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chiptaylorsfirst · 1 year

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Late Night Visit

Word Count: 1,580

Pairing: dom!Mr. Gallant x male!sub!Reader

Warning: Smut, mentions of masturbation, anal sex, mention of exhibitionism kink, hair pulling, slight choking kink

Summary: You know better than to break the rules but a midnight visitor who happens to be your boyfriend makes you think a bit differently. It isn’t bad if you don’t get caught, right?

Everyone had just figured out about Ms. Venable and how she was making her own rules for her personal entertainment. Everyone could agree on the rule they hated the most, no unauthorized copulation under any circumstances. You were writing in your journal when you heard a knock on your door. “Come in,” you exclaimed, expecting to see Ms. Mead or Ms. Venable. Instead you were greeted by your boyfriend, Malcolm Gallant. There was a smirk on his face that could only be described as mischievous. He locked the door behind him then walked towards you. “Mal, what are you up to?” “We’re gonna have some fun.” You’d heard him say that sentence once too many times and it all ended the same exact way. “Baby, what about the fake rules?”

He crawled in bed with you. “I don’t know. I guess we’d better hope that Michael Langdon helps us. That man seems to love sin.” You could do nothing but agree. Michael seemed to be very fond of sin. “But don’t we need to be quiet?” He kissed your cheek. “Only if we want to. It is pitch black outside and thankfully no one has a room anywhere near yours. Also, no one was out in the halls. I checked three times before coming to your room.” You thought about what he said for a moment. “Okay,” you replied, placing your journal and pen on the ground. Malcolm eagerly kissed you. Soon, you were getting aroused, kissing him back just as he kissed you.

The kiss broke when you both needed air. You watched as Malcolm started removing his clothes and you followed suit. You created a small pile of clothes on the ground, both of you now fully naked. You had waited for this day a whole year. That was long overdue. Malcolm got on top of you and started to jerk you off. He stopped once you were dripping pre cum, scooping it up on his fingers and sucking it off. “Y/N.” You looked up at the beautiful man before you. He was so pretty and perfect. “Get on top of me and ride me.”

He laid down and watched as you lowered yourself on him. You moaned from the pleasurable pain you felt from being stretched out by him. It had been a while and you almost forgot about how big he was. “You ready,” he asked, desire in his voice. “Give me a second.” You waited some then finally started to bounce, creating a nice pace that Malcolm easily met. You wrapped your hand around his throat, turning him on more. It was undeniable that your boyfriend was a very kinky boy.

His moans and groans were soft. Your name constantly slipped from his lips and his eyes rolled. You placed hickies on his skin, loving the soft red, pink, and purple marks that now decorated his body. Everything felt amazing whenever your bodies were joined like this. “Tell me who you belong to.” “You, Mal. Mmm, Mr. Gall-Gallant. You.” He smiled, removing your hand from his throat and placing a kiss on your knuckles. Your moans got louder as he thrusted into you harder with every bounce of your body.

“Fuck, mm, we’re gonna get killed.” He chuckled from under you. “Yeah, but it’s fucking worth it. I’d die happy for this.” You could easily agree as you continued. You placed your hands on his chest, trying your best not to lose all the control you had over your body. You were now bouncing at a faster pace, looking down at the pleased expression that covered your boyfriend’s face. He stared into your eyes, feeling the way that you tightened around him. “I’m, I--” You tried to speak but broken moans were the only thing that came out. He didn’t need to hear the rest of your sentence though. He already knew what you were going to say. You were close and for some reason, you were trying to hold it off. “Cum, Y/N. Scream my name while you do it.”

Just like that, the knot in your stomach snapped. “Mm, Mal-Malcolm! Fuck.” You repeated his name like a mantra all the way until your ass was filled with his cum. You raised up off of him and kissed his cheek. “You want another round then we’re done,” he asked. “Yeah, I could go for another.” He smiled. “Kiss me first.” You obeyed him, kissing him with just enough roughness to make it pleasurable. He flipped you over unto your stomach, spreading your cheeks. “You’re gaping.” He scooped some cum onto his fingers before pushing it further into you. He kissed your shoulder then smoothly slid into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You couldn’t think clearly and the sound of his voice was making you so hard. You loved whenever Malcolm did dirty talk during sex. He was so good at it. “Tell me you’re all mine’s.” “Mm, I’m all yours. Fuck, ugh. I belong to you, n-nobody else.” He was going fast, deep, and rough, making your eyes roll. “You’re so pretty, taking me so well.” He sucked on your neck and made a mark there. “I love you so much, Y/N.” “Agh, I love you t-too.” One of his arms wrapped around your body while he held your waist. You started to fuck yourself onto him, listening to the sound of his moans and your skin slapping. He pushed your face into the pillows, making your back arch. He hit deeper parts in you and the angle did wonders.

You were about to cum once again but you could tell that your boyfriend wasn’t ready yet. Your body was sensitive and cock drunk. It didn’t help that Malcolm kept saying provocative things in your ear that left little to the imagination. You could feel him in your stomach and he kept hitting your prostate with every movement of his hips. It drove you insane as he kept on going. “Feels good?” “Mmm hmm, very g-good.” His hand wrapped around your length. “St-stop, too much, too cl-close.” “I don’t care,” he grunted out, pounding you into the sheets. He started to pull your hair and jerk you off. “Cum all you want all over the sheets, all over my hand. I know you want to, ugh, sweet boy. “

Your cock twitched in his hand and you felt his cock pulsing in you. “Mm, Malcolm,” you moaned out. Your toes curled and eyes rolled. He kissed your shoulder and whispered in your ear. “What would you do if they caught us like this? Would you cum all over and moan my name? Fuck, I think you would. I know you would. You’re clenching more from thinking about it.”

He let go of your hair. “I bet you wish they were here right now, don’t you?” “Y-Yes, mm, fuck, yes.” You were already cumming, painting the sheets and your lover’s hand with your seed. You felt his cum pour inside of you, filling you up and spilling out almost just as quickly. He flipped you over and laid beside you, licking your cum from his hand and chuckling softly.

“What is it, Mal?” He grinned. “You’re one kinky boy. That’s the hardest you’ve ever busted a nut.” You looked at him in utter shock. “Was it?” “Mm hmm. I keep track. Awe, you’re all flustered. It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you liking the idea of being watched. I think it’s hot, may even have Michael come be a part of that dream of yours.” You looked into his eyes, trying to see if he was just picking on you but he wasn’t. “You sure?” He got up from the bed, starting to put on his clothes. “Mm hmm. Next week I’ll be here again and give you some news on it. I’ll go talk to Langdon and see what we can do. That is if we aren’t dead by then.” He was now fully dressed, a few marks on his skin showing.

You looked at the time, 2:55 am. You still had plenty of time. “You’ll need to cover that up, Mal.” He looked at them and smiled. “I’ll let it stay just to see the anger on their faces.” He started to walk out the door but you stopped him. “Wait.” He turned around, his attention fully on you. “Yeah?” “Come here and give me a hug and kiss before you go.” “Fucking your brains out wasn’t enough,” he joked before starting to walk towards you. He was halfway there before he paused. “Wait, how come you can’t come here.” You rolled your eyes at his slight stupidity. “Babe, you just fucked my legs numb. Going to you requires walking.”

He laughed, walking to you and giving you the most passionate kiss you’ve had from him in a while. He hugged you, breathing in your scent. “Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” “Bye, Mal.” You laid there, thinking about how you were going to clean the sheets and your body. But over that, your mind mostly thought of Michael watching you and Malcolm. You huffed as you felt yourself hardening again. Malcolm was already halfway down the hall and you were in no state to chase him for a quickie. The night ended with you putting use to your hand and your boyfriend doing the same exact thing with the thoughts of one another and a certain someone watching the two of you.

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evanboodaddy · 9 months

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"I watched American Horror story for the plot"

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evanspresso · 2 years

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Come home to me

The keys rattle in Evan’s hand as he unlocks the front door, the first thing he notices is that the lights are off. He looks around wearily because he swore y/n said she’d be home, though it looked as if she hadn’t been.

It was a long work day, table reads and wardrobe fittings took up the most of his day, from five in the morning until mid evening.

He remembers their phone call where she’d said that going out wasn’t her plan for the day since she ran errands all of yesterday.

He knew she didn’t have class because it was Saturday, maybe she was getting takeout? But they went grocery shopping yesterday.

He sighed, kicking off his shoes after locking the door behind him. He begins to unlock his phone when he hears soft music down the dark hallway.

He doesn’t even bother turning on any of the living room or kitchen lights while he makes his way towards their shared bedroom. With his hand on the knob, his ears perk up once he hears ZAYN playing from behind the door with y/n’s voice singing along- he can’t help but stall his movements to listen.

“Whyy? Why wait to fiiighttt? Give it a tryyy or I’ll say goodbye while it’s rightttt…” y/n drags out causing Evan to chuckle lightly.

She doesn’t notice him when he walks in and it all clicks in his head as he notices that she’s engulfed in homework. She’s got her headphones in and he realizes that she’s probably been at it for a while now, not even realizing the time.

He stands behind her and bites back a smile as he reaches for her ponytail and tugs on it causing y/n to let out a yelp and snap her head up in his direction.

“You piece of shit!” She yells as he doubles forward in laughter.

“I didn’t know there was going to be a concert tonight.” He says in a teasing tone, earning a glare in response. “Baby, I’m sorry! I had to!!” He defends as she stands up and punches his bicep.

“You scared me!” She whines while she hides her face into her hands. Evan snorts out before pulling her into his chest as she huffs out, looking up at him with tired eyes. “I didn’t even realize how late it got."

Evan yawns and kisses the top of her head, combing his fingers through her hair as he smiles down at her small frame. “When I walked in it was all dark, I got worried, thinking that you weren’t home or something.” he shrugged.

Y/n nods “Sorry” she chuckles. “How was your day?” She asks before resting her head against his chest, running her hands against the muscles of his back causing him to hum in appreciation.

“Long as hell” he groans. “You?”

“Long” y/n agrees. Evan nods and his grip tightens around her while his lips press against her forehead. “How about we go to bed, huh?”

