#tom with the underwear is mood

[drunkonduty]

Got a new phone have some tom doodles

[faghubby]

kinky marriage

"Please don't stop, fuck me" Paul moaned. I grew tired and pulled my strapon out of his ass.

"I'm tired sweety. Do you want to ride it?" I asked. I rolled on my back and Paul jumped up and his cock swallowed my toy easily. He rode my toy for another 5 minutes before his cock Leaked cum all over my stomach.

Paul rolled over and laid next to me.

"Paul should I get you a bigger cock" I asked mostly teasing.

"I love your cock baby" Paul said

"I know but would you want to try a thicker one?" I teased his soft dick. He fell silent.

"Okay lazy bones get up" I told him pushing him off the bed. He grabbed his underwear and raced off the the bathroom. He always did this his hole stretched out he felt like he had to potty. When he came out I was already dressed. And fixing my hair. I pinched his butt.

"No panties bitch boy" I teased. He made a look he hated when I teased him about being girlie. Just because he liked to get pegged." He got dressed and came out to the kitchen. Where he saw Teresa sitting there waiting.

"Wow you guys are very vocal" she laughed. Teresa and I were life long friends. She also lived just across the street.

"Who let you in?" Paul said annoyed. I came up behind him and gropped his sore ass. He fell silent, not sure if was to stop from moaning or just not to upset me.

"Relax stud muffin, Kelly told me about your kink months ago. She didn't tell me how much you begged for it" Teresa could be a total bitch.

"TEE!" I scolded. Paul looked at me annoyed but we would talk about it later he knew Tee would take my side and two against one. Paul stormed out.

"Think he be in a better mood after getting railed. You never told me how vocal he is" Teresa laughed.

"Stop" I laughed softly. Checking to see if Paul was still in ear shot. I changed the subject and poured Teresa a glass of wine. We heard Tom go outside.

"This all started because you refused to suck his cock?" Teresa asked.

"Why are you so obsessed with this?" I shot back. Teresa looked at me like I was crazy.

"Okay, yeah I don't like to suck cock. So I told him I would do anything else. He beat around the bushes a bit but then confessed what he wanted. So once a month I peg him." I explained

"Does he fuck you?" She asked.

"Of course" I responded confused

"I mean in the ass?" Teresa clarified

"A few times, but no not really" I told her.

"And you only cum when he goes down on you?" She said. I had told her this before.

"I'm not telling you anything anymore" I told her.

"What if I let you fuck me with your strap on" Teresa asked

"You need a bigger one slut" I shot back. We had a few more glasses of wine.

"Please don't tease Paul anymore" I asked her she agreed. But then said

"Maybe I should just suck his cock" she burst out laughing.

"You need a bigger one" I said without thinking. We both burst out laughing. Paul came back in and we ordered a pizza. Teresa was nice and stopped teasing him. After we ate Teresa went home. I walked straight up to Paul and grabbed his ass.

"Do you want a round two?" I teased. We never did the pegging thing but once a month. Paul looked at me with surprise in his eyes.

"You don't mind" he said almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud.

"Baby, I would fuck you everyday if that's what you want" I said running my hand across his face then kissing him. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. The toy was on the sink in the bathroom. Paul grabbed it and for the first time helped me put it on. Tighting the straps. He was on his knees as he did. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of the toy. I didn't do anything I just watched. I had been careful to choose a toy that didn't look like a penis. I leaned forward a bit. The toy slid across his cheek. I cupped his face with my hand he looked up at me. I looked at him trusting to tell him it was okay if her wanted. I positioned the toy at his lips he parted his lips. I just smiled.

He leaned forward and took it in his mouth. I let him explore I didn't do anything but stand there. I ran my hand thru his hair. His eyes closed I watched as he sucked my fake cock. I started to move my hips. He toke more of the toy. Soon he was sucking all 5 inches.

I was so turned on I could feel my juices flowing. Paul was definitely enjoying what he was doing. I lifted my foot and ran it across the bulge in his pants. As I did Paul's body jerked he stopped sucking and grabbed my legs as he moaned and wimpered. He had just cum in his pants I thought. Paul recovered and looked at me embarrassed. I kneeled down.

"It's okay sweety" I said hugging him.

"You won't tell" he said almost in tears.

"I swear not a word" I told him. Helped him up and took him to the bathroom. I undressed him. He blushed when I pulled off his cum filled panties.

"Julie I'm sorry" he whispered, I kissed him he stood naked before me. I felt powerful having him so vulnerable. I helped him into the tub. He sank down into the perfumed water.

"Have you ever done anything like that before?" I asked as I washed his chest with a washcloth. "With a boy?"

I reached down and grabbed his dick. I massaged his soft penis.

"No, I just " he started but fell silent.

"Paul, your in a safe space" I assured him. His penis got hard again he never got hard this fast after cumming.

"Scoot up on the edge of the tub" I told him, he lifted himself and I stroked his dick. I leaned forward and took his penis in my mouth before I even closed my mouth he pumped his load into my mouth. I swallowed. Paul leaned forward and kissed me. He must of tasted his own cum. Paul slipped back into the tub. I left him alone. I was in bed when Paul got out of the tub. He came in wrapped in just a towel.

"Come you can sleep naked" I said pulling back the covers. Paul crawled into bed, he tried to initiate sex.

"Paul I am still on my period" I told him. I didn't like sex during my period. Which is why I usually picked this week to peg him. But I had gotten such a thrill out of him being naked before me. And sucking my toy. I reached over and grabbed his dick he was soft.

"I just want to make you happy" he moaned.

"You do baby" I assured him. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked rolling over to face him.

"Greg" he mumbled.

"What about him?" I asked . Greg was his long term friend since they where kids, he was the best man at out wedding.

"When we where in 9th grade" he said. Letting me fill in the blanks.

"You sucked his cock. Well everyone experiments?" I held him tight for being brave and telling me. Paul looked at me as if he was about to cry.

"It went on for awhile" he tried to open up. I just kissed him again.

"For over a year. Till we both got girlfriends" he spit out I could see the relief on his face. Telling his biggest secret.

"Thank you for telling me. Baby" I cuddled even closer to him.

"Your not mad?" He said as if he was free.

"No, sweety I love you and am glad you told me" we can talk more about it tomorrow if you like. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I woke to Paul penis Rick hard poking me in the thigh. I smiled I had unlocked something he was never like this. I mean sure wake up with morning wood but not after last night. I rolled over and stroked him. He roused.

"How you felling this morning" I smiled as I teased his dick. He stretched and kissed me. I stopped and got up heading to the shower. Paul followed. He washed my back. He rubbed my breasts but I made him stop. They where tender. He was aroused the whole time.

"Should I put my cock back on?" I asked. He looked worried he wanted it his body told me he did. But he was afraid to ask for it. I got out of the shower, I let him finish up as I put my cock back on again. I stood wearing just panties and the strapon when he got out of the shower. I didn't say a word I just pushed him over the sink. My lubed toy slid in easy. His ass was so well trained. We needed a bigger one. I fucked him hard and fast as he shivered as water dripped off of him. I was relentless. I gave him everything I had my thighs and abs burned before I stopped. I had not even noticed he had already cum in the sink and was just letting me abuse his ass.

A few days later my period over I came home from work and dragged Paul to the bedroom. I was naked in seconds and laid on the bed I was so horny. I pushed his head between my legs. He slowly teased me he was driving me crazy. But he knew exactly how to ,ale me cum with his talented tounge. I bucked and jerked as he made me cum. Multiple orgasms spammed thru me. He held me down in order to keep pleasing me. He finally stooped I tried to catch my breath as he climbed on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I teased. As he tried to put his dick inside me.

"What?" He asked confused.

"I was thinking that there should only be one cock in this relationship" I told him biting his nipple playfully. "And since you like mine way more then I like yours" I teased. I reached down between us and stroked his little dick with two and my fingers and my thumb. He moaned.

"Lay on your back" I told him he rolled off of me his hands at his sides. I stroked him softly and slowly.

"Which do you like more eating my pussy or sucking my cock?" I giggled.

"Your pussy baby" he said breathing heavy.

"But my pussy grosses you out a whole week every month" I reminded him. I rubbed his hard nipples.

"I would love to see you suck a real cock baby" I told him. He just moaned and tried to push against my hand to get more stimulation.

"If I let you cum in my pussy would you lick me clean?" I asked. Again he just tried to fuck my hand. I stopped and spread his legs and teased his hole.

"This is what you really want isn't it?" I teased he moaned even louder. I stopped only long enough to grab a bag fm under the bed. I applied lube to the toy in the bag. Paul just stared at the ceiling i held the new toy to his ass. He loomed up at me with surprise. I didn't wait for him to say anything I pushed it into him. He grunted, started to whin but then moaned as the toy hit his prostate.

The new cock was twice as thick as the previous one I could just touch my fingers as I wrapped them around it and it was 8 incertable. Paul lifted his ass off the bed as I worked the toy in further and further

"FUCK ME!" he screamed. As he came his dick soft. But cum poured out of it, not shoot just dribbled. I had never seen him cum so much ever. I caught some with my free hand and bought it to his open gasping mouth. I just poured about a tea spoon of his cum into his mouth. He tried to complain but I worked the toy and he just gasped and moaned more. I scooped up more of his cum and stuck my fingers in his mouth. He started to suck on them.

"You are such a cock whore" I told him. His penis now totally deflatedand drained just sank almost completelyinto him. His balls tight up against him as well. I removed the new toy from his slutty ass.

"I got you something else. I thought it would be fun to try. But they say you should shave first" I told him pulling out a clean plastic chastity cage. I fiddled with it but you could just pull it right off of him. I was disappointed but when I got up to get dressed I picked uo my dirty panties. Paul was still lying on the bed. I started to put them on him.

"Since I have shown I have the big cock in the relationship maybe you should start wearing thr panties" I told him he didn't resist even lifted his butt so I could slid them in place. They where white brief style panties with little butterflies on them and a wide lace border. He looked so adorable as he made only the slightest bulge in them. I left him to change the sheets and clean the dildo. As I went to start dinner. Paul was wearing basketball shorts when he emerged about 20 minutes later. He also was walking a bit stiff.

"You didn't change did you?" I asked pulling his basketball shorts to see him still in my panties. I started fucking Paul at least twice a week with our new toy. I had put it in my harness and lived to peg his ass with my strapon. But I also made him suck my big toy as well. He learned quickly how to take 6 inches of it down his throat. The last two inches he struggled with until I just rammed them down his throat. I would then have Paul go down on me. Even coating my cunt with his cum first. It had been weeks since he had been inside of me.

"I think you should shave your pussy for me. Like I shave mine" I told him one night as I pushed his head down between my thighs. He just nodded. I was a bit surprised after he had finished pleasing me he got up and filled the tub. I went to see what he was up to only to find him trying to shave his ass. I laughed a little then took the razor and helped him. But I didn't stop at his ass. I trimmed. Then shaved off all his pubic hair. I did that silly strip up to his belly as well. And down to his knees.

"Go put on a pair of my panties" I told him. He had only worn them that one time. But now he seemed much more submissive to whatever I wanted. He did exactly as I asked. Showing me the lilac panties he had picked. Simple cotton briefs but he looked so cute in them. In the morning he went to change.

"You should wear a pair of the bikini style less likely any one will see them peaking out of your jeans" I told him. He looked stunned. Then put his boxer briefs away and picked out a yellow bikini style panties from my drawer. I was actually surprised he put them on. Then finished getting dressed. Before he rushed off to work. I had some time and pulled out my vibrator and masterbated thinking about Paul getting caught and sucking off his boss.

As I pleasured myself I realized I had not been fucked in a month. I shoved the toy deep, I needed to get fucked not by Paul and his little worm. No I like Paul needed a big cock to satisfy me. I came hard before I went to shower. My head in the clouds the rest of the day as I imagined everyone I saw taking me. Fucking me. Not just the men either but the ladies as well. I wanted to finger myself as I thought about my assistant bending me over my desk and fucking me with a huge toy as she called me dirty names.

I wanted to be someone's whore!

"I want you to find a cage that will stay on your clitty. Since we aren't going to use it anymore" I texted Paul. He didn't respond.

I spent most of the afternoon reading about cuckolding your husband. I wondered if Paul would let me fuck a big black man. I rushed home and was making Paul's favorite recipe for dinner.

"Smells great" he told me kissing me. He then showed me his phone. He had picked out and purchased a tiny stainless steel cage. It was less then an inch long.

"Paul, do you want a man to fuxk you?" I asked completely serious. He looked nervous. I knew it was a no, but he wasn't sure.

"How would you feel if I found another man a well hung man to fuck me?" I asked. He again looked worried.

"I have been feeling" I started " no, its more I need someone to dominate me. Like i dominate you, " I told him. I saw him getting hard in his pants I undid his belt and reached down rubbing his penis thru the panties. I then stopped pulled his pants down to his knees and dropped taking him in my mouth he didn't last a minute before he filled my mouth with his seed. I stood and kissed him feeding him every drop.

"I am going to Cuckold you, find a real cock to service me. You can eat their cum from my used stretch cunt" I told him. He just lowered his eyes. "That is the last time you cum like a man" I told him. I put a rush on the cage.

That night I had Paul take pics of me to post on tinder and some other sites. As is et up dating profiles. Some I said I was single others I openly asked for them to Cuckold my husband.

I got a message from a man with in an hour asking questions . I was honest explaining what I was looking for. He sent me first a pic of his face then of him dressed and after an hour of going back and forth we exchanged pics of us each naked. Paul was so turned on he crawled between my legs and started to eat my pussy. As I texted another man. I showed Paul the pic of his cock it was thick. And he claimed 7 inches. He lived nearly 50 miles away though. We text for a few days. Before he told me he wanted to drive out and meet me this weekend. We made plans agreed Paul shouldn't watch at least not the first time. So I made arrangements for Paul to have a guys night out while I entertained my guest.

Frank arrived just after Paul left. He wasted no time. I was naked on my knees in two minutes of his arrival. He was taller and heavier then Paul at 6' 210. His cock was indeed thick I barely could get my lips around it. But so wanted to. He bent me over and drove his cock deep inside me, as he slowly fucked me his finger teased my ass. I didn't say anything so he got more bold. And soon as his finger inside my ass. I handed him lube. I now had it all over the bedroom. Since I fucked Paul so much. He continued to fuck me as he worked his fingers in and out of my ass. Adding another then another.

I was soon cumming all over his big thick cock. But he wasn't done. He filled me onto the bed and with my one leg on his shoulder drove his cock into me hard. I came a second time before he pumped his load deep into me. I laid there spent as he got a drink. He came back and offered me his soft cock. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth he quickly grew hard again. I was in awe, he was a fucking machine. He applied lube to my ass. He was going to fuck my little ass with that thick monster. I screamed into my pillow as he pushed the head in. He then waited letting me become adjusted to it. He went slow and gently as he worked his cock more and more into my ass. But soon I was moaning and begging for more. Till he filled my ass with his cum as well. When Paul returned I was naked cum leaking from both my ass and pussy. As I laid in bed. frank long gone. I made Paul lick this man's seed out of me. He even ran his tounge across my asshole.

I then locked him in his new cage and had him put on the tiniest lace pink thong. I took a long bath as Paul changed the sheets.

Was hooked but so was Paul. I found myself at least once a week meeting a man just for uncomfortable sex. Some of them learned I was as submissive as Paul probably and would use me however they wished. Even sharing me with a friend. Or spanking me, tying me up, blindfolded me, I was game for anything. Even when one guy shared me with his wife. I didn't return home til, the next afternoon. Paul loved to hear about what I had done, but didn't want to watch instead stayed home and waited for my return. Hoping I would peg him.

Till one night I bought two men home. I told Paul they where for him. At first he was scared but they took him. I watched as he sucked them both. One fucked him as the other shoved his cock down Paul throat.

After that Paul agreed to anything. And was soon completely free of any body hair, wore only the sexiest of panties 24/7. And slept in satin nighties. On vacation he would even wear a skimpy bikini to the beach if I told him too. It was hard to keep everything a complete secret and soon a few friends found out. Kelly and I had sex while Paul was allowed to watch. And both of us watched as Paul relived his youth by sucking his friend Greg's cock as Kelly and I watched. Then Greg Kelly and I had a threesome while Paul wore a dress a did the dishes. It's been 5 years since I locked Paul in permanent chastity. And as my anniversary gift to him I am going to run a train on his ass. I hope he loves it as much as I would.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 21: Billy Lenz

Day 21! Welcome to the final day of the third week of Fictober! Thus that means we will be winding down the NSFW alphabets shortly but we still have one more week of Fictober goodies to come!. I do also plan to do more NSFW alphabets in the future including in the fun things I have planned for November and December <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut, NSFW

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

Not gonna happen, sorry but it's the truth. If anything your going have to be the one who takes care of Billy afterwards if he even sticks around. Though most times he ends up just going back into the attic.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

On him he likes his hands, he likes how good he makes you and himself feel with them. Though that's about it, Billy has never really thought of his own self long enough to have a "Favorite part"

On you though he likes just about everything. If he had to pick he'd probably choose your ass or your thighs for obviously sexual reasons. Though like I said he really likes everything.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Everywhere, literally everywhere, and if you try to tell him otherwise he's not going to listen to you. So be ready for there to always be a mess. The messier the better in Billy's opinion.

D is for Dirty Secret:

Billy is really just one big dirty secret and whether you actually know about his secrets or not is questionable but as long as he thinks you don't know that's fine with him. He does everything from stealing your underwear to watching you shower.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

If creeping on sorority girls while they had their boyfriends over counts then sure, but if not then Billy is the most inexperienced person on the planet when it comes to actual sex. Don't let all his dirty talk fool you, Billy is all bark no bite.

F is for Favorite Position:

He likes cowgirl and reverse cowgirl the best. Mainly because he can just lay there and not do having and have you do all the work for him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

I don't think Billy is capable of taking anything seriously. Like anything at all really. So expect him to be cackling and talking your ear off pretty much the entire time.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

Contrary to popular belief and the fact he lives in an attic I do think Billy keeps himself at least slight groomed. He's not the best at it but he doesn't let himself get unruly.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

This is something I feel like could be up in the air. Like Billy is capable of being at least a little romantic but whether you see romantic Billy or not is up in the air. It depends on his mood and a lot of other factors including if baby Billy wants to throw a fit or not.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

Very often, like almost everyday whether he has you nearby or not. It's almost his favorite thing in the world besides you... and well being a creepy peeping tom murderer, but who's counting.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Mommy or Daddy Kink

He has a major choking kink. You'll sometimes have to pry him off if he ever gets a little too into it, but he would never actually hurt you too terribly bad.

