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writegaythings:
@lafatalitx continued from x
The sight of her fully bare in front of him unleashed Damian’s inner beast. He had done so well to resist her flirting and his attraction to her before now, and he knew himself well enough to know this was going to be his undoing. Her moan had him hardening in his jeans and he hated how easily she was able to wind him up. “At your disposal?” He repeated in disbelief at her insinuation, frustrated but continuously very affected by her presence. As her feet met his crotch, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to resist her. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, tugging his shirt up over his head and throwing it onto the floor. His muscular chest on display, he was not ashamed or embarrassed, knowing this was what she wanted. “I’ve been wanting you, too, but I had self control, until now.” Damian growled, working his pants off and his boxer briefs following closely behind them. “I’m not going to go easy on you,” he warned as he mounted the bed, moving toward her.
When the man revealed his muscular, chiselled frame, she bit onto her bottom lip. The man was hot with his shirt on, and she had spent a lot of time imagining how he was without it—reality was much, much better. His admission almost made her miss the rest of the strip. She was used to getting whatever she wanted whenever she wanted it, but Damian seemed to be the exception, so much that at some point she had thought that maybe she wasn’t his type. It was comforting knowing that it was mutual and he did enjoy all the flirting and teasing after all. “Self-control looks hot on you, but it’s overrated.” Her eyes stayed on him, the wanton look never leaving. “They’re not going to interrupt us unless I call them. I’ll keep you safe,” she said, giggling. The irony of her keeping him safe. Still, she might have been a brat, but she meant to reassure him that he didn’t want him to be fired or worse. When the man climbed over and was close enough, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against his hard body. She was wet against it and the ever so slight grinding provided some relief. A little whimper left her lips, and she reached down to feel his chest, his stomach, all of his muscles, admiring the beast of the man over her. She felt so tiny compared to him—and she was. “I’d never ask you to. You know me. I flaunted my I like it rough tee around you for a reason.” When her hand reached his shaft, she closed it around it, giving it a squeeze. For a moment she doubted she could take it, and it showed in her eyes, but her determination –and arousal-- were much stronger.
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clearlywrcng:
Hearing that made him realize he didn’t have much competition to be a good neighbor which he concluded was good. Her standards must’ve been low as a result, and he’d run into the guy she was talking about once. They’d showed up at his apartment saying he forgot something inside, but Russell didn’t let him in. It seemed he had made the right call. “I tend to pick up girls from shady internet chatrooms and never meet them. Sealing the deal is a lot harder than it used to be.” The more he looked over her work, the less he understood it. He wanted to say something constructive, but nothing came to mind, which only solidified seeing the look on her face. Something like this was out of his comfort zone if it didn’t involve lines of code or out-of-date software definitions. Not knowing where to look was another issue, too; it was nice to know she wasn’t shy although it put him in a bind. “Sorry. I was never really big into stuff like this in school. I could barely draw a circle, and some lines back then.” That wasn’t saying he didn’t feel something looking at her sculpture; he just couldn’t find the right way to explain it or the nerve to try. “I think it is well made, though.” Mustering up the courage to take a few steps closer to it, he pursed his lips and looked it over again. What was really on his mind was what was going through her’s when she’d made this. It might’ve been everything she’d said, but there could have been something else too. Given how passionate she was about it, he could only assume there was some other hidden meaning inside. He doubted he could have found it himself, though, and when she yawns, it broke his concentration. “When is the show? I would not mind stopping by after work or something.” Staying cooped up was starting to be a hassle, and he was curious about something else too. “I’ll have to pass on stripping, though. Too many wanderings eyes, not enough clothes.” As for her other little comment about his abs, he kept quiet following her into the kitchen.
