Tsalyani - Hello!

A little Help

Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, masturbation- male and female, explicit sexual content, explicit language, dirty talk (must be 18+)

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: You work at a gym that Captain America frequents regularly. One night you come upon him taking care of things and you can’t turn away.

A/N: not beta read. Sorry for any mistakes

• you never meant for it to happen

• it was really late one night at the gym you worked at, you were restocking the towels

• you thought you were alone, but then you heard the shower turn on

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This is adorable, I love them!

Downshift

Pairing: Motocross!Ari Levinson x Female Reader Summary: Ari thinks you're too good for his neighbor and he's, sadly, proven right. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Pining, hurt/comfort, some angst, fluff and feels, cheating (not by Ari), swearing, motocross!Ari Levinson (he’s a warning, okay? A/N: Meet Beast and Sweetart! Set in the same AU as Starting Gate and Lapper. Should I start making Wednesdays a dedicated motocross day? Beta read by the beautiful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @maysdigitalarts. Shoutout to my lovely for helping with the reader's nickname (I can't tag you. BOO!). Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Ari Levinson is a beast. One of the largest and toughest riders in his class at 6'5", combined with his dark beard, shaggy hair and rough exterior, he received the nickname in passing and it stuck. If you asked any of his exes, he was a beast on and off the tracks. He didn’t mind. There were worse names out there. 

Most riders weren’t easy to intimidate, but not many wanted to go toe-to-toe with him. Others in town tended to stay out of his way, too, when he wasn’t smiling. Jensen teased that people probably expected him to growl. He could admittedly be an asshole when the occasion called for it, but he was a good guy. 

A beast with a heart.

One of the only people he could remember in a long time who never seemed put off by him was you.

Someone “taking his breath away” seemed like complete bullshit until you showed up. When you looked his way the first time, you flashed him a kind smile and wave. You looked sweet, making him want to devour you to see if you tasted the same. Arousal spread from his gut and you hadn’t touched him.

I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner and it wouldn’t be enough.

Your eyes caught his attention next. The sincerity and warmth weren’t anything like the pit lizards who threw themselves at him. He stared and hoped his blue eyes reflected a resemblance of kindness. He didn’t want to scare you off. He wanted to ruin and keep you safe.

It didn’t matter what he did.

You were dating his asshole neighbor, Carter.

It didn’t make sense to fall for someone so quickly, but it hurt each time he saw you go into or leave Carter’s place. Especially when you smiled his way or stopped to chat for a few minutes. Your boyfriend was always quick to pull you away with a cocky smirk or a smart-ass comment, which prompted you to tell him to be nice and mouth “sorry” back in his direction.

Why are you with him?

From what he knew about the guy, he came from money and traveled a lot. Even his dressed down clothes were name brand. He gambled occasionally, but Ari never saw him at the track. Maybe it had something to do with keeping you away from the riders. He never liked the prick, but seeing a sweet girl like you with him put him on his permanent shit list, along with how he treated you. Like you were an object or a doll for him to play with.

There was a difference between being somewhat possessive and treating someone like a possession.

Doing his best not to take his frustration out on his bike, he still couldn’t figure out why you were with him in the first place. You didn’t seem like the materialistic type and you were kind to everyone. Were you settling? He wanted to grumble so many times that you were too good for him, but he would’ve sounded crazy since the two of you only spoke a few times in passing.

It wasn’t like Ari to sit back and watch something good pass by. He knew from racing what happened if you let opportunities slip away. Even if he was selfish in wanting you, was it really his place to ruin your happiness? It wasn't meant for him to interfere.

Looking back, maybe he should have.

The knock on his door pulled him from his slumber, groaning as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. After work and practice, all he wanted to do was get some fucking sleep. 

“Just a minute! Fuck!” he yelled at the second knock, throwing some shorts on before he made his way to the door.

His sweet girl You stood there with tears streaming down your face as the door flew open and he wanted to apologize for snapping when you shrank back. You were in your work clothes and you shivered despite the warm air. 

“I’m sorry. I, um, I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll go.”

“Are you okay?” he asked when you began to turn away, skipping the pleasantries. It was the only thing keeping him from putting his first through the wall. 

Who knew the sight of your tears would bring out the animal in him?

