#THOSE PANTS! why don’t we have more pics of those pants?

[noxturnalpascal]

I Said I Wouldn’t Hook-up With Him, Then I Did Again

Dieter Bravo x F!Actor!Reader (WC: 1636)

A/N: Write a story based on the moodboard made by @iamasaddie ‘s random pinterest pics.

Summary: If you hook up with your ex (and co-actor), Dieter Bravo, you have to put $5 in the jar. Well shit...... we might have to tell the driver to stop at an ATM.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+ only please, Sex (Unprotected PiV), Mention of: previous sex (PiV and Oral F!rec), previous biting (and breaking of skin causing a scar), previous illegal drug use, previous sex with another woman (not described), getting high, sex toys.

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“I’m not gonna fuck him.”

That’s what you’d said. Ten hours ago when Lily, your stylist, had plopped down the jar on the counter in front of the mirror. You’d said you weren’t gonna fuck him. Definitely not, you’d tacked on. You vaguely remember she might have rolled her eyes at that. She brought out the jar every time either of you were in close proximity with one of your big-bad-exes, to avoid the temptation of entanglement. 

You know the ones, the exes you were desperate to hear from but determined to avoid. Bad news time and time again, never meeting your (very) low expectations and somehow always finding new ways to disappoint you. You started the jar to hold each other accountable, making sure $5 went into the jar any time that either of you texted, called, or fell into bed with the ex.

Although, ex was a loose term, as you don’t think yours was ever more than a casual hookup played on repeat. Grabbing hands, scraping stubble, a huff of breath that smells like cigarettes and cinnamon gum. Your co-star, Dieter Bravo. Sometimes drunk, sometimes high, sometimes both. Never sober. Always on-set, still half in costume and makeup. Always teetering on the edge of getting caught, of ruining your reputation, of solidifying his. 

It was disgusting. You were disgusted with yourself every time it happened. You’re disgusted with yourself right now, as you sit on his lap in the back of your towncar home. He drags his hand under your shirt and up your ribcage, cold rings against your skin sending goosebumps across your chest, hardening your nipples. You feel his lips on your throat, teeth scraping but not leaving marks, suddenly extremely aware of your own arousal collecting in your underwear. Your own body is betraying you. Rude.

“Goddamnit,” you huff, defeated. 

He pushes his other hand up your thigh, lifting your skirt up to your waist. He knows he’s won. He always does. Without a word you untie the drawstring on his pants, of course he’d be wearing pajama pants, Dieter fucking Bravo… probably doesn’t even own jeans. You reach inside and wrap your hand around him, rock hard and velvety smooth. No underwear, obviously… you already knew he doesn’t own any of those.

“Easy access,” he says, as if reading your mind.

But then you look down and realize he’s talking about you. Fuck. You wore a skirt to work today. Now why would you have done that? You’re sure it’s not because one time, on the hood of a stunt car in a mostly-abandoned backlot in Burbank, he told you that your legs drove him fucking crazy right before he pushed them apart and dove face-first into your wet, waiting pussy. No, that couldn’t have been it.

He runs a finger along the inside of your thigh and sticks it in the side of the gusset of your panties. He moves his hand down so the back of his knuckle drags along your slit, giving away how wet you already are for him. You hear him hum, mmmmmm, and then giggle. Fucking giggle? He must be high already. He curls his finger, drawing the fabric in the crook of it and pulling it to the side.

“You gonna keep teasing me, or you gonna put it in?”

“Teasing you? Who is teasing you?” You shift yourself up on your knees, knocking against the headliner in the cramped backseat.

“You’ve been teasing me all day, baby. With your blonde hair and those pouty lips.”

“The hair was a wig Dee, you know that.” You line him up slowly at your entrance.

“It still looked good. And your lips? Those are new.”

“They’re not new lips, I just got some filler, it’s not a big deal.” You slowly start to sink down on his thick length.

“Well if you want people to imagine those full lips around their cocks, you’ve done a good job.”

Jesus Christ, you mutter simultaneously, for different reasons. You’re rocking your hips up and down, coating him with your wetness to ease the stretch of him pushing into you. You hear whispers about his dick in nearly every ladies’ room you go into in this town. His length is average, satisfying but not newsworthy, but his girth is massive. And even though you’ve taken it plenty of times before, you struggle every single time.

His large hands find your hips, fingers spreading back to cover your bare ass. Obviously you wore the thong so you wouldn’t have panty lines in your clingy cotton dress. It has nothing to do with the fact that once, while shooting in Wales, he went so insane with lust that he bit your ass and broke skin, leaving a tiny tooth-shaped scar that he likes to run his tongue over every time you hook up. Nope, it has nothing to do with that at all.

You finally get all of him inside of you, the sting of the stretch pushed to the back of your mind by the overwhelming fullness of him. God he’s so fucking big and you think you must say it outloud because you hear him groaning yeahhh into your neck. He squeezes you where his hands are gripping, encouraging you to move on him and then helps guide you back and forth on his lap.

You look down at his face, and realize he’s still wearing the sunglasses from set, his hair still gelled in the style of his character, with a little curl looped down onto his forehead. Come here, he says and you obey, bringing your mouth to his, tangling tongues and sharing spit. He passes you his gum and you try to give it back but then he pulls off your mouth to moan fuck yeahhh.

He moves one hand to the front of your top, yanking it down to expose your nipples. Okay if you’re being honest with yourself, you can’t think of a good reason why you didn’t wear a bra today. You know you had one in your hands at one point but then there was a memory that flashed through your mind. A memory of Dieter snorting a line off a table - a mixture of cocaine and viagra, literally ripping your brand new French-made underwear set to pieces, and fucking you on every surface of your trailer during a 3-hour weather delay in British Columbia. 

You guess ‘not wanting it to be destroyed’ was a good reason not to wear a bra, right? But you definitely weren’t going to fuck him, so why would it matter? He’s dragging his tongue all around one nipple and when he switches to the other side you feel the remnants of his spicy gum as a light burning sensation heating your pebbled nub. You don’t have much time to think about if it’s good or too much because suddenly he’s biting the other nipple, hard, causing you to cry out.

“Sorry baby, sorry,” he stammers. “I just got excited.”