“Absolutely.” Evan muses, throwing y/n over his shoulder making her gasp loudly before tossing her onto the bed playfully. A loud "oof”coming from her lips as she laughs in surprise.

“Are we sleeping or…” she questions, watching him peel off his t-shirt.

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jimmysdarling · 1 year

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Happy birthday evan!! ❤❤

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booboodaddysblog · 8 months

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Autumn desires

Part one

Warnings: smut, teasing, p in v, alcohol, threesome

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It was an autumn evening, the rain was hitting the window panes and a pleasant, relaxing noise was created. In the background one could hear the crackling fire in the fireplace. The smell of lasagne that was baking in the oven was spreading through the house.

Roby and Marg were preparing the table for dinner. When suddenly they heard a knock on the door. Marg ran to open it. It was Colin, who had just returned from work. He was all wet but smiling at the sight of the person who opened the door for him. He immediately forgot about how hard and stressful his day had been.

- Hello Marg, nice to see you - Colin said with a smile, combing his fingers through his wet hair. Water ran down his hand and coat.

- Hi Colin - said Marg with a shy smile. She liked what she saw. The water running down Colin's face was making her head start to spin.

Colin went inside.

- Hi Roby! I missed you guys! - he said, taking off his wet coat and hang it up on the hanger.

- Hi Colin! You're finally here, dinner is almost ready! - said Roby with smirk on her face.

- I smell something delicious? Is it something Italian! Roby, sweetest, what have you prepared for us today? - deeply inhaled the scent, closing his eyes.

- It's Lasagne, your favorite dish. We need to celebrate our weekend off.

-Perfect! Ladies forgive my lateness, but it was your idea to rent a house in the woods 40km away from the city. I was not prepared for this - Colin started to unbutton his shirt - Give me another moment, I need to freshen up and change clothes - saying this he went upstairs to take a shower.

Roby and Marg looked at each other communicatively.

- He is so sexy and he doesn't even do it on purpose - said Roby biting her lip.

- It's true, the sight of him and those unforced movements, the smile, make my knees soften. He makes me weak - said Marg covering her face with her hands.

- What is he doing to us? I don't know if I can get a good night's sleep tonight. I'm going to get some wine, I need something to occupy my thoughts - Roby went to the kitchen.

Marg and Roby sat on the couch sipping wine and watching the crackling fire in the fireplace.

- Nice view - Roby and Marg jumped up in surprise - Are you afraid of me? Apparently I don't bite - said Colin.

- We wouldn't be afraid of you if you weren't sneaking around and standing behind us - said Marg.

- Why are you wearing only sweatpants? Get dressed, we are about to eat - said Roby with a smile on her face, blushing slightly at the sight of Colin's muscular body.

- Roby you don't look as if this view bothers you, but well I'll wear a T-shirt - Colin returned upstairs.

- Ugh he’s driving me crazy! - Marg said rolling her eyes.

- But he doesn’t do it on purpose? What do you think? - said Roby blushing again.

Colin ran down the stairs with a big smile on his face and immediately sat down at the table.

- Give me food, I'm hungry as a wolf! - said Colin licking his lips at the sight of the lasagne.

- Here you go, if you want more I'll give you more - said Roby handing Colin a plate.

- Thank you. I already know I will want more - said Colin and immediately put a bite of lasagne in his mouth - Oh! Hot! - he quickly sipped the wine.

- Slowly, we have all night, we have our time now! - said with a laugh Marg.

Colin pick up the dishes to thank them for dinner.

The girls, meanwhile, prepared a cozy spot by the fireplace on the floor. They spread out pillows and blankets. They placed a bottle of wine and glasses on the table and turned on soft music. They lay down comfortably on the carpet waiting for Colin.

- I like the view. Two beautiful, my favourite girls, music, wine, fireplace. A dream... - said Colin laying down between Marg and Roby.

- Oh how comfy. However, I am happy with your choice. I like this place in the woods. The peace and quiet. We must do it again sometime - said Colin sighing and looking at the fire - Could I take off my shirt? Very warm here.

The girls looked at each other with a smile when Colin sat down.

- Don't talk so much anymore just open the wine - said Marg poking Colin on the shoulder.

- Of course, everything for you - he grabbed the bottle and the opener. His muscles tensed with every movement.

Roby and Marg sighed in unison at this sight.

- Are you all right? - Asked Colin with a raised eyebrow.

- Yes, yes - said the girls simultaneously laughing.

Colin poured wine into glasses and served everyone.

- Cheers! For us and our time off! - he said and sipped - oh how delicious this wine is! - he murmured.

Roby and Marg sighed.

- What’s with you guys? Are you sure all is well? - Colin shook his head and lay down again.

- So Colin how was your day? - Marg asked to break the silence.

- Hmm... as always it was not pleasant, it was really stressful today. Thank you for organizing this trip. I needed it - Colin raised his glass to toast. When their glasses clashed a bit of wine spilled from Marg's glass right onto Colin's stomach.

- Oh sorry, that wasn't on purpose! - Marg started to catch the flowing wine from Colin's belly to avoid dirtying the carpet. Finally, she leaned over and gently licked off the wine. Colin tensed up and drew in the air loudly.

- What are you doing? You don't have to, really! - said Colin breathing hard, looking at what Marg was doing.

- Sorry, but this wine is so good that I had to. But I must admit that on you it tastes even better - said Marg licking her lips - I feel like more! - she grabbed her glass.

- What, this is really happening? Don't joke on me! - Colin tried to get up.

- Shut up and relax! - Marg grabbed Colin's hand to keep him from getting up.

- So why don't I leave you now? - said Roby laughing.

- NO! - said Colin and Marg at the same time.

- I will stay! Marg what are you planning? A threesome? - Roby smiled widely.

- Maybe! Hold him! Let's have some fun! - said Marg, and she sat down on Colin's legs, pouring some wine on his belly. This time in purpose.

- Oh God! - Colin inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

- I'm very happy that you don't protest! You are so good boy! - Marg leaned over to lick the wine off Colin's stomach - Oh this wine tastes so sweet! Roby try it! - Roby without hesitation leaned in licked the rest of the wine.

- You want to kill me! Oh God! - Colin began to shook and felt his pants becoming tight. And Marg was sitting in the wrong place - I beg! Please!

- Colin relax please! Isn’t that really funny that you want to get away from such pleasures? - Marg giggled while stroking Colin's tense abdominal muscles.

- I... really... is it normal among friends? That we... you know... YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH ME IN THE THREESOME?! - Colin tried to break free again, but Marg continued to sit on him.

- Colin shut up, please! - Roby suddenly leaned over and kissed Clion when he wanted to protest again.

- Roby ahh how could you kiss him first! I just wanted to do it to shut him up! - Marg indignantly showed her tongue for Roby and laughed.

- Sorry, I had to. Ok Colin, honestly, if you don't want to we can stop. We know you're tired after a full day at work - Roby shrugged her shoulders, moving back a bit.

- OMG, don't you think it's too late for such statements? - Colin rolled his eyes and started laughing.

- Oh why? - Marg began to wonder - Ahhhh I already know! - Marg smiled devilishly and stroked Colin's bulge in his pants.

- Oh God yeah! It's so too late for me to get out of this game! What do you do with me! - Colin suddenly pulled Marg to himself and kissed her passionately. She squealed, she was not prepared for this.

Colin, without breaking the kiss, began to take off Marg's shirt. They break the kiss only for a moment to take the shirt off completely and throw it somewhere in the room. Marg began to moan into Colin's mouth, rubbing against his bulge. They break the kiss to get rid of all their clothes.

- Roby come to me, now! - Marg pulled Roby to her to help her undress, kissed her lightly on the lips.

Colin forgot about undressing when he saw this scene in front of his eyes. His bulge became even harder. He groaned when he felt the girls help him undress and pulled him back on the carpet. He gasped for air loudly when he felt Marg begin to massage his dick and Roby kiss his neck gently.

Colin quietly moans with pleasure.

- Oh it's really pleasant, don't stop! It's been a long time since I felt so good! You guys are wonderful! Oh I think I'm in heav... - Colin stopped talking when he felt Marg stuffing herself on his cock - Oh yes I'm definitely in heav... - Roby silenced him with a deep and passionate kiss. He moaned loudly into her mouth.

- Marg you are so tight, it's a wonderful feeling - Colin didn’t stop talking which began to irritate Marg. She starts to move faster up and down. He parted his lips and closed his eyes, breathing deeply, faster and faster. Marg moved faster and faster, she felt that Colin was close. His cock began to pulsate inside her.

- Maaargg... I’m... I think... oh God... I think I'm about to come! - Colin growled and clenched his eyelids tightly. Marg felt a burst of heat inside her. She continued to move on him for a while more because she liked how hypersensitive he was now to every movement. How he trembles...

- Marg that's enough, I beg - Colin felt Roby kiss him again, gently so he could calm down.

- Well I'll give you three minutes to pick up in yourself. I didn't manage to come. Roby also needs tenderness. I hope you will give us what we want

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Part two

Here's my first, light, smut. I promise to write more if you like it. Let me know in the comments and ❤️

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frankenkyle19 · 9 months

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Red silk and leather

Mr. Gallant x male reader smut! word count: 1.2k

warnings/description: male x male smut, teasing, whipping, sub!gallant, begging, orgasm denial

“Fuck! please!”

You’d been edging him for hours, having tied him to the bed, sprawled out on the red, silky sheets. He had wanted this, so you tried not to feel bad when he begged for you to just get on with it. To just touch him.

He had handed you a long, sleek leather whip with a shy smirk, wiggling his eyebrows in an odd expression. He wanted you to use it on him.

Gallant had almost always been the bottom in the relationship, very rarely taking control in the bedroom, but this was completely new territory. Sure he’d asked you to hit him before, but you knew how to control your hand. A whip was quite different and you weren’t exactly sure how much force and pressure to use. He wanted to be hurt, obviously, but you didn’t want to accidentally go too far.

You had brought him to the edge over and over, never letting him slip into pure euphoria. It was such sweet torture for him. Watching as his body contorted with each hit, red marks laid out on his body seemed to spark something inside of you. He looked beautiful. And you wanted to absolutely wreck him.