Knife play is real big for Billy too. Another instance where he may get too into it but again he would never cause major injury to you.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

In your bed pretty much always. He likes in the attic for god sake it's not like he ever leaves the house to begin with. Sometimes he might take up a couch or floor somewhere if you can't make it to the bed but he's mostly a classic bed kinda guy.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

If you catch him right after a kill that's when he's most ready to go. He's still got all his adrenaline pumping and also make sure to show up in a slutty outfit. Something about seeing you in barely there clothes drives Billy up the wall.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

There isn't a lot that he wouldn't do, like I said he never wants to cause you any actual severe injuries but they do happen. It's basic as fuck but a big no for him would be anything you wanted to do that involved leaving the house. If you have to leave the house he isn't interested.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

Billy loves to give, like LOVES it. He lives for giving you pleasure and making you happy. He likes to receive too but nearly as much as he likes to give.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

It's a spectrum for Billy. He can go at literally any speed at all depending on his mood. Sleepy slow morning sex to fast hard rough sex after he's killed somebody.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

Half your sexual encounters with Billy are quickies. Billy loves them, he'll tackle you onto your bed and you won't be able to get him off of you until the both of you have finished about three times each.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

Billy is totally down, bring up whatever you want to him and he's entirely down to try it. Bonus points if he ends up hardcore liking it.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

Billy's good for a few hours, he gets tired and cranky after a while but when he's got full stamina he can go like a rabbit.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

Another thing he's entirely down for. I don't think he would use them on himself as much as he would like teasing you with them. Another thing were he loves seeing you writhe with pleasure.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

Billy can get mean, especially with his words, but he never ends up teasing you long as it always ends up backfiring and ends with him working himself up and giving you both what you want.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

Billy is loud as hell, he moans, groans sometimes even yells. Hope and pray you don't have any roommates or Billy won't be a secret for long.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Billy may not be one for aftercare but you'll get him to stay around longer if you pull his head to your chest and hold him. Billy loves to be held especially by you.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

A good 5 or 6 inches, though he's really skinny without much girth. There's also a curve towards the end of that makes him appear bigger then he actually is.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Extremely high though if it's obvious your not in the mood he'll backoff and go jerkoff somewhere.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

Billy like never sleep really. He's bouncing off the walls pretty much 24/7. So he might leave after you guys are done but sleeping is the last thing on his mind.

[pedgito]

need me some slow, romantic, maybe a little rough, sex with our baby boy boyfriend tom pls (only if you feel so inclined)

author's note: this is just...yeah. we can all dream.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) established relationship, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, face slapping/grabbing, the soft rough sex i’ve ever written

word count: 3.7k

Tom's voice is muffled in the valley of your breasts, still covered by the frilly lace of your bra. Your shirt is shoved to the side, along with most of his clothes, both of you having haphazardly undressed, too eager to touch one another, skin to skin.

He's been planning for a week, trying to get everything just right, all the small details - setting the mood, as he calls it - all for it to end up crumbling as soon as he woke up that morning.

The restaurant he'd made reservations at? Closed. The sunny, bright weather he had expected? Overshadowed and overcasted by rain. He even called off today—which was quickly ruined by a phone call begging him to fill in for a sudden no-show. He's been running on empty most of the afternoon into the evening and by the time you step foot into his caravan you can see it.

He's done. So utterly done that he can't even think of an apology. But, he doesn't need one.

There was this outstanding expectation that he needed to get your one year anniversary perfect, a fear of dropping the ball and disappointing you, that you might find some reason to leave him.

Everyone left him; that wasn't a secret. It's why he's secluded himself away here. He wasn't unhappy, it was nice here—but things could be better.

You shush his apologies as he speaks against your chest, hands running a fury of waves along your skin, up your side and down toward your thigh, hooking your leg over his hip and widening his legs, rubbing his cock against your middle, finding him as hard as you'd expected.

He's begging for it—to be with you, to have his way with you.

"God, really fuckin' need you," He sighs, lips dragging along your collarbone and toward your clavicle, trailing until he reaches your lips, pulling you into a deep, searing kiss, "you look beautiful."

"I've got no makeup on and I ran over here after my shower," You respond, a giggle in the back of your throat, "I'm in my pajamas, christ—Tom, are you alright?"

"Tried to make things perfect for you," He admits, pulling back slightly to look at you, the low light of his trailer and the television screen in the corner of the room illuminating his face, the soft cupid bow of his lips jutting out as he pouts, "didn't even cook you a proper dinner."

"We can eat later," You assure him, even though it's nearing close to ten and the only place open was a twenty minute drive, "I'll cook or something, it's not a big deal."

"You deserve it." Tom says sternly, brow furrowing in response to your carefree attitude. "This sucks, doesn't it?"

"It'd be a lot less sucky if you'd fuck me," You respond bluntly, "had a long day, don't care about the fuckin' food. I just want you."

"Yeah?" His eyes light up—you were the remedy to it all.

"Need you," You say softly, pulling at his shirt, fingers fisting into the ends until you can yank it over his head, "want you inside me."

"But, I wanted to—"

"Tom, for my sanity," Your eyebrows raise in annoyance, begging him to skip the sweet gesture of going down on you—as much as you enjoyed it, you'd much rather have his cock inside you, "please?"

Now, preferably.

He's got enough sense to pull your underwear off, rather than push them aside. Most of the time, it's fumbling, rushed quickies between shifts because you're both too insatiable to avoid each other and Tom's too impatient to get you fully undressed.

He's not surprised that you're already wet, his cock springing free from his own underwear as he navigates it down his hips and off, settling between your legs again with a soft nudge to the line of your cunt, the head of his cock pressing gently, catching your clit.

You grumble, a quiet noise that Tom otherwise wouldn't hear if it weren't for how still the air was outside, aside from the occasional howl out in the distance. He gets the idea though, wasting no more time to press inside you.

The fit is tight, a little resistant at first, a result of your impatience. A slow rock of Tom's hips does the trick, easing inside of you like home and your collective sighs filling the air.

He's got his hands locked under your knees, rubbing at the sensitive skin in the joint there as he holds them close to his body, a little higher than his hips so the angle feels deeper, more intense. Your open palm presses against his chest, fingers dragging against the thin patch of hair in the center, catching on the silver pendant hanging around his neck.

"S'this what you needed?" Tom asks, a warmness to his voice that only came in moments like these, rough around the edges from the strain his pleasure held on him.

You nod eagerly, a small gasp leaving your mouth as he folds you in more, angling his hips deeper. He opts for his hands pressed into the sheets on either side of you, your legs still secured tightly around him. You clench, an involuntary action caused by the quick switch in position, his cock hitting some deep spot inside you that makes you want to curl in on yourself.

"Oh, fuck," Tom curses, eyes falling shut for a brief moment before flicking up toward you, "love, we talked about that."

You're lost, drowning in the high of your own pleasure, so much so that his words don't even register, nodding absently in an attempt to seem coherent. You do it again, a little less on accident as your fingers wrap around his tensed forearms and squeeze, his pace quickening slightly at the tight squeeze of your cunt.

"Hey, you listenin' to me?" Tom asks, a tinge of impatience in his tone.

"Mhm, yeah." You answer idly.

You weren't. At all.

He's got his eyes on you again, contorted in a mix of confusion and frustration as his thrusts slow, a hand coming to reach for you face, chin squeezed between his fingertips as he forces your attention.

"Wanna try that again?" Tom asks, a subtle smirk crossing his features. "S'goin' on with you?"

You shake your head carefully, still caught in his firm grip.

"I'm fine," You insist, "jus' really needed you. This."

And frankly, you wanted to lose yourself a bit. Forget about everything going on, all the stress and worry—be with Tom in this moment and enjoy it. But, he worries, he cares. It takes a moment for it to click, the impish, needy look on your face, begging without saying the words.

Tom didn't often try and get rough. He enjoyed the soft, intense slowness of sex. Two people holding on, grabbing and squeezing and feeling one another. He'd bury his head into the crevice of your neck and listen to the small sounds you made, soft moans and little squeaks of pleasure when he felt his own orgasm approaching, pace quickening until it consumed you both.

Your eyes fall shut, a long sigh on your lips as he leans up, hands returning to your knees and spreading your thighs further apart. There's a soft cry that leaves you, his palms spreading out over your stomach, all warm and calloused, rough from his job and the occasional working out that he did. He squeezes your waist, silently asking you to keep your legs spread open like this, pulling you back against his cock until the force is scooting you up the bed a fraction with every thrust, cries quickly turning into loud, unconstrained moans.

"Look at me." He pleads, crestfallen when you shake your head.

"C—can't," You argue, seeing stars behind your eyelids, "s'too much."

Tom quirks his head slightly, feeling annoyed, selfishly, that he can't have you look at him. He's not one to force or demand or give ultimatums but he needs it. He stops dead in his tracks, sacrificing his own need for release to get what he wants.

You sigh, frustrated, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

"M'not asking." He tells you, "I can stop, if we need to."

Your eyes quickly retch open, staring back in bereavement.

"Fucks gotten into you?" You ask, taking a full body glance at the man before you—the man currently seethed inside you. His chest is flushed a deep red, rising and falling quickly. His lips are parted, brow furrowed in annoyance but his eyes still soft. "S'gonna be like that?"

"If it needs to be," Tom counters, shrugging slightly, "—does it?"

You huff, "You're getting teazy, stop it."

Tom laughs at that, a short chuckle through his nose as he moves his hips an inch, settling back into a slow rhythm.

And he almost - almost - believes that you can follow through, but when things settle back into a comfortable pace, you're right back to your previous state, eyes closed in an attempt to block out the distractions, feel him.

He's reaching a boiling point, grabbing your face roughly in an attempt to catch your attention, but when it doesn't, he tries a different method. It's not the first time he's gotten rough, per-say, but it's a far cry from what you're used to—and it isn't until his hand comes down in a sharp slap across your face that you're realizing how much you don't really mind it.

It's not aggressive or harsh, but a solid reminder of what he's asking - no, demanding - of you. And you can see the instant regret on his face when your eyes open, widened slightly at the shock of it all. It's tense, his eyes searching desperately until you can't help but laugh, hands covering your mouth in an attempt to quiet yourself.

"Fuck, that's—sorry," Tom spills out, prying you hands away gently to rub at the spot, face hot from the sting, "that was - too much, wasn't it?"

You shake your head hesitantly, actually thinking it over—Tom was good at making you feel safe, even now, and if you couldn't have a small change in dynamics when it came to sex, then what was the point? And it doesn't snuff the fact that you definitely didn't hate it, at all.

"Do it again?" You asks softly, Tom sharing your confusion and amusement now as his hand pulls back, balls up into a tight fist and unfurls.

"Are you—you're okay with that?" Tom asks.

"You're not trying to hurt me, are you?" You ask assuredly. Tom doesn't waste a second, shaking his head. "Then?"

"But I mean—it does hurt, doesn' it?"

You shrug, "Feels kinda good," You smile, giggling at his quick change in expression, something hiding deep behind his eyes, "you wanna make me feel good, yeah?"

Tom snorts out a short laugh, your cheeky and nefarious behavior easing his worries. "Always."

"So," You start, baring your chin up slightly, heels digging into his ass as you pull him in against you, his thrusts having slowed to a stop again after he's momentary freak out, "do it - again."

Tom grunts softly, forced forward and nearly falling over you in the process. He laughs again, a soft sound as he runs tenderly at your chin bared before him, pulling his hand back gently to give you a soft slap against your cheek.

Your eyes narrow, sighing and resting back fully into your pillow. He didn’t have it in him, clearly—not when he’s being put on the spot. 

“Really, that's all you got?” You say patronizingly, “M’not gonna break, Tom—I’m asking for it.”

He slaps you suddenly, without warning, hair fanning across your face. It’s exhilarating, heart racing in your chest as you gasp, surprised by the sudden strike. There’s an involuntary clench around his cock at the action, that pit in your group igniting again, his hips rocking slowly.

You nod slightly, which is a good a sign as any. His day had been awful, you could see it. It's not like you're asking him to take it out on you—use you in ways you would've never imagine otherwise, but it feels like fair play. You were just as frustrated, if not more, dealing with unruly and inconsiderate people all day.

Usually you would opt toward complaining and venting at one another, not arguing, rather just telling each other about your day - though, vividly and animatedly. But, considering the circumstances, the importance surrounding the day; it felt okay.

He snaps his hips once, roughly, a small yelp escaping you.

Tom smirks, a small chuckle coming from behind his grin.

"You like that?" Tom asks, knowing full well of your answer. He does it once more, timing it with another quick slap to the opposite side of your face.

His eyes light up when your tongue pokes at your cheek, daring him to do more. "Fuck, you're not real, you know that?"

"I'm right here, you fucker," You snark, mouth splitting into a smile when he shakes his head, "yeah, yeah—I get it, Tom."

He's poured his heart out to you more than once, little was left to be said that you didn't already know. Tom truly couldn't believe that you were real some days, a tangible person in front of him, one that often woke up beside him in bed and cuddled into his side, all warm and soft and mumbling to yourself in your sleep.

Tom buries his face into your neck for a brief moment, continuing his sharp, rough thrusts as he fists the fabric beside your head, rutting into you in a way that felt animalistic, the sharp jut of his pubic bone rubbing against your clit, the sound of skin slapping harshly against skin. The comforter had fell to the floor at some point, along with your clothes, and you whine, nails digging into Tom's skin when he hits the perfect point inside of you, his hand shooting to your hip to keep you there, still you.

"Got an idea," He rushes out, sounding breathless, "turn around."

And as argumentative as you like to be, not a word is said. You scramble shifting around until your on your belly, Tom's hand reaching under your thigh to pull your ass upright, the other smoothing down your back until he's got you in a position that pleases him, his hips rocking slowly against your backside, not entering, but nearly.

"You'll tell me if you don't like something, right?" It's a check in, a silent warning that things might reach a boundary you couldn't handle. But, you trusted Tom—you'd repeat it until you were blue in the face.

"I trust you." You respond, it's not what he's looking for.

His hand fists your hair, wrangling your head until the left side of your face is shoved into the mattress, giving you a side glance at him, though it's uncomfortable to make the effort to look. You huff gently, his eyebrows raising in question.

He didn't need to speak.

"Yes—yes, I'll tell you. Of course." You assure him, a surge of pride mirroring his satisfaction as he releases his hold, though lacking the normal gentleness.

"Good, good," He murmurs to himself, a strong grip on your hips as he presses into you, sliding back inside with ease, but his pace is nothing but easy, "stay like that."

You nod, breath hot and wet against the sheets as he holds you at an angle that feels painful - it should feel painful - but it's a dull ache in comparison to how good everything else feels. You cry, throwing caution to the window when you stifle the noise into the sheets, turning your head slightly.

“Hey,” His voice is a warning, tense as he yanks your head back to the side, squeezed between his fingertips as he forces your mouth open, “fuck did I just say, love?”

“Sorry,” You gasp out, garbled by the tight grip he had, “I’m—‘m sorry, Tom.”

He watches you carefully, thrusts deepening and his brow furrowing slightly, feeling you tightening around him, the small inclination that you were getting close.

His thumb catches your bottom lip, rubbing at the softness of it and thinking about how they always taste softly of mint, obsessively reapply your chapstick in fear of chapped lips. It did it’s job, at least.

“Are you?” Tom challenges, thumb slipping past your bottom row of teeth and over your tongue, “Are you really?”

You nod, a needy movement that has you wiggling back against his cock, changing the angle immensely.

Tom groans deeply, switching out his thumb for his pointer and middle, “Suck.” He orders, your mouth closing around his fingers without question.

He watches carefully, mouth parted at the sight because even with him buried inside of you, your mouth still drives him mad. He pulls away after a moment, feeling the wetness was sufficient enough and angles his hand until he can press them against your clit, the sound that escapes you is nothing short of rewarding for him.

“Hey, huh uh,” He chides, “no coming until I say you can.”

“That’s not fuckin’ fair.” You nearly shout, rearing back in an attempt to look at him. The hand not busy working you to the brink fists your hair, forcing you back down into the pillow, allowing Tom to easily overpower you.

“Say the words,” Tom says, “we can stop.”

Just a few simple pleas, a snap of your fingers, it would all be over. Tom would have you back under him, on your back, whispering all the sweetest words he could muster but that’s not what you’re looking for. You can play the game for now, allow him the little fun he seeks from it.

You shake your head stubbornly, gasping inwardly when his fingers speed up, the soft pad of his fingertips swirling over your clit until you’re white knuckling the sheet, gasping on nothing but stale air - and he’s pulling back.

It’s torture. Actual, full on, torture.

He notices you trying to make the effort, eyebrows creased in concentration and annoyance, that ache in your gut growing stronger and stronger until it hurt. But, he’s not as unreadable either, his thrusts faltering slightly as your bodies fall, his front pressed tightly against your back, hot and sweaty bodies molding together.

You can’t be bothered to complain.

His arm is still tucked tight under you, circling your clit gently as you come back down from the near orgasm, stopping every so often until he sees your face relax, another subtle nod his direction.

“God, feel so good around me,” Tom sighs, teeth digging into your shoulder lightly, muffling whatever sounds followed, “fuck—gonna let me come inside, yeah?”

“S’dangerous.” You mumble, still, your mind throwing all precaution to the window.

“Fuck it—let me,” Tom begs, “S’just this once.”

You sigh softly, nodding despite your best interests.

“Don’t worry, love,” Tom assures you, “I’ll go out and buy the pill—s’much as I’d love seeing you like that m’not ready either.”

The heavier his slurs get, the closer he is - that and he’s panting loudly into your skin, broken gasps when you squeeze him just right.

“Gonna let you come,” Tom starts, “but you’ve gotta ask.”

“Tom.” You pout, bottom lip jutting out slightly. He can see it, but barely—the light in the overhead fixture is nearly out of juice, but if he squints, he can see you pretty well.

“Humor me?” Tom asks softly, “Please?”

And if there were any way to bring Tom back into himself, it was you. So, you throw on some of the theatrics for his sake.

“Oh—okay. Fuck, Tom—“ A sharp gasp, hand reaching between you and the sheets to grasp his wrist, the loose and languid circles quickly become a less of that and more determined—now that gasp, it’s genuine, “I’m right there—let me, can I—can I come, please?”

“Yes,” He nods furiously, “please—need to feel you come around my cock, love.”

Tom’s vision nearly whites out and he swears he loses consciousness for a moment, his fingers coming to a stop as he comes soon after, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks while he’s buried deep inside of you, spilling all he had to offer.

He groans long and loud, “Fuckfuck, oh my—please turn over, please—“

It’s clumsy but you manage, the ache in your hips noticeable as you flip over, quickly consumed by Tom’s lips pressed against your skin, like he’s trying to nuzzle into you and make a home. He moans, a soft sound, and it’s endearing.

“Hey, hey—“ You nudge, his head tilting up until you can barely see his eyes, before he’s hiding his face again and continuing his prior actions, mouthing a slow line of open-mouthed kisses along your neck, “Tom, seriously.”

He sighs - like a kid not getting their way.

“You got me all hungry now.” You complain.

Tom chuckles to himself, turning up to rest fully against you, head propped in his open palm, elbow resting in the small gap of your arm and your body. He grips your face gently with his free hand, shaking your face playfully.

“Worked up an appetite, huh?” Tom teases, “Whaddya say, takeout and a movie?”

You giggle softly, leaning your head down to kiss the small sliver of skin that connects his thumb and pointer finger before nodding in response.

“And then a little more of that.” You suggest, his face lighting up at the admission.

“Enjoyed it, didn’t ya?”

Tom really shouldn’t be as excited as he is, but it’s new and thrilling and part of the reason he just can’t enough of you.

“Too much.” You admit freely.

And Tom would take a million bad days if it meant he could have this, with you.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Fucked Up Soul

🩸 Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, boys panicking, mentions of biting, blood, cursing, weaponry, allusions to past abuse, allusions to lots of past trauma, omega Tom bff, underwear theft, sneaky texts, Tom being a saint, boys in denial, enemies to lovers, pouty boys, mentions of masterbation, unhelpful blockers, both boys being cum goblins 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Dom was still trembling by the time he reached his flat. Once or twice he thought about finding a stray asshole Alpha and working his urges out but somehow even though he'd been near to breaking before he met the man, his need for release wasn't as strong. If he went too long between kills it started to effect him deeply. His chest would tighten, his vision would tint red, his mood would edge to uncontrollable anger, and he found it almost impossible to control his outburst. Normally having his night interrupted would destroy his so small fuse but after what he'd done he felt his desperation calmed. Even with the confusion and self hatred burning in his veins and through his thoughts. He'd always heard how helpful a sexual release was but he'd never believed it. Not before that damn omega.