“That’s because there are no ‘girls’ in shady internet chatrooms, dummy—no judging,” she said, adding a wave of her hand to reassure him she wasn’t a bigot. As she walked into the kitchen –which was surprisingly clean and tidy, compared to the living room— she thought it was kinda cute how the man attempted to appreciate the sculpture. Granted, it wasn’t much of an effort if he couldn’t even sound more enthusiastic, but some people simply didn’t know how to express their bewilderment before art. There truly would have been something wrong if her own art was the exception. “The show is next week at the local gallery. If you buy, I can give you a discount--consider it an apology for all the noise. I’ll have a lot of apologizing to do in the future. Ops.” There was a playful smile on her lips, but she wasn’t joking. Of course she would do her best not to disturb him, but sometimes it was just inevitable, especially when inspiration struck. In such cases, she worked like a madwoman to translate into reality what was in her head before it faded or changed too much. “Not enough clothes? I love working on my art naked. Too bad I can’t most of the times, safety measures and all. Do you have a brother for the stripping gig?” She began preparing the coffee, measuring and adding water into the machine, then hopped on the counter. She crossed her bare legs, making sure not to flash the man—was she wearing panties? The thin string against her ass told her yes, but not the kind made to cover anything. “I’m literally freezing my ass—raise the thermostat over there, please.” The apartment was surprisingly big for one person, kitchen included, and that was because she lived with her best friends, artists like her. “I’m Juliana, by the way. What do you do? Something with computers? Must be a computer whizz, who else knows the concept of online chats nowadays? Do you wear glasses? Hawt.”
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clearlywrcng:
open to m/f/nb; connections: fwb, friend, s/o, etc.
He sets his camera case by the door when he finally made it inside and shut the door behind him as silently as he could. There was a quiet click, almost indiscernible but not quite. Daniel heard their footsteps hurrying to round the corner, and he straightened out his clothes, knocking some streamers off his shoulders. “Ah —— Ah. Don’t give me that look,” he proclaimed. “It was work, and we both know I can’t just blow stuff like this off.” There was a parade downtown, and they asked him to take pictures for their brochure. Easy enough, although his first instinct had been to decline, they were more insistent than he imagined. With the money they ended up paying him, he could afford to treat them to dinner tonight though, so that’s his apology handled. “But once I edit the pictures I took, I think we should get dinner. My treat.”
Camila was a photographer herself, though she only worked in art photography. Some of the man’s gigs sounded so weird to her, but she was in the position to understand his commitment to the job better than most. She just hadn’t predicted that their schedule would be so different, but then again, she wasn’t known to think things through. When she heard the click of the door, she ran to him like a puppy eager to welcome its owner, without an ounce of shame. “I’m not mad. This is my I-was-about-to-fall-asleep-look,” she said, taking his camera bag and placing it safely aside. “That sounds amazing.” Shortening the distance between them, she placed her hands on his chest, smiling. Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him closer, tiptoeing as she placed a peck on his lips. “I would ask you how it went, but I know how good you are.” She whispered the words against his lips, unable to detach herself from the man. Not in a million years she would have thought they’d end up together—he had been her crush, artistically and otherwise, for the longest time. “How about I treat you to something, too? Right now. As a reward for the good job.” She pulled him down just enough to dive in for a deep kiss.
#clearlywrcng#ღ thread ⇢ camila! ღ#( i've been wanting to pair our photographers#so i jumped on this )
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Nonverbal RP Starters
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
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sinfxlmemes:
Send me a number and muses and I’ll write a starter based off the image! No peeking!
[1 M/M] | [1 M/F] | [1 F/F]
[2 M/M] | [2 M/F] | [2 F/F]
[3 M/M] | [3 M/F] | [3 F/F]
[4 M/M] | [4 M/F] | [4 F/F]
[5 M/M] | [5 M/F] | [5 F/F]
[6 M/M] | [6 M/F] | [6 F/F]
[7 M/M] | [7 M/F] | [7 F/F]
[8 M/M] | [8 M/F] | [8 F/F]
[9 M/M] | [9 M/F] | [9 F/F]
[10 M/M] | [10 M/F] | [10 F/F]
[11 M/M] | [11 M/F] | [11 F/F]
[12 M/M] | [12 M/F] | [12 F/F]
[13 M/M] | [13 M/F] | [13 F/F]
[14 M/M] | [14 M/F] | [14 F/F]
[15 M/M] | [15 M/F] | [15 F/F]
[16 M/M] | [16 M/F] | [16 F/F]
[17 M/M] | [17 M/F] | [17 F/F]
[18 M/M] | [18 M/F] | [18 F/F]
[19 M/M] | [19 M/F] | [19 F/F]
[20 M/M] | [20 M/F] | [20 F/F]
[21 M/M] | [21 M/F] | [21 F/F]
[22 M/M] | [22 M/F] | [22 F/F]
[23 M/M] | [23 M/F] | [23 F/F]
[24 M/M] | [24 M/F] | [24 F/F]
[25 M/M] | [25 M/F] | [25 F/F]
Smut Starters
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crazyyoungsters:
Deep down Royal knew the truth, he knew how Vincenzo felt about him and he was confident in their relationship 98% of the time. But still there were moments where doubt would slip into the back of his mind. Of course he understood the image factor, he was a pop star after all, but a piece of him still longed for more. “I know,” he sighed, not wanting to pick a fight, his head now hanging a bit lower before allowing himself to be pulled into the kiss that melted him almost immediately. When they parted Royal ran his fingers through the other’s hair with a frustrating yet loving sigh, “I don’t know how to express it V, I just —” he paused, “There’s more to dating than just nights in right? Like you want want this?…Me?…outside of these walls?”