You had talked over and over about safewords and what to do if it got to be too much, but of course he was enjoying himself and didn’t want you to stop, no matter how torturous it may have been for him .

He was so far gone, pretty tears rolling down his cheeks as his hips arched up into the cool air of the bedroom, cock throbbing and begging to be touched, practically dripping in his pre-cum. Just a little touch, just a little bit and he’d cum.

“Oh god, please! I can’t- please fuck me- please I need it so bad-“ he blabbered, blond hair a mess as he threw his head back into the soft pillows with a cry. He tugged at the restraints on his wrists, wincing as his skin was beginning to rub raw.

You set the whip down on the bedside drawer before crawling on top of him, pulling him into a searing hot kiss. Your own dick throbbed heavily between your thighs, having been neglected this whole time.

Taking yourself in your hand, you stroked carefully, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as you bit down on Gallant’s bottom lip, causing him to mewl.

He was completely wrapped around your finger. Totally entranced by your beauty.

His breath hitched as you propped his legs up, running a finger down the red welts covering his thighs before going down to his ass, running your hand down his cheek before spitting in your hand.

You carefully slipped a finger past his tight ring of muscles, watching as his face contorted in pleasure, chest rising and falling. Sweat covered his body as he closed his eyes, tugging at the restraints still.

Before no time at all, you were three fingers deep in him, making sure to get him nice and prepped for your cock.

He melted into the much needed pleasure, cock still laying hot and heavy on his lower stomach, covering it in his sticky, viscous pre-cum.

“Just fuck me already!” He urged, rolling his hips down into your touch.

“Are you suggesting that you’re being ungrateful for what you’ve already been given?” You asked, picking the whip back up and running it along his now heaving chest.

“No! No n-no I’m not please-“ He begged, bottom lip quivering.

“Oh my pretty boy, I think you are. And you know what happens when you complain?” You pulled your fingers

from him. He groaned, trying to push back against them before yelping as you brought the whip down onto his tummy.

A red mark was left in its wake. You knew you weren’t hurting him too badly, because he hadn’t used his safe word, and he was moaning. What an interesting being he was.

“Fuck me daddy! Please I’ll be good, I promise!” He cried out, hips arching into nothing, eyes filling with a new wave of hot, salty tears as he begged.

“We’ll see about that.” You chuckled softly. Darkly. This was extremely entertaining to you, which was a surprise. You figured you wouldn’t be the best at doing what he had asked, but once you had begun, it just came naturally to you.

You set the whip down for good this time, deciding he’d had enough of it for today. Looking over him you saw a mess of sweat, and red marks covering his milky frame. He looked absolutely disheveled, but you weren’t anywhere near being done yet.

Soon enough you were balls deep inside him, pulling him back by his sweaty blonde hair as he moaned freely. He was always so fucking loud. And you loved it

“Fuck daddy please! Fucking me so fucking good- FUCK!” He cursed, arching his back into you as you slipped deeper inside him, hitting his prostate on every other thrust in.

He was on his hands and knees as you thrust into him from behind, each thrust had him lurching forward, his head between his arms as his chest heaved. His hair hung in his eyes as he closed them, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth as he grinned. He loved it rough.

Your hands traced the marks that were left on his ass and thighs from previous moments before, smiling to yourself at how well you had marked him. He’d surely be sore for a few days, but you knew he loved every second of it. What a masochist.

You pulled him back up by his hair, your thrusts never ceasing as he cried out, Adam’s apple bobbing hard as his throat was extended backwards. He opened his eyes and grinned at you, a line of drool slipping from the side of his lips as he whimpered

“So good to me daddy, FUCKKK me so good, god you’re one of a kind.” He was always such a talker, even when you were fucking him senseless and if you didn’t love it so much, it would be annoying as hell. But you happened to love hearing his dirty words

“I’m so close! God please let me cum I’ve been such a good boy please I’ve been waiting so long daddy-“ he arched further back into you, cock twitching between his thighs. He rarely needed to be touched to cum, the pleasure from being fucked roughly in the ass more than enough to get him over the edge.

It was true, he had been such a good boy and he had endured all of his punishments like an absolute champ, waiting so patiently to cum.

Your thrusts got a bit shakier, losing their rhythm as you pounded into him “cum, come on baby been so good for me, cum, show me how good it feels.”

And he didn’t need to be told twice, he came heavy and hard, his white sticky cum covering the sheets beneath you and would no doubt need to be washed after.

He nearly collapsed but you held him up as you pounded harder into him, you were so close.

“Cum in me daddy, please give it to me. Give me your cum.” He groaned, in a haze from his orgasm

Within a few more thrusts you tipped over the edge, spilling deep inside him before you let go of him, his body collapsing onto the bed.

You went at it like this most of the week, because gallant was a needy little whore and you were all too happy to indulge in him whenever he wanted.

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quicksilversg1rl · 1 year

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Are there any other characters I should add to my masterlist

If anyone has any in mind (can be Evans characters or other characters/actors) let me knw

Bc I was thinking I could write for…

Jeff Pfister 😭😭

Malcolm Gallant (Male Reader obvi)

Max Cooperman

If I do write for Cooper Day it would only be fluff

I’ll even write for Clay from the Lazarus Effect lmao

And then none Evan Characters…

Jake Sully 😭🙏

Lee from Bones and All

And that’s all I can think of really

So yea just let me knw :)

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pretzel-bunnie · 4 months

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hi guys! I've recently made an Evan Peters fanclub discord server, where we can talk about him, or honestly anything else. it's not very active right now (as of 1/1/24) but that can change :)

hope to see y'all there :)

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stupidlyobbsessed · 8 months

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I think I'm gonna try writing evan peters fics give me requests and ideas pls

#american horror story #evan peters #ahs #evan peters smut #smut #evan peters characters #evan peters fanfic #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #franken kyle #jimmy darling #james patrick march #rory monahan #kai anderson #mr gallant #austin sommers

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princessbun-ee · 11 months

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i’m feelinggg… new evan content today???

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widowsofchaos · 2 months

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could you please do prompt 168 with carol x fem reader? if you’re comfortable writing that of course:)

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐭

synopsis: Trying to find peace at your job’s gala, but a familiar haunting shadow finds you once more.

pairing: dark!Carol Danvers x brown!fem!reader

ao3 // modern au // 5k words.

warnings: dubious wlw smut (forced stimulation, vaginal fingering), stockholm syndrome, toxic established relationship, domestic violence, mention of childhood abuse.

a/n: Carol’s outfit reference. title is a reference to the song, Mary by Alex G. requested 168. “Don’t get too close to that one, she’ll singe your fingertips and have you on your knees.” from this dialogue prompt list. dog metaphors, because I must write pain. Channeled my inner amy dunne for Carol. I’m sorry that I’m just finishing this 2 years later, but I hope whoever requested this, I hope you see this! <3

“She became the parent, the lover, the friend you’ve always craved for—- and yet, here you are,”

The truth can sting, just the sharp tip of a knife, flickering at the raw flesh. Poking and prodding till there’s small plots of ichor forming.

“——broken…” Her index finger arched, halting her words, still a vivid memory, “…. but not beyond repair.”

A scoff escapes.

“What is love without hate, I guess.” Unconsciously it spewed from your lips, the vowels felt like acidic vomit. A pregnant silence arose.

That all knowing head tilt, with those observant eyes—- always earned uncomfortable tension within you.

“Love isn’t meant to be confused with hate.”

The cigarette burns slow between your clenched fingers, nursing three fingers deep. Brown liquor swishes against the carved rocks glass, its clear silver grooves twinkles under the gala’s vermilion hues.

Fragments of words compulsively knock against the walls of your brain; as you mull at the gala’s open bar. A scorned woman who just wants peace, and quiet. Lingering stains of hurt that can last a lifetime settles to silence for once in a long time.

Showered an ugly duckling with affections, and built the pillars of security. Growing up in a childhood filled with anxiety and fear of attachments, lingering stains of abuse from the very beings who birthed you into this world.

She cleaned you, bandaged the scars, and assured you that she was the only one who adored you—- persisted that she was the only one who would.

Now, fighting violently in the legal battlefield of divorce, these past weeks have been mentally exhausting —- all whilst handling the burdening responsibilities of your profession.

Your very mind and hands helped craft this sophisticated gallery.

Your boss, Mr. Laufeyson, opened a new exhibit in the National art museum—- Norse history, one of his niche fixations. A man birthed on Norwegian soil, but raised in the monarchal land of England.

An established man who often seeks to explore the rich culture of his ancestors with much sophisticated adoration, and esteem. The Norse exhibit is now the largest section of the institution, with vast collections of rare artifacts protected behind hard stainless glass.

He breathed down your neck for long weeks, you had the task of restoring each piece that had been brought in, nearly breaking your damn back from all the hovering.

A gala bustling with a sea of middle-class folk, and self-proclaimed aristocrats of New York. You sought solace at the open bar, smoking a stogie—- and slipping into the whiskey.

It wasn’t a preferred choice, but it helps give a quick kick to your nerves. Seeking solitude away from pressures to gallant with faux professionalism, and an particular noisy friend, who should be presenting the Norse gods section.

Earlier, she was pestering with a thousand questions flying by the mouth —- if you ever gave thought to rekindling with Carol.

Dissociating into a mindless static, flickering at your clear square nails, as your cigarette burns slowly. At first, the mention of this exhibit with your boss months ago sent you into a frenzy of joy, but now—- it’s a dreadful experience.

All you long for is to start your weekend, to cuddle with your daug—-

“What an incredible scent you have—-”

Oh God, no.

“—- is that Histoires de Parfums, 1969?”

Fuck.

“I haven’t been around that perfume in a long time.”

It’s as if she can smell you a mile away.

A sensual, purring voice whispers near you. A shadowing silhouette eclipses the shimmering ceiling lights from your peripheral vision.

Your lips wrinkle, restraining the foreboding tears of frustration. Tightly nodding, swallowing a sob. Your breathing becomes heavier.

A hum, “It really smells wonderful.” With precision, the shadow sits onto the empty seat beside you.