He was still wound up, he couldn't help it. Everything he'd fought against for so long was now in question. All the things he prided himself on were tossed out the bloody window and he'd never expected that. He'd popped a fucking knot and tried to scent an omega. He'd licked his face as if it were a claim. He spied on the guy, though he couldn't be completely upset at himself for that. Stalking and voyeurism was part of the job. But this felt… filthy because it felt so fucking good.

His hand shook as he unlocked his front door and the moment he was inside he slammed it closed before resting against the wood to try to calm his racing heart and mind. His wrist throbbed though the wound had already closed but something felt off as he stood there. His home was his safe place- as safe as a sociopathic Alpha could find, and while he was used to spying on others he wasn't accustomed to feeling… watched. Not alone. He couldn't shake it.

“Are those yours? Interesting update to your wardrobe.” A voice sounded from further inside the flat, making Dom jump. He scanned the room and his predator level vision saw through the darkness well enough to find the lump of blankets on the sofa that was his omega roommate and best friend. Bollocks. He'd planned to give the man a verbal lashing but it appeared the photographer wasn't feeling well.

It took his ADHD riddled brain a moment to circle and catch up before he remembered the boxer briefs tucked in his pocket. Oh. “Not mine.” His own voice was still a growl but he couldn't help it. He just sighed and pushed himself off the door to join his friend in their living room. He started to sit before realizing he had far too much energy buzzing through him and instead he paced in front of the prone man.

After a moment Tom pushed the blankets off and sat up, revealing he'd been working on his tablet under the covers. He was rarely without some kind of electronic. Those normally comforting silver eyes went wide before his nose wrinkled and his sharp brow arched high enough Dom wondered if he was in trouble. “What did you do? You smell like-” His voice cut off and he cleared his throat, his gaze searching the Alpha in front of him. He was so close that the scent of him was overpowering but while the killer smelled of blood it wasn't enough to say Dom’s night was normal. Well... His normal.

A small scoff escaped Dom but he tried to control himself. “Wha’? An omega? Do I smell like a bloody omega Tom?”

“Don't take that tone with me. If you yell at me I won't hesitate to kick your arse out. I am not in the mood for your shite.”

Dom glared down at his best friend and his fists clenched at his sides, making the omega drop his gaze. Tom gave him a good once over before his lips parted in surprise, whatever he thought he saw made him sit up straighter. “Tha’ mark you investigated so well? Tha’ Alpha you sent me to take out? Tha’ job you said you did so much research on? A fucking omega.” Dom paused and took a breath before he went off all over again and his feet started moving under him to pace the floor. “A bloody fucking omega on blockers! A mob boss omega! A feral fucking arsehole, gun toting, wet, pretty, drug using, twat! Tha’ weren't in ya bloody files?”

Tom pursed his lips to fight a smile as he shook his head. He wanted to make a joke but he knew better. The hitman would die before hurting him but he never wanted to add to his stress. Dom was his hero and his dumbarse best friend. He just never thought he'd see him like that. “That wasn't in my research. If Colson Baker is an omega then no one knows. He's deep in hiding but I'm not sure how if he's walking around smelling like you do right now. You know I check everything. I would never send you after one knowingly. I take it you got along?”

Dom couldn't stop himself from growling. He knew the signs of their fight was visible all over himself. Blood and sweat and… oh. Oh no. He was covered in cum and a pair of slick wet underwear was tucked in his pocket. Well it was a damn good thing he didn't feel shame. A shock of annoyance rushed through him instead and he pulled the boxers out of his pocket to wave in front of the omega. “Wha's it mean?” His voice went high and the corner of Tom's lips twitched. If he laughed Dom thought he might scream.

Tom covered his nose and leaned back further on the couch. He was going through his own cycle and the stench of omega and spent Alpha so close was just too much. “I think it means you made a friend. Congrats. Did you leave him alive?” He already knew the answer.

All the fight went out of Dom at the query and he dropped his arms, sighing as he stared down at the other man. “Course. Can't kill a ‘mega. Twat bit me and ‘en ‘ad a wank in ‘is shower.”

“Which you know because…?”

Dom's eyes went wide and if Tom didn't know better he'd think he was blushing. “I…”

“You?”

“Well I um-”

“Yes?”

“Fuck. Tom wha’ did I do?” Dom’s voice was almost a whine and his legs felt weak. Everything felt off inside him. For once he felt like the little boy he hadn't really gotten to be. His knotheaded father had raised him to be an Alpha's Alpha and when he wasn't up to standard… Well he took care of that. Dom felt suddenly heavy and he let himself sit next to his friend. What had happened to him?

Tom had never seen the man so shaken and he'd known him for a good few years. Dom was always sure of himself and a little broken but he was never scared. Not the night he rescued Tom in a dark alley, and not one moment since. It hurt his heart to see his friend so lost. He couldn't completely smother his worry for the fellow omega though, or his enjoyment of the situation. “You just found someone. You don't have to have a crisis over it. You're a good man Dom.” How could he tell the scared Alpha what he could tell was happening without sending him into a spiral? The bottom line was he couldn't. He couldn't warn him about the heat scent. He couldn't explain he knew what the mob boss was about to go through. He couldn't give Dom a reassurance that he could handle a mate because he wasn't completely sure he could. He loved Dom but the Alpha wasn't exactly sane.

Tom himself hadn't ever used blockers. He never believed he needed them even though it could get him into trouble. He'd met Dom on a night he was too close to his cycle and an Alpha had tried to follow him home. The killer had saved him from something terrible so he knew the man would treat the mob boss as well as he could. He wasn't scared of that. No. He knew if the world believed Colson was an Alpha the omega had obviously been on the medication for so long. If they stopped working because the pair met? That meant something drastic. Intense. His best friend was intense but he didn't always handle it well. The photographer's stomach turned at the thought of the hell the Machine Gun was about to go through. His own cycles were bad and they were natural. Fuck. Looking over at the boy- because Dom really was that, he knew the Alpha might take it rough. He couldn't tell him. Dom would blame himself without realizing all it meant for himself. They'd have to figure it out as they went. He could at least help though.

Instead of answering any better he pat his lap and drew the younger man to rest on his thighs. He knew his own scent wouldn't bother him, Dom never even seemed to notice though he was always kind. As the Alpha got comfortable and curled up against him he pet through his wild dark hair. “I'll deny the job request. You just rest.” He sighed.

“No. I don't want ‘em sending someone else. Jus’ leave it. By the time ‘ey realize I'll be watching Cols.” Dom didn't even realize he'd given the bastard a nickname. He wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

“Alright.” He whispered back but he still opened his tablet and a special messenger app. He rolled his lip between his teeth as he tried to think of what to say. He couldn't explain to Colson that he knew he was about to be in heat triggered by a serial killing Alpha. He couldn't say he thought they'd found their mates. Instead he just typed something simple. ‘In case of emergency I promise he'll come when you call.’, and under that he added Dom’s phone number before he set it aside and sat back. Even he was apprehensive of the situation. He didn't know what would happen next.

🩸☠️🩸

Colson was pacing his living room when two things happend simultaneously. His elevator opened and his phone alerted him to a new message. He ignored the latter to race for his visitor. With everything happening he could only think of one person to call for help. The only person he trusted since his father figure died. He was desperately hoping she could tell him it would all be okay.

“Col? Baby, what's wrong?” His mother's voice instantly calmed some of his fears as she entered his home and pulled him into a hug. He hadn't even realized he was shaking until her steady form touched him.

She'd had him so young that her pretty face still seemed fresh and soft. He'd gone so long without her as a boy and found her through a series of the most unfortunate events but now she was the one he came to with anything that had to do with his secret. Only she knew. He took a deep breath of her honeydew scent before he pulled from the hug and crossed his arms. Someone might know what he was but that didn't mean he had to act like it. He was still the man of his family and he could be strong. Before he could even say anything he watched her blonde brows furrow and she wandered off to his bedroom. “What the fuck?” She might look like a flower but she certainly wasn't one. He grumbled to himself and followed suit.

She was standing by his bed, already stripping the bloodied sheets. His mother was the kind of woman to get shit done and worry about feelings later. It kept them both strong and task oriented. She was probably why he'd come so far in his life. “Someone sent Yungblud after me.” He huffed and that made her freeze.

“Do you think it was-” Her voice went soft. She couldn't finish the sentence and he wouldn't do it for her.

“I don't know. Fuck if I know how he'd find us or why the hell he'd care, but if it was? Shit. I'll take his out myself.” Anger bubbled in his chest but he was already so hot it felt like lava in his veins. They couldn't worry about that first. “Mom-”

Her gaze softened as she took in his sweat soaked appearance. He hadn't been able to dress more than another pair of boxers and they were already soaked. “Your blockers… Did you run out?” She asked carefully. Conversationally. She couldn't flat out say what was obviously written all over her son in sweat.

Kells swallowed hard before shaking his head. “Took some this morning. I'm fine. Just sick.”

“And Yungblud-”

“Dom.”

“Dom? He was here and he's an Alpha?” Her voice stayed gentle just in case.

Kells shrugged his shoulders and moved to help her with the sheets. A glint caught his eye and he found the knife Dom had left. It was still covered in red as he picked it up and set it inside his bedside table. He probably shouldn't keep it but he didn't like the idea of throwing it out. It made something feel tight in his chest. “Maybe I'll just get stronger ones. I mean, it's not that but... Ya know. If he could tell it's probably time.”

“I don't think they make anything stronger Colson. You've already overwhelmed your system with Alpha hormones-”

“Well I'll have to find fucking something!” He didn't mean to shout but he couldn't help it. It felt like ants were crawling under his skin the moment Dom left and his core was aching more than it ever had.

“Alright! We'll figure something out. Will you see him again?” She asked softly, taking the pile of sheets to his hamper though he was pretty sure they'd have to be thrown out. He didn't know why that thought disappointed him. When she moved to pick up the messy pillow he rushed forward and took it from her hands, his cheeks pink as he cradled it against his chest. Her question shocked him though. What the fuck would he do that for?

His mother blused at the scent and the sight of her son so frazzled and she watched as he hid the pillow under his bed. That more than anything told her all she needed to know and so much of her was worried for her son. “I think you need to find him.” She said simply. “Just to ask who sent him.” It was a lie but at least it would give the boy an excuse. She knew exactly what was happening and why her son felt ill. He would need the other man, no matter who he was.

“I doubt he'll want to talk to me. I bit the fucker. But he's a fucking psycho! I mean!” He gestured to the mess of his room. “Who the fuck tries to kill someone then jacks off on their pillow? It was expensive!” His mom tried not to laugh at his rage. Honestly it reminded her of when she first met her husband. Not Colson's father, but the love of her life. She couldn't exactly tell him so though. “I think he poisoned me. I swallowed some of his bitch blood and now I'm sick. I should get fucking tested. I'm gonna die. That crazy bastard killed me.” If he pouted like the boy he never got to be for just a moment that was between him and his mother. He could almost admit to himself he was scared. Almost.

As she left the room to find a set of clean sheets he finally picked his phone up to check the message. “In case of emergency? What the fuck?” He didn't recognize the number but deep down he knew who would be on the other side if he sent a text. He couldn't bring himself to yet. He was too confused.

“Let's just get you resting.” His mom's voice was soothing as she touched the back of her hand to his forehead. Maybe just for the night he could ignore his life and let her take care of him. He'd missed so much of that bonding as a boy and he felt like one now. A lost boy.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know 🖤

I'm not using Col's actual mom, just wanted to explain that. More of her details will come out as we go. I hope you all liked this chapter. I love getting to see the soft side of such hard boys. Enjoy 🖤

[angrelysimpping]

hewwo! can i request the male LI's getting flashed by their S/O. like, she lifts up her skirt to show that she's not wearing underwear?

(think it's just standard DoL relationships to warn for)

Alex

It's been a long day on the farm. Alex is just about to start working on clearing out the next field when she tries to get his attention. 

He doesn't mean to ignore her, really! He's just so focused that he doesn't hear her calling his name. 

And then she screams

Alex's head snaps up, adrenaline shooting through him as his eyes dart over the field, looking for the source of her distress. 

His eyes land on her, questioning. 

She’s got a sly grin on her face, one that sets Alex on edge a little. 

"What are you-"

He cuts himself off as she lifts her skirt, exposing herself. 

For a moment, Alex can't look away, eyes locked on her pussy. She giggles, and Alex adverts his eyes, face going pink. 

Her laughter turns into a shriek of delight as Alex tackles her to the ground.

The fight she puts up is all performative, a quick scuffle in the dirt before Alex has her pinned under him. 

She lets out another breathless laugh as the farmhand fumbles with his overalls. 

Avery

It's been a lovely evening. 

All night Avery has caught people giving him envious glances, mouths watering as he paraded his date around. 

Then comes the end of the night, arguably his favorite part. 

His hand rests high on her thigh as he pulls into the hotel parking lot, giving the soft flesh a quick squeeze before telling her to head on up to the room.  

It's just a fleeting moment, his name said in a low voice to catch his attention. 

She's quick, so quick he could almost believe it didn't happen at all. 

But it did. 

In one swift motion, she pulled the hem of her dress up just enough to show off her bare cunt, the words "Avery's Monopoly" looping across her pubic region. 

Even as the corners of his mouth twitch into a frown at the thought that someone might have still seen something, his cock twitches in his trousers.

She lets go of her dress, the fabric falling back into place before she saunters off. 

Avery's eyes flicker over the area, making sure no one else witnessed what he just saw. 

It's at that moment that he realizes exactly how calculating she is. There are no cameras pointed at this spot, no windows where any peeping toms could lurk. No one else. Not a single soul. 

She'd planned this. Made sure he was the only one who saw. 

Avery parks in record time. 

Eden

The thunk of an ax splitting wood is such a common sound in the clearing that Eden really should be able to ignore it. 

But he doesn't. 

Not today. 

Not after another lonely night. 

He lets himself get caught up in the chopping. In the hefty swing down. In the creek of the wood parting for the ax. In the feel of the handle in his hands and the sun warming his skin. 

It's a moment of sudden awareness that Eden feels how his shirt is soaked through with sweat; damp fabric clinging to his body. His mood only sours further as he yanks the fabric away from his chest, only for it to settle back. He grumbles, yanking the shirt up and over his head, letting it land on the ground without a second thought. 

The moment lasts long enough that Eden becomes aware of the eyes on him. 

His head snaps up, scanning the clearing. 

And there she is, his wife, standing right where the forest encroached on the clearing. 

He's about to call out to her, becon her over and pin her to the ground. A proper welcome home. 

But she cuts him off. 

She yanks up her skirt. 

Eden's not aware of how he licks his lips at the sight of her bare pussy, but he's plenty aware of how his cock swells in his pants. 

Before he gets a chance to do anything, she turns on her heel, sprinting into the forest with a laugh. 

Eden doesn't hesitate to tear after her. 

Kylar

One of Kylar's favorite ways to pass time is to follow his darling around. 

She's so pretty, so beautiful. He has to make sure no one tries to touch her, hurt her. 

He can't let anything happen to her. 

If that means following her around in the hot summer sun and during the harsh winter nights, he'll do it. He loves her, after all. A little sunburn or some numb fingers are a small price to pay, he thinks. 

He just doesn't want her to know, doesn't want her worrying about his own health. 

She wouldn't find it strange or weird, he doesn't think. Not when they're in love. This is what people who are in love do, right? Protect each other?

That's why he's following her as she makes her way home late tonight. 

Maybe he could get a scrap of her skirt? Something to hold onto, to remember this lovely night?

Or, maybe not. She's already at the orphanage door. 

She turns, and Kylar ducks into an alley. She didn't see him, right?

She's scanning the area when Kylar peeks out. His stomach does a flip as she seems to notice the small movement, eyes locking onto him. 

Before he can pull back, she grins, quickly yanking her skirt up. 

It takes Kylar a moment to process what's happening, that she's flashing him, that his darling's naked pussy is on display in the middle of the street. 

As suddenly as it starts, it stops. She turns and scurries inside the orphanage. 

Kylar stays rooted to the spot, stunned. 

He's not sure how long he stands like that, peeking out of the alley, eyes wide, and fingers digging into the brick wall. 

A sharp pain, a sliver of brick biting into a fingertip, and he comes back to himself.

Kylar slinks behind the orphanage, cock pressed awkwardly against his pants as he moves, intent on checking the security of her bedroom window. 

Robin

Robin mutters under his breath as the screen flashes bright red and his character dies. He's usually great at this game, but not today. 

He can't focus. 

All day his girlfriend has been teasing him. Kisses between classes and wandering hands during lunch. 

He'd waited for her after school, had wanted to walk with her back to the orphanage, maybe invite her into his room. 

Maybe rest with his head between her leg, maybe kiss her all over and make her squeal, maybe make her laugh and moan and cum on his tongue and-

The screen flashes red as his character dies. 

Robin sets the controller down with a sigh.

It's useless, he can't focus on anything. He should just go to bed early or something. 

He's about to stand when his door flies open and there she is, his missing girlfriend. 

Before Robin can say anything, she yanks her skirt up, giving him a fleeting view of her pussy before she runs off with a giggle. 

Robin is only stunned for a moment before he's scrambling after her. 

Sydney

Sweat drips off the tip of Sydney's nose as he finishes off some of the last weeds encroaching on the temple garden.

It's been a long, long day. 

The worst part is, his beloved couldn't come to the temple with him this afternoon! She was working on a project for school and had to go collect mushrooms in the forest. 

Understandable, he guesses. Still, he wishes she was here, talking with him, keeping him company. Wishes he could see the way her shirt would cling to her back and chest while working, arms flexing while pulling weeds, sweat running down her neck, the way her lips would look pressed to a cool glass of water, and-

He should talk to Jordan. All these thoughts clouding his brain, there must be a solution. Something. Anything. 

A way to get his chastity belt off, a way to see her, have her, worship her.

The snap of a stick in the forest bordering the temple garden breaks Sydney from his thoughts.

It takes Sydney a moment to process what he’s seeing, his beloved girlfriend standing at the edge of the forest. 

Her eyes flit around the garden and Sydney is right about to ask her what's wrong when she does it. 

When she pulls her skirt up. 

Sydney swallows thickly at the sight of her.

She’s gone before he can collect himself; before he can go to her and drop to his knees in front of her. 

Sydney stays in the garden, willing his erection away, before going back into the temple.

There’s got to be a way to get his charity belt off.

Whitney

Whitney leans back against a row of lockers, lounging as he watches students mill around in the crowded hall. 

Classes will start soon, but he doesn't care about that. Whitney's barely listening to his friend's chatter as he scans the halls. 

His slut has yet to show. 

Bitch.

She better show up soon.

He might start thinking she was avoiding him if she didn't. 

And he'd make her pay if that was the case. 

Ah, there she is. 

She’s on the far end of the hall, but Whitney would recognize his slut anywhere. 

The hall is too crowded for him to bother pushing his way, through. 

So, he settles for watching her.

And there’s plenty for Whitney to look at.

The curve of her neck, the swell of her chest, the expanse of skin between her school socks and skirt.

She shivers, glancing around the hall as if she can feel his eyes on her. 

When their eyes lock, she gives Whitney a sly grin. 

Whitney frowns, unsure what such an expression from his slut might mean. 

Until she pulls her skirt up. 

