Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader Word count: 1,175 Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex (Female). Unprotected sex. Softer side of Ketch. Request: ( @plaidstiel-wormstache ) Ketch waking the reader up for morning sex.
(also I’m a giant
piece of shit I’ve been so busy and barely have time to write but I’m
You were sure he could feel every pounding heartbeat as his
lips hastily attached to yours, his palm pressed to your ribcage. You tried to
play it off and seem cool with the whole thing, but you were so nervous you
thought you would throw up. And then you couldn’t stop thinking about throwing
up while he was kissing you, and that made you even more nervous.
You had come over to watch a movie. That was Harry’s original
plan, but you could tell he was feeling cheeky just in his voice when he’d
called you earlier, and you knew there wouldn’t be just watching a movie and
holding hands like a couple of middle schoolers.
So that’s how you found yourself in this predicament: Harry
slipping his delicious tongue into your mouth as he settled himself between
your open legs, his hand inching ever so slightly under your shirt. You could
feel his calloused fingertips tread lightly over your skin and you shivered,
your heart jumping.
“Yeh good?” he murmured against your mouth, his lips
brushing yours with every word.
You swallowed and nodded, because this was good, right? You’d
always had a thing for Harry. What girl didn’t? This was practically a dream
come true for you. Or so you thought.
He devoured your lips once more, cutting off any words that
could have escaped in his absence. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pushed
it up, his hand cupping just beneath your bra. Harry’s thumb grazed across your
ribs, then dipped below the fabric cup holding your breast. This was
progressing. It was no longer some silly make out session.
You pulled away from him rougher than you anticipated, your
cheeks burning.“Wait,” you gasped.
Harry pulled back, his lips raspberry red and swollen from
pressing against yours. “Yeh okay?” he asked, his brows furrowing in concern.
You sat up and he situated himself from between your legs to
your side as your tucked your hair behind your ears and tried to keep your
embarrassment to yourself. “I’m fine,” you muttered.
“Was I goin’ too fast?”
You bit your lip. Was he going too fast? He wasn’t exactly
ripping off your panties and just going for it, but he was going further and faster than you had anticipated. You’d only
ever made out with a guy, and you let one cop a feel over your shirt once, but
only for a second. However, Harry didn’t know any of that. In fact…
“So… I lied…”
Harry tilted his head in confusion, anticipating your next
“I’m a virgin,” you blurted, your cheeks hot. During a conversation weeks ago, when Harry and you somehow got on the conversation of your sex lives, you played it cool, acting like you’d lost it to a past boyfriend. In reality, that wasn’t the case.
Harry’s eyes didn’t leave yours. He didn’t look shocked or
stunned or disappointed. The lack of reaction from him relieved you. “Tha’s
okay,” he shrugged.
You tugged on your fingers and tried to avoid his eyes, but
they were so damn green and dreamy. “I’m sorry.”
“’Ey,” Harry said in a somewhat stern voice. “Yeh ‘ave
nothin’ to be sorry for.”
“We could jus’ kiss if tha’s all yeh wanna do,” Harry
“That’d be nice,” you admitted, chewing on your lip.
Harry grinned and reached over, gently placing his palm on
the side of your neck, leaning in as he guided your head toward his. “Yehr
heart is beatin’ really fast,” he noted.
You couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m fine. I promise.”
Your consent and confidence gave Harry the green light to
meet his lips with yours once again.
You could hear Calum shouting your name loudly from outside. The words muffled as your ears were clogged. It didn’t take long for you to hear him knocking on the door. “Y/N! Y/N!” Calum sang loudly, “Open the door!” Your eyes rolled in annoyance and you stood up from your spot to shuffle towards the door. Once you had opened it and came face to face with Calum, his smile immediately faded when he looked at you. “You look like hell,” Calum commented making you glare at him even more.
“Well hello to you too. What do yo-ahchoo,” the sneeze came sudden, making Calum rear back in surprise.
“Bless yo soul,” Calum chuckled, pushing past you to get inside.
“Thank you-what are you doing here?” you asked, pulling the blanket that was wrapped around your body tighter against you. Calum blinked at you in surprise as if he had forgotten you were there. You could feel the snot about to trickle out your nose and ran to grab some tissue.
“We were suppose to hang out today remember? Mini golfing, lunch, movies… Is it ringing a bell?” he asked, watching you blow your nose. You shook your head at his words. You hadn’t been remembering much ever since you became sick. It was like some symptom where your memory gets wiped.
“I don’t remember making these plans at all,” you sighed, blinking slowly at him. “Besides I think I’m gonna have to cancel,” you told Calum, gesturing at yourself as to why you couldn’t go.
“Yeah you look like you’ve been ran over by a bus,” Calum laughed. You slapped him upside the head and he went quiet. “Alright I’m sorry, what’s wrong with you though?” he questioned, walking over to you. He placed the back of his hand on your cheek.
“What do you think. I’m sick,” you said in a hoarse voice. Calum gave you a “no duh” look clearly realizing that once he had felt how hot you were. “I’m running out of tissue, my nose and ears are clogged, I’ve been coughing up a storm, and I’m basically high off of cough syrup right now,” you said, catching your breath.
