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warnings: oral (afab receiving), fluff and feels (be warned)
words: 2.9k
a/n: this comes from a request from my lovely bestie @flightlessangelwings. it uh... well it got away from me a bit and therefore is a full fic. talk about coming back to tumblr fanfic writing with a vengence. sorry not sorry.
The storm outside was loud. So loud that every boom of thunder felt like it was shaking your entire house. You held your cat on your lap while on the couch, curled up with your favorite blanket, and the television turned on to the romance movie you had started earlier in the week. The plus side to working for the small town bar was that your boss, your best friend, didnât force you to come in during storms.
The unexpected night off meant you got comfy in a large oversized t-shirt and soft cotton sleep shorts. Which was the call for the blanket as the temperature outside cooled down more than you were expecting. Your calico Ellie also helped keep you warm as she purred on your lap.
The lights flickered, but nothing else seemed affected, so you ignored it and returned to watching the movie. After months of built-up flirting, the male protagonist had just gotten the nerve to kiss the female protagonist. His hand on her chin made goosebumps rise along your skin. You were hopelessly romantic and loved all those movies and seeing the characters kiss for the first time. It was electric, and you always dreamed of having that for yourself.
The lights flickered three more times in rapid succession before everything went dark. Even though your heart rate elevated with anxiety, you managed a breath before muttering, âDamn it,â and getting up from your comfortable spot. Ellie gave a soft chirping meow to let you know that she didnât like being moved, but she managed to get to the other end of the couch and curl back up to sleep. You shook your head at her before heading to the kitchen. In one of the drawers, you dug through the piles of receipts and take-out menus, rubber bands, and scotch tape until you found the little purple sparkly flashlight.
Just as you pull it out to turn it on, a loud knock at your door makes you jumpâyour heart races as you try to steady your breathing. You get the flashlight turned on just before you reach your front door. You peeked out the top window from your tiptoes just enough to see the top of a head covered in onyx-colored curls. You opened the door to find Santiago, your neighbor, soaked to the bone and panting.
âSanti,â you sighed as you lowered the flashlight and stepped back to allow him inside. His head is lowered as he steps in but remains on the indoor welcome mat, seemingly trying not to drip water all over your hardwood floor. You closed the door, rushed to the oven to grab the hand towel, and handed it to him. He offered a soft âthanksâ while drying his face and arms.
âWell, I see youâre out of power too,â Santi mentions as he stands up straighter and looks around your living room with a soft chuckle, then back to you.
âJust lost it. Interrupted my movie too,â you offer with a soft laugh; turning off the flashlight as the moon glows from outside is enough to see Santi as you converse.
After an awkward silence, Santi hands the now-damp towel back to you, and you put it on the counter beside you.
âDidnât know if you and Ellie needed anything,â he finally spoke after clearing his throat. His brows lifted as he looked at you. Even in the dark, there was no denying how handsome Santi was. Add in how wonderful of a neighbor he had been over the last year since you moved in, and he was pretty accurately the perfect man.
He had helped change the spark plugs in your car, repaired the front gutter, helped build your back deck, and replaced the upstairs bathâs faucet. All for free. He never asked for anything in return except for some free pastries when heâd stop by your bakery. You couldnât say no. His sweet tooth was like no other, and for the rugged man he appeared to be, knowing he had a soft spot for your cupcakes and brownies made you just that little bit mushier.
âItâs fine. Weâve survived worse,â you commented, a wry laugh being pulled from you. The words and meanings were heavier than you intended them to be. Santi seemed to catch on as he stared after you, watching you move further into the kitchen.
âDid you want some water?â you offered as you reached into the cupboard for two glasses. The fridge, thankfully, still worked for a few minutes after a power outage. You knew it would eventually run out of the reserved energy to keep things cold, but at least you had the water jug in there.
âSure,â Santi answered, wiping his feet before venturing toward you over at the sink. But as he waited, he did so very close to the side of the fridge. You turned after filling the first glass and bumped into him with your elbow, causing the cold water to splash onto you, eliciting a shriek.
âOh! Shit, Iâm so sorry,â Santi started apologizing and immediately grabbed the towel from the counter you had let him use. He started patting you down with it, but the dampness of the towel from his usage and the cold water already absorbing into your shirt caused you to shiver and shake your head. You set the glass on the counter by the fridge and mumbled to him that you were okay. He handed you the towel but stood dumbfounded as he watched you.
âAre you sure? Can I get you something else? Where are your other towels?â he asked rapidly before hurrying around the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets to find something else to dry you off.
âSanti,â you said with a laugh. âIâm good. Let me get changed. Help yourself to the water, though. Iâll be right back.â
You disappeared around the corner and down the hall. Stripping off the T-shirt once in your bedroom, you opened your wardrobe to find... nothing else in the comfort level to be worn. Your dirty laundry was still in the washer in the basement, and you hadnât switched it over to the dryer before the storm. You mentally and physically facepalmed. âGreat,â you muttered before closing the drawer and moving to your closet. It wasnât exactly ideal, but it would have to do.
Walking back out toward the kitchen, fiddling with the buttons on your exâs dress shirt, you didnât notice Santi had moved, and you ran head-first into his solid chest. âWhoa,â he laughed, his arms coming out to steady your shoulders. His hands were warm on your cold skin, even through the shirt's material.
You swallowed thickly as you looked up at him. The moment was fleeting, but it was there, and you swore you saw the sparkle in his deep brown eyes. But perhaps that was just the lights flickering back on. You heard all the machines in your kitchen turn on, and it must have cleared Santiâs mind because he, too, backed away and cleared his throat.
âWell, look at that,â he said and nodded slowly, looking around to see everything turn back on - including the television. The movie must have paused when the power went out because it picked right back up where it had left off. The two main characters were getting into their kissing, and the music was swelling, indicating which direction things were going in.
âOh!â you shouted as the moans from the actors started to fill the room and romantic close-ups of their bodies began to show on the screen. You practically fumbled and ran from Santi to find the remote. The moaning and panting got louder, and you swore the remote was on the couch. You bent in strange ways, trying to see it, lifting the blanket from where it had crumpled, and felt your heart racing faster and faster with each passing moment.
Santi looked on, bemused, a smirk on his lips, taking a mental note of what kind of movies you enjoyed. Was it because he wanted to know you a bit better? Yes. Was it also because the noises from the tv sounded erotic and affected him? Also yes. And how you bent over at one certain angle, perhaps giving him the slightest hint of the bottom of your backside? Absolutely yes.
He walked over after you seemed to be failing at locating the remote. âCan I help?â he asked, standing closer to the tv, the actors getting into the steamy sex scene now. You could barely hear him over the thumping in your ears from your heart. Where the fuck did that little remote go, and why was there so much moaning on the television now?
You turned and saw Santi watching the tv as the sex scene played. It was rather raunchy for being a romance film, but it was steamy and sexy, and you swallowed thickly. You cleared your throat, staring at how Santi watched the scene play out.
âWhat movie is this?â he asked before facing you and noticing you staring at him.
Caught off guard, you stumbled through an answer. âOh, uh, itâs just some romance movie based on a book series.â Vague, yes. Keep it vague.
Santiâs smirk took over, and your knees would buckle if it were a romance movie like the one on your screen. He was so ruggedly handsome, and you were brought back to just a few minutes before when his hands were on you. The feeling had this moment of staring at each other, turning you into a puddle. Especially as Santi moved away from the tv and toward you, his head cocked to one side, seemingly studying you.
âDo you like romance novels? And movies?â
There was no judgment, no mocking in his tone. He was genuinely asking. You quickly ran through the scenarios of what a yes answer and a denying no answer could look like. You opted for honesty. After all, other than your crush on him, your neighborly friendship with him had always been honest and straightforward.
You nodded as he moved closer and now stood directly before you. His nod was much slower than yours, thoughtful, and you noticed all of the stubble along his jaw. That hadnât been there the last time you had seen him. But it suited him. His hand gently came up in front of your chest but paused, his eyes searching yours. Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and back as your head gently nodded.
His rough, calloused hand ghosted in front of your chest and to your jawline. The contrast of the feel of his hand against your jaw and your skin caused both of you to take shuddering breaths in. âSo you enjoy the idea of being kissed⊠softly?â Santi asked, his soft, graveling tone sending a shiver down your body.
Your heart felt like it had jumped into your throat, making words hard to come out. Instead, you nodded and breathed in, holding it. Your gaze on Santi was soft but begging him to move even closer. You had wanted to feel his kiss for so long, but you didnât know that he even had an inkling of romantic feelings toward you.
âMay I?â
The question surprised you. Santi didnât seem the type to ask. You had seen him with women at the neighborhood picnics and gatherings. He always seemed so in control and cocky. The first time you officially introduced yourself to him, his smirk nearly made you hate him because he looked so full of himself.
But it was becoming more apparent that that was a facade, and with that, you nodded and mumbled a soft âpleaseâ in answer. His look was pure contentment as he leaned in, his hand sliding over to hold your chin and lifting it ever so slightly. He leaned in, his lips nearly at yours before he spoke, causing you to whimper.
âIâve wanted to kiss you for six months.â
You blinked and looked up at him. Your face did a slight double take, blinking harder.
âWhat?â
âI came over to help you fix more stuff because I had this ridiculous fantasy of coming over sometime and finding you half-dressed. Iâd take you on the couch and devour you, tasting all of you. Like some romance movie,â he admitted, and your entire body became alight with lust. You couldnât even stop your hands as they lifted to his fitted t-shirt and gripped the front of it, pulling him to you so that his lips had no choice but to land on yours.
The groans he let out let you know that you had done something right in taking the first move. His free hand slid down the side of your body to your hip, where his rough fingertips dug into your flesh, crumpling the shirt. You took a step back, tugging him with you until your knees buckled at the couch, and you both landed, Santiâs knee on the left side of you on the sofa.
Your hands moved up to his face, cupping his scruffed jaw. His lips chased yours, but you had other plans as you held his face and moved your lips along his cheek and to the soft spot behind his ear. Your tongue played against it, licking him before moving to his jugular. His hand on your chin slid down to cup your breast through the shirt, and you moaned, arching your back into his touch.
âOh, thatâs what you like, hm?â he breathed out, moving his face down to echo the licking and nibbling at your neck that you had just done to him. His smirk could be felt against your skin as you mewled in pleasure.
Hands moved all over; mouths continued to explore the upper parts of your bodies until they were reunited again in a heavier, hotter, more passionate kiss. Santiâs hand trailed down your body to between your legs, where he found your moist center. He groaned, his thumb pressing gently against the sensitive button that had your hips wildly thrusting toward him. His hand continued to move but in such a teasing manner that it was starting to frustrate you. Just having his body on yours was better than anything, but having his hand at your most needed part was already better than all your nights with your toys.
His mouth ventured down, suckling at your breast through the shirt, moistening it before moving down until he was on his knees on the floor in front of the couch and you. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the oversized shirt out of his way. He leaned in, kissing up one thigh, then, when he barely reached your apex, his mouth moved to the other, starting the trail north.
