β‘ Hi, I'm Tricia, or Trish is fine. I'm going to write an introduction and include a kind of set of rules for requests now that I've got a few more coming in!
Rules + masterlist
About me
β‘ I'm 18, and I'm autistic. This means that perhaps i may interpret things differently, so I'll ask you to please be kind and polite when interacting because I might take things too personally! All hate will just be blocked.
β‘ This also means my hyperfixations can come and go as they please, so I might not write your request if Im not interested in that specific character anymore, etc. I am also not a professional by any means, and this is only a hobby for me, so judge accordingly.
β‘ I try to make my reader as inclusive as possible, so I avoid using descriptions of hair textures, lengths, or race specific characteristics like pale skin and blushing, etc. If you ever feel like I've not been inclusive anywhere in a fic, please just let me know, and I will change it!
β‘ I love films! Feel free to send recommendations of your favourites or anything you've watched recently! I love a chat! You can also request any characters from any tv shows that you think I'll like and I'll look into them.
Rules
β‘ Be polite
β‘ Hate will be blocked
β‘ Asked if you want to be tagged in works
What i won't write
β’ Extreme kinks, so no rape or cnc/dubcon or whatever NO INCEST or pseudo incest.
β’ Hyperspecific readers, I try to be as inclusive as possible. I also probably dont know enough about certain characteristics.
β’ Real people
β’ Self-harm, explicit suicide or extreme mental illness.
Ten People Youβd Like to Get to Know Better Game
i was tagged by @yearningforsolitude thank u for the tag I was so excited to reply when I saw it!!
π¦Ή last song β suddenly I see by kt tunstall
π¦Ή currently watching β mainly severance, but I'm kind of losing interest towards the end. Also im gonna watch the England game tonight if that counts.
π¦Ή current obsession β gwayne hightower, and collecting dvds rn. I'm also super excited to see the odyssey!!
π¦Ή currently reading β I'm about half way through A Dance With Dragons.. but its taking me a while. I really loved A Storm Of Swords and I feel like its been downhill since then. I'm also half way through The Poppy War.
π¦Ή currently working on β honestly nothing. I have no inspiration. Sorry guys. I am a liar.
π¦Ή last google search β Royal Mail Tracking. I have a penpal so I'm constantly checking where my letter is loool.
π¦Ή tags (no pressure whatsoever! I also dont have many moots so i'm sorry if this list seems random) β @bullseyelover @lnsfvgrl @castellanapologist @i-smoke-chapstick @cosmictheo @tangledinlove @osarina
I went to see the backrooms last night - i had no idea what was happening. This is what happens when u base all of ur knowledge on playing backrooms spinoffs on roblox.
I think I'm going to start writing for From. Why is there hardly anything anythingggg, im dying. I'll write smut, angst and fluff. Send me any requests if you are interested!!
I cant believe that majority of people on Instagram are blaming BB for what happened to Daniel. He made a choice. Also not to mention Buck is the one who killed him? These people will do anything to put the blame on a woman.
CONTENT - a few headcanons, no smut but kind of suggestive at the end.
WC - 600.
NOTES - no one asked for this but i can't get enough of a man wearing a suit.
Buck who loves how your name sounds in his mouth, and does everything so that he can call you by your name. Often being sarcastic or teasing you in some way, using a condescending tone that leaves you irritated and flattered at the same time.
Buck who likes to see you taking control in certain situations and see how much pressure you can handle until you set your pride aside and ask for help. And he always helps you, a true gentleman.
Buck who is undoubtedly dominant in every area of his life, and manages to be subtle about it but still shows this side of himself by dropping quick remarks to you. βGood job. Keep it up.β In a way, itβs as if heβs training a little puppy.
Buck who is always impeccable. Hair perfectly styled, tailored suits, polished shoes and a scent of cologne that makes you dizzy with his proximity as he practically covers you when leaning over the table with your back pressed against his chest. He is always quick, but the shiver that runs through your body always prevails.
Buck who, when is focused on some work for Fisk, is extremely cold and direct. You know which occasions that happens just by his icy look, which is usually more cordial towards you.
Buck who devours you with his eyes whenever he has the chance. Chin lifted, a small sideways smile and his eyes following you like a shadow. In his mind, you already belong to him.