His hands on your hips help you find your rhythm once again, slamming his cock into your fucked-out pussy over and over. You lean back and brace your hands on his knees and he uses the opportunity to bring a hand forward and run his thumb along his length, soaking wet where it repeatedly disappears into you. He strokes upward until he’s rubbing his thumb along you instead, at the apex of where he splits you, right over your hooded clit.

“Missed this,” he whispers so softly, you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself.

“I think you got plenty of this on your last job,” you manage to sound both snarky and uninterested, despite the increasing pressure of him petting at your sensitive, swollen bundle.

“Oh you think?”

“That’s what I heard. You and that Swedish girl, the new one, Ingrid whats-her-name?”

“Nooooo,” he moves his thumb faster. “She’s Norwegian.”

“Whatever,” you struggle to focus, “I don’t even-”

“Don’t be jealous baby," he purrs. "No one takes my cock like you do."

Fuck. Why is that working? Why does it feel so good? 

It always feels so fucking good.

“I think I’m gonna-” you start.

“Come,” he finishes.

And when you do, your orgasm rips through you, making your vision go out, shaking your legs, and stuttering your hips. His hands go back to your side, helping to bounce you for a few more thrusts before he yanks you off of him, finishing all over his own flannel pants and the bottom of his wrinkled t-shirt. He wraps his cardigan around himself, covering up the mess on his front and pops another stick of red gum into his mouth, looking at you across the bench seat.

“Wanna come in? We can order a pizza, get high, and then fuck again later. I got this new toy th-”

“What are you talking about Dieter, this is my house?” He gives you a look, and you open the dark-tinted window to see that instead of being in your own driveway, you’re parked in front of an unfamiliar home. “The fuck… I thought this car was supposed to be taking me home.”

“Well it was, but then I slipped the driver two hundred bucks so he’d bring us here instead. And also so he wouldn’t take any pictures of your ass.”

“You wouldn’t have had to pay him not to take pictures of my ass if you wouldn’t have snuck into my car as I was leaving work.”

“Yeah but it was fun, right?” He peers at you over his sunglasses. “C’mon,” he holds out his hand.

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The next morning you get to work and, avoiding Lily’s gaze, you take a handful of $5 bills out of your pocket and silently drop them into the jar.

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[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Dead Robins Club

Summary: Jason and the boys are in a band and you're the bands social media manager.

Pairing: Photographer!Reader x Drummer!Jason Todd.

4.7k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT, Rock Band! AU, swearing, bondage with chains, teasing, choking, hair pulling, spanking, object insertion, man handling, pet names, dirty talk, probably something else very horny I forgot.

The music rings through the hall of the dark and atmospheric club, Tim's guitar solo brings the crowd forward, the patrons push the barricade to try and get closer to them. You step closer to the stage, keeping your security guard close as you pace behind the barricade hoping to find the perfect angle for the band's socials. Tim slides out in front of Damian who's belting the lyrics to their latest song so loud you’ll be surprised if he can talk after.

The crowd grows wild, people cheering and dancing behind you as you snap a photo of the two front men singing angrily into the microphone. 

"Oh my God!" A woman shouts behind you, "there he is. Fuck, he's so fine," you don't need to turn, knowing that she's staring at the now spotlighted drummer, sweat pouring off his head, the drumsticks twirling in his long fingers, those pretty blue eyes fixed on his drums. The chains on his pants rattling, his studded vest flapping with how fast his arms are moving, his curls plastered to his face with how much he’s sweating. 

"Looks like they're going to rush soon," a familiar voice whispers into your ear piece as you click the shutter on your camera. The 3 of them now in the shot, "head back, don't want another incident."

"Two seconds, Dickie. Get my margarita ready." You respond, turning to take a few pictures of the crowd and a few on your phone of the drummer, just for you, before you head backstage.

You meet Dick at the side of the stage, your drink already in his hand as he offers you a seat. "Don't know why they wouldn't let me book a bigger place," he says taking the seat next to you, "this place is packed and everyone on the internet is bummed they didn't get tickets."

"Makes it more exclusive," you shrug, moving your head so you can peer from behind the curtains at the flex of Jason's arms, "plus you know what they're like, they still think their small time."

You and Dick sit together, sometimes getting up to dance when the music compels you. But you're always watching him, the quick way his fingers twirl the drumsticks, how his legs flex as he beats the drums, his curls sweaty and sticking to his forehead. 

His eye catches yours for a moment and he smiles at you. Your heart starts to beat faster, your cheeks getting warm and your legs going gooey as you return the smile. Seeming to notice the effect he's having on you, he throws his favourite pair of drumsticks in the air before catching them and falling back into the song.

The crowd goes wild as the last song of the set comes to an end. Tim and Damian thank the crowd for coming out to see the last show The Dead Robins Club would be performing in this city, before the boys head to the side of the stage towards you. 

"Show us the pics!" Tim says coming up beside you and leaning over your shoulder, "did you get the mic toss?"

"I did and I got your power slide," you flick through your reel, showing him most of the pictures you took, all the ones on your official camera at least. The ones on your phone were, are, personal. And you don’t wanna feed Jason’s hordes of thirsty ass fans with the slightly provocative pictures you took of his hands and his pretty face.

"Shame, still none of Jay," he says, slapping his brother on the shoulder, "guess we know who the favourites are big guy" 

"A huh," Jason grunts as he passes you, "meet you guys at the hotel."

"You're leaving already?" Dick asks, trying to stop Jason as he starts to pack up his things, "the fans want autographs."

"Like Timmy said, I ain't no one's favourite." He pulls his bag over his shoulder, ignoring Dicks protests, he shoots you a look before he walks down towards where the cars are waiting.

You entertain the boys for an hour helping them get selfies with fans, before Dick announces that it's time to wrap up. 

"Wanna go grab a drink at the bar?" Dick asks as the boys head out to do their own things, "the night's still young and so are we."

"Nah I’m good. It's been a long day,” you yawn for affect, “Plus I gotta get all these,” you gesture to your camera, “edited and uploaded,” you give him a sympathetic look, “I think I'm just going to go to bed before we have to get back on the plane tomorrow, sorry Dickie"

"Suit yourself. I guess I'll just sit and drink,” he pouts at you, “alone."

"Sure you won't be alone for too long." You joke, giving him a quick hug and heading up the elevator.

Xx

You pull out the key card, slipping it into the lock and stepping into the room. A familiar face already waiting on your couch with a bottle of wine in hand, and his large combat boots kicked across the room, "took ya long enough."

