#I should not be mean at this hour but boi do these feelings arouse me and my ego

[dollya-robinprotector]

The sweetest, sweetest feeling

Is knowing full well that I draw better, understand anatomy better, and improving faster than them...

Sweet, sweet feeling, making me try harder, learn better, and practice with such high determination.

[bpmiranda]

Pretty plz more DBF! Logan 👀 I'm hooked

A/N: dbf!logan, older!logan, mean!logsn, 18+ f!reader, uncle!logan, spanking, cockwarming, orgasm denial

Discipline (Logan Howlett) nsfw

Your father was wrapped around your finger, anyone and everyone could see that. You knew it very well and used it to your advantage, especially when you were in your rebellious phase. Everyone warned him he was going to spoil you, that he would let you get away with murder, and he didn’t listen - but he should have.

Uncle Logan, your dad’s best friend who served in the war with him, was aware of your situation. Logan knew you were the kind of girl to party a lot, sneak out at night, ride around with boys who were all too eager to give into your whims. Not Logan, though, he wasn’t like the rest. Maybe that’s why you liked to misbehave because you liked that Logan wasn’t going to let you get away with it.

Not Uncle Logan.

“Mm!” You grunt as he spanks you again, hot tears running down your cheeks as your head is tucked into his neck. You were fully naked while he remained in his dress shirt and black pants. Your pussy clenched tightly around his thick girth currently sitting inside you, stretching you out painfully. Your ass stung and you trembled violently on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you clutch tightly onto the back of the chair he is sitting on in his bedroom. One of his arms is wrapped around you and the other hand holding onto the cigar he was smoking so casually. As if your arousal wasn’t dripping down his cock and balls, staining his dress pants and the cushioned chair you were both occupying.

“You’re s’posed to keep count, baby doll.” He grumbles, taking a puff of his cigar, and you’re terrified to confess that you’ve lost count. “Hm, are we gonna have to start over?” He asks, his hand gently rubbing at your raw ass.

“N-No, pl-ease, Uncle Logan!” You cry weakly, wanting so desperately to cum after sitting here for almost an hour. “I’m so s-orry. I won’t sneak out again, I promise.”

Logan inhales deeply, thoughtfully as you shudder in his hold. “You’re gonna apologize to your father for having him worried sick all night?” He asks you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. The slight movement makes you barely move against him, but it’s enough for fat tears to spill from your eyes as your overstimulated cunt aches for a release. “Answer me.”

“Yes, I’ll apologize!” You cry, not daring to move, badly as you may want to, because he had warned you against it when you started. “Please, I’ve been good.” You whimper, holding onto his forearm as he now has his hand wrapped loosely around your throat.

Logan sighs. “How long till you act out again?” He asks with true disappointment on his face as he’s caressing your thigh with the hand still holding his cigar. “Me and your dad, we’re too old to be constantly worrying about you. You get it, don’t you?” You shut your eyes tightly, sobbing as you nod and accept that you’ll be here for another hour at the very least. “I just don’t think the message has sunk in quite yet, Y/N, baby.”

“Uncle Logan, please, I wanna feel your cum inside me.” You try, hoping to appeal to his masculine nature and he chuckles at your pathetic attempt.

“You know I can’t do that, baby doll.” He moistens his lips as his hands run along the sides of your body, feeling every tremble and quake in your straining muscles as you sob from the feeling of him touching you. “You’re not on birth control.”

Phew😅

[hawkinsbnbg]

Eddie asked Steve to help with his oral fixation, and Steve agreed.

tags: rimming, a dash of daddy kink & breeding kink

"You want me what?" Steve turned away from the TV to squint at his roommate.

"I have this thing call oral fixation," Eddie explained easily. "Which means I need to get my mouth busy all the time."

Steve hummed noncommittally and nodded in understanding. "I see, we can buy lollipops–"

Eddie cut him off with a chaste kiss that turned heated quickly.

"I think you're already sweet enough for me, angel." Eddie whispered once they parted with a transparent thread connecting their lips.

Blushing, he laughed weakly and pushed Eddie away. "Alright, I'm gonna help you, dude. Don't need to butter me up like that."

"I know you're my favorite for a reason, Stevie," Eddie grinned, all sunshine and rainbow again when he wasn't trying to shove his tongue down Steve's throat.

And Steve was too eager to help that it never crossed his mind friends didn't made out with each other and called it a day.

Since then, Eddie would just sidle up behind him every time he was in the middle of something, bend him over any surface that was available at the moment, tugged his shorts down, and eat him out.

Once Eddie was done, he would clean Steve up nicely, tucked him in, and walked away as if nothing had ever happened.

Leaving Steve staring in bewilderment and arousal.

They never talked about it. They just treated it as this special thing between them, their little secret.

It also helped that they lived together. More convenient for Eddie whenever his craving decided to act up.

Gradually, it became their routine, they could be watching TV on the couch and Eddie would flip him over, burying his face into Steve's ass before digging into it.

Steve never thought having someone rim him would be cozy.

But Eddie always managed to surprise him most days, and this was no exception either.

Sometimes, he'd get so comfortable that he just dozed off and then woke up feeling floaty with Eddie's fingers combing through his hair gently.

Or occasionally, he'd simply read a book while Eddie lapped at his hole for hours.

It felt almost domestic if he dared to say.

Things remained like that until one day, when Eddie kept licking at that bundle of nerves, Steve didn't even have time to react before he came.

His moan was loud and high-pitched, and Steve blushed terribly once he realized what just happened.

"Did I just...?" He glanced back at Eddie, wide eyed and disbelieved.

"You just did, baby boy," Eddie grinned at him like a shark, red tongue tracing the pearly canines that always painted reds and purples on Steve's cheeks and thighs.

Steve didn't know what to do. He had grown to enjoy the feeling of Eddie's tongue fucking him so much that he just had an orgasm due to it.

It should give him shame and

embarrassment, but all he felt was a burning need to fill the hollowness inside him.

He wanted to be full.

"Can I ask you something?" Steve licked his lips nervously.

"Yeah? What is it?" Eddie stroked his lower back soothingly, but those eyes were dark and heavy as they pinned him in place.

"Can you give me more?" Steve breathed slowly, the air was so charged that it was almost suffocating.

"More what?" Eddie raised a curious brow while petting his hole temptingly.

"More than your tongue," Steve bit out, muscles pulled taut and heart racing.

He couldn't help but arch his ass toward those calloused fingers, seeking and craving for more.

Without warning, Eddie slipped a finger inside him and proceeded to pull out and push in slowly.

"Like this?"

Steve gasped and tried to clench down on the thick and long digit.

Granted, he had fingered himself multiple times, but when Eddie did it, it just hit different.

Surreal, thrilling, and exciting were all he could sum up.

"Eddie," he moaned, breathless and needy.

"Yeah, baby?" Eddie added another slicked finger and if Steve wasn't too horny to care, he'd definitely remember that they didn't stash lube anywhere nearby.

"Fuck me," he rolled his eyes back as Eddie stroked that spot again. "Bet y– your cock would reach deeper, feel better."

"Jesus," Eddie let out an amused huff. "When did you become such a slut, hm?" He crooked his fingers, making Steve see the fucking Milky Way. "What did you do to my good boy who'd blush prettily every time I teased him?"

"Your good boy is asking you to fuck him," Steve whined and undulated his hips to chase after that toes-curling pleasure.

"Is that so?" Eddie chuckled and retreated his fingers.

Before Steve could complain, he felt something hot and thick slowly breached his loose hole.

By the time Eddie was seated fully inside him, he was drooling and cross eyed, being stuffed full and stretched to the seams.

"Still good?" Hot lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

"Y– Yeah," he slurred. "Sooo good."

Eddie was nothing he imagined. Somehow, Eddie was better than tongue and fingers could ever be.

"Gonna fuck you til you cry," Eddie murmured huskily, full of promise and hunger. "Gonna ruin you for good."

Steve couldn't say anything, mouth agape as the source of heat inside him started moving, dragging every little noise and breathy moan out of him.

He felt drunk, high, and stupid. If only he didn't chicken out every time he was about to confess to Eddie, then they could've had this sooner.

He'd have been railed to his heart's content, would've been allowed to taste Eddie's cock, would've had Eddie in his bed instead of having to jerk himself off roughly in his room after being eaten out by Eddie every time.

He had wasted so much time, missed so many chances.

"Love you," he mewled into his folded arms. "Love you so much, Eddie. Love your stupid cock, love your stupid tongue, love your stupid smiles."

Eddie cursed quietly and stopped moving. The lack of motions got Steve whine his complaint loudly.

"Did you mean it?" Eddie nipped the tip of his ear, voice so low and raspy that it almost sounded like a growl.

When Steve took too long to answer, Eddie snapped his hips and punched out a chocked-off moan out of him.

"Did you mean it, Steve?"

"I m– meant it," he nodded blindly.

Eddie pulled out and carefully flipped him on his back. "Say it again."

Now, they were face to face, Steve suddenly felt shy. He made grabby hands at Eddie, needing close contact to soothe his nerves.

Eddie's features softened visibly as he gathered Steve into his lap.

He cupped Steve's face gently and placed tender kisses on it.

Meanwhile, Steve couldn't stand the emptiness inside him any longer, so he grabbed Eddie's cock and impelled himself on it once more.

The new angle knocked his breath away, making him dizzy and delirious.

"I love you," he sighed softly, feeling more settled when he was full.

"Love you too, sweetheart," Eddie held him securely and kissed him fondly. "My pretty cock slut, aren't you?"

"Mhm," he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders and met those brown eyes, so sweet and loving. "All yours, daddy."

That was the last coherent thing he uttered.

Because as soon as he let the title slip, Eddie had railed him within an inch of his life until he forgot his own name.

At some point, he had convinced Eddie to take off the condom.

"Don't you want to knock me up, daddy?"

Apparently, Eddie was a huge perv and more than on board with Steve's baby fever.

Needless to say, they had had spent a long time in the shower later to help Steve wash out the cum.

But in Steve's opinion, it was worth all the trouble when Eddie got on his knees and ate him out until he cried and squirted messily on the tiled floor.

Afterward, once they both left the bathroom in fresh clothes and climbed into bed together, they had talked and kissed and giggled before drifting off in each other's arms.

Who would've thought helping out your friend would lead you to your happiness?

Definitely not Steve.

Not that he would complain when it led him to Eddie, though.

———

Anyway, I live for free use!Steve who's only available for Eddie.

Steve: *simply exists*

Eddie: Oh my god, all of this goodness just for me?

[lalalychee-x]

DR. RATIO D!CK PROFILE ft. headcannons

♡ WOOO! Per request, next up in this series is DR. RATIO! Didn't expect this series to gain so much attention; should I make a masterlist for it? Anyway, yk those comments that pop out hex codes about character's cock? Yeah, well, I'm going to do that too, and this time its our mundane know-it-all...!

♡ BASICS

girth: #edcfc7 body: #fae9e3 tip: #e8b3a7 size: 7inch-7.5inch texture: pale veins +veiny enough to feel them, very little curve thickness: 2.5inch foreskin: no

DR. RATIO! 's dick is probably well kept as he can't stand mess or imperfections. Looks like a work of ART, goddamn, like its perfectly sculpted. And he's generally one of the thicker ones.

