he closed his eyes to compose himself. “I hate how she chose him. Taehyung. And how she won’t even tell me about it, so I have to pretend to know what’s going on. She always tells me everything. The amount of absolute bullshit I used to hear about her life is incredible. Now, it’s like… she’s keeping secrets and keeping me out of her life. It never used to be like that.”

They sat in silence for a moment, Jeongguk’s words hanging in the air.

“We aren’t in high school anymore. Things change.” Jimin told him. “I’m sure she’ll tell you, talk to you about everything. Maybe she’s confused about things herself.”

“Yeah, well,” Jeongguk mumbled bitterly as they opened their books up again. “This girl that’s keeping secrets? She isn’t the girl I fell in love with.”

✧✧✧

Taehyung entered you slowly, making sure to take in the sight of you. This was his favorite position. You writhing beneath him, lying on your back, so he could see every facial expression you make. Intimate.

Once he bottomed out, he gave you a second. You moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You started rotating your hips, hoping he would get the hint and start moving.

And that he did. He mumbled something about you “always being so tight” and roughly started thrusting into you. You were a moaning mess, falling over your own words and you had to close your eyes to stop them from watering.

“<i>Fuck.</i>” you mewled. Taehyung continued harder.

✧✧✧

The sun had started to set, telling Jeongguk that it was time to return home. Maybe you would be there, smiling and making snacks for the two of you. Or maybe you wouldn’t be home at all, confirming his idea of what you’ve been doing all day.

You didn’t even message him.

Jeongguk tried to rid his thoughts and remind himself that you were his friend first. Best friend. Before anything else. You were you. Nothing would change that.

Of course, he didn’t think anything would change his feelings towards you either. He has tried and failed to get over you, move on, over the years. Nothing worked. He hated it.

He hated a lot of things, he decided. One of which was himself. He couldn’t blame you for his feelings of jealousy and anger. That was on him.

He sighed as he headed home.

✧✧✧

You came around Taehyung’s cock, letting out a moan that sounded very similar to his name. Your thighs shook as you convulsed around him.

He growled, gripping your hips and hitting you in the same spot he had been all night. The mix of pain and pleasure created a new feeling you couldn’t explain.

“Tae, <i>please</i>, I can’t…” “You can.” he told you. “And you will.”

And with a couple more trusts, you felt your core tightening for the fourth time that night. Overstimulation clouded your mind. You could barely breathe. Soon, you came again.

You couldn’t take another one. You would already have trouble walking, and everything was starting to become too much. You looked up to see Taehyung staring at you, his pupils dilated in lust and hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Undeniable beauty.

“<i>Daddy</i>, please,” you moaned. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. “Please cum. Release it all inside me. I want to be full of you, Daddy.”

Taehyung’s hips faltered as he came inside you. “Fuck, I love you.” he muttered.

You didn’t hear him over the ringing in your ears.

✧✧✧

You walked home slowly. Your legs were wobbly to begin with, and it didn’t help that Taehyung fell asleep right after. No ride home. You let him sleep.

As you turned the corner, you nearly ran into Jeongguk. He looked absolutely exhausted with bags under his eyes and his hair unbrushed.

You couldn’t look much better, you told yourself. You still had sex hair and were most definitely flushed. You wore Taehyung’s hoodie over your leggings, underwear nowhere to be found in Taehyung’s room. You could feel his cum slide down your leg. Fuck.

“Hey, bun.” you greeted.

He looked you up and down and scoffed. “You’ve <i>got</i> to be kidding me.” Jeongguk walked past you and towards the house both of you resided. You looked at the back of his head, confused, before rushing to catch up with him.

“What’s up?” you asked casually.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask Taehyung? He seems to have all of the answers for you lately.” he said, irritation rolling off of his tongue like venom.

Your entire body became rigged as you froze in the middle of the sidewalk. Oh.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re joking right?” Jeongguk stopped and turned to look at you. “You’re going to play dumb?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. What was there to say? You knew that he would find out. He was your best friend. What surprised you was the way he was talking to you, anger seething through every word.

“You really were going around, being an absolute whore with <i>him</i> and expected me not to take notice?” Jeongguk continued, rage flashing through his entire body. The way he spit "him" instead of his name made you shiver.

“Fuck you, Jeongguk.”

“Interesting, because it seems to me like Taehyung is already doing that for me.”

You turned before he could see your tears fall. You didn’t know exactly where you were going, but there was no way you were going home.