âGod, Santi, please,â you murmured, a mumble. Your brain was working on overdrive that this man would do this to live out the fantasy he had admitted to you.
His hands worked down your shorts and panties in one fell swoop. A master at undressing you already. Either that, or you were just that needy and desperate. He leaned in the moment he saw the glistening of your sex. His tongue swiping along your slit, bottom to top, your hands nestled into his curls.
âSanti.â You breathed out his name in pants and moans, and he was done for. His mouth closed over your warm cunt, lapping at you before stiffening his tongue and pressing into you. The curl of the muscle of his tongue pushing into you had your breath catching in your throat. His mouth was magic, and you were sure to come undone quickly.
But just as your peak nearly hit, your hips pressing up against his face, he pulled back, his hands pushing your hips back down. âOh, baby. Not yet. I want to see you crumble and hear you scream, but I want to keep tastinâ you. I want to know that Iâm making you shudder and shiver from pleasure. Okay?â
You whine, but if the last few minutes were any indication, Santi had no plans to leave the space between your legs soon. His tongue gently licked at you, to which you shuddered from sensitivity. His hands worked in slow circles on your thighs, and when his mouth wasnât against you, his eyes were studying his fingers played gently against your clit, watching the way you would tense and clench around nothing.
And you were right. Three orgasms from his lips and mouth alone later, Santi finally comes up for air, his scruff glistening with your wetness. You reach out for him and pull his head up to you so that you can lean forward and capture his lips against yours. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue and in his mouth as you deepen the kiss.
When you broke the kiss, Santi leaned his forehead against yours to catch his breath. âI.. am not done with you,â he grinned as he kissed you chastely and pulled back. Showing you the wicked grin on his lips and the devilish glint in his dark eyes. You laughed and shook your head.
âYou really shouldnât wait six months to kiss me next time,â you quipped. His chuckle seemed to rumble deep into his chest.
âOh, so youâre sassy too, huh?â he laughed as his hands gently tickled your sides before sliding one up to hold your chin again to you could look directly into his eyes.
âIâm never waiting to kiss you ever again. Ever,â he told you sternly, the laughter dying off as his lips retook yours in a soft, gentle, but firm kiss.
warnings: filthy, filthy smut, public sex, bathroom stall sex, oral (m receiving), one "good girl"
words: 1.3k
a/n: we're just gonna go with it today. a thot was sparked from this gif, and here i am being a whore on main about one mr. castle. please enjoy.
You caught a glimpse of Frank from your place at the bar. Your hood was pulled up over your head to try to conceal your face so when you risked looking at the door when it opened, you knew there was a strong possibility that he had already eyed you.
You turned your head back down towards your drink and tried to steady your breathing. This game of cat and mouse with the vigilante had always been these close calls. But you could always escape somehow, and some part of you felt like Frank was letting you win.
You shifted in your seat when you felt someone come over to lean against the bar beside you. Your eyes turned to the side without moving your head, and you saw the scabbed and scarred hands that you knew all too well. You swallowed hard and moved your gaze back to your drink, your thumbs just running along the condensation of the glass.
"Rum and coke, please," his voice grumbled towards the bartender. You tried to make as little noise as possible as you turned in the opposite direction to take a long sip from your glass. You hoped Frank wouldn't notice you but even if his gaze didn't falter from the back of the bar, he was keeping note of your movements.
"You sure you're not sweating with that hoodie on?" he asked, and you had to stop yourself from choking down the liquid. You lifted your gaze and noticed the mirror on the bar's back wall, where Frank's eyes were trained on your face.
Fuck.
You cleared your throat quietly and nodded. "I-I'm fine. I gotta just-" you stammered before quickly pushing your stool out and hurrying your way towards the back hall where the bathrooms were. You made it to the woman's room and closed the door quickly behind you.
You leaned against the door, feeling how hard your heart was thumping in your chest. You pressed a hand to the middle of your sternum to try to calm it, but it wasn't working. Especially not when the door was suddenly jolted open, causing you to stumble forward.
You caught yourself on the sink and tried to straighten up when you heard the door slam shut and the lock click. You lifted your gaze to the mirror and gasped at the sight of Frank standing behind you.
"You're not getting away this time," he growled as his hand reached around and wrapped itself around your throat. You gasped for air as his grip tightened just right so that he could guide you. Your body had no choice but to obey as your hands came up to cover his.
"Fr-Frank," you sputtered as Frank growled and moved your body into the largest stall, which still wasn't that large. Just wide enough for the two of you to stand face to face in it. The door of it swung close, and Frank reached back with his free hand to lock it.
He moved his face into your space, his lips mere millimeters from yours. "You're not getting away this time, kitten," he growled, the smirk on his face evident of the triumph that he was feeling. He had finally cornered you.
But you echoed your smirk back to him. "I thought I was the mouse and you were the cat," you retorted, your tongue sticking out playfully, almost licking his lips. But this bratty playful side of you only earned a growl from the large man as he held your throat and crashed his lips into yours.
Your moans were needy as you tasted him, and the roughness of the kiss sent chills through your body. Your hands were clawing at him as he kissed you deeper, his tongue roughly opening your mouth to tangle with your own.
He pulled back, and you whined, thinking you'd get some reprieve, but Frank wasn't done. He knew what you needed. Before you could open your mouth for some smart-ass remark, Frank was undoing his belt with his free while the hand around your neck moved up so that his thumb was shoved between your lips.
You encircled the digit and sucked hard on it. He groaned as the metallic clink of his belt and pants falling on the floor echoed in the small space. Frank grabbed hold of his nearly hard erection and fucked his fist for a moment before pressing down on your tongue with this thumb to signal for you to drop down.
He backed into the stall door to give you room as you obeyed his silent command and dropped down to your knees. Your ass hit the toilet on the way down, causing you to groan a bit in pain, but you'd ignore that in favor of giving Frank was he wanted.
Your mouth was on him when your head was at the right level. You took him all the way to hilt in a slow drag. His head fell back against the stall door, the echo reverberating down your body as he groaned.
His hand was finally free from around your throat from when you had slid down, so instead, he grabbed a fistful of your hair to hold the back of your head and press your throat down against him, trapping you there.
"Fuck, you feel so good. So warm. So wet," he murmured as he held you down until he heard you start to gag around his sizeable cock. He finally freed you so you could pull off and cough, but when you looked up at him, the tip of his cock still in your mouth, he moaned loudly.
"Look at you. Thought you'd get away this time," his laugh was almost a scoff. As if he would never believe you to get away again even though you had many times before. You let your tongue lay against the underside of his cock as you moved your head once more and started to bob up and down the shaft.
His laugh was cut short and turned into a groan again. His hips stuttered until they could match your rhythm, Frank fucking your mouth until your saliva and his precum were dribbling down your chin.
Frank muttered praises and affirmations as you continued your rhythm, moaning around him.
"Fuck!"
"Oh, what a good fucking girl you are."
"I knew you were good."
"Fuck, look at you takin' my cock."
A few more moments passed of you greedily sucking him off, your tongue teasing the small hole in the tip a few times before resuming the hollowing of your cheeks. Frank groaned louder, his breath stuttering as he panted and warned you that he was about to cum, which only encouraged you to suck him faster and harder.
Frank shoved his hips forward with a loud groan, his cock going into your throat as his warm seed painted your mouth and throat. It was so much that you almost gagged, but you swallowed down what you could, only a little of the cum spilling out the corners of your mouth.
When you pulled off and looked up at him, Frank looked down and grinned wickedly as his thumb came to swipe the dribbled cum from the corners of your mouth. His thumb ran along your lower lip to encourage you to clean him off, and you did without question.
You struggled to stand up in the small space, but you finally did, and when you did, Franks' hands came to either side of your face and held you firmly as he pressed his lips to yours. He groaned at the taste of himself on your lips before pulling back, resting his forehead against yours.
He finally pulled back, unlocked the door, and waddled out of the stall to put himself back together, zipping his pants and buckling his belt. You straightened out your face and adjusted your sweatshirt.
He looked to you with a softness that was such a change from the dominating man that had just fucked your mouth in the bathroom stall of a dingy bar. He moved towards you, his hands outstretched to hold your face again.
"Same time next week?" he asked softly, his thumbs running gently along your jaw and cheeks. You laughed quietly as you nodded.
"Yes," you answered as he kissed your lips softly again.
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Pairing: Farmer!Shane Walsh x Fem!Plus Size!Reader
Word Count:Â 2,639
Rating: Overall: Explicit. This Chapter: PG
Warnings:Â None
Notes:Â Yes! There's more! Finally! I don't know how many folks have been waiting on this but I'm excited to put it out into the world to keep the series going. Let me know what you think!
The look Jon had as Sam Rossi in Sweet Virginia is more of what I envision Shane looking like in these first few chapters so thatâs why heâs the gif on this chapter.
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Two days went by and you were trying your best to avoid any super close contact with Shane. Towing your car had made you uneasy in not knowing if his proximity was to just do what he needed or if he just wanted to find a reason to be closer to you. You couldnât get a read on him and most mornings when youâd wake up, heâd be long gone out in the fields somewhere and your breakfast would be waiting with a note on how best to reheat it.
You scrolled through your phone, trying to find any signal you could as you wandered a bit around the house. You were sure there would be a full-on manhunt for you if you didnât start checking your messages and social media soon.
You rounded the hall and got two steps up, holding your phone out over the railing and suddenly your phone started buzzing and lighting up over and over again. âHoly shit,â you muttered to yourself as the flood of messages and notifications popped up on your screen.
You held your breath as you waited for your phone to finally quiet down. The first thing you did was carefully type a message to your friend group chat. You let them know that you were alive and safe and that your car had broken down.
The responses were a mix of âabout timeâ and âoh thank fucking god youâre okayâ along with questions of whether or not you were going to make it in time for the cruise. Your teeth gnawed at your lower lip when you answered it was unlikely and that they should just ask for a refund for your ticket.
They were understandably sad that you wouldnât be able to make it but they wanted to be sure that you were good, money and health-wise. You didnât definitively tell them that you were staying at a hot farmerâs house but just that you were indeed good.
âFound the magic spot, huh?â Shane asked with a soft chuckle as he came out of the kitchen into the foyer. You jumped at the sound of his voice breaking your concentration on your phone before giving him a soft smile and laugh in return.
âHad to let people know I wasnât dead.â He laughed at that response.
âThatâs fair,â he shrugged with a nod in your phoneâs direction. âSeems youâre popular though,â he mentioned as he scooted behind you on the stairs. âCanât say I blame âem,â he added closer to your ear as he went up the stairs and away from you.
Your heart was beating erratically and you nearly let out a small quiet scream of sexual frustration when he called your name back down the stairs. You looked up to see him leaning over the top rail. âYou wanna join me for an adventure today since we canât do nothinâ about your car yet?â
Your brows raised in curiosity. âAn adventure?â you questioned and he laughed and nodded.