“Well we don’t have to go out,” Calum told you. He pulled you towards the couch and sat you down. “Since you’re sick I say we hang out here and order some take out. What do you say?” Calum smiled at you in excitement as if he had solved the world’s oldest question on what the meaning of life was. Before you could even answer him you started coughing relentlessly. Calum’s face scrunched up in disgust and he reached out to pet the top of your head. “Okay you stay here and I’ll run out to the store to get some medicine and tissue.”
“Sounds like a plan,” you gasped, focusing on trying to take in deep breaths. Calum announced that he was going to be back soon and you tossed him the keys before he left you. It had been one hell of a week and being sick wasn’t helping you one bit. While Calum was out to the store you thought you should take another hot shower to help open your sinuses. By the time you had gotten out the shower Calum had gotten back. He was standing in your kitchen, humming a song, and preparing something.
“Enjoy your shower?” Calum asked, turning back to look at you for a split second.
“Yeah I feel a bit better,” you mumbled, leaning over the counter and looking at him curiously. “What are you doing?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing as you watched him cook.
“Well I was going to order take out, but I realized you probably can’t taste anything and that chicken noodle soup is always a great cure.” Calum turned around and slid over a cup of tea.
“You’re the best you know that,” you smiled at him, lifting the cup of hot tea up to your lips. You took a sip of the tea and your face scrunched up in surprise. “Oh god-what is that?” you asked, sipping even more of it, but slowly this time.
“That’s what best friends are for,” Calum grinned, “And it’s ginger, so drink up.” He pushed the cup up even more to make you guzzle down at least half of the tea. If you hadn’t known Calum for so long you, this interaction would have been weird. It had become habit for both of you to take care of the other if they were sick. You had done it to Calum a multitude of times. That’s how close the two of you were to each other.
“I’m gonna pick a movie,” you told him, sliding down from the stool and carrying the cup of tea with you.
“Alright just no horror movie and like stay in your sickly bubble. I’m not going to cuddle you this time no matter how much you pout at me!” He had shouted after you. You smiled to yourself already knowing Calum would cave to your pouts and puppy dog looks. You were hard to resist especially when you were sick. You were thankful that Calum was taking you care of you. It always sucked to be alone when you were sick. When you were younger there was always a parent around to take care of you. Now that you were an adult you had to take care of yourself.
“How about we watch The Gallows,” you shouted, hearing a groan come from Calum in return. You smirked and picked out an old Disney Channel movie you knew Calum liked. It was going to take a while for you to get better, but at least you knew your best friend was here to help you along the way.
listen it is @kidovna‘s birthday and I love her and this is really last minute but i had to write SOMETHING so there you go! based on her incredibly awesome gif, I hope you like it Soba <3
Yuri wakes up to the sight of Victor sprawled across the
bed, his limbs dangling off the edge almost precariously, a slight drool stain
on his chin. For all his grace on the ice, Yuri’s fiancé had close to no elegance in other
aspects of life and sometimes, that made Yuri feel better. It was proof in an
odd way that Victor, just like him, was human.
Chuckling softly, Yuri shifts till he’s lying right beside
the man before running his fingers up his arm, trying to rouse him without
startling him. His touch is soft, barely there, loving. Victor flinches in his
sleep but there’s a blissed out smile on his face, like he knows it’s Yuri that’s
caressing him. Yuri giggles, a little louder this time, before placing a chaste
kiss on Victor’s nose.
Victor’s eyes twitch before blinking awake, fighting against
the orange rays of sunshine flooding their bedroom. It isn’t early by any
means, but it’s still morning. A lazy, gorgeous morning that Yuri greets with a
“It’s far too early to be smiling like that,” Victor
grumbles, licking his dry lips and struggling to keep his eyes open.
Yuri scoots closer and nuzzles Victor’s chin before pressing
his lips to it. “Maybe, but it’s a beautiful day and it deserves a smile.”
Victor’s eyes are now open and he gazes at Yuri with the
most blatant amount of affection, it’s downright embarrassing. Yuri almost
tells him to stop staring before realizing he’s doing the exact same thing. He
cant really help it though, not when he’s dating the most beautiful man he’s
ever laid eyes on.
“I love you.”
The confession is honest and simple, just three words said
with the utmost conviction, and yet Yuri’s heart pounds in his ribcage, a blush
tainting his entire face bright red. Victor has never held back when it comes
to showing his emotions, but while he’s used to most of Victor’s words, he’s
never truly gotten used to his I love you’s.
And honestly? He hopes he never does.
Yuri’s lips travel down to Victor’s collorbones, placing a
soft kiss there before travelling back up along his throat, tracing the veins
with the tip of his tongue before he finds Victor’s lips and presses a kiss to
it, filled with unsaid emotions that he’s never been able to put into words.
“I love you.”
They kiss and they feel, they sigh and they whisper, they
touch and they caress. That’s how they speak, how they know, how they love. It’s
intimate in a way Yuri never thought he’d be lucky enough to feel, and he
thanks his stars every single day for that fateful evening he skated at the
rink and got his recording on the internet.