A cheer goes up from Whitney's friends, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

She’s following his “no underwear” rule. 

Whitney kicks off from the lockers, but she’s already gone, the echo of a laugh reaching him. 

She better be in maths.

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Chapter 12 "Delicate, that's a Taylor Swift song"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, we talk about Frankie's ass, tattoos, baths with frankie, princess and catfish sickly in love, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: made a halloween playlist for Benny's upcoming halloween bash. T-Minus 15 days!! ALSO check out Princess's new instagram page (yk the mood board above, now changing every chapter, all pictures are just ideas not actually giving description to reader)

inside the world of king of your heart

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series mainlist | main masterlist

taglist: @hiroikegawa

Weddings always bring people together. But the bachelor party is what makes people friends for life. It was a 3 day weekend traveling to the mountains of Washington.

It was a guy's trip but Will thought it wouldn't be a true guys' weekend if you weren't there, you were buzzing with excitement quite literally when the first activity on the list was getting tattooed with personal call names, everyone getting it in normal places, wrists, arms, backs, but you opted for a more teasing spot. 

Frankie gives you a confused smile when the artist takes you to a private room away from the open floor plan. You waved at him cheekily before disappearing into the studio. The scratch of the needle pistoning into the flesh of your ass made you smile and start laughing. Life was fun again. You had everyone where you wanted them, not running when things got good. 

Frankie accompanied a knock on the door frame with his eyes squeezed tight. You looked at the artist and nodded an okay. Frankie steps in and shuts the curtain, he opens to you on your stomach with just a g-string on and your shirt pushed up right under the curve of your breasts. 

"How did I know that you would do this?" Frankie chuckles taking a seat across from you.

"You say I'm just so predictable." You smile sweetly, Frankie was trying to calm himself seeing you half-naked. It wasn't supposed to be sexual, he's seen everything without the sexual context but you laid out on the chair getting 'Princess' inked into your skin forever aroused him. 

"That you are," Frankie spreads his legs further apart, and you bite back a giggle when you see the hard-on he had. When the artist finished cleaning up your skin and adding some Aquaphor to the ink before leaving you to get some aftercare supplies, you walked up to the full-length mirror, your Vans showing your ankles off deliciously, the studio lighting contours your curves, you popped out your hip holding your phone at an angle to snap a photo your plump ass branded with the fucking call name. Frankie was just in awe looking at how gorgeous you were and that you were his. 

You took a couple of pictures, a smile on your face walking over to Frankie. You straddle his lap, grabbing his hands and placing them on the top of your ass. "Smile for the camera Frankie" You cooed, arching your back to mold into him and turning your toros to face the mirror, snapping a picture displaying your tattoo with Frankie's hands feeling you up. 

Frankie helps you get dressed before the artist comes back with your aftercare kit. You showed off the tattoo to the guys with a zoomed-in picture, you had a smile on your face that Frankie hadn't seen in a long time. Genuine happiness to be with your friends, the loving princess coming back after months of hatred.

"You're a genius, Princess. Alright, I want mine on my ass," Benny started to unbuckle his belt, stripped down to his underwear. You squeal out a laugh and slap your hand over your eyes. Will and Pope tell Benny to put his clothes back on. Will threw the jeans at Ben who was trying to argue that if you can do it then so can him. "C'mon guys I need someone to match with me," You tried to help Ben's case. 

Then everyone looked to Frankie, "Fuck no. I'm not doing it," Frankie shakes his head and backs away. The guys looked at you and waited for you to break down Frankie. "Please...for me?" You stick out your bottom lip and walk over to Frankie swaying your hips. 

You stand in front of him and start taking off his belt. Frankie stands at attention and is fighting with himself on the inside. "I'll let you lick my tattoo and I'll lick yours," You stood on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear. Frankie felt his face flush and his pants tightened around his thighs. 

"I'll do it...You're one hell of a negotiator, could've used you in the service." Frankie breaks and you laugh at how simple men are, Frankie can be broken down by sex. You spin around on your heels and smile at the guys.

"Boys, he's gonna do it," You announced, Ben was getting his arm tatted and holding onto Pope's hand quickly dropping it when you looked at them. Will was sitting and waiting for all of this to be over. 

Frankie sighs when he is escorted to the privacy studio. You follow right behind and take a seat in front of Frankie.

"The shit I do for you," Frankie grunts when the needle starts buzzing into his plump...yes...plump ass. You whistled when you saw his skin jiggle from the vibrations. When his tattoo was finished you called everyone in for a show. 

"Catfish has a fat ass," Benny is marveled by Frankie. 

"Okay. That's it shows over." Frankie carefully pulls up his underwear and jeans. "I'll be looking forward to your end of the bargain, Princess."

The weekend started with a simple dinner then stopping at a bar for drinks. Will didn't want anything crazy for a bachelor party, just everyone chilling out in the mountains. It was romantic almost, you and Frankie got a separate cabin from the rest of them. You would end the night with a bottle of wine and Frankie running your bath. He went all out for the last night in Washington. 

You walk into the bathroom, illuminated by the soft amber glow of the candles, milky water, and roses in the bath. An expensive bottle of champagne waiting for you. 

"You're getting too soft on me, Catfish," You giggle when he starts to unzip your black tube dress that you wore for the big party night. You and Frankie dipped on the rest of them after a couple of drinks, all Frankie wanted to was go back and unwind with you. He would've waited until the party was over but you started to get too drunk, trading drinks with random people at the bar and then proceeding climbing on top of Frankie after making Pope take a picture of just you. 

"You know we call you 'Princess' for a reason?" Frankie chuckles when you slurred- whatever man- you grab the bottle of champagne and sip from the bottle. You were trying to let Frankie be a boyfriend and spoil you. It was an internal battle with your heart and your brain, you want the romance but the logical side says it's too much. 

Frankie helps you step and submerge into the bath, you rest your arms on the side of the tub holding the bottle in your right hand. He slips the hair tie from your wrist, brushing your hair with his fingers and getting your hair out of your face. Small tendrils of hair escape from the ponytail, framing your face. Frankie loved how he could see every detail of your face and the curve of your neck going down to your shoulders. You always look so delicate when you show your natural features when he helps you take off your makeup. 

"What?" You murmured closing your eyes, loving the feeling of the hot water at your favorite temperature. Frankie kisses the top of your head. "I think you look so delicate with your hair out of your face." Frankie's eyes dance around your face. 

"Hmm...delicate, that's a Taylor Swift song...I used to..." You spew nonsense, your mind growing tired from the night you had and the champagne making you feel fuzzy.

"Used to what?"

"Cry to it after we slept together..." You had enough liquid courage to open your heart to Frankie. You remember hearing it when you were shopping for lingerie after the first sleeping with Frankie. When you and him were breaking the rules, you fell in with the lyrics and then started connecting to your life. 

Frankie didn't know if he should be upset about the fact he was a reason for your crying or be flattered that you let your heart swim out to him. 

"Why?" 

"Just thought it fitted us...the girl going for the guy." You opened one eye and smiled at Frankie who had a shy smile on his face. You were right again. You were the one to take a step forward, even if it was asking for sex but here he was sitting on the floor of the bathroom keeping you company while you were in the bath after a night out with the friends. Taking care of you, cherishing your drunken truthful mind sharing your thoughts, and taking in your beauty in the candle glow. 

"You got me, baby," Frankie could see the tears stream from your eyes. You were swimming deep in emotions. You are safe, you have Frankie. Nothing else matters in the world. Could you swim out too far and Frankie gets tired of swimming? You blink away the tears and stare at the ceiling. Why does being in love have to hurt?

"How can you love me after everything?" You say not looking at Frankie. He holds his breath, loving you was easy. It was like breathing. Frankie just loved you, he had to love you or he wouldn't survive. 

"Despite everything you did to me...you are the love of my life and I can't help but love you. You know how love is...it makes you wear rose-colored glasses, and I'll wear them for the rest of my life if that means you are mine." Frankie didn't care that he was insane for getting back together with you. It was easy. You were easy. You are different from every person he knows—a woman with intimacy issues and a bleeding heart for the one person she wants. 

You rolled your head to the side and looked at Frankie, he was insane. The restlessness was clawing from deep inside you but diminished when Frankie stopped being just a friend. He is your life now. Your partner who loves you for everything good and bad that comes with you. 

"I am so sorry, Frankie...for everything. You didn't deserve any of that. I want you to know how fucking sorry I am. I love you." Your voice coated with a sob stuck in your throat. Do your words matter at this point? You tell him that you love him but is it enough?

[assortedseaglass]

The Seamstress & The Sailor - Chapter Three

[Masterlist]

Warnings: Language, Sexism, Transphobia (tiny but it’s there)

Word Count: 4.3K

Note: Hello honeys! The love on the first two chapters bowled me over. I wasn’t sure Bess would be as loveable as Ida from Come Back To Me, was worried if people would like my own characters, of which there are a few, and whether I was writing Tom well. This story is going to be a slow burn, so buckle in and buckle up.

July 1939

“Mind the tongs, Dot!” The lace edge of the cloth adorning the girls’ vanity table was beginning to singe, and Bess watched from the door as Cora fussed with the fabric.

“And you shouldn’t be smoking upstairs,” Cora added to Bess, who promptly walked to sit by the open window. Over the street, she could see the light on in Tom and Lois’ room, a shadowy silhouette moving around behind the curtain. She averted her gaze. Cora and Dot were struggling to share the mirror space. Bess had foreseen this and applied her make up as soon as they finished their dinner. Her rollered curls were brushed to perfection, the deep red lipstick she wore painting the end of her cigarette. Still undressed, her silk chemise flapped in the cool night air from the window, a welcome relief from the heat of the day.

“Come away from the window! Sitting there in your underwear!”

“You’re aging too quickly, Cora.” Bess said, stubbing out the cigarette and getting her dress from the wardrobe.

“It’s looking after you lot that does it,” Cora was trying to apply her lipstick and her voice sounded as though she had a mouthful of hot potatoes. The sound caused Bess to smile. She pulled out a dress in deep red with highlights of blue and brown. The lady who ran the atelier in Manchester had given it to Bess as a leaving gift. Its chiffon sleeves capped at the shoulder, the waist gathered in pleats, it shone under spotlights due to the sequins and beads that highlighted the patterned fabric. Perfect for dancing. Dot pulled out a dress of cornflower blue that Bess made for her last birthday; the skirt was of a light fabric so that it billowed with every twirl of Dot’s, whether she was dancing or not. Cora wore an old favourite in green velvet, as simple and elegant as she.

Suddenly, the girls stopped. The slam of the front door and murmured talking causing this change of mood. Footsteps made their way up the stairs and a knock came at the open door. Fergal poked his head into the room. Each of his daughter’s stared at him and he hung his head in shame before entering the room. The sadness in his eyes caused Bess’ heart to drop, but she kept her stony silence. He moved to Cora, who sat at the vanity, and kissed her head. He did the same to Dot, who was sat on the bed, and Bess who sat in the chair in by the wardrobe.

“Your mother would be so proud of you girls. A damn sight more than she would be of me,” Fergal looked up from the floor. “I took out all the drink, there’s none in the house.”

“Good.” Said Cora, looking at him in the mirror as she continued applying her lipstick. When she had finished, she turned and took Fergal’s hand in hers. He bent down to give it a kiss.

“You coming dancing, dadda?” Dot giggled, and all at once the tension broke.

“Hush,” Fergal laughed. “You enjoy being young, my girls. I would tell you to watch out for the boys, but I know that it’s the boys who need to be careful.” He winked and they all laughed.

“HURRY UP! Tom and the girls are here!” Albie bellowed up the stairs. Dot ran from the room excitedly, followed by Fergal and Cora linked arm in arm. Bess grabbed her cigarette case, tucked it into her bag and followed. At the jumble of voices in the kitchen, Bess’ stomach flipped. The anticipation of the night stretched out before her. How she loved dancing. Reaching the foot of the stairs, she laughed as she watched Dot try to teach Albie and Cora some new dance steps. What Bess didn’t notice, was the way Tom Bennett was watching her. How the dress matched her auburn hair, the glint of the beading casting starlight onto her face, the near sinful hug of the fabric to her body. He swallowed with difficulty.

“Who are you trying to impress?” Said a woman’s voice from the front door. Bess beamed and strode into the street, arms outstretched. Roberta already had a cigarette between her lips, which she passed to Hattie at her side. Jude, the last of Bess’ gang of girl, wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Ladies,” Albie said with a smile, leading the troupe of revellers from the house.

“Albert!” Roberta gave him a kiss on the cheek. She greeted the others in turn. “Cora, Dot! Tom.” The last name she said with a hint of derision. Bess took her arm and steered her away. If she could avoid an altercation between her friends and Tom, it would be a miracle. From his cocky demeanour to his listless existence, the girls had never liked Tom, nor his association with Bess. None more so than Roberta. Tom Bennett was rude, arrogant and a petty criminal. Tom didn’t much care for Bess’ friends himself. Hattie and Jude were giggly and gossipy, and Roberta looked as though she’d swallowed a wasp. Each was stuck up, supercilious and fed off Bess’ mystique.

The clacking of heels echoed off the stone houses. “Wait for me!” The voice was shrill and girlish. Queenie Warren. She giggled when she approached. “Albie, Cora, Bess, Dot, Hattie, Jude, Roberta,” she was out of breath, from running to catch up or from rattling off their names, no one could tell. “Tom.” Queenie looped her arm in his and dragged him away. Cora, Dot and Albie followed, still discussing the new dance steps. Linked together, the four girls brought up the rear. Bess picked up her stride and tugged the others along. She didn’t want to stare at the back of Queenie Warren’s head while she waggled her bottom and whispered in Tom’s ear all the way to the dancehall.

When they passed the pair, Tom whispered in Bess’ ear. “I thought you decided red clashed with your hair?” She grinned over her shoulder, before returning to the chatter of her friends. Tom glanced at her bottom as she did, and he could have sworn he saw her hips sway a little more than usual. They passed a group of women who tutted at the girls, no doubt astonished by their fashions or jealous of their youth. “Didn’t you hear, ladies?” Tom called to them. “War’s on the horizon, got to live while we can!” He flashed them a grin and they hurried away.

By the time they arrived at the dancehall Bess was vibrating with excitement. She could hear the faint call of the brass section and the hum of voices. Dot scurried to the back of the building. “See you in a bit!” At seventeen, she was too young to be at the dancehall and was to wait at the stage door for Lois to let her in. Cora took Bess’ hand and led her inside. A wall of noise hit them as they passed through the curtained double doors and onto the dancefloor. The band were in full swing, Connie Knight hammering the keys and Lois Bennett perched on the edge of her bench. Occasionally, the pair smiled at each other conspiratorially. What seemed like hundreds of couples filled the dancefloor, some pressed indecently close together, others utterly lost to the dancing. Around the edges room people flirted, sulked, laughed and drank. A line of gentlemen were hovering by the bar, Tom Bennett and Albie among them. Queenie had placed herself between the young men and was smiling around the room, keen for everyone to notice her.

No sooner had they taken two steps into the room than a tall man of around thirty with blond hair and square jaw approached. He held out a hand to Cora. “May I?” Before speaking, Cora looked at her sister, who answered with an adoring smile.

“Of course,” she allowed the young man to lead her into the crowd, and out of sight. With her heart-shaped face, doe eyes and gentle aura, Cora was always asked to dance first. In fact, she probably danced with more men than Queenie Warren. Dot had only been sneaking into the dancehall with them these last few weeks, and her eagerness meant she flung herself at anyone she could, man or woman. Bess too, had her fair share of partners, they just took a while to approach. They would watch her lean against the bar with a glass in her hand, talking lowly with some other fella or one of her girls. Laughing with a certain glint in her eye, confidence oozing from every pore. Bess Vaughn was a challenge, and once a man had danced with her, he felt he could conquer the night.

She heard Dot before she saw her. Her younger sister bounded excitedly towards her, squeaking with excitement the whole way. “Get me a drink, Bess!”

Bess eyed her, the corners of her mouth tugging into a lopsided smile. “Just one,” she said, wagging a finger at Dot jovially. Bess led her to the bar to join the others.

“Get me and Dot a drink, Albie.”

“I’m not made of money!” Their brother said, though he ordered them a tipple all the same; Bess always started the night with a whiskey. For Dot, a glass of sherry.

“Why won’t you dance with me?” Queenie Warren whinged. She was pulling at Tom’s hand, though he stayed firmly where he was.

“I don’t do the fast dances.”

“But why!?”

“Because he’s shit at fast numbers and only pretends to be romantic so girls drop their knickers.” Bess said, leaning against the bar and scanning the crowd for Cora. Queenie giggled nervously.

“I’ll dance with you, Queenie.” Albie held out his hand and guided her away. Dot, feeling left out, hurried away in search of a partner.

“I do know some fast numbers you’re good at,” Bess said quietly now she and Tom were alone.

“What d’you mean by that?”

“Flogging car parts for more than they’re worth,”

“That’s just enterprising.”

“Mm,”

They watched the crowd sway in time to the music, Lois’ voice drifting above them.

“She sings so well,” Bess said dreamily. Tom hummed in agreement and Bess knew this was the closest he’d get to admitting his pride.

“Where are the girls?” Tom wanted to talk to her, but he wasn’t used to it outside of the Vaughn’s kitchen. Not with so many eyes to see them. Bess nodded towards the back of the room where Roberta and Jude were each dancing with someone. Hattie, the only member of the party not dancing aside from Bess and Tom, was moping in a dark corner on the edge of the dancefloor. Tom smirked.

“I’m surprised men don’t mind dancing with Roberta, not when she’s got a bigger dick than they do,”

Bess’s eyes narrowed sharply and Tom’s blood ran a little cooler. He didn’t let it show, simply stared back, blue eyes icy. Downing the remains of her whiskey, Bess slammed the glass on the counter and marched towards a man who had been staring at her since she arrived.

“If you’re not going to ask me, I might as well.” She held out her hand. He wasn’t the only one Bess had clocked staring at her, but he was the most handsome. His black hair, surely perfectly coiffed at the start of the night, fell a little into his face which was pale and interestingly rugged. He was stocky, and just the right height for Bess to rest her head on his shoulder. When he took her in his arms and guided her slowly around the floor, it would have been easy to glare at Tom over his shoulder. But she didn’t. She just enjoyed the music and the smell of this stranger’s cologne. Tom stared and squared his shoulders. He bounced a little on his toes and lit a cigarette. When Queenie Warren appeared beside him, panting from her time on the dancefloor, he didn’t look at her but continued to stare at Bess and the stranger. What is the matter with you, Tom Bennett?

“Come on,” he grabbed Queenie’s hand harshly and pulled her onto the dancefloor. She squealed, from both shock and excitement, and trotted after him. The dance was still slow, and Tom put enough space between him and Bess that he could still see them, but not hear what was now being whispered in her ear and causing her to smile.

“You trying to get in my knickers, Tom Bennett?”

This question was enough to make Tom whip his head back to Queenie, the cigarette nearly flying from his mouth. Queenie faltered at his hard, unreadable gaze but continued.

“What Bess said earlier-”

Tom suddenly understood and a roguish grin graced his lips. “Ah, well. If you play your cards right, Queenie.” He winked and Queenie blushed. She tried to edge closer to him but Tom kept her at a decent distance. He tried to play it off as safety, what with his still lit cigarette which, quite frankly, would take a liking to Queenie’s excessive use of hairspray. He considered her a moment. She wasn’t bad looking, and plenty of men were keen on her. Her manner was decent enough, if a little grating, and she was clearly eager. But Tom just couldn’t bring himself to want Queenie Warren. His eyes instinctively went in search of Bess, and saw her heading through the double doors towards the street. He left Queenie’s side and followed. When the cold air of outside hit him, he found Bess leant against the wall, eyes closed and exhaling smoke into the sky. She opened one eye and held out her cigarette for him. They were alone.

