I am currently working on some new fic, but for a fandom totally unrelated to SVU or Raul Esparza. Lol. Trying to decide if I should post it on this blog in the event that there are people who like my writing, who are also interested in this other fandom, or whether I should start a new blog for this specific fandom. The struggle is real. Anyone have any thought or opinions--assuming anyone even remembers who I am or that you follow me, given it's been so long since I've posted LMAO. I'm terrible.
Hello, friends! Sorry for disappearing off the face of the planet for a while. But I’m back with some smut, if that helps make up for it! *nervous laughter* Without any further ado, here is said smut. Female reader x Rafael Barba. Reader is just coming home from a trip where she has been away from Barba for two weeks. When she arrives, she finds he looks a bit different than when she left...
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Rafael wasn’t sure what kind of welcome he was expecting when you came home, but… he guessed it would be something a little more tender or romantic than the first words that came out of your mouth after entering your shared apartment.
“Whoa, papi, what am I lookin’ at here?” You exclaimed, setting down your luggage. Rafael approached you, looking confused.
“What?” Rafael asked, head on a swivel, searching the room for what you were talking about. He stopped in front of you and you laughed, reaching your hands out and placing one on either side of his face.
“This.” You said, looking into his eyes with an amused smile.
“Oh.” He replies with nervous laughter. “I can get rid of it. Since I haven’t had any court appearances, and you weren’t here, I just kind of got lazy with shaving. I can go get rid of it--”
“No, no.” You interrupt, frowning. “I like it.”
“Really?” He asks, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
“Yeah.” You said absentmindedly, as you scratched his jawline where a dark beard had grown in. You’d been gone almost two weeks, and doubted he’d shaved at all since you’d left. It was a rather impressive growth for that amount of time. He hummed in appreciation of your scratches.
“Mmm, amor, that feels good.” He breathed, closing his eyes. As you continued to scratch his jawline, he made the most delightful little hums and moans, and you had to admit, part of you was proud of the effect you were having. Another part of you, however, found the noises somewhat sexual. Which, of course, reminded another part of you that it had been two weeks since the last time Rafael had been inside of you. Which was, of course, two weeks too long.
You removed one hand from Rafael’s jaw, skirting it down the front of his body, then paused to look at his face. If he noticed your hand’s change in position, he didn’t show it. With a wicked smile, you gently traced the line of his zipper.
“Know what else feels good?” You asked, just above a whisper. Rafael’s eyes remained closed, but a smile tugged at his lips, signifying he did, indeed, know what you were alluding to. Verbally, however, he feigned innocence.
“No, amor, I’m not sure I can guess. Can you give me a hint?” He opened his eyes, and they had a naughty little glint in them. God, you loved when he got that look in his eyes. His smile widened, and you just about melted.
Trying to keep the cool, seductress vibe you had started, you met his gaze and held it as your hand slid underneath the waistband of his pants. His cock twitched and strained against the fabric of his boxers as you rubbed your hand up and down his still-clothed length.
Rafael let out a pensive “hmm,” as if he were still trying to guess what it was you had meant. You chuckled, taking this as a sign that you had to up the ante if you wanted him to stop being coy. You used both hands to tug down his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor. Once his bottom half was fully naked, you resumed your teasing from earlier. Gently, slowly, you stroked him, and he started to moan.
“You’re right,” he breathed, “that does feel good.” You let out a chuckle.
“That was just the hint.”
“Oh.” Rafael said quietly, torn between keeping up the playful banter, and the increased excitement you amped up with each teasing movement of your wrist. After a few more moments, he must have decided to give up on the banter. He gave a low, growl-like sound of approval before placing a hand on the back of your head and pulling you in for a deep kiss. His other hand laid on the small of your back, drawing you closer until you were pressed tightly against his hardness. In your excitement, you let out a small moan, but it was swallowed by his hungry kisses.
Both his hands found their way to your hips. Then, as if he were indecisive, they quickly shifted to your ass, where he gave you a quick smack. He gave a noise of approval and must have decided that’s where his hands should stay. Each hand gripped one cheek firmly.
“Have I ever told you you have an amazing ass?” He breathed, finally ceasing his kisses.
“Not often enough.” You teased. He chuckled in response, and you ran your hands over his shoulders and down. You slipped your hands up his shirt and tugged it over his head with his cooperation.
“I’m a bit chilly now.” He said, now fully naked, standing in the living room.
“I can warm you up.” You said suggestively, pressing yourself against him once more and laying wet kisses on his neck. You trailed your kisses down his chest and stomach, dropping down until you were on your knees in front of him. You looked up at him before slowly licking a stripe up his shaft.
“Mmm.” He moaned. You were just about to take him into your mouth when he stopped you. “Amor, that window’s still open.” He gestured to the open curtains across the room. You sighed and turned back to look at the window.
“Papi, we’re so high up. It’s not like people just walking by on the street are gonna see us.”
“What about the neighbors?” He said, sounding concerned. You put on your most sinful smile as you looked back to him.
“Let them look.” You said. “It’s our apartment. If they want to be nosy, what they see is their own fault.” Rafael laughed.
“You make a compelling argument, amor. Especially when you look so damn good on your knees.”
Your heart jumped. You loved Rafael’s dirty talk. It was even hotter after two weeks away. And holy shit, he looked good with a beard. You took a moment to appreciate the rugged, manly look it gave him. Another flash of lust came over you, and you resumed your task.
Rafael inhaled sharply as you took him in your mouth. Slowly at first, you moved up and down, taking more of him until you reached his base, then you pulled away and stroked him once more. He moaned in appreciation and you took him again, this time, gently cupping his balls and massaging them. With a groan, Rafael thrust his hips forward impatiently. You gagged slightly, but appreciated his enthusiasm, urging him on. A few more excited thrusts before you pulled away from him, standing and shedding your dress.
His hungry eyes devoured your form, and good god, you were so turned on. Was it possible to explode from need? Because you were getting pretty close.
“Your turn.” He said with a smile, voice husky with lust. He picked you up and carried you over to the couch, laying you down gently, with your legs dangling over the edge. You started to scoot back, but he stopped you, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you back. Then, he knelt down. You watched expectantly as he tugged off your lacy panties (worn in anticipation of just such a lustful reunion). With a naughty little smirk, he met your eye before dipping his head down between your thighs and lapping at your center.
“Oh, shit.” You breathed, as he wasted no time bringing you close to climax with his tongue. He gave a little hum of approval at your noises, and slid one finger inside of you. “Fuck.” You swore. Rafael always knew how to bring out your sailor mouth, in the best possible way. Just as you were about to come, he eased back, removing the finger and taking away his mouth. He clearly wanted to tease you.