“Thank you.” A forced smile curls at your mouth.

“With that scent, I’m surprised you’re not being hounded by the men here tonight.” A subtle wordplay, are you looking for anyone tonight?

As if your mind has forgotten all the bad, and reminisces on the good, all the fun, all the beauty that once blossomed.

“It’s not men I'm looking for.” You whisper, snuffing the cigarette into a provided ash-tray. A creamy hand strokes your knuckles, and your skin shivers under your blouse.

A jolt to your groin, and your breath hitches. All she can do is just touch you, and it’s as if you can get on your knees, and forgive her for everything.

“Why?”

You can see that pearly grin, from the corner of your eye, teasing and twisting.

“They’re too easy to hunt?”

You exhale a chuckle, eyes still trained onto the glistening counter.

“They bore me.”

“So—” Her voice lulls as a moan, “—- see anyone worthwhile?” Her fingers curl around your glass, twirling it by the rim. Your lipstick stain faces her direction, and bold as always, she lifts for a sip. Connecting the lip stain to hers, her eyes never leave yours.

It’s not tacky, nor forceful. How she moves is as if it is her nature.

Your eyes gaze over your shoulder, taking a full look. Finally, to drink in the force of nature that is your estranged wife—- Carol.

Her blonde tresses cascade on her shoulders, milky breasts on display. A pristine, black dress, that cuts and splits at the chest hem, polished nails, and clean skin. Her dress halts near her knees.

“Well, I have my eye on a blonde tonight.” You say timidly. Tenderly, your eyes glance fleetingly, a quick trace over Carol’s bodice, nearly losing your composure.

A pregnant pause.

That pretty pink mouth stretches smugly, as if the cat that got the cream. The hooks caught the flesh.

“You like blondes.”

Her tone lingers as an open question, guising the truth.

“Just one in particular.”

Sinking now, the hooks are tugging.

“Really?” Carol leans, her eyes hooded. “Which one?” Pretending to scan her eyes across the ocean of people.

But your eyes remain fixated on her. As if you were a lost puppy, just gazing at its human. Lucidly, influcating between the spaces of yearning, and guilt.

How at ease Carol is, as if nothing was wrong. The charming woman, the woman you thought she was. The woman she wanted you to think she was.

“The one in the black dress.” You say softly, and defeated brown eyes.

Carol’s eyes gaze back at you from the corner of her oculus, downcasting with a mirth, humming a chuckle. “Don’t get too close to that one, she’ll singe your fingertips and have you on your knees.” She shakes her head, an enticing warning.

A dangerous but delicious fruit hanging at your reach. She wants you to take the bait, urging you to—- to get you back in her grasp, and if she does, she won’t let you go.

This game, a cat and mouse play, is all too familiar. Playing as strangers, attracted together by lust, and curiosities—- the type of curiosity to feel the other’s flesh, subtle carnality. Act out, with playful words, pretend to be different people.

It slowly suffocates you, a twang in your chest, a reminder that this isn’t normal.

She isn’t normal.

Carol can be an array of personalities, she can be the doting wife, the whore in bed, the mother—- she can be the bitch with a violent mouth. Different faces for different folk, no one knows her true self, and she’s good at it —- real good.

So, when you tried to seek help from friends, they couldn’t believe it, nor did they want to. You’re not surprised that Carol snuck into the gala—- your co-worker, Maria, who you thought was a true friend —- the matchmaker from hell, let her in, unknowingly allowing the terror onto you.

But, that’s no surprise. Maria has been Carol’s right hand since their days in the Air Force.

None of your friends believe you—- and, it’s hurtful to admit, you’re too scared to speak about all the hurt Carol made you endure over the years.

Barely spoke of the discomfort Carol used against you, and all your shared friends thought you misinterpreted. All saying that Carol is just head-strong, and that you two are perfect together.

Carol feeds the fire with a ‘She’s just going through a tough time.’

Boundaries aren’t respected, everyone trying to push you back together, inviting Carol in social events —- to the point where you didn’t go out anymore, and just drowned in work.

“I like challenges.” Carol softly leans in, her breath fans the bare skin of your shoulder, “All the more fun when I win.” Her voice drops low, to a wispy whisper.

Her body heat engulfs you, and your eyes droop with haziness for a slick second. You can’t—- not again. No matter how intoxicating she can be, how delicious, it’s not worth your peace.

You’re too drunk for this.

“This cat is too tired to entertain.”

“Who said you were the cat?” Carol’s brow arches, halting you in your step. Carol’s infliction hardens, from the corner of your oculus, you can see the clench of her jawline. That pretty mouth morphed into a restrained frown, the same one you see before a punishment.

An offense has been made.

“I didn’t realize the roles were switched.”

The mask slips.

It’s always her way, her rules. Because no matter how clever, how coy the mouse can be, the cat always wins.

“You’re getting brave on me?” Carol asks.

And now the mask has been dropped.

“I think it’s best I leave.” You quickly collect yourself, a bit wobbly from the alcohol. Leaning against the counter to regain your composure, trying to stand upright.

Not this time. You won’t fall for her charm.

Carol sucks her teeth, “You’re seriously going to leave? Aren’t you tired of this childish bullshit?” Crossing her arms against her chest, lips wrinkling into a scowl. Carol talks as if scolding a child.

Your body twists in a haste, “My bullshit?” Your teeth are gritting harshly, hissing. Angry eyes pierce over the hill of your shoulder, fingernails digging into the leather of your purse; if not the leather, her eyes preferrable.

But this is a place of work, no matter how elegant the night is, you will scream if you have to—- just to escape her. You click your tongue, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I mean I’m usually amused by your brattiness,” Carol laughs sarcastically. “But, now it’s gotten too far.” Her fingertips graze your arm, toying with you, soft and playful—— her fingers grasp your arm in a clutch, earning a whine.

Her eyes are hooded, nearly tugging you downwards. A whine bubbles at the pit of your throat, too terrified to even move.

“You have to come back home.” Carol says, a strain to be sweet, but it’s as if a monster tries to be human. “I miss you.” She purrs, but her eyes … are cold, and agitated.

You remain silent, closing your eyes shut, gliding down in your seat. “Carol… have you signed the divorce papers, yet?” Your eyes stay glued to the sticky counter.

Carol chuckles, “You’re going to try to talk business to me, and you can’t even look me in the eye?” Her baby pink polished nails thump against the bar, thump thump thump.

“I don’t want to fight anymore.”

“And neither do I.” She sips her drink, smirking into the cup, “But it seems my wife likes to play games.” So light, so sarcastic, chastising you as if this was a running joke on your end.

“Carol, for fucks sake.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, “You made me go crazy.” You bite on those words, full teeth. Fingers curling into makeshift claws, vowels spilling as acidic vomit.

“Controlled me, like I was your puppet.” Your fingers curl and slither in gesture. “Manipulated me against the world, against our friends.” Your mouth opened again, the words weighing heavy against your mouth, but a hum interrupted.

“Look up at me when you talk.” Carol says, your eyes peer up through your lashes, owlishly. “If you’re going to lie, you might as well make it convincing.” She licks her lips, tasting the remnants of her liquor.

“I —- I—” you can’t find the words to even respond. You stare at her incredulously, she will never admit to it. Even now, she has you questioning your own sanity, if it was even worth fighting against her.

It’s not worth screaming about it. Not anymore.

“I have to go.” Swiftly, you stand up, with a bated breath.

“That’s how you talk to the mother of your child?”

Stiffening, as the hairs that align a cat’s spine, “Don’t you dare!” Your index finger pointing, shouting in a hush. “Stop using Kamala against me—” your voice wavers, throat nearly choking a sob, “You did enough of that in court.” Big brown eyes sheening wet, the last nerve shot.

Trying to maintain a level of calm, eyes fluttering back and forth around, seeing if anyone has witnessed your outburst.

“I don’t even have to do that,” Carol’s open palm gestures to your rigid stance, “she can see perfectly fine how erratic you’ve been.” Carol hisses, making your nose scrunch up.

Kamala adores — idolizes— Carol. So memorized by her strong, willful mother, since she was a waddling baby.

You haven’t dared utter a bad word about Carol in-front of Kamala, fearing to shatter the fragile bubble you curated as a shield for her. You wouldn’t let her witness the court meetings, especially the negotiations of joint custody.

By every fiber of your being, you’ve tried to make this separation as discreet as possible—- but Carol has been a devil, bulldozing those efforts. To make you appear as the bad parent.

You can’t stand her lawyer, Carol hired one who hails from Hell’s Kitchen—- fitting since he’s a thorn upon your rib. Subtlety bringing up your mental health, questioning your abilities as a mother —- no doubt, Carol was chewing his ear off about your past.

All Kamala knows is that her mothers are splitting up, with foreign lawyers, and that she now has to split weekends—- those pained brown eyes, her puffed cheeks, it kills you deeply—- all the guilt weighs on you, it feels as if you’re to blame for all the problems.

“You’ve taken so much from me, Carol.” You lean in, kneeling at her eye level. “My dignity, my peace— shit— even my sanity.” Your body anxiously fidgeting, breath quickening.

“But I will not, let you take my child away from me.” Your fingers dive into your purse, fumbling with irate, snagging the last cash you had—- with the finality of this conversation, slamming the money onto the marble countertop.

You carried Kamala, incubated inside you for nine months, fed her from your breast—- you will not lose her, not over your cold dead body.

“Goodnight, Carol.”

Sharply, you turn on your heel, leaving Carol without turning back. Walking with a gait, faking confidence, but truly at your core, a gnawing sense of uneasiness.

The corridor stretches as a miniature maze, the more you descend out of the gala, the less crowded it is. Turning left and right, trying to find the exit.

The ambiance is of grainy gray, the tinted blurred windows are foggy with the night’s shadows.

The echoes of clicking heels are faint, your mind doesn’t register, as your own feet and mind are stuck on auto-pilot.

“There she goes again,” an agitated voice snags your attention, brows furrowing, “always acting like the little victim.”

Not granted the chance to realize, in a flash, just as quick as you turned your head, rough hands grab you by the curve of your shoulders, throttling you against the chilled wall pavement.