“Queenie got her dance then,”

“She’s probably latched onto someone else by now.”

Bess huffed at this and Tom watched the cigarette smoke stream from her nose. He thought irresistibly of a dragon.

“Isn’t it enough that I like you all? Can’t you just try to get on, for me?” Bess said quietly.

“They always look down on me-”

“And you’re always rude to them!” Tom swung his legs about in a jaunty walk and came to rest in front of Bess. He looked down at her and his chin jutted, as though her were about to make a joke. He thought better of it and nodded a little, as if coming to a silent understanding that only he knew. The music stopped. From inside, they heard Lois speaking into the microphone though her words were indistinguishable. When the band struck up again, it was slower. All clarinets and piano, the muted warble of a trumpet. Tom stepped back and held out his hand, head cocked to one side as if to say, well come on then.

“You’re full of charm, you.” Bess said, though her smile betrayed her.

“I can find someone else to dance with. QUEENIE-” he shouted but Bess cut him off with a hand over his mouth. She could see by his eyes that he was laughing. Tom took her by the waist and she placed one arm about his neck, the other in his hand. He was warm, and Bess leaned closer, edging away from the chill night air. Tom let her. They stayed there a while, comfortably silent and swaying gently to the music. The delicious concoction of men and women’s perfumes mixed with cigarette smoke and sweet alcohol was one of Bess’ favourite smells; the heady mixture always reminded her of the anticipation that came with the dancehall. But on Tom, it was something else entirely. Made her feel something else entirely. The door burst open and Tom dropped Bess instantly. Her heart sank.

“There you are! Me and Cora have been looking for you,” Dot stomped over, no hint of subtlety or awareness, grabbed Bess by the elbow and pulled her inside. Tom watched as Dot whispered something to Bess as they passed into the dancehall once more, and made his way in. By the time he reached Albie and Cora at the bar, Tom had lost sight of the sisters. His own sister was no longer singing, but dancing with that Harry fella who was always hanging around outside the house in his posh car. He couldn’t blame Lois, she deserved a bit of happiness. Another couple bumped into Lois and Harry, and the four laughed good-naturedly. It was Bess and the handsome man she had danced with before. He heard Cora whisper to Albie, “That man’s been looking for Bess for ages.”

*

The night wore on. Tom’s head was growing heavier on his shoulders, though not due to tiredness. He placed an empty glass on the bar, how many he’d consumed he didn’t remember. It hadn’t been an entirely unpleasant night. Anytime spent with Albie Vaughn was time enjoyed, and the occasional dance was fun though he was loathe to admit it. He danced one with Dot. Bess danced it with her stranger. The next, Tom danced with Hattie. He would try, for Bess’ sake, to be friendly and he targeted Hattie as she was in no position to say no; few others had danced with her. Bess danced it with Albie. For the next three dances, Tom lurked in the shadows as Bess danced with Roberta, Jude and again, the stranger. After a few more drinks, he lingered with Albie at the bar, laughing at things only men can. The feeling of infinite gaiety ceased, however, when he saw Bess sat at one of the tables with the black-haired stranger. Her head in her hand, she was looking at him with that intense focus she always wore, though her mouth was curved into a gentle smile and her body leant towards him. He too, was leaning across the table and talking quietly. Bess laughed every now and again. And so, Tom found himself propped against the bar, head beginning to throb as he watched the stranger take out a cigarette and leave the dancehall.

A group of three men stood at the foot of the dancehall steps, Dot clinging onto one of them.

“Tom!” she called when she saw him. He didn’t look at her, but focussed his gaze on the man with the black hair. Slowly, lazily, he descended the steps, hands coming to his pockets. The men turned to watch him.

“Got a smoke?” he said to one. They silently passed him a cigarette. He stared each of them down.

“Tom’s a neighbour of ours,” Dot said to her dancehall beau. He nodded at Tom.

“Lucky man, getting to live near the Vaughn girls.” Dot giggled and the other men smirked.

“Go inside, Dot.” The men stood a little straighter and Dot huffed.

“But Tom-”

“Dot.” She heard the warning in his voice. Heaven forbid Fergal heard she had been drinking with strange boys. The girls had only just convinced him to let her come dancing. She ran inside. “Come on, fellas. I know what it’s like when you get a gang of good-looking girls. But talking about them with one right there? Rookie mistake.” The men laughed, visibly relieved.

“How do you manage it?” The man who gave Tom his cigarette asked.

“Manage what?” Tom quirked his eyebrows.

“Being neighbours with them! I’d never get anything done!”

“I know one thing you’d get done,” said the second man, pointing at his friend’s trousers.

“Or three!” The black-haired man finally spoke. His friends laughed. Tom turned his attention to him. He was a stocky fellow, but shorter than he was. Tom puffed his chest and raised his chin to add a few more inches to the difference.

“You seemed pretty keen on our Bess.”

“’Our Bess’ is she? Not sure I like sharing.” Once again, the other two laughed. “So, what’s she like?”

“You tell me, you spent all evening with her.”

The man smiled. “Well, she’s a quiet one. Took a bit of time to get her to come round, but you know me,” he winked at his friends.

“I thought it was her that asked you to dance?” Tom said as he stubbed out the cigarette.

“Yeah, well,” the man faltered and it was Tom’s turn to laugh. “She was an eager dancer, and with a body like that, who wouldn’t want to have a go?” This was what Tom came for. “Cracking tits, great arse,” He was walking himself into Tom’s trap. “Near silent,” Blood roared in his ears and a flare of adrenaline lit him up. “Perfect woman, really-”

CRACK

The stranger had barely finished the word when Tom’s fist collided with his jaw. As soon as he hit the ground, his friends pounced. Luckily for Tom, when he pushed one, they fell back into the other and their heads cracked together, causing them to shout in pain and stumble. Before the black-haired bastard could stand up, Tom was straddling him, punching every bit of skin and stomach he could reach. Two pairs of hands grabbed at him, and he swung his fist behind him. It was caught in the hand of Albie Vaughn who clutched at his collar, the Chase boy grabbing his shoulders. Lois, her long dress hoicked into her hands, stormed over in her heels, pinned hair coming loose.

“WHAT are you playing at!?” She shoved his chest. Behind her, Cora and Dot huddled together looking terrified. Bess was hurrying down the steps. She froze at the sight of Tom, his chest heaving and face red with anger, her dance partner bloodied and battered on the floor though thankfully sitting up. Disappointment flooded her face and anger flared in Tom again. Bess grabbed her sisters’ hands, shot him a look overflowing with disdain, and hurried them home. Albie looked to his sisters’ fading figures.

“I’ve got to go, Tom,” he gestured towards the girls before running after them. Tom shook off Harry Chase’s hands and ignored Lois’ shouts. He turned to the man sat on the ground, and spat on him. Lois gasped, but no one moved to stop Tom. He was a wild animal, and who could predict what he would do next? Leaving them and their disappointment at the dancehall, Tom retreated into the night.

*

3am. Cora’s snuffled snores from her corner bed were the only thing Bess could hear. Beside her, Dot had finally settled into sleep. She spent the evening crying, a combination of too much sherry and having seen Tom beat a man to a bloody pulp. With Bess stroking her hair and humming the tunes Lois sang, Dot had drifted off not half an hour before. Albie and Fergal’s murmurings from next door had faded at least an hour ago, and Bess had no doubt that Albie had told their father of the night’s events. She was just imagining the heave of Tom’s chest and his flushed face from hours earlier when something hit the bedroom window. Bess stilled. There it was again. And again, growing more frequent. Jesus Christ. She slid from the bed, tiptoed out of the room, hurtled down the stairs, and flung open the front door.

“You’ll wake everyone up!”

Tom couldn’t help but smile at her. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her hair like this, so loose and wavy, and he tried not to focus on her thin night gown.

“Well!? What do you want?” she spat.

“Bess,” his voice cracked.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“Are you going to let me speak?” Bess scoffed at this but he ignored her. “He was being vile about y-”

“So you thought you’d beat him up?”

“Christ, Bess!” Tom hissed, taking a step forward. “Since men started paying attention to you, you’ve become as stuck up as your mates. And you’re welcome, by the way. Hattie’s got two left feet and a face like a slapped arse!”

“You want me to thank you for being civil to my friend? And what do you mean “since men started paying attention” to me!?”

“You know exactly what I mean. Don’t pretend you don’t love the attention you’ve been getting since you came back from central.”

“You’re clearly don’t. Maybe you should have danced with me first if you’re so jealous.”

Tom laughed cruelly. “Oh please. I’m not jealous of a bloke who can’t kick his way out of a wet paper bag, is shorter than your dad’s temper and dances with the only girl who doesn’t say no because she doesn’t say anything at all.”

The air left Bess’ lungs and her eyes stung. Tom watched her as her face drained of colour and she shrank into the little girl she had been growing up. He opened his mouth, but as he did so her face hardened, and the door slammed in his face.

“Fuck.”

Note: Below is a picture of Bess’ posh dress from the Manchester atelier, and a gang of girls that I saw on pinterest and just had to write into the story! Again, thank you for all the love! I’d love to hear what you think, anything you want to happen and more. I think I’m only just getting into the swing of writing Tom. He’s a tricky one – it would be easy to make him one dimensional, and I’m desperate to explore why he is the way he is…see you soon!

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[filthforfriends]

Familiar and Sweet

Vic x Tommy

Word count: 6k

Another installment of friends helping friends when they need to get railed properly.

She held the key card up to the light, testing if the plastic was at all translucent. It looked the exact same as her own, except this one opened Thomas’ hotel room. So many considerations that Victoria literally examined the tangible representation from different angles. They were friends with benefits when she occasionally ran out of other coping mechanisms. Thomas thoroughly enjoyed himself and it’d always been their normal. You can only put adolescents alone  in a soundproof practice room for so many hours, before they come up with alternative ways to amuse themselves.

It made Ethan and Damiano nervous. They cited Fleetwood Mac, one of Victoria’s favorite bands, and that couldn’t be playing fair. Thomas had sat in the corner staring at his hands and not speaking for the duration of the 20 minute argument. So they minimized hookups and Damiano stopped complaining when he realized the miracles Tom could perform on Vic’s mood during the occasional triste. 

Tonight, Victoria wasn’t out of coping mechanisms. She wasn’t on the verge of any sort of emotional implosion, besides being pretty damn homesick. Or maybe familiarity sickness was a better descriptor. After enough nights out, enough travel, even Victoria got tired of the energy it took to be experiencing everything for the first time, everyday. Humans are built for familiarity and her little piece of sweet-tempered familiarity was one keycard swipe away. 

She’d tried cuddling up to all the boys since they worked constantly, and work necessitated them being together. It was comforting, but Vic wanted a little more than leaning against Damiano’s chest while they shared a joint, or going for a piggyback ride on Ethan. Her last two hookups with Thomas had been too brief for either of them to do the deed properly. In general, getting dick was far from challenging, but after a couple crappy hookups that novelty exhaustion made it impossible to get off with new people. Vic wanted someone who knew what they were doing, whom she didn't have to explain her preferences ad nauseum. Vic wanted Thomas, and supplementation had proven futile.

He’d set his second keycard down on an end table at breakfast and forgotten about it. Hypothetically, Victoria really had meant to give it to him. She decided on this course of actions, plus some quality time with her travel toys. On the other side of the wall, she could feel Thomas rehearsing softly. Even without an amp the vibration of the steel strings carried through the insulation. She could text Tom to come get his key card, but going over there herself would make more sense. Then what? 

In the shower, Victoria bargained with herself. It’d be really comforting to share those very not casual cuddles she and Tom couldn’t do in front of the others. It’d been so long since they’d made out and Tom had a gentle mouth and soft lips. When they were broke and had to share a hotel room, her and Thomas always bunked together. In hindsight, being held every night had made those rough, early years doable. Fuck it. 

Victoria puts on a shirt and underwear before grabbing both key cards. She looked down the hall before slipping out of her room and into Tommy’s. The door beeps loudly when it opens and he is mostly asleep.

“Huh?” Thomas groaned, shielding his eyes from the light of the hall.

“Shit! Sorry Tommy.”

“What’s up?” he yawned as she let the door fall shut behind her.  

“Can I sleep here?”

“Mm, yeah,” he murmurs. He doesn’t even bother asking questions as Victoria climbs in behind him. She pulls on his shoulder so Thomas flips on his back and Victoria lays on his chest. There's that familiar smell she loved last time, plus a soothing hand stroking under her t-shirt. Tom isn’t surprised when he feels neither bra nor pants on Vic, because he knows her well enough not to expect either. Her leg is slotted between his, resting on his boxers. The pressure makes Thomas partially erect. Neither pay any mind. If he wants something, Thomas knows he can ask, and Vic hopes he will too.

Everything about him is calming and soon she’s getting sleepy, even though Victoria intended to do a great deal more than be held.

“Want me to scratch your back?” she whispers, knowing the answer. He hums in enthusiastic agreement, removing his hand from under her shirt. Thomas turns over and Victoria straddles his glutes after giving his cute little butt a light smack. He snorts at the gesture, but melts into the mattress as soon as Victoria’s blunt nails run along his freckled back. Because she missed this, Vic is generous enough to massage Tom’s shoulders too. 

“You’re gonna be a hunch back if you don’t fix your posture,” she comments. By the light from the bathroom, she can already see the red lines her nails are leaving. Thomas is so pale that anything shows up on his skin. Victoria moves to his lower back, pressing her hands into the muscle then scratching lightly. Thomas shivers in delight at the sensation. She rolls down the elastic waistband on his boxers and he’s sweaty underneath. Victoria grins at getting Thomas a little worked up. She gives him another playful smack, this time on the other cheek, before getting off.

Tom doesn’t flip onto his back right away, expression sheepish, which is how she knows he’s got a boner. She scoots towards him, leaning in carefully for several seconds. Tom looks at her, her lips, and then his eyes close for a chaste kiss. Victoria keeps their mouths pressed together for a couple moments, before pulling away and gazing at Thomas amorously. Realizing that he needn’t be self-conscious about his arousal, Tom flips over to his side and does the thing that Vic keeps trying to explain to people. Along the side of her head, Thomas pushes all four fingers into Vic’s hair and runs his hand all the way to the back of her skull. He makes a fist, then gently tugs backward. It's the feeling a hairbrush gives, but intensified, with no sensation of pulling.

It’s such a relief to get what she’s been craving that Victoria outright moans. She’d even tried doing it to herself, but it didn’t quite work. Tom does the same motion behind her ear, warm palm cupping her neck. She completely relaxes in his hand, so his lips against hers are a wonderful surprise. Victoria almost doesn’t have time to reciprocate when he pulls away. She gives chase, finding Thomas’ mouth again, and this time the kiss has some substance to it. Even so, she opens her eyes and pulls away, scanning Thomas’ suitcase.

“Lube?” He reaches behind himself and onto the table for an opened single-use packet. He probably had it to make jerking off a little more pleasant 

“Mm, why don’t we masturabate together?” she wonders out loud, grabbing the packet. “Boxers off,” she orders, squeezing a bit of gel into her hand and letting it warm.

“I don’t know. That's a good ahh,” he moans, when Vic gets his cock in a fist.

“You still like it this way?” she asks, full strokes from base to tip, thumb swiping along the slit. Tom’s head falls backward and his lips part. Apparently he’s been missing the ease of hooking up with someone who knows exactly what he likes, too.

“Christ Vic, yeah that’s — that, mhm.” He shifts his hips to get more comfortable. “And if at the very top, just tighten?” She applies pressure as she approaches the ridge of Thomas’ cock, and his face twists. “Little less, just a little, fuck yeah, okay.” His eyes fall closed and once Victoria is confident in the rhythm, she resumes the kiss. Thomas doesn’t even try biting or french kissing when he’s distracted, just these passionate touches with a hint of tongue, where his lips are plush and relaxed. It's a lovely way to kiss.

Thomas' hand pushes up the back of Vic’s underwear, caressing and kneading her ass. She tries to shimmy in a way that might bring his hand between her legs, but Tom isn’t getting it. However, he is falling out of time and his cheeks are bright pink. Not wanting this to be the conclusion of the evening, she lets go of his cock. Thomas whines in betrayal and Victoria feels guilty.

“I know Tommy, I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll make you cum, but I want to do more,” she pleads. Still pouting, Tom opens his eyes and Victoria bumps their noses together affectionately.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, again. Of course, sweet Tommy doesn’t hold it against her for a second longer. He pushes a hand down the front of her underwear and feels how wet Victoria is, and has been.

“Couldn’t stand fucking another stranger?” Thomas asks. Victoria whines and nods, peeling her underwear down and kicking them off. Meanwhile, he carefully pushes a finger halfway inside.

“Thomas I just touched myself. Go faster.” He turns one finger into two, both taken without strain. Victoria searches for where she set down the lube packet, meanwhile Tom moves at lightning speed. He extracts his hand, jumps off the end of the bed, grabs Vic under the knees, and hauls her down to meet him.

“What the fuck are you – oh my fucking god,” she moans. Tom presses his face between Vic’s legs, tongue tracing her hymen. She gets a handful of his hair and falls against the mattress, chest heaving.

“Thomas, you are my favorite person in the whole world.” He hums between her legs, shaking his head back and forth. His pointed tongue finds her clit almost immediately, and Vic is spasming in pleasure. It’s so much better than a vibrator. Thomas’ mouth is hot, wet, and attentive.

“Can you – with your nose, you remember?” Tom resituated so his nose was sitting against Victoria’s clit while his tongue found its way between her labia. “Of fucking course you do,” Vic moans, pulling his hair. He nods against her, throwing both her thighs over his shoulders. Tom gets a tight grip with his hands and uses it to press his face against her cunt securely. Vic mewls, back arching. His tongue laps at the area in the center of her folds, right above her opening. Every time he shifts position, Thomas’ nose delivers a little extra friction. It's substantial enough that a ball of pressure is tightening in her core, and the prospect of actual release makes Victoria a little more desperate than she’d like to be.

“Tommy, I think I can cum. Oh my god, Tommy please make me cum. I’ll do…I’ll do anything. Fuck!” He inserts two digits forcefully, curling them upward to locate her g-spot. When he finds it Tom rubs back and forth with the pads of his fingers gently. He preferred very intentionally applying light force to erogenous zones. It prompted more blood flow to the area, and thereby more sensation Patience was key. So few people understood that you couldn’t rush someone's body towards orgasam. 

Upon finding Victoria’s clitorous with his mouth, Thomas holds the little cluster of nerves between his lips and applies suction. The contrast had Vic seeing stars as her toes curled.

“You’re so amazing,” she panted, the tension inside her increasing. “I’m so close Tommy, just please, please, ah!” The tip of Tom’s tongue flicked against her clit. He made his hand movements a little rougher and Victoria’s heels began pounding on his back. This is always how she acted before a good orgasam: undulating her cunt against his face while kicking him, both accidental.

“Please! Tommy, thank you,” she whined, finding the edge. With no situational constraints it was easy to prompt Vic’s orgasam. Nothing was hotter to Thomas than the woman he just got off thanking him as she came. He didn’t mind the taste of Vic’s pussy which meant she got stimulation all the way through her climax. When Victoria squirmed, he had to hold down her hips with his forearm. She squealed thanks as he pushed his tongue inside her cunt, feeling each contraction of pleasure.