"You know how they are," you shrug off your coat, "Dick still didn't wanna go to bed," you toe off your shoes and step towards him, "I can't just leave him."

"You can," Jason stands, grabbing you and pulling you down onto the couch on top of him.

“But he uses those puppy dog eyes on me and I feel bad.”

“That’s the only trick that guy knows,” he rolls his eyes, his arms wrapping around your waist, "just tell him you got a better offer."

"Did I though?"

"Cheeky," he kisses you like he's been waiting all day to get you alone, his hands already clinging to you and starting to peel your clothes away, "I saw you watching me, sweetheart," he finally frees your shirt from your pants and pulls it over your head.

“I wouldn’t, didn’t you hear the boys,” you pull his vest from his back, “No pictures of you.”

"There's always a way for me to check," he smirks into your kiss, his fingers slipping down to your ass, then reaching into your back pocket for your phone and dangling it in front of your face.

“Won’t find anything in there.” you lie, unconvincingly.

“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?” he raises his eyebrow at you.

“No,” you grab for it, but he pulls his arm up higher. You jump, and he drops it behind the couch, giving you a knowing look.

“That's what I thought,” his fingers toy with the button on your jeans, “What else are you lying to me about?” he grabs at the band, pulling them down to your hips, "Is my pussy wet for me?"

"I-"

"You wouldn't lie to me would you?" He kisses across your jawline as his fingers sink into your panties, stopping at your panty line, "no, not you. My good girl wouldn't lie to me," his fingers slip down lower meeting with the seeping spot in your panties, "tell me Kitten," he leans back meeting your eyes, "if you got such a better offer, why are you here with me with suck a soaking wet pussy?"

"Coincidence?" You joke, laughing as he lifts you up and your pants fall to the floor.

"Like fuck is it a coincidence," he throw you over his shoulder, "you bloody liar," he slaps you on the ass, "I know how watching me play affects you," he walks, his bicep just far enough away form your pussy go tease you, “bet you’ve got lots of good shots on your phone, don’t you?”

“Nope,” you giggle, your arms attempting to reach his ass, but his torso is so fucking long and thick.

“You're going to pay for that." he smacks you again, his fingers kneading at the tender flesh of your ass.

"Oh, no. How awful!" You start to squirm as he kicks the door to the bedroom open and drops you on the bed.

"First the lying and now the attitude," he tuts as he peels off his black t-shirt, "you poor thing," he unclips the chain from his pants, "You really need some sense fucked into you," he grabs at your hands slinking the chain around them and locking them together behind the bed head, "don't you?" Jason’s soft lips brush over yours.

"Yes."

"Good girl. Now, how should I punish you?" He thinks aloud, watching as you start to squirm when he pulls back from you. His studded belt releases his tight black jeans, "What?" He laughs as your eyes fixate on the way his huge hand is wrapping around his cock, "Do you like watching me play with myself?" He licks his lips, his teeth sinking in when he notices your hips gyrating into the air, "do you need some attention, Sweetheart?" 

'Please."

"But you haven't been good," he kneels on to the ground and you feel something cool touch your leg, the metal of the chains biting into your wrists as you strain to get free, "maybe I should coat my sticks on your cum," the cool wood glides up your thigh before slapping down onto your clit, "at our next show I'll be able to smell you on them," his eyes lock with yours, "wouldn't that be a nice treat for me, Kitten?"

"Yes, please," you try to move, but he just taps the drum stick onto your clit again, "that'd be so hot."

"Wouldn't it just," the tip of the drumstick slips down from your clit, dipping into you and you can't help the way your back arches into it, "so needy for me, aren't you Kitten?" The drumstick goes deeper, angling it up so it sweeps right over your g spot. Jasons free hand rests on your stomach as his thumb rubbing into your clit in just the way you like as he thrusts the stick into you. His eyes torn between watching your face and watching his favourite thing disappearing into his favourite person.

"Jason.”

"Does my girl need more?" He teases you, "need something bigger?"

"I do.”

"Show me," he chuckles, pulling the drumsticks from you with a pop and licking along its length, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. His face forlorn, torn between wanting to taste you and how bad he wants to fuck you, "show me where you want me Kitten?"

You whine, your hands jangling against the chains, tugging at them as you glare at him.

"Oh, you can't? You poor thing," his cock slaps on top of your pussy, "keep squirming for me  Kitten." He leans over your body, his lips finally meeting yours, "I love when you're needy for me like this. So desperate," his hand grips your face, "it's pathetic."

You try to pull your face from his grasp, but he holds you still. Your eyes start to wander until his nails dig into your cheeks, "keep those pretty eyes on me," you feel his cock slip back, the huge head pushing, teasing at your core, "you ready?" His head circles you, "nod or shake your head for me, Kitten. I know words are hard for you when you're like this."

You nod, your legs wrapping around Jason's thick thighs. Trying so hard to pull him closer, even if you know it's useless.

"Good girl. I can feel your legs tightening on me," he releases your face, his hand softly brushing your cheek where you imagine his claw marks are, "pull me in."

You tighten your legs even more, Jason moves closer, his cock pushing up against you until it starts to spread you, stretching you out as he sinks deeper and deeper inside you. You can’t help the moans that escape your lips as your pussy becomes so fucking full you think your brain might explode. “Breathe,” his fingers pull your bottom lip from your teeth, “Sweetheart, take a breath for me,” he starts to withdraw himself, not really restrained by the grip of your legs, “Kitten,” you suck in a breath, the overwhelming fullness turning your brain off for a second there.

“I’m breathing,” you reassure him, trying to pull your hands from the chains, “Please don’t go.”

“Do you want me to unchain you?” his eyes are so soft, one hand still on your face while the other traces little hearts into your thigh, “Is it too much?”

“I’m good, now. I just needed a minute,” you reassure him, “I promise, it’s just been-”

“A while, yeah I know.”

“Can we talk about it after, Jay?” you try to move, but he’s so heavy on top of you, “Because right now, I’d really like you to move.”

“Needy,” his fingers tighten on your thigh, pushing it back up towards your chest, “Impatient,” his soft caress on your cheek stops as his hand slips around your throat, “My good Kitten.” He starts to thrust, his hips meeting yours with every inwards motion. His pelvis grinding into your clit when he leans down to capture your lips with his. “I missed this,” he moans into your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair while your legs cling to him.