You felt the heat of his breath on your inner thighs, then the softness of his lips as he turned to one leg and kissed the tender flesh. You let out a little giggle at the tickling sensation of his beard brushing against your thigh. He exhaled in a little chuckle, brushing his beard against you to tickle you some more, and you laughed again. He turned and did the same with your other thigh, and your laughter grew, until you giggled uncontrollably. Then, abruptly, he reclaimed your center, quickly making you forget why you were laughing.
“Oh, papi.” You moaned, knowing how much it wound him up to hear you say it. You needed to come—no time for teasing. It worked, and Rafael sucked hard on your clit, drawing a jagged breath from you. “So good, papi. Don’t stop.” You felt the pressure build, then break like waves on a jagged, rocky shore.
“Yes! Rafael! Yes!” After most of the intensity passed, you tried to steady your breathing. Rafael seemed to approve as he lifted his head with a smile. He stood and watched you pant below him, still coming down from your orgasm. With a chuckle, he helped you slide up the couch and got on all fours on the cushion, so that he hovered above you.
You looked up at him, breathing finally slowing down, but your body was still excited. Your heart still raced. He looked at you with admiration, as if you were some beautiful goddess, and you felt yourself blush.
“I almost forgot how good you are at that.” You joked, to lighten the moment. Rafael exhaled in a nearly silent laugh.
“Certainly you haven’t forgotten how good I am at this?” He asks, teasing his cock at your folds.
“How could I forget that?” You whisper in breathless anticipation. He smiles and kisses you slowly. He lifts your hips and guides himself, gently entering you. You moan as you feel him slowly fill you. “Oh, I missed this.” You think aloud. A cocky grin spreads across Rafael’s face, and you realize you said that out loud. But you don’t care anymore. All that matters right now is that you’re home, and Rafael is too, and he’s about to fuck every other concern out of your mind.
“Is that so?” Rafael teases, slowly beginning a rhythm. “You missed this cock?” He punctuates the last word with a deep, hard thrust.
“Fuck.” Another thrust. “Yes, papi. I missed it so much.” You grab at his shoulders and back, digging in with your nails in an attempt to stay grounded as the rest of the world seemed to disappear. Rafael groans, enjoying the sensation. The room is filled with the sounds of your pleasure, punctuated with the slapping of skin on skin. Yes. You missed this.
The rhythm picks up and you close your eyes, focusing on the building pressure. The heat radiating between the two of you is building, as well. You look up at him to see his brow furrowed with concentration. He smiles when his eyes meet yours, and gives an extra-saucy little hip wiggle. A half-moan-half-squeal noise slips from your mouth as you can’t contain your pleasure. It’s not like any noise you’ve ever heard, and you start to wonder where the hell it came from, but the thought is quickly pushed away as Rafael pounds deeper inside you.
“Yes. Yes-”
“Are you gonna come for me, amor?” Rafael coos. You nod and manage to make an “uh-huh” between pants and moans. He shifts position and throws your legs over his shoulders. The new angle somehow feels even better than the last, if that were possible. A few more thrusts, and you start to feel lightheaded. You close your eyes and focus on the feeling of a quickly approaching orgasm. You feel the warmth between your legs. The smell of his cologne surrounds you. You hear his sharp breath. When you open your eyes moments later, he holds your gaze once more.
“Come for papi.” He commands, his voice gravelly and low. It was as if your body had been waiting for the invitation. All at once, the sensation washed over you. Hot. Intense. You were filled to the brim with pleasure, and couldn’t stop the chain of cuss words from spilling out of your mouth even if you wanted to. The intensity of your orgasm quickly coaxed Rafael’s out of him, and you felt the heat of it fill you. With a moan and a smile, you watched his face as he emptied into you.
After several long moments, Rafael gave you a soft, slow kiss before pulling out. He laid down and pulled you on top of him, where you nestled your head into his chest with a pleased hum. You absentmindedly traced imaginary shapes on his chest with your pointer finger while you listened to his breath slowly return to normal.
“Maybe I’ll keep the beard a little while longer.” He laughs.
Hey, what up. It’s me, ya girl. LMAO. If you guys haven’t all completely forgotten about me, thank you for sticking around. I’m going to go live with some brand new smut in a few. Just wanted to say hello, and thank you for staying, if you have for this long, and say hello to anyone new who popped in during my inordinately long dry spell lmao.
I also have had a lot of changes in my personal life, which is part of why I’ve been away for so long. If y’all are interested in that, let me know, and I can go into that in a separate post. But yeah, please enjoy! New Barba smut coming your way!
“They say he likes a good time. He comes alive at midnight. My mama doesn’t trust him; he’s only here for one thing, but so I am I. A little bit older, a black leather jacket. A bad reputation, insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn’t breathe, yeah. I said if you kiss me, I might let it happen.” –My Oh My, Camila Cabello
This is my first time putting one of these together, but I absolutely had to. This song is so perfect for the sinful delight that is Nevada Ramirez. 🌹 Let me know if I should make more of these. ❤
Wow, it has been an absurd few months since I’ve posted last, and lord has my life exploded, re-grouped, and then exploded again repeatedly since then. I seriously wish that I was joking, but I cannot tell you how frequently my life has flipped itself on its head in the past few months. I don’t normally like to talk a lot about my personal life, for privacy sake, but partially because I feel like venting, and partially so you guys can get a taste of why I have not been around, here you go.
It has been incredibly intense.
My relationship of 4+ years ended a couple months ago, after I found out my now-ex had sex with one of his coworkers. I officially ended things for good because (1) I can’t forgive a cheater and (2) I finally realized in our final months together that he was actually extremely emotionally abusive. After our breakup, I turned to a close male friend of mine for comfort. --I’ll call him C. I had actually started to develop feelings for C in the last half year or so of my relationship with my ex, but I stuffed those feelings down because I am a faithful person and would never cheat.
After my relationship ended, I let my feelings for C develop in their natural course, and not too long after, I confessed to him that I like him. Turns out, there were some feelings there for C too, but he would never make moves on a woman in a relationship. We started dating, and it’s been amazing. I feel so special and cared for, and happy. He’s honestly my dream guy, and with him, I’m experiencing all the wonderful things I never felt in any of my previous relationships. So despite the fact that getting cheated on was awful, I believe that things were meant to happen this way, so that C and I could come together the way we did. After the positive experience of beginning to date C, my life decided to take a dumpster dive.
My parents started fighting non-stop and wanted to keep involving me, but I refused to take sides, and it’s been incredibly stressful (still ongoing). I’m an adult, but the’re my parents, and it’s hard to be stuck in the middle. During all that stress, I found out I owed a bunch of money in back payments for bills I thought were being auto-deducted from my account. Eight MONTHS of back payments, guys. Money was really tight for a couple weeks, but I pulled through that, too, and things settled down for a minute. Just when I thought my financial woes were over, I got fired from my job and had to job hunt. Right around the corner from Christmas, and not until after I booked a very expensive vacation that is completely non-refundable.