Vincenzo pursed her lips, trying to listen to his lover’s concerns. The other was a pop star; he expected him of all people to understand how these things worked. “I want to be mad at you right now, but you’re too hot,” he joked, sliding his arms around the other and pulling him against his own body. “Try to understand. I didn’t even know I liked guys before you. Maybe this looks like I’m keeping a secret to you, but from where I stand? It’s so much more. I want to spend every free moment with you, more than I want to get out here and pretend to be whatever my father expects me to be.” Being so close to the other was nice, but he had to let him go. He licked his lips and turned to put his shoes on. “But I understand if you can’t do this. I want you outside these walls, but I don’t know if that can ever happen. My father has basically planned my life and I’ve been trying to find a way for us to fit into that.”
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mxgicum:
So many things were swirling through Ricky’s head. He opened his mouth a few times, but no words came out, for fear of saying the wrong thing. He could be an alpha, and still be Vitos, but now was not the time for a cultural lesson. He knew behind him, there was a ticking clock. Vito wouldnt stand there forever, waiting for Ricky to summon the courage to say what the truth was. So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand, Exodus 15:2, something Ricky had printed out and hanging on the wall of his bedroom. Ricky took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, just to gather what strength he had, what little strength he had left, and then looked up at the man he knew he loved. He saw the camera pointed right at him, and that scared the hell out of him. For shits and giggles, Vita could show his father, or his brothers, or anyone in their pack, and his respect and reputation would be gone. He had to trust Vito, he had to take the strength God gave him, and surrender to this man, because he could not go back to being the quiet straight alpha wolf, void of love and lust. “I’m gay, and I want your cock, and only your cock.” Ricky said, his voice surprisingly steady. He knew they both made sacrifices for each other, and although Ricky felt his were greater, he was not going to fight. He was done fighting. Fighting who he was supposed to be, fighting what his wolf wanted. All he wanted to do was surrender. “I want to be your bitch, I need to be your bitch, I cant live without you or your cock.” Ricky leaned forward, just an inch from Vito’s clearly still excitable cock, just opening his mouth to smell the others musk on his tongue. He needed this cock in him right now. He couldnt help himself but lean the last inch, running his tongue over the clothed cock. It tastes how he imagined heaven felt like.
There was something about Ricky. It would be a lie if Vito said that he didn’t take great pleasure from corrupting the boy and pushing his buttons. But that was precisely the point—he wasn’t corrupting anything. The young boy was living behind a facade, hiding who he really was and what he wanted. That was the real Ricky, the one taking immense pleasure in humiliating himself before his cock. The young man who made him groan with the way he licked his underwear clean. Vito reached down with a hand, stroking the boy’s cheek. “You really are a slut, uh?” His words weren’t meant as an insult, as the endearing tone and the smile on his lips suggested. “This what you wanted? Hm?” Grabbing a fistful of the wolf’s hair, he pushed his face against his crotch. He was throbbing against him, and as he caused more friction by rubbing his face against his clothed cock, more and more pre-cum kept leaking. When he let the other go, he tugged at the underwear and pulled it down to his knees, camera still pointing at Ricky. Vito slapped the boy’s face with his cock a few times, smearing him pre-cum, marking the other wolf as his. A deep growl shook in his chest as the beast inside him was finally claiming the alpha after so long. “See what you do t’ me, Ricky? I could have anyone I wanted, but I need you. Now get to work and don’t make me regret staying.” When the other was close enough, he grasped his scalp and pushed his hips against him. He forced his mouth open with his massive girth, getting barely past the tip. “Take it all, come on. I know you can do it.”
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roundtablemuses:
He’s been sketching, drawing and working this whole time. At this point he has no idea how long he’s been awake. Six hours, twelve, twenty-four, who knows? What he did know was that he was busy, and he didn’t have time for sleep. Someone entered his workshop and without missing a beat Gareth turned to them. “See that? That is a piece of kevlar. Extremely durable, lightweight, and versatile. If I make some suits out of this, injuries related to work will be a thing of the past.”