“Missed you.”

“I’m right here, always.”

“Not close enough,” you thrust back up, “Closer, please.”

“Never been close enough to you,” Jason mewls, “You’re so fucking warm, Kitten.”

“Fuckin hot when that spotlight hits you.” you feel your pussy clench down on him when he smirks down at you.

“Not as beautiful as you do, shrouded in the dark of the clubs,” he brushes the hair from your face, smoothing it back behind your ear. The tingle tickles, jolting your body up and you feel his cock brush over your g spot.

“Jay, right there-” you moan into his ear, “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping until you cum on me,” his hand reaches up, releasing your hands from the chains with a snap of his fingers, “But I need your hands on me.”

Your wrists ache, but your hands quickly find their place in his hair, tugging his face closer to yours, kissing him deeper and sinking your teeth into his lip. With one hand in his hair, you slip the other down to his shoulder, bringing his chest flush with yours. The sweat of your bodies mingling as you both moan into the kiss. 

Your eyes open when he pulls back from you, his stubble brushing against your cheek, his moans filling your ears, “You’re fucking gripping me so tight, Kitten. You getting close?” he bites down on your neck, “I know you are.”

“Yes, I’m so close, Jay.” the animalistic sound that seems to reverberate from his throat is what sends you over the edge, the primal way he turns from somewhat sensual to fucking insane is something else. You can’t stop cumming, his cock somehow getting harder and deeper within you with every thrust and that sound just won’t stop. You almost question whether it's you making that noise, but when he starts to chant your name in your ear and you know he’s close.

“Jason.” you whisper hoarsely as your second round of pleasure starts to build inside you, you feel his cock throb, “Jason,” it’s twitching inside you, bouncing off your insides and making a smoothie out of them, “Jason.”

“Fuck me, Kitten,” his nails dig into your, his lips reaching for yours to quiet the scream he lets out into your mouth. Jasons cum paints your insides, but he doesn’t stop fucking you, “I don’t want this to end,” he pants between cries of pleasure, “I want to fuck you forever, to be inside you always.”

You don’t even realise you’re cumming again until your legs start to cramp and your mind goes numb, the thickness of Jason's cock slowly receding from you and his fingers replacing it. Gently gliding up and down as you twitch out the last of your orgasm. “You look beautiful like this. Carefree and relaxed.” he whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead before falling down beside you and pulling you under his arm. “Take a deep breath.”

You do, snuggling into his side as you try to match his breathing. Your leg wrapping over his to try and leech some of his warmth. “I can breathe on my own, you know.”

“Yeah, but I know I take your breath away with my dashing looks.”

“True,” you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him, “You’re very pretty,” you bouncing one of his curls, the white one, it’s your favourite.

“Not as pretty as you, Kitten,” he takes your hand. Holding it in his, his thumb grazing over your wrists, “Are your wrists ok?”

“They’re fine, a bit tender.”

“I’ll rub some of that coconut cream on them in a sec,” he gives them each a small kiss, “Just wanna cuddle you a bit longer.”

“I missed this,” you sigh, putting your arm over him and pulling yourself up so you're laid out flat on top of him, “tour buses suck. Maybe we should run away?”

“I wish, could you imagine. Dick would have a fucking heart attack. But I get what you mean and the next few weeks aren’t going to be any better.”

“We’ll have to get better at sneaking around.”

“You will.” he says, like he doesn't, “You think I’m the only one who knows you take pictures of me on your phone to jerk off to?”

“What?” you try to sit up in alarm only for Jason's arm to hold you close.

“Don’t worry about it, but Kitten,” he whispers, bringing your lips down to his, “tour buses are small, maybe next time, don’t moan my name in the middle of the night.”

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#349

“You look surprised to see us in your home.  C’mon in we have things to discuss.  If you are looking for a place to run, Bubba behind you will make sure you don’t do that.  You should feel free to come into your own home.  Get in.  Bubba close the door….

“You seem too calm for this.  It’s like you expected three strange men to be in your trailer home out here in the middle of nowhere.  Do you know why we are here?  Yeah, you do.  You raped a fourteen-year-old girl, and then due to a technicality got off. 

“We have no idea who this little girl is, nor who her family are.  We don’t even know who the friend of the family is who contacted someone who contacted someone who contacted us.  We were provided your pic, your address, and who in town still cares for you.  Nobody.  We were sent here to make sure you never do it again. 

“Bubba.  Hold him.  You ain’t going anywhere.  Here, this collar will help with that.  Zeke hand me the lock….  And… it’s on.  Bubba let him go. 

“Ok Shithead.  I will give you one second to run, if you can get free then you are free.  One, two,… three. 

“Ha! Ha!  Your one second didn’t even get you to the door before that shock collar knocked you on your ass.  That delivered a punch, hunh?  Keep in mind that was on setting one.  There are five.  Each of us have a remote, and we can up it to any setting we feel like.  A few things about that collar, first it isn’t just an animal collar; it was designed by some very twisted men in Berlin.  There are three terminals, so that at least one will be in touch with your neck.  There are sensors that will monitor if you should want to put a barrier between the contacts and your skin.  There are other sensors in place should you want to cut it off.  Basically, you’re fucked.

“…Well, figuratively fucked.  The literal fucking will happen as soon as you get up….  Get up bitch….  There you go.  Now strip for us.  We want to see what we get to play with.  You heard me.  And take your time.  We are going to enjoy you putting on a show for us. 

“Shirt first.  Look at those pecs!  Nice abs too.  Your chest hair is kinda weird, like it’s all in one spot between you nips.

“What you don’t know about us three is that we prefer men.  I know I am getting a chubby.  How about you guys? 

“Now shoes and socks….  Pants and undies!...  Well lookie there….  You go commando.  More men should do that.  Average dick.  Zeke! Look at those balls.  They are huge! 

“Zeke likes balls….  Bitch, don’t you pull away.  We are going to be doing some nasty stuff to you.  We have every right to access every part of your body.  You don’t have any say in that.  You got that? 

“Now turn around and show us your asshole….  Damn! That’s one bubble butt.  Boys, I think we hit the jackpot with that.  Oh man….  Now show us that hole.  That’s it, bend over and pull your cheeks apart.  Damn!  That’s a virgin hole for sure.  Bitch, you a virgin back there?...  Hot damn!  We get to smash yet another cherry.  Hoo-wee!  Face us and get on your knees…. 