Buck who is possessive with those he likes β he prefers the word protective but doesnβt mind being labeled a villain if it means youβll be safe, and by his side you always are. He doesnβt like seeing you talking to certain people, and at the same time that he finds you brilliant, strong and capable of making good decisions, he also finds you very naive. But he knows he can take care of you, all you have to do is let him fulfill his role.
Buck who likes to make you nervous, but also loves to hear your laughter. One moment he is teasing you, whispering in your ear, scanning your actions to point out a mistake; the next he is making jokes (and usually only he understands them) and watching your reaction, waiting for a smile.
Buck who casually touches you, hands on your waist as he passes behind you, fingers on your chair as he stops behind it, fingers lingering a little longer than they should when handing you a document.
Buck who was genuinely left open-mouthed when he saw you truly dressed up, a party hosted by the mayor, your hair impeccable and your clothes hugging your curves in a way he had never seen. It was perhaps the first time you left him speechless. βNo teasing today, Cashman?β
Buck who definitely has his share of fetishes, dominant (rarely a switch), a fan of size kink, loves to praise you and instruct you, casually rougher, likes to leave marks to remind you of the night with him. Long and intense kisses, but he is also fascinated by games and will make you beg for his touch if he feels like it.
Buck who has invited you to dinner with him on more than one occasion, something in your intuition told you not to accept his invitations, but with each one it becomes harder to refuse.
Buck who is old-fashioned. If he invites you to dinner, he is taking you to one of the best restaurants he knows, picks you up and drops you off at home, and expect a single rose as a gesture of gratitude for letting him take you out.
Benjamin Poindexter + Buck Cashman w/ Autistic!F!Reader
Buck Cashman
You probably met at work, your probably doing something in admin so you only see him in passing or if you have to organise something together.
He likes that you follow the rules and he notices that you've yet to fail a task you've been given. He likes an organised lady.
He doesn't mind your lack of eye contact whilst you speak, he's never thought that you aren't paying attention but just thinks you're nervous talking to him.
He 100% has your whole routine in his calender. Will call you when he knows your on your break - no matter where he is.
He's not put off if you don't have many friends tbh because neither does he. He might be confused by it though, because he finds you so lovely. he just considers himself lucky he doesn't have to fight loads of people to spend time with you.
He loves your honesty and straightforward nature. You're both adults, theres no need to play games with communication and dance around what you really want from each other.
Has 0 problem ordering for you at restaurants or in cafes if you aren't feeling it. Most likely he already knows what you want anyway because he has a list in his notes app of the things you like.
You don't mind it that he works late most nights, you just would prefer it if he lets you know if he is. That way you aren't just waiting for him or knowing to leave some dinner out for him. He will just send you a text if he can't ring you.
< going to be late home tonight, goodnight sweetheart.>
<don't leave the key in the door. Haha.>
He found your strict routine funny at first, always going to bed at the same time, sitting in the same chair or the order you brush your teeth in. But he's really fallen into rhythm of it, he enjoys it compared to the unpredictability of his work so likes how when he comes home he knows what to expect.
Loves to listen to you ramble about your special interests and loves to ask follow up questions. If he sees something that he thinks you'll like he's definitely getting it.
I think you work really well together because he's so cool and collected. He always knows how to stop you from ruminating.
Will 100% help you prepare a script for a social situation and you'll role-play.
"So I'm going to go into the cafe." You walk back across the room, and walk towards him.
"Yes. Then you'll walk to the counter." He stands on the otherside of the kitchen counter, waiting for the kettle to boil. His shirt sleeves are undone, rolled up to his forearms.
"Right. Then what do I say? Okay wait - you be the guy behind the counter and i'll be me." You pace back across the room and re-enter.
"Hi. What can I help you with today?" He does in his best customer service voice.
"Hello. I would like an iced coffee please."
"Splendid. Can I get a name?" His arms reach out mimicking picking up a cup and a pen.
You pause for a second trying to even remember your own name.
"Oh Buck - what if I get it wrong? What if they don't sell iced coffee? What if iced coffee isn't real and I've made it up? And then everyone in the shop gets up and points and laughs at me?"
His mouth curves slightly, holding in a breath worried he will laugh at you. He lets out a short scoff before opening his mouth, "That would be terrifying. I don't think that will happen." He shakes his head. "At least it's never happened to me before. And I'm pretty sure iced coffee is real."
"What if it's a joint illusion?"