DR. RATIO! 's cock doesn't curve much or at all, again looking pristine perfect. He's overall quite pale, and his tip is pale-reddish, thick and long. It takes up a good 2.5inches of his length off the bat...

DR. RATIO! is awfully stubborn though. He often just plays dead-serious, even if he is aroused by your antics. It does take him a lot of SHEER WILLPOWER to not give in.

DR. RATIO! However, expanding from that, the second he can get off of work, he has you bent over his desk and pounds you from behind. He likes tracing circles on the curve of your back, down your spine to feel and massage every curve and every bone. He grips and feels every lock of hair on your head as he pulls on it gently from behind. 

DR. RATIO! Heavily going off of that previous point, he just loves watching your figure shiny with sweat and fluid beneath him. He definitely mutters in awe at your figure, chanting how beautiful you look and worshipping your body as he fucks you: as if you were the most alluring piece of art to him.

DR. RATIO! is, despite appearing cold, praises you a lot; almost worshipping you when he sees your figure on display. He'll trail his hands (and occasionally his tongue) up and down your body, massaging and groaning with a furrowed expression as he does so. Will be constantly mutter praises and compliments breathlessly as he touches you.

DR. RATIO! is, however, a very work-orientated man. You often tease him, almost begging him to give you a bit of attention when he works long hours, or when he keeps saying 5 more minutes when you come to pick him up from his office to have lunch with him. But its not like you back down easily either...

DR. RATIO! Oh boy, you're lucky that his collegues respect him enough to not say anything when you've finally had enough and tug on his belt from under his desk. You purposefully choose when he is on a call or meeting of some sort with his camera on, before being agonisingly slow with sucking him off. You consider it a bit of payback for his cold nature (though, he is comforting at heart).

DR. RATIO! is (not so) surprisingly easy to annoy, but it's also (not so) surprisingly easy to get him hard. Just a few pumps and a couple of licks from you, means he's already having to mask his flustered state; you can tell because he starts furiously tapping his foot under his desk beside where you're sat. Out of view of the camera and the people he's talking to, of course, but he slips up once in a while. "Yes, I think we should — ! Mmh —! Hrgh, s-sorry. Repeat t-that?"

DR. RATIO! takes things slow in general, enough that he can savour you and really take in all of you, like he was analysing you. He relishes your figure as foreplay, kissing you in strange places, but it's pure admiration. To be admired by Dr. Ratio is insanely high praise.

DR. RATIO! ...How do I even describe balls?! Like, at all?! Am also working on a small Ratio x reader fic soon! Keep an eye out and tell me if you'd like that <3

Feel free to ask for other characters!

♡ Please do not modify, steal, plagarise or post on other platforms without asking. Thank you!

[malebodyexhibit]

High Maintenance (a Next Door Boy tale)

I’m maintenance unit ___ with the asset number ___. I’m writing this to catalogue my thoughts as I do my duties for the Next Door Boy agency. Particularly for this client whose name will not be disclosed. The routine and maintenance set up by the client practically has me logging each moment of the day.

I took a bite of the grapes, savoring the burst of juice in my mouth. This was a rare treat. With a body like this, it was a numbers game. Whoever says jocks or models aren’t bright has never seen their fitness plan. 151 grams of grapes is roughly 104 kcal, 27g carbs, and 1g of protein. With this body at its current weight and activity level, I need more protein than carbs, but I decided to splurge my daily carb limit on something as simple as grapes.

“Hey, no eating! Get back for the photoshoot,” the photographer called. I swallowed whatever grapes were in my mouth and walked back to the spot I had to pose. It’s been over an hour and I was getting bored. The photographer and his assistants spent a few minutes fussing over how low my pants should sag and how much ass should hang out. “They’re looking a bit pale,” he said, then smacked my ass. “Don’t worry about it. The guy usually lets me do much more.” The photographer smiled and lingered his hand on my ass.

My new body reacted to his touch and I felt my breath hitch, but I kept my cool. After another hour of photos, I was finally able to leave. The notes left behind by the client mentioned the photographer was a total sleaze, but he was good at his job so just let him have his fun.

This might be a dream job for some, but for me, it was just another job. I was hired after a recruiter pulled me from a temp agency. I had great reviews for consistency, reliability, and overall fitness. I wasn’t like this body.

As you can see, he’s toned beyond heck. A body forged in the kitchen and toned in the gym.

But I kept myself healthy, and the NDB agency saw value in that. You see, when a client rents a body--I mean ‘talent’--the ‘mind’ of the talent needs to go somewhere. Sometimes it’s the client’s body, but it’s usually put in a temporary body, which is me. My body was the temporary body that the talent used. And since all talent tended to be attractive, my relatively attractive body made it easier to be out of their own bodies.

I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper. I had to get ready for the family visit. A part of the client’s routine was an afternoon visit by his family. They usually brought him food. I had to pretend to eat it, but secretly toss it and make something from the recipes left for me. The client came from immigrant parents and as an Asian-American, he seemed to struggle with maintaining his lifestyle and his family ties. I mentioned the numbers game of food. The exotic meals tended to be high fat and high carbs. That was a big no-no.

“Son, you’re getting skinny!” His mother would coo. “Here, eat some of this. Why don’t you get married already?! You’re getting old and need someone to take care of you. What will happen if something happens to me?”

His parents didn’t know he was gay, and I had to pretend I was straight. Well, I was straight, but, you know, with how this body possession happens, you change what you like.

Tomorrow I had another photoshoot, but this time while I was at the gym. I would pump iron and get nice and sweaty (with help of assistants spraying me down with mist) then get photos taken. The photographer was getting more handsy with this body. It doesn’t help that I was told not relieve myself while possessing this body. I couldn’t cum or have sex. Which usually wouldn’t perturb me too much, but my new body is hyper sexual. I just feel constantly aroused.

I laid back on the bed. Now stripped of my clothes, I just allowed myself to get erect. Taking a deep breath, I felt my powerful lungs rise with my sculpted pecs. Without looking, I could feel my abs tense and harden. I tried not looking down, but unsuccessfully, I saw my new girthy cock rising up like a flagpole. It was throbbing and I felt the ache of weeks without relief. I could turn on my side and thrust against the bedsheets slowly as if I was tenderly entering a lover. I could run my hand over a pillow and pretend to follow the curves of a soft male body. Instead I started to slowly thrust upward into the air. I curled my feet below my body and I thrusted higher and higher. Then faster and faster. I was started to feel sweat dripping from my body and I could feel myself edging closer and closer to bliss. But I stopped myself as my cock started to twitch and I moaned out with straining restraint.

I collapsed back on the bed. To keep this body perfect and up to the client’s standard, I ate only a handful of grapes and bland gym food. I couldn’t touch this rich Japanese cock or live a life without lying. Frustrated, I curled up and went to sleep.

The next day after a photoshoot at the gym, I was with the sleazy photographer for another session. He had me strip the body down to nothing and had me hold a wooden plaque above my cock. His assistants weren’t there which was unusual. But when he started to move me into a pose, he was very hands on. He adjusted and readjusted the plaque, making sure to stimulate and brush against it.

“I like you in this body,” he said. “You don’t have an attitude. The guy thought he was hot shit. Of course, he couldn’t get a hook up. He was always chasing after white cock. He really wanted the American dream boy, but of course the American dream boy didn’t want him. Could you blame them? This guy hated being in his own skin and being around us. You’re different because you just accept it.”

“I sorta have to accept it. It’s out of my hands and it’s my job,” I said, barely able to focus on the conversation. I was stiff and trembling. It wasn’t cold. On the contrary it was hot. I was dripping sweat. I began to breathe heavier but that seemed to make it worse, because I could now see my meaty pecs bouncing with each breath. I started to feel self conscious and tried to cover my abs with my arm, but the slight touch on my naked boy brought a groan to my lips.

“Yeah, I like you in there alright. Let me help you,” the photographer said. He moved his hands to my chest. I tried to stop him but stopped. The notes from the client did say to let him have his fun. He placed his palm on my pec and lightly brushed my nipple. I moaned and moved closer to him. The photographer brought his mouth to the other nipple and started to playfully bite it. The sensation was mind blowing. My body trembled and I thought for sure I’d cum, but I endured and he licked his way from my nipple to abs. He ran his hands over my stomach. My cock was dripping with precum and I couldn’t focus on anything except his touch. When his mouth took in my rod, I practically screamed. He managed only a few strokes before I erupted with pleasure.

I opened my eyes. I smiled for the first time in weeks. The relief after the build up of lies and stress. The high maintenance lifestyle of this guy finally unloaded.

“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile,” the photographer said. I thought he was speaking to man whose body I wore, briefly he thought I was him, but when it seemed he remembered, he said, “you look completely different.”

I wondered how this body’s life would be without the constant pressure to be something he wasn’t. If he finally came out to his family. If he settled for someone who loved him. If he wasn’t himself. I didn’t know how long I had in this body, and wondered what my next assignment would be.

[markmyheartz]

“You Want Me?”| Liu YangYang

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Dom!Yangyang x Sub!Reader, hair pulling, riding, creampie, cursing, oral (female receiving), cum eating, rough sex, unprotected sex, make-up sex, breeding kink ish?

MINORS DNI!!

It was 12:40 am, and you and Yangyang had been arguing for consistently for 2 weeks, so when he didn’t come home from work earlier, that was your last straw. You heard the door crack open and got up from the couch. “Where have you been?!” You questioned in anger, “I was at a restaurant with the boys.” He replied nonchalantly. “I was waiting for you for hours! You couldn’t even send a text?!Why do you keep doing shit like this?” You said, “What do you mean shit like this?!” He replied “You have been doing things for the past two weeks that has been annoying me!” You said, and you kept going on and on and on, when you were about to start on something else, when Yangyang placed a rough kiss on your lips, in shock you pushed him away. “What the fuck are you doing?” “I’m sorry, you’re right I should’ve communicated with you that I was going out with the boys” still angry, you walked off back to your shared bedroom, until Yangyang pulled your arm, and pulled you into another kiss, but this time it was longer and hotter. You felt growing arousal between your legs as you kissed him back. You pulled away for air, breathing for air. “You want me? Huh?” You asked “Mhm, let me show you how sorry I really am.” He replied, he carried you to the bedroom and started undressing you on the bed. He pulled you in another heated kiss, then he went down to your neck and started giving you hickeys, you already were a moaning mess, he went down to your tits putting one in his mouth and rubbing the other. “Mm fuck Yangyang!” You exclaimed, He went down to your pussy, and gave a small kitten lick. “S-stop teasing me” you said, after some teasing he started licking your pussy and you moaned out of pleasure. “O-oh my god, your so good baby!” He started fingering you and after a little bit, you felt a knot in you stomach. “Oh my god Yangyang I’m gonna cum!” After a couple minutes you released on his tongue. “Mm you taste so good.” He said before getting up. “I know we don’t do this often but I been thinking about you riding me.” He said, you raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure, I don’t know if I have enough energy” you said, “It’s okay baby, if you don’t have enough energy then I will take over” he said, he pulled his pants down and his hard cock sprung out, you got up on his cock and just sat there to adjust. “Ugh your s-so big.” You said, “You can sit there for as long as you need to adjust” he gave you that gummy smile that made you fall for him, your heart melted at his kindness. Once you were ready, you slowly started moving, then sped up once you had enough energy. “Fuck! You feel so good!” You said, He started thrusting up as fast as he could, “O-ooh, Fuck right there! Don’t stop!” You said as you pulled his hair, “Y-you love being my little slut don’t you?” He said, you nodded your head. “P-please cum in me” you said, “You want me to get you so k-knocked up and p-pregnant?” He said, close to his high. “Y-yes please- ah fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You said, your back arching. Not long after, you creamed on his cock, as he came inside you. You hopped off his dick and planted to the bed. “That was fun, we should do that more often.” He said between his breaths, “Yeah, I’m exhausted now.” You said, “I love you baby.” He said, “I love you too.” You replied, and you both drifted off to sleep.