Earning a hiss, and a gasp, stinging pain births and stretches along the muscles of your spine. Quickly, your fingers fruitlessly try to claw at Carol’s, but all it does is make her more enraged.

Carol thrashes you once more against the wall, and another for good measure; airy gasps of pain escapes you, tears beading at your lashes. That militant discipline seeps from her pores, it’s not a stranger to you, the rough edges of her touch is a familiar bruise.

“It may have worked with the rest of the world,” Carol barks in your face, nose to nose, “but it’s not going to work with me.”

Sniffling, your chin wobbles, trying to restrain a sob that burns your throat raw.

Carol hums, that tut of a sympathetic mother, “Look at us.” Her thumbs rubbing your shoulders, pressing on the blooming bruises. “I don’t like it when we fight.

Eerily, she influcates from predator to savior, “You always get erratic, and you know it upsets me.” Leaning in, her pink lips press a kiss on a falling tear.

“Where’s my special girl?” Carol whispers. Fear is beating inside of you, buzzing as tv static. Staring at Carol through your hooded lids, terrified, and confused.

Carol purrs, awaiting for an answer.

“I’m here.” Barely a murmur, you speak softly.

Carol thrives off of her aggression. But it’s not the traditional masculinity that some women possess in their personalities. She feels it’s the only gift her father ever gave her.

“It’s very cute that you try to fight me.” Carol mocks, her knuckles stroke your cheek. Carol hums, her eyes tracing over every facial feature.

“Let me see if she missed me.”

A string of no no no slip from you meekly.

One of Carol’s hands graze over your shoulder, twirling her fingers into your hair—- gripping between her fingers tightly. To then cup the nape of your neck, her thumb pressing slightly over your pulse point.

As she has you pinned by the scruff, her other hand flows down your cavlices, to your clothed breast—- she snags the collar to expose skin.

Groping a handful of your tit, she mutters still so soft, traveling down the path of your navel—- with a quick precision, Carol snatches your groin; more like clawing.

A sharp gasp escapes you, and all she does is laugh.

A quick glance at the end of the hallway, praying that nobody turns the corner. Carol snickers. “Afraid someone will catch us?” You exhale a huff, nose flaring.

“I remember you used to be quite adventurous.”

“That’s when I was young and stupid.”

Her eyes narrow, pinching your vagina in her hand even tighter. With her knee, she wedges her thigh between your shaky legs, spreading you more open.

Slithering her hand through the stitched fabric, her knuckles stroking your sensitive skin. Your breathing becomes heavier, and all she does is smirk.

Moving your panties to the side, Carol’s makes herself home to your body. Ashamed to feel yourself grow wet, and Carol moans.

“It seems she missed me.”

All unbridled frustration hits the hilt, you cry in a stretched whine, thrashing in her hold. In need to escape, you wanted to go home, away from her.

All these weeks of trying to flee from her, do the right thing to gain custody, to live a good life, give your daughter stability —- all of it goes down the drain by her simple touch.

Beating on her arms with fists, slapping and trying to knee her in a weak spot. Carol’s eyes darken—- as if she’s bored of the insolence.

Carol pushes her weight onto you, pinning to the wall. And her fingers don’t cease on her assault.

“I hate you.” You choke on a wail, your head tilting up as a child.

“I’ve saved you.” An expert circular motion of her fingertips, sending a jolt to your bundle of nerves.

“Who else can say that?” Carol leans in, her head tilting, as her lips meet your cheek.

Softly, she kisses you, caressing and grazing against the skin of your cheek.

“I took care of you, and you just want to leave?” Carol’s pink tongue slithers between her lips, licking and nibbling. Boldly, her fingers dove between your folds, playing with your wetness.

“You wanted a savior, baby, I’m it.” The bridge of Carol’s nose traces yours, humming at the wet sensation of your tears. “You were nothing before me—-” another finger plunging inside you, “—- and you will be nothing after me.”

“I — I — would rather be alone.” You say with a stammer, lips wet with tears. Mouth curling into a brave scowl, regaining some bravery, “I’ll be fine.”

Carol’s face leans a little back, tilting her head mockingly. “When I say nothing after me, I mean it—-” Carol’s teeth bare as fangs, “you’ll be buried six feet deep, before I let you go.” Her fingers grip the nape of your neck, tugging you in.

“No one can ever have you.” She whispers.

Your eyes are owlish, you don’t doubt her…. her time in the boot camp was extensive, you felt her trained strength many times—- she loves like a knife. Many bruises healed over the years.

Not brutal beatings, but very handsy.

A glimmer of fear suffocates you, your body keels as a leashed dog.

Her fingers slither against your peach fuzz, slipping between your mound, toying with your wetness. Splitting your velvety folds apart, Carol vulgarly strokes you with her fingers sloppily, staining the hem of your panties.

Carol grinds herself onto your thigh, you can feel a wet spot pooling at her silk panties. Your fingers are digging into her forearms. A rough dance of humping and grinding, both reaching for a high.

Your wet walls can’t help but suck her inside, clenching tight. Fiercely plunging in and out—— it’s been some time. Since the last time, you were touched. It’s bordering on painful, a bit tight.

You did entertain another for a while. A woman you met at a bar. Short dark chestnut hair, a soft posh english accent, a bold yet cheeky mouth. She said her name was G’iah, you never met anyone with such a name.

Despite the attraction, the idea of offering yourself physically was too overwhelming. But, the emotional energy was wonderful. It was a breath of fresh air.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to love another.

Skin screaming for touch, yet your heart is trying to fight back. The flesh only reminisces the good, but all the hurtful memories are chained to your mind.

Carol’s mouth ajar, hovering over the meat of your cheek. Your face scrunches, eyes tight, a whine boils at your throat. She breathes a chuckle. She always finds amusement in your misery.

Carol loves to play God—- the Old Testament God. In the carnal sense, and in spite. Worship her, and only need her, obey every command, but commit a sin—- and she shall see to it, that her pettiness will rule over your life.

Her fingers spread, your slick connects to her fingertips, flickering the gossamer thin threads between her expert fingers, diving into you.

Her teeth grazes your cheek, her warm breath cascading against your mouth. Torn between closing your thighs to stop her, or thrust your hips into her hand.

Carol’s tongue slips out, and kitten licks your parted lips. Her pink tongue licks your canines, inhaling your breath. Sweet scent of liquor coats your tongue, Carol suckles into her mouth, moaning at the taste.

A lewd pop comes from Carol pulling back on your tongue, as her fingers curl harsher. Bordering on pain, the pleasure is electric. Pulsing through you, as her thumb toys with your swollen clit.

Her moans are animalistic, you can feel her pussy splitting, a sensation of silk and waxed bare skin. Her clit is grinding fully onto your thigh. It feels so damn good.

A part of you wants her to cum on you. To use you.

Carol’s face tilts away from yours. Her brown eyes swirl with malice, narrowing for a split moment. A smile stretches.

“Kamala would be so hurt to lose her mommy—” Carol’s words earn a mean eye from you, but all she does is laugh humorlessly. “How could you abandon our child?”

Like a stab to your heart, Carol just twists the edge deeper. Her fingers still deep inside you, clenching in need for her to finish— to get you right at the precipice.

“I would never leave Kamala,” you speak with a strain, a rough slice at your throat. “I love her.” Bordering on pleading, your eyes water-sunk.

“Then why do you make her cry?”

“What?”

“Every night she asks why her mom isn’t home,” Carol leans more of her weight on your belly. Her fingers fucking you harshly, hitting that sweet spot so perfectly. Your juices are now soaking down her hand.

“She cries till she falls asleep. She thinks you hate her.”

Torn between rutting your hips into her palm, grinding and fucking her fingers as if it was one of Carol’s toys —- and the need for space, to free yourself from these clutches.

Salty tears fall to your wrinkling lips, shaking from silent tears.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Carol says, her voice smooth and affectionate. Her lips pouted, “We can be together again.” Her shiny blonde hair kisses her lashes, in the grainy city lights, she looks innocent.

“Don’t you want to be a family again?”

She pushes her fingers further, slowly playing with your clit— and then stops, edging you. She can feel your spongy walls nearly spasming. Carol knows how to play the strings of your flesh.

Damn her.

“I do.” Your voice gurgles in a sob.

You know she’s tricking you… and you enjoy it.

In some deep seeded—- an absolutely fucked —- part of you, relishes in it. Because it’s all you know. But, it’s that glimmer of tenderness, the kisses, and honeyed words that pulls you back in.

Back to mutilate yourself on her knife over and over again. And isn't that what love is? Carol would say, time and time again, after the dust settles from her fits of rage.

Wet squelching floods your ears, echoing throughout the empty hallway. Your hand trails to her waist, gripping her dress, roughly grazing the smooth skin of her waist.

Legs entangled, and Carol’s thrusts are getting faster, sloppy. Her moans are getting high-pitched, away from primal and more girlish.

You cling to her, in this moment, you just need to feel anything. And you know she needed it too.

A burst of euphoria, hanging onto each other, as if both would fall apart. Carol felt it, how you spasmed on her fingers. Clenching so tight, trapping her hand for a moment.

Bated breaths dance against each other, hair flying by the breeze of huffing. Yours are gasps of relief.

In a desperate plea, you reach for a kiss, but Carol pulls away.

“I hope you learned something …” Carol hisses, her fingers stroking between your slippery folds, agitating your over-stimulated clit. The meat of your thigh quivers, tailbone pinching as you try to mesh into the wall, far from her.

Carol takes her fingers out, leaving behind an empty feeling—- like a void. Without blinking, Carol unabashedly suckles on her two fingers, tasting you.

“I hope you make the right decision.” Carol whispers against her tips. Pulling her warm weight off of your bodice, a chill sweeps against the tepid sense of your belly.

Carol hums for a moment with a stony face. She tugs on the collar of your dress, the top of your bosom exposed —- it was a stiff gesture.

Without a word, Carol posed her spine, and walked away, a snide side-eye.

Leaving you behind with an ache between your thighs, love bites across your chest, and fresh bruises. Left behind in the chilled hallway, and in wrinkled attire —- as if you were a used whore.