“Guys show him your remotes….  See them Bitch?  That’s so you don’t forget what non-compliance looks like.  Nod if you understand….  Good!

“Now which of us three do you want to rape you first?...  What the fuck?...  Pleading now?  None of us care about you other than being our cumdump pain freak.  So, you have three seconds before you experience shock level two.  Who do you want to take your cherry?  One… Two…

“Me?  Wow.  I haven’t been selected in a long time.  Our victims usually go for Bubba or Zeke, foolishly thinking that the quiet ones aren’t as much of an asshole.  OK bitch, crawl over to me and take my cock out of my pants.

“There you go.  Reach up and feel my bulge.  It’s big hunh?  All three of us are.  Unzip me and take me out.  I too go commando.  Look at my dickhead.  Just think that’s going to be shoved in deep in just about a minute.  Right now, your job is to get as much spit on it as you can.  Throat slime would be better.  That’s the only lube I will use when I smash your cherry.

“If you want a lot of slime on it, try to touch your chin with your tongue.  Like that.  Here let me do this.  Your throat opens up nicely with that.  Choke and gag on this dick!  I can feel the slime coating my cock.  Remember this trick.

“Keep going.  You’ll want to get your hole to relax.  We are going to be using it all day.  All three of us are multiple cummers.  But we are going to do other things too.  My arm will eventually go in your cunt.  Zeke will be destroying your balls.  And Bubba will sit on your face for a deep tongue cleaning.

“We are here until around midnight.  We don’t want to be seen leaving with you secured in our truck.  And when Bubba torches this place, we want to have it burn completely to the ground before the fire department comes out.  Yeah, you are not going back to the shambles of your previous life.  You are going to disappear into the underground where you will be sold into a much different existence.  No one will care that you are gone.

“Guys, there it is; the realization has hit him.  Get him bent over his couch…  Hold him down.  Let him struggle futilely as he grasps the last moment of being a man.

“Bitch, we were paid to rape you and make sure you never do it again.  And if you are wondering how we will prevent you from doing it again, let me just say that Zeke grew up on a farm and he knows how to castrate bulls.  Your balls are the only verification the person who hired us wants.

“Hot damn!  Here it goes.  Scream fucker!  Scream!  Goddamn!  I love smashing virgin cunt!”

[axerocknroll]

My thoughts on the triple header:

I don’t even know where to begin, I think we all got overdosed by lestappen content in the last three weeks. Starting with Charles’ Pole in Austin and with him and Max talking before doing their interviews and clicking the picture for the top three in qualifying. 

Mexico was a total banger with lestappen being posted and mentioned on RBR socials, F1 socials, Max’s inchident tiktok (that man knows it by heart, obsessed he is). And we also got lestappen podium. The smiles they had on their faces during that podium. 

Brazil qualification, fantastic (although extremely chaotic!)

Lestappen P1-2 and not to forget, Charles’ Austin 2022 sunset lap finally got a parallel, with Max’s Brazil 2023 storm lap (he was sunshine, I was midnight rain- these two are so Taylor coded). And the post qualification debrief? All that chit-chatting, Max ignoring the interviewer cause he was busy talking with Charles. Charles after finishing his interview, immediately walking towards Max, who was literally staring at him and not to forget that when Max was getting interviewed, Charles was just three feet away from him. Charles reaching out for Max’s waist during the top three qualification picture?? I can’t believe Charles initiated it this time. Poor Lance though, he now understands what third-wheeling is. Let’s all welcome to the third-wheel group with Checo, Lewis, Carlos, Lando and whoever else has faced it. 

RBR having Charles’ data on their pitwall? What is going on? Lestappen being mentioned on F1 official page again? Ferrari posting the inchident meme on their socials. MAX CALLING CHARLES, “CHARLIE?” I always knew that Max is the typa guy to call Charles, “Charlie!” It’s one of my headcanons. “Charlie, I have some space for you,” this is gonna be ingrained in my brain forever.

Also, when Charles came in the top three for sprint in Austin (I think), Max had his arm wrapped around Charles’ waist and today when Lando and Checo were in the top three, Max held his trophy instead of resting his arms around them. SUS IF YOU ASK ME. 

Now, as a Charles fan first and foremost, this triple header was not at all good. The disqualification cause of the plank issues, FUCK YOU FERRARI. The only good thing out of the disqualification was the rise of 1644 nation. I absolutely love the development in their relationship. With the collaborative post and with Charles’ weird ass blue filter on it too. Lmao. And then the picture of Lewis took of Charles in Mexico, WHICH HE POSTED ON HIS MEXICO DUMP. Insane! And Charles even said that him and lewis have to definitely play chess together someday. I’m gonna cry, I like need a pic or video biblically of that.  

And now the booing that Charles faced in Mexico, absolutely disgusted by that behaviour. It was not Charles’ fault. He didn’t deserve the booing. He couldn’t even celebrate it properly on the podium. 

And Brazil today, did I mention, FUCK YOU FERRARI?? I’m literally one more vein popping away before I fly to Maranello, Italy and stab the people responsible for today’s disaster. What has Charles ever done to you? For him to receive this sort of treatment? Honestly, half of their team should be fired, ASAP. 

Out on formation lap is just embarrassing from Ferrari’s side, why the fuck didn’t they check the car?? “We’re checking” is not a good answer. 

I’m literally writing an email to Piero Ferrari after this rant. Strict action has to be taken at Scuderia Ferrari, starting with firing Xavi and everyone who created sf-23. I don’t give fucks at this moment. Happy to know that Charles has stopped wearing those ugly ass fuck red quail pants though. I’m loving him in the non-ferrari merch. 

I am happy that we only have two more races with this tacky, ugly, motherfucking, shit ass of a car. BURN SF-23 after Abu Dhabi. 

[burntheedges]

Canned Heat (Austin, October 2001)

Joel Miller x f!reader, 2.4k

Prompt: You and Sarah/Ellie convince Joel to dress up for Halloween. He isn’t thrilled.