“My boyfriend. Well, no. EX-boyfriend now,” you said quickly, swiping at your face to brush the tears away. “I just caught him in bed with…”

“Fuck,” Ari whispered, not fully hearing the rest of your words, his blood boiling as you cried harder. He knew the guy was a prick, but a cheating prick? How could anyone cheat on you?

I bet Barnes and Rogers would help me hide a body.

“Can I use your phone, please? I dropped it when I left and I can’t go back there.”

Ari nodded and let you inside, having to step back so you didn’t brush against him. He was happy that the place was clean. It likely wasn’t as nice as Carter’s place, but he did well enough and he took pride in it. 

He imagined you there many times, but not like this.

“Thank you. I’ll be out of your hair soon,” you sniffled as he directed you to the couch, wincing slightly. “I’m sorry, but could I also ask for some ice?”

“Stop apologizing, please,” he nearly begged before he went rigid. “Ice? Are you hurt?”

I’ll kill him if he touched you. I’ll fucking kill him.

“I punched him?” it came out as a question, holding up your hand to show him. “Never punched anyone before. I don’t think I did it right.”

Ari fell for you a bit more. “He had it coming,” he said before he could stop himself. “Sit tight. I’ll get my phone and some ice.”

“Thanks, Ari,” you said, rubbing the top of your hand.

His gaze lingered before he left the room to grab what you needed, wishing he could pull you in his arms to tell you it would be okay. Anything to put your smile back on your face. 

The only tears he wished you’d cry were tears of pleasure.

Maybe one day, I can do that. And maybe not while you’re healing from this.

“You know, I could teach you how to punch,” he said after he came back and sat down beside you, gently placing the wrapped ice on top of your hand. He took up a portion of the couch with his size, but you didn’t seem to mind how close he was. At least, he hoped you didn’t.

You inhaled sharply, but managed a small smile. “I bet you could. Doesn’t everyone call you ‘beast’?”

He was happy that you knew his nickname. “They do. What do people call you? Sweetart?”

“Don’t you mean ‘sweetheart’?” you asked as you took the phone with your other hand.

“Nah. You look sweet and you are sweet, but you apparently pack a tart punch. Like the candy.”

Fuck, I sound like Jensen. He rubbed off on me.

You began to laugh after a second, your eyes shining a bit brighter through the pain. “Sweetart. I like that.”

Clearing his throat, he stood up and looked down at you. Most women were smaller than him, no matter their height, but the urge to wrap you in his arms and keep you safe wouldn’t go away. “I’ll let you make your call.”

He made sure to grab some tissues and a glass of water as well as you called your friend, doing his best not to listen when he heard tears in your throat. You asked if you could crash at her place and explained that you weren't in the best headspace to drive over there. He should’ve offered you a ride. It was the least you could do.

You set his phone on the coffee table once you were finished. “My friend should be here shortly. One of the only numbers I have memorized.”

He sat back down beside you as he handed you a tissue, his knee touching yours. “I know it doesn’t help, but I’m sorry.”

You dabbed at your eyes, sniffling. “Probably better that I caught him now and not later. I just feel stupid, you know?” 

“You’re not stupid, he is. He’s a fucking prick, too.”

“He never liked you,” you said, smiling a little. 

“Well, the feeling’s mutual,” he said, sighing as he leaned back against the cushion. “Could never figure out why you were with him.”

Fuck, why did I say that?

“He’s a family friend. Charming. Sophisticated. The kind of guy my parents wanted me to be with. When he asked me out, I agreed. I knew he had his flaws, but I looked past them,” you explained as he turned his head to pay better attention. You swallowed a little before you continued. “Which is another reason I feel stupid. I cared despite the red flags. I set myself up to get hurt.”

“You ignored your instincts because you cared, but that doesn’t make you stupid. Stop calling yourself that.”

You nodded, reaching for the water. He caught the ice before it could slip from your hand, keeping it there as you took a sip. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“The girl he was with was an old girlfriend. A stunningly beautiful socialite who just happened to be in town. They thought I’d still be at work,” your lip trembled. “She didn’t even look sorry that I caught them. It was like she knew she was better than me. And I know deep down he wanted me to be more like her.”

Fuck that.

“Anyone who jumps in bed with a guy and knows they’re with someone else isn’t better than you. They deserve each other. You deserve better.”

“You really believe that?” you asked, a tear falling.