Your head falls, crying into your chest. Your fingers pulling your dress down, your inner thighs tender. Your fingertips touch the wet spot Carol left behind near your knee.

A pause.

It’s wrong, but you crave her taste. Suckling your fingertips into the cave of your mouth.

You can still smell her fragrance lingering—- and yet, you crave it, hoping it clung to your dress.

Timid footfalls carry you through the high-end residential hallway. Bated breath, and in wrinkled clothes, you lift and loosely drop your luggage in your grip. Pacing back and forth, trying to salvage any scrap of courage to knock.

Your head is bowing down, chin to chest. A stop in-front of the door. The reasoning motivating your surrender blurs—- is it for Kamala only, or is it also that a loyal dog who always forgives?

A silent white flag has been waived.

A lonely dog always comes back.

Dull steps creep closer, syncing with the beat of your heart. One unlock, and another follows. Defeat seeps from your pores, a bone-rattling warning siren echoing in the rush of your ears.

The door knob slowly twists, as if she’s mocking you. But not a second more, the door creaks open. Green eyes blink back with mirth, and a smile.

No words are needed.

Carol hums, stroking your hair, fingers gliding down the terrain of your neck, guiding you inside by the nape of your neck.

Awaiting on the bed is a silk nightie, and skincare, curated by Carol’s choice. Pristine, wrinkled-free silk. Not one flaw in sight.

She knew you would come back. A cocky woman, and yet she’s never wrong. A stir of irate coils in your belly, but it’s snuffed before it can disrupt.

In the dark, you tip-toe down the hall. Elated and relieved, it felt like a century crept by, but it was only a week of separation.

Weekends weren’t enough. You needed to see her everyday.

Brown fingers slowly grasp at the knob, twisting open. The white walls are adorned by the flash of a night light that glows small stars glimmering against the ceiling.

A room of action figures, anime, music posters and a wall dedicated to her drawings. That familiar scent that never really went away, that baby smell that clung to her as an infant.

Kneeling into her bed, curling under the blanket. Legs curling underneath you, knees bent, as you caress Kamala’s scalp, furling her hair behind the shell of her ear. Your brown fingers melt into the onyx shine of her tresses.

Her sleepy cheeks puffed, she looks like a sleeping cherub. Silently, tears cascade against the hill of your nose, staining the pillow sheet.

For months, you’ve tried to conjure ideas on how to run away from this life with Kamala, but all your ideas end up in the possible reality of being arrested with charges of kidnapping, and never seeing your daughter again.

The truth of the matter is -— you will crawl skin bare in the deepest parts of hell just for her. Suffering silently in these marital ruins, for the sake of being able to raise your only child, is what you will do.

You don’t know what you want with Carol —- you don’t have anything else to offer as a wife, besides submitting your entire being as a sacrificial offering.

It’s all she ever wanted. Wholesome love is seen as a defect in Carol’s eyes, a trait taught to her by her father. Control over everything is what brings her peace. And being cared for is what brings you solace.

The only person in the world Carol doesn’t unleash her wrath upon, who she adores entirely, is Kamala. Never once has Carol raised her voice, nor her hand at Kamala.

It’s disturbing, to see Carol be so genuine in her affections.

But, you’re ever so grateful. Despite being a masochist, under all the rubble harboring in your cavity— is a little girl suffocating for tenderness. For anything, just for someone to hold her.

Carol is a peculiar creature, and yet she has driven you to the brink of madness over the last stretched months, because she can’t bear to lose you —-- that has to mean something, right?

But as you lay here, wallowing in the dead silence, staring at Kamala slumbering —-a thought came to you; a lingering fear. Paranoia gnawing at you, chewing away bit by bit.

You wouldn’t want Kamala to suffer like this one day.

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Kinkmas: Day 6

Day 6 - Blindfold

Word Count: 1,308

Pairing: soft!dom!Malcolm Gallant x sub!male!Reader

Warning: Fluffy smut, aphrodisiacs, oral sex, blindfold, anal sex

Summary: After a long day of work, you come home to an unexpected and fun surprise.

You hadn’t known that your boyfriend was planning on anything special today. You had been tense and hated that you were going to be home late again because of bad traffic and weather. You prayed that your job wouldn’t make you work so late again and you hoped that Malcolm wouldn’t get upset. When you finally made it to your shared home, you put your jacket on the rack and tried your best to shake all the rain out of your hair. “Hey, baby,” he called out, walking towards you.

He gave you a hug and kissed your cheek. “I missed you.” You breathed into his scent and smiled as you relaxed into his embrace. “I missed you too, baby.” He grabbed you by your hand and led you to the bedroom. “So, I was thinking that because you’re always gone so much, maybe you’d like to relax and enjoy your boyfriend or I could relax and enjoy you. It’s all about you, whatever you prefer.” He opened the door and you saw your room dimly lit by candles and your favorite flower petals on the ground.

“Mal, you went all out for me, didn’t you?” He shrugged his shoulders. “A king deserves the best or at least the closest thing to the best. This isn’t organized how I originally planned but it’s the best I could do.” You smiled at him. “It’s beautiful like you. I’m very tired and stressed so I think you’ll have to do all the work tonight. I’m sorry. I just can’t really do all that I want.” He smiled. “It’s okay. I can take care of you. Just undress for me and lay down. Relax.” You stripped down until you were fully naked then laid in the bed. You watched him strip down to nothing, grabbing a small bottle of lube and crawling in bed with you.

He kissed you and you instantly kissed him back, your hand tugging on his hair as he cupped your face. He moaned in the kiss, enjoying the way you played with his hair. The kiss felt almost like an eternity and before you knew it, your boyfriend was now in your lap, fully straddling you as the two of you made out. You sucked his bottom lip then gently bit it when the kiss broke, turning him on even more. He started to kiss down your body, leaving a few hickies here and there to ensure you remembered this moment. You felt yourself heating up with more and more lust as time went on and you felt a bit strange. “Mal, did you do something to me?”

“It’s the scent of the candles, sweetie. It’s made with multiple aphrodisiacs to get you fully in the mood, not that you weren’t going to be before. Look it at as an extra boost.” You thought for a while about his words but you were drawn away from them when you felt his warm mouth around your cock. “Fuck, Mal,” you groaned out as his mouth suctioned around you and he took you in deeper. He moaned around your length, gently fondling your balls as he sucked you off. His mouth did wonders, quickly bringing you to the epitome of ecstasy. You looked down at him, almost cumming at the sight. He was jerking himself off as he continued bobbing his head, his eyes watching you as you started to squirm and your cock started to twitch.

Before you knew it, your release was pouring into his mouth and he swallowed it all eagerly. He removed himself from you, no longer touching himself. He got up and grabbed a blindfold, a smile on his face. “I wanted to do something a bit different since you’re on the receiving end for a change. You don’t mind if I blindfold you do you?” You felt impossibly harder and did your best to reply. “No.” He came over to you, wrapping the material around your head and tying it.

He then reached for the lube. You heard some sounds, not knowing what he was doing until his fingers were sliding and curling inside of you until you were ready. He then put some lube on his cock, slowly sliding into you. Moans and groans spilled from both of your mouths at the feeling of physical connection. He went slow, putting all his love and affection into what he was doing, making you feel a different type of pleasure that no one else could ever grant you.

His lips stayed on you, giving you various kisses in multiple places that he could reach as his thrusts went deeper inside you. Your fingernails made small crescent marks on his shoulders and back as he continued. He constantly told you hushed ‘I love yous’, moaning and groaning your name, then cursing in between from the feeling of your tightness.

You did the same, feeling him so deep inside of you that it made you see stars. Your words became gibberish as he continued, his cock hitting your prostate and making your toes curl. “Mal, f-fuck, yes,” you gasped out, wishing and yearning to look at him. You imagined there to be as much love as there was lust in his eyes, his mouth in the form of an O shape, and his eyes fluttering as you were both getting closer to your climax. You could’ve cum from the image you thought of alone. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and marking up your sweet spot. He placed your legs higher on his waist, providing a better angle that allowed him more access to you.

“You’re so mm, pretty. You take me so, oh, fucking well.” You knew that more praises from him would make you a mess in his arms and apparently he knew it too. He spurred you on, telling you how beautiful you were, how your body was basically made for him, and how good you were. This caused you to cum rather hard, your legs trembling and your nails practically clawing into him. He didn’t seem to care, his main thoughts on you as he brought you down from your recent high. He pulled out of you, his eyes on yours and the blindfold now removed from your eyes. “Your turn, baby. Do what you want.” Your mind was now filled with various ideas of what exactly to do with Malcolm Gallant. You looked down at him, filling a strong need to have him fill you up.

You got on top of him and lowered down on his length. Before he could let out a word of his expression, you were kissing him on his collarbone and making him groan as you bounced rapidly. The sound of your skin slapping was prominent. You found it satisfying to hear the noises that filled the air as you passionately fucked him. He raised up a little, now meeting your movements with his own. You were cock drunk from it, wishing nothing other than to feel this pleasure solely from him. You kissed one another, your tongues dancing around as you both reached your peak. You gasped at the feeling of his warm and thick seed filling you up just as you wanted.

You stayed there like that, cuddled up against each other with your bodies connected until you could finally lift off of him and lay beside him. “I needed that so much, baby. Thank you.” Your boyfriend nodded his head. “Me too. Today was so boring and exhausting before you came home.” He laid on your chest and you kissed his forehead. “I feel the same.” He started to kiss down your body and you looked at him. “What are you doing?” He smirked up at you. “Starting another round.” You couldn’t argue with that, already hardening from the thought.

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evanspresso · 2 years

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The blind date

listen to this tension filled song while reading.

The end of August is always the time where y/n desperately tries to hold onto her last moments of freedom before going back to the east coast.

Sometimes she doesn’t understand why she decided to stay in the city, most of her friends attend school in the west coast and she always regrets deciding to stay in her comfort zone. Especially when she has to say goodbye.

So, when y/n receives a text from her friend telling her that they were going to meet her boyfriend and his best friend for lunch, y/n excitedly replied with a bunch of smiley faces after receiving the details. Of course, she never had a clue on who she would be meeting, or what her friends intention of lunch would actually be.