PPCU event masterlist

a/n: This is a canon outtake/snippet from my fic, Over Again! Takes place in October, 2001, in Austin, so in the flashback timeline. In the fic you’re neighbors, you’ve been ~officially~ dating Joel for about 6-7 months at this point, and you’ve known each other for more than a year. Technically the end of this is a bit of a spoiler for how the main fic ends, but I’ve marked it. Costume inspo pics at the bottom! (Sarah is 12 here, Joel is 34, reader is 27) | ao3 tags/warnings: fluff, early 2000s film references, Joel in tight pants, kissing, some light fondling

Canned Heat (Austin, October 2001)

“Sarah! I found it!” 

When she appeared at the top of the stairs, you held up the long leopard-print tail triumphantly and grinned. As soon as she saw it she cheered, throwing her hands in the air as she jogged down the stairs and jumped off the last step. 

“Where was it?” She grinned at you as she took it and turned to try to attach it to her costume. You reached out to take it back from her and deftly clipped it onto the back of her belt.

“Right here on the table. I don’t know how we missed it.” You gestured at the table which, admittedly, was an absolute mess. It was covered in Sarah’s homework, some of her soccer stuff, your own grading, and the daily contents of Joel’s pockets. Which were generally unpredictable. 

“No way! I swear we both looked there!”

“I know,” you shrugged, reaching out to straighten her headband (and its leopard-print ears), which had gone a little wonky with her leap from the stairs. “But now you look perfect!”

Sarah grinned and spun in place, pretending to play her guitar. She definitely looked the part of Josie with her flared pleather pants, purple tank, leopard ears and tail, and platform sandals. (Technically in the movie they didn’t have tails, but Sarah and her friends had thought they’d be fun.) Her inflatable white guitar just made the look. 

“When are Audrey and Steff getting here?” you asked as you reached out to fix her headband again. Should maybe grab some bobby pins from upstairs.

“Should be any minute! Is dad dressed yet?”

You just rolled your eyes and smiled at her in response, and she laughed. “Of course not! Even after we went out of our way to find him the easiest costume possible.”

Right then you heard a cough from behind you, and you both spun around to find Joel standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked extremely uncomfortable – arms crossed, shoulders high, head low. You smiled. And then you whistled. 

“Looking good, Miller.”

He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling. “Darlin’, do I ha—?”

“Yes, dad! You have to! Let us see it.” Sarah moved towards Joel and reached out to tug his arms apart so she could study his outfit. 

He sighed as he let his arms – which were fully on display in his tight black v-neck tank top – fall to his sides. They immediately drew your eye with the movement. You bit your lip as you looked back up to meet his gaze. 

Joel perked up a bit as soon as he saw the look on your face, tilting his head and smiling at you knowingly. “These pants really necessary?” He asked, but he was joking now. “Surprised I even got these on.”

His tight black jeans did look… constricting. In the best possible way. You grinned. 

“You look perfect, baby. Do a little spin for us.”

Joel rolled his eyes (it was so clear where Sarah got that from), holding his arms out and slowly spinning in place. You took the opening when it was offered and let yourself stare at just how good his legs and ass looked in those tight, painted-on black pants. As he turned back to face you he took in your own outfit and raised an eyebrow at you, smirking.

“And why aren’t you dressed yet, darlin’? I see tights, but I didn’t think a sweatshirt was part of your costume.” 

“We had to find my tail! But he’s right, you should go get dressed.” Sarah moved back over to you and started pulling you towards the stairs. 

“Ok I’m going!” You laughed, starting up the stairs to finish your own costume. As you did you heard Joel tell Sarah he had no idea how she wore pants this tight without passing out from lack of oxygen. She laughed at him, and so did you as you entered Joel’s bedroom. 

Your red leotard, complete with short skirt that you had painstakingly sewn on, was waiting for you on the bed. You stripped off your sweatshirt, tossing it into the laundry basket on the floor, before pulling the leotard on. The skirt flowed around your hips in a way that made you grin. You followed it with your red ballet flats that you had sewn red ribbons onto, tying them in cross-crosses up your legs. The last piece of your costume was your red hair piece which you quickly attached with a couple of bobby pins. You grabbed a couple extra to give to Sarah for her headband. With a touch up to your red lipstick, you were ready. 

You poked your head out of the bedroom to see if you could see Joel and Sarah, but it seemed Sarah’s friends had arrived while you changed, and you could hear them all talking in the living room, just out of sight. 

Smoothing your hands down your sides, you took a deep breath before straightening your shoulders and walking downstairs. You’d been excited about this costume for months, but now that the day had arrived, it felt a bit scary to actually go out in it. You suddenly felt like a lot of you was on display, even with the slightly higher cut of the neckline of the leotard you’d found (and had sewn extra sequins onto). But you knew Joel would love it, as much as he complained about his own. And you would get to ogle him in those pants all night. You smiled again.

At the bottom of the stairs, you turned to see Joel had his back to you. Sarah and her friends, however, spotted you immediately and all three of them immediately started shouting.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect!”

“No way, you look amazing.”

“That is sick!”

Amid all the noise, Joel turned. As soon as he locked eyes on you, he froze in place. You felt more than you saw the three girls rush towards you as you watched Joel slowly look you over, eyes trailing heat down your body and back up, taking it all in. The grin that took over his mouth was slow, and smooth, and wicked. His gaze met yours again and you swore you stopped breathing. 

Your eyes were pulled from his as Sarah tugged on your arm to make you spin in place. She shook you a bit. 

“I can’t believe you made this! It’s just like in the movie.” 

The girls were off again, exclaiming about your sewing skills, and you finally made yourself take in their matching outfits with ears and tails and everything in place. Audrey had a white inflatable bass guitar to go with Sarah's, and Steff had drumsticks sticking out of the back pocket of her shiny pink pleather pants. The three of them really did look like Josie and the Pussycats.

“Me? What about you three? You look just like the band! Your outfits are perfect.” They all smiled and spun in place before striking a pose like they were playing their instruments (a move you'd seen them practicing last week).

You felt Joel come up behind you and his hands settled on your bare shoulders. 

“Alright, ladies, let’s get you to that party.” 

The three of them immediately turned to grab their stuff and head out the door to the truck. Sarah and her temporary bandmates were going to a party at their school, a sort of halloween dance and festival all in one. You and Joel were going to your own party and picking them up later before dropping them off at Audrey’s for a sleepover. 