âThatâs what I said. Get yourself ready and Iâll meet you out by the truck in ten,â he added quickly with a wink before disappearing into his bedroom. You heard the door click shut and you let out a breath you did not know you were holding and realized that you really did need to get changed.
You clicked the button to lock your phone and hurried up the stairs to the bedroom you were staying in. You got changed into a cute romper that hung off your shoulders just enough to show a peek of your shoulder tattoo. You put a cute bandana-looking headband over your hair and decided in the mirror that the headband was just a bit too much.
You put some simple gold earrings into your ears and did one last check of yourself before leaving the bedroom. You turned around after shutting the door and bumped right into Shane. Again.
You both let out a soft sound at the sudden intrusion of space but when you lifted your head to apologize to Shane, his hands were already on your arms, gently squeezing them. He flashed a smile before chuckling. âWe gotta stop bumping into each other like this,â he said softly, his voice fading as his eyes flickered from yours to your lips slowly and back.
You held your breath, anticipating something, anything to happen. It felt like he was leaning in closer but you noticed that it was in fact just the floorboards making you lean a little bit. Suddenly, Shane cleared his throat and pulled away from your arms as if you were suddenly as hot as fire.
âWe-um, we should get going,â he said, turning with a frazzled look on his face. He walked away and down the stairs. You watched him go, trying to gather your thoughts to be sensible. He was just checking on you after bumping into him. Again.
There was nothing more there and you shouldnât be talking yourself into thinking thereâs more. You had to remind yourself that this situation was temporary, just until the car parts came in and he could fix your car. Then youâd be on your way once more, only to forget and be forgotten by Shane.
You got into his truck, this time without the help of the little stool and Shane had to admit to himself that he was impressed. He couldnât help the way he stared as your body moved and slid into the truck as if you were an old pro. The small little proud grin that crossed his lips was unintentional and Shane realized that maybe, just maybe, his cousin had been right when she told him that he was just lonely.
Shane chose not to dwell on it as you buckled and he turned the key into the ignition. You opened your mouth a few times as he took off in the opposite direction of where your car had been stuck. You wanted to form just words to make small talk and ask where you were headed but your nerves were still getting the better of you.
You turned to look at Shane and he must have seen the movement out of the corner of his eye because he spoke without you asking anything out loud. âFarmerâs Market,â he said as he rolled to a stop at a stop sign and looked over at you. He flashed a smile. âFigured since youâre here for a bit, we could pick up some food you might want to eat,â he offered before checking the traffic and deeming it safe to roll through and turn onto another road.
âOh,â you responded with a bit of surprise in your voice. âThat- thatâs a very nice idea,â you told him and donned a smile yourself. You watched as Shane chewed his lower lip a bit before propping his elbow onto the windowsill of the truck door. You watched as his forearm flexed as he scratched his nose and the way his veins popped out just a little when he flexed his hand before replacing it back onto the steering wheel to join the other.
After a few more turns and minutes passing by, Shane pulled the truck into what looked like a big field filled with other cars. Just to the side, you could see all the stalls with tents and coverings. You felt yourself get a bit more excited at maybe trying some new things and possibly offering to cook for Shane one night instead of him always cooking.
You both got out of the truck after he parked and cut the engine, Shane coming to your side to hold the door open for you. You let him hold your hand as you slid and stepped out but after he closed the door behind you, he didnât let go of your hand.
You shifted your weight and looked at him. âIâm sorry if things got awkward back there at the house, you know,â Shane said, slowly lifting your hand. âI just got a bit⊠flustered is all since we seem to keep bumping into each other and I wanted to make sure-â
You cut him off by squeezing his hand. âEverything is fine Shane. Your hospitality has meant so much to me,â you told him earnestly, a warm smile on your face. Shane scrunched his face a bit before echoing the smile and finally releasing your hand and the two of you walked over to the stalls.
You were overwhelmed with the beauty of the flowers from the first stand. They looked and smelled so beautiful that you found yourself wanting to take a small vase of them home with you. But you refrained for now since you were here for food to eat. So instead, you continued wandering, smiling at the sellers and farmers and making general small talk as if you had been in town for years.
Shane stood a bit back, letting you take the lead on which stalls to stop at, but he was watching you. He watched the way your eyes lit up and the way the corners of your mouth quirked up every time you made to speak to the other farmers. He felt a little leap in his chest at just how well you seemed to fit in. He didnât want to deny his attraction to you but he couldnât risk getting too attached since you were only there for a few more days until those car parts came in.
âShane!â a womanâs voice called from just across the way at some jewelry tent. She moved around the table and out into the open. You and Shane had both turned to watch her and you watched as she moved over to Shane and wrapped her arm around his neck to pull him in for cheek kisses.
You felt your stomach sink at watching the way Shane smiled at her. âDiana. How are ya?â he asked the woman, who flipped her hair over her shoulder flirtatiously. You had to pry your eyes away because you felt what you considered an irrational response of crying coming on.
Shane wasnât yours. He never would be. Thatâs not what this was and you knew that. So instead you turned and busied yourself by looking through the basket that held a bunch of seed packets. Your mind was racing on who this woman was and how she knew Shane. Though you guessed that she was probably some sort of ex-girlfriend based on how friendly she seemed to be with him.
âHavenât seen you around for a few months,â Diana stated and let out a soft giggle as she gently touched Shaneâs arm. âThough it looks like youâve kept busy on that farm.â Her tone held every inch of flirtation and you could feel your face heating up.
âYeah,â Shane said simply, looking to Diana before letting his gaze lift to you. âItâs good to see you Diana but uh- Iâm actually here with a guest,â he told her, motioning with his hand in your direction.
âOh. I see,â Diana said with a slightly more bitter tone. âI hope you stop by my tent then to buy your friend here something pretty.â You turned to see her glare at you a moment before turning to walk away back towards her own area. You swallowed hard but Shane came over and placed a hand gently on your arm.
âYou okay?â he asked, noticing the stressed look on your features. You took a deep breath in and quickly nodded.
âFine,â you told him, holding up some seed packets. âI, uh, I figured these kinds of flowers might be fun for me to try planting back at my house,â you lied, feigning a smile. Shaneâs brows knit together in doubt but he opted to try to shrug it off.
âYouâll love those,â he told you with a smile as he took them from your hand and paid the farmer whose stand it was. It took you a second to realize what had just happened but when Shane handed you back the flower packets in a little plastic shopping bag, you shyly chuckled.
Shane moved next to you as the two of you walked along the path and rounded a corner to see some other vegetable stands. You were sorting through some avocados when you heard snickering and scoffing from a few tents away. You only moved your eyes to see out of the corner that Diana and some other women were looking in your direction and pointing.
Your breath quickened with nerves and rage building up low in your stomach before you quickly turned to Shane. âLetâs just go,â you told him curtly and turned to walk away. But Shane grabbed your arm and turned you back towards him.
âHey,â his voice soft. âWhatâs going on?â he asked but before you could answer, Shane heard the voices to his right and turned his head slightly to also see Diana and her crew talking about Shane and yourself. You watched him grind his teeth a bit before looking to you with an earnest look in his eyes.
In a flash, Shaneâs lips were pressed to yours. You gasped quietly the moment he made contact but youâd be absolutely fooling yourself to think you hadnât wanted this to happen. Shane moved one hand up to the side of your face where his thumb ran gently along your jawline and the other hand slid onto your hip to pull you closer to him.
Your own hands held onto him wherever you could until they landed on his forearms to hold steady as Shane kissed you deeper. But when he pulled back and opened his eyes slowly to look at you, you didnât even hear the gasps from the women in the other tent. The only sounds you could hear were the whooshing of your heart in your ears and your labored breathing.
âWow,â you whispered in disbelief as Shane swallowed a large lump in his throat.
âSorry, I just- I canât stand Diana and her little crew talking bad about you,â he told you, his eyes bouncing between yours and down to your lips.Â
âItâs okay.â
âReady to go back?âÂ
You nodded in response.
âLetâs get these peppers and maybe do a walk by that jewelry tent.â
Shaneâs grin proved absolutely wicked as he chuckled and you couldnât help the laugh that came bursting forth out of you.
By the time the two of you left the market, you were both feeling a bit less awkward about that morning. Shane took the bags from you, placed them into the bed of the truck, and drove you home.
Even though the conversation on the drive was lighthearted, you couldnât help your overabundance of giggles and the feeling flush at his comments. He was cracking jokes and becoming super comfortable around you.
When you got back, he made dinner for you using the ingredients you had picked out combined with some he still had in his fridge. It was, of course, absolutely delicious and you devoured your plate before asking for seconds which Shane happily served you.
After dinner, the two of you took a walk around the property so you could properly meet all of his animals. It was quiet and really nice and you were just amazed at Shaneâs vast knowledge of farming.
When the two of you returned to the house and made it upstairs to get ready for bed, you both stood outside your bedroom door awkwardly waiting for the other to speak. When you started, Shane started at the same moment and you both started laughing.
âGoodnight,â Shane said, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly.
âGoodnight,â you told him with a warm smile before turning to disappear into your bedroom.
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Your entire body sagged as you dragged your feet along the hall to your apartment. The day had been exhausting. You had spent all day with clients, and your body was screaming for a nice hot bubble bath and maybe some time with your electric foot massager.
The stress was evident in the way you carried your body and most certainly in your face, so when you unlocked the door to your apartment, you practically dropped everything when you saw the candles everywhere.
Your first instinct was to panic that someone had broken in and was trying to distract you with the candles, but shortly after you closed the door, you saw him. He came through from the bedroom doorway into the living space with a warm smile on his face that made your heart melt even from across the room.
His walk across the space seemed to be in slow motion, but your heart raced all the same as he made his way over to you. Without a word, he took your bags from you and slipped your jacket over your shoulders gently. Then, he moved around you to better help get your things off and away from you before he set them down over by the shoe rack that occupied the wall next to the door.
You watched as he came over and wrapped an arm around you before placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You smiled at him. âWhatâs all this for?â you asked, watching his face morph into a bigger smile.
âI knew today was a busy, full-packed schedule for you at work, so I figured a little romantic evening would be a good way to unwind,â he responded, and when you opened your mouth to protest, just as he knew you would, his finger came over your lips as he shook his head.
âNo. You cannot fight it. Yes, I wanted to do this and I know I didnât have to,â he responded with a soft chuckle, pulling the words right out of your mouth. Your mouth shut as you looked at him with a knowing glance before he was chuckling again and kissing your cheek this time. âCome on,â he offered as he wrapped his arm up around your shoulder to lead you to the bedroom door.
You let him lead you to the bedroom, and once in there, you could see the candle trail had continued, and there were even some rose petals strewn about the room, giving a beautiful ambiance and fragrance to the room. Your eyes took in the sight, and you found yourself a bit breathless at all of the efforts he was going through to make sure you felt relaxed.
âBubble bath is just about ready,â he told you before pulling away from you to go into the ensuite bathroom. You stood there a bit confused on how he could have timed it all perfectly, but you supposed that was just part of his charm.