[sittin-on-the-rooftop]

I haven’t been on in a while but HERE TAKE THIS TF2 SMUT THAT IVE BEEN WORKING ON FOR 4 HOURS GOODBYE

When the sniper x reader smut

This is RED sniper x BLU reader btw

DO NOT PLAY TF2 AT 3AM‼️(GONE WRONG) (SNIPER KISSED ME😱)(GONE SEXUAL)(* CRAZY *)

— tolle

And so, you stepped on the battlefield for the first time. The usual BLU sniper was ill, so you were his replacement in battle. The team had shown you the ropes, and treated you like you were actually part of the team. You weren’t *worse* than the BLU sniper, but still, you couldn’t navigate the battlefield like an experienced mercenary could. 

You were climbing the ladder the highest vantage point on the map. The team told you that if you could hold down this spot for a while, you could quite possibly win this match. Little did you know, someone else had already been in that spot, and you’d have to put up a fight to stay there. 

— 5 minutes earlier —

The crackling of spy’s voice through a Walkie-Talkie could be heard from the tower.  

— I heard the replacement on the other team is garbage. This should be an easy win Mundy, we’re counting on you. Over.

—  Shut it, spook. Over. 

The RED sniper put the Walkie-Talkie down, resuming his business. A few

Minutes later, the creaking of a ladder could be heard from the nest. It was you. The replacement sniper. Naturally, the RED sniper hid behind a crate, readying his shiv. A short (you’re a short king now mothefucker), (h/c) boy opened the trap door, dusting himself off. Then, equipping his rifle, he got to work.

The sniper observed your movements carefully, ‘waiting for the perfect moment to strike’ while actually observing how charming you looked. As you chambered a round, you felt a blade being held to your throat. 

— Thought you were alone up here, mate?

The RED sniper let out a small chuckle, pressing the shiv against your neck, but not yet drawing blood. You didn’t know wether your face was pale or flushed at this point. You were facing imminent death, but at the same time you thought that chuckle of his was kinda.. dare I say hot?

— Please. don’t kill me.

A panicked whisper escaped your lips, not knowing what else you could say.

— Give me one good reason not to, love.

— You just called me love and that’s gay, dipshit.

Sniper wasn’t too phased. Flipping you around, he pinned you against the wall, still holding his weapon firm.

— Huh. You’re blushin’! That’s real cute. And gay. 

— Shut up and die, asshat

— You think you’re in a position to call me names? Let me remind you that your life is in my hands, handsome. 

You shudder at that remark, your face somehow turning even more red as you feel your cock strain against your pants. You mutter a short curse to yourself, but sniper hears it anyway.

— ah fuck..

— This can go two ways, mate. Either you get the fuck out of my tower before I kill you, or we… relieve each other of our -khm- problems, and neither of us come to this tower ever again. 

— I think I’ll take the second option…

Sniper’s face was also kinda red, but looking down, you could see clearly how aroused he was too. The both of you just stood there, waiting for the other to make a move, when you decided to knock the shiv out of his hand. 

— Oh stop making this awkward and kiss me already. 

You pulled him in by his collar, the noises of surprise muffled by your lips against his. As he parted for air, he panted, 

— You’re good, I’ll admit it. But not as good as me. 

He pulled you back towards him, resuming what you were doing . His hand caressed your cheek, deepening the kiss.

Meanwhile, your hands wandered to undo his fly, and palm his bulge through his underwear.

— bigger than I thought. 

— What’s that supposed to mean, love?

Once again, he pinned you back  against the wall, unbuttoning your shirt. He started to leave hickeys all over your neck and jaw, his hands undoing your fly. 

You let a breathy sigh escape your lips.

— Just fuck me, ya tease.

— You asked for it. Take your pants off.

— that’s gay as fuck!

— Take your damn pants off, we haven’t got much time till the battle ends, let’s make it count.

You took your pants and underwear off, and sniper slid his to his knees, his cock springing out. He made his way over to the crate, sitting down on it and lathering some lube onto his cock. You took the hint, sitting on his lap, straddling him. 

— Other way around, love. 

He whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek as you turned around, your ass grinding against his dick. He reached around to stroke your length. It became clear he knew what he was doing, pushing you closer and closer to your release as your gasps and moans grew louder and louder. However, just as you were about to go over the edge, to your devastation, he stopped.

— Fuck you…

— That was only a warm-up, beaut. Now sit down. You know what I mean.

Doing as you’re told, you sat back down, but this time, aligning sniper’s dick with your entrance. It hurt as you tried to push yourself down on him. You clenched your teeth in pain and sucked in a breath..

— That’s fucking.. massive…

— You’re cute, aren’t ya. What a delicate little thing you are. You’ll just have to get used to it, sugar. Will this help~?

He started to stroke your dick again, overshadowing your pain by waves of pleasure, his cock now balls-deep inside your ass. After you’ve gotten used to him inside of you, he stopped pumping up and down, only stroking and teasing. 

— C’mon man… please…

— You can’t be the only person feeling the pleasure now, can you. We assassins do what we do for something in return, love.

He whispered into your ear, making you shiver. 

— Now bounce.

As told, you started bouncing up and down on his length as he resumed his ministrations. His breathing became heavier, and those noises soon turned into pants and moans of pleasure. He started thrusting too, eliciting a loud moan out of you as he hit your prostate. 

— Fuck, shit, right there man~

— You’re- nghh~~ welcome

 The lewd noises you both made turned you on even more as he pumped you closer and closer to the edge. His thrusts became sloppier, and so did his hands, and you could tell that he was close too. 

— Oh, Sniper, holy shit~~

A long, drawn out moan passed your lips as you came all over sniper’s hand, but still, he didn’t stop thrusting.

— Too much, too much~~!

You yelled, overstimulated as fuck. It felt kinda good to be pushed past your limit. Shortly after , sniper came inside you with one last thrust, his dick hitting your prostate once again as he came inside your ass. Hot, sticky liquid filled you up, some dripping out as sniper lifted you off of him. 

— That was… 

— Fucking delightful is what it was.

You replied, turning around and collapsing onto his shoulder. 

— Now how the hell am I gonna clean this up…

[ghostofaboy]

Kinktober 2023 - October 30th

Day 30: Double Penetration, Hotdogging, Gape/Fisting

Frankie Morales x Benny Miller

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1089

Warnings: anal fisting, anal gaping,

@absurdthirst Kinktober List | Ghost of a Boy Masterlist

Eyeing the scene in front of him, Frankie couldn’t stop a wide grin from spreading over his face. He’d gotten home from work less than an hour ago, with Benny ushering him into the shower while he fixed the couple some dinner. After some food, Benny had suggested that since it was a Friday night, they should start their weekend fun early. That had caught Frankie’s attention, with Benny unable to hide the lust in his eyes as he looked at his older lover. 

So after heading into the bathroom to prep, Frankie had come out into their shared bedroom to find… this. Benny, already naked, arranging pillows on the bed next to a large bottle of lube and a box of rubber gloves. This could only mean one thing, and Frankie was practically vibrating with excitement and arousal. 

“You just gonna stand there grinning at me?” Benny patted the bed. “Or you gonna take those clothes off?”

Frankie didn’t need any further encouragement, tearing off his clothes as fast as he could and practically pouncing on Benny. Straddling the younger man on the bed, Frankie’s lips found Benny’s as he rolled his hips, rubbing their cocks together as he plundered Benny’s mouth.

“Easy Fish baby.” Benny grinned, pulling back and breaking the kiss. “We’ve got all weekend. Come on, get comfy, I wanna get started opening you up.”

Biting his lip and giving his hips a final wiggle against Benny, Frankie leapt up and clambered onto all fours before settling onto his stomach. While Benny pulled on a pair of gloves and readied the lube, Frankie put pillows under himself and spread his legs to give Benny access.

“Ready baby?” Benny soothed, running a hand over Frankie’s ass cheeks, his thumb brushing against his waiting hole.

“I’m ready.” Frankie called over his shoulder. 

His cock was aching, trapped between his body and the bed. He was going to make a mess of the sheets tonight, Frankie thought with a grin as Benny began to slowly push a finger into him. Enjoying the building heat in his stomach, Frankie could feel Benny add a second and then a third. 

This wasn’t the first time they’d done this, and Frankie knew it wouldn’t take long to get to four fingers. They used dildos thicker than Benny’s fingers on a regular basis, but to get to the full fist would take time and patience. Sure enough, after ten minutes, Benny was tucking his thumb in and gently pushing the digits in and out of Frankie’s gaping ass.

Frankie moaned, arching his back and pushing his ass up into Benny’s face. Benny was nudging the widest part of his hand into Frankie, tenderly easing into him millimeters at a time. All the while, Benny did what he did best and poured praise and love over Frankie.

“You’re doing amazing. Just relax, that’s it, keep breathing. Everything good?” Benny’s voice was calm and even as his other hand stroked Frankie’s thigh. “How you doing baby?”

“Perfect.” Frankie panted into the pillow, almost lost in the ecstasy of the moment. That delicious burn as Benny stretched him wider and wider, working him open steadily with care and attention. “How’s it look?”

“Fucking gorgeous.” Frankie could hear the arousal in Benny’s voice and could picture the grin on the younger man’s face. “Almost there. I can feel it now, can you? You’re doing so good.”

Frankie could feel Benny’s hand pressing a little firmer now and his ass responding as it always did, gaping open for him to welcome the hand home. Then it once final push, Frankie felt Benny’s full hand breach him. He could feel the tight ring of muscle yawn open to allow the hand inside before closing around Benny’s wrist. 

Writhing on the bed, Frankie felt stuffed as he let out an obscene throaty groan, his cock perking back up after being neglected so for long. Behind him, Benny stilled, allowing Frankie to adapt and adjust to the stretch, as he continued to stroke Frankie’s thigh.

“How you feeling? Everything ok? You want me to milk you, baby?” Benny cooed, moving his other hand to tug gently on Frankie’s balls.

“F-fuck.” Frankie managed to choke out, his voice pitching up into a pleading whine. “Yes, fuck, Ben… I need…”

“I know.” Benny soothed, helping Frankie shift his hips up enough to pull his cock free. “I got you.”