Before you could wipe it away, he reached over and caught it with his fingertip. “I do. And I know it hurts like hell. He should’ve been faithful and worshiped the ground you walked on. You don’t deserve anything less than that.”

Ari thought he said the wrong thing when your expression went blank, setting the ice pack on the table. “Can I have a hug, please? You’ve always been so nice to me and I could really use one.”

Whatever you want.

The second he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, a fresh wave of tears came. Wetness gathered on his chest as you let it out. He wasn’t used to people turning to him as a source of comfort, but he instinctively rubbed your back and nuzzled the top of your head with his chin. He wanted to rip Carter limb from limb for reducing you to this. The demented part of him wanted to stay alive just so he could watch you thrive without him. 

No matter what happened, Ari would make sure you were happy.

Your tears slowed after a minute, but you stayed in his hold. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled against his chest. “You’re really warm. I think you are a beast.”

Ari chuckled, his large hand sliding up and down your back to soothe you. “You figured it out. Don’t tell anyone.”

“It’ll be our secret,” you said, lifting your head. Having you against him, you robbed him of his breath again. “Could I ask one more favor and I’d be forever in your debt? And you don’t have to.”

“Name it.”

“Would you be willing to help me get some of my stuff out of there later? I can pay you.”

“I don’t want your money. I can help,” he assured you. He would do it for free just to see the look on that prick’s face. “On one condition.”

“Name it,” you smiled, echoing his words.

“Come to my next race?” he casually suggested, hoping it didn’t sound like a date. He didn’t want you to think he was insensitive to your current feelings. “No pressure. No expectations. I know you just ended a relationship, but I think you could use a friend.”

“I’ll be there,” you promised, bringing a smile to his face. He hoped he didn’t look too excited, especially since you were still hurt. “I’ve been wanting to go for ages and now I have no reason not to.”

“I think you’ll like it. And don’t worry about your stuff. If you know where it needs to go, I’ll get some of the guys to help me out. In fact," he took your hand, the one you punched Carter with, and brought it to his lips. He swore he heard a slight whimper when they met your skin. "I'll even get your phone back before you head out."

"Thank you," you said breathlessly, clearing your throat as you looked away for a second. It felt good knowing he took your breath away, too. "I mean it. Thank you so much, Ari."

Ari knew your friend would show up any minute, so he cherished the feeling of holding you for a bit longer. He meant what he said about you needing a friend. The wound would take time to heal and he would help you see that you were perfect.

 A sweet and tart girl who made everyone around you smile.

He just hoped you wouldn’t hold it against him when he punched Carter in his smug face.

*****

We'll see more of Beast and Sweetart, along with some other riders, soon. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Yennskier’s 100% incorrect correct quote

The Oscars and Hollywood in general is just becoming a bigger joke. They will keep lose revelancy while they keep showing their biased views, a white man's career will not be over when he's accused of sexual assault but a black man slaps someone and its the end of his reputation

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Posting this here because ya never know who needs to hear this. It’s something that I really need to hear most days so hopefully this helps whoever also needs a little reminder. 💖

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The little shit!!! I loved this

Bed of Roses

dark!Clark Kent x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ only; DUBCON, coercion, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, major size kink, descriptions of size difference, no plot

thanks to @/inklore for the divider

You had come to trust Clark, trust in his righteousness, and more personally, you trusted him to never hurt you.

Not only was he the hero the world needed; Clark had placed his secret in your hands. The least you could do for him was be there to support him in the little ways you could. It hadn't seemed enough at first, because compared to the fires he battled, the heights he flew, what could you dare hope to provide for Clark? But he kept coming back. In time, you overcame the shyness of beholding a hero. But the awe never wore off.

And how could you not grow to love this lonely soul that insisted you were the only balm for the sacrifices he made?

You hadn't been ready that first time, but he had been patient with you. You started out with so much going through your mind; afraid you would disappoint him, afraid that the next stage of physical intimacy would change too much of your relationship.

Then he came in, with a confident touch and encouraging words. There was so much, he was so much that night.

Hungry -- his eyes blazed up and down your naked form; his hands grasped and squeezed firmly so that were you to try and get away, you would have surely failed. His mouth had swallowed down your mumbles, nipped your skin until you felt dazed in submission.