You gently walked over to the open bathroom door and could smell the Epsom salts he must have poured into the bath. You peeked your head in just as he turned towards you.
âI think I remembered all the things that you like in your bath,â he said with a slight shrug, pointing to the bottle of oil, the package of salt, and the bubble bath soap all neatly placed on a little wooden tray on the corner of the tub.
You let out a soft huff of a laugh and nodded with a proud smile on your face. You walked over to him and placed your hand on his cheek gently. âYou are doing so much more than perfect, my love,â you told him, which made him release a breath with a warm smile as he leaned in to capture your lips in a soft kiss.
âNow, bath time. Then I have something else super relaxing in store for you. Iâve been practicing!â he added with a little wiggle of his brows.
You couldnât help the giggle that escaped. âYou are positively sinful, you know that?â you said as you started the process of stripping your clothes.
His eyes never left you as he watched you bend and twist and accentuate parts of your body that he absolutely adored on you. Even if you constantly told him how you disliked those parts, heâd always counter with how beautiful you really were, and he would spend extra time kissing those parts you doubted.
As you slid into the warm bath, the smells and feel of the water almost immediately put you at ease. Your aching muscles started to relax with the heat of the water, and your mind started to clear just from breathing in the aroma. You can practically feel the stress just wafting away from your body.
With your eyes closed, you didnât see him move around to the side of the tub, sponge in hand, as he dipped it into the warm water, letting it fall gently over your body. You are startled at first but quickly relax with a smile as you turn your head slowly to look at him.
He looks so incredibly handsome in this lighting, and you feel your heart flutter as it had the first time you had met him. It was as if the years hadnât even gone by that you were still so young and newly in love. And it was times like the present where he reminded you that the love between you was always going to be this way.
âHave I told you I adore how hard you work?â he said randomly, softly as he watched the water pour over your body from the sponge. Over and over again, like a little quiet ritual between your bodies where he wasnât actually touching you. It was as if the love was flowing through his fingertips, to the sponge and water, and back to you and your body.
You hummed in response, finding yourself feeling ultra-relaxed at the moment. âYou have, but itâs always appreciated to hear it again,â you said as you looked to him and reached up with your wet hand to touch the side of his face again. He was growing a bit more stubble around this time of year, but it suited him, and you liked the slightly rugged look to him.
âWell,â he started before diving into all the details of what made you such a wonderful person. He began with how hard you work to provide for yourself and him. How passionate you were about your job and helping others. How big your heart was for caring so much for other people and how strong your body was for being able to carry out your tasks every day.
You felt your heart relaxed but thrumming at a decent rate at his words. He was also so kind to you. He was forgiving on the days when youâd work late and miss dinner with him. Or the times you had to cover a shift, and even though your body screamed and begged to be home snuggled with him, you had to stay at work. He never got mad at you for that.
What he was, and what he was telling you that he was, was proud. Proud of everything you did and would continue to do. Proud that he got to call you his person. You were his whole life and had been for quite some time. He really didnât like having to spend time without you, but he understood.
âHow are you such a perfect gentleman all the time?â you asked, using your soapy, wet hand to place it on the side of his face and slowly pull him down to kiss you. His lips always felt like home and even more so right then. âI love you,â you told him as you pulled away from the kiss.
âI love you too, sweetheart. Letâs get you out of this tub for the next part of the evening,â he told you as he pushed himself to stand and went over to grab one of your favorite fluffy towels. These towels were usually only put out for special occasions but based on everything that happened since you walked in the door, you guessed this is what he deemed a special occasion.
You hummed in contentedness before finally getting yourself out of the tub. You let him wrap you in the towel gently before he left your side to drain the tub. You finished drying yourself off in the meantime and took to patting some of your hair dry. Just enough to keep it from dripping as you walked towards the bedroom where he had already disappeared into.
You smiled warmly as you saw everything set up once again. It truly felt like a magical spa, and you didnât really know how he could pull off something like this with relative ease. Maybe he was magic. Or a fairytale prince. Or perhaps he was indeed just that perfect person for you.
He came up to you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer to him. His hands slid down to your backside, just resting his hands there as he looked down at you. âGet on the bed on your stomach. Strip the towel first,â he instructed before leaning in to kiss your lips in a brief but passionate kiss. He pulled away, and you just stared after him for a moment.
You let the towel fall and walked over to the bed, laying down gently on your stomach. But of course, not without an extra pop in your hips and a little wiggle as you lay down. He just chuckled under his breath, his eyes watching you with ease. Boy, did he love you.
He moved over to the side of the bed and grabbed the small bottle of massage oil. Your eyes were closed, but you recognized the smell when he opened it. You smiled to yourself as you tucked your arms down to your sides.
âA massage? For me?â you questioned with feigned surprise as he got his hands covered in the oil before placing the closed bottle on the floor at the foot of the bed.
âYou work so hard,â he spoke slowly as he climbed onto the bed carefully and straddled your thighs. His warm hands pressed against your back softly and started to move over your skin to allow the oil to spread. âI figured your body would need this.â
He wasnât a professional by any means, but over the years of various aches and sores, he had learned your weak points and your muscles that tended to be sorer. What you didnât know was that earlier in the week, he had purposefully looked up proper techniques for some of the massages. He wanted to do it right.
The groan you let out when his hands pressed against your shoulder was almost sinful. He laughed quietly in this throat at the way your body pressed into the bed under his ministrations. He was hitting some knots here and there that you would flinch and cringe. But he consistently checked with you to make sure the pressure was okay and not actually hurting you.
âPain is part of the healing,â you told him through grunts and gritted teeth when he hit a particularly hard knot next to your spine and shoulder blade. You winced and hissed a bit at the pain, but you told him to keep going. Within a few minutes, the pain subsided as you felt the muscle start to relax.
His hands worked over you effortlessly, and when he felt like he had hit every spot, his hands kept rubbing over your sides, just barely grazing the sides of your breasts. âIs there, um, anywhere else youâd like me to massage?â he asked softly, and you giggled though your eyes were closed still.
âCanât imagine what you mean,â you said before turning yourself over to lay on your back underneath him. Looking at him, you smirked before taking each of his slippery hands in yours and moving them slowly to your chest.
He let out a slow, quiet groan as his hands worked against your soft flesh under yours. You bit your lower lip and looked up at him with a look that he knew well. His hands for a moment stayed where you put them directly over your nipples but just when you thought he was going to roll those pert peaks in his fingers, he moved to the upper part of your chest.
He used the oil to rub at the muscles in the front of your arm and your chest, and you let out a long groan of relief at the feeling of your muscles finally relaxing. Your arms fell to your side as your eyes closed, your breath becoming more even as he worked over your muscles. But then he was teasing again.
You giggled when his hands lightly grazed over your breasts, and he smirked at watching your nipples stiffen at his slightest touch. You gasped quietly as your back arched, hoping to find more contact with his hands against you. But he slid past them down your sides, where he massaged into the tissue at your hips.
Your hips twitched of their own accord, hoping to encourage his hands to meet at the apex of your thighs, but he knew better. This wasnât just a tease; it was so much more because he genuinely did want to massage you. You let out a slight frown and whine when his hands traveled back up the sides of your body, narrowly missing your nipples.
But then he was leaning down and captured your nipple between his lips before sucking it in, and you gasped a moan. Your hand came to the back of his head to keep him there, which he had zero arguments against. He moaned against your skin as he sucked more of your breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking against your hardened nub.
Your voice cracked when you moaned out his name slowly, which only served to make his cock twitch in his still confined pants. His mouth moved slowly over your chest, kissing the skin along the way to the other nipple, where he paid it the same amount of attention. Your mind was already starting to fog in the haze of lust as he continued his slow assault on your senses.
His mouth worked its way up to your neck. The kisses lingered in each spot, his lips soft and warm against your skin that was already cooling from having been wet then dry from the shower. And although your skin was cold, the blood beneath was starting to warm with the electric buzz of lust that he was sending through you.
Your hands came to the sides of his face and guided him to hover over your face so you could kiss him. This kiss was also slow and sensual and deepened within a moment of fiery passion shooting through you. He moaned into your mouth, and you just swallowed down the sounds as you continued to kiss him. Your hips rolled up slowly against him, which prompted another groan from him. You were already wet from his kisses and attachment to your breasts, but you were starting to need more.
âWhat do you want?â he asked cheekily, a grin splitting his lips, and you pouted at him.
âYou,â you said simply, which only made his grin grow wider.
âPretty sure weâre already dating, so youâve got me,â he responded with a chuckle. Cheeky bastard making jokes when all you wanted for him to fuck you nice and slow, make love to you.
You leaned up a bit to nip at his lower lip, and he laughed. âOh, you want to put my hard cock inside of your wet pussy, donât you?â he muttered as you groaned. When did his hand sneak between you? And when had he found your clit? You were so distracted by the look in his eyes that when his fingers started pressing circles against your clit, you gasped in surprise.
âIs that what you want?â he repeated, and you just nodded. Your head pushed back against the soft bed when his fingers gathered your arousal before he slipped his middle finger between your folds. A second finger soon added to the massaging of your inner walls that he was doing with each push and pull of his hand.
He chuckled darkly as he watched your face. The way your mouth dropped open, the creases in the corners of your eyes as you squinted, the way your nose twitched and flared as you tried to keep your breathing even and calm. He loved all of it, but above all, he loved you.
His fingers kept moving, but you were whining and waning as the pressure wasnât enough. Thatâs when his fingers pressed harshly into you. His knuckles hit you as his fingers hit that blinding spot within you, and you cried out. âOh god!â you cried, your hands slamming against the bed, grasping at the comforter the best you could to ground yourself, keep yourself from feeling like floating away.
His fingers continued that slow drag out only to shove back in, causing you to cry out in pleasure every time. He loved it, but he knew youâd need more soon. This was just the foreplay, the fun before he got to do what he had hoped to get to do all day while setting this all up.
His mouth came to your neck and started to kiss and suckle the skin before biting it, and you yelped. Your hand came to his shoulder, gripping it. When did he get so broad? Had he been working out? Or were you just feeling so full and surrounded by him that he seemed larger?
Your thoughts quickly vanished as he found your jugular and suckled it, trying to mark you as his. You already were, and the thought that he still felt the need to mark you as his in any way that he could make you weak in the knees.
âPlease,â you clamored against him, trying to force anything more than a single word from yourself. You wanted to tell him how good it felt and how much he was blinding you with pleasure, but you wanted more, needed more. Your hands grabbed at him to pull his body right against yours as his fingers worked a bit harder, a bit faster within you.
He was hitting something so deep within you that you started to see stars as you moaned out, making him chuckle against your skin. He breathed heavily into your ear as his fingers continued to fill you over and over again. You felt that low burn in your belly, the warning sign that the wave of bliss was going to take you over soon.
âOh, look at you. Such a mess for me after I relaxed you. Think you can take a third finger?â he asked gruffly into your ear, but before you could gather enough awareness to even nod, he added a third finger, and you cried out from the feeling of being so full.