As soon as the aftershocks began, Tom pushed Victoria’s legs apart to get a breath of air. He stood up, towering over her as she twitched on his hotel bed, smiling drunkenly. As soon as Vic got her wits about her, she sat up and took Tom’s cock in her mouth. He was looking around for more lube in case they needed it, when suddenly his tip was against Vic’s soft palette. It knocked the wind out of him, so much so that Thomas had a hand on Victoria’s shoulder for balance's sake.

His head fell back, eyes closed as Tom enjoyed the sensation of Victoria’s mouth, then throat. Because of variation in gag reflexes, it wasn’t fair to expect every girl to know how to deep throat. Secretly however, it was Thomas’ absolute favorite sex act. His cock was long enough to where he could really enjoy it, but not so girthy that Victoria’s jaw locked up.

“I forgot,” pant, “how good,” huff, “your blow jobs were.” Victoria hummed in gratitude, prompting Thomas to let out a groan of intense pleasure, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck’s sake,” he grunted as she sucked down harder, one hand grasping his hip. She moaned around his cock, like the taste was pleasant or she enjoyed the sensation. It was for Tom’s benefit, since his biggest turn-on was his partner getting off. His cock twitched in Victoria’s mouth when she tightened her free hand around the base of Tom’s shaft. He stops her ministrations before he gets too close to finishing. 

“Okay, okay, condom,” he huffs. Vic kisses Tom’s hip and walks over to his suitcase. He’s still recovering, trying to make himself last for Victoria’s sake. She’d been horny enough to wake him up in the middle of the night.

“They’re – they’re on the side.” She stands up, condom in hand. “Which you know already,” he grins, catching his breath. Victoria resumes her previous position, rolling the rubber onto Tommy’s shaft herself with care. She takes him into her mouth once more before Thomas pulls her into a standing position. Wordlessly, Vic turns around and her hands have barely hit the mattress by the time Thomas enters her from behind. After a couple awkward thrusts he pulls out.

“Bed’s too short,” he grunts.

“Yeah. Bathroom?”

“Mhm.” She stumbles into the adjoining room and props her forearms on the counter. The dimmer set of lights is on, because Tom could never sleep in complete darkness. Iit takes Victoria’s pupils a second to adjust, squinting.  He’s right behind her, pillow in hand.

“Elbows,” he instructs, having Vic’s arms rest on the cushion rather than the hard edge of the bathroom counter.

“God love you Thomas.” He thrusts in again and this time everything makes sense anatomically. Instead of rapidly pistoning up and down, Tom applies pressure thrusting forward first, then up. The movement isn’t frenzied, making sure he’s actually approximating the location of Vic’s g-spot correctly. He is, and she falls forward while crying out in satiation. It’s a disproportionate reaction, but Vic had been laboriously searching for this stimulation and finally finding someone who could give it to her was heavenly.

“That desperate, are we amica?” he chuckles.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she quips. Thomas does exactly that, increasing his pace. Usually Victoria loves rapid thrusting. However, it’d been too long since she’d been penetrated deep and slow and Tommy knew how to do it properly.    

“Wait, wait, can we go slow this time?” she pants.

“That sounds really good,” he agrees, also a little breathless. He kisses the back of Victoria’s head and meticulously inserts his entire shaft into her pussy, grinding a bit at the end just to be sure. In this position it's a straight shot all the way to the back of her vaginal canal. When she clenches, he knows he’s hit that special spot tucked right up against her cervix. She moans pornographically, muffled in the pillow.

“Good?”

“Mm, mhm. That – you told me about, uh.” Victoria interrupts herself with a mewl. “I read about it. A-spot?” Vic had mentioned after their last hookup that it felt like her g-spot changed positions, only to have Thomas inform her that there were two completely different erogenous zones internally. He’d been surprised she didn’t know, but once he saw how insecure that made her, he assured that it wasn’t common knowledge.

“Yeah this, fucking hell,” he groaned. Thomas tried adding a little speed for the last couple inches and Vic collapsed on the counter-top instantly. She started releasing these really desperate whines from the back of her throat.

“You close?” he panted, unsure what to make of the sound.

“No, just feels really fucking good,” she moaned, stamping her foot to externalize some of the sensation. Vic had started sweating from arousal herself and Tom ran a hand up from the base of her skull, tugging her hair as he had earlier. She outright wailed in a way he hadn’t heard in months, pushing Thomas’ hand between her legs to her clit. He felt kinda bad for teasing her for being so pent up.

Blindly, he searched for her clit, but Victoria was there to help him. She guides his index and middle finger to the sensitive bud, showing Tom exactly how she wanted to be touched, and not releasing his hand until she was sure he got it right. Victoria tried to sink into sensation, giving the clitoral stimulation time to work its magic. While she was absolutely getting wetter, she wasn’t getting closer to orgasam. Maybe letting Thomas choose how he rubbed her would have been better, because her own instructions weren’t yielding results. Meanwhile her pussy was literally throbbing, certain places growing so sensitive that it was no longer enjoyable. Touching herself first may not have been the excellent idea she thought it was.

Tom could recognize Victoria’s noises of frustration, when she got in her head. It happened regularly during sex and made Vic absolutely furious with herself. With other partners she’d fake an orgasam to get it over with, but Thomas was patient. Maybe that's why she craved these interactions: no performance anxiety.

“That was fun for me. Let’s do something you like,” he announces, pulling her off the counter. Victoria stumbles over to the bed, scooting up. Thomas grabs a new packet of lube, ripping it open with his teeth and squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. He knelt between Victoria’s parted legs, massaging some onto her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she murmured something encouraging that he couldn’t quite understand. When Tom went to lubricate his shaft, he realized he’d grabbed way too much product and wiped it on the sheets.

“Kneel with my calves on your shoulders,” she instructs. 

“Okay, okay,” he pants, knowing exactly the position Victoria was requesting from experience. Thomas sits back on his heels, pulling Vic down the mattress to meet him as he had earlier. After putting her legs up, actually getting inside involves some effort. She holds her pelvis up while Tom angles his cock down. It’s an awkward position to transition into, but once the tip is inserted, he hauls Victoria onto his lap and thereby down on his cock. Her right hand is gripping his flank while the left is twisted in the sheets. Wanting to make the position more secure, Thomas pulls Vic so tightly against him that the backs of her thighs rest on his stomach and his sack is nestled under her ass. She can feel the soft, fragile skin, warmer than everything else and is careful with her weight distribution.

Tommy thrusts forward and back, hitting Victoria’s g-spot on every stroke. Having her abdomen curled like this made that erogenous zone much more accessible, and he can see her enjoying it. Her entire face reddened and saliva collected in the corners of her mouth. Victoria arched everywhere, all the way down to her feet. Even though sex always involved skin to skin, this was a lot of physical contact for a stranger. It’s not the kind of position you whip out during a first hookup, and they were never anywhere long enough for a second date. 

It was intimate, forcing you to look at the other person’s face, which meant you were constantly worried about your expression. Thomas knew he had a double chin from this angle, and Victoria was the only person with whom he didn’t give a fuck. She was equally grateful no matter how ragged he looked. Right now, the majority of Vic’s body was on his lap. The hand that had been strangling the bedding relaxed and her head lulled. He held her up with one hand and the other found her clit, but she flinched at the direct contact.

“Too much,” she groaned. Tommy applied his lightest touch, barely there and wondered why Victoria was oversensitive already. Then he remembered she’d already masturbated tonight. Sex following the amount of time she’d likely spent with a vibrator would make anyone uncomftorable.

“Next time ask me first,” he panted. Her hips were still jolting from minimal stimulation, nails digging into Tom’s thigh. He stilled his hand and tried to remember the location of the ice machine, because lube was definitely not the issue. Impeding Tommy's thinking abilities was the amount of time he’d been sporting this boner. He needed Vic to cum so he could cum, but that required clitoral stimulation. Watching her breasts jiggle every time she took a heaving breath was not helping the situation. The giant t-shirt had fallen around her neck in a rumple of fabric, leaving her essentially naked.

Thomas looked down to where their bodies met. Each out stroke his shaft glistened with Vic’s natural lubrication. When he pushed his hips towards her, not all of the discharge made it back inside. She was so wet that it dripped beyond the pink rim of her cunt, stretched around Tommy’s girth. The pale skin of her taint began glistening too. Eventually, a milky white drop, likely a mixture of lubrication and pre-cum ran down her body and fell on Thomas’ thigh. Their skin began sticking together, and the flower of Vic’s vulva was wetted with her arousal too. He could smell her cunt: tangy and alluring.  

She started hysterically whining again, both hands strangling the bedding and Tom heard stitches rip. Meanwhile, Victoria was trying to understand why g-spot stimulation was radiating so deeply inside her core. She anticipated a surprisingly intense orgasam, but the pressure kept building, like a tightening knot. Her mind wasn’t clouded as in the moments before climax, but there was certainly some pent up facet of her sexuality that was demanding attention right the fuck now.

Tom knew Victoria was about to cum hard when her hand went searching for his. Even though her physicality isn’t what he’d come to expect of her orgasams, desperate hand-holding was a tell-tale sign. Sometimes Victoria got intimidated by her own pleasure, and needed Thomas to make her brave, because she couldn’t do it alone. Knowing it was the home stretch, Tommy stopped holding back his orgasam so they could cum together. He let it rise inside him, just as inevitable as the tide rolling in. 

Internally, Vic was screaming at herself to just have whatever this weird orgasam was, so the pressure could release. Tommy pouted his lower lip, making quiet, guttural grunts. His abdominal muscles flexed and his cock twitched. He’d been so patient, waiting for Vic to finish. They’d been at it so long that despite using the bathroom right before showering, she already had to pee again. Victoria finally realized what this sensation was, and sprinted towards it at full tilt. This wasn’t orgasam, not yet at least. She was on the edge of something much more powerful.

“Tommy, tommy, please just a little bit more,” she cried out. “I’m so close. I’m so fucking close, just fucking PLEASE!” Thomas was startled by how desperate Victoria’s voice sounded and tried to hold on. Very quickly it became impossible because of Vic’s natural reaction to nearing climax. She tensed everything and moaned freely, like there wasn’t a soul for miles. Even as he came, Tommy tapped into the perpetual motion of his body, moving against Vic’s while his mind went blank. 

Victoria felt herself release two seconds before the evidence appeared. Thomas was nearing the end of his orgasam when she squirted on his stomach, chest, and neck, rabidly rubbing the ridge of Tom’s cock along her g-spot as she did so. She humped him like she’d never known shame in her life, mouth wide open as the pleasure coursed through her. More ejaculate landed on the base of his cock. Tommy wrapped his free arm under her back as support, letting himself be used. It was the best part of the entire evening by far.

When her hips finally slowed, Tom couldn’t help his curiosity. He lent down and gently licked Victoria’s pussy with the tip of his tongue. Her ejaculate was tangy as well, and mildly sweet. It was a pleasant flavor, something he’d like to taste again. Thomas looked at himself and between Victoria’s legs. Her orgasam had been explosive. Squirt was everywhere, a clear liquid that clung to Tom’s chest hair. His pubic hair was soaked, as were the inside of her thighs. The dimpled tissue of Victoria’s cellulite was soft and malleable in Thomas’ grip. He held her appreciatively, running his hands along her legs.

“That was so fucking sexy, Vic. I can’t believe how much you squirted,” Tommy exclaimed in admiration. Vic felt giggly, enjoying the fact that Tom’s cock hadn’t softened much. She was appreciating how endearing the soft spot under Tommy’s chin was, when she noticed it was wet. He followed her eyes and felt a little pang of insecurity. 

“It got under your chin,” she clarifies, following his train of thought. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh!” Tommy laughed, wiping away. 

“God I needed that so bad,” she hums. 

“Yeah, you did,” Thomas agrees. “You’ve got to teach people how to make you squirt because it's not that hard, amica.” She groans dramatically.

“But I always get in my own head!”

“I’ve noticed,” he responds, kindly. Thomas pulls out by backing up, placing Victoria on the bed. She notices that he’s still mostly hard as he ties off the condom. Thomas was usually a one and done type of guy, but if he was aroused enough he could do a round two. Deciding on at least trying, Victoria slides onto the carpet and crawls so she's knelt in front of Thomas. He sits on the edge of the bed, experimentally giving his cock a couple pulls. Instead of administering a normal blowjob, she calibrates way down. Victoria uses only her tongue, licking up his shaft, around the ridge, into the slit. Tom tastes like silicone, which isn’t awesome, but dicks generally taste unpleasant anyways.

“You wanna try to go again?” Victoria grins and nods adamantly. “Okay,” Thomas huffs. “Suck just the head, really gentle. Like really gentle.” Vic starts by simply closing her mouth and sealing her lips around Tom’s shaft. She presses her tongue against his frenulum and applies the tiniest bit of suction. He bites his lip, eyes fluttering, a hand to Victoria’s cheek. She’s absolutely thrilled to feel his cock perking up inside her mouth, and hums happily.

“Alright, can we do something boring?” he murmurs. Victoria nods again. She bobs her head slightly, hell bent on getting Thomas all the way hard. He was already erect enough to enter her, and a couple thrusts would do the rest. He holds her chin between his index finger and thumb, lifting her mouth off of his shaft.

“Could we maybe just do missionary?” Victoria suggests. “Or is that too boring?” 

“Mm-mm,” he affirms, helping Victoria onto the bed. She crawls up to his pillows, finding an open lube packet on her way. Vic holds it up victorious, after laying down. Tommy takes it from her, squeezing the remaining gel directly onto his cock and slicking himself up.

“Can we – not like, normal missionary, but how you do it,” Victoria tries. “The way you sort of –”

“I know how you like missionary, Vic,” Tommy reminds her with a wink. She always got anxious that he would forget. Maybe it’d been too long or there’d been too many other lovers in between. It was irrational, because she didn’t have this fear with literally any other position. Maybe because missionary was so universal, that after enough repetitive, mediocre sex she started to wonder if her memory was just imagination. 

Tommy crawled between her generously spread legs, entering her cunt with ease. This was the part where Vic held her breath, in fear he’d just start thrusting like everyone else. Instead, Thomas walked his hands forward, bringing his body higher and his cock against her g-spot. Once his collar bones were eye level, Tommy rested the full weight of his pelvis against Victoria’s clit. Instead of moving in and out, he rocked up and down. The down stroke stimulated her clitorous externally, and the up stroke stimulated it internally. This motion, as opposed to thrusting, would make Thomas last longer. It didn’t get him the heavenly friction that deep strokes did, but considering this was round two, that was a good thing.

Victoria sought out a grip that could intensify the sensation, but Tommy’s entire back was slippery with sweat. Curling forward, she was able to reach the round muscle of his glutes. It might scandalize a new boyfriend, but resting both hands on Tommy’s ass, Vic could make the movement of his hips more severe, pulling his cock deeper inside her pussy.

The g-spot stimulation was simply unmatched. Everytime he rocked up, Thomas surged forward so far that only the top half of his cock was penetrating, the lower half brushing her clit. With a grip on his ass, Vic could make sure that every pulsating inch possible remained inside her. On the way down, she followed with her own hips to keep Tommy close and found that made the grinding so delicious she could barely stand it. Organically, her hips took to mirroring Tom’s. They both set into a rhythm that allowed Vic to let go with her hands, and wrap her legs around Thomas’ back instead. The same glorious friction was achieved by Victoria resting her heels on Tommy’s tailbone. They undulated forwards and backwards, Vic’s legs keeping Tom tightly against her. 

It was so precisely what she’d been craving for weeks that Vic began to cry in satiation. Fucking finally. After squirting and now with her favorite stimulation on the planet, of course she found orgasam. 

“I’m gonna cum, but please don’t change anything,” her voice wobbled. “Don’t change anything,” she whispered, tearing running down her cheek. For Thomas this stimulation was decent, but he could feel Vic shaking underneath him. Not just her legs, but her entire body trembled, all the way to her finger tips. He wondered, nay hoped, that she might squirt again. Tom had met few people who were even capable of squirting twice in a row. He’d never been the cause personally. 

At first he thought Vic was humming in pleasure, but he soon realized that the noise was whimpering. Looking down, he saw her eyes screwed shut, and her face wet with tears. Her heels dug into his lower back painfully, trying to bring his groin closer so Vic could rub herself against him more thoroughly. Tommy wanted to stop and check in, but she’d literally begged him not to change anything. Still, the sound bordered on wounded. It was these unsettling, repetitive high pitched sounds.

Her climax might have snuck up on Thomas, but Vic was waiting in glorious rapture for all these sensations to reach a peak. The anticipation was almost deadly, but Tommy was so effective in his movement that she was cumming in no time. Vic took a sharp breath, a couple more tears falling, and moaned low and husky.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she chanted, until her voice broke. Victoria’s mouth fell open and she cried out three times, while avidly grinding against Tom. Her heels pounded against his back. No one had the guts to just blatantly use his body like Victoria did. She didn’t even ask and always milked climaxes for every bit of pleasure she could glean. In the most intense moments, Thomas was a very willing surface from which she could attain friction. It turned him on so violently that his heart pounded in his ears.

He could feel the necessity of his own orgasam, but Victoria was still cumming. True to form, she was using Thomas’ body to extend her own pleasure as much as possible. Brow furrowed in focus, breathing deep, she’d managed to milk her orgasam for at least a minute. He couldn’t interrupt, forcing himself not to. She’d begged him not to. Thomas extended all his focus to not cumming, to the point that it ached and his body cried out in descent. They should have taken the extra 30 seconds to put on a condom. It was a stupid, amateur move.

As soon as Victoria’s eyes tried to flutter open, Tommy tried to back up. Problem was she had maintained an iron grip on his waist with both her legs for the better part of 15 minutes. That grip had been the source of her pleasure and Vic’s critical thinking skills hadn’t returned yet. Thomas had a look of urgency on his face that made Victoria’s eyes go wide. He struggled for speech. When he managed, Tommy’s voice was high pitched and desperate.

“Pull out! Let go! Let go!”

“Oh, shit!” Vic relaxed her legs and Tom wrenched backwards. He took a heaving breath, wincing at how cold the air was without her warmth. The second their bodies parted Victoria pulled Tommy against her, so he wasn’t alone in his climax. That would be so unfair. 

He fell forward into her arms, warm again, surrounded by Victoria’s feminine softness. As soon as his cock brushes her stomach he’s cumming. It was close, too close. Less than a couple seconds. Tommy makes a choking sound, then collapses. His cock twitches painfully as ropes of semen are ejaculated between their bodies. Vic is already looking forward to a shower, but for now Tommy needed her attention. She rocks them side to side. The soothing rhythm is a distraction from how long Tom’s been incapacitated by pleasure, and how vulnerable being guided through his climax like this feels.

Victoria pushes his hair from his face to help with this disorientation. There's a significant lag between when the ejaculation stops and when Tommy comes back into his body. He freezes, then sits up hastily upon realizing how long Vic’s been stuck with him splayed out on top of her. Thankfully, her expression is one of amusement, not annoyance. 

He fingers combs the back of his hair compulsively, glancing at Vic. She’s wearing that cocky, wry grin that she’d mastered years ago. Her expression said I know I just rocked your world and she was right. It's enough to have Thomas bashfully avert his eyes downward. Of course, on the way he runs into the evidence of a collective five climaxes and checks on her expression again, before bursting into squeaky laughter. It breaks the silence and Tom is smiling so wide his gums show. The huge spike in oxytocin is whats got him giggling, he’d never laugh at her after sex. 