You had been nervous, yet his cooing washed away your quiet words. His unrelenting weight kept you in place beneath him. Kept you secure, just as he insisted you should be. I'll always keep you safe. He could understand you so well, even better than your own mind, it had seemed. You don't let new things scare you off. You're my brave girl. He shouldered the responsibility of Earth's inhabitants, yet, Clark did not hesitate to pay extra attention to you.

"Just the tip, that's it." He cooed, nuzzling against you as your lips parted in mimicry of how he was opening you up. "So good, sweetheart."

He wedged the tip of his cock between the wet lips of your cunt, pressing, splitting, pushing until the bulbous head burst past that tight opening and stayed caught. You gasped, breathing shallow at the impossibly thick intrusion.

He took your hand. He kissed your fingertips, then licked your open palm and guided you, wrapping your little hand around his shaft and leading you in stroking him. He huffed, grunting how good you made him feel.

"Such a good girl for me. Fuck, this pretty pussy can't fit all of me yet, huh? Keep going."

You did your best, eager to please him, eager to be good so he could see how much you loved him being gentle for you. Even with the overwhelming heat of his skin on yours, the press and mix of sweat, you tried following his lead. The initial sting of his penetration had faded and all you wanted was to make him feel good. He had listened to you. When you were hesitant, he had encouraged you to trust in him and in yourself. He challenged you in a good way, knowing you could handle these new touches. Clark had told you he knew what was best for you, and see how he had proven it?

Your heart thundered, but you sped up, gripping him tight. You squirmed as he sucked hard at a nipple, sparking jolts of pleasure through you, making your whine at the way his teeth ran across your softness. He groaned. You felt his muscles under your free hand, contracted with so much pressure like he was holding all of himself back. He tried so hard, all for your sake. You would be good for him.

You felt sore and so tired after, and so safe in his embrace.

He kissed you as you fell asleep. Grateful that you could share this with Clark. He would never make you do anything you couldn't handle.

He held your knees wide apart and gorged himself between your legs. You grew sensitive after his eager mouth suckled and licked you so. When you tried to sit up, uttering his name, he yanked you onto your back and kept taking in your sweet slick. His tongue thrust into you, then one finger pushed in that had you whimpering.

Again, you were at his mercy -- no, you were receiving his love, his passion. He was so good to you. You could be good for him.

You hadn't expected so much of his attention tonight, and couldn't help writhing as he kept at you, kissing your sensitive core raw.

When he sat up, you groaned in relief. Clark dropped soft kisses along your hip, murmuring praise. You would have swooned if you weren't already a puddle of buzzing pleasure.

Tonight, he asked to touch you again just so. He missed you, couldn't get you out of his mind, needed to be close to you. Just the tip again, he said.

Now, you were trapped under him. The tip of his cock had found home in you once more. Just as tight of a squeeze as the first time. You wanted to make him feel good again. Just the tip. You could do it.

He was leaving wet kisses up your breastbone, when you felt another bit of his cock slide in.

You winced.

"You're okay. I got you."

A brief rut had you pressing at the side of his ribs. "...Cla..Ah..."

He licked into your mouth. His big paw captured your hand, holding it down. He flexed his hip and you whined at getting split more and more.

"Feel so fucking perfect," he groaned. He filled you so much now, you sobbed, trying to remind him of his promise, but he kissed you, his gravelly voice unrepentant in your ear.

"Knew you could take it. My good girl."

He drew out and thrust slow and slick into you, again and again. Each time he withdrew you felt your pussy clinging to him and you didn't know how but the heat in your center flared hotter and hotter. There was so much of him to fit in, and he had primed you for it, dripping as you were. But you had not been prepared for this, and there so much, so much of him to take.

Resting his forehead on yours, Clark took up all the space in and around you. He was everything, all that you could feel as his hips met the backs of your thighs.

Your body grew taut, ready to combust. Grinding against you lit up that nub of pleasure and you whined with your release. Seeing you lose yourself in climax drove Clark to a frenzy, hips snapping until you couldn't remember how it felt before he claimed you. He growled into the crook of your neck, holding you tight as he came.

As your mind slowly cleared, he shifted you, laid you out on top of him. You felt his hands all over, stroking down your back, kneading your shoulder, squeezing your bottom. His touch, heavy and warm, lulled you away from how overwhelmed you had felt.

Clark knew all along what was good for the both of you.