Y’all, the world has basically just been testing me left and right these last few months of 2019 and I am SO. READY. For 2020 to begin. Thankfully, it looks like everything is leveling out again, as I got a job offer and begin the new position very soon. So, in case you were wondering where I disappeared to-- my life has been an absolute shit show. Lmao. Now, I am returning. So if anyone has any recommendations or requests of where I should pick up, or any new series/ one shots/ HCs they’d like me to write, let me know! I’d like to get back into having this creative outlet again.
Im sorry to hear that, Sending love and lot of hugs to you❣️ Stay strong, we are here for you❣️
Thank you! ❤ I spent the weekend with some good friends of mine and I am feeling much better. I'm so much better off without him, and now I have more time to pursue the things that make me happy! 😊
Welp. Last night was the end of a 4.5 year long relationship for me. I found out yesterday that he had sex with one of his coworkers. There are a lot of things I can forgive, but cheating isn't one. I found out from a friend of the girl and spent an hour at my desk at work ugly crying. In almost cinematic fashion, I went to his house after work to get a confession, and as he admitted to what he had done, it poured buckets and thunderstormed. I told him we were finished and left. The tornado warning blasted in the background as I drove home from his house, because a tornado had touched down about ten minutes away, and I just-- I have to thank the weather for being such a perfect reflection of the utter shitstorm that was my life yesterday. Such being the case, I'd like to distract myself with some more writing. So if you guys have some fic ideas you'd like to request, hit me up. Or if you wanna just send some love too, I'd appreciate it. Thanks, guys. ❤
Hello there! I’m back again, with Part 5! Frederick and Sylvia’s dinner date has ended, and Sylvia invited Frederick in. After some back and forth banter, they’re both ready to stop playing around and get down to business. Sylvia, determined to get Frederick under her spell and secure an information source by using her feminine charms, and Frederick, intent on enjoying a good thing while it lasts. Here’s your big, fat NSFW WARNING! Nearly 5,000 words of utter smut. Enjoy, lovelies! <3
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Frederick’s mind was bustling with thoughts, all scrambling to get to the front of his consciousness, like a subway platform packed with ornery passengers. This night had already been unbelievable. For the first time in however long, Frederick had gone on a date. With an actual woman. An attractive one, at that. One who wanted to have sex with him.
He wouldn’t have believed it, but here stood the evidence, right in front of him. The evidence clothed only in a lacy thong and a pair of high heels. The same evidence that was now pressing her breasts against him so that their naked chests met, and he could feel her soft warmth.
“What are you going to do now?” Sylvia repeated, one eyebrow raised in anticipation. Her voice was as smooth as silk as she egged him on. There was a playful note of challenge in her voice—as if she was just daring him to take her. At that thought, Frederick let out a low groan. How desperately he wanted her...but he was afraid.
Afraid of what? He asked himself. She’s already seen your scar, and that didn’t stop her. If that isn’t enough, I don’t know what is.
He allowed himself to concede just a little. Reaching his hands up, he entwined them in her soft locks. She took this as an invitation to steal a kiss. And what an exquisite kiss it was.
It was tender. So tender Frederick could almost fool himself into believing it was full of emotion for him. Though it was a pleasant idea, Frederick was no foolish young boy, and he knew better than to believe a woman like Sylvia could truly be interested in a man like him. For her, he was a means to an end. Her temporary flare of passion, a barter for the information he could give her. He tried not to be bitter as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
He pulled away from her kiss to look into her eyes and found that in this light, they glittered ever so slightly. A sheepish smile played at Sylvia’s lips, as if she knew she had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. His heart did an odd skip to see such a genuine expression from her. He found it endearing.
Sylvia wasn’t sure what, exactly, it was about the doctor’s eyes when he looked into hers, but it made her feel vulnerable. There was no use trying to dance around what she was doing here. They both knew that she was coming onto him. And they both knew why. So why did she care if he found her likeable? Why did she want to know the reason he looked at her so intensely when she revealed her scar to him?
It doesn’t matter. Sylvia reasoned. This is for my mission. That’s all. She steeled up her resolve, determined not to feel anything for the boastful doctor. But it was difficult, with him continuing to look at her with such a penetrating gaze.
That’s it. Frederick decided. It’s time to stop being afraid. Stop hesitating and running away from a good thing. You deserve for something good to happen in your life, Frederick.
As if on cue, Sylvia’s hand slid down his torso, stopping to unbutton his trousers. He heard the distinct sound of unzipping and she tugged the trousers down, making a triumphant little hmph noise as they hit the floor. He gave a chuckle, thinking how cute the little sound was. It wasn’t long, though, before Sylvia returned to her devices, and he was no longer laughing. She slyly slipped into the band of his boxers and took him in her hand. He moaned as she slowly stroked him to attention. On hearing the sound, she smirked.
“You like that.” It was a statement, rather than a question. Her confidence had certainly returned in full force. Frederick nodded as she continued to arouse him.
“You’re very good at that.” He observed. It certainly didn’t hurt that it had been some time since he was last touched in this way.
“If you like that, you’ll really like what comes next.” She said in a soft, sensual tone. Frederick’s breath caught for a moment in anticipation. He felt Sylvia’s other hand slip under the thin fabric, and she pulled it down, freeing him so that he was fully naked in front of her. He stepped out of the pile of fabric and kicked off his shoes.
“Well, hello, doctor.” Sylvia said playfully, returning to stroking him, eyes fixed on her handiwork. “Color me impressed.” Before Frederick could think of what to say in response, Sylvia lowered onto her knees and licked a stripe up the side of his shaft. The sensation as she subsequently took him into her mouth rendered all logical thought hopeless, and he gave up on the idea of a witty retort. The most he could manage was a long groan as she sucked harder, bobbing up and down.
He watched as she sucked him, unable to believe his incredible fortune. She stopped moving for a moment, and her eyes darted up, searching his face for a reaction, and he grinned.
“Well, you’re right. I definitely like this.” He breathed. She hummed around him, resuming her movement and Frederick damn near lost it. His fingers laced through her hair, lazily following her as she moved. Her hands squeezed his thighs, then moved up and slapped his ass. His hips bucked forward in response, and she gagged slightly; he was bigger than she’d anticipated.
He started to apologize as Sylvia released him, but she shook her head, insisting he was just fine. She rose and stood before him, licking her lips as she met his gaze. He found it impossible not to focus on where those lips had just been.
“That way.” Sylvia said, pointing behind him.
“Huh?” Frederick asked, confused. She pointed behind him once again.