As y/n climbed out of the Uber and stretched her shoulders against her sweater blouse, deeply regretting her style choice as she revived a text from Wren, the ding making her stop in her tracks.

Wren: running late, I think they’re already at the table!

Y/n groaned, hating that she’d meet two people she didn’t even know, without her bubbly best friend at her side. She huffed and yanked on the restaurant door before peering into the dining room, the air conditioning instantly calming her nerves.

“I think my party is already here, Maybe under the name, Wren?” y/n said to the host who glanced at the reservation book.

“Yes! I just sat someone from your party. You can follow me, miss.” the host said cheerfully making y/n smile and follow in the younger girl’s tracks. “Enjoy!”

Y/n pressed her lips together as she noticed that only one person sat at the table, his back facing her as she thanked the host.

She cleared her throat as she grabbed for her chair, catching the man’s eye causing him to peer up at her and instantly stand.

“Hi, you must be y/n.” he said, extending his hand out for her to shake.

“Hello.” she gave him a tight lipped smile before sliding down into her chair. “I guess we beat them to it!” she chuckled dryly.

The man scratched the back of his neck and chuckled, looking around the restaurant before nodding towards y/n. “I don’t know why they’re not here yet, it’s not like there’s any traffic.” he said. "Umm.. I’m Evan by the way".

Y/n smiled, her eyebrows raising as she looked at her phone screen to see if Wren had texted her. "I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

y/n: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT TELL ME AN ACTOR WAS COMING TO LUNCH?!?!?! ALSO WHERE TF ARE YOU????

“I just texted Wren to see where she is.” y/n said trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down even though a literal actor was sat in front of her, an actor, who she’d yell at through the screen as she watched him portray many roles. Some more swoon worthy than others. Some, just down right scary and made her stomach all queasy.

She tried to hold in a laugh as she remembers cursing at him on multiple occasions, throwing her popcorn at the screen and groaning loudly at his actions that unfolded through the show. “Asshole!” was a common name she’d call him, for obvious reasons. And, of course she tried to push away the memories of her blushes and squeals she'd let out too.

Evan nods as he reached for his drink as his phone starts to buzz against his jean pocket. He shuffled around in his seat as he digs around for it, showing y/n the screen to reveal that it’s his best friend that was supposed to meet them.

Y/n sat there awkwardly, twiddling her thumbs as she watched him answer the call, she watched his face deadpan into a grimace, his eyes widening as she heard laughing on the other end. “What the fu-” Evan grumbled before his best friend suddenly hung up and left Evan holding out his phone in complete shock.

“What?”

“They’re not coming.” Evan clears his throat.

Y/n furrows her brows, shaking her head as she looked around trying to see if they’re on some pranked reality tv show. “What do you mean, they’re not coming?” she questions, annoyance dripping from her words causing Evan to glare at her slightly.

“They set us up. That’s what I mean.”

Y/n scoffs, folding her arms across her chest as she shakes her head at him, knowing that her best friend would never do this to her.

Wren would never- well… maybe she would. No, of course she would do this to y/n! Wren knows how utterly, embarrassingly single y/n has always been, and what better way to humiliate her.

y/n: you BETTER call me NOWWW and make up an excuse for me to leave!!!!!!!

y/n: WRENNN YOU FUCKER

y/n: I HATE YOU THIS IS SO AWKWARD😭😭😭😭

Before Evan and y/n could even decide on their next moves, the waiter approached the table, notepad in hand, asking the pair If they’d like to order.

Their eyes meet and they both huff out, shrugging as Evan lifts his hand top from the table.

“I mean.. I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

“I guess I could eat..” y/n shrugs, holding up her menu. “I’ll have four spicy shrimp rolls with spicy mayo.” she says to the server. “Thanks.”

“Hmm, make that eight.” Evan says before looking at y/n, “Do you mind?”

She hums and shakes her head no while making him smile and hand his menu to the waiter before they walk away after taking y/n’s.

Evan leans back into his chair, running his palms against his thighs as he studies y/n. He notices her heart shaped lips, and her hair that is perfectly tucked into a ponytail.

He can’t help but notice her manicured nails as she twiddles her thumbs, noticing how her eyes scan the restaurant, and how quiet she is as she just sits there, almost like she’s waiting for him initiate the conversation.

“Aren’t you hot in that?” Evan finally asks.

Y/n blushes, resting her chin on her wrist as she glances at him from across the table. She bites her tongue from snapping at him for a reason unknown to her.

Maybe he seem’s a little too cocky, and maybe its because he’s an actor, so why is he even still sitting here with her? she thinks.

“No.” It's never too early for autumny cardigans. August is basically the open door to pumpkins and even more spice.

Evan nods, tapping his foot under the table as he sighs, watching as she shifts in her seat awkwardly. “Soooo…”

“Soo.”

He clears his throat and bites the inside of his cheek, before reaching for the pen that’s in his jacket pocket. “Wanna play a game?”

Her ears perk at his question as she nods questionably while she watches him pull out the pen and slide one of the napkins in front of him. “We each write something on our napkins that describe us.” she suggests.

Y/n gives him a funny glance but nods as he smiles at her, his playfulness making her eyes gleam as she watches him cover his napkin from her view. They both laugh lightly as he gives her small glances trying to shield his writing from her.

“Okay, my turn!” y/n says happily as Evan hands her the pen before he folds his napkin so she can’t see what he’s jotted down.

Time passes between the two like a blink of an eye, y/n and Drew coming to the realization that maybe they don’t mind each others company.

Maybe Evan’s jokes make y/n’s heart flutter a little too much, and y/n’s smile make Evan’s cheeks turn a deep pink without him even trying to hide it.

They talk and talk for what seams like hours as they eat their sushi rolls, inevitability ordering seconds and thirds, with dessert following behind.

Their little game had been long forgotten because of easy conversation and a little competition of who can eat the most sushi rolls without taking a break or drinking water.

“Well, this is the best blind date I’ve ever been on.” Evan says as he pulls out y/n’s chair.

“This was the first one I’ve been on so obviously I’m impressed.” she responds making him bump his shoulder against hers playfully, causing them both to laugh loudly as they make their way out of the restaurant.

“Hey! we forgot about the game!” Evan suddenly says making y/n turn to look up at him.

“How about we look at them when we go our separate ways… and if I like what you wrote, maybe I’ll challenge you to how many ice cream scoops you can eat without getting brain freeze.”

Evan lets out a laugh causing y/n to blush, “Deal!” he said handing her his napkin. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” he says quietly.

“I wouldn’t doubt it. I’ve been pleasantly surprised this whole time.” y/n blushes.

Evan sucks in a breath, leaning towards y/n and smiling at their substantial height difference. He feels y/n’s cheeks flush as he presses his lips against her soft skin and lets them linger for a second too long causing y/n’s eyes to flutter closed.

“Until text time then. Hopefully.” he whispers before backing away.

“We shall see.” y/n teases before hugging him goodbye.

Y/n watched Evan walk down the street, his hands in his pockets striding further away from her. She takes a deep breath and looks down at the napkin and opens it, her lips lifting into a sweet smile as she reads what he’s written down.

She sighs knowing that she’s already got it bad, she admires his handwriting and his personality in his writing even more.

“I love rainy days with a blanket and a cup of coffee and a book”

Notes and comments are greatly appreciated!! xx

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jimmysdarling · 1 year

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Y'all seeing the difference cause I ain't 💋💋

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Teasing

Part two

Warning: smut, kissing, teasing, jealousy, p in v, oral, argument, punishment, blood

Word: 3020

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How does it feel when you love someone, but can't be with them? Or that person does not want to be in your company? It's not nice even a little bit when someone punishes us by keeping quiet and avoiding us. There is one way out, you should take matters into your own hands....

Roberta lay on the bed, covered with a blanket... she was no longer crying... it seemed to her that she no longer had a single tear in her. She felt lonely, pushed away... but she also felt indifference... toward James.

For almost a week he had not appeared, not even for a moment. Maybe he was watching her while she slept... she wasn't sure about that either. All she had in her mind was that she was not seeing him. It was as if James had forgotten about her. And he claimed he loved her and she was precious to him... important. He was a ghost, appearing when he felt like it and disappearing when he felt like it. All this time Roberta stayed in his suite. Occasionally she went out for a short walk in the hotel corridors. She hoped to run into her love. She wanted to see her beloved walking with a cigarette in his hand. It was a beautiful sight. His posture, his gait... he attracted her with it. Sexy, well-built, well-groomed... for Roberta, he was the ideal man....

Time passed very slowly, it's always like that when you wait, you feel that the wait is endless....

- Roberta, dear, I have dinner for you and the promised wine, from Italy - Lizzie entered the room without knocking.

- Ohh that's great! - Roberta excitedly straightened up in her chair.

- I have interesting information - Lizzie put dinner on the table.

- Okay, pour me some wine and quickly tell me about it - Roberta sat down at the table and started eating.

- James and some of his friends are having dinner at a restaurant at 6pm tonight! They will play poker, smoke cigars... you know men's games - Lizzie laughed.

- What should I do with this information? - Roberta shrugged her shoulders.

- What do you mean? Put on your best dress and do a show!

- A show? Should I dance to them or sing to them? Don't be ridiculous! - she rolled her eyes.

- I don't mean that. Dress nice and sexy. Sit at the bar and spread the charm! Irritate James! Let him get pissed off! Show him what he loses when he avoids you! Make him jealous!

- Are you serious? What if he gets really angry with me and kills me? - Roberta looked at Lizzie terrified and took a big sip of wine.

- He won't kill you, you have nothing to worry about. He said he'll do it when you cheat on him again... Now you'll only tease him and look at him sexily.

- Hmm... I'm starting to like the idea. I'll do it! - she quickly finished her dinner and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

- You have 3 hours! You can do it! - Lizzie picked up the dishes and left the room.

Roberta washed herself, put her hair beautifully in a bun, and did her makeup. She put on an emerald dress with an exposed back and a large neckline. She put on a diamond necklace and earrings. On her hands she pulled long gloves the color of the dress. On her feet she put high black stilettos. She sprayed herself with perfume.