She gave the man a tepid smile as he spoke, laying down before his face the mug full of steaming coffee. “Yeah, I remember. I helped you with the sketching part. Not really my expertize, but it does look safe and stylish now.” She chuckled, taking a sip from her own mug. It was morning and she knew he’d be up, still working on his new project. “Gareth, seriously, you need some sleep. You can’t run on coffee. The mind can’t keep up and you could make a fatal mistake, wasting time and energies.” She stretched and yawned then. Yun didn’t want to nag him, but when the man was like that, he could really forget to take care of himself. “Your mattress is the best, by the way. Did you invent that one too?”
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mxgicum:
Mike should have known better dating outside his program, but when he saw the law student at one of his frats events, there was something about him that drew the wolf in. “Listen, I am good.” Mike began his little rant that he had practiced in the mirror, and to his dog this morning. “Parents like me. I’m going to be a doctor soon. Of all the people you’d want to be seen with, I think I am a good choice. I’m spending all my free time with you, Vince, and I feel like some dirty little secret. Like some side chick. I know I party a little bit, but I’m still on the deans list, I am still third in my program, and I manage to keep a work out schedule as well as attend all my frats events. I deserve something more here, because although you are having fun in the closet, I am not. I am proud of me, of us, and want to everyone to know that.” Mike let his hand rest on his lover’s cheek after the kiss. “I am too good looking, I am too good of a catch, to be treated like a mistress.” This might be Mike’s first relationship, but he knew how it was supposed to be. They’ve been together for a bit now, even his brothers were asking why they never went out, or why he hadnt met his family yet. Mike would love to introduce the other to his own parents, because his mom would get a kick out of Vincenzo. She always wanted Mike to date a lawyer.
Well, now who was supposed to be the lawyer between them? Half of the stuff Mike said went over his head. Being from abroad and studying here for a semester, their school system was different and he made an uneducated guess that Mike’s curriculum was pretty fucking impressive. He sighed, pulling away that hand from his cheek. Vincenzo was honestly tired of people’s expectations. To think that he wasn’t the one who was supposed to inherit his father’s career in the first place. Vincenzo had planned not to have anything to do with it, but suddenly his life turned outside down and his father expected him to be the prodigal son. From the sweet, good man that he was, he turned into a tyrant who planned in advance every second of his life. The university years were his last chance to have a somewhat free life. Instead here he was, listening to what someone else wanted. “All of that stuff? It means nothing to my dad. It should mean nothing to me, too. You will not advance my political career. He will never allow it.” Shaking his head, he took his bag. He guessed they weren’t having a fun night in after all. “Dude, before I met you, I had never even touched another dick. You feel like a mistress? Well, I’m doing what I can. Still processing this new… development, and this thing we have. I’m trying to find a goddamn way to make everyone happy.” He looked straight into his eyes. “Yes, you’re like a side chick. Guy. Whatever. Because that’s all I have. The time I spend with you is the only time I’m not faking it. I’m not just having ‘fun’ in the closet. I’m not sleeping with anyone else, I’m not pretending to be with someone else. I’ve been ditching all the events I could just to stay with you. And you’re here giving me ultimatums? Well, fuck you. I guess you’re so good that love isn’t enough for you, uh?”
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illxminae:
open to: f/nb | based off: this ( x ) plot w/ pronouns reversed
Ryan had always cared too much. It was stupid of him from the beginning to send her messages like that, a large part of him knew she would never reply. They were finished and he was being that guy that pulled her back and dragged her down, but every time he sent her a text a little spark of hope surged through him and sometimes that was enough to get him through a tough time. It had been almost 5 years and he missed her like hell. Five years and suddenly, a reply. Honestly, he was 90% sure he had gone through a minor heart attack when the notification popped up and here he was two days later sitting in a coffee shop and waiting for her. Ordering himself a coffee to keep himself busy Ryan poured a sachet of sugar into it and stirred slowly, stopping his eyes from constantly snapping to the doors as she moved the spoon in circles. Calm down. He had so many questions and things he wanted to say to her. What had made her decide to reply now? Why did she want to see him? Why hadn’t she messaged before this? Seeing a pair of shoes approach his table and then stop Ryan mirrored the movements, spoon settling inside his cup as slowly he looked up to see her face. That face that had broken his heart a thousand times over. “Hi.”