You were chanting what felt like a prayer mixed with begging. Simple phrases and words spill from your lips like honey. Oh god. More. Fuck. Please. You were a mess. He was right. He had relaxed you and your brain enough to become just pliable putty in his hands which he was highly enjoying.
Your cries became louder and slightly higher pitched. That was your sign to him that you were getting closer. His fingers moved in such a way to make it feel like they were splitting you open in a good way. Faster, harder, hitting that spot within you with more ease as your arousal gathered on his fingers.
âGood girl. Now cum for me. I want to feel you,â he grunted against your ear. Between his filthy words and calling you a good girl, you were done for. Your body arched as you came, your inner muscles squeezing his fingers in a vice-like grip. âAh, thatâs it,â he groans as you cum on his fingers, but his movements donât let up just yet.
Heâs working you right through this orgasm to a second one thatâs quickly building and threatening to take over you immediately. Your body is writhing, head turning this way and that, your eyes screwed shut, trying to just live in the pleasure that is blinding and consuming all at once.
Suddenly, you are careening over the edge once more, your body nearly lifted from the bed as you are overtaken by pleasure. A numbness starts to settle in your toes and slowly works its way up your body until your whining, begging him to slow down.
His fingers do slow down then as his face watches you completely blissed out. Your body twitches when he finally removes his fingers, and youâre relieved but immediately miss the feeling of being full all at once.
His lips find your skin with ease, kissing along and up your body until he is once again at your ear to whisper filthy nothings to you. Things about how sexy you look when you cum, how you felt around his fingers when you came, how you soaked his hand and the bed in your cum.
All you could do was to hum in agreement, your body feeling boneless under him. You couldnât even move your hands to touch him, you were just that blissed out. He had wrecked you to the point of incoherency, and he had only done it with his fingers. A true testament to him knowing your body almost better than you knew it yourself.
His lips found yours, and kissing you slowly, softly until you were able to kiss him back finally. He smirked and chuckled softly. âAre you back?â he asked, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face gently. His thumb stroked your jaw back and forth as a way for him to keep you stimulated enough to wake you from your zoned-out self.
You nodded slowly in response to his question. You had to lick your lips to wet them though, because having your mouth open for all of your moanings and sounds made it relatively dry. âYeah,â you croaked before clearing your throat. âYes. Iâm back,â you spoke softly as you turned your head, your eyes opening slowly to see him more clearly.
How was the one that looked like he was glowing when you were the one coming down from a double climax? You attributed it to him being a literal angel on Earth. Itâs the only way to describe how well he could pull that pleasure out of you.
He kissed your cheek and let his lips linger, your eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation. âThat was really an amazing massage,â you told him cheekily, a grin crossing your lips. That alone elicited a laugh from him.
âAh yes. The traditional massage of the inner pussy,â he stated as if it were some fantastical name for something which only prompted both of you to break out into laughter. You were still laughing when he looked at your face. He loved seeing you so relaxed and happy, and knowing that he was the one who made you that way brought a warmth to his heart that he hadnât experienced with someone else before.
After some moments of silence that had filled the space, your fingers dancing along his shoulder as he snuggled down against your chest, you finally spoke.
âYou should move in,â you blurted out rather quickly.
He lifted his eye, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity as to what you had just told him.
âReally?â he asked, almost in disbelief that things were going to move to that next stage already. However, he shouldnât have been that surprised since he had been planning to ask you to move in with him for the last few months.
You nodded and pulled your lips between your teeth in hopeful thought that he would say yes.
He grinned and leaned down to capture your lips in one of those soft sweet kisses of his. âI absolutely will move in with you,â he said, giving you one more chaste kiss. âOn one condition.â
Your brows furrowed, and your head titled slightly as you looked up at him. Clearly, you were confused on what kind of condition or rule he could have been talking about. But before you could fully ask him what he meant, he moved his body down, capturing your nipple into his mouth, and you breathed out a moan.
âAs long as I get to keep doing things like tonight for you at least once a week,â he finished his statement before kissing down your abdomen. You laughed.
âThat sounds like an awful lot of work for you,â you spoke but gasped the last word when his mouth kissed over your mound and back up your stomach. He paused there and lifted to look at you.
âYouâre worth it,â he said simply, and at that moment, your heart fluttered, your chest felt like it was warming, and you knew you were in love with this man. Whose head moved down to disappear between your thighs for the next hour.
warnings: THIS IS NOT CANON. oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV, fluff and feels (be warned)
words: 4.3k
a/n: this comes from an anon request. i don't have words for this beast. i just. took the idea. and ran with it (changed it up a bit too). hope you enjoy it! let me know if you'd like another fic from the perspective on the other side of the wall! đ
Heyy! I would like Billy Russo x this prompt that I found online:
While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Person A turns to Person B after a while, and asks, "You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?"
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
The four of you sat in your respective seats laughing at a joke Frank had just made at the expense of Billy. Your drinks were full, your bellies were full of the delicious meal Karen had made, and your heart, in particular, was so whole from being with your friends.
When Billy and Frank came back from their latest mission, you were unsure how back-to-normal things would get, but everything fell back into place quite easily. Especially between Karen and Frank as they started their official romantic relationship. You and Billy had placed bets some time ago on how long it would take for them to make it official. And even though they now had, the four of you hanging out felt no different.
âNo! Wait! In my defense!â Billy tried to counter, but everyone was laughing too hard. âFrankie had the bat so far away that I couldnât possibly reach it!â he tried to defend himself but seeing you and the others laughing caused him to shake his head with a grin. He tossed a pillow across at Frank, where it gently smacked Frank in the face.
âHey, watch the beer dickhead!â Frank scolded him before tossing the pillow back. The trajectory was slightly off, and the pillow nearly hit you from where you sat on the couch next to Billy. âOh shit. Sorry!â Frank laughed, but you just narrowed your eyes at him playfully.
âGood thing you donât play baseball anymore, Castle,â you teased, prompting Karen and Billy to snicker. It was Frankâs turn to glare at you playfully from across the coffee table. Karen reached over from her chair to pat Frankâs arm in a comfort motion, but she was snickering still, and her cheeks were turning pink from trying to stifle it.
âYeah, yeah. Whatever,â Frank snorted as he sat back and downed the rest of his beer in just a few gulps. You shook your head with one final snicker before also sipping the rest of your drink down.
âSpin the bottle, anyone?â Frank jested as he placed his bottle on the table and spun it once. Everyone else groaned, but Frank just laughed as the bottle stopped spinning with the neck pointing at Karen.
You and Billy started the classic and ironic âoohâ sounds as if you were teenagers in high school. Frank shot you both a stern look before standing up and walking over to stand in front of Karen. She started laughing as Frank lowered himself onto her lap in an awkward straddle before putting both of his hands against her face to kiss her deeply.
Your heart jumped a bit at the sight, at how evident it was that Frank and Karen very deeply cared for and loved each other. It made you yearn for that same kind of relationship, but you had given up on that idea of love for a while now.
âAlright, you two, get a room,â Billy chastised playfully as he finished off his beer and stood up to gather Frankâs empty bottle and yours before making his way over to the open kitchen. You watched him before seeing Frank flip Billy the bird with a laugh.
You started laughing as Frank finally left Karenâs lap, and you could see how flushed Karen looked. âHeâs a good kisser, isnât he?â you asked her with a teasing lilt to your voice. You and Frank had had your fun back in the day, but you had quickly determined that friendship was the best route for you.
All Karen could muster was a nod as she wiped the corners of her mouth to touch up her lipstick that had smeared and tucked her hair behind her ears. You sucked your lips in between your teeth to stifle the giggle that threatened to burst forth at how flustered she looked.
A few more hours passed, and the four of you were starting to quiet down. Karen was nodding off and yawning in her chair, which is when Frank offered to get her ready for bed. âI donât wanna end the party,â she yawned as she stretched her arms up a bit.
âNonsense. You need your rest,â you assured her as you watched Frank get up and go over to her. He bent down and let her wrap her arms around his neck so that he could practically pick her up from her chair.
âYeah. Weâll just be out here waiting for Frank to bring the party back out,â Billy jested, which made Karen sleepily slap at his arm as she and Frank walked by to go down the hall to the bedroom. You looked to Billy after they left and let out a small yawn.
âYou gettinâ tired too?â Billy asked.
You nodded. âA bit. But I think I can manage with a coffee or something,â you told him as you got up and padded your way over to the kitchen. You had spent a lot of time here over the last few years, so you knew where pretty much everything was.
You also knew that Karen and Frank wouldnât mind you making coffee if it meant there would be leftovers for them. Your past jobs as a barista certainly paid off when you made coffee at their place.
As the coffee brewed, you stood in the kitchen, humming quietly to yourself as you decided to rinse out the beer bottles to minimize the appearance of fruit flies. You heard footsteps as Billy came over to stand next to you.
âDo you always do dishes at one in the morning?â he teased as he bumped your hip with his before reaching up to grab two coffee mugs from the cabinet.
âI have to feel at least somewhat useful,â you laughed, rinsing out the last one and turning off the water. You turned and flicked some water at Billy, to which he flinched and yelped. You could only let out a laugh at his reaction.
âHey now,â he reached over to dip his hand under the faucet quickly before flicking you back, eliciting a screech from you.
You quickly retaliated with the coldest water from the tap on your hand as you touched the side of Billyâs neck, making his neck tick up and trap your hand between his head and neck. âHey!â you laughed as Billy caught you and grabbed your hips to pull you closer, trapping your body completely against his in a bear hug.
With how tightly he was holding you, you tried to struggle against him, but it certainly was no use. So instead, you turned your head and took a nibble of a bite out of his pectoral. âOuch! Not fair!â he yelled, covered in a laugh as he pulled away from you to rub his chest.
You were nearly bent in half in laughter. âServes you right for trying to trap me,â you told him as you stuck out your tongue and the coffee maker beeped.
âSaved by the beep,â Billy muttered before sticking his tongue out at you. You tried to push past him to get to the coffee maker, but he shoved his hip against you to push you out of the way instead so he could pour himself the first cup.
You let out a scoff as you watch him pour the deliciously hot fresh coffee in the blue ceramic mug. You anticipated picking up the other beige mug for yourself, but Billy was turning to hold the blue one out to you. You looked up at him momentarily with a warm smile. âThanks,â you said simply.
As much as the four of you ragged on each other, there was still a deep understanding of care and commitment to each other as friends. And it was in that subtle moment as you watched Billy grab the beige mug and pour some more of the coffee into it that you might care for Billy just a smidge outside of the sole friendship zone.
You took the first tentative sip of the coffee and hummed in delight at the pure sweetness of the flavored grounds. Billy turned and did the same, closing his eyes to let the coffee flavor overtake him for a moment.
âDamn, you make a good pot of coffee,â he muttered as he opened his eyes to give you that award-winning smile of his.