Settling back down, Frankie could only drown in the hot, intoxicating thrill of the moment as Benny started to simultaneously use both his hands. While one slowly and sensually stroked his cock, the other began to carefully move inside him. They were small, deliberate motions, almost like Benny was using him like a puppet, but each one felt like a deep tissue massage for his prostate.

Soon the bedroom was filled with the lewd, wet slapping sounds as Benny milked Frankie’s cock and the loud, strangled cries of a man desperately trying not to spill his load immediately. It was overwhelming, and there was nothing that Frankie could do but be carried away by the dizzying, bliss fogging his brain and body. There was no Frankie anymore, there was only the sublime feeling of fullness and the rush to the finish.

Benny was speaking to him, soothing and praising, but Frankie couldn’t hear anything over the static in his head as his peak approached. Then with a shudder and a growl, Frankie’s orgasm hit. He tumbled over the edge, emptying himself over the bed and Benny’s hand, as the sensation of lightning coursed through his shaking body.

Burying his face in the pillow, Frankie felt his body go limp as the aftershocks slowly subsided, and after a few moments he was aware of Benny carefully easing his hand out of Frankie’s gaping hole. 

“That looked like a good one.” Benny chuckled, the sweet sound accompanied by the snapping of him removing the gloves. “You ok?”

“Fuck yeah.” Frankie slurred out, a grin spreading over his face as Benny started to clean up. Rolling onto his back, Frankie could see Benny wiping up his release, his own erection bobbing with the moment. “Gimme a minute and I’ll see to you.” 

“You’re gonna need more than a minute, old man.” Benny laughed, giving Frankie a peck on the forehead. “But I like the enthusiasm. Let me clean up, then if you’re still awake you can help me with this.”

Frankie nodded dozily, fighting the urge to sleep as he on the bed, sweaty but satisfied. 

[secretlyunder]

Slightly longish update so I'll start adding cuts for convenience; I really enjoy documenting my experiences in a way I feel appropiate, and if that means longer posts, so be it!

So I really don't have as much space and time anymore to freely and comfortably engage in hypno audios and conditioning, so I stick to mostly rubbing every now and then to calm the urge and carry on with my day.

But tonight I decided to play games, and I did for some minutes until.... I really missed my audios so I decided:

I'm not that invested in the game, so why not play a few audios while playing to at least add some fun and arousal to it? And that I did.

And God it felt nice. Now playing the game just became secondary as I focused in dropping and letting the words enter my mind... to the point I had to put the game down. I wanted hypno to get me completely so I just focused in that...

Now, while I like obedience play, I usually do not follow any commands that require much of me. Like leaving comments, I just don't. Yet after being commanded to repeat a mantra for many minutes (which deliciously melted me), and then being commanded with writing a comment, I wrote the comment. I was thinking "Not gonna do that, nah" and yet I started writing it anyway, wondering why, while the arousal hit me and the feeling that this was natural invaded me. It was normal, writing the comment was natural to do, it felt good and right. And If I was told to do it again, I obviously would.

And it's a strange experience. I didn't feel a special way, of course I just woke up from a nice drop and I was feeling nice, but nothing special. it just felt normal to obey. Even as I thought I wouldn't do it. I was doing it. Why wouldn't I?

And all I could think about was, the bliss, the satisfaction that I am going down and it's being more effective. Even after a few weeks without audios, I thought I would be out of the habit. But it felt so nice and easy and strong enough.

Repeating that mantra was <3

Hearing the words and feeling my brain go foggy was <3

Listening and submitting to someone was <3

And I wanna do it more, and go deeper, I wanna feel nicer, and see what other commands will arouse me to obey <3<3<3

I thought that after that, my mood was soon gonna be gone, so I switched to my usual clicker audio, not expecting much, but I missed listening to it, and It would be nice to end the session.

And boy it was.

While at the beginning it was just ok, not doing much for me, I put a bit of effort. After all, I spent the last few hours responding well to orders and dropping fairly easy. Even if this audio didnt do much for me usually, it should be more easy to follow along, right? I was right.

After starting a bit of resistance play, not only did the clicks shut my brain up and slowly drop me, they were also sending pleasure to my groin and shutting down any thoughts even faster. It was so hot and exciting, to hear the click, get that horny feeling down there, and feel my brain ridden with bliss. Something was building and I was slowly losing my mind but managed to calm down and just enjoy it moderately (unfortunately I am really not in a place where I could have had a HFO, if that'd what was about to come 🥲).

It all eventually subdued, and while I still tried to enjoy the bliss of dropping, I couldn't, I was absolutely done for good. And also absolutely wet.

I still feel disappointed I couldn't keep going, I didn't get to properly cum so I'm still in a horny mindset and I wanna keep going and dropping 🤤 This took a while to write so maybe my brain and body are ready to drop again for a bit more though, even just rereading my own post feels hooot <3

[shxdowsofombra]

Coming Home

[Hope]

Hope left her mom with the other girls since she seemed to be having fun and they assured her she would be taken to her tent afterwards. She slid off her heels and unlocked the front door before placing her shoes off to the side and dropping her keys in the plate. She locked the door before heading upstairs. 

[Zach]

Zach knew that Hope was going to the club and he stayed home and took care of Eli. He had finally gotten Eli down for a nap when he heard Hope walking into the house. The dragon had shut the door quietly before seeing Hope coming up the stairs. “How was the club baby girl?” 

[Hope]

“Hm? It was fine. We weren’t there for long. My mom got a little drunk.” She said before kissing Zach softly. “Can you unzip me baby?” She asked as she walked into the bedroom. 

[Zach]

Zach kissed her back before noticing the marks on her neck. He stopped her from walking to the bedroom, “Hold on there baby girl…what are these hm? I know I didn’t give those to you and I am the only one that has permission too.” Zach purred deeply as he pinned her to the wall and let his fingers trace over the marks. 

[Hope] 

Hope felt her back hitting the wall before feeling his fingers running on her neck. “Hm? Oh it was just some guy. I was taking a shot.” She explained. “I am pretty sure I can give permission on who touches my neck baby.” She teased. 

[Zach] 

“Some guy gave you a shot by choking you? What the hell kind of shot was that? Oh that’s so cute baby girl. Sure you do but you know that I am the only one that is allowed to leave marks. Can’t let anyone get the wrong idea. I am the only one that can leave bruises on you with my fingerprints.” He smirked as his leg moved between her legs and his fingers squeezed over the marks. “Isn’t that right baby girl?” His pheromones releasing into the air as he did so. 

[Hope]

“Well no, he was holding my head back as he poured the drink in my mouth. It wasn’t like that.” She responded before feeling his fingers squeezing her neck. She felt his leg moving between her legs before smelling his pheromones and her eyes flashed red, “Of course you are daddy but I don’t think he meant to leave marks.”

[Zach]

“Do you know how much pressure it takes to leave marks like those baby? A shot doesn’t require that much pressure but if you enjoyed it so much maybe we should do it for ourselves hm?” He kissed down her neck and left even more marks as his eyes glowed bright red. “I don’t like when people touch someone who is mine.” He growled. 

[Hope]

Hope bucked her hips against his thigh and moaned softly as she started grinding against him. “Zach I’m fine. They aren’t like yours and I know that. I promise. It was just to take a drink. Zach I only want you to do it anyway. He doesn’t matter.”

[Zach]

His arousal was very prominent in his grey sweatpants. “That’s the golden ticket baby girl.” He purred as he grinded against her before picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. Zach unzipped her dress while carrying her as he kissed her passionately. 

[Hope]

Hope smiled as she wrapped herself around him as she kissed him back just as passionately. She quickly got rid of her dress before starting to undress him. She broke their lips apart for a second, “I…I have to text my dad first. Before I forget.” 

[Zach]

“You didn’t text him before coming home? I assume that means he doesn’t know where Misty is…oh boy.” He sighed before putting her down on the bed. Pulling out her phone from the purse he noticed an unknown number texting her. “Mhm for someone who doesn’t matter, that is a lot of messages from him…over 20 in the past hour wow and missed calls too. Maybe we should take a trip back to this bar and show him just how taken you are baby girl.” 

[Hope] 

“She is fine, she’s with the lost girls. They are her people after all.” She said before feeling him setting her down on the bed. She saw him look at her phone and sat up to take it from him. “Yes missed calls and 20 ignored messages. He doesn’t matter.” She reminded him before kissing him softly and texting her dad. 

[Zach]

“They are…well were. She is royalty and a hybrid so who knows what the lost girls think of all that now.” He shrugged. “How did he get your number? Did he steal your phone or do that phone tap thing like they do on the mainland?” He asks as he pulls her onto his lap. “Maybe I will take a trip to the bar later for a snack…” 

[Hope]

“Baby she seemed very happy to be around them again. I wouldn’t have left her there if I thought she was in danger. She is my mom after all.” She teased as she straddled his lap. “He stole it out of my pocket.” She told him as she waited for her dad to reply before looking at Zach. “Hm is my dragon hungry?” She asked. 

[Zach]

“Mhm…well that’s not good now is it? What have we talked about when it comes to being in crowded places with strangers hm? Always be on alert just in case. You never know if someone might spike a drink or do something that might cause a chemical reaction in us. It comes with being a royal baby.” He purred as he kissed down her neck before hearing her phone going off. 

[Hope]

“Hm I know daddy and I’m very sorry. I promise to be better next time.” She purred before pushing him down onto the bed. She got rid of his sweats before moving to straddle him again. She picked up her phone and answered it as she grinded her wet pussy against his cock. “Hello?”

[Nibs]

When Nibs got the text about Misty being drunk at lost girls camp, he almost lost his mind. “Why did you take her to the bar without me? She reeks of other guys' pheromones and it's disgusting. What if they took advantage of her hm? You seemed to have been busy doing something else if she had gotten this drunk Hope. She passed the hell out in her tent and I can’t wake her up. What did that bartender give her?” He asks as he tried to shake Misty awake. 

[Zach]

Zach could feel her grinding against him and held back a groan when she answered the phone. He smirked before moving in a way that he would slip inside of her rather easily while on the phone. His hands resting on her hips as he could feel himself fully sinking inside of her causing him to bite his lip ring. 

[Hope]

Hope listened to her father before feeling Zach sliding inside of her and quickly bit down on her bottom lip to stop the moan from escaping her lips. Her eyes flashed bright red as her pheromones filled the air as he filled her to hilt. “Uh…she looked like she was having fun. I don’t know, we took the same shots. Maybe she’s Snow White.” She joked. “She’s fine. You should loosen up.” She said as she started riding Zach.

[Nibs]

“Hope this isn’t funny! Last time I loosened up she almost died. Every single time I have loosened up she has almost died or someone took her. I am not as trusting as you are of the world. We have been in it a lot longer than you and you can’t just trust everyone you meet.” He paused before hearing a noise. “What is that noise? What are you doing?” 

[Zach]

Zach smirked as he watched her biting down on her lip to keep from moaning. He held her hips in place after a few moments of her riding him before fucking his own up into her at a fast pace. The sound of how wet she was filled the room and his pheromones went crazy as his nails dug into her hips leaving marks. 