Ryan was the one mistake she couldn’t forgive herself for. When she had finally decided what she wanted to do with her life, her boyfriend seemed to be the only thing that kept her from finding her place into the world. She didn’t like what he did to her. He turned her world upside down, he would make her needy, he made her dream of spending the rest of her life with him. Her best friends managed to open her eyes, and when an opportunity presented itself, she took it and went no contact. It wasn’t like she hadn’t texted him back—she had just never pressed send. Instead, she saved those messages. After him, there had only been one other guy, an asshole who made her see what she sacrificed to pursue her dreams. This was why she had finally replied, after five years: maybe she could have both? She didn’t think he’d answer, let alone agree to… whatever that was going to be. She was selfish after all, she could see that much. When she found the table and approached it, she gave a long look to Ryan. Her heart skipped a beat. “Hey. Thank you for meeting me here on such short notice,” she said, trying to keep it neutral. Suddenly she wanted to bury herself. Coming from work, she was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white t-shirt. She let down her long corvine hair as she sat down, making her order to the waitress. She then looked at the torn sachet next to the cup of coffee, smiling a little. “Still taking your coffee extra sweet?” She made a face, feigning contempt, as she used to, as though no time has passed. “How are you doing, Ryan?”
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prcttyliics:
open to f/nb — best friends stuck in an elevator, unable to escape the sexual tension that’s been there for months
It seemed as if though the universe was working in his favor; the two of them to get stuck in the elevator on the way down. Stuck between two floors, there was no way for them to get out on their own and considering it has been approximately an hour since Quincy had been stuck in there with her, it’d take a while for anyone to come to their rescue. Stuck in an elevator with someone the sexual tension had been thick enough to cut with on earlier occasions had lead to one thing and another – which was exactly why he found himself on his knees between her legs, her pants and panties bunched around her ankles. “I bet you taste so fucking delicious,” Quincy breathed out in a groan before his tongue slowly dragged along her slick folds, his lips closing around her clit as his hand moved up to rest against her hips, fingers digging into the skin.
Her and Quincy were from totally different worlds, but over the years, they became best friends. Whenever she traveled out of the country, she spent most of the time with him. If she was honest with herself, she was into him, but they couldn’t. Her father would have killed her. And he’d have found out, no doubt. But now that they were stuck in an elevator, cut out from the outside world in a bubble that wasn’t threaten to explode anytime soon after they called for help… “We can’t,” she said, spreading her legs to allow him to play with her as he desired. Electricity flooded her whole body when his tongue made contact with her sex, and she grabbed a fistful of his hair to push him against it, pushing herself against his mouth. No, they couldn’t, but her body said it when she couldn’t speak: she wanted it more than anything in the world. Pleasure pooled between her legs, her wet folds were now dripping against his tongue, and she squeezed hard at the intrusion of his finger. “We don’t have much time…”
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callmecatman:
“Well, I don’t think I’ve ever said this before, but… I’m glad to have you as my mom. Thank you for accepting me. I think you’re amazing and I really do love you,” he told her sweetly. She really was everything that he could have asked for and more. The feelings that he had for her were both intense and confusing. No matter how pure his intentions were, his body always seemed to betray him. Junior found himself thinking about her regularly and how he would like his first time to be with someone like her, yet he also loved her as a mom and wanted things to stay that way. All of those thoughts and feelings made their present situation that much more difficult.
“No, I mean it. You’re beautiful. I’d rather be with you than any of them,” he admitted, “One day I hope I have a girlfriend as great as you, but it is going to be hard for anyone to even come close.” Is anyone else had said that it may have seemed like a line, but he was as sincere as always.
When they stood so close he knew full well that his hardness was against her. The warmth of her body made the large and powerful muscle flex against her with need. Junior suddenly wished that he hadn’t left his shirt in the car, which would have allowed him to cover himself. Blushing and looking away, he did nothing until she pulled them away. “You’ll never lose me, no matter what,” he said proudly, “I’m your boy, right?” Their tender words only briefly distracted him from the was that her ass pushed against his crotch with every step. when he looked down, he ever saw a wet spot in his shorts that indicated his head was dripping with arousal. She may have even felt the moisture smear across her excused ass while they walked. “I um… I’m sorry,” she said softly, “I don’t mean to… Thank you for being nice about it.”