With another partner, Victoria might apologize for squirting on them without warning, but Tommy is a little bit nasty and they both know he’s into it. He liked being used by his partner for their pleasure to the point that it bordered on a degradation kink in Vic’s opinion. One of the many perks of their unique friendship.

Notes: Whipped this one out in three days so excuse any errors! I've written two other one shots with these two, but never anything in depth *wink* Thanks for reading!

-XOXO, Eden

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[ladymcres]

I feel like something Pete and Vegas struggle in dealing with is money.

I mean, Vegas and Macau are rich boys™️, while Pete allegedly grew up poor and while the Main Family paid him nice and good, he’s used to save as much as he can and to giving his grandmother all the rest. And after the whole fighting thing happens, it’s kind of an adjustment. Vegas does have money (he has his own assets, because he’s good at diversifying in business) and Pete has his savings, but clearly even if splurging on motorbikes is not something they can do that thoughtlessly anymore, they’re not poor. But, as we said, rich boys. They don’t understand that no, a goddamn weekend in the most expensive Dubai hotel is not actually a thing they can afford at the moment and no Macau, Nike shoes whose price tag in dollars has more than 4 digits would have to wait.

And whenever Vegas and Macau moan about being broke, Pete just sighs and shakes his head until one day he’s really in a mood for something else (like, Pol badgering him about Vegas while they were having drinks at Yok) and just snaps something along the lines of “Broke? For fuck’s sake Vegas, you got Gucci underwear yesterday, that’s ridiculous. Try growing up knowing you can’t afford more than a meal a day, maybe that would teach you something about life”

And Vegas just freezes and his head is suddenly full of a hungry and younger Pete and he just can’t deal with it. From that moment on, he makes sure Pete eats everyday, tries to do the cooking himself, zeroes in checking Pete’s never hungry. And when Macau asks him why the sudden interest in cooking, he just shrugs and mumble something about liking it. Truth is, he knows he did unforgivable things to Pete and he knows he’s a lucky bastard for having him is his life, so he just wants to make him happy and be sure he’a never hungry anymore. And he stops complaining about money in front of Pete (that doesn’t stop him from buying him a fucking Tom Ford’s suit, because his man deserves the finest things in life)

[elibabayblog]

Sexual alphabet

Ass: Tom loves to touch your ass, where ever, whenever, however. He has an addiction to it. He loves the way it bounces in his face while you ride him.

Boner: He gets boners all the time, in public and in private. You love to watch him squirm as he tries to control his urge to moan when you tease him.

Choking: Choking was your favorite thing about sex besides Tom. The way his hands would curl around your neck when he is fucking from the back is super sexy to you.

Dick: You love his dick. It's long and big after he fucked you the first time you, you couldn't walk for a week. He loves to punish you by teasing you with his dick until you couldn't take it anymore.

Ejaculate: His favorite place to ejaculate is onto your face because you put your fingers into it and suck the cum off of your finger and his cock.

Fucking: Fucking with Tom is hard, soft, passionate, hardcore, etc. You never know what mood he is in when he gets home.

Gag reflex: His cock is long and big so you are both very thankful you don't have a gag reflex.

Hand job: You love giving him hand jobs in public especially by your parents because it is so entertaining to watch him struggle to answer questions while you give him his much-needed hand job under the table.

Intimacy: Intimacy was a big part of your sex life. No intimacy, no sex.

Jerking off: You loved to watch him jerk himself off after you walked in on him once. He loves to do it in front of you.

Kissing: Kissing would almost always trigger intimacy. So that was something that happened often. Sloppy, passionate, sweet all the above are with Thomas.

Lingerie: Lingerie was the first thing you found out Thomas liked. Christmas, Valentine's Day, etc he loved to get you more and more lingerie.

Moaning: You both loved it when the other was vocal, which was one of your first discoveries about each other.

Neck fetish: You loved to kiss his neck. The way sweat dripped down his neck made you all the hornier.

Oral: Oral went both ways, one of your favorite positions was 69 because you both get oral at the same time.

Pussy: Pussy licking you was his favorite, he loved to do it before and after he fucked you. Before so he could get you wet and he just loved the taste. Then after because he loved to taste his cum mixed with your juices.

Quickies: He hated quickies but sometimes its all he had to get him through the day.

Rough: Rough was Tom's favorite way of having sex. Throwing you around fucking you anyway he'd like.

Screaming: You just had to scream it out from how deep he was in you. He was amazed at how high pitched you can scream.

Threesome: Threesomes were amazing because they were always with another person. Evans, Lizzie, Stan, it didn't matter.

Underwear: He likes to buy you men's underwear because he loves the way they hang off your body.

Virgin: Being a virgin, he took it slow and was very passionate your first time.

Wet: Wetness with you was all the time. Especially when he did some dirty talk.

XXX: Porn, was a whole other thing. It was one of the only ways to get him off besides toys and you.

Yearning: He is almost always horny. Imagine how he yearns for you when he is miles away. Just imagine the moaning and sexting he tries to get done.

ZZZ: Sleep was needed after fucking with Tom because he could literally go all night. (Fuck till the break of dawn.)

[cheynovak]

Forest Green Eyes - PART 3

Castiel & Y/N Winchester  

Warnings:  Bad family dynamic, over protected, abuse, bad language …  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words:  1142

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.  

 

Part 4 - online now  

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All Castiel could think of is how he wanted to hold her in his arms forever. How right this feels.  

It has been a long time since he felt these feelings. But is there a chance he feels this way because she reminds him of.... him? 

Even though the bunker had no windows Castiel knew the sun was already shining.  

He looked down, Y/N hadn’t moved since last night. She looked so peaceful when she slept.  

Her hair was a perfectly untouched, her breath steady and slow, her arm resting over his chest.  

--

Last night was special for him. She had told Steve that she would always choose Cas.  

Steve clearly was jealous that Y/N and Castiel were so close. But he of course had no idea what they went through. “You walk around pretty much naked!” He yelled “I’m always wearing clothes!” She answered “Yeah, if you call underwear clothing.”  

“Christ! Steve I always wear shirts and shorts! Don’t overreact, Cas never noticed what I wear.”  

“Oh really? Cause last night when you decided that it was a great idea to socialise and watch tv together I definitely saw him staring at your legs!”  

 

Castiel knew that ear dropping was bad, but he told himself that all he did was protecting you. “Did he stare at her? Glanced maybe...” Besides after the fight, when he checked on her, she admitted that she needed him, she trusted him.  

The angel started smiling like a mad man thinking about that. 

 

Although he didn’t want to move or end this perfect moment, he knew she had to go to work. But it was Friday so maybe they could have a movie night. While the angel was in deep thoughts Y/N woke up.  

“Goodmorning.” she yawned. “Goodmorning beautiful.” A silent pause. She lifted herself of the bed. She smiled a little... awkward he noticed, while she searched for new clothes and walked to her bedroom.  

“Eh, I was thinking, maybe we could have a movie night tonight?” Castiel asked to change the mood in the room.  

“Yeah sure. But I really need to leave now I'm already late.” “Really not looking forward seeing Steve.” She mumbled as she walked out.  

Well that couldn’t be more awkward he thought. But at least he had a purpose for the day.  

Searching for a good movie and snacks!  

 

It was almost 3 pm when Y/N texted Cas:  

“You mind going for a drink instead of movie night? X “  

“Where do we meet?”  

“Roadhouse? Anna and Tom will be there after work.” 

Great he thought, he was invited to go have a drink with her colleague and his girlfriend. She just invited him so she wouldn’t feel bad for ditching their movie night.  

“If you want a night with friends, I can pass. No hard feelings.”  

“Castiel, YOU are my friend. See you at 7 <3 “  

That night you, Anna and Tom walk in straight to their usual table. Anna immediately eyed a not so bad looking man the other end. “Y/N why don’t you get the first round?”  

While you walked away. Anna looked at Tom “The best way for her to forget Steve is meet new people.” She grinned.  “Maybe we should mind our own.” He answered shaking his head.  

The second Y/N leaned against the bar the guy walked over. “Hey honey, haven’t seen you here before.” Y/N side eyed the man, ignoring him hoping he’d walk away.  

 

But instead, he laid his hand around her shoulder. “Listen, buddy, I’m really not interested so take your beer and leave me alone please.” She said while removing his hand a little aggressive.  

“Feisty, I love it.” He grinned 

 " You have no idea.”  

Both of you looked behind the man, Castiel had just walked in. He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder passive aggressive telling him to walk away.  

“This your boyfriend honey? Isn’t he a little old?”  

 

Without hesitation you walk towards Cas and wrapped your arms around his waist.  

“”You have no idea what an older man can offer a girl.” Y/N said in her flirty voice.  

Castiel felt his face turning red. But decided to play along. Just as he wanted to kiss the side of her head, she turned and lifted her head to kiss his cheek.  

His lips softly stroke hers, not a full-on kiss, but enough for both of them to be startled.  

For a second that felt an eternity she looked at Cas, lost in his soft blue eyes, then at his lips. Y/N laid her hand slowly on Castiel’s neck, feeling her fingers going through his hair, and slowly pulling him closer for another kiss. This time their lips touched properly and Castiel pulled her closer by holding a hand between her shoulders and one on her hip.  

 

Even though the kiss didn’t take long, both of them were out of breath. Your foreheads still touching. “Why don’t you go sit with your friends, and I’ll pay for the drinks.” Cas said grinning softly. “Great idea.” She whispered.  

Y/N turned around looking at her friends at the table, both looking at her with their mouth open and eyes in shock.  

“I don’t want to sound like a drama queen, but isn’t that your roommate?” Tom asked, “You know the dude Steve didn’t have to worry about?”  

“Well, Steve doesn’t have to worry about anyone anymore.” You tried to sound normal. “If I had known you were, you know, doing your roommate I wouldn’t have send you of to that good looking guy!” Anna said. “I’m not doing anyone. Cas just helped me out of an awful situation with that so-called good-looking guy.” Y/N’s voice sound frustrating.  

After a couple of drinks Anna decided that she wanted a picture. “Social media freak.” Tom whispers to Cas who in return only smiled a little.  

“Ok, Y/N get closer to Castiel, Castiel maybe you hold her a little. Tom kneel down in front. I will place myself next to you.”  

*Click*  

As Anna was giving instructions to the bartender, who was so kind to take a couple of pictures, you felt Castiel’s eyes linger on you. 

 

*Click* 

 

 And like a magnet your face turned towards him. You grabbed his hand that hanging over your shoulders. Looking in each other eyes once more grinning. 

And alll you could think of was kissing those angelic lips again. But that was the beers you had earlier talking, right...   

 

*Click* 

.... Right? 

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[onthecuterside]

Who... are... you..?

🎤 You're not the one 🎤 I fell in love with, baby 🎻🎻. OK, sorry, got carried away there... Thanks @whysojiminimnida for tagging me in a game where we voluntarily reveal information that could allow terrible people to identify us!

name: Can't go there, but my parents used to call me KJ, my friends call me K, and I'm quite fond of my handle.

sign: Taurus. I'm mostly placid but can be tormented into a rage.

fav band/artist: BTS is in a class of experience all of its own. But on the normal fan level, I'm eclectic: Joni Mitchell, PJ Harvey, Nick Cave, Nina Simone, David Bowie, Billie Eilish, Beastie Boys, Björk, Beatles, Brahms. Lots of Bs, apparently.

last movie: House of Gucci, watched it on the plane yesterday. (spoiler alert) How did I know already that Tom Ford became Gucci's designer but not that Patrizia Gucci murdered her husband??? Priorities.

last show: Umbrella Academy and Stranger Things (with my family). Heart Stopper and Our Beloved Summer (with my daughter). I rarely get to watch things for myself (although I should count BTS content there lmao - currently making my way through BV3).

when you created this blog: September 2021. I was desperate for adult conversation about JKK.

what you post: mostly reblogs of BTS beauty / thirst posts so I can find them later, a few posts where I notice something or have a thought that I haven't seen expressed in my Tumblr circle. I made 2 gifs but it’s hard to make everything work and I don’t have the right software :(

other blogs: Nope! I'm totally new to this whole thing.

followers: 49, which is 49 more than I expected. I only created the account so that I could send asks.

do you get asks: option not switched on. I've been doing my job 18 years and I still don't feel like an expert. No way I can take on that role after 16 months in the fandom.

average hrs of sleep: 4-6 hours. It's never enough. F*cking hormones.

instruments: Violin (passable), piano (mediocre), guitar (basic). Voice!

what i’m wearing: strappy summer frock. Half my wardrobe is summer dresses even though winter is ~8 months long where I live. They are so cute and easy to buy and I am possibly in denial. Mismatching underwear with a molded wire-free bra because BEST DISCOVERY of the pandemic, I am never going back.

dream job: I'm doing it! Professor - I get to hang out with smart people all day and talk about interesting things.

Perhaps novelist as an alternative? If writer's block was not a thing.

dream trip: South Korea, Ecuador, Greece. I love travelling and have done a fair bit of it but in my more apocalyptic moments I know we should probably drastically reduce air travel emissions and concentrate on dream tripping closer to home. Astral travel instead?

favorite songs: Favourites are hard. It's so mood dependent. In BTS, those that pull me in the most: Black Swan, Louder Than Bombs, What Am I to You, Pied Piper, Ddaeng, House of Cards, anything by Agust D. In non BTS, Massive Attack - Teardrop, Beatles - I Want You (She's So Heavy), Nick Cave - Red Right Hand, Joni Mitchell - Case of You, Billie Eilish - When the Party's Over, Your Power, No Time to Die, Lovely... I seem to be on a Billie trip atm).

Tagging @rantingravingliving @ffjj5 @jmdbjk @chikooritajjk @spankpjm b/c I'm curious!

[strikersunindie]

@taboosandkinks continued from here

Good. Daniel did have his moments of where he was a rough Dom and would use such degrading terms for his pups. However, getting the express consent to being called that when the mood strikes them helped a lot, especially since it didn't have to be all the time. Though what made him smirk was the blanket permission to perform whatever job he wanted around the house for whatever pay he desired. The tiny apartment he lived in was a stark contrast to the mansion and land surrounding it. Daniel knew he was lucky that he was hot to get their attention.

"I can see that's distracting. I'll allow one deep breath as long as you bury your face against my socks. The two of you will be familiar with my feet, as you're no long allowed on the furniture without my permission. Even if I'm not here. Which means I will have the admin privilege of the cameras here, understand?" The two could technically watch the cameras, but Daniel would be able to control which cameras they could watch.

"If you really want a tight leash, you'll install some tracker apps on your phones. It'll give me an idea of your routines too." Daniel didn't want to make too much of a change in their lives, well at least Taylor's. Tom was a house husband already, so his lifestyle won't be too much of a stretch. It took him all this time, but Daniel finally noticed the state of their bulges and how each had a wet spot right at the tip.

"It's been so long since either of you have cum, hasn't it?" he asked, remembering that since their first session, Daniel made them agree to a self-imposed chastity sans cage. "I'm not quite ready for a fucking, but I do want a show. Let's see how sensitive your holes are." Daniel grabbed his phone and set up a two minute timer. "Go ahead and pull your underwear down, but stay in this position. Then finger each others' mouths. Two minutes to get it as wet as possible. Then you'll play with each other's holes while huffing on my sucks. If you cum hands free in five minutes, you win one request. If not, you'll stop and continue your abstinence for another week." He allowed them time to absorb the information. "Go ahead," he said as he showed them the timer starting.

[viviennes-tears]

The last hurrah (Tom Hiddleston, Chris Hemsworth and Tom Holland chapter 2/2)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.

Prompt requested by VampireQueen666: No, thank you for a great story. I was thinking it would be more about Tom Holland, still playful. Tom Hiddleston and Chris are thinking about going public and though they have had fun with Tom (they haven't had full blown sex with him) they want to become monogamous. They decide to have one last hura. Tom can't celebrate his bday home because he's filming a mini series in New York and is renting an apartment. They secretly sneak in why Tom is in the shower, jump in and tickle him like crazy, pinch his nips, Hiddleston tickles him between the cheeks why Chris tickles his privates. They get out The older guys get to be in their underwear tom has to stay in his bday suit lol. (loved your story before mine got inspired) Chris throws Tom over his knee for a bday spanking While Tom H orders a pizza then Chris switch places while he gets the cake ready. After Tom blows out the candles and both men start biting his big bottom. Tom can't take anymore sit Dalton and they relieve him. As they all pop into bed together They tell tom their plans. he understands. he doesn't think he's gay he just likes being with them and his bday wish is that they are happy.

A/N: Normally I wouldn't do sequels to prompt requests, but as I had so much fun working on part one I decided why not allow it this time? Honestly though part two has been just as much fun to work on too. However I hope I haven't lost anyone's interest and I hope this doesn't disappoint either.

I hope you enjoy A bit of mischief pool side sequel! x

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Summary: Holland is in New York filming a mini series and can't get back home to celebrate with his friends and family. Despite the cast and crew surprising him with a cake they can't get him to go out for the night due to his bad mood. However, his plans to laze around by himself in his rented apartment doesn't turn out as planned, as Hiddleston and Chris fly out to surprise him instead.

Warnings: Spanking, jealousy, Oral sex, hand job, exploring sexuality, friends with benefits, smut and other sexual content

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"And that's everything you want to ask?" Chris says seriously, his hands clasped together in front of him with his elbows resting on his thighs. Holland can only silently nod.

"Well, it's been a long day and I think we should all get some rest." Hiddleston adds, as he stands and then stretches his arms above his head, his t shirt rising high enough to see his pleasure trail. Holland gulps thickly and doesn't move right away. 

"Good idea." Chris stands up and as Hiddleston is done stretching he feels Chris' strong arm wrap around his waist.

"Not tonight." Tom says as he tries to pull away slightly.

"I'm not suggesting anything!" Chris protests and Tom's brow raises questionably. "What? Can't we just spoon or something? Please?" He pleas and breaks Tom finally as a smile spreads across his lips.

"Fine." Hiddleston rolls his eyes and playfully bumps hips with Chris. Whilst Chris celebrates with a small victory cry of a hissing 'yes' leaves his lips, and with a clenched fist that wasn't around Hiddleston's waist, and his eyes tightly closed for the brief few seconds it lasted for. "Night Tom, see you in the morning. And remember if you think of any more questions just ask, ok?" He says before they leave.

"ye-yeah, sure. Night guys." Holland's voice is small but not very reassuring either.

Chris and Hiddleston head upstairs and leave Holland to his thoughts for a while. Thoughts about what all of this means to him and the questions about his sexuality. Had he been wrong all this time or did he simply just enjoy being with the older men platonically? Eventually when he was ready he went upstairs for the night, but his entire body felt heavy as he began to move. He decided it was down to being tired and once he'd wake in the morning things would no doubt feel different, feel better, after all it would be a new day. After he made it to his room he found the simplest of tasks like brushing his teeth and undressing to take far longer than normal. Again he jotted it all down to being tried and the longer he stood the wearier he would feel. Once he was down to his boxers he got into bed and lay still whilst looking up at the ceiling for a moment, before he turned the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into complete darkness. Despite the darkness around him it didn't send him to sleep as quickly as it would normally after a long day. His brain wouldn't allow him to even though his body yearned for sleep.

Meanwhile in Chris' room,"do you think we could have said more?" Hiddleston asks quietly as Chris gets into the bed beside him.

"What else could we have said? We told him the full story about us and we answered his questions." Chris replies, as he wraps his arm tightly around Tom and pulls him closer, becoming the big spoon and comforted by laying with him.