[Hope]

“She’s drunk. Drunk people pass out. She’s never been good at holding her alcohol. And you always said the best thing about mom is that she is so positive.” She replied before feeling Zach holding her hips in place and fucking her. It took everything in her not to moan his name as the smell of his pheromones was driving her crazy. Her walls gripped around him tightly as she was beyond wet and wanted so much more. “Huh…what? Nothing. I…I think you should let mom have more fun. All she did was dance.”

[Nibs]

“This is serious Hope and you are literally fucking Zach right now. Your mother is covered in scents that are from men we don’t even know. She was dancing with people we don’t know. Someone could have drugged her and you wouldn’t know. You clearly don’t realize how serious this is if you are fucking Zach. I can’t believe you right now. We are going to have a serious talk about this later.” He says before hanging up.

[Zach]

Zach could hear the conversation and he just smirked before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room. He flipped them over and pounded into her as he let his tail grow out and tease her ass. “You really thought answering the phone while we were fucking was a good idea?” He teases with a smirk. 

[Hope]

“Dad, would you please shut up? So she danced with a guy and drank, so what? I remember you told me you did way worse and I am pretty sure I have too. Honestly if that’s all I did Zach would not be acting like this.” She smirked as looked down at Zach. She honestly didn’t care when her dad hung up and Zach threw her phone. “You definitely just broke my phone baby.” She teased before feeling her back hitting the bed.

She moaned loudly as he started abusing her sweet spot and letting his tail tease her. “Oh okay, then maybe you should stop fucking me and let me go check on her…”

[Zach]

“I have spare phones. You know we have a lot at this point anyway.” He teases before smirking at her words as he uses some of her juices to coat his tail before gently slipping it into her ass. “You really want me to stop fucking you baby girl?” Zach purred as he bit down on her neck and licked over the mark he made. 

[Hope]

“Honestly never stop.” She moaned as he bit down on her neck. Her eyes flashed bright red as his tail slid in her ass and she moved his hand to wrap around her neck. “Weren’t you the one that fucked me on my table with my family in the next room?” 

[Zach]

His hand moved to her neck as he squeezed over the marks leaving bigger more predominant ones. “Oh I did. I don’t regret that a single bit. It was rather hot watching you try to be quiet around them.” He smirked before finding a pace so that he could hit her sweet spot from both sides. 

[Hope]

Hope couldn’t be more turned on as he started choking her and abusing her sweet spot. The wet sound of pussy filled the room as she looked at Zach with hazy eyes. “You are so fucking hot.” She moaned as her back arched. 

[Zach]

“You should see yourself right now baby girl. Soaking wet for my cock, tears at the corners of your eyes as I fucking wreck you.” He growled as he didn’t stop his actions, feeling himself getting even closer to the edge. “You think you can cum for daddy baby girl?” 

[Hope]

Hearing Zach growl pushed Hope over the edge as she squirted around his cock moaning his name loudly. She came again as her nails dug deeply into the blanket underneath her.

[Zach]

Feeling her squirting around his cock, he made sure to abuse her sweet spot as long as possible. He also came inside of her as he filled her up and could feel some of it starting to seep out of her. “Fuck look how pretty your pussy looks filled with daddy’s cum.” He purred. 

[Hope]

Hope looked at Zach and pulled him down to kiss him passionately as her fingers went through his hair. “I love you so fucking much.”

[Zach]

“I love you so fucking much too Hope.” He smiles as he kisses her back just as passionately. After a few moments, he pulled out of her and watched the mix of their cum dripping out. Zach bit his lip as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and took a picture. “Next time you go away on those trips with your mother I have something to look forward to.” He teases with a smirk. 

[Hope]

Hope could only laugh as he took a picture and let her fingers run through their cum before bringing it to her lips. “Hm I should get dressed to go check on my mom I guess.”

[Zach]

“Isn’t your dad with your mother right now? I am sure he will be fine until tomorrow or something. Besides you are all dirty, we would need to clean up first.” He smirked before picking her up being careful not to spill anything more out of her as he did so and carried her to the bathroom. 

[Hope]

“Right…I wonder who made me all dirty.” She asked teasingly before feeling him picking her up. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly before they made it to the bathroom. She looked at her neck and saw his fingerprints and her eyes turned red. 

[Zach]

“Mhm I wonder…” He teases back with a kiss. “Mhm you like what you see baby girl? They look so pretty on your neck don’t you think?” 

[Hope]

“Definitely.” She says before hearing the baby crying. “Hm I should get that. He is probably hungry and you don’t have the right tools to feed him.” She teased him. “You are going to have to put me down.”

[Zach]

“That is correct. But I mean he is starting to become okay with bottle food now. He is just stingy about the temperature as usual. You should at least rinse off first then before going to feed him.” Zach tells her as he sets her down and starts the water. “Otherwise there is going to be a trail from here to his room.” He teases. 

[Hope]

“Hm, maybe next time you shouldn’t cum so much.” She teased as she got in the shower. She took a quick shower to clean herself off before getting out and wrapping a towel around herself. She put her hair up in a bun and kissed his cheek. “I love you Zach.” She said before leaving the room.

[powerfultenderness]

Uh-oh

Summary:  As the unmasked Vigilante tied you up with gauze, you came to the shocking and rather embarrassing realization that it’s not fear that you’re feeling, but arousal. You try to keep your voice down, hoping your coworkers don’t notice you discovering a new kink.

Pairing: Reader/Vigilante 

Warnings: Kink discovery (is that a thing?) 

Word Count: 903

[Masterlist][Ao3]

As the unmasked Vigilante tied you up with gauze, you came to the shocking and rather embarrassing realization that it’s not fear that you’re feeling, but arousal. As if sensing the intensity of your stare, he pauses and looks up at you.

“Is this ok?”

This maniac was just contemplating killing you and your coworkers but was now worried about whether he was tying your restraints too tightly? It was..sweet, in a way…maybe? Oh boy. 

You gulped, “You should probably…tie them tighter…” 

His brows scrunch up in confusion behind those wire framed glasses you’re not sure if you like or not, they fit him well, oddly enough, but you’d rather there be no barrier in front of those pretty green eyes.

“I mean, if you don’t want me getting out too soon.” 

You try to keep your voice down, hoping your coworkers don’t notice you discovering a new kink. 

“Oh! Right!” He responds and tightens one of the makeshift ropes around your ankle, causing you to bite back an excited squeak. 

Uh-oh. This was…not good. 

-

You’d been working so many hours lately, that you hadn’t had time to go grocery shopping. Yesterday you resorted to a dinner of peanut butter and jelly on a spoon. The bread aisle was definitely where you were going to start when you finally got around to shopping. 

So it was that you found yourself freaking out at a diner as you looked at the busboy in the back before ducking your head behind a menu and repeating the action several times. 

“You’re a fucking busboy!”  “Oh, great! Now we definitely have to kill them, because you’re giving away stuff about my secret identity!” 

Yea, that was definitely him. As if you could ever forget the man that’s been haunting your thoughts for weeks now. 

When the waitress arrives you order the first thing you see, not really interested in eating anymore.

“Hey, uhm. Do you know his deal?” You ask her, trying to be subtle with a toss of your head in his direction. “Does he have like, a girlfriend? Or boyfriend maybe?” 

She raises a brow at you, “Who Adrian?” Aw, what a nice name. 

Then she smiles. “I don’t know. Why, someone have a little crush?” 

“Yeaaa, I’m just trying to decide if I should try to talk to him orrr…” You let out an embarrassed laugh. 

“I’ll send him over to refill your water.” She says with a wink before walking away to put your order in. 

You’ve never slurped down water faster. 

A few minutes later you bury your face in your hands, wondering just what the hell you were thinking! You should have turned around and walked right out the second you noticed him! What did you even want him to do? Tie you up again? Well…yes. But then what? Actually, your mind could conjure up a few ideas of wh-

“Hi there! Refill?” 

A cheery voice startles you from your thoughts, causing you to jump slightly in your seat.

“Aha, sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya! You must have been thirsty!” Oh he has no idea. “I swear I just saw you come in a few minutes ago!” 

He’s got the goofiest, cutest, smile on his face as he blathers on about the importance of staying hydrated. 

“I, uh, thanks.”

Was this really the man whose threat of violence sent your hormones into a tizzy? 

“Sure, no problem! I’ll swing by later to make sure you’re staying hydrated!” 

You thank him again and your eyes coincidently catch sight of his forearms as he walks past your table. The muscles in his arms are well defined and thick. Yea, he’s definitely the man that you’ve been dreaming about. This uniform does him no favors, you definitely prefer the Vigilante suit. 

Oh. 

Was that another… Oh no. 

Thankfully for your fried nerves, your food arrives rather quickly and you now have an excuse to guzzle down your water. And just as he promised, Adrian stops by your table to refill your water.

“By the way,” you start after thanking him. “How’s Eagly doing? All of us at the office have been rather curious.” 

That amiable smile of his instantly drops. “Who’s Eagly? What office? I don’t know anyone named Eagly! What a silly name!” 

“Oh. My bad. I must have been mistaking you for someone else. Nevermind.” You wave your hand in apology and smile up at him. 

He stares at you, eyes wide, in silence as if he’s trying to figure out what to say or do. That is, until someone calls his name from the back and he stiffly excuses himself. 

As soon as he turns a corner you drop enough cash on the table to cover your meal and a generous tip. After all, the waitress might have just unknowingly set you up with the man of your dreams. 

-

Once he was done clearing another table in the back of the dining room, he rushed to the front where you had been seated. 

Fuck!

You were already gone and the cash he could see on the table meant that he wouldn’t be able to find your name off of a credit card receipt. He panicked internally for a second before he remembered. He knew exactly where you worked. All he’d need to do was stake out the veterinary office for a day to find you. And he’d definitely find you. 

[thepokyone]

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (ft. Sam)

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 1.5k

A/N: Hey friends! I am back with another anon request and the last of requests from the tropes prompt list I put out a while ago. This is a combo of fake dating & first kiss so I hope you all enjoy it!

"I hate going undercover," Sam grumbled, tugging at the collar of his tuxedo.

"Hey, at least this time you don't have to dress like the Smiling Tiger," Bucky said, grinning at the memory.

Sam scowled at him. "I hate that you don't look nearly as uncomfortable. I feel like I can't move."

"This isn't too off the mark from what we would wear in the forties," Bucky said, fixing his tie in the mirror. "Still a little fancier than what I was used to, though."

"Almost reminds me of a Stark party. Always had to wear ridiculous get-ups to those things," Sam said thoughtfully. "I don't miss those, I'll be honest."

"I was never invited. Not sure why," Bucky drawled. "Where's the lady of the hour? We're supposed to leave in less than ten minutes."

"Please, you know women always take forever getting ready for these things. Practically a rite of passage. You know my prom date made us an hour late?" Sam asked.

"Fortunately for all parties, I am not your prom date," you said, walking into the room. "You boys clean up nice."

"Damn, Y/N, so do you," Sam said approvingly. You were wearing a stunning, floor-length dress that seemed to catch the light and draw every eye to your form.

You smiled at him. "Thanks, Sam. And you thought I'd make you late."