“Bedroom’s that way, doctor.” She explained. “Unless you don’t want me, after all?”
“Oh, no, I definitely do.” He affirmed, his response bringing back her cocky little smirk.
“Then show me.” The impish challenge reawakened the same boldness Frederick had felt earlier. He looped his fingers in the sides of the last bit of lace that covered her and tugged it down. She tossed it aside without a second glance, and shed her heels, then looked into Frederick’s eyes expectantly. Once again, he grabbed her and hiked her up, resting her thighs on his hips. She wrapped her legs around him and he slid his hands to her ass, giving it an enthusiastic smack. She gave a small moan, and he stole her mouth in a passionate kiss.
After a few moments, he carefully ventured down the hall in the direction Sylvia had indicated, eager to get her to the bed. He passed several closed doors, when Sylvia reached out and patted one of them, which he supposed meant it was their destination. Shifting her weight, he opened the door and treaded through the threshold. He walked to the back of the room to the massive bed, which had an absurd number of pillows at its head. He knelt on the bed and walked a few feet forward on his knees before laying Sylvia down gently in the middle.
She looked up at Frederick, running her hands all over his arms and chest, a sweet, sexy little smile on her face. Keen to keep things moving, he pushed her thighs apart and settled his lower half between them. Resting his elbows on either side of her head, he leaned down and planted wet kisses on her neck. He started in the sensitive crook where her neck met her shoulder, then made his way up to the underside of her jaw. When he reached his target, she gave a little squeal that seemed far too girlish to have come out of her mouth. Frederick drew back to glance at her face, as if to confirm she was still the same woman he’d been kissing.
Her cheeks were pink, though he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or excitement. She covered her mouth, eyes seeming just as surprised as he was that she was capable of making such an innocent, pure noise. Her eyes squeezed shut and she took her hand off of her mouth.
“I have no idea where that came from.” Sylvia admitted, feeling extremely embarrassed. She was supposed to be acting as a sexy seductress, yet here she was, squealing like an innocent schoolgirl from something as simple as a kiss.
What the hell is wrong with you? She asked herself. You need to get it together! Now!
“That’s alright.” Frederick reassured her. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Lord knows he had done far more embarrassing things than that in bed. Despite Frederick’s kind reassurances, Sylvia was too mortified to open her eyes. She started to wonder how she could escape the situation with her dignity still intact, when she felt Frederick’s weight shift above her. He was no longer on top of her, but his weight was toward the end of the bed, so she knew he hadn’t left. Before she could decide on her next move, his weight shifted again and she felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing them further apart.
She opened her eyes, curious as to his plans. His head bowed and she felt the heat of his breath on her center. The sensation moved in a wave up her body, and suddenly, everything felt hot. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a while, and she found she no longer had the desire to get up and leave.
Don’t stop. She thought, surprising herself with the reaction. Frederick stopped and looked up at her.
“Keep going?” He asked. She nodded, looking down to meet his eyes. He gave a tiny smile before turning back to his task. Sylvia moaned as she felt his mouth on her, taking the place of his breath. The doctor proved to be very good with his mouth, though she shouldn’t have been surprised by that. His tongue moved slowly, methodically. He was teasing her—and it was working, she thought as her heartrate quickened. She wondered, offhand, when the last time was that a man had genuinely made her come, and couldn’t remember. But this unfortunate fact was soon forgotten as he found that just-right spot, sucking hard.
Oh, god. Don’t stop. Sylvia’s head tossed to the side and her eyes closed. She felt the pressure build, and knew what was coming next. To her surprise, he did not stop, and she felt the pleasure spill over her.
“Yes.” She panted, and Frederick pulled her hips up, improving the angle to intensify the feeling. “Oh, god yes. Shit.” A string of alternating profanities and moans spilled from her lips until Frederick finally relented, releasing her hips to the bed, and sitting back on his heels. She wasn’t sure what he did in the moments after that, because her eyes remained shut as she tried to steady her breathing. After a minute or so, she felt Frederick’s weight settle in next to her on the bed.
“Shit.” She chuckled, remembering rather sheepishly how fully she had let her guard down in the throes of her orgasm.
“That bad, huh?” Frederick jibed. Sylvia opened her eyes, but couldn’t bring herself to face him.
“Not bad at all.” She said quietly as she stared up at the ceiling. A moment of silence hung over the two, filled only by the sound of their accelerated breathing. “You know,” she continued, finally daring to turn her head toward Frederick. “It’s been a depressingly long time since a guy has managed to do that.”
“To make you orgasm?”
“Yeah. Without my assistance, that is.”
“Really?” Frederick asked incredulously. Sylvia nodded. “Well, if I were your boyfriend, or love interest, or whatever you want to call it—I’d make it my goal to make you orgasm all the time.” Sylvia laughed and shook her head, swatting Frederick’s chest as if he’d said something completely ridiculous.
“It’s pretty difficult to make me come. I don’t know if you could handle that challenge.” Frederick turned onto his side, propping himself up onto one elbow. His free hand, he trailed down the center of her chest, down to her stomach, finally resting it on her hip.
“I don’t know. Didn’t seem like it took me too long to figure it out.” He said, a smug grin spreading across his face. Sylvia scoffed in response.
“You got lucky.”
“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” Frederick replied. “How about I keep going, and we’ll find out for sure?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.” She replied mysteriously.
“So if I don’t satisfy you, you’ll kill me?” He snickered.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. How about you come over here and fuck me, and we’ll find out for sure?” She smirked, throwing his words back at him.
“Not sure whether I should be turned on, or afraid. My brain is in favor of terrified, but…” His eyes glanced downward at himself, and Sylvia followed them to find that he was once again erect. Without thinking, she reached out and took his erection in her hand, beginning to slowly tease him. She had to admit, she was certainly curious whether he could repeat his success from earlier.
“How about this. If you manage to make me come, I solemnly swear that I will not murder you in your sleep.”
“And if I’m unsuccessful?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. She pretended to mull it over for a moment.
“I guess I could spare your life, as long as I still enjoyed myself.” Half a beat of silence ensued before she added mockingly, “But you shouldn’t have any problem making me come, right?” Without saying a word, Frederick removed Sylvia’s hands from him and positioned himself on top of her. One hand skirted from her hip, then down to her folds, parting them before he slid one finger inside. Sylvia took in a sharp breath and Frederick’s confidence grew, knowing he’d managed to silence the cocky seductress, if only for a moment.
He crooked his finger in the way he’d learned was best over the years, as he slid it in deeper. He knew he was on the right track as Sylvia gave a small moan. It was quiet, but quick. Impatient. Her hands grabbed at his back and she looked up at him expectantly.
“It’s not nice to tease.” She said breathily, as he slowly began to circle her clit with his thumb.