"Hummm...I suppose so." Hiddleston replied, resting his head on the palm of his hand on top of the pillow, and the other hand holding onto Chris' wrist of his arm wrapped around him.

"Don't worry about it right now," Chris then kisses his clothed shoulder and adds, "night, Hiddles."

"Goodnight, Hemsey." Then the light went out and both of them soon fell asleep.

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It's been a year since Holland found out about the full extent of Chris and Tom's relationship. Yet it seemed to come with conflicting thoughts about his own sexuality, and how easily he seemed to flip between friendly banter, and feeling a stirring below his belt for them. Even Hiddleston's jealousy hadn't reared its ugly head since they began playing with him too. However, during the remaining time they had left during filming of Avengers: End Game Holland ended up meeting a young woman around his age, they met at a bar one night when he and the older men went out for drinks during their down time. The night ended with Holland hooking up with her and they stayed in touch for the duration he was there for. He knew he liked her and she liked him, but it didn't last beyond the scheduled filming time unfortunately.

Despite Holland now knowing about Chris and Hiddleston's relationship they felt comfortable enough to be open with him after they told him everything. Occasionally this meant whilst in the villa Holland would walk into a room while Chris and Tom were in the middle of their playfully antics. He also once caught Chris sucking Hiddleston off. He stood frozen to his spot, his mouth was running dry too, until Hiddleston's lust hooded eyes spotted him then he was sporting a smirk, which seemed to get his feet to move again. Basically he certainly got used to seeing them naked around him. Also he once played strip poker with them for the laughs as they consumed a large amount of alcohol. Plus occasionally Chris and Hiddleston would playfully nip at his neck or earlobe, which he also got used to, it was just them being themselves. Although Chris and Hiddleston continued to treat him the same as if nothing had changed. They still had their suspicions about Holland, but they never pressured him about it. They only wanted to be there for him.

Albeit, once filming ended the three did part ways, but they would find themselves regularly meeting up and talking on the phone. Of course out in public no one would have suspected them to have the close bond they do have behind closed doors, because behind closed doors they could do as they pleased. That included Hiddleston and Chris continuing to indulge in their benefits side of the relationship after filming ended. Also they would continue parading around naked in front of Holland. One time though after filming Holland invited the guys around to his place for a boys movie night. Innocent enough you might think, but actually it wasn't as innocent as you might think. 

As the movie began Chris and both Toms got comfy. One of Hiddleston's legs was resting on Chris' lap and the other foot planted on the ground, with his back against the sofa. Whereas Chris had an arm wrapped around Hiddleston's middle and the other draped over the arm of the sofa. Holland sat cross-legged next to them munching away on his popcorn, until Hiddleston pulled him closer, and gently got him to rest his head on his shoulder. Holland didn't protest, not even a flitch, he just began to hum as Hiddleston's fingers softly stroked his hair, his popcorn abandoned as he enjoyed the soft touches and pampering he was getting. 

As the movie was about midway through Hiddleston was getting a little frisky. The movie was turning him on, the bulge in his tight jeans was evidence enough. Suddenly his hand roamed from Holland's waist (where it ended up after stroking his hair) down to his thigh, and then he gave it a squeeze causing a gasp to escape him. Although it didn't stop there because before Holland knew it Hiddleston fully turned to him and was kissing him on the lips. Their eyes closed as the kiss started off gentle and slow as Hiddleston's hand still squeezed his thigh occasionally. A few moments passed before Holland felt Hiddleston's tongue run along his bottom lip asking for permission to enter. Holland felt a tingle in his lips as if they wanted him to kiss Hiddleston roughly, and that's what he did, he allowed Hiddleston's tongue into his mouth, the kiss deepening and got rougher. Chris found himself enjoying watching them instead of the movie. After a few minutes he pressed himself against Hiddleston's back, inhaling his scent before reaching his hand between the two of them, then he began to rub Holland's crotch through his joggers. A delightful shudder travelled up Holland's entire body and he groaned into Hiddleston's mouth which delighted Hiddleston. 

Once the kiss ended Hiddleston and Chris swapped places causing Holland's eyes to open as Chris' hand briefly left his crotch. Hiddleston is now watching from behind Chris. Holland slowly began to lay back as Chris' hand returned to palming him through his joggers. It had been a while since he'd been touched. He found himself moaning and his hips thrusted upwards wanting more pressure as his eyes screwed up tight. That's when Chris increased the pressure and went for it, giving Holland everything as his hips met him point for point, right until he came in his joggers. As Holland was coming down from his pleasurable high his panting lessened and his eyes opened up to see Hiddleston straddling Chris. The pair were kissing harder and more passionately than he had been with Hiddleston. Holland's joggers were wet and he was a bit embarrassed too.

Right now Holland was alone in an apartment which he is renting for the time being in New York whilst he's filming a mini series. Really he should be going out as it is his 21st birthday after all, but he wasn't in the mood. He wanted to be at home with family and friends. Regardless, the rest of the cast and crew had gotten him a birthday cake as a surprise, and some had begged to take him out for drinks, although with his foul mood he could only accept a slice of cake. So instead for the night his plans were to take a shower and laze around in his pajamas before getting an early night.

Holland shedded his clothes and then made his way over to the en-suite bathroom where he jumped into the shower. As he stood under the hot spray began washing his entire body and his hair, before he allowed the hot spray to consume him entirely. He didn't want to get out just yet, because he thought if he stayed in there longer it would somehow wash away his sour mood. However what he failed to realise with the water on is that he's not alone anymore, at least he didn't until he felt two pairs of familiar hands begin to tickle him. Much to Holland's surprise seeing Chris and Hiddleston was a welcomed sight nonetheless, while wondering how they managed to sneak into his apartment and jump into the shower undetected. 

Although, as they kept tickling him Holland couldn't think too much about it, and his squirming around was uncontrollable as was his laughter much to their amusement. Then a moan escaped him as they tweaked and pinched his nipples, giving him only a short rest from the tickle attack, before it started up again. Suddenly he felt Hiddleston tickle him between his cheeks as Chris knelt down to tickle his privates. They continued to tickle him until no sound could be heard anymore, not even a whisper or a gasp. They eventually stopped as Holland's legs began to shake and wanting to give out from under him. It has been ages since they'd seen him let alone play with his body. However they've played with body numerous times since the day by the pool, but they never had full blown sex with him, as they wanted him to be comfortable and they didn't want push him away either.

Holland felt being steadied by them both after the tickling stopped completely. Immediately after Chris rose back onto his feet and he wrapped his arms around Tom, kissing and nipping one side of his neck as Hiddleston did the same to the other side. "Happy birthday!" Chris said cheerily after his and Hiddleston's lips left his neck.

"Wha-what are you guys doing here?!" Tom managed to say as his eyes opened. His entire body tingles after what had happened mere moments ago. It was actually only the night before he'd spoken to them and he told them that he wished he could celebrate back home with everyone, even though they were there with him instead. 

"It's your birthday, of course we came!" Hiddleston said as he tousled Holland's wet hair. "Come now, let's get dry." He added as he stepped out and held his hand out to him to take it.

They took care of Holland once they all got out and then they dried off. Hiddleston and Chris soon thereafter got their boxers on, once they retrieved them from Holland's bedroom floor, but Holland's birthday suit was all they would allow him to be in. Holland chuckled and seemed not to mind it now being in only his birthday suit in front of them, besides it made a change having him parading around them instead of the other way around.

"We brought you a gift, but there's a catch..." Chris said darkly, as he tenderly touched Holland for a moment as his eyes lit up with excitement. It soon passed as Holland was then pulled over towards the bed as Chris seated himself down on the edge with his thighs slightly parted. Next he pulled him harshly down onto thighs and Holland felt a little unsure about what was going to happen.

Chris waited a couple of beats as Holland got comfortable across his thighs. When he thought Tom was ready he softly trailed the back of his hand down his back. "What pizza do you want, Tommy?" Hiddleston asked as he came up to run his fingers through his hair.

"How about a couple of pepperoni pizzas?" Holland replied as he looked up at Hiddleston.

"Pepperoni it is." Hiddleston agreed and made himself at home on the armchair in the corner to put in the order with some other add ons.

Right as Hiddleston dialed the number Chris squeezed Holland's ass lovingly, albeit as soon as Hiddleston got through Chris' hand swiftly and firmly met both asscheeks with the full spans of his hand, making Holland cry out in the process. Chris hushed him and whispered a reminder to him that Hiddleston was on the phone, but telling him he'd hang up if he didn't behave. So Holland quietly agreed to behave before receiving another harsh beating to his ass. In total he received at least another ten harsh thwacks to his ass, or so he thought, as some came quicker than others and one side took more of a beating than the other did. Actually the ass spanking was new territory for him (expect for the towel spanking a year ago) as he hadn't attempted to explore down that road not even whenever he was with women his age. Although the experience left him panting and shaking, strangely in a good way. Hiddleston sat beside them once he placed in the order for their pizza and his phone was replaced along the way with a soothing lotion instead. He unscrewed the lid on the lotion and applied a generous amount onto his hand then he took his time applying it to Holland's red beaten ass. The feeling of the lotion caused him to hiss and scrunch up his nose.

"You took that well." Hiddleston praised, as Holland was allowed to sit up on Chris lap and Chris himself also agreed then he pecked a kiss to Holland's cheek. Yet it was painful for him to sit, although it was only then that he noticed he was hard. Embarrassment evident on his features before he tried to hide behind his hands. Both Chris and Hiddleston laugh as Hiddleston removes his hands. "No need for that...look..." Hiddleston then reached under the bed for the gift bag they hid under there.

Shyly Holland took the gift bag, hiding his erection with the bag as he pulls out the first item, he then sees that it's his favourite chocolate bar. Followed by him pulling out the next item that turned out to be the latest Spidey Funko Pop, they remembered he had a little collection of Spideys back home. Also Spidey seemed to put a smile on his lips, until he pulled out the last item, and embarrassment washes over him again. The last time being a small bottle of lube. 

"Ehehe, I don't know how in the world that got in there." Hiddleston purred and then took the lube bottle to hide it under the bed covers. Also Holland just about managed to thank them for his gifts with his quiet voice, but the older men were happy nonetheless. 

Later when the pizza arrived Holland was thankful that his hard-on had gone down. The three of them settled down on the sofa, after Chris had taken the pizza off the delivery guy while still only in his boxers, and gave him a cheeky wink too. As much as Holland was enjoying the pizza he was enjoying the company more despite not being allowed even now to wear his own boxers. After the pizza Chris rushes into the kitchen and comes back with Tom's birthday cake. Both himself and Hiddleston sing Happy birthday as the cake is set down in front of him ready for the candles to be blown out. Rather than blowing the candles out right away Holland looks between his friends and smiles in thanks, then he leans forwards with his eyes closed to make his wish, and then blows out his candles. 

"Happy birthday!" Hiddleston and Chris cheer in unison and clap him on the back all in good jest. 

"Now for the birthday tugs..." Hiddleston says seductively, as he kneels down on the floor in front of the coffee table and he pushes Holland's legs wider to accommodate himself between them. Chris shuffles closer to Holland and rubs circles into his lower back. "Traditionally this is the part where your hair would be tugged for how old you are today, but..." Hiddleston's words trail off as he smirks, then he adds, "we think you'll enjoy this little twist far more." 

Holland's breath hitches in his throat as Hiddleston takes his soft length into his hand. Hiddleston's fist then slid up his cock, the skin pulling deliciously at the tip before he slowly returned to the base. Holland moaned and thrusted his hips towards Hiddleston as he heard him start to count."God, can I hold on until he reaches my age?" He thought. As Hiddleston continued to agonisingly keep at the same slow pace whilst he counted, Holland's length began to harden in his hand, and Chris began kissing his shoulder and nipping at the skin instead of rubbing circles into his back. When Hiddleston reached half way through his counting Holland's legs were trembling on either side of Hiddleston's body, he panted and moaned as he felt his hand tighten around his cock. The tighter feeling caused Holland to thrust again into his hand, wanting to add more friction and wanting release.

"Twenty-one..." instantly upon hearing his age Holland cum with a low groan of pleasure. His load squirting all over Hiddleston's hand and some even getting on his thighs. Hiddleston didn't stop though until he helped him through his orgasm.

Once spent Holland's body toppled sideways into Chris. A light sheen of sweat had formed across his brow and chest. Hiddleston licked his hand clean as sat next to them while Chris kissed Holland's temple and held him tight. They stayed like that for a while as Holland savoured the after bliss feeling. 

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The three of them got into bed together after they had some birthday cake and a few beers. Holland lay between Hiddleston and Chris, but he felt as though the air around them had shifted, and he needed to know why.

"What? Somethings wrong, you're my mates, you can tell me!" Holland looked between the two with concern written across his features.

"This is more than just celebrating your birthday...call this the last hurrah!" Chris says with a soft smile. Holland stares at him with confusion, still not understanding what's going on.

Tom hooked two fingers under Holland's chin and gently turned his head so his eyes were on him. "It's not a goodbye. We'll still be around as mates, sure..." Hiddleston pauses to wet his lips. "It's just that Hemsey and I...we've been talking a lot and we have decided to become monogamous." His voice soft and Holland noticed a sparkle in his eyes.

"Sooo?" Holland asks.

"We're going public with our relationship." Chris confirms and squeezes Holland's side.

"Hey, that's great! I'm happy for you both, because that's what I want for the two of you, to be happy!" Holland got up and started jumping up and down on the bed, causing laughter to erupt below him, also the tube of lube fell out the bottom of the bed. His semi-hard cock bouncing and looking very tempting to his bedmates.

Chris soon yanks Tom back down making him land with a thud onto the bed. "You're seriously fine with this?" He asks seriously now.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" Holland is confused once more.

"Well..." Chris rubs the back of his neck as he tries to find the right words. "I-you-us have had this...," he gestures between them all, "going on between us for a year now. Hiddles over there was jealous of you and along with my invitation to you to come to the villa he got over it. Three mates...you know?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Holland chuckled "I don't think I'm gay, Chris." Both Chris and Hiddleston frown at him with confusion. "Spending time with my mates is enough and I appreciate what you've been trying to do since you guys told me about your relationship. Also my wish earlier was that you two are happy." He smiled a genuine smile, warming both of their hearts. 

"Just remember though, we'll be here for you." Hiddleston said seriously and Holland knew what he meant by that.

"I won't forget." Holland replied and kissed Hiddleston on the lips then he began to fiddle with the bed covers nervously. "Can...can I request something for my birthday?" His eyes look down at his fingers as they continue to play with the covers.

"Name it!" Chris said enthusiastically and nudged Holland playfully.

Holland bit his bottom lip before he could open his mouth again. "I wanna try something..." 

Suddenly with a new release of confidence Tom moves up onto his knees and then he pulled back the covers. His eyes roaming over each of their bodies and then he reaches both hands out, hooking his fingers around one side of each of the waistbands of their boxers. It was a silent question for them to answer by helping him take off their boxers. Neither Chris or Hiddleston would turn down the birthday boy, so they removed their boxers, Chris far quicker compared to Hiddleston who was more graceful. Holland took a deep breath before he took his time exploring their bodies with hands and lips, as they lay on their backs, allowing Holland to take the lead for a bit instead of themselves. 

Hiddleston's toned abdomen tightened as Holland kissed him softly and took his length into his hand. Chris then moved onto his side as he watched Holland work Tom up. The scene before him caused his cock to twitch with need, so he reached down and tightly took hold of his length, then he began to pump up and down. That was until Holland pried away his hand and took over. When they were both hard and Holland had enough with the use of his hands they knelt before him, as he bravely nuzzled his nose against Chris' manhood, inhaling his scent deeply before he licked his tip. Chris hissed at the feeling of Holland's tongue against his slit and laced his fingers with Hiddleston's. With Hiddleston's free hand he stroked Holland's hair for a bit before he tugged him back hard enough to pop off Chris, then he pressed the end of his own cock against his lips. Chris was a little disappointed but hearing both Toms groans mixed with the slurs made him take over himself again. 

Holland kept going back and forth between them, pleasuring them with his tongue, doing exactly what he knew he liked when he was in their position. Eventually he got to taste each of them in turn as their seed slid down the back of his throat and some even dribbled down his chin. In the end the three of them lay together tangled in a mess of sheets, cum and limbs while breathing erratically. 

"Happy birthday to me." Holland said breathlessly.

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Chapter 6 - Little Misha (Part 2)

It was almost 10 pm and Miss Schiller had really no intention of falling asleep in her bed. She was hungry and thirsty and she knew Nicholae was still angry at her for putting an Extra Spicy in Kent’s tasteless sandwich. She cautiously stepped out of her bedroom, being as silent as possible as to not catch Nicholae’s attention, walking on tip toe. The staircase leading down to the hall had a view of the living room and Misha could see Nicholae sitting on the couch.

He was probably watching a movie and his eyes were all fixed on the flat screen. All of this was exciting, thought Misha as she carefully walked downstairs to the hall. Once her feet had touched the first floor of the house, Misha ran as silent as possible to the kitchen to grab some snacks and a fruit juice… She felt for a moment like Tom Cruise’s Character from the Mission Impossible movies, thinking that she was unreachable, that Nicholae would never notice that she wasn’t in her bed anymore

How wrong she was…

“Looking for Something Misha??” Her father's firm tone of voice startled her, she even gasped and Misha quickly closed the door fridge, still holding that box of fruit juice in her hand.

“I’m thirsty and Hungry!” She complained to Nicholae. The 36 year old man was still furious at her for what she did and if she thought she was going to get everything she wanted, she was wrong! She was a spoiled child and Nicholae knew it. Even Nicholae’s father had mentioned that Misha needed a good slap on her butt!! 

“Nope, no fruit juice for you! No wonder you wake up wet at night!!” Nicholae seized from her delicate hands the juice box and put it back in the fridge. Instead, she’d have the right to drink a small glass of water, and that’s all. No snacks either!

Misha thought he wouldn’t notice that she had traded the Goodnites disposable underwear for her normal underwear, but it was obvious as her bottom wasn’t as padded as when wearing the diaper and Nicholae quickly saw her stubbornness concerning the pull up pants.

“I said to wear the diaper to bed!! I don’t want you to wet another mattress! I’m tired of waking in the middle of the night and washing your sheets!!” Misha who thought she knew better, obstinate with her father, lying to him.

“I’m wearing it! It’s for babies!!!! I look ridiculous with that!!” Having heard and seen enough, Nicholae snatched her hand and dragged Misha alongside him. It didn’t take long that Misha cried out as she became aware that daddy wasn’t in the mood to play at all. She could tell that it was the first time that she was seeing Nicholae as enraged as this.

“ENOUGH!!! You’re going back to bed and I’m gonna make sure that you wear this damn diaper!!” He brought Misha to her bedroom and rummaged through her drawer for another diaper.

Misha crossed her arms with her lips all curled downward. She had never expected her father to become this angry and she was quite surprised when Nicholae kneeled down to her height and strongly pulled down her pajama pants with just one hand. How Shameful it felt to be butt naked in front of him… As if it was the first time that Nicholae was seeing her butt… He couldn’t care less at this point.

Having no choice, Misha cooperated while crying.

“Oh, you can cry all the tears from your body, I’m the one in charge here, young lady!!!!” He sternly warned her while pulling up the diaper with his two hands. He then put back her pajama pants and pointed at her bed.

“You’re going to bed! I don’t want you downstairs again, or else you’ll be grounded for the whole month! Is that understood, Misha???” 

She nodded her head while in tears and Nicholae departed her bedroom when he saw that she would obey him.