Victor pulls Yuri to his chest , tangling their legs and
holding him close to his warmth. Yuri snuggles closer, till his head is fitted
perfectly into the crook of Victor’s neck, inhaling his scent, a scent Yuri now
Victor slowly pushes his hand up and cups the side of Yuri’s
face, fingers tangling in his hair, stroking his face softly. The motion is
relaxing, reassuring, loving. Yuri melts in his arms like butter, his own hand
moving up to clasp Victor’s hand before his thumb pushes out, slowly drawing
patterns on his wrist before he simply ends up stroking it over and over, rhythmically.
Yuri feels his eyelids droop and he lets them shut, drifting
away as his body melds into Victor’s like it’s the most natural thing to do.
Their breathing synchronizes as the two of them fall back asleep, tangled
together in both body and soul.
Matthew watched as you walked in for the second time that day in a different outfit talking about you just had a craving for the lemon pies. He was currently behind the counter eating a bag of cheetos, wiping the orange dust on the hem of his apron.
Purposefully bending over, you examined the Reeses that you could have sworn were a shelf higher yesterday. You knew what you were doing though, you had been coming in here for three weeks now ever since he picked up this summer job from his uncle.
That strong jaw and narrow eyes that never left your face or body as you walked around the store. He smiled at you, one of his corny ass grins as he asked you if sweatpants was the only thing you owned. Just to spite him the next day you paid for your gas inside, wearing a fitted white tshirt dress and gladiator sandals that held onto your calves. You heard him suck in a breath as you grinned at him. He was extra aware of everything you did after that, slick talking asking if you had a man, wondering what shade of lipstick that was.
Saying: That dress looks good on your figure, when he really wanted to compliment how it hugged your ass. Now you found yourself in a long sleeve crop top and a fitted thigh length skirt and heels. Taking your time you stood back up, making sure to move slowly, letting that spandex fabric stretch over your ass as you turned around to grin at him.
“Y’all better have my cherry coke too.” Giving him a small smile, cherry red lipstick popping as he plainly stared at you letting you knew he was staring at your ass.
“It’s back there. Ol’ greedy ass. You don’t need to be eating them snack cakes this late at night.” He popped another cheeto in his mouth, praying that no one else was going to come into the store at this time.
He looked out the door at the gas station, not a soul in sight. The sky was black, a bright full moon staring back at him. He’d close the store at 1AM, and the clock currently read 12:35, he could close early right?
Grabbing a cold can you strutted to the counter, leaning over the surface. “YSo you gonna be my daddy now or something?”
Ringing up the lemon pie, he stared dead into your eyes, licking his lips. His eyes said I want you, but his outside demeanor seemed professional. “Only when I’m giving it to you that good.”
Biting your lip, you leaned over the counter, letting your Victoria’s Secret demi cup push up do the work. “Do I have to make an appointment?” Holding out a crisp $10.
Taking it, Matthew said nothing, giving you the change he came from around the counter, at first you watched him, your heart about to pop out of your throat as you wondered could you also walk the walk. Then he locked the store doors, flipped the sign from open and closed, and turned out the lights in the front.
Walking past you, he looked down at you with a slick grin. “I have a slot open.” Opening the office door in the back, he held it open. “You coming?”
Well this is what all your talking had got you, and you squared up your shoulders, making sure to swivel those hips as you walked past him into the office, your hand lingering over his pectorals.
The door closed with a hush, and he wasted no time picking you up wrapping your legs around his waist. His mouth was on your lips, your neck, your jaw. Tongue poking out to wipe across your lips and beg entry. Opening your mouth, you let your tongues mingle as you felt a hardening shaft poking at your panties.
“All that talk you you’re just putty in my hands.” He teased you, setting you down on the ground.
Raising an eyebrow you kicked off your heels. “I wasn’t joking about anything.”
His belt popped open, the sound of his jeans unzipping had you wetter than you thought. “Not even the: ‘tasting my pixie stick’ part?”
Grinning with your tongue out, you teased him. “I hope it’s not that small.”
He shook his head at you, saying nothing as he let his pants drop, and the king sized snickers he was packing seemed to shut you up. One hand on your shoulder, the other palming himself he rubbed his tip against your lip.
“Now that shut you up.” Chuckling as you gave kitten licks to his tip, looking up at him as you placed his head in your mouth, tongue rolling over the tip.
He took a deep breath, watching himself disappear in your mouth and then reappear covered in your saliva. Good thing your curls were already held up in a puff, he watched you swallow him down, hands on his thighs to steady yourself.
A jerk from his hips pushed him farther into your mouth, and he hissed feeling himself touch the back of your throat. “Let me hear you.”
One hand on his sack, you massaged him as you picked up the pace, head bobbing back and forth as you sucked on him. Tongue hanging out of your mouth as you licked up and down his shaft before shoving him back down your throat.