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Where can I order a Jake for me?

Never Have I Ever…

Pairings: Jake Jensen x female reader (not My Best Friend, Jensen verse)

Warnings: explicit sexual content- oral (female receiving), explicit language, talk of past inadequate lovers, asshole ex-boyfriend, a dash of angst, pinning, pussy worship kink (is that a thing?) praise kink, implied smut, Jake being the fictional boyfriend we all deserve (18+)

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: this is not JJ x sunshine from My Best Friend, Jensen.

This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

'But like... never?' Jake asked, squinting in disbelief, ‘never?’

'Um... no' you shrugged, embarrassed at your admission, 'can you hand me that folder?'

You had been paired with Jensen for a huge project at work and had gotten to know him over the past few months. You'd even consider him a friend at this point. And it was a good thing, since you were now sitting cross-legged on the floor of your office, folders spread all around you as you spilled-your-guts to him about the most embarrassing part of your love life. Or lack of love life to be exact.

'OK... so like some guys can't find the g-spot... with their...' Jake cleared his throat and cocked his head slightly down towards his lap, 'but not even with his fingers or tongue?'

'I don't know...' you said, face burning with embarrassment as you tried to hide behind a folder.

'You don't know?' Jake asked, going silent while he processed your words, 'wait... did he ever go down on you?'

You were silent, chewing at your bottom lip, pretending to run the numbers again as you avoided his question. Your gut turning painfully as you worked to keep your breathing steady. This was a mistake.

'Y/N?' Jake's voice was raised in disbelief, leaning over to catch your gaze, 'hey?' His voice softened, the concern in his tone made your heart ache.

'It's not a big deal, Jake' you tried to brush it off like it didn't bother you. It's what you always told yourself at least. But deep down you knew you were lying. And something told you Jake did too.

'Not a big deal?' He choked, 'your dumbass ex boyfriend never gave you an orgasm... never tasted you and you're trying to tell me that's not a big deal?'

'Tasted me?' You squeaked, you could feel the heat wash over your face in waves, the warmth reaching your ears.

'Hell yeah, tasted you' he said from his chest, 'I love tasting the woman I'm with... laying her out, spending as much time as I can between her sweet thighs, making ‘em tremble, making her scream my name. It gets me so fuckin' hard.'

'Oooh' you managed a shaky breath as you felt an ache build deep in your belly. An ache that was too deep to reach with your fingers or your vibrator. You whimpered when Jake looked up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips.

'It really is one of my favorite things about being with a woman' he continued, as you eyes flickered to his lips, discreetly pressing your thighs together for some much needed relief. You shifted in your work-appropriate sundress, bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you hung on his every word.

'It's intimate and soft and beautiful... making a woman fall apart in your mouth' he said, his voice low and warm as you squirmed, arousal pooling in your panties.

'It's my fault, really' you offered, absentmindedly, still staring at that perfect-pink-pout, 'the ex always said I couldn't relax enough t-to cum.'

'What? Oh, fucking come on' Jake practically snarled, rolling his eyes and punching the floor as he leaned back against the base of your cushioned arm chair, his head hitting it with a soft thud.

Jake's reaction made you startle as your thoughts were pulled back to your work project and the time.

'Yeah... well' you coughed, clearing your throat uncomfortably, 'maybe if we ever finish this project I'll loosen up enough to meet a guy...'

'That's bullshit' Jake grumbled, 'please tell me you know that's bullshit' his glasses were off and he was pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing his tired eyes in frustration.

'Y/N...' he sighed, putting his glasses back on and giving you an incredulous look, 'this has nothing to do with you...'

'You don't know that' you said, eyes prickling with tears as you busied yourself with putting papers back in folders and started stacking them neatly beside you. It was well past time to call it a night.

'I do' he sighed, leaning his elbow on the seat of your chair as he angled his long lean body towards yours, 'that asshat shoulda been working to relax you... you know… get your pussy ready so he can take you apart over and over... and over' he emphasized, suggestively.

'Well there was never even one over... so there couldn't be multiple overs...' you snorted, 'um... remind me why you're single again?' You teased.

'Why are you?' He shot back, but his voice didn't have his usual playfulness to it.

'I told you... frigid bitch' you smirked, your self deprecating sense of humor usually earning you at least a pity chuckle from Jake, but this time he remained stoic, unspoken emotion burning in his eyes.