Part of her wanted to think she was just playing Junior’s game, but the boy was too genuine for doing and saying such things on purpose. The words he spoke filled her heart. She had always wanted a family of her own, and while it might not happen with the Junior’s father, the boy was giving her everything she needed. “You’re not serious,” she said, sheepish. “But you better pick a girl who does come close to me, because I couldn’t bear to see you settling for less than you’re worth. Girls nowadays aren’t into serious commitments, or so I’ve seen.” She might not have been Junior’s age, but she was a professor and had eyes to observe the behavior of her students. As she kept walking towards the little shop, she giggled at his comment. “You don’t have to be sorry. It’s natural to have certain reactions. I don’t want you to think that there’s anything wrong with you. But, we can’t go in there like this, can we?” As her soft ass effectively massaged the boy’s erection with every step, she could feel the wet spot brushing against her skin. She was pretty sure a wet patch was forming between her own legs as well. She made a turn for their car, which luckily, she left in an almost isolated spot. “I’m impressed, though. You haven’t got that from your father.” If he did, their sex life would have probably been better. When they finally made it to the destination, she opened the passenger’s door and guided Junior, making him sit there. Her heart was hammering in her chest. An idea had formed in her mind when they were walking, and she was too weak to resist. She couldn’t remember a man that made her truly give into desire like he did. “Let’s get you cleaned up, son,” she said sweetly, lowering on her knees. She tugged at the hem of his trunks, freeing the enormous shaft that popped out before her eyes. Closing her fingers around the mast, she pulled it closer and looked up. “I’m sorry for this, Junior, but I need you. Your father has been neglecting me…” Her lips parted, and she cleaned the pre-cum off the head of his cock with a few sweeps of her tongue. “If anything I do feels uncomfortable, tell me. I’ll stop.” Then she wrapped her lips around Junior, hollowing her cheeks, and she knew there was no coming back. Her breasts rested against his leg as she sucked on her son.
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open to: f/nb/m —- will be selective with males. plot: a week ago we hooked up and had some pretty wild fun, my ex-wife forced me to go to meet the teacher night with my daughter and … wow, my daughter’s new teacher was one of the kinkiest people i’ve ever met?
how the fuck did he not know who his kid’s teacher was? he had custody of her every other week, but his ex usually did all of this shit. he was too busy to get involved. besides, he always did something wrong. especially when assigned to get her the uniform she needed for this school he was paying way too much for. “so, uh …. is katie a good student?”
she wanted to bury herself right then right there. seriously, she went completely wild on the guy for the very reason that she’d never have to meet him again. now it could get her ass fired and hurt her reputation—he didn’t seem the kind of guy who’d cause her such problems, but you never knew. she tried to pull herself together, avoiding eye contact and paying more attention to the girl even as she spoke. “oh, don’t tell the other parents, but she’s the best. she’s so smart and well-behaved.” she cleared her throat then, raising her gaze but avoiding his eyes specifically. “the uniform issue, though.” no, not the one she had had when they met, trying to be adventurous. “i know it’s a hassle, but you know, the principal and his rules.”
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“I told you, I can’t do this anymore,” Micah eyes scanned her body saying something so much more different than his words. “You’re going to have to find something new to play with.” He was trying to stand his ground, the mistake being that he got involved with anyone let alone someone who tasted like another addiction to him.
A raised eyebrow adorned her skeptical expression. “You can’t be serious, Micah,” she said. “You’re eye-fucking me right now.” She bit on her bottom lip, looking at him from head to toe, returning the sentiment. She hadn’t really meant to give him any trouble, but being the daughter of a mafia boss, she had to watch her steps every minute of her life. “You’re not just my plaything,” she said, advancing towards him. Her hand was now resting on his chest as she looked up, all doe eyes. “I really like you. I’d change my Facebook status for you,” she teased. “And since when that’s a problem? You weren’t complaining the other night.”