He was holding your shoulders, head leaning back as he groaned your name softly, his hips moving gently. With a pop he came free of your mouth, standing you up as he pulled your panties down bending you over the desk. “All that teasing.” He groaned, the wetness of your slit rubbing on the head of his cock.
“But will your stroke game live up to what you said?” You asked as he slid his length up and down your slit, eliciting a moan from you.
Pushing your head down on the desk, he whirled his hips to the left as he entered you hard. Then to the right as he pulled out. Back to the left as he slid in real slow, and to the right pulling out just to the tip.
Fingernails trying to hold onto the Ikea wood in front of you, he leaned over your back working his hips back and forth slowly as he eased further inside you. Once hilted, he jerked himself upwards, causing a bright light to flash behind your eyes. “I’m a dancer too, can you tell?”
He’d have you denouncing any other dick like it was satan if he kept this up. Steady strokes that seemed to hit just where you wanted it, your thighs quivering as his thick fingers reached in front of you to scissor kick at your pearl. He shivered, shaking gingerly as he moaned your name into your ear, his teeth leaving little pricks on your earlobe.
“Is it good baby?” He asked, deep voice booming in the room.
“Uh huh.” You groaned, trying to sit up enough to throw it back at him.
“Words, you’re a big girl.” He held onto your hips, fingers digging hard into your skin as he slammed his hips into your ass.
You stuttered, mouth open as you felt your orgasm approaching. “Yea-yes, just like that.”
You couldn’t pick your leg high enough on that table, all you wanted was to feel every inch of him inside you, and just when he slapped your ass you held your breath, a scream making you ride out your orgasm as you felt him leaking warm and sticky down your leg.
Bringing you your coke and some dry paper towels, you sat in the office chair after sipping the cold fizzy drink.
“So…” He offered nonchalantly.
You stared at Matthew, wiping your lips after chugging soda. “So.”
“Wanna help me open tomorrow?”
I fixed it! I like this better! This is in honor of Travel Anon.
Warnings: fluffy smut, comfort, Bobby losing his damn mind, swearing, the reader getting injured
A/N: My love for Kyle is seriously never ending and I feel like he needs SO much more attention and love. Also, me and @thedeboniardevistation were talking about this for like a day straight. Also, I know Kyle is gone from ROH right now (I almost cried when I heard that 😢) but let a girl dream. This is…so…so…so long.
You thought you would hate being a valet. But when you are a valet to ReDRagon, it’s a little different. At first both Kyle and Bobby were rather hesitant to take on a valet but after some convincing from Nigel, they said okay. As you were growing to become the face of Women of Honor, Nigel wanted you to come onto Ring of Honor tv regularly to not only promote yourself, but also the small off shoot. So the first day up on the main roster was calm, just you coming out with them and hang out while they cut a promo. It made you smile how most of the fans started to cheer for you when you came out. At the time, ReDRagon was in a feud with the Kingdom over the Ring of Honor tag titles. So, as valet, it was naturally your job to distract all them.
It was just a random taping of Ring of Honor, ReDRagon vs the Kingdom.
You leaned over the makeup table, getting closer to the mirror with light bulbs all around the side. With a little adjustment of your shirt, your chest was on full display. You leaned back, tugging your shirt down. The shirt was the classic ReDRagon shirt, cut into a tank top, shortened so it was a crop top, and cut so low that your bra almost showed. Your bra was an insane push up bra, adding two cups despite not really needing the help. Your outfit was topped off with the tightest jeans you have and a pair of heels.
“You…you look very distracting,” said a voice behind you. Your eyes flick up to look at Bobby Fish reflected in the mirror. With a little smile, you turned around to look at him. Bobby had his jacket on, the gold ROH tag title around his waist, his mouth guard tucked behind his ear like a pencil. A few feet back, was Kyle. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was looking down at his belt, rubbing at the already gleaming gold with a cleaning rag over and over again.
You watched him for a bit, trying to will him to look at you. He never did. Watching him made you feel rather hopeless. You have had feelings for him for a rather long time, ever since you “joined” ReDRagon. His smile made you smile. His stupid little jokes made you laugh, hard. Sometimes, he would kiss your forehead, and your heart would stop. Not only was he the cutest nerd ever, his body was perfect. The way his pre-match jacket clung to every lump and bump of his body just made you weak. His angry face was so…so sexy. Despite your feelings for him, you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him about them. It would be too painful of a rejection.
“You okay y/n?” Bobby asks, touching your elbow gently. You shook your head, looking away from Kyle. Bobby smiled slightly at you. “Ready to go?” You nod, your eyes drifting back to Kyle. He looked up, but only looked at Bobby.
“Yeah,” Kyle said, standing up, snapping his belt around his waist. Bobby lightly wrapped his arm around your waist. Kyle’s eyes whipped down to Bobby’s hand clutching your hips, then he walks away. Well, more like stomps away. Bobby holds you a little tighter. You shake off Bobby’s hand, walking ahead of him. Kyle’s reaction wasn’t sitting well with you. You hated when Kyle looked at you like that.