Jake took a deep steadying breath, his jaw clicking as he smoldered with an emotion you hadn't seen from him before... Anger.

Jake was angry. He was fuming in fact. And for the first time since you had started working on this project, you wanted to be anywhere else then with him.

You finished stacking the rest of the folders with no help from Jake, leaning on all fours to reach the ones farthest from you. You swear you heard a low rumble in his chest when you leaned just over him.

'Well... um... I'll see you tomorrow' you stumbled over awkward words as Jake pushed off the floor, rising slowly to his feet. It was the first time you realized just how much taller he was then you.

He still hadn't said a word, was just glowering down at you with a smolder that made a tingle snake up your spine, your heart hammered against your rib cage. You shifted uncomfortably, the slick in your panties making your thighs stick together under your dress.

'Y/N' Jake growled your name as you moved to get up, he offered you a hand and you accepted, tired legs wobbling a little, regaining your balance as you smoothed your hands down the length of your dress, a nervous habit.

'I'm sorry... I...' you began, but Jake was pulling you into his chest as he ducked down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as if he needed you to breath. His large hands tentatively framing your face, his action a contrast to the burning need he felt for you. You leaned into the kiss, needing him just as much as he needed you.

'I wanna taste you' his voice was low as he took the time to explore your mouth, sitting down and pulling you, still standing, between his thighs.

You nodded against his lips, carding your hands through his hair as your tongue swept into his mouth. Jake groaned, gripping at your soft curves before his hands smoothed down your hips. Your breath hitched when his warm fingers cradled one of your knees, gently opening you up.

Jake pressed his forehead to your belly, shivering you could feel the warmth of his kisses chaining over the fabric that covered your thighs. Your hands went to his broad shoulders as his fingertips softly traced up your bare legs. You held your breath when his finger hooked into the string waistband of your panties resting low on your hips.

'This OK?' He asked, staring up at you, the cool blue of his eyes dancing with desire.

You bit your bottom lip, nodding your answer as your entire body trembled with anticipation.

'Need ya to use your words, pretty' he goaded, 'been waitin’ so long to taste you... fuck, can't tell you how many nights I left here rock-hard just dreaming about this sweet cunt on my tongue' he has tugging your panties down your legs as a breathy yes was pulled from your throat, a chant on your lips.

Jake groaned when he got your panties off your body, stuffing the delicate ruined fabric in his back pocket.

'Smell even sweeter then I imagined' he hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to your cloth covered clit, pausing there to inhale your scent.

You whimpered, impatiently, wiggling your hips and grinding up into his face, seeking any sort of relief for your swollen bundle if nerves.

'Still not a big deal, baby?' He teased as a sob escaped your lips, you trembled, knees weak as you fought the urge to collapse.

'Shhhhhh' Jake cooed, 'I got you, pretty' he smiled softly, removing his glasses and tossing them to the side table before taking the hem of your sundress and bunching it up to your waist, he hooked your leg behind the knee and slowly brought it up over his shoulder, never breaking eye contact with you as he gave you time to adjust to your new position. He didn't even flinch when your nails dug into the meat of his broad shoulders, trying to steady yourself.

'Gonna show you just how much of a treat you are' his words came in hot puffs over your mound as you stared down at him, body tense with nerves.

Jake's nose ran up the length of your folds before diving right in, sucking your pearl into his mouth in a messy kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.

‘Fuck, taste so good’ he hummed his appreciation, a man starved.

The chorus of moans Jake was pulling from you was heaven to his ears. They started soft and timid as you rocked over his strong tongue but soon enough you were grinding into him, needing more.

'Oh, god, Jake' you gasped, 'please....please' you whined, not even sure what you were pleading for until he speared into your center, fucking you with his thick tongue.

Your body jolted forward, catching yourself on the back of the chair when he added a finger to where his tongue was fucking into you. Jake groaned possessively as his finger curled into your spongey walls and hooked into a spot that made you see stars.

'Fuck, Jake' you choked, squirming as the pressure in your belly built hot and heavy.

'Come on, pretty' Jake praised, 'doing so good for me' he said, licking a thick strip up your folds as he palmed his impossibly hard cock.

'I can't' you whined, overwhelming pleasure flooding your senses. You gasped when he took handfuls of your ass, rocking your hips into his mouth as he sucked your pearl with a harsh flick of his tongue.