"I stand corrected," he said. Bucky was still staring at you, having not yet said anything at all, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Let's go over the plan once more before we leave," you said, desperate to break the awkward silence that had settled over the three of you.

Sam, wearing a knowing smirk, obliged. "We'll be arriving at the gala together. Bucky will be walking in first. You and I will be following, posing as a lovestruck couple."

"Y/N is way out of your league," Bucky said, rolling his eyes. "Who's going to believe you can pull her?"

Sam made an offended noise. "What, like you could? Bucky, the only thing you can pull is a door labeled push."

"You two are ridiculous," you said. "How about I go in alone and you two go as a couple, if you're going to bicker about it."

"No way in hell," Sam said.

"I'd rather die," Bucky said. "Obviously, Y/N should be pretending to date me instead. I mean, of the two of us, I am less likely to be recognized. She'll be safer with me."

"Fine, fine. You might have a point, but there was no need to be so rude about it," Sam said, raising his hands in surrender.

"Okay, so I'm going with Bucky," you said, a statement that made your heart flip in his chest. How were you supposed to hide your feelings when you had to pretend to date him all night? It would have been far easier to pretend to be with Sam; you didn't have feelings for him.

"Right, so once we are all inside, you and Bucky will serve as the distraction so that I can slip into the office and get the documents we need. You'll need to keep the way clear until I'm done, and once I've rejoined the crowd we'll be staying for another hour before making our exit so we don't arouse suspicion," Sam said. "Should be pretty cut and dry."

"Unless everything goes horribly wrong, but we're all optimists here," Bucky quipped.

"That's right, a positive outlook. Let's get this over with," Sam said, tugging at his tie and walking out.

"After you," Bucky said, holding the door for you. He sat beside you in the car, his warmth bleeding into you, and in all truth you were glad that he would be by your side tonight, even though if it was just to show you everything you couldn't have. His presence was a comforting one.

When the car stopped, Bucky opened the door and offered a hand to help you out. "Shall we, doll?" he asked, offering his arm as a valet pulled the car away and Sam disappeared inside.

You smiled at him. "We shall."

"Names, please," requested the doorman, glancing at the both of you with bored disinterest.

"Matthew O'Bryan and Nancy Turner," Bucky said smoothly.

"Enjoy the party, remember the first drinks are free," he said, waving you inside.

"Can you believe people live like this?" Bucky murmured in your ear as the two of you stepped inside. It was a large, open ballroom with a large chandelier that winked gold as it swayed. The decorations looked as if they cost more than your monthly rent.

"Too fancy for me," you said, allowing him to steer you around the room, dodging the larger groups of people.

"Me too," he agreed. "There's Sam."

Sam had already gotten himself a drink in the short time he had been inside. "And I suggest you do the same. Drinks will help you blend in. Then go mingle, but be around to clear in ten minutes."

He slipped off into the crowd again, smiling and chatting with any and all around him. You and Bucky made your way towards the bar. "Don't understand how he does it," Bucky said with a shake of his head.

"Natural charisma," you said, ordering yourself a mixed drink. Bucky ordered a beer, and the two of you toured among the crowd as you nursed your drinks.

"Let's dance after Sam is done," Bucky said. "You look too pretty not to be out on the dance floor."

Your cheeks burned and you glanced away, biting back a smile. "If all goes well."

"Good," Bucky said, bobbing his head in an awkward nod.

Sam's voice crackled over your earpieces. "Hey lovebirds, it's about time."

"On our way," Bucky said, touching his ear discreetly in order to be heard. "Don't move in until you see us."

The first part of the plan went off without a hitch. You "accidentally" dropped your drink, sending people scattering away, and nobody was looking when Sam disappeared down the hall.

"Heading back," Sam's voice filtered over your earpieces, and his statement presented a problem, as the party's host was standing exactly where Sam was supposed to emerge any moment.

"Follow my lead," you told Bucky, leaving his side and moving quickly to the party's host, a high-ranking Russian dignitary. You made a move as if to pass, bumping your shoulder with his. "Oh, I am so sorry! I'm such a klutz, not looking where I was going; the room is such a beautiful place to take in."

He smiled, pleased at the flattery, and gently grasped your elbow to keep you from flitting away. The man he was talking to looked briefly annoyed until Bucky stole his attention, the two wandering back towards the rest of the crowd. "No apologies needed, when a woman as beautiful as yourself is making them."

You giggled, placing a hand on his arm. "Allow me to at least make it up to you."

"How about a dance," he suggested as the music changed. "I do love this song and it would be made better with you as a partner."

"Sounds wonderful," you said, allowing him to lead you on to the dance floor. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam slip back into the party and breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The Russian held you a little too close, so you had no choice but to rest your head on his chest if you wanted to uphold your cover, but was otherwise respectful.

"May I cut in?" Bucky asked once the music changed again, voice cool.

"Certainly," The Russian said, placing a kiss to your knuckles. "Thank you for a lovely dance."

"No, thank you," you said, giving him a charming smile and taking Bucky's hand.

Bucky immediately drew you to him, arm wrapping around your waist. "Little warning would have been nice, you know. I wanted to rip his hands off."

"All part of the cover, Buck." Your voice was warm and you squeezed his hand. "Keep talking like that and I might think you were jealous."

"And what if I was?" He asked quietly, only just louder than the music. The two of you seemed trapped within your own private bubble, as if the rest of the world had melted away.

"You were jealous?" You asked.

He pressed his forehead to yours, noses brushing. "Of course I was. Why do you think I fought so hard to be your date tonight instead of Sam?"

"You said why."

"No, I didn't," Bucky said. "I wanted to take you because I couldn't bear to see you pretending to be in love with another man. At least this way I would get to know what it's like, if only for a night."

"And if I wasn't pretending?" You asked, hyperaware of how close your lips were, how his thumb was rubbing rhythmic circles on your hip, how you could feel the coolness of metal through the gloved hand whose fingers were twined with yours.

His lips brushed against yours, gentle and warm, over almost as soon as it had begun. "I would do that."

"I wasn't pretending," you whispered and his lips met yours again, mouths fitting together perfectly as your hand ran up his arm to the back of his neck.

He let out a sigh against your lips, perfectly content, the two of you still swaying to the music. "Neither was I."

[chronosaurusnot]

VIP boy

pairing: dom!bangchan x bratty sub!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.1k

warnings: +18, night club, mentions of alcohol, teasing (with minho), jealousy, possessiveness, bratty behavior, explicit sexual content, bathroom sex, choking, pet names, degrading, slight humiliation, fingering, oral sex (m), rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe please), cumming, creampie

note: so the original idea was a request from my friend about chan in a night club, but after that teaser i can't get out of my mind that scene of him choking hyunjin from behind. so, this is a mix of both things, i hope you like it!

as always, i’d like to clarify that english is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes, and feel free to give me suggestions<3

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you ended up in the night club again with your friends; another night when you don’t know why you are there. it’s been a rough week, full of work and with stressful exams, so your friends insisted on getting you out to distress yourself a little bit. but between the time you’ve spent on getting ready plus all the sweaty people pushing you all around right now, you could swear you would’ve been better in your bed watching a movie or something, or even sleeping. it’s been already an hour maybe? you don’t know so you go straight to the bar to get some drink to see if time gets faster; hopefully it’ll make you less grumpy.

but when you are there, you see him on the vip section of the first floor. chan is there with his friends, talking and looking good as he always does. you start feeling like the night could maybe get a little more interesting, but when you get to see him talking with a girl that feeling changes to anger. sure, you agreed on being friends with benefits -if that was even a title or smt- so you both could be with anyone else you wanted, always respecting each other. so if he didn’t know you were there, in the same way you didn’t know he was coming too, it was okay if he wanted to be with someone else, right? but all the logic didn’t seem to care to your emotions, because you were now in a horrible mood.

you took your drink from the bar and drank it in less than a minute without taking your eyes off him and that girl. that dumb girl, she really thinks he’s hers tonight. but it’s stupid to feel like fighting over a man, so you get your mind clear and go back with your friends to tell them what you just saw to laught about it.

but when you look up again, you see chris leaning on the railing looking at you. he smiles when he notices your stare and waves at you, and after you wave back he makes gestures to let you know you can go there with them. you really wanted to play hard but you go there with your friends, following his instructions like a puppy obeys his owner.

“hey princess, you didn’t tell me you were coming” he greets you with a smile on his face. “yeah, the girls insisted on going out to destress a little bit, but i think i would have been better sleeping” you answer, trying to hide your growing excitement to see him there. “oh don’t be grumpy y/n, it’s early, we can still have a good night” he said in a cute and smirky way, an attitude that you hated and loved at the same time.

“yes i see you were already having a good time” you answer, and chris looks kinda confused. you point with your eyes to the girl he has been talking to, and he smirks at your reaction. “don’t be jealous princess, i was just talking”

you rolled your eyes at his stupid answer, and he just smiles. you hated how flirty he was and his fuck boy vibes, but there was something about him that eventually made you like him; maybe way too much. it all started as just a sex partner, but since day one you discover he was actually a super sweet, caring and fun guy, so you got really atractted to him in a matter of time. friends with benefits sounded right for both of you, but you always wanted more from him. maybe it’s his fault, cause he’s always giving you everything you want, but not only sexually; he is a pleasant man, you know he would give and do anything for his girl. and you wanted to be that girl. his only one.

and especially tonight. how could someone be so fine? he was all in black as always: black pants, black leather jacket and a black silk shirt that let you see his whole chest. “what a fucking fuck boy” you said to yourself, trying to hate him.

“what do you wanna drink, babygirl?” chan said, bringing you back from your thoughts. “your favourite one?” he continued while taking off his wallet from his pocket. you knew he was just doing it to show his hands; chan knew exactly the power his hands hold on you.

“yes, please” he smiles at your answer and goes to the bar for your drink.

but as soon as he goes, minho comes to you. “come on change that shitty face and dance a little y/n” he says while grabbing you from your arms to force you to dance with him. he takes you maybe way too closer to his body considering he is chris’s friend. but you think to yourself that maybe it’s a good idea; using this to get chan’s attention, to look at you, to make him jealous, and taking advantage to dance with a man so fine like minho. you wouldn’t be with him, sure, he is his friend; but it would be nice to at least flirt with him a little bit.

you sincerely got lost while dancing with him, so close to each other; till you notice chan looking at you both while leaning on the railing with the two cups on his hands. he looks at you in a challenging way, like wanting to see how far you can go.

and you accept the challenge, getting minho even closer to your body without cutting the eye contact with chris; you can see how his eyes turned darker, and you just smirk at his reaction. you dance a couple more minutes with minho, his hands on your waist, yours on his neck; after deciding it was enough teasing, you go back to chan playing the innocent. “he was helping me to cut out the bad mood, he’s so sweet. thank you for the drink channie”

“yeah i see, you should hang out with him.” he answers, his look darker; you prouder. “oh you think so? i mean, he seems to want to help me out to not be bored.” you answer, loving to see how your dumb plan worked.