Finally, you and Bobby made it to gorilla. Kyle was already bouncing up and down, shadow boxing. He looked pissed. Bobby glared at Kyle, but Kyle never looked over at you two. A stage hand signaled that you guys were up in one minute. With a little groan, you walked up to the small set of steps that leads to the entrance platform, putting your heeled foot on the top step. Their music hit and you three headed out.
A/N; just finished Jumin’s route, and I love him so much! Anyway, this idea came along. Hope you enjoy.
No plot. Just 2682 words of mostly smut.
Everything that happened before you walked down the aisle was a blur. You remember thinking about how Jumin had certainly outdone himself for this event. Then nothing clear until the music was playing and you were walking down the aisle. You had to focus on his clear gray eyes in order to keep your pace steady and keep the tears of joy from pouring down your face.
The reception whizzed by, and suddenly it was time to get out of your wedding gown and into the clothes you were going to wear on the plane. You weren’t even sure where you were heading for your honeymoon. You had asked Jumin once, and he’d just raised an eyebrow at you, wearing his teasing smirk.
“Oh, come on. I at least need to know what climate to pack for,” you’d pouted up at him.
“Hmmm… that is a valid point. Very well. Pack for a tropical climate.” He leaned down, kissing the tip of your nose and nipping your pouting lip. “You won’t need to pack much,” he whispered in that husky voice that betrayed his arousal.
Can you do one where Dean and reader are friends and then the reader
finds out Dean hates himself and tries to make him feel better and they
end up making out? And that leads to smut. Also, can Dean be really
loud? And after it’s done he tells her that she is the only girl that
made him scream like that. Also, while she is riding him, she keeps
telling him that he is amazing and should love himself the way she loves
him. I would be so happy if you could write it. It would help me with
Yoongi wonders what the fuck he’s doing as your fingers grip the tie around his neck tightly. He doesn’t voice his worries and he definitely doesn’t show his concern as he grips your hips pushing you against the wooden desk.
“Mr Min.” you breathe out and he observes your expression, he’s amazed that you can address him with a straight face at this point, his tongue coming out to flick at your lips in reply. He pushes up your skirt, hands hot and a little rough on your smooth thighs.
Are you taking request? Can you write an Ota smut please? You’re smut is so good!!! I understand if you don’t want to but if you can please!!!
⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Thx for your request, finally read one of Ota’s story and here’s what I’ve come up with.
Kiss By The Baddest Bidder
Category: smut, fanfic Character:
Ota Background: Idea from Season 2 Twisted of fate Notes: I only read one story so hope this’s okay. @carinecaldre69@annamreed
Stepping onto the plane and search for your seats, wondering if this is really a good idea. Running away from the media and most of all, Ota’s mother? Settling onto your seat while Ota puts the bags into the compartment, you slide up the window and smile at the night view. As long as he’s happy, you’ll do anything.
It’s only two seats next to each other, Ota pulls up the arm rest and puts his hand around your shoulder, you turn to face him and blush at how close his face is to you, “I like that you still get embarrassed after all this time.” Biting your lip as his eyes looks into yours and trails down to your lips, “Prove that you’re my koro.” You let out a sigh as he says with a grin, “You know I don’t like that nickname.” A flight attendant walks by to hand everyone blankets and pillows, Ota quickly covers both of you and pulls you close to him. “But you still love me.”
Letting out another sigh as he kisses your forehead lightly, “Ya, I do.” Ota slides his hands under the blanket, leaning down to your ear and whispers, “It’s a long flight, want to do something fun?” His seductive look and voice have always been your weak spot, feeling his breath tingling around your neck send shivers down your spine. He kisses from your ear to your neck and traces his hand to your inner thigh through your shorts, connecting his lips with yours. You let out a gasp when he slides your panties to the side, driving you crazy as his fingers dance over your wet folds.
“(Y/N), you in here?” Dean’s voice echoed through the
bunker’s cavernous garage.
“Yeah, over here!” you called back.
The tread of Dean’s footfalls against the concrete floor
grew steadily louder as he approached your car.
His boots appeared in your line of sight, next to the front tire,
followed by his face as he bent over to look under the car.
“(Y/N), what are you doing under there?” Dean questioned,
his jade eyes lit with amusement.
“It’s called an oil change, genius,” you replied, giving the
oil filter one last twist with the wrench, securing it into place. After inserting the drain plug, you grabbed
the drain pan full of used oil and tugged it along as you shimmied out from
under the car.
“Obviously it’s an oil change,” Dean chuckled. “I mean, why are you changing the oil? You
could have just asked me if you needed help.”
“Does it look like I need help?” you countered, your voice
dripping with sarcasm. “You think just
‘cause I’m a girl I can’t work on cars?”
Anonymous said: Can you do a Thor x reader smut where the team walks in on giving Thor a blowjob in the conference room at the new avengers facility and shocked and surprised because they never imagined them hooking up mainly because reader is painfully shy and Thor is really loud
Ok so this is slightly smutty I hope that’s ok and to be honest I don’t think this is my best work. Thor’s like number three on my list so I had a hard time writing for him
Your heels thundered in the empty hallway. The tower was deserted everyone was in the conference room…waiting for you. You glanced down at you watch again as another minute ticked by. Shit. You were now officially twenty minutes late for your first debriefing.