You sobbed when the coil in your belly snapped, unraveling as a warmth washed over your entire body and you collapsed into Jake's chest utterly sated as your heart kicked against your rib cage.

Jake pressed his wet lips to your dewy crown, smirking when he noticed the tear stains streaking your cheeks. You were completely wrecked in the prettiest way possible.

'You wanna see what real pleasure tastes like?' He murmured against your temple, gripping your ankle and shifting you until you were straddling his lap.

'Yes' you panted as he crashed his lips to yours, the tang of your arousal still on his tongue as you felt his heavy length press against your sensitive mound, making you cry out.

You groaned, breaking the kiss too soon as you pressed your forehead to his, suddenly feeling self conscious.

So... that's cumming?’ you whispered against his lips, the corners of your mouth curling into a shy smile.

'Oh, pretty' his laugh was warm, 'that’s just a taste…wait until you're making a mess on my cock.'

You whimpered, pressing a hard kiss to his lips before pulling back and helping him with his glasses.

‘That’s better’ he smiled up at you, ‘hi, pretty girl’ Jake said.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, butterflies fluttering in your chest. You sighed, tired and happy as you lazily ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, ducking down for a soft, shy kiss.

‘Thank you’ you whispered, suddenly feeling the weight of every asshole you ever dated all at once.

‘Hey, it’s OK’ he soothed, ‘you did so good, baby… so good’ he smiled caressing your cheek as he wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

‘Can I…’ he started and stopped, ‘can I make you cum again?’ he asked, ‘I'll take you out to dinner first' he offered, flashing you his boyish grin.

‘Why wait for dinner’ you sniffled, smiling down at him with a soft giggle as he wrapped his big arms around you, pulling you into the first of many filthy kisses.

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It was the first time my shrieking drew someone closer to me. I saw it in the corner of the mirror. A shuffling amongst the shower curtains, grey pyjamas it looked like. They reminded me of something horrible. Black hair, fair skin. A young boy. It was like the mirror wanted to stab my eyes with the worst memories.

Except, I didn’t have eyes.

If my shrieking wasn’t going to do it, I thought my visage would. I turned slowly, revealing each rip, tear, cut, and pustule on my pallid skin. My fingers would look especially long, like the claws of some horrid roc. Their nails would be long and sharp enough to break flesh to the bone. And my teeth—when I flash my smile, my teeth would do all the talking.

But the boy had little reaction other than a slight shaking of his arms and legs. His eyes—oh what eyes he had—stared wide open at me. He was frozen, as if he had been trapped under an ice-skinned lake. His parents had chosen the wrong house to move into.

I began laughing. There was nothing funny. But I laughed, because laughter is a weapon—it’s a devastating lance that strikes straight into the gullet. Your breath escapes, you stare at the teeth and the creases on the face, and the deepened eyebrows, and the eyeless sockets of a skull with a dead woman’s flesh.

His eyes settled, and his arms and legs stopped shaking. He shoved his hands into his pyjama’s pockets.

I reached out my hand, and the boy did not so much as flinch when I touched my cold, clammy hands to his cheek. Instead, he raised his own hand and touched mine. He closed his eyes, and he let me run my hands over his head, over and through his hair, rubbing his eyebrows, feeling his tiny little ears.

“It’s not you, is it?” I asked. My first words in eighty years.

The boy opened his eyes, felt the scales and cuts on my arm, all the horrible marks of a thing too dead to be beautiful. He came closer, closer than any living thing ever had.

Then, for the first time since I died, I felt warmth. It was in the chest, or what should be the chest, if it wasn’t cleft in half to reveal rotten and diseased insides.

The boy lay his head against my chest and wrapped his arms around me.

“It can’t be you,” I said. “How could they let you come back? How could they make you come back? After all that they did to you?”

“I came back on my own,” the boy said. His voice echoed through my corpse.

“Why would you?” I asked. “Don’t you know what they did to you?”

“I know,” the boy said. “And I also know what you did for me, when no one else would.”

Another kind of warmth—this time on my face, sliding and streaming down my eye sockets, wetting my cheeks.

“You shouldn’t have come,” I said. My voice was breaking. “You don’t want to end up like me.”

The boy hugged me tighter. “I would rather be you than anyone else.”