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Benjamin Poindexter
You could meet him anywhere. You could be waking down the street one day and he will notice you. If you're reserved, he gets so obsessed with trying to figure you out. He spends hours trying to fill in the gaps. Easily makes track of your routines, the way you walk to work or the shops you enter at exactly the same time everyday.
He loves how organised your apartment is, his stuff fits right in. Most the time he doesn't even have to move anything because you've already got it covered.
Your routines just make sense to him, he also follows them and copies your order of things. He finds it soothing knowing exactly what your next move is.
Honestly prefers it if you've got few friends, he has low self esteem so he tends to get jealous if you spend too much time with other people.
He also doesn't mind lack of eye contact but at some point it becomes intense unblinking eye contact when you're speaking to each other. You can just stare into each other souls whilst speaking to each other and it's completly normal for you both.
Also enjoys your honesty because he is the exact same. Why would he need to lie to you? Why would you both not just talk about what you want?
I feel like you have the type of relationship where you might not necessarily be in contact with each other for months at a time but nothing changes. You can just pick right back up after where you left off.
Your relationship is very intense. Meaning when you are having a great time its GREAT. but if you argue then its the lowest of low. Genuinely you both can't stand arguing and both end up just wanting to die.
You ask him to tell you if he's coming home late - but he tends to completely forget and his texts are irregular.
His impulsiveness stresses you out, so you tend to have to try find a balance.
He probably is your special interest. You just want to always learn more about him and spend all your time with him - which he doesn't mind at all. Your probably a bit co-dependent on each other.
You know how to talk each other down from panic attacks etc. Knowing what exactly makes it better, whether thats doing some deeep breaths together or going on a run together.
you've always got Dex's headphones in your bag and some sour candy.
If you journal he is 100% reading it. He just feels entitled to it and wants to know everything that's going on in your mind.
You both talk each other through scripts and roleplays. Wether it's what the appropriate thing is to say to a friend who's lost a relative or mastering the art of small talk.
"Let's practise okay, Dex." You sit next to each other, knees knocking from the proximity. "The funeral is tomorrow,"
"We have never even met this guy more than once," he smirks, "why are we even going?"
"It's the polite thing to do. And we were invited. Be serious Dex - I don't know what i'm supposed to say tomorrow. What if it's awkward?"
"Alright. We can practise."
"So..." he rolls his shoulders in preparation, "I'm sorry about your friend. He seemed like a good guy." He looks forward into the room pretending there's someone there.
"Yeah -" you nod in agreement at Dex and then to the imaginary person in the room, you both await a response before you reply, " i'm sorry that sounds really hard,"
He looks at you for a moment, "i like that one," his teeth flash between his lips, drawing into a smile. "It sounds good. Its convincing."
A/n: shameless self indulgence Im soz #sorrynotsorry + this is just my experience with autism but if u want me to write for your personal traits just ask and ill make a part 2 for u friends :3
i absolutely loved youβre buck cashman x vigilante!reader work and honestly i need moreβ¦although only if youβre willing to write more of course οΏΌ
Dry humping w/Buck Cashman x Vigilante!reader 18+
His hand moves quickly, covering your mouth and pulling you towards him into the cupboard. The voices of anti-vigilante task force fill the room, heavy boots thundering through the room - the clicking of assault rifles following.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, the man behind you pressed firmly against your back, slowly removing his hand from your mouth. Moments pass, before your legs begin to ache at the awkward position your holding yourself in.
You move slightly to adjust but you stumble backwards just enough to brush your ass against the seam of his slacks. He lets out a small sigh at the contact. Heat begins to pool in your cheeks, embarassed at how can feel the warmth from your core already beginning.
You shuffle slightly, turning round so your chests are pressed against each other instead and you hope he can feel the swell of your breasts against his shirt. His hands apprehensively twitch at his sides before finding their way home on your waist. He drags your hips forward, nudging a knee between your legs - encouraging you to accommodate for it.
Your legs spread eagerly, dragging the length of your cunt along his thigh before nestling at the top. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer so you can whimper into the skin.
You roll your hips again, this time you can feel the growing bulge beneath you. His hips stutter, pushing his straining cock against your heat drawing out gasps from you. His fingers flick up, parting your lips and laying flat against your tongue. "You're going to have to be quiet, sweetheart, be a good girl for me, alright?" He whispers gently into your ear.