You gave him a closed-lip grin in response. But then your brows furrowed as your eyes scanned towards the hall. âYou think they both fell asleep?â you asked as you looked back to Billy.
Billy raised an eyebrow before turning to look down the hall to see that Frank wasnât returning. He turned back with a shrug before taking another quick sip. âLikely. Frankâs an old man, you know,â Billy quipped.
âYeah, but youâre older than him,â you teased and watched as his face contorted. âNot that I mind in the least,â you mumbled against your mug that you had brought to your lips again.
Billy had heard you. He didnât react outwardly, but he heard you. He had a thought about it, but he figured heâd save it for some other time.
The two of you finished your coffees over on the couch again. The conversation was light but flowed easily. It was as if nothing had genuinely changed between you. Though you thought you might be going crazy that Billy had sat a bit closer to you this last time he sat down next to you.
Your conversation quieted, and at that moment, you heard the unmistakable sound of moaning. Your mouth gaped open and quickly shut as your eyes widened. You turned your head a bit more and, sure enough, heard Karen moaning over the sounds of bodies moving together.
âWell,â you stated abruptly, clearing your throat and trying to shift your weight in your awkwardness. You avoided Billyâs gaze, and you felt a rush of heat climb your body.
Billy just shook his head. âSounds like theyâre not sleeping,â he pointed out, and you guffawed at him, clearly uncomfortable as you crossed your legs to find any sort of friction. Just remembering the feeling of Frank was making you feel hot, let alone the fact that Billy had definitely moved closer to you.
Billy took a beat before adding more words that would serve only to fluster you more. âWanna see if we can be louder than them?â
Your head snapped to Billyâs general direction, and you realized he had leaned in to ask that question. Your heart started pounding as you saw the devilish grin spreading across his lips.
âWhat,â you stated more than asked. You were unsure if you had heard him clearly. Karen cried out as Frank grunts came through the thin wall that the bedroom and living space shared. You cleared your throat again as Billy repeated the question, this time his hand coming over to your thigh softly.
âDo you,â he paused to lean in closer, âwant to fuck me?â
âBilly I-â your words caught in your throat as Billyâs fingers danced along your thigh. He could see the way your eyes were dancing around his features. You were looking for somethingâsome joke or laugh or psyche where he would pull back.
But he didnât.
âFuck me,â you told him as his face neared yours, lips moving closer. And it was with that command that he pounced. His lips crashed against yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. His hand moved with lightning speed to your hip before sliding up your body to grab a fistful of your breast.
You moaned out against his lips as he pressed against you. Your hand came to the side of his face to hold you to him. You had wanted to kiss him for so long, and truth be told, you thought that the game of Spin the Bottle was going to go for a few more rounds so that maybe you would have your chance, but thatâs not how that worked out.
This was better.
Much better.
Billyâs mouth moved to your cheek and down to your neck in rapid succession, and when his teeth bit at your jugular, you let out a cry of desperation. Your hands were clawing at his shoulders, his broad shoulders that you could barely get your hands splayed over them. How was he always this broad? Did he live at the gym?
Your mind stopped thinking about that as Billy pressed against you so much so that you were laying down on the couch with his body hovering over yours. His hands worked at your clothing, unzipping and tugging and pulling where he could to get you just in your bra and underwear.
Billy sat back on his knees to take in the view for a moment. âFuckinâ beautiful,â he muttered before leaning down to kiss along your stomach.
You had never thought Billy would see you that way. Sure he had said you were pretty and beautiful before but usually just in the context of agreeing with whatever Karen was complimenting you with. You certainly werenât the âtypeâ of girl that Billy would typically be seen with, so you thought your chances were shot, but the way he was drinking in your body underneath him was starting to tell a different story.
Billyâs hands slowly slipped your underwear down, and when his hands roamed back up your thighs, you felt your legs twitch under his touch. You gasped a bit as his fingers finally found your clit and expertly rubbed little circles.
You were wet within moments. Not that it would take much at this point. You were running a dry well in the sex department, which was part of the reason Karen had talked you into going out with her to the bars so that she could be your wing-woman.
But your thoughts were soon consumed by the feeling of Billyâs hands exploring you on one side while the other dipped into your wet folds. His fingers were long and muscular; you knew that. But feeling them inside you? A sensation you had only ever dreamed about and thought about when touching yourself.
Your mouth turned dry from your panting, so you licked your lips and tried to steady your breathing. Billy was watching you, though. Watching the slight crease in your brow that formed as he pressed a second finger into you. Watching the way your back arched as he filled you with a third, his thumb staying against your clit.
You were careening towards the edge of the wave of pleasure. You could feel it building in your lower back and wrapping around your lower abdomen. Billyâs hand that was exploring your body came to your chin, where he held it and turned your face enough that he could look into your eyes.
âDo you know how long Iâve wanted to feel this pussy cum on me?â he groaned, and you whimpered. Words were not able to escape you as he filled you with just his digits, bringing you more pleasure than you could ever dream of bringing yourself.
âNo, no,â he admonished. âYou have to be loud, remember?â He chuckled as he watched your mouth drop open with a soft moan. That wasnât enough for him. He growled before quickly letting go of your face and moving his body further down the couch.
His mouth landed on your hot cunt, and he started lapping at your clit, letting his tongue circle it before gently suckling it into his mouth. You cried out at the intense pleasure as his hand thrust into you with more force on each push.
The euphoria that was exploding behind your now closed eyes was blinding. You were panting and moaning out and telling him that you were getting close. Billy was living for every sound he was pulling out of you, and he found himself already addicted.
This was no longer about being louder than Karen and Frank. This was about him finally getting you the pleasure he had wanted to for years. Billy pulled off your cunt just long enough to growl the words, âFuckinâ cum for me so I can taste you.â
The command broke the band that was tightening within you. You writhed and moaned, your hands trying to grasp for anything solid, Billyâs hair, the couch, just to ground yourself. Your entire existence felt like it would cease with the blinding pleasure as Billy kept at his motions in the same manner. He was driving you wild, and you could no longer form any thoughts. It was just murmurs and moans and cries of pleasure being pulled from you.
Billy was lapping at you like a man starved, drinking down every drop you gave him, which was a lot. Something your body hadnât ever been able to do with any other person, let alone by yourself. But you were far too blissed out and unfocused even to notice how soaked you made Billyâs face and hand.
Billy didnât care a single bit. He slowed down his movements, but he was still cleaning you up and licking at his fingers. He crawled up your body with kisses along your skin. He slowly stuck his fingers into your opened mouth as he reached your face. You hummed and gathered enough energy and willpower to close your mouth around his fingers. You moaned at your taste on him, which prompted him to let you finish sucking on his fingers before bending down to replace his fingers with his mouth against yours.
You kissed him in an almost sleepy-like haze as he pressed his hips against you. You were still sore, but the feeling of being empty was starting to overtake you. However, you couldnât remember when Billy had slipped his pants and boxers down. Did you help with that at some point?
Your thoughts were consumed once more by Billy and his presence wrapping around you as he leaned down to kiss along your neck. His hand snaked down between you to line himself up as his lips reached your ear. âWhat a good girl cumming for me,â he said lowly gravelly.
You whined and chewed your lower lip at the sound as your hands raked over his shoulders, feeling his muscles moving and bulging which each pass of his body over yours.
âB-Billy,â you muttered softly as he guided his erection to poke at your entrance. You whined as he chuckled into your ear. He was actually enjoying this, which only made you gasp as he slowly pressed his hips against you and filled you with his cock.
You swore out as he bottomed out in you, sliding in easily from the lubrication of your earlier climax. âYou gonna scream for me again?â he asked against your ear as he nuzzled his nose at the crook of your neck before kissing it and biting it lightly.
âAh- fuck,â you moaned out louder when his teeth dug into your skin again at the exact moment he pulled out shallowly and pushed back in. The feeling of him everywhere on you at once was overwhelming.
His hands were gripping at your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers, the shallow but deep thrusts of his hips, the way his mouth warmed against your skin where he kissed you.
âBilly, more, please,â you huffed out with each of his thrusts. He pulled back to look down at you, his face holding a question that made you furrow your brows.
âIf I fuck you harder, will you scream for me?â he asked again, and you nodded.
âYes, sir,â you cooed quietly, and Billyâs lips snarled as he growled in response. That was the ticket. Calling him sir pushed him right over into determination mode.
His hips started to speed up, and each thrust pushed your body up the couch a bit more every time. The sharp snap of skin against skin filled the room. But the sounds coming from you covered that. You were moaning out his name, and yes, and oh god, and please. Short phrases as your brain was starting to short circuit from the overwhelming sensations.
When did his head move to your breast? Oh, and there he was, sucking your nipple into his mouth. Your hands felt like jelly as you tried your best to grip anything, your head pressing back into the cushion. Your body was ready to start convulsing as if you had no control over anything.
In truth, you didnât. Your mouth was left open as you moaned louder and higher as you neared the next high. Billy kept his brutal pace, his body now sitting up to get a deeper angle as he placed your legs onto his shoulders. You cried out at the new angle.
âThatâs it. Take my cock like a good girl,â Billy grumbled, turning his head and nibbling at your calf. You gasped and cried out in moans and choked sobs as you neared your next climax. Billy kept coaxing you as he utterly obliterated you into a boneless, mushed mess of a person below him.
You wouldnât guess it, but Billy found this his favorite moment with you as you came, hard, on his cock. Your face contorted, and you cried out louder than you had, and you were whining and moaning. It was all so beautiful that Billy nearly lost himself in the moment of pleasure that he about came inside of you.
When he suddenly pulled out of you, you whined, but you were too blissed out to be fully aware of why he pulled out. Billy placed your legs down and leaned forward to kiss along your body. Your body responded with goosebumps in the wake of each place that he kissed.
You blinked and swallowed hard to try to come back to earth. Your ears were finally done ringing, and you could actually feel Billy moving up to your neck. You sighed contentedly as he pressed soft kisses along the line of your jugular and up behind your ear.
âD-did you cum?â you mumbled as he kissed your cheeks, his hands coming up your body to knead your breasts softly.
Billy chuckled softly. âNo, but Iâm fine,â he muttered against your skin as he kissed over your nose to the other cheek.
Your hands came to his shoulders in a snap and pushed him up enough that you could look at his face. You stared at him, letting your eyes jump around his features and seeing the small beading of sweat still lingering on his brow.
âBilly,â you started to admonish him with a furrowed brow. You wanted him to get pleasure out of your time together too. One hand reached down between you so that you could wrap your hand around his length, which elicited a sucked in breath from him.
He said your name softly. âDonât worry about me. This was about you and making you scream,â he told you as he closed his eyes and threw his head back. Your hand slowly pumped him still, bringing him a new wave of pleasure.
âThat is not how it works with me, William.â Your use of his full first name made his head snap down to look at you. You grinned knowingly as you stroked him faster and harder, twisting your hand just right with each movement.
Billy let out a breath and moaned. âFine. Where do you want me?â he muttered before groaning, his hips stuttering forward to gain a bit more friction.