“What is it they say about nice guys?” Frederick asked, pretending not to remember. “Oh, yeah.” He mused, sliding in another finger. Sylvia gasped and gave a short, urgent moan. “They finish last, right?” The doctor gave a devilish grin as he continued to tease her.
“Fuck. Frederick.” Her voice was thick with lust, and he detected a hint of…desperation? No, it couldn’t be. But as he continued, her noises became steadily louder and more frequent. Short. Sharp. Could it really be true that this beautiful woman was coming undone beneath him? Her eyes were closed and her nails dug into his back. He welcomed the stinging sensation, as it confirmed this was, indeed, reality.
“Feel good?” He asked, watching her reaction closely. She opened her eyes briefly and met his, nodding. Her voice caught inside her throat as she looked up at him. Who would have thought a man such as this could evoke such a reaction from her? She felt his pace quicken, and he pushed deeper within her than before. A breathy whimper spilled from her lips before she could stop it.
Why should I stop it? The thought flashed through her mind. You should never let your guard down immediately followed it. Then, Frederick resumed his torturous teasing of her clitoris, and rational thought abandoned her again.
“Oh god.” She breathed. Frederick gave a low chuckle in response. He stilled his fingers inside her and found that magical spot. In response, Sylvia made an utterly animal noise Frederick couldn’t quite explain, but very much enjoyed. He felt her tighten around him, and continued to move his fingers gently, slowly. Her whole body tensed, and she inhaled a sharp breath. Then he stopped. Her eyes opened, and she released the breath in a huff.
“Why did you stop, I almost—” She caught herself mid-sentence and, embarrassed, cleared her throat, refusing to finish the thought. The amused grin never left Frederick’s face as he watched her emotions go on a roller coaster. Her cheeks flushed, brows furrowed in frustration, she was a sight to behold. Remembering the way her body responded to him made his confidence soar--the sounds she made, the way she squirmed underneath him. He was so hard it was nearly painful. He needed her badly. But he wanted to hear her wanting him some more.
Frederick planted a soft kiss on her lips. Sylvia returned it, then another. Encouraged, he deepened the kiss. No objection came from beneath him, so he set back to his devices. He resumed the same motions which had brought Sylvia’s impatient, demanding responses, now knowing exactly what to do.
Sylvia moaned, but the sound was muffled by Frederick’s kisses. His fingers once again teased at her g-spot and she felt her orgasm building with renewed intensity. She realized how disappointed she’d been when he stopped just short, and was embarrassed with herself.
This time I won’t lose control. She assured herself, drawing back from his kiss. She soon realized this may have been a mistake, as Frederick’s mouth began to roam, kissing and sucking at tender spots on her body. Her neck. Her jawline. He found the same spot that had made her squeal, and sucked hard. It took everything within her to remain quiet, but she felt the pleasure just the same. He tried again, obviously hoping to replicate her earlier response, but she remained stubbornly silent. Her victory was short-lived, however, as he promptly turned his attention elsewhere.
He peppered kisses on her clavicle and décolletage before taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. This time, her jagged moan fell unbidden from her lips. He hummed brusquely, apparently appreciating the response, then took her other nipple, sucking harder. Sylvia felt the pressure building again, more insistently than before. It was as if the desire refused to be ignored. Nonetheless, she tried her hardest to maintain her composure. She let out a soft noise, more controlled than the one before, and Frederick moved on. It was clear to her that his goal was to unravel her, and she was determined to fight it. Exactly why, she wasn’t sure. In fact, if she’d been able to orgasm on other missions, they’d have been a lot more bearable.
As he kissed his way down the soft skin of her stomach, she realized why. She hated his ability to make her lose control. She’d always been in control, in every relationship—whether the interaction came from romantic interest, or a useful means of facilitating a mission. She always exerted her control over men, concealing her true emotions, effortlessly remaining in the position of power. By letting go of her untouchable façade, she was showing Frederick who she truly was inside. She was showing him the layers beneath the Mankiller—the real Sylvia. And she didn’t like it.
As she felt the heat of his breath move down, she was roused from her thoughts. She looked down at him, watching his movements with interest. He’d changed his tactics, as he’d failed to make her react the same way as last time. His fingers slid in and out again now, creating an ebb and flow of pleasure. She attempted to steady her breath as she watched him work, but those efforts were soon sabotaged.
Frederick bowed his head and licked a stripe up and down her center, drawing a lurid moan. As soon as he had put his mouth on her, he took it away, replacing it with the soft pad of his thumb. His touch was gentle and slow, and it was driving her insane.
Let me come, already! Her thoughts demanded. And just like that, his mouth was on her again. Sylvia sighed with pleasure as Frederick stilled his fingers, focusing instead on devouring her. Her hands clutched at the covers underneath her. Though she tried to stifle them, soft moans rose from within her and managed to escape. Once he could tell her excitement was mounting, he continued to finger her. Her hips bucked of their own volition, and she could tell she was losing her control of the situation once more. She couldn’t convince herself to care, however, as Frederick sucked at her clitoris, making a delightfully sinful slurping noise.
“Shit.” Sylvia panted. Her curse was Frederick’s sign that she was close; he persisted a few moments longer, until he felt her tighten around him again. Once again, he stopped short. He took away his mouth and withdrew his fingers. In her disappointment, Sylvia let out a guttural groan. Frederick chuckled at the noise, clearly amused, and sat back on his haunches, stretching out his legs.
Sylvia sat up as well, looking at him, eyes dark with lust. She slid forward and rested a hand on either side of his face in a display of tenderness which caught him off guard. After a brief moment, she thought of a better place to put her hands and quickly slid them down his body. She started to stroke him, watching his face for his reaction. Now, it was his turn to moan. It was a jagged, primal moan, as if he were just as excited as she was, and it made her smile.
She let go of him and slid forward onto his lap. He leaned back, supporting himself with his hands, which were spread out behind him. In this position, she straddled him. His cock was teasingly close to her entrance, and he found the thought highly distracting. She shifted forward, planting sloppy kisses in a trail down his neck, and he smiled. Abruptly, she shoved him down onto the bed.
“Mmm.” Frederick hummed in appreciation of his view from underneath her. She lowered and took his mouth with a passionate kiss, which he gladly returned. Her own taste was still fresh on his tongue, and she remembered how he’d collected it. Heat rushed between her legs once more, and her desire heightened. Frederick reached his hands up to cup Sylvia’s breasts and gently pinched her nipples, causing her to moan loudly. She was so excited by now that every touch set her body on fire.
“Ooh…oh.” She panted, as his hands danced down her lower back, resting on her ass.