You suck his fingers in agreement, teeth lightly coming down to bite at them. You slowly swirl your tongue around the digits, giving them long licks imitating what you'd do if you had his dick in your mouth.
He grinds against you again, pushing against you and rubbing against your clit just right. He moves back and forth again, setting a rhythm that has your back arching and your nails dragging against his neck.
He holds you tenderly, wishing he could see the expressions on your face and the way your body moves against his. Just the thought has his hips bucking into yours, creaming in his pants.
A/n sorry its not very long i was kind of stuck on what I wanted to doooo
You push the barrel of the gun closer to his forehead, making contact with the skin. He's on his knees before you, nestled in the space between your legs. Both his hands are raised in the air, signaling his surrender.
"I won't try anything," he speaks calmly, for someone moments away from death. You watch the rise and fall of his shirt clad chest, his blazer long discarded somewhere in the warehouse. His body matches yours - both try to regain your breath from previous the encounter. "Just drop the gun."
You stay silent, pushing the barrel against his head again as a response. This time clicking the safety off.
You lean closer, until his breath is hot against the fabric covering your face. Your left hand reaches upwards, fingers tugging up your mask slightly so you can feel it against your skin.
Your eyes flicker into his own, challenging him to make a move so you can put a bullet in him. His gaze meets yours, unblinking. His fingers twitch in the air before his eyeline lowers, looking at the shape of your lips, analysing and checking for familiarities.
"I'm going to put my hands down - alright?" His arms lower, pressing against the floor on either side of you. Caging you in. Your heart is still pounding, the situation not made any better at the increased proximity of you both. You take in his features, you've never been this close. Finally coming to the conclusion that he's even more handsome this way, you think.
His lips are parted, as if wondering what the right thing to say is. Thinking what the next step in the handbook would be, and how years of military experience never covered anything like this.
You begin to wonder how his lips would feel against your own, would they be soft and chaste scared of you slipping away - or rough and demanding, taking what he wanted? His hands gripping at your body beneath him, spreading your legs. Would his tongue press against your mouth, begging for entrance, and god you'd let him. You bite your lower lip in-between your teeth, trying to distract yourself from the thought.
He catches the movement, before nestling closer. His thighs press against your own. "Are you going to let me kiss you?" He wispers out, searching your expression for an answer he cant find.
The gun remains against his forehead, before trailing down to just below his jaw. "Easy, sweetheart -" Your other hand reaches upwards, entertwining your fingers with his tie and pulling him against you.
His lips find yours, pushing you down until your back hits the hard floor beneath you. His body presses against yours, spreading your legs further - his bulge pressing against the heat of your cunt.
Your hand releases his tie, sliding across his firm shoulders and up towards the base of his neck. Giving the hair a firm tug, causing him to shudder out a moan. Your tongue slides out, pressing between his lips drinking up the noises he makes. You catch his lip between your teeth, pressing your gun against his throat as a reminder.
He leans impossibly closer, his tongue now tracing against your own, before pulling away with a string of spit connecting you both. His gaze has darkened, eyes glazed over and lips swollen from your assault.
You press your lips against his neck, only to be stopped by the confines of his shirt collar, you tug at the fabric - hoping he takes the hint. "I've got it." His hands lift from his sides, making quick work of his tie whilst you fiddle with the many buttons. Finally tugging the shirt open to the sternum, your lips meet his collarbone sucking on the smooth skin beneath. Dark purple bruises are left against the expanse of his neck, leading up to his sharp jaw.
You lean back to examine you work but he quickly replaces the distance by leaning in again, pressing open mouthed kisses against your jaw and down your throat. This time they travel further, his strong hands tugging at the clothes against your body and settling against your waist. "I want to taste you -"
The gun now presses back against his temple, causing him to pause for a moment. You wave the gun in confirmation, tilting it towards your cunt before returning it to him. He begins to tug down your pants, exposing your soaked panties to him. The wet fabric pressing against you, outlining your pussy has him twitching in his slacks.
His hands wrap around your thighs, spreading them wider and tugging your panties upwards rubbing them against your clit. You bite back a moan between your lips.
A finger hooks beneath them, tugging them to the side and exposing your cunt to the man before you. His tongue flickers out, licking a long stripe from your weeping hole up to your sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. Your back arches, fingers reaching down to tug on his hair again.