Focused on your watch you didn’t notice the wet floor sign as your feet gave way underneath you. You landed on the marble floor with a thud that stole the air from your lungs. Papers fell from the sky like rain and your heart sank a little more. This was a mistake.
As you sat up you couldn’t help but notice the coolness of your back and tears gathered in your eyes. Your case was scattered on the floor, your suit was ruined, and your makeup was starting to run. Your eyes darted back up to the ceiling trying to use gravity to your advantage. When the tears had almost disappeared you gathered your papers and ran to the conference room.
Standing in front of the big metal door you tried to calm your breathing but with every breath your lungs felt like they were on fire. Trying to steady your hands you latched onto the metal handle and took a few calming breaths. Then you felt weightless until you once again crashed into the marble floors. Dammit Tony. You heard a few gasps and felt your face heat up. At least the papers hadn’t flown everywhere. That was the only positive thing you could think of.
You felt a large hand grasp your upper arm and help you to an upright position. Heat pooled in your cheeks as came face to face with the entire team. You knew you looked like a mess. Your hair was sticking to your face and you were out of breath. You looked up at the only thing keeping you from passing out. His large hand had yet to let go of you. Thor. Your face heated up again and you wiggled from his grasp hurriedly you made your way to Nick. His face was kind and understanding.
Passing out the files you began the debriefing. You never looked away from the screen. Your heart was trying to pound out of your chest. To be honest you weren’t even sure if anyone heard what you had to say. Your voice was weak and cracking. Nick had set this up so that maybe you could start to overcome your shyness and fear of public speaking. The people sitting around the table, they were your family. Yet you can’t even speak in front of them. The voice in your head snarled.
When you finished going over the file, Nick dismissed everyone, yet you stayed glued to the spot. Clint looked over at you, you could feel the worry in his gaze, but you couldn’t meet his gaze. Before he reached the door he signed discreetly by his thigh.
“Are you gonna be ok?” You smiled on the inside. He was worse than Steve. Quickly signing you’d be fine he left closing the door. He knew you well enough to leave you alone when you were like this. Yet as the sounds of footsteps retreated you knew you weren’t alone.
Looking up you felt like you wanted to cry. There standing behind the door was your best friend. You ran into his arms the smell of pine and musk bombarded your senses. You breathed in deep and your body relaxed.
“You did wonderful my love.” Thor’s chest vibrated against your cheek making you smile. You looked up into his piercing blue eyes and chuckled at the amazed look on his face.
“Were you just in the same meeting as me? Because from where I stood it was a trainwreck. I failed.” His arms tightened around you and his eyes darkened like storm clouds. He hated when you doubted yourself. You smirked you had learned the game with him. Anytime you were feeling down he made sure you knew how much he loved you. Especially since he could only do it when the two of you were alone. You had both decided that it would be better to keep the team in the dark for the meantime. The look in his eyes quickly changed from anger to lust. He knew the game as well though he never said anything. Your all powerful god indulged your wishes.
Suddenly his lips crashed against yours. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip surprising you, as you gasped his tongue entangled yours. Your body was electrified as his hands pushed up your skirt and cupped your bottom. He lifted you up signaling for you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you to the conference table before setting you on the edge. The cool table and his warm body overloaded your senses.
Your hands tangled in his blond hair as he trailed kisses along your neck and nipped your collar bone. You moaned impatiently. He was the only person you felt this comfortable with. For once you weren’t shy about your body, you felt confident and bold. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped the front open. He chuckled into your neck. Thank god he’d ditched the armor for normal people clothing.
Your hands slide over every scar, muscle, and ripple of his tan skin. You could never get enough of this man. You managed to push yourself off the table and switch your positions. Thor was now leaning against the table his shirt fully discarded. Your eyes drank him up. How on Earth were you this lucky?
You recaptured his lips and his hands immediately released your hair from the tight bun. Thor loved your Y/C/H hair. He hated when you pulled it up. His hands lightly pulled your hair breaking the kiss but exposing your neck. His lips latched on and you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin, you felt a slight sting and knew you’d be wearing scarves for at least the next week.
With what little power you had you undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned his jeans. Getting the hint he unlatched his lips allowing you to pull down his boxers and jeans. His erection stood out proudly. You bit your lip in anticipation. You gently wrapped your hand around his cock as your tongue played with the tip. His growled deep in his throat. You smiled as he slide more into your mouth. You loved the power you held over him.
“Hey Y/N have you seen-OHMYGOD MY EYES!” At the sound of Tony’s voice you jumped away from Thor. Zipping up his pants he grabbed you by the waist hiding you from the Team. Natasha and Clint both slapped the back of Tony’s head.
“Get out of here!” Thor’s voice boomed. Tony’s eyes widened, there was an or else attached to that sentence. The door slammed shut and Thor pulled you from his chest. His eyes full of worry. Of course you were mortified but you couldn’t help but laugh and at least the Team knew about you and Thor now, Thor did this to you. Before him you would have burst into tears, to be honest you would never have even thought about getting busy with someone in a conference room. Maybe he was just what you needed.