You chuckled and put your other hand behind his head to pull him down for a kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you quickly deepened the kiss, letting your tongue tangle with his. Your fingers tangled into his hair so you could pull his head back sharply.
âI want you,â you paused to lick at his lips. âTo fuck me until you cum,â you finished, and Billy let out a long groan.
âA-are you s-sure?â Billy stuttered out as you tugged a bit harder on his cock. âShit.â
You moved just enough to line him up and encouraged him to press into you. The two of you moaned as he pushed in and bottomed out. âFuck me, Billy. Fill me,â you told him with a stern look in your eyes as you moaned out as he moved his hips in a slow roll to thrust into you repeatedly.
His climax blindsided him with how quickly it happened with you looking at him like that and the work-up he had had for the past near hour. He pressed into you, and you felt the unmistakable feeling of him filling you with his cum. You sighed a quiet moan at the sensation.
Billy was panting and leaned down to lay his head on your chest, his lips pursing to kiss your breast. This soft side of him, the side you hadnât seen for some time, felt good. He laid on you as his cock softened within you.
âThink we won?â you heard him finally speak as your hand raked through his hair, pressing it back away from his forehead.
You let out a soft chuckle. âWhat?â
âDo you think I made you scream louder than Karen?â
You scoffed before laughing so hard that your body shook, which made him start to laugh as well. âI kinda forgot that was what we were doing,â you admitted before giggling. Billy nipped at your skin, making you yelp before laughing harder.
âWe gonna do this again?â Billy questioned after your laughter had calmed down. You turned your head down to look at him a bit more as he turned his head up.
âWhat? The contest to see if you can make me scream?â you teased as you grinned at him.
Billy propped himself up onto one arm as he looked down at you. âI mean, if thatâs what it takes to get you into bed with me,â he smirked wider.
âYou are incorrigible.â
âAh, but it worked, so really, Iâm just charming.â
You rolled your eyes, but Billy was quicker to lean down and capture your lips in a soft kiss yet passionate kiss. Maybe he really was charming.
warnings: fingering, mirror to watch as it happens, squirting
ratings: EXPLICIT (duh this is kinktober)
wc:Â 1085
You shifted your weight to your back leg, watching as your hips adjusted accordingly. You bent forward just so and held your phone up to face the mirror. You looked over at the screen to see that your body was creating just the right amount of curves. When you were satisfied with how your hair looked, you tilted your head to the side slightly and snapped the first of many pictures.
You checked the photo, realized you wanted to show a bit more of your hip and got into the pose again. You shifted your weight back again but this time turned a bit more so that your hip in the front was more on display, showing just a bit more of your ass cheek. You giggled just as you snapped another photo, biting your lips seductively.
After a few more minutes and a few more snaps, you stood naturally and scrolled through to see if there were any that you wanted to share right then. Your mind was focused so you didnât hear the floor creak quietly but you did notice movement in the mirror. You looked up to find your boyfriend staring at you up and down from behind.
âWell hello to you too,â you giggled as you turned to face him. His eyes lit up with a flame of desire as he watched you turn in that gorgeous lingerie set he had bought you a week ago. It hadnât been any sort of special event but he got it as a âjust becauseâ gift.
You had thought that heâd be at work a bit longer but it seemed he had gotten out early. He was, for one, very happy he had left work early to catch you like this. He moved closer, his eyes still scanning your form as his hands came to your hips, pulling you in closer to him so he could lay a gentle kiss on your lips.
He hummed as he pulled back from you and grinned. âCherry?â he asked as he licked his lips and you laughed as you nodded to confirm that you were indeed wearing cherry chapstick. Benjiâs hands roamed south and around to your backside and his eyes caught a glimpse in the mirror at how beautifully supple your ass looked in his hands.
Thatâs when the idea struck him as he leaned in to whisper into your ear. âI want to watch myself fuck you in this mirror of yours,â he said in a low gravelly tone. You felt your entire body shiver in response and he watched in the mirror as small bumps formed over your back and he grinned at his reflection. âYou want that, donât you?â he questioned and you swallowed thickly.
âMaybe I do,â you tried to purr in your most seductive tone but the little nibble Benji took of your earlobe made you quiver and your voice faltered a tiny bit. He chuckled darkly and you felt the rush of warm air pass over your skin as his hands deftly massaged your bared ass cheeks. He watched in the mirror as he made your backside move so he could see more of the pretty lingerie that covered your pussy. And he saw exactly what he was hoping for. A little wet spot.
He turned you around his arms so that you were facing the mirror once more. He took your phone from you and placed it on the nearby dresser quickly before coming back to rest his hands on your hips and his head on your shoulder. You tried to lean back against him, letting your head loll back as your eyes closed but Benji tsked and immediately brought his hand up to your chin.
He pulled your head down. âNuh-uh, darling. You need to be my good girl and watch yourself get turned on by my touches,â he whispered into your ear and you inhaled sharply as the sensation of his fingers gripped your hip tight enough to leave little indentations from his manicured nails.
You tried to focus your eyes on the mirror, your hands gripping his forearms as his fingers danced gracefully across your abdomen, slipping down under the waistband of the matching panties. He groaned in your ear when he found you already soaked.
âSuch a naughty girl. Turning yourself on just by snapping a few sexy photos, hm?â he practically purred in your ear. Your thighs moved to rub together, begging silently for him to continue his jaunt down your body to where you wanted him most.
âPlease,â you begged quietly, your lips becoming dry from the light panting you were now becoming accustomed to doing when Benji teased you like this. His long fingers crawled their way to your clit and you gasped when he ever so gently brushed along the bundle of nerves.
Your eyes wanted to close in pleasure but every time you blinked for too long, Benji was taking his fingers and skirting around your core. Only when you locked your gaze with his eyes in the reflection did he finally press his fingers against your slick opening, causing an open-mouthed groan to fall from your lips.
Benji grinned and placed his lips softly against the side of your neck. You hummed with a small smirk of your own as you tilted your head to give him a bit more space. And thatâs when he bit. The moment his teeth sank into your flesh, his fingers pressing into you, two at once, causing your slight inflicted pain to become an overwhelming pleasure.
âOh m- FUCK!â you shouted as your body convulsed and within just a few moments you were soaking Benjiâs hand and wrist as he pumped his fingers to and fro. His fingers were always long enough to bring you pleasure but to bring you to the edge so quickly as you watched was something purely magical. Your hands gripped his forearms for dear life as you struggled to stay upright and to keep your eyes open.
Your hips pressed back against him and you felt the distinct shape of his erection against your ass. You grinned as you caught his eye once again in the mirror. Your chest was still heaving from your climax but you were coming back to this plane of conscience.
âFuck me, pretty boy. Put your money where your mouth is,â you challenged as you snaked your hand between your back and the front of his body and pressed against his erection.
warnings: reader hears gun violence outside, brief mention of being high, a whole lot of biting, unprotected PIV
ratings: EXPLICIT (duh this is kinktober)
wc:Â 1236
The sounds of gunshots rang out and you jolted awake. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you instinctively hid yourself under your bed. Thatâs where Nick had told you to hide when you heard anything that sounded suspicious or dangerous. He had told you he didnât like that you lived in this neighborhood and that he hated even more that your apartment was floor level.
You had to remind him once more of who your father was and that you could in fact take care of yourself. But that never stopped him from worrying.
From your spot on the floor, you reached a hand up to grab your phone from the nightstand. Once you had it, you unlocked it and opened your messages to send Nick and quick message.
Noises outside. Sounds like gunshots. Iâm under the bed.
On the other side of the town, Nick heard his phone beep with a message. When he read it, his heart sank and anger took over. He needed to get you out of that apartment quickly. He needed you to come stay with him so that this weekly happening would stop happening and he wouldnât have to worry about you so much.
âDrive me to her place,â Nick commanded his best friend who puffed out his cigarette smoke and looked over to Nick like he had three heads.
âIâm high as fuck and you want me to drive you over there for some ass?â Johnny scoffed before grunting when Nick punched his shoulder.
âSome shit is going down over there. Get me over there. Now!â Nick yelled and Johnny rolled his eyes before turning the truck on and taking off for the opposite side of town.
Before Johnny could even put the car into park, Nick was jumping out and slamming the door shut. His hand crossed over his body to where his gun was tucked safely away in his holster on his side. His fingers unlocked the clasp as he looked around and moved through the street down to your apartment building.
He noticed the door was cracked open a bit and took the opportunity to slide in, his eyes checking and rechecking every space around and near him as he entered the building. His eyes landed on your apartment door and dug into his pocket for the key. When he had it and unlocked the door, he pushed it open and immediately closed and re-locked it behind him.
You held your breath from under the bed, your hand covering your mouth to stop any sounds when you heard your door open. You watched as the familiar pair of boots made their way across your bedroom until Nick squatted down to see your face, terrified and relieved at the same time. He held out his hand and helped you out from under the bed.
Your arms immediately wrapped around him, to which he wrapped his arms right back around you and held you close to him. He turned his head just enough to kiss at your cheek then down your neck. You pulled your head away and tilted it just enough to give him more access and he immediately took the hint.
He couldnât stand thinking he couldnât protect you. But he had you. Now. And he needed you. Now. His hands gripped at your hips a bit harder as his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of the side of your neck. The wanton moan you gave in response had him growling.
He pressed back until you flopped down onto the bed. You giggled at the dark look in his eyes as he quickly stripped his leather jacket and black tank top before tossing them carelessly onto the floor beside the bed. He smirked playfully as he climbed onto the bed and over you.
Your exposed legs in your sleep shorts were prime real estate for his mouth as he kissed, licked and nibbled his way up to your hip. He pulled on the waistband of the shorts just enough to get at the skin of your hip bone. You were giggling and twitching your hips as he bit down on the soft flesh that sat at the very edge of your hip bone.
You gasped at the sting but Nick only took that as an opportunity to continue leaving love marks all over your body where he could. His hands ran up the sides of your body to your chest where he fondled your breasts and tweaked your nipples. His hands were just as busy as his mouth as he moved your shirt up with his teeth and nibbled along your bare stomach.
You couldnât make up your mind whether to giggle at the subtle movements or moan out at how much he was marking you as his. It hadnât truly been official between you but you had considered yourself his long ago. Now it was just his way of proving that, of showing the world just how much of his you really were.
Your back arched just so as his mouth moved further up. Your hands reached for his shoulders and tried to signal him to sit up so you could kiss him but he was far too enthralled in his teeth grazing against your skin and nibbling a bit harder when he got to the side of your breast. His mouth covered the spot and he suckled a little before his tongue came out to sooth the spot.
He pulled his head back to look at his handy work, seeing the little imprints of his teeth in your skin was giving him a new kind of enthusiasm. You looked at his elated face with furrowed brows as you brought a hand up to the side of his face to guide him into looking at you.
Your eyes and smile were soft and warm as you pulled him down towards you for a kiss. A soft, lingering gentle kiss that set Nick aflame more than he ever thought anyone could. But before he could let himself get too wrapped up in those feelings, he had to keep marking you. It was like an impulse since your beautiful skin was just there and ready for him.