“oh you just want to have fun, mh?” he says in a dark way, making you feel nervous and taking a big sip from your drink. “i know a place when you could have fun”.

you finished your drink in a couple of seconds, so he just takes your cup away from your hand. “why don’t you follow me, princess?”

he lefts the cups in the table, and takes you by the hand to guide you through the place. he talked to you calmly, but you knew he wasn’t not only because of the way he looked at you, but also cause he was holding you rough.

“get in, princess” chris says, letting you place to came in the bathroom. you get shocked; is a public space, but you are feeling so aroused with this situation that you just got in. chan locks the door behind you and turns you around to put you against it, resting his hand above you.

“you’ve been such a bratty, babygirl” he says, using his free hand to caress your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck. “if you were just bored, you should have told me instead of acting like a slut with my friend” chan continues while adding pressure on your neck, making you shut your legs from the feeling. he notices it and smirks in a mocking way. “are you already turned on, y/n? are you that desperate?”

he keeps on adding pressure, driving you crazy. you felt your panties getting wetter as every second passed by. so you decided to keep pushing his limits. “you’re not the only one who pays attention to me, chris. you should try better” his smile turns devilish.

“do you want me to remind you how good i fuck you, y/n?” he keeps choking you, but uses his other hand to touch you under your skirt. “do you want me to remind you whose name you repeat endless times while moaning?” he moves your panties to a side and start touching your pussy while still choking you, making you moan at the feeling of his cold hands rubbing against your clit. he laughs mockingly again at your desperate face.

“did you get this wet while dancing with minho? do you prefer his fingers over mine?” he never desease the smirk on his face, his nose touching yours and the feeling of his heavy breathing so close to you while you were cutted out of air made you go crazy. but you let out a moan after he gets two fingers inside you, making him laugh again.

“tell me, princess. tell me whose are you” you wanna answer, but he curls his fingers inside you while increasing his pace and makes you even harder to breathe. “i’m yours” you answer, and he takes his fingers out of you to put them in your mouth. you suck them instinctively, keeping eye contact with him, seeing the arousal in his eyes.

“you’re mine, y/n. no one else” you keep sucking on his fingers while his other hand finally moves from your neck to your waist, getting you closer to him. he softly moans at the feeling of his hardened dick rubbing against your hot core. “you are my baby slut, and the only one i want to please”

that was everything you needed to hear for being now completely at his will. the only thing you wanted was to be his only girl, the only one who he pleases, the only one who pleased him. you were feeling more desperate than ever now, getting crazier at the way he was rubbing his bulge against you in such a needy way, with both of his hands now on your hips, guiding you to make the touch rougher.

you remove his jacket and your eyes travel all over his chest, revealed by the thin silk. one of your hands caresses his chest, shoulders and neck, while the other one unzips his pants to get his cock out, making him moan louder at the feeling of your skin. “let me please you too, chris” you tell him in a whiny voice that makes him shiver.

you kneeled before him, and as soon as your lips touched the tip of his cock he rested both of his hands on the door that was behind you, moving his head backwards between deep groans.

“you’re such a pretty slut for me, y/n” he says and you speed up your pace. he starts to feel uncomfortable in any position, battling his urge to cum only to have you sucking on his dick for a longer time.

just when you feel his precum in your mouth he lifts you up, getting his eyes teary due to the denied orgasm. “turn around, princess. i’m not over yet”.

chan pushes your body against the door, guiding your ass close to him and lifting your skirt. he kisses your neck before pulling his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling of your stretched and wet pussy. “tell me who can fuck you this good, y/n?” he says while keeping a painful fast speed, tears forming in your eyes from the intense excitement.

“are you still thinking in minho, mh?” he says while he chokes you from behind, the other hand guiding your hips to move on his cock even harder. “tell me again, babygirl, who do you belong to?”

the feeling of his fast and hard pace, his hand holding you hard from your hips, his other hand cutting your air, his heavy breathing on your neck, his possessiveness, his moans; everything was making you feel extremely sensitive, desperate for a release of the tension that’s been building up. “you, o-only to you” you cried out in a broken voice.

his now clumsy moves showed you he was close too, getting weak to your submission. “only mine, y/n. f-fuck.” his last words whispered in your ear made you hit your orgasm. the feeling of your release all over his cock made him cum inside you, groaning your name in a completely fucked up way.

after a moment to catch up your breaths, he turned you back, facing you with a relaxed smile. “you’re still my girl after this, y/n. and i’ll always please my girl.”

[mrs-hollandstan]

Can you do something with Harrison where y/n struggles to cum during sex and it frustrates him so he talks to the guys asking what he can you and they suggest different positions and angles he can try to hit her spot and get her to cum?

Mentions of sex and all that included.

Five boys stand awkwardly in their shared kitchen, Tom's lips pursed, Harrison drumming his fingers on the counter, Tuwaine's eyes cast to the ceiling, Sam standing within arms crossed, and Harry twiddling his thumbs, 

"Like… you've never… given her one at all? Like not even using her clit?" Tom finally asks, breaking the silence. Harrison clicks his tongue, 

"Course I have you div. I just want her to not feel hopeless about those being the only orgasms I can give her. What's the use of sex if she isn't enjoying it unless I rub her off?" He poses. Tom hums as Sam digs his phone from his pocket, typing furiously as Harry leans over. With a few clicks of his brother's fingers, Harry's eyes widen briefly and he blinks, eyebrows shooting up, 

"Christ on a cross. That's a bit tricky." 

"What? What is it?" Harrison asks. Sam hums as he leans his elbows on the counter, 

"Some of the best positions are a bit tricky for g-spot stimulation." He admits. Harrison snags the younger boy's phone and Tuwaine and Tom crowd around him. Tom hums, 

"How flexible is she?" 

"Decent enough," Harrison murmurs, "But these… some of these are not going to be comfortable for long enough to make it worth it. Fucks sake, what is a gee-shell?" Tom snorts, 

"Look… her legs make a shell shape." 

"Fuck me." Harrison murmurs. Tom smacks his shoulder, 

"She loves your arms… try the wheelbarrow." 

"Oh fuck that… so I can drop her on her head? That's the kinda shit we did as kids, this isn't sexy, this is Twister." A row of laughter circle the room as he continues scrolling, 

"Oooh, that snake position looks good. So does the Big Dipper. You like her in cowgirl ehh? Doggy… have you ever tried this? You can't tell me you don't like her on top or having her in doggy. You love her ass."

"Yeah, she whimpers but… it's not enough." 

"You know she has to be aroused for any sort of g-spot action right?" Harry poses. Harrison nods, 

"That I know. I read one of those little OB/GYN, sexual therapist article thingies and they talked about it but… I don't have a problem getting her aroused. I've got that down, give her good head, but… she's never had a g-spot orgasm." He explains. Harry and Sam both grimace at the idea of you naked and doing all of these things with Harrison, having known you for so long, but they're dedicated to getting their mate his way. Tom hums, chewing the inside of his lip, 

"Maybe you should try a vibrator first. I mean… have you ever actually found her g-spot?" He asks. Harrison nods,

"Fingering her a few times, yeah."

"She has to be relaxed too. She can't be tense." 

"And isn't the clit connected to it?" Tuwaine contributes. Tom nods, 

"Yeah. They're of the same nerve ending things or whatever so you can stimulate both or either." He explains. The front door clicks open and you enter, paper grocery bags in your arm. Sam takes them from you, 

"Hello loves." You coo, packing away the few groceries you'd gathered. They greet you and you smile, rounding the counter to kiss Harrison's cheek. Spotting the tab open on the device in his hand, you scroll, humming to yourself,

"That wheelbarrow position looks fun." You murmur. Tom snickers, 

"Told you." Finding the headline, you smile, reaching up to caress his cheek, kissing his lips softly,

"You fuck me just fine baby boy. I wish you'd stop worrying." The boys around you cringe and whine about hearing this kind of thing as Harrison kisses you, 

"Some of these positions look pretty good." He murmurs. You hum, checking your watch, 

"I've got a meeting in an hour and a half but I'm free after." He chuckles, 

"I'll meet you in bed then." He mumbles. Tom jokingly gags, 

"Disgusting. I love you too much Y/N to think of my best friend defiling you." He half jokes. You giggle, rubbing across the expanse of his shoulders, 

"Sorry T. But I do love your best friend's dick." More mumbles add noise to the room as your thoroughly gross out your flatmates, but your boyfriend snickers under his breath. 

[georgiapeach30513]

just here thinking about lp & her daddies 🥴 re-reading their steamy moments 😮‍💨 how have they been lately? 😍

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Whew...are you ready for these three?? So I did say that Ari and LP were going to have hell to pay for this stunt. So what does Curtis do to his naughty husband and wife??

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Teasing Little Bitch

Summary:  Curtis is not happy with you and Ari

Pairings:  Ari X Reader X Curtis

Rating:  explicit

Warnings: teasing, D/s dynamics, restraints, mean daddy!Curtis, Sub!Ari, oral sex (m receiving), touch denial, masturbation, degradation, mentions of punishment, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  850

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“Daddy?” you wine when Curtis tightens your cuffs  Pushing you back to the swing.  “Daddy?” he doesn’t stop when he hoists you up, leaving your cunt spread and glistening.  Pulling your arms up, he attaches your cuffs above your head, leaving you a writhing mess, and unable to soothe your fiery need to be touched.

He offers you only a small bit of kindness, when he slaps at your folds.  Your slick creating sticky lines of arousal to his hands.  “Daddy?  Won’t you look at me?”

“Nope,” Curtis answers, before he moves over to Ari who is a pouting teddy bear.  Strapping his new harness on him.  And Ari moans when Curtis pulls the belts tighter.  With your hands nowhere near anything to relieve yourself, or touch your sinful daddies, you whine.  “Stop that.  You two brought this upon yourself,” he gives a few pumps on Ari’s cock, while he glares at you.  “Jealous, Little One?”

“No,” he pushes Ari to his knees, and laughs when you wiggle around.  “Ari, don’t,” but he can’t stop those puppy dogs eyes from looking up at Curtis.  Curtis takes out his thick cock, and slaps Ari’s cheek.  His face never leaves you, and the deep torture he’s giving you.  “Daddy, you’re mean.”

“I’m mean,” he gruffs, pushing his cock through Ari’s lips.  “I had to watch him fuck you, while I was hours away.  All I got to feel was my measly little hand,” when you intake a deep breath, he looks down at Ari, his eyes glossy looking up at Curtis, but like a good little boy he just sits there.  “Have fun, sweet boy.”

Ari begins bobbing on his cock, with no regard to you, and your torn state.  Not wanting to watch, but unable to look away.  And when he hears Ari gag on Curtis’ cock, it just makes you whimper.  “Making a mess over there Little One.  That pussy looks so lonely.”

“Touch her, then.”

“Nope,” when a growl rumbles deep in your throat, Ari stops looking over at you.  “Daddy is torturing me sweet boy.”

“Stop it, Little One.  I can make this so much worse for you.”

“Daddy hung me up here, spread and ready for somebody’s cock, but I can’t touch you.”

“Little One,” Curtis jerks his length out of Ari’s mouth, and pulls the large man back to standing.  “This is what you wanted.  Look at Ari’s poor cock.  You two did this.  You thought it would be fun to tease me.  Now, you’re going to be hard and wet and with no relief.  Unless you can get off on me, fucking my fist.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Washing all that sweet cum down the drain.”