- I look insane! If James doesn't appreciate it either, I don't know what to do anymore - she looked at her reflection in the mirror and turned around a few times.

It was 6:20 pm... perfect... perfect to show up casually at a restaurant and order a glass of wine.

Roberta stepped out into the hallway and headed toward the elevators. Fortunately, she did not have to wait long for one of them to arrive. She stepped inside and pressed the number of the floor where the restaurant was located. She looked at herself in the mirrored wall again. She smiled to herself.

- It will be fine - she whispered to herself.

The elevator came to a stop. Roberta walked with a slow step and moved her hips sexily. She saw a table in the center of the restaurant, where James was sitting, with his friends next to him. He was turned away and did not notice her. Instead, several of his colleagues immediately took notice of her. She didn't even look at them. She moved on passing their table. This time James looked at her, but Roberta did not turn around. She sat down at an adjacent table, facing him.

He measured her with his eyes from top to bottom. He smoked a cigar and did not take his eyes off her. Suddenly he turned his attention away from her and focused on the deck of cards held in his hand. He selected a few and placed them on the table. He looked at her again. Roberta nodded to him. He did not reciprocate the movement. He focused on the game again. But the expression on his face changed. He was no longer as relaxed as before. Now he was tense and found it hard to focus.

The waiter approached and she ordered a glass of wine.

- "My charm seems to be working" - she thought and she smiled.

James glanced at her from time to time. Roberta did not pretend to be interested. She took out a mirror and lipstick from her purse and touched up her makeup. The waiter brought orders of wine. She took a few sips and got up from her table. She walked over to the table where James was sitting. One chair was vacant, perfectly opposite her beloved.

- Good evening gentlemen, may I join you? I love to play poker! - she sat down excitedly.

- Of course! - said the man sitting to her right.

James squinted and both of his eyebrows went up dangerously. He inhaled heavily on his cigar and blew the smoke straight in her direction. Roberta licked her lips and began to remove one of her gloves. She caught it with her teeth and pulled. She didn't take her eyes off James, and he didn't take his eyes off her. She took off the other glove in the same way. All the men present at the table were focused only on her.

- Can I ask for the cards? - With this question she made everyone wake up from her spell.

She got the cards and began to look through and arrange them. While doing so, she licked her lips slowly and purred. Slightly parted red lips acted on James like a red colour on a bull. He began to move nervously in his chair and sipped his drink.

- Get started - James said.

- I'm starting - Roberta laid down one card.

- Good, I’m raising the stakes - James took another drag on his cigar and put some bills on the table.

Suddenly he felt a touch on his calf. With a wrinkled brow, he looked at Roberta, but said nothing.

- I also raise the stake - Roberta put down a few bills.

Other men also did so.

James felt the touch of her shoe higher and higher. Suddenly she took her foot away and put the card on the table again as if nothing had happened. She bit her lower lip and sighed. She looked at James. His face expressed anger. He was angry, but not yet furious.

- "And very well, get angry” - she thought and took a sip of wine. She licked a stray drop from the rim of the glass. She licked her lips and murmured.

- "What are you doing?" - he said without a sound, moving only his lips. He was angry and confused. This is what she meant.

She showed him her tongue and shrugged her shoulders. Unfazed, she added a card and selected another.

James looked at her with a raised eyebrow waiting for what happened next.

- I wonder... I wonder if there is a chance for you to take a little walk with me around the hotel? - James looked at Roberta with a slight smile while holding a cigar between his teeth.

Roberta squinted and didn't answer right away.

James felt the touch on his leg again. He felt it higher and higher. Roberta's foot stopped at the bulge in his pants. He closed his eyes.

- Gentlemen, I think for today we will end the game and continue it another time. We have an eternity to do this - saying this, he did not look at any of the men... he only looked at her.

The men obediently got up from the table and left the restaurant leaving them alone.

- Roberta, dearest, you are very rude and do not show me proper respect. You should not behave so licentiously in the company of other men. You should be like this only in my company. Do you understand what I am saying to you?

- James, dearest, of course I understand. Only if you require me to obey you and be devoted to you, you should behave towards me in the same way. It should work both ways - Roberta pressed James' cock with her foot. He drew in air loudly.

- Something seems to me that you allow yourself too much - he said with his eyes closed.

- Dearest, don't you think that punishing me and leaving me in tears on the bed is something positive? Punishing me with silence and absence is something positive? - she pressed her foot harder.

James pushed her foot off his crotch and stood up. He circled the table with a slow step and approached Roberta. He pushed her and her chair away from the table, grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back.

- Answer me one question. Why are you so disobedient and all the time I have to punish you for your inappropriate behavior? - James clenched his fist tighter in her hair.

- James it hurts, please stop. You really don't have to hurt me like this - Roberta tried to free herself from his grasp.

- I don't know why you have a problem answering my questions - he let go of her hair, grabbing her arm lifting her out of her chair.

- James... I thought you loved me.... - tears began to flow into her eyes.

- Of course I love you. If it were not so at this moment you would have been long dead. Know my mercy - he let go of her arm - And politely please answer my question - he stared at her while lighting a cigarette.

Roberta reached into her purse for a pack of tissues and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

- How much longer do I have to wait? - sighed James.

- I don't understand why you are so unkind.

- Unkind? That's a good question. But I would call it something else. I'm frustrated and tense.

- Why?

- Because I am in love and thirsty for sex - James inhaled heavily on his cigarette.

- Thirsty? Why then have you avoided me for so long? - Roberta raised an eyebrow in surprise.

- I will answer your question if you also answer mine. My patience is running out.

Roberta walked up to the bar and asked the waiter to add wine for her. James followed her and sat down on one of the bar stools. He asked for a whiskey with ice.

- So? - He asked impatiently.

- Sometimes I feel really lonely. I sacrificed my time and life to you. I gave up everything. I hoped that you would be by my side all the time like in the beginning. James I really wish you would be with me all the time. I don't want to be alone. Then I do stupid things that you don't accept - she took a sip of wine and looked at James with sad eyes.

James stared at her and wondered what he should answer.

- Dearest - he grabbed her hand and kissed it - You are the most precious to me of everything I own. You are my property and I do not hide it. But as I have repeated before, I deserve respect and obedience from you. If you do not obey this you will be punished - he kissed her gently on the lips.

- You can go now - said James to the waiter - Lock the door behind you when you leave - he returned to kissing Roberta's sweet lips.

He pulled her tightly to him and kissed her lips deeply. He heard moans and loud breathing. She trembled in his arms. Her cheeks were wet with tears. He didn't understand why his love was still crying. He decided that he wanted to hear screams, not cries.

He picked Roberta up and seated her on the bar top. He moved the material of her dress slowly up her thighs. Stroking her and looking deeply into her eyes. She bit her lips looking down at him. She wanted to lean in to kiss him, but James stopped her by placing his finger on her lips. Roberta took it in her mouth and started sucking and licking it . He closed his eyes and drew in the air loudly.

- Dearest, you are amazing - he murmured gazing at her with delight.

- I know dearest. I desire you James - she whispered.

- What are your desires? - He asked grabbing her panties and slowly took them off, throwing behind him.

- Kiss me... - she pointed to the junction of her thighs - oh here - she bit her lip.

- As you wish dearest.

James leaned down began to kiss her thighs. He moved higher and higher towards a wet and hot paradise. He opened her legs and murmured.

- What a beautiful view - he touched his fingers to her pink sweet lips.

- James... kiss me....

He parted her pink lips and inhaled the sweet scent. He closed his eyes. He placed several kisses, began to lick and suck.

- Yes... oh yes! More! - her thighs trembled with pleasure and longing for his touch.

- Oh dearest, you taste amazing - he put his finger inside her, which had previously been in her mouth.

- More!

James added another finger. He began to move them. His movements were fast and rhythmic. He wanted to hear her scream. He inserted his fingers as deep as he could. He hit that delightful spot perfectly.

- James!

- Yes Dearest! Yes!

- I'm close, don't stop it!

Movements of his fingers were fast. He kissed her pussy and sucked. He felt her walls tighten on his fingers. She was close.

- Come for me!

- Oh my God!

- That’s right, I am your God!

- James! James!

Roberta almost fell off the bar top, fortunately James held her down.

- That was great, but I'm not done with you yet - he began to unbutton his pants.

- Oh you have no idea how much I want you inside me right now. Fuck me James, hard!

- I think you missed my cock - he entered her hard without warning.

- James!

- I love the way you scream my name - he kissed her sloppy and started to move fast.

He pulled her tightly to him and put his hands under her buttocks. He picked her up and headed toward the tables. He placed her on the table and began to fuck her hard. He entered deeply and hard. He did not slow down the movements. The table moved across the floor with every thrust of his hips. Roberta's whole body trembled, her back arched. She held tightly to the edge of the table to keep from falling. They were breathing hard, struggling to catch their breath. James leaned over and started kissing her, biting her lips. They felt the taste of blood. This turned them on even more.

- Dearest! I am close! Very close! - He moved away from her mouth and began to massage her pleasure button with his thumb!

- James!

They reached climax while simultaneously screaming their names. James moved in still for a moment before suddenly collapsing on top of Roberta with a deep sigh. He closed his eyes.

- Can you promise me something? - He asked listening to the rapid beating of her heart and taking in the sweet smell of her perfume.

- For you, everything - she stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

- Be good, I don't want to argue with you. Although I can't hide the fact that punishing you gives me incredible pleasure - Roberta slapped him on the back with her hand. He laughed.

- We don't have to argue at all so that you can fuck me the way you like.

- Really? - James lifted his head from her chest and looked into her eyes.

- Really. I also get pleasure from it. It's a little painful, but you can get used to it.

- Oh Dearest you are my revelation! - James placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

He got up and went to get his pants.

- Are you leaving me again? - Roberta said sadly.

- Yes, but only for a while. Go back now to my suite. I'll be there soon and we'll have fun again.

- Do you promise?

He walked up to her and kissed her.

- Yes, Dearest Roberta - he walked away toward the door leaving her alone in the restaurant.

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