Her head tipped to the side, lips pursed as she examined her own reflection in the dressing room of The Silk Teddy. Olivia looked down at her own pushed up cleavage, adjusting the cups of the black and floral bra piece before her fingers skimmed down her own sides. She did a small spin for herself and stopped again, still debating – Olivia never would’ve guessed that purchasing lingerie on her own would be so difficult. Making a split decision, she pulled back the curtain to her dressing cubicle, stepping outside to call out to the first person she saw in the boutique. “Excuse me,” she started, glossy lips pulling into a sharp smile. “Do you think I could get your opinion on this?” Head cocked to the side, Olivia turned her hips from side to side in a slow, tantalizing motion. “I can’t decide… Is the floral wrong for me? Or do you think it looks too difficult to get out of?”
“You did good, Corrin.” Extending a hand over to her, he effortlessly picked her up from the dirt ground below. The two were engaged in a playful spar, using mere sticks as weaponry. Though they started out serious, it sooned turned into playfulness, as the two were beginning to use the leaves embedded on the ends to their advantage. It concluded with the cavalier brushing the leaves against her neck to tickle her, and she ended up falling back on her bum, filled with her melodic laughter.
I knocked on the bedroom door before entering. Chris was bent over a mirror, putting on black eye liner. Walking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed the rivulets of his spine through his shirt. He finished his eye liner and smiled, murmuring,
“Hey, baby. What’s up?” He turned to face me, my arms still around his body. I Ieaned up on the tips of my toes, trying to kiss him, but I wasn’t quite tall enough, and settled for his neck instead. Chris laughed and bent down to press his lips to mine. One of my hands left his waist and trailed down his stomach, until I was holding onto the waistband of his jeans. I slid my hand lower and palmed him, and heard a sharp intake of breath come from him. Turning us around, he pushed me against the wall beside the vanity he had been bent over. His left hand was against the side of my neck, and the other was making its way up my skirt, while his mouth bruised mine.
Chris pulled away and began unbuttoning my shirt, kissing down my chest until my shirt was half-way open.
“Well, hello.” he smirked at my bustier, the leather cups pushing up my breasts to sit perfectly and round on my chest. With one hand he grabbed the hem of my skirt and harshly pulled it down my legs, allowing me to step out of it. He moved to pull off my bustier after he had discarded of my shirt, and I grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He looked confused, and I placed my hands on his hips, walking him backwards towards the bed until he stumbled back onto the mattress. He laughed and shook his head, yanking me down onto his lap. I used it to my advantage and leaned him back, sitting on his hips.
“You know,” I sighed, sounding disappointed. “In your interview with Bryanstars, he asked you if you liked to dominate or be dominated. If I recall, when the topic came up about being dominated, you said something along the lines of ‘If you want to please her and she wants that, you gotta give her what she needs.’ And I need you to be a good boy for me, Chris. Can you do that?” His eyes widened and he silently nodded. I smirked and pecked his lips. “Take your clothes off. Except your underwear.” I said smoothly, watching him get up from the bed and do as I had asked. When his clothes were piled on the floor, I gestured for him to lay down on the bed with his head against the pillows. “Don’t move.” I instructed.
Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out one of the same pair of handcuffs Chris had used on me. I pulled one of the cuffs behind one of the bars on our headboard and hastily secured Chris before he could object. His eyes narrowed.
“What game, exactly, are you playing? he asked.
"I’m not playing a game. I’m just getting you back for the little game you were playing the other night. Now, can you keep quiet or should I assist you?” I asked, and he immediately shut his mouth, making me laugh. I swung my leg over him, sitting back down on his hips. It was evidently clear that he was turned on. Leaning down to kiss him, I let the tip of my tongue slide cross Chris’s bottom lip, and he opened his mouth, but I moved my lips to his neck instead, kissing down to the spot on his throat right below his chin, because it drove him mad. I gently kissed the spot before softly sinking my teeth into it, sliding my tongue along his skin. I pressed my lips down over the teeth marks and sucked, pulling away to see satisfyingly red, tiny dots. I looked up at Chris, and he was biting down on his bottom lip, hard, eyes clenched shut. When I began kissing up his jaw line, he removed his teeth from his lip, seeming to relax a bit. I kissed his lips, internally cringing at the salty taste of blood. His tongue seemed to melt against mine, and I moaned into his mouth. When I pulled away, he tugged at his restraints defiantly.