He laps at your clit, a hand splayed across your abdomen holding you down whilst he works. "Does that feel good, sweetheart?"
You nod desperately, his words causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He sucks softly on your clit, tongue occasionally flicking out and drawing you closer and closer to your release. His eyes lock onto yours, trying to gauge your reaction.
Your hips attempt to rock back and forth against his face, his nose rubbing against you just right. Your pussy is neglected, slick pooling down south begging to be filled up with the fat cock you knew he was hiding beneath those pants. Just the thought of him pounding you and the stimulation of your clit has you accidently slipping out a whine.
His breath falters, the sound of your desperate moans has him aching and desperate to hear more. He continues his lapping and sucking, listening to the quickening of your breath and the little gasps you release in pleasure.
Soon your body is clenching, hips rolling into his face as you ride out your release. Biting down on your own fingers to try subdue your own noises.
You sit there for a moment, regaining your composure before quickly standing up almost losing your balance from your weak legs. The gun moves back up before you attempt to redress.
You take a step back, and he does too.
The bulge in his pants is hard to ignore, the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric straining to be released. but self preservation says that you should stop before you get too ahead of yourself.
You knock the safety back on before throwing the gun towards the edge of the warehouse and turning away.
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"Long night, Cashman?" You ask innocently, Side-eyeing the man beside you, who fiddles with his collar attempting to hide the purple bruising that leads down from his jaw and to god knows where.
The files he wanted yesterday are held between your fingers - holding them out to him.
His usual calm demeanor is seemingly ruffled this morning. His gaze flickers to you, curiosity filling his gaze - replacing his previous expression of discomfort. He leans towards you - reaching for the files. "Something like that."
I love the hc that Dex technically hits it perfectly every time even without trying π
it's one of my favorite hcs especially for like... super anxious fbi dex, and even college dex like. he's sitting there all in his head because he's about to fuck his supermodel of a girlfriend and when he starts he's worried that you're being so loud because you're faking it but he's actully been nudging your g-spot since he started and he's like "is this okay? should i go faster?" and you have to shake yourself out of the daze and warn him that you're going to cum, and it's like his eyes literally sparkle, he gets so fucking cocky after that. like every time you have sex he teases you about how fast he makes you cum "poor thing, again? i can slow down for you baby... make it last."
The chain from the handcuffs rattles against the headboard, jerking forwards with each movement of your bodies. His forearms strain above his head, fingers flexing - reaching for something to grab onto.
"You're such a good boy -" You lean downwards, a hand running through his wet hair, soaked with sweat. His cock twitches inside you when he hears your words. He leans into your touch, eyebrows furrowing as he nuzzles your palm. "Making me feel so good,"
The backs of your thighs ache, loins burning from riding him for god knows how long. Sweat pools against every inch of your bodies. His eyes are watery and glazed over, as if he might begin to cry at any moment.
"Fuck -" he gasps out, "just use me all you want, baby." His hips stutter beneath you, grinding up to meet you in the middle, his cock hitting that place deep inside you over and over again.
His pelvis rubs deliciously against your clit, your wetness has already coated the entire area of skin. Each thrust gets noisier and noiser, filling the room. His arms strain again, his biceps flexing whilst he tries not to move. Always trying to be a good boy for you.
"I wanna cum - fuck I'm gonna cum inside - fuck - wanna fill you up -"
His words head straight down to your core, your pussy tightens around his cock, getting impossibly wetter. "Say the magic words, Dex."
It was quiet in the apartment, at least as quiet as it can be for New York. The lull of traffic used to grate terribly when you first arrived in the city but now you've grown used to the constant hum of the streets.
You sit comfortably under the covers of your clean sheets, legs struggling to move due to the thoroughness of how tight the sheets were tucked in.
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"Dex, your bedroom is not an Ikea showroom - i want to be able to sleep in the bed."
"You can - i just want it to be tidy. It looks nicer this way." He makes a move towards the sheets, untucking them and gesturing for you to look at the point he's making.
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Your book lays neatly on your lap, the spine ridged from being pried open so many times from previous owners. The attempt to read are left forgotten as a noise interrupts your thoughts.
Gentle footfall outside the bedroom door becomes repetitive, the creak of the floorboards paint a picture of Dex pacing from one room to another, becoming more and more frantic. You could tell something was bothering him, but anytime you asked he just grew silent and withdrawn.