“Spank me.” She demanded, catching both Frederick and herself by surprise. Frederick did not hesitate, however, to give Sylvia exactly what she demanded. A split second later, he gave her a rough smack on the ass and she cried out in pleasure. “Again.” She commanded, and again, Frederick obliged. She moaned, and without prompting, Frederick gave her another swat. As she gave her breathy approval, he slipped a hand between her legs and teased his fingers between her folds.
“Oh, god yes.” She breathed, as he stimulated her again. As sensitive as she was, it was practically unbearable.
“God, please, Frederick. Please fuck me.” She pleaded. She didn’t care anymore about who was in control. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded as she begged. Her mission had long gone from her mind. The only things that existed in this moment were her, Frederick, and her agonizing need for him.
Frederick motioned for Sylvia to lay back on the bed, and she eagerly obeyed. He got up, half-standing on his knees, then grabbed her by the thighs, pulling her toward him. She squealed with delight, finding it undeniably sexy that he was taking charge. The instant that Sylvia pleaded with Frederick, his ego went through the roof. To see such an unbelievably gorgeous woman begging him to have sex with her was something he’d dreamed about, but never thought he’d actually experience. He rested her legs on his shoulders and aligned himself with her. As he teased at her entrance with his tip, she felt her anticipation grow.
As much as Frederick wanted her, he wasn’t ready to be done hearing her beg. He knew that once he was inside her, there was no chance he would withdraw until they were both satiated. So, he stopped. Instead, he brushed his tip up and down her folds, drawing a whine of need.
“Please, Frederick.” She whimpered.
“Please what?” He prompted, continuing to tantalize her with the thing she wanted most. He felt like Satan himself for the way he was torturing her, but it felt so damn good to hear the need in her voice. To see it in her eyes.
“Frederick, please. Please fuck me. Make me come.” She pleaded. Frederick let out a low growl before returning to her entrance and plunging himself inside of her.
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Finally.” Sylvia moaned in celebration, practically crying with delight after so much teasing.
“You feel so good.” Frederick moaned back, relaxing after the initial thrust to allow them both an adjustment period. Sylvia closed her eyes peacefully as she felt herself slowly relax and adjust to his girth.
Frederick couldn’t help but think she looked like an angel lying so serenely beneath him. Of course, he could have been biased due to the fact he was buried to the hilt in her, but the moment seemed divine, all the same. Sylvia apparently needed less time to adjust than he figured, as she suddenly grew impatient.
“Please keep going.” She urged. “I need to come, or I’m going to explode.” Frederick laughed.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to explode.” He replied playfully, before beginning to slowly thrust into her.
“Mmm.” She hummed pleasantly in response, resting her hands on his forearms. His own need grew exponentially now that he was inside of her. Now that she had adjusted to his size, he decided to pick up the pace. His thrusts became quicker, and she expressed her approval with a contented moan. Her eyes fluttered open, as she felt the desire to look at the man pleasing her.
“Is this what you wanted?” Frederick asked, watching Sylvia’s expressions change with his rhythms. She nodded, giving an ‘mm-hmm’ that was punctuated by two particularly forceful thrusts.
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.” He said, with a cocky smile. He slowed down his pace, but pounded into her deeply with each thrust. “I said, is this—” thrust “what—” thrust “you wanted?”
“Yes!” Sylvia cried. “Yes!”
“Tell me what you want.” He prompted.
“Make me come.” Sylvia panted. Frederick stopped his thrusts entirely and withdrew himself, eliciting a displeased noise from Sylvia.
“I’m sorry?” Again, he knew he was perhaps teasing a bit too much, but he was enjoying her desire for him.
“Please make me come, Frederick. Please.” She whined, her voice entirely saturated with need. Frederick could no longer hold back his own need for the sake of satisfying his ego. He entered her again, relishing the feeling of her before beginning his thrusting anew. He resumed his slow, deep thrusts from before, and felt the familiar tightening as she contracted around him in pleasure. She looked down and smiled, and he followed her gaze.
“You like watching me fuck you?” He grunted with a thrust, and she nodded.
“Yes.” She answered in a moan. He spread her thighs farther apart to give her a better view.
“Do you like the way I fuck you?”
“Yes.” With each positive answer, he pounded harder into her. The room was filled with their sounds, and it was like a symphony to Frederick’s ears. Each pant and moan from Sylvia was like a song he never wanted to end.
“Fuck.” Sylvia cursed. Frederick knew she must be close now. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gave an amused smirk, as his angel let out curse words like a sailor. He grabbed her by the hips, pulling her into him as he thrust forward.
“Ohgodyes. Frederick. Pleasedon’tstop.” The words jumbled together as they spilled from Sylvia’s lips excitedly.
“What is it, Sylvia?” He teased, but kept his tempo.
“I’mgonnacome. Pleasedon’tstop.”
“I won’t stop.” Frederick promised. “Not until you come for me.”
He kept his promise, continuing a few more thrusts until Sylvia came undone.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Frederick, yes.” She moaned over and over, completely awash in ecstasy. The sound of Sylvia’s orgasm was Frederick’s undoing. He didn’t last much longer than she did, thrusting languidly as he spilled into her with an animalistic groan. After a minute or two of trying to steady his breathing, Frederick pulled out of Sylvia, drawing moans of sensitivity from the both of them. He laid down beside her, pulling her into him with an exhausted, but pleased, sigh. She did not try to fight or argue with him, and allowed herself to become the little spoon. They lay together like this for several minutes in contended silence before Frederick finally spoke up.
“See? I knew it couldn’t be that hard to make you come.” He teased. Sylvia lazily reached back to slap whatever part of him she could reach, before drifting off to a deep, satisfied sleep.
If you love some Doctor Chilton goodness, you best prepare yourself, because my newest fic goes live tonight. 🎉 My Mankiller series continues with Part 5. Make sure you have some water nearby, in case of sudden thirst 💦, and don't read this at work, folks ✋, because it's pretty much 100% pure smut.🔥👌 Who's excited? I know I am. 😍
Hey, guys! Back at it again with the Chilty-man and Mankiller. When we last left Frederick and Sylvia, the two had just finished their date. When Frederick took Sylvia home afterward, she invited him inside, which led passions to run a little hot. But what happens when the heat of the moment has a second to cool? A little bit NSFW? A considerable amount of angst? Let’s find out.
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Thick, strong fingers slid up Sylvia’s thighs, palms grazing across the sensitive flesh quickly, as Frederick moved them toward their intended destination. He pressed them against the fronts of her hips, looking for something to hold onto to keep him grounded to reality as he resumed kissing her. He couldn’t believe this was happening. A real (and gorgeous) woman went on a date him, invited him into her house, and was currently kissing him. Sure, it was highly likely that she was only using him, but who said he couldn’t do the same? Best to make the most out of life, and whatnot. She could have her information, and he could have a night of passionate company. A fair trade, in his eyes.