You moved to follow, but Joel’s hands held you in place. He leaned forward so that his front was pressed along your back. Voice low and sure, he murmured in your ear, “damn, baby, if you’d’a just told me you’d be wearin’ this, I wouldn’t’a complained so much.” He slowly smoothed his mouth down your neck to kiss your shoulder, before running his hands down your arms to hold your hands in his. You smiled, and laughed a little bit.

“Joel, you knew we were dressing up as Jody and Charlie. You’ve even seen the movie.” You squeezed his hands and tried to turn towards him, but he kept you right there, mouth moving on your neck.

“Hmm, knowing is different from seeing, pretty girl. And this sure is pretty.” He released your right hand and moved his own to your thigh, lightly trailing his fingertips up your tights and under your skirt. As he reached the edge of your leotard, you shivered, letting your head fall back to rest on his shoulder. He hummed into your neck and pressed kisses along the strap of your costume. His fingers wandered a little further towards your center and your knees started to shake.

You gathered yourself and succeeded in turning around this time.

“You look pretty good yourself, cowboy.” You looked down at the tight black jeans you’d made him wear, tighter than anything else he owned. He saw you looking and pulled you close, allowing you to slide your hands into his back pockets and squeeze as you pulled your body in line with his. He grinned down at you.

“Well then, we just fit right together, don’t we?” The glint in his eye told you you were going to have an amazing night, at the party and… later. You pulled away to tug him towards the door.

“Come on, fancy pants, we need to get those girls to their dance.” 

As the words left your mouth you heard someone lay on the horn in the truck, and it made you jump. You both laughed. 

“Let’s get out there before they decide to drive themselves.” 

Just as you reached the door, though, Joel spun you around one more time, pulling you close. 

“Alright, darlin’, let’s go. But I’ll be peelin’ these tights off you later.” He kissed you, softly, careful not to smudge your lipstick. “With my teeth, if you’re good tonight.” He smirked.

Later, he’d promised. After you dropped the girls off, after you tore up the dance floor at your own party, after Tommy cheered you on cheekily (and claimed a dance or two for himself). After Joel pulled you closer and closer for every dance, hands taking advantage of your short flouncy skirt, fingers driving you wild, touching and holding you close in the anonymous press of bodies on the dance floor. After his eyes never left you, not once, and you got to spend a whole evening looking at him in that outfit. After your lipstick wore off (some of it on Joel’s lips).

After the girls were safely dropped off for their sleepover, after he took you back home and walked right behind you to the front door, arms wrapped securely around your middle, mouth on your neck. After he pulled you inside and crowded you up against the wall by the door and kissed your breath away. 

After all of that, well. He did follow through on that promise. You had the runs in your tights to prove it.

...

Bonus: Jackson, October 2025

(spoilers for the main fic below)

“Hey did you see what the movie is tonight?” Ellie calls out to you and Joel as she comes barreling through the front door. You smile at the sound of her boots being flung at the wall. “It’s about dancing, I guess? Ballerinas or some shit. Want to go?”

“What’s it called?” You reply as Joel sighs, long-suffering. You know he’s about to get up and go neatly arrange her boots next to both of yours by the door. He can’t help himself.

“Uhh wait, I already forgot. Something about a stage?” She finally comes through the door to the kitchen and shrugs.

“Wait, Center Stage?” You spring up in excitement and she looks taken aback at your reaction.

“Yeah, I think so. Do you know it?”

“Joel!” You reach out and start tugging on his arm. “We have to watch it, come on!” 

He resists your tugging. “Baby, you don’t think the fifty times you made me watch that movie Before ain’t enough for one lifetime?” But he winks at you and you can see him hiding a smile.

Ellie narrows her eyes, looking between the two of you. “What is this movie, anyway?”

You grin at her. “It’s about ballet dancers at a school in New York, and it’s amazing! But more importantly, Joel and I dressed up as the main characters for Halloween in what, ‘01?” You look at him questioningly. He sighs again. Deeply.

“What!” Ellie shouts, absolutely lit up with glee. “What the fuck! I have to see this! You have to show me which outfits you wore, come on.” She joins you in tugging on Joel, who groans.

“Come on, Joel, I know you actually like this movie.” The two of you succeed in wrestling him to his feet, and once he’s up Ellie runs to find her boots and put them back on again. 

“I’ll meet you there! I have to go find Cat and Dina first.” And just like that, she’s back out the door again, barely five minutes after she arrived. You can’t help but laugh.

“Come on, old man, we’ve got a movie night to get to.” When you turn back around you find him studying you intently. The look in his eyes makes your breath catch.

“Alright, darlin’. But I can’t promise I’ll pay much attention.” He steps closer and winds his arm around your waist, leaning in to put his mouth right by your ear. “Not now that I’m remembering you in that costume, baby. How am I supposed to focus on the movie, huh? All I’ll see is you in that pretty little red skirt.” He kisses your neck and you laugh. 

“Me? What about you in those jeans?” He smiles into your neck and you pull away, grabbing his hands and leading him towards the front door. 

“Too bad we ain’t got any tights for you to wear around here.” He’s grinning at you now, cocky and adorable.

“Well, cowboy, if you’re good, I’ll still let you take my clothes off with your teeth later.” He laughs, and bends down to put on his boots.

“I’ll hold you to that, darlin’.”

“Oh I’m counting on it, Joel.”

—

a/n: The “Josie and the Pussycats” movie came out in April 2001, and “Center Stage” came out in May 2000. This fic takes place in October 2001. Speaking as someone who was a teenager at that time, I desperately wanted to dress up as Josie, Melody, and Valerie, as well as Jody. And I really wanted to imagine Joel in black jeans that are tight and flexible enough for ballet. I toyed with putting him in Cooper’s pleather pants, but Cooper’s not the endgame love interest, so I went with Charlie’s jeans. And just take a moment to imagine Joel having to deal with you in tights and a short skirt all night. (And Sarah gives me lead singer vibes, so I think she’d be Josie.)

Left: Josie and the Pussycats (Melody, Josie, and Valerie, left to right). Right: the final ballet in Center Stage. You're dressed as Jody (center), Joel is dressed as Charlie (right).