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alsandair’s stomach drops to his feet and his heart jumps into this throat at the horribly familiar voice behind him. he angrily tries to catch his so-called friends’ eyes to shoot a glare in their direction, but they’re studiously ignoring him. so alex heaves a deep sigh and turns to gaze at luciano for the first time in months - but it feels like it’s been no time at all. jaw twitching, he wants to tell him to fuck off, that he’s never felt as alone as when he left, but instead all that comes out is a clipped, “ okay. sure. ” well, good to know he’s still completely fucking useless at expressing his feelings. christ. “ whiskey on the rocks. ” he tells the wall beside luciano, trying his hardest not to look directly at the other man.
he looked at the barman. “uh, two whiskey on the rocks. thanks.” oh god, he hated that, and the other knew it, but it was too late to change the order. or maybe the man didn’t even remember. right, let’s be less self-centered, luciano. he finally sat beside the other, noticing that their friends, the mad geniuses, were avoiding to look their way. “that okay sure sounded like you wanted me gone,” he half-joked. god, why was he so awkward? “that’s okay. i understand. i’m the asshole. you have a lifelong free pass to say and do anything.” luciano had left the man when things between were getting too intense, with the excuse that he wanted to focus on his studies and his family. and family didn’t include alsandair at the time. he wanted to become a doctor and he had put that before their relationship, he even told the other he loved him. “if it’s any consolation, i’ve been miserable without you. you were right about everything.” he cleared his throat. “what i meant to say is, i’m sorry.”
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His brows rose when she accused him of being clueless. “You’ll have to excuse me, but it’s not exactly my job to be aware of the state of your pack.” He shot back. His tone was generally still calm, but the barely there edge in his words served as a warning. Clay was a patient man and a kind one on any given day, but he wasn’t going to sit back and allow anyone to attack him, even though he had to admit that he was impressed to see an omega with as much of a backbone as this one had. His jaw clenched when she stepped closer. Even just that tiny difference in distance made her scent that much more powerful. He didn’t want to give in to it, didn’t want to take advantage of her plight. It wasn’t right. Resisting was becoming increasingly more difficult though, when she talk about offering herself and made it clear that she was well aware of the fact that he was fighting his instincts. Luckily, he found it easier to push back as she continued. “The nice offer doesn’t seem very nice when there’s an underlying threat. Do you really think that’s going to encourage me to lead your pack? Why should I even bother trying to lead a pack that only wants to manipulate me? It would be pointless.”
She gritted her teeth, swallowing down a smart comeback. God, she could argue with him all day. And she wasn’t sure she’d mind. She should, but a male wolf who didn’t make her hit the dirt for speaking her mind was a nice change. “It wasn’t a threat. I just decided to tell you the truth. Giving you a warning like that could get me in trouble. Who do you think they’re going to blame if you know they’ll be coming for you?” Taking a deep breath, she tried to think. To think of the way to solve this problem. But instead of air, she inhaled his scent. Strong, powerful, her inner wolf telling her one thing and one thing only. It was all around her and impossible to escape. Her own arousal was making her legs jelly. She moved closer until she was into his personal space and looked up at him. “They can be a good pack with a leader like you. They were a good pack, ask anyone around. Maybe they weren’t that great to me, but it’s not just their fault. I’m a handful.” It was true, in a way. She might have been an omega, but her brother didn’t raise her as one. “Maybe my body is not enough of an offer, but I know the pack better than anyone else. If you accept and keep me at your side, I can help. Not that you look like you need help, but I can be useful.” She wanted to touch him, but she’d never do it without permission. He’d have to listen to her heartbeat to know that she was honest. “Most alphas would kill for such an opportunity. What is it that you want? I can give you a family. A true mate? I won’t object or give you any trouble if you find one.” Her eyes then wandered all over his body. Up close he looked even better. “You really are—I mean, you make me feel safe. Yes, safe. I can see why I--they want you.”
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“Really? Because you don’t act like it,” Chris scowled, even as he did let himself be pulled into a kiss. He cut it off though quickly, he was still mad. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, it wasn’t Chris’s first time being someone’s dirty little secret. He just preferred to be in the know about being someone’s secret first. “I don’t mind if you do want to keep us a secret. Just tell me? Is that what you want? It would be the first time I’ve had to keep being someone’s whatever a secret.” And he never liked it, not once but he always liked them enough to do it.
A sigh left his lips and he distanced himself from the other. “You done?” Another pause as he let the other man get out whatever was on his mind. “How many times do we have to go over this? I don’t want to keep it a secret, but I have to. Just until I figure out a way to tell my father. He has expectations, alright? He has my career planned out. I just can’t do whatever the fuck I want.” Vincenzo crossed his arms, keeping his temper in check. It wasn’t the other’s fault. “Look, I understand that it’s not easy for you. I never expected you to play along. We can break it off. I’ll keep thinking about you, but whatever. If you can’t do it, you can’t do it.”
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