A small moan rose from Sylvia as Frederick nibbled on her bottom lip. The sound brought his train of thought back onto the rails. Focus, Frederick. He internally scolded himself. Focus on the beautiful woman in front of you. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Don’t waste it overthinking!
“Not that I’m complaining about my predicament,” Sylvia began, “but being pressed up against this door somewhat limits what I can do to excite you.” She smiled slyly as Frederick’s eyes moved upward to meet hers.
“That is true.” He acknowledged, then somewhat begrudgingly took a step back and set Sylvia down onto the ground. He didn’t have long to mourn the separation, though, as Sylvia was nearly immediately pressed against him once more. This time, she had come forward to meet him. Her arms slinked around his neck, crossing at the wrists, and her fingers entwined into his locks.
Their abdomens pressed together with how close she stood, and Frederick became self-conscious of the scar hidden by his designer suit. Could she feel it? If not, what would she think of it when she saw it? Would she be disgusted? He suddenly started to wonder if he’d made the right decision in accepting the alluring invitation into her home. He gripped her wrists and pulled them apart, guiding them back down to her sides. He cleared his throat, but wasn’t sure what to say.
Sorry to be such a tease, but I’ve decided I’m too self-conscious to allow you to see my naked body, despite the fact that what I want more than anything is to bury myself inside of you.
Have y'all ever gotten so sunburnt that your skin blisters? Well, I have! They're weird-but-cool feeling little raised pockets of skin filled with fluid. Your body's way of repairing itself from the second-degree sunburn your dumb ass allowed to damage to your skin. My dumb ass was in the sun for too long while camping over the independence day (US) weekend, and managed to get myself into that painful situation. This got me thinking of how Rafael would respond if he had a fairer-skinned SO, who got significantly sunburnt. So, I put together this HC for all my pasty friends out there.
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Rafael walked in the door to see his love, sitting on the couch. Reading a book while quietly waiting for his return home. He smiled at how you always waited up for him, even though you didn’t have to. He didn’t think anything of the fact that you were wearing a cardigan, as the air conditioning was going and it was almost a bit chilly to his skin.
He also knew you’d gotten quite sunburnt while on a beach trip with your girlfriends the other day--he’d helpfully rubbed aloe over your red, angry skin many times since then. A small act, for which, you were exuberantly appreciative. The burn was so bad you’d called into work the next day because the thought of having to wear clothes all day made you burst into tears. Ever since the burn, you’d been very temperature sensitive.
After leaving his shoes and briefcase by the door, Rafael crossed the room and sunk down next to you on the couch. You looked up from your book momentarily to smile at him, then returned your attention to the page.
“How was your day?” You asked. Rafael gave a non-committal response, which by now, you’d learned meant it was a rough day, but he preferred not to talk about it. Such being the case, you decided to continue your reading. Rafael had missed you especially badly today, and felt the urge to dote on you.
“How’s your burn? Would you like me to rub some aloe on you?” He offered. You smiled again and put down your book.
“Well thank you, amor, but I don’t know if that’ll be necessary. I think my skin has got it covered” Rafael frowned in confusion.
“What do you mean?” He asked. You removed your cardigan, exposing the blistered flesh of your arms.
“See?” You said, for emphasis. “It’s working it out on its own.”
“¿Qué es eso? What’s going on with your arm? Did you go to the doctor? You should really get that checked!” Rafael insisted, voice full of worry. You couldn’t help but laugh at his anxious expression.
“It’s blistering. That happens when you get burnt really badly. It’s a natural process. I mean I wouldn’t recommend getting burnt this badly more than once, if you can avoid it, but...You’ve never seen sun blisters before?”
Judging by the incredulous look on Rafael’s face, he had not.
“Didn’t anyone in your family ever get burnt growing up?” You asked.
“¿En serio? We’re Cuban, amor. I’ve never been burnt in my life.” He scoffs. Now it was your turn to frown.
“Yeah, well we’re not all lucky enough to be caramel, Cuban gods.” You say, rolling your eyes. That response makes Rafael smirk.
“Is that what you think of me?” He teased. “A caramel god?” You felt your cheeks get hot, and not because of the sunburn. Ironically, it was one of the only places that hadn’t gotten even a little pink.
“Maybe.” You conceded, feeling a little too proud to directly admit it after he’d given you such an attitude. He leaned in and gave you a long, slow kiss. It was so sweet, it almost felt like a wordless apology for his cocky response earlier. When you separated, he confirmed your suspicions.
“Lo siento, cariño. Is there anything I can to do help you feel better?” He apologized softly, voice now free of any tone of teasing or smugness.
“You can keep on kissing me.” You smile, appreciating his sweet attention to you.
“Done.” He returns a lopsided smile before leaning in and reclaiming your mouth.
Hey, guys! Back at it again with the Chilty-man and Mankiller. When we last left Frederick and Sylvia, the two had just finished their date. When Frederick took Sylvia home afterward, she invited him inside, which led passions to run a little hot. But what happens when the heat of the moment has a second to cool? A little bit NSFW? A considerable amount of angst? Let’s find out.
Thanks to everyone who supports my writing. It really means a lot. If you like the content I put out, please like, comment, and reblog. It means the world to me to know people enjoy the writing I put so much time into. Love you guys!
tag: @madpanda75
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Thick, strong fingers slid up Sylvia’s thighs, palms grazing across the sensitive flesh quickly, as Frederick moved them toward their intended destination. He pressed them against the fronts of her hips, looking for something to hold onto to keep him grounded to reality as he resumed kissing her. He couldn’t believe this was happening. A real (and gorgeous) woman went on a date him, invited him into her house, and was currently kissing him. Sure, it was highly likely that she was only using him, but who said he couldn’t do the same? Best to make the most out of life, and whatnot. She could have her information, and he could have a night of passionate company. A fair trade, in his eyes.
A small moan rose from Sylvia as Frederick nibbled on her bottom lip. The sound brought his train of thought back onto the rails. Focus, Frederick. He internally scolded himself. Focus on the beautiful woman in front of you. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Don’t waste it overthinking!
“Not that I’m complaining about my predicament,” Sylvia began, “but being pressed up against this door somewhat limits what I can do to excite you.” She smiled slyly as Frederick’s eyes moved upward to meet hers.
“That is true.” He acknowledged, then somewhat begrudgingly took a step back and set Sylvia down onto the ground. He didn’t have long to mourn the separation, though, as Sylvia was nearly immediately pressed against him once more. This time, she had come forward to meet him. Her arms slinked around his neck, crossing at the wrists, and her fingers entwined into his locks.