He made a little game out of it, trying to nibble and bite you as you dodged a few but when his teeth sunk in right at your jugular, you were done for. You were moaning and pressing your hips up into him, letting him know what you really wanted.
And it took nearly no time at all for Nick to undress himself, finish undressing you and slide his cock into you easily. You moaned out as he bottomed out in you. He growled against your skin as he bit down on your neck and thrust into you over and over at a harsh and steady pace.
The feeling of his teeth gnawing at your sensitive skin and pulse point had you seeing stars after only a few moments. Your hands tried to reach for anything on him to hold onto as he literally rocked your world in a way he had never done before.
When you finally came down from your third high of the night, Nick kissed softly along all the spots that he had marked you, noticing some changes in your skin to indicate that some remnants may remain for the forseeable future.
Warnings: none for this chapter. logan being logan again.
Words:Â 1.3K
A/N: hereâs the next part! thank you so much for waiting for this chapter! this is so much of a slowburn that iâm already rooting for logan to just get his act together. i hope you enjoy! any and all feedback is welcomed! đ„°
The next time you had to see Logan was on your first day of rehearsal. The sound stage was set up and the green screen behind you would show the ship-like background on the monitors. Even though you had read over the script, knew the plot, and knew that much of it would be done with the love interest at the forefront, you still were not prepared for standing so close to Logan for much of this first scene.
Hello! Thanks for opening up your asks and sharing your talents with us! I love your Frankie two parter Family Picture. I know you wrote that a year ago, but was wondering if you have any other thoughts for those two? â€ïž
The way this ask just sent a shock through my little heart. That little two-parter was so cute and fluffy (and spicy) and it was just from one single gif of pedro looking an absolute cutie!
I haven't thought about them too much but I will say, this ask made me think about them some more and I truly think it's a wonderful little relationship they have.
Post-Family Picture: Part 1 & Part 2 [ AFAB!Reader ]
Wholesome SFW Thoughts:
Those pictures quickly became your favorite and you opted to have them all framed and hung up in your apartment so that any time Frankie came over, he could reflect on them and his love for you.
Frankie's sister invited you to go on a shopping trip to another big city and she spills the beans that Frankie has mentioned wanting to marry you.
You don't believe her because despite you thinking about marriage after only two weeks of being together, you didn't think Frankie would be the kind to get re-married after his divorce.
There's a moment around the holidays that everyone thinks he's going to propose but when he gets you a special vacation trip for Christmas, you forget about the proposal and just look forward to some special time away.
Frankie's mom officially calls you "hijita" even when she calls you on the phone to check to make sure that you couldn't come to the weekly family dinner that week.
Spicy NSFW Thoughts: (below the cut)
The tie was the first time you two had experienced bondage but over the next few months, you experimented a bit further
Frankie was the one that loved being tied up though. So you made sure to gift him some soft velvet cuffs.
Frankie's favorite thing is being laid out with his arms and legs pinned and you having your way with him.
But don't be fooled. The moment this man can tie you up and take away your eyesight, he's feasting your sounds and mewls.
The two of you have a deep conversation about kinks you'd like to explore and you both get more comfortable trying new things to keep things spicy.
Rating: G
Words: 579
A/N: another request filled. this time for @mesmorales. i hope reading this helps you with your healing process!
I am feeling super self indulgent here, so bear with me. I had my wisdom teeth cut out today and I am in need of some comfort! Would you want to flex your fluff muscles and write something where one of our baby Ben's characters (your choice) takes care of reader? You're awesome and I appreciate you so hard! đđ„°
You groan and toss your head to the side, immediately cursing at yourself for choosing a midday appointment time. You knew itâd take hours to have the work done but you didnât expect to have to skip out on meals for the next few days while your mouth healed.
Your eyes open in time to see Benji leaning down with a smoothie in his hand. âHey. Good, youâre awake,â he speaks softly as he reaches for your hand with his. You let him take it, giving him a weak smile.
âAs awake as I can be. This pain is something else,â you grumble as you sit up a bit more and take the glass with the smoothie in it from him. You look up at him and give him a soft thanks before taking your first sip through the straw.
âAdded some protein this time. Is it good?â he asks, his eyes looking at you with an earnest interest in your answer.
Your eyes close but this time not in exhaustion, from delight. You swallow the cold liquid down and are pleasantly surprised by the warmth of Benjiâs hand as his thumb rubs over the back of your back of your hand in gentle circles.
âItâs delicious!â you tell him happily before you groan at the sharp pain that shoots down your neck. Benji immediately shushes you to try to calm you but his smile is warm as he looks at you.
His lips twist a bit in a sour face before heâs chuckling softly. He leans over slowly to kiss your temple but your hand comes up to cover his cheek, holding him to you as you hold the glass in your other hand. Your eyes close in contentment as his lips lingers against your skin.
He hums happily before the sound turns to a chuckle as he presses more short kisses to the same spot on your temple. âYou know,â he says, pulling back and kissing your palm gently before grabbing your hand and holding it to his chest.
âOnce your pain subsides a bit and you get some sustenance in you,â he pauses again to kiss your cheek a few times, trailing the kisses closer and more gently to your lips. âPerhaps I could gift you a little something.â
Your brows furrow as you look at him when he pulls back and looks into your eyes. But itâs then that you see the fire behind those dark chocolate irises. âBenjamin Alexander Greene. I am recovering. You canât possibly-â
His lips pressing to yours softly has you sighing against his lips even though he interrupted your admonishment of him. When he pulls back you look at him and shake your head. But your grin and small giggle escaping you give you away.
âMaybe later,â you tell him, your hand tapping softly on his chest. âFor now,â you pause to take a big long sip of the smoothie, letting the coldness settle on the pain in your mouth a bit more. âLetâs snuggle so you can keep me warm from the shivers Iâm sure Iâm going to get from this delicious smoothie,â you tell him with a smirk gracing your lips.
âI believe I can do that,â he answers, scooting in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leaning over to kiss your temple once more. You might be in pain but having his undying love - and lust - would help you heal in no time.
i come once again with yet another update to how this blog will function from here on out.
Over the last year and some change, I have spent many hours alone copy/pasting taglists, making sure the links actually work so that the tags actually showed up in people's notifications (by tagging my main account and everything), trying to notify people who's tags no longer worked.
Only for interaction to plummet and only have a rough estimate of 10% of the literally hundred or so people on the taglist consistently interact. And yes I'm aware tumblr's notifications for tags don't actually notify you but you have to open your notifications to see it in the first place.
SO!
The solution is now only have taglists for the bigger multi-part stories I write/have planned. I am slow AF at updating some of them because well, you know what, actually. I don't have to explain. But if you're super interested in a particular storyline of mine, then you can be tagged in just those stories.
There will be no more fandom taglists or character taglists or permanent taglists. These have proven to just be a waste of time and I no longer wish to do them.
If you wish to see all the content I post, I will be reblogging everything to my updates blog and you can follow and turn on post notifications for @thepuritypen-updates.
If you wish to be tagged in a certain story, you can find the very short taglist google form HERE. (i will try to keep the lists I currently have but may remove anyone who's tag no longer works).
Rating: G
Words: 754
A/N: a request filled for an anon. i hope this brings some comfort to any student going through the trials and tough times of college. it's never a smooth path but it's YOUR path!
Can I request Agent Whiskey supporting reader who is struggling with anxiety about college finals? After the holiday break Iâll be taking 5 finals and Iâm losing my marblesđ„Ž would love to have Whiskey supporting međ„ș
Your head is down in your hands as you sit at the table in the library. Books are sprawled out across the surface. Your multiple colored pens and markers strew about, the colors reflected on the pages of your notes. So many notes.
It seems like no matter how much you stare at the words in your books and on your screens and in your own handwriting, nothing seems to click enough. Youâre still not confident that youâll pass the exams. Especially when you have so many back to back after holiday break.
You mutter to yourself how ridiculous the scheduling is before sniffling and pulling your head up. You rub the bags under your eyes to try to stimulate the blood flow to wake yourself up a bit more.
When your vision clears, you see the statuesque figure of one Jack Daniels standing before you. You inhale deeply and let out a long audible sigh to which you see the corner of Jackâs mouth quirk upward.
âLooks like you need some rest darlinâ,â he drawls, his voice soothing you upon impact as it always had. Agent Whiskey as he were known in the Statesman world was known for being a honky tonk lady lovinâ cowboy. Bit of a womanizer in your opinion.
But with you? His best friend and soon-to-be partner at Statesman? He was Jack. The caring, loving, loyal and fiercely supportive friend. That little quirk of his mouth? A signature move when he wanted to show compassion but couldnât help being a bit amused at your current situation.
It has only been a few years since he was in your position. The schooling to get approved to start training at Statesman was long and arduous. Jack didnât miss those sleepless nights at all. He much preferred having sleepless nights for another reason now.
He takes the seat opposite you and pulls your books out from under your elbows, causing you to sit up and glare at him slightly. But when he looks up at you and flashes that devilish grin, you know there was no arguing with him.
âAlright. Hereâs the plan,â he says after a few moments of perusing through your pages of notes. He lifts his head but just enough that he can look at you through hooded eyes. âLet me help you, quiz ya a bit, then weâll go get some ice cream and Iâll take you back to your apartment so we can watch that favorite movie of yours-â
You laugh and cut him off with the name of it before he can butcher it like he always did. But when you calm down from laughing, you nod. âYou know Iâd love the wisdom from an old man like you,â you joke, to which Jack responded with a mock hurt face and hand to his chest.
You roll your eyes at his theatrics before turning your textbook to the previous pages you had been studying. You flip the book and plop it down on the table in front him. Jack nods his head before he delves in, asking you the first of many questions to come.
An hour and a half later, Jack is the one to close the book. Your head had been in various positions but now it rested on your hand, your eyes feeling heavy. âSugar?â Jack asks tenderly as he reaches a hand across the table to yours. âYou gotta get that energy up if weâre gonna watch that movie of yours. Ya did good kid,â he compliments as your eyes lift and you smile at him.
âKid?â you ask in jest which just sends the two of you into hysterics. Jack helps you pack up your bag. On the way to your place, the two of you stop by your favorite ice cream shop and pick up a few pints to bring home with you.
Settling into the couch after diving right into your pint, you let Jack control the remote so he can put on the movie. You donât notice because your face is lighting up at the screen as your mouth busies itself with the ice cream and the cold chill that radiates from your core. But Jack is looking over at you with pride.
He loves seeing you being able to relax after studying so hard. He knows youâre going to ace those tests and youâre going to succeed in life. Whether thatâs with or without him is up to you. But either way, heâll be there for you.
âSHUT THE FUCK UP!â you yelled, slamming the pile of papers from your hand down on your desk. âYOU do not get to say a goddamned word to me for fucking up that assignment,â you scowled as you pointed your finger directly as Agent Sampson.