I got off the bed and tugged off my panties, before sitting back down on top of Chris’s chest, my back to him. I bent over so that my face hovered just above his crotch, breathing heavily. He let out a strangled moan and rutted up against the air. I licked at the fabic of his underwear and a shiver went through his entire body. Sitting back up, I tugged off his boxers, throwing them towards the door. Bending back over, I shuffled back further near Chris’s face, and licked up his cock, sending a jolt through him. Clearing my throat in impatience, he got the clue as I continued. I flicked the tip of my tongue against him and tasted precum. I lowered my mouth onto the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it, and I let out a muffled moan as I felt his tongue against my clit. I pushed my mouth further onto his cock and then pulled back up, repeating the action until Chris was shaking underneath me. Pulling my mouth away, I sat up slightly, putting more weight on his face. His tongue slid up my entrance and just barely entered me. I moaned and made little unh, unh, unh noises as he tongue-fucked me, and my legs quaked. I let myself get just up to the peak of orgasm as Chris licked around my clit, before I moaned,
"Fuck, I’m gonna come, stop.” I turned back around and sat between Chris’s legs. Slowly, I kissed up his body, from his hips to his chest, stopping every so often to nibble and suck whereever I so pleased. I stared up at his face. It glistened with sweat and his eyes were closed, his mouth agape in a silent moan. His hands gripped the chains of the handcuffs, and I huffed out a breath. Pulling a bobby pin out of my hair, I easily unlocked them, and they clacked to the floor. As soon as his hands were free, Chris’s eyes flashed open, clouded. He sat up and grabbed my hair with one hand, his other on the small of my back, pulling me up with him. My chest hit his and our lips collided painfully, but my jaw went slack and his tongue easily parted my lips. His teeth dug into my bottom lip and he pulled playfully, tugging at my hair with his hand. Removing his hands from my hair and back, he gripped at the dip in my bustier. I watched the muscles in his arms strain and his veins show through his skin as Chris tore it in half, throwing the useless fabric away. His head dipped low and he kissed around my chest and began sucking one of my nipples, his thumb playing with the other. I dipped my head back and moaned, and Chris kissed backed up my chest to my neck, biting at my skin.
He stopped abruptly, getting off the bed and pulling me with him. Chris practically pushed me over to the vanity and turned me to face the mirror. He bent me over and I braced my hands against the wooden surface, knocking makeup brushes to the ground. He grabbed my hips as he pushed his dick into me and my mouth made an O shape. He kept thrusting into me hard, and he moved his hands, one gripped my throat, and the other was on my clit, rubbing fast circles.
“Fuck, Chris. F-faster. Go faster.” I moaned, stumbling over my words. His hand tightened slightly on my throat as he complied.
“Look in the mirror.” he hissed, suddenly sounding angry as he pounded into me. “Who’s fucking you like this?”
“You,” I breathed, hunching over the vanity in ecstasy.
“Who do you want to make you cum?”
“Fuck!” I moaned again as warmth spread all throughout my body.“I want you to make me cum! Please, I want you to make me cum all over your hard cock. Please, Chris.”
“You know I love it when you beg.” he grunted as he thrusted up into me again, and I suddenly felt myself orgasm. Goosebumps covered my skin as I moaned, digging my fingernails into the wood that I clutched. Chris kept thrusting, making my vision go blurry as I drowned in pleasure, and I felt his grip on my throat loosen as he came, his breath hot and heavy as he burried his face in my shoulder blade. His arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed my skin.
“That was not at all how I wanted this to go.” I spoke first, crossing my arms over his.
“Deal with it.” was his reply, and I saw him smirking in the mirror as he pulled away, walking only a few feet to fall into bed. “You’re such a sore loser.” he laughed as I sat beside him, wrapping the blanket around myself.
“Only because you never let me win anything.”
“You already have a trophy boyfriend. Isn’t that enough?”
So I'm sort of a large male with a deep ish voice but I want to appear cute and girly (MTF here!) I have no clue on even where to start this, any suggestions?
If you’re a largish lady, then I’m guessing you have some flesh to work with on your chest. I have three words if this is case. Push. Up. Bra.
Go get yourself a nice A or B cup push up, and you’ll get some cleavage. That’s a good starting point. :) (for chest size just tape measure around your chest, just bellow the boops)
If not then chicken fillets are your best mates. (Little silicon bra inserts that look like chicken breast)
Avoid figure hugging clothes for the time being, go for long flowey clothes. You could go for a shift dress, also. I LOVE SHIFT DRESSES.
If you don’t like your arms, keep it long sleeved, friend.
Basically you want clothes that extenuate what you want people to see, and hide the things you don’t
Have a look at style guides for larger women.
As for voice my love, you need to have patience. I just listened to girls around me talk and then practised at home by reading out loud and trying to emulate it. But my voice was never that low. I used to have to drop it, when I wasn’t in role, so people wouldn’t take the micky.
Here are some resorces that will help you with voice training:
Candi - This girl made a series of videos on how to train your voice. She uses falsetto as a starting point, so remember not to train too much or you could do damage to your vocal chords.
Deepstealth - These are a series of in depth videos on how to train your voice, they used to cost moonies, but now they have been uploaded to the wonderful tube of you, for your viewing pleasure. Warning, these are long, but very in depth. (fun fact: These videos featured in the start of transamerica)
You can also get voice therapy lessons, and even surgery. But surgery is scary and sucky so bleh.
Own it my love.
Also the app eve! It costs a bit if money but is directed towards trans people doing voice training =^-^=