Their abdomens pressed together with how close she stood, and Frederick became self-conscious of the scar hidden by his designer suit. Could she feel it? If not, what would she think of it when she saw it? Would she be disgusted? He suddenly started to wonder if he’d made the right decision in accepting the alluring invitation into her home. He gripped her wrists and pulled them apart, guiding them back down to her sides. He cleared his throat, but wasn’t sure what to say.
Sorry to be such a tease, but I’ve decided I’m too self-conscious to allow you to see my naked body, despite the fact that what I want more than anything is to bury myself inside of you.
Yeah, that’d go over real well.
Sylvia seemed to sense his hesitation and decided to combat it with boldness on her part. Abruptly, she reached back and unzipped her dress, then gave a shimmy to slide it down her body. Frederick watched in awe as the fabric slid further and further down until landing in a heap on the floor, at which point, Sylvia stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. Now wearing only a bra, panties, and her best heels, this act had left her looking like a scene straight out of one of Frederick’s most euphoric dreams.
Quite positive that he had never been this turned on in his life, Frederick found that his words caught in his throat, and he couldn’t say a thing to express his excitement. Luckily for him, the bulge in his pants was explanation enough to Sylvia, who smirked. She was enjoying the way she turned him on. She regained her position from before. This time, she slid a hand down as the other rested on his hip.
“So what is it you’re self-conscious about, Frederick?” She asked, as the one hand began slowly massaging the front of his trousers. He laughed nervously.
“I’m not sure what you mean.” He lied. Judging by the look on her face, there was no chance she believed him.
“A minute ago, you were pressing me up against that door all hot and heavy, and now you’re shying away from my touch.” She said, glancing from his face, down to her hands, and back. It wasn’t exactly as if he could hide it now, so Frederick decided the direct approach was probably best.
“I, uh. Have a scar.” He began tentatively.
“Is that it?” Sylvia asked, quirking a skeptical eyebrow as if that were the silliest thing she’d ever heard.
“It’s large, and hideous.” He continued. “And I must confess, ever since the incident that gave rise to this scar, I haven’t had the confidence to pursue a sexual relationship with a woman.” He froze, then squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to divulge that last bit, but something about the look in Sylvia’s eyes made him speak anxiously, without thinking, until he’d said too much.
Great. Now I’ve just admitted to being embarrassingly celibate. As if she didn’t have enough reasons to pity me.
“Where is it?” Sylvia asked quietly. The gentleness of her voice made him open his eyes to look at her; he had to know what she was thinking. Her expression was difficult for Frederick to read, and he opened and closed his mouth silently a time or two before answering.
“Stomach.” He managed to mutter. Sylvia silently began to undress him. Undoing and removing his jacket and vest before reaching his button-down shirt. The calm, methodical way she undid one button at a time ramped up Frederick’s anxiety. With each button freed, he could feel the pace of his heart quicken, until—
She reached the final button, then dropped her hands and gave him a lopsided grin.
“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” She teased, making a motion that indicated he should shrug off his now-unbuttoned shirt. He did so obediently, though reluctantly, and feeling a bit confused by her use of the common expression. He supposed she just meant that if he got naked, so would she.
He felt the conditioned air in her living room hit the now-bare flesh. His hideous scar now on display to the most beautiful and perfect woman he had ever seen, he could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He avoided her gaze for fear that it would show disappointment, or worse, disgust.
The sensation of her soft fingertips grazed the scarred, damaged flesh of his wound, and he knew that now, she had definitely seen it. It wasn’t exactly as though she could miss it. He knew that she would see it eventually; that didn’t stop Frederick from wishing he could make it disappear entirely. Along with the horrifying experience that had caused it.
“That’s not so bad, actually.” Sylvia announced nonchalantly. Frederick opened his eyes apprehensively, not sure of what he’d see reflected in hers. What he saw, and felt, was that she was continuing to rub the spot gently, with her eyes intent, visually appraising the damage as if she were inspecting her vehicle’s bumper after a fender-bender. He was shocked to find no disgust or repulsion, as he had with others who’d seen his scar.
Stepping away, Sylvia removed her hands from Frederick, and slipped them behind her back without a sound. With adroit fingers, she swiftly unhooked the clasps of her bra and it loosened visibly. In honesty, Frederick shouldn’t have been surprised, with how she had been trying (very successfully) to seduce him up until this point—but he couldn’t help marveling at the fact that she was still willing to keep moving forward with this. How had he ever gotten so lucky as to cross paths with this woman?
Sylvia pulled at the strap, loosing herself from her underwire prison and letting the garment drop to the floor, just as her dress had. She felt the cold on her exposed breasts and nearly shivered. Goosebumps rose up on her arms, but she pretended not to notice.
I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.
Frederick’s gaze fell firmly in the middle of her cleavage, at a rather angry slice of skin, and now he understood.
It was a somewhat short scar—probably only two or three inches in length—but it was thick, with a couple faint, zig-zagging marks around it, undoubtedly left by stitches. He wondered what could possibly have possibly happened to her to have caused a scar like that. His first thought was a surgery of some sort, but with the sloppiness of the stitches, her surgeon would have had to be even worse than himself in his short tenure in the world of surgery. His brow furrowed in thought, and his eyes narrowed, focused on this point of curiosity.
Sylvia wasn’t exactly sure she’d ever felt self-conscious about her body until this moment. Why was he staring like that?
“So.” She said, eager to break the silence between them. This seemed to snap Frederick out of his reverie, thankfully, and his eyes met Sylvia’s. She felt encouraged by this, regaining some of her usual confidence. She drew closer to Frederick. So close their lips nearly brushed. Then, she spoke again. “What are you going to do now?”
Hello, lovelies! Tonight I'll be uploading a new chapter of the Mankiller series fic, starring Dr. Frederick Chilton and my OC, Sylvia. Anyone else excited? I know I am!
If anyone wants to be added to a tag list for any of my fics, let me know! Also working on a super exciting part two for a certain one shot fic which was very popular and had a lot of requests for more. Once again, I want to apologize for how much dead air has been on my blog in recent months. I've been going through a bit of a tough time personally, but now I am back and looking forward to writing some awesome new content! ❤
I saw a specialist and was told I have a corneal abrasion. It almost healed, then basically, my eye got really dry and the healed cells tore off on the inside of my eyelid, making it worse. I'm currently on the mend!
Sorry for the delays in posting new content, guys. Ya girl is dealing with some serious vision issues in one eye and can't tolerate much screen time because of it. Still in the process of getting the issue diagnosed, as my primary care physician was unable to determine the cause of the issue. As such, I haven't been able to effectively treat the symptoms and light sensitivity is causing me extreme pain. Seeing an eye doctor today and hoping I can figure out the issue. But until then, I apologize. Thoughts and prayers appreciated. Anything to do with my vision makes me nervous.
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