"Dex?" You call through bedroom door, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear.
The pacing pauses, silence filling the apartment. A moment passes before the footfall begins again - but this time heading closer.
The door creaks open, he stands there, hair mussed from hands running through it. His eyes are wild, searching for you.
He clears his throat, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck before he speaks. "You okay?"
"Yeah - I'm okay, are you okay?"
The question hangs in the air whilst he avoids your gaze, you can almost hear his brain ticking whilst he formulates an answer.
"Of course, m'just tired. That's all."
You lean forward, fingers reaching out to him. His hand meets yours - cautious. He's always so gentle with you, worry constantly presses at the back of his mind that he could damage you in some way.
He sits on the edge of the bed, moving closer but somehow feeling further away.
"If there's something bothering you - you can just tell me, you can tell me anything Dex, you know that right?"
His knuckles grasp tighter around you, his gaze flickering away from your own. His lip catching in his teeth, pushing his emotions deeper inside himself. He hides the way his eyes water, hoping you don't catch it.
He stays silent, trying to regain control of the rise and fall of his chest. "Just take a deep breath - it's okay," his breathing stutters against you, "it's okay. You're safe, honey, it's going to be fine,"
He pushes himself closer, his head finding it's way to the crook of your neck, hot wet tears fall against the skin. Your arms wrap round him, tracing soothing circles against his back.
"I just -" he speaks between heavy breaths, "just -"
"Just what, Dex?"
"I just love you - so much," he confesses, "i don't fucking deserve you,"
"Is that what's got you so worked up?" You question. "Don't worry about things like that,"
Your fingers run through his hair, pulling him into your chest, leaning further down against the headboard.
"M'sorry. I'm sorry,"
"Don't be, is that all you're worried about? Have your meds been working okay?"
The mention of his medication has become a sore spot between you both, frequent arguements caused by Dex's new habit of no longer leaving them in the shared cupboard.
"Don't talk about me like that,"
"I'm sorry - i just worry about you that's all."
Silence fills the room again - the traffic outside still bustling, the occasional sound of a horn pulling you back into your current state.
"You won't love me anymore,"
"Don't say that -"
"I know you won't - i know you'll leave me -" His grip tightens on you, worried you'll slip away from him.
"Dex -"
"- then i'll be alone again," he takes a breath, a hint of resentment building in his tone. "i don't wanna be alone, i can't take it."
"Stop it" you interrupt him, "You aren't going to be alone, i won't leave you, i promise."
"I can't tell you - you'll hate me and you'll think I'm a monster -" His anger bubbles, almost reaching the surface, "i'd rather die than have you think that about me,"
"Don't - don't say that,"
"It's true," he whispers, "i'd rather die,"
What have you done, Dex?
His breathing begins to slow, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him away from his own.
A/n if I told u guys I started this with the intention of it being fluff would u believe me.
"Don't make me cuff you," His voice is gruff above you, bodyweight pressing you down into the soft sheets beneath. Both your wrists restricted within the tight grip of his hand. "You gonna behave?"
"Yeah - course I am," you wriggle beneath him, nodding. You can't deny the thought makes your thighs rub together slightly, easing the pressure against your growing heat.
The action does not go unnoticed, his gaze darkening as he follows down the shape of your body, before returning to your eyes. His thighs move closer, pushing your legs together again. "Dex - mhm,"
"Yeah, Honey? You like the idea don't you?" His words roll off his tongue effortlessly, practised, measured. He smirks at your pathetic attempt to hide your expression. "Maybe next time."
He grinds against you, the seam of his jeans catching on your panties. Tugging it upwards against your clit. "I bet your pussy's so wet already, begging for me."
Your body responds, rolling your hips upwards into his. You desperately need him inside you, pounding deep within until you're sore and aching.
"Dex?"
"Yes?" His movements pause.
"When you gonna let me cuff you?" You grin at him, eyes meeting his, challenging him. Lust clouding your judgement. You'd be lying if this was the first time you'd thought about him in this way - letting you be in control. To have him whining beneath you.
For a second his features flickers into something darker, before returning to his usual casual smile. He rolls his shoulders, attempting to ignore the goosebumps that cover his skin.
"Easy, girl β" He pauses, "You're playing a dangerous game."