“Daddy?” Ari whimpers at him.

“And you, Ari, you were the worst.  How many times did you edge her and get her to crying like that?” Curtis tsks at the both of you.  “Stay there.  I might let you suck some of my cream off my fingers if you behave,” shocked you look at Ari, who is motionless.  “Do you know why you have to be tied up?  You are a naughty girl, Little One.  Nothing but a slutty brat,” he slowly pumps his fist in his cock.

“Daddy, no!  My pussy feels better.”

“It does,” he smiles, gripping tightly.  “Your mouth feels amazing to.  I should have you sucking on my balls, while I gag Ari.”

“Please!”

“NO!  This is what you get.  If it’s really that bad, you know the magic word.  You gonna use it?” stubbornly you shake your head no.  “Didn’t think so,” he walks closer to you.  Close enough to almost touch, but still too far away.  “I’m gonna be nice today.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m about to shove my cock so far up your cunt, you’ll feel it in your throat, and hopefully won’t be able to run that cock sucking mouth for a week.  Do you want me to be nice or not?”

“Please.”

“There’s a good girl.  I’m gonna cum on your stomach.  Me and subby Ari are going to watch it drip to your cunt, and if it makes it, I’ll let him lick it off of you, and then if he cleans you up well enough...fucking hell...I’ll let him fuck you in this swing, while I watch.  You okay with that sweet girl?  I bet you’ll look so pretty letting him use your body.  You like your new gift?  Ari and I can have you tied up whenever.  Doesn’t matter if you pass out, we’ll just keep.  Fucking.  You,” ropes of his hot cum spurt all up your stomach, and you moan at the feeling of him.  

“Let’s watch sweet boy,” Ari’s eyes are wide as saucers as he watches Curtis’ spend ooze down your front.  Right before it gets there, Curtis takes one swipe up of his finger, before shoving it in Ari’s mouth.

“You lied!”

“And you’re a teasing little bitch that still didn’t know when to keep your mouth shut.  Ari is a sweet boy,” he coos at your daddy.  His finger rubs around his face, before he smiles at you.  “Next time I’m away.  Behave.  Don’t worry, your next punishment, is to have you both so sore you can’t walk.  Ari, get her down and clean her up.  It’s bedtime.”

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[solemnly-mischievous]

HOLY SHIT RIVALRY WAS SOOOO F@&KIMG GOOD OH MY 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I was wondering you would be open to doing a jealous draco smut with breeding kink? Maybe you’re wearing a short sundress that’s riding up and getting looks from the guys and he pulls you aside 🥵

very glad to hear you enjoyed rivalry! read this request and wrote it in like two hours. here you go, anon, hope you like it too ;)

Contains: Breeding kink, jealousy, possessiveness (like... kind of a lot of that), large amounts of dirty talk, themes of exhibitionism (only mentioned)

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Of course you didn't purposely choose the smallest sundress you owned to wear that day. It was the only sundress you packed to bring to Malfoy Manor for the summer. You'd never intentionally wound up Draco—you aren't a brat or anything... on most days.

But maybe. Just maybe. You enjoyed seeing how his eyes had widened when you'd revealed your outfit. Maybe you liked how his eyes were constantly on you, your exposed skin, the deeper-than-necessary neckline. Your thighs.

And, alright, maybe this sundress was less a dress than a gratuitously long shirt.

But still. You never meant to get him so bothered.

You're also decidedly not complaining.

The day is truly hot and bright in the "backyard" of Malfoy Manor, the sun heating up your skin so much you're coated in a light sheen of sweat, despite your lack of clothing. You, Draco, and a couple other friends are about a three-minute walk away from the Manor, lounging by the beach.

You weren't even aware the Malfoy Manor was near a beach, but the more you know.

The other boys have unbuttoned their shirts in the heat, currently in various stages of modest undress—Blaise Zabini has his shirt fully off, while Theo Nott's is unbuttoned but stayed, reluctantly, on his body. It's soaked, though—you don't count on it staying on for much longer.

Draco, on the other hand, has his shirt fully buttoned, and his black outfit cuts a stark, imposing figure in the bright day. His gaze lingers on you as you stretch in the sun, the sundress riding up with your movements until they barely reach mid-thigh.

He hasn't said much since you emerged from your room in that dress, but he looks as though he's about to say something now.

"Hey!" Theo calls your name and you turn, the Slytherin boy tossing you a chilled glass bottle filled with lemonade. "I brought some along. You look parched."

"I am," you say gratefully, taking the lemonade and uncorking it. It's delightfully cold, and the lemonade tastes heavenly, sweet and sour perfectly balanced. "Bloody hell, Theo, what'd you put in these?"

"It's so bloody good, isn't it," Blaise says, chugging his own bottle before giving a satisfied sigh. "I'm telling you: Drugs."

"A dash of magic," Theo replies to you, grinning. You laugh. Beside you, Draco tenses.

"C'mon, Draco, try some," you urge him, holding the glass bottle out. "It's so good."

"I'm good, thanks," Draco declines, and you shrug.

"More for me, then." You tip the lemonade back, exposing your neck and collarbones as you lift your head, and you finish the whole small bottle in a few large gulps. Your throat bobs as you swallow, and you feel Draco's unrelenting stare on you.

Lowering the empty bottle, you feel a rush of euphoria as the sugar hits your system. Combined with the relief from the pressing heat, you can't help but let out a groan of pleasure.

Draco stiffens next to you, but you only turn to offer Theo a large pleading smile. "Tell me you brought more."

Theo looks like he's been caught in headlights, and takes a moment to unfreeze before he can register the sentence. His gaze trails down your body playfully, lingering at your neckline, how you're breathing harder than usual from drinking. "I might've. What's in it for me, doll?"

"Huh?" You blink in confusion.

"I could be persuaded to give you more," Theo says suggestively, winking, and then Draco is grabbing your arm and Apparating away from the beachside.

"Going to grab sunscreen!" is the only explanation he yells at his friends before the two of you vanish.

The two of you appear in Draco's room, you stumbling with the force of the arrival.

"Draco, what—"

"Don't," he warns, and kisses you without warning. The force of it takes you by surprise, and you fall backwards onto his bed, bringing him with you.

Draco nips at your bottom lip and trails down your neck, biting into the delicate skin there. You yelp, then moan, and your fingers clutch desperately at his shirt.

"Gonna hex him," Draco mutters, before sucking another hickey into the skin around your collarbone. You whimper from the feeling.

"What—what do you mean—Theo?"

"No, bloody Hagrid," he drawls, and pushes you into his mattress. He pins you down, and there's a light in his eyes that's almost—possessive. "Yes, Theo."

"Why?" And then you realize. "Oh—no, Draco, he was just joking."

"I don't bloody care." The blond tugs at your sundress, almost too harshly. "He wanted you. I could tell. Blaise did too. I can't blame them, with you looking like this. Bet they wanted to rip this dress off your pretty body and fuck you in the sand."

"I—"

"I'm still wondering what to do with it," Draco continues, cutting you off. "Should I let you keep it on while I fuck you? So we can get it all dirtied and wrinkled, for when we return to the beach?"

Your face flushes at the idea of Theo and Blaise seeing you in freshly-fucked apparel, dress all uneven and stained with sweat and Merlin knows what else. They'd know—oh, they'd know, alright.

"Or," Draco muses, his voice darkening, "should I tear it off of you? You could wear one of my shirts back. Just the shirt, though."

"Draco," you whine, clamping your thighs together to get some friction. He's talking too much, not touching you enough, and you grind upwards into his leg to try and get his attention.

"Slow down now, or I'll tear this dress off you and not let you dress properly before I Apparate us back," Draco warns, and you still your motions. "There we go. Good girl."

He seems to be impatient as well, though, as he shrugs off his shirt hurriedly and kicks off his trousers. "I think I'll fuck you with the dress on. Let it be a reminder, hm?"

"Yes, please, just—" And then he's pushing your sundress up roughly, exposing much of your abdomen and a sliver of your bra, and tugging your panties to the side roughly. He doesn't even have the patience to take them off.

"Gonna show them you're mine," Draco growls, sinking two fingers in at once deep into your cunt, and you let out a loud, surprised moan. "Good thing no one's home, love. I'm going to make you scream."

He thrusts in and out, fucking you roughly with his fingers, until he's deemed you loose enough to curl his fingers in. They brush against the spot that makes you see stars and you moan his name loudly, the end of the moan tapering off into a desperate whine.

"Draco, fuck, fuck me," you babble, and he seems to agree, kicking his boxers off and giving his cock a few rough tugs with his free hand before drawing out his fingers.

You don't even have time to process the loss before Draco's pressing in, your cunt tight and wet around him. He groans out a stifled curse, bottoming out and bumping against your cervix, and you whimper from the stretch.

"After I'm done with you, love, no one will touch you," he murmurs, and then he starts to move. He fucks into you slowly at first, keeping a steady rhythm, and then he's pounding into you with a vengeance, hitting your sweet spot with every few thrusts. "They'll know you're mine. Mine to love and fuck and keep."

"Yours," you repeat, although he could've said anything in that moment and you would've agreed wholeheartedly.

"I'm gonna fill you up, love," Draco pants, his rhythm unrelenting. He has a hand on your bared abdomen, and he grips you so tight you think you might bruise. "Gonna fill you up with my cum 'till you're dripping, gonna fucking breed you so you'll always be mine—"

You clench involuntarily around him at his words, a fresh wave of arousal making you drip around his cock. "Oh, bloody hell—Draco!"

"Yeah? You like the sound of that?" You can hear the smirk in his voice as he fucks you fast and rough. "Good."

"Please," you whisper, "please, fuck, come in me, fill me up, make me yours—"

"Mine," Draco echoes, and one of his hands reaches to your clit, circling it playfully, flicking it occasionally so you lurch and clench around him in pleasure. "I'll fuck you over and over until we get there, love, don't think I won't—gonna make you carry my heirs, then you'll wholly be mine."

"Fuck, Draco!" you moan as you come, and Draco groans lowly when you clench and tighten around him in your orgasm. "Oh, fuck, yes, please, make me all yours, pump me full and claim me—"

With a strangled moan, Draco comes inside of you, and you feel him filling you up as he'd promised—painting your insides with his release and pulling out after he's emptied himself. He admires his work: You, well-fucked and blissed out, the sundress rumpled and soaked in sweat.

"Good girl," he praises, Summoning a washcloth from his bathroom and pressing the cold, soothing fabric to your face. "You did so good."

"'m yours," you murmur, smiling delightedly at him. "Aren't I?"

"Yes, love." Draco's eyes gleam with a sudden idea, and instead of leaning over to clean your oversensitive, dripping cunt, he tugs your panties back into place. Your brows furrow in confusion.

"So we can make sure you're truly filled up, hm?" He tilts his head, as if to ask if it's alright with you, and you nod, heat pooling in your abdomen at the idea of walking around all day with Draco's release still inside of you, dripping into your panties, maybe even soaking through them.

A thought occurs to you. "But—they might see!"

Draco smirks at you lazily, raising an eyebrow.

"So?"

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