[do-i-look-like-a-doctor]

Gojo headcanons bc ive got too much time on my hands

bro ate chalk as a kid and ive got proof

look at his kid self for a sec, he’s got a grown out buzzcut and the blue eyed stare. thats a chalk eater

you can’t convince me he’s a good swimmer

he’s lanky and tall, bro gets swept away the min he is near the ocean. he’s built to be shark food, sorry luv

the cloth he wears to cover his eyes is raggedy as hell

let me explain. he wears it constantly both in and out of battle, he wears it in any weather, and let’s be real he’s so odd that he probs sleeps in it sometimes

this leads me to believe that even tho he almost never gets hurt during a fight the blood and grime gets all up in the cloth

no amount of Tide or even acid could get rid of the STENCH that mask holds

it smells like ten cans of bounce that ass. one whiff could, quite literally, kill an old man

he’s a chronic podcast listener

tried to become one of those skater kids, failed miserably. geto never let him live it down

i think he’d make a great partner but if you listen to Hozier he will cause a scene

basically what im saying is he’s jealous of Hozier

Gojo knows that no matter how strong he is he will NEVER compare to that man’s vocals/lyrics and what they do to you

que Gojo trying to sing your fav Hozier song(s) but he can’t match the pitch which sends you into cardiac arrest

other than that he’s a pretty good singer, could probs serenade you to sleep

you know how everyone has an irrational fear? yuh his is birds

you ever see him interact with one in a normal way?

you see a bird, he sees a sack of organs with hollow bones that sore through the sky and sometimes they can talk

he pisses his pants when he sees a macaw

he’s a rich bitch and it’s a problem. not cuz he’s an ass abt it but bc he spoils the hell out of the teens

we know he would buy Megumi anything in the world but Yuuji and Nobara get the same treatment

he saw Yuuji’s orphaned ass and immediately transferred HUNDREDS to Yuuji’s bank acc

ain’t no student of his gonna be broke, that’s for sure

probs carries around pics of Megumi from when the teen was a kid

some are cute such as Megumi at the beach or having a fun at the zoo. others are of Megumi fighting for his life

i feel that when Yuuji entered the equation he also started taking pics of him during cute, fun, or important moments

very much sentimental older brother energy

whenever Gojo gets sick or injured he either becomes a massive baby or denies it until he’s dead

depends on the problem tbh. if he’s got a head cold he needs to be hospitalized but if he got his legs cut off he’d ignore it for weeks

you know how most men’s body wash or shampoo is named in, what’s considered, “masculine scents”

like redwood, campfire smoke, whiskey, fucking piss water

yuh he’s not a fan

i don’t think he’d really like those scents. in his mind, why does smelling like burnt coal or salt = masculine?

he probs just grabs whatever he likes, maybe orange scented stuff or even subtle vanilla

whatever cologne he wears tho is fucking delicious. you smell it and immediately your knees give out

i think if you gave him a huff of old spice tho he’d just disintegrate

im thinking of his general hygiene now, he has a solid routine

it’s not a million steps, probs just good quality face wash, serums, and moisturizer

that being said he suffered horrific back acne as a kid. dont ask how I know this, i will eat you alive

he looks and acts flawless but we know the truth. he sucks at card games

Yuuji’s biggest flex is he beat Gojo at go-fish 28 times in a row

he says calabunga and not a single person can stand it

that’s it for now, i’ll probs add more headcanons later

thanks for coming to my ted talk, i hope this post finds you before Sukuna does

(this is all mildly unedited, soz for mistakes)

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WOTHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: drinking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cowboy innuendo, swearing

AN: happy birthday Christian Kane! Here’s some fun that I thought up with @illiana-mystery! First pic from Google. Bottom left from @pegasusrose99. bottom right from @katbratsupernaturalwhore. Thanks for sending these over guys! Save a horse ride a cowboy

I put the bottle back on the table and leaned further into jakes side. He tilted his head back as he drained his bottle.

“so any plans for your birthday jake?” Cassie asked. “I mean other than this.” Jake smiled over at me with a small laugh.

“Yeah. I got a few plans.” He said as he leaned his head against mine, cowboy hat pushed up his head. “Just me and this one.” Jake kissed my temple while everyone groaned.

“and there it is ladies, gents and others.” Ezekiel groaned, hands out while everyone handed over money.

“you betting on us now?” I asked. Flynn nodded.

“between the two of you, there isn’t a safe place in the library anymore.” He whined. Jake and laughed as we shared a look.

“ain’t our fault no one knocks anymore.” Jake teased.

“yeah. Jenkins knocks. He ain’t walked in on us.” I added.

“we shouldn’t have to knock!” Eve complained. Jake laughed as he reached for my beer. I let him have it and rolled my eyes. “It’s the library. It’s where we work!”

“exactly.” Jake tipped the bottle towards her.

“That’s why we do it on company time.” Jake passed the bottle back to me and I took a sip. “Besides not like we’ve ever been doing it when we need to go out on a mission.” Flynn rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. “Now if y’all will excuse me, I’m headed to the bathroom.” I gave jake a look and ran my hand along his bicep as I got out of the booth. Heading towards the bathroom, I threw a look over my shoulder at him. Jake shifted and got up to run after me. There was some laughter from the table as jake caught up with me. I waited a second for him to check the stalls before pulling him in for a kiss. “Happy birthday cowboy.” I whispered as I pulled away slightly.

jake laughed as he picked me up and set me on the sink counter. I reached out and undid his belt, popping the jeans button and watching as he pulled down the zipper. Jake leaned in to kiss me again as he went to work on my jeans. The brim of the hat kept bumping the top of my head so I reached up and pulled it off. Jake whined at the feeling and pulled back in time to watch me prop the hat on my own head.

“oh fuck that’s hot.” He moaned as he pulled me in for another kiss. Pulling his underwear down, jake lifted me up slightly to pull down mine. Jake hummed against my lips as he slid into me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was a slow pace, tilting our hips up to meet each other with each thrust. Jake pulled back slightly to watch me, breath still mingling in soft pants. “You should wear my hat more often.” Jake breathed. “Sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” I have a soft laugh that dissolved into a moan as he changed the angle of his thrusts. Jake gave me a shit eating grin before kissing me again.

“Maybe next time I’ll just wear the hat.” Jake groaned as his head fell to my shoulder.

“Don’t…” his breathing hitched as I ground against him. “Don’t do that me darling.” I giggled as he leaned in to kiss my neck, snapping his hips up against mine in the process. “God the things you do to me.” He whispered against my neck. I moaned as he picked up speed reaching up to wind my fingers through his hair. Tugging lightly, jake moaned as he nipped at my jaw.

the door opened and the sounds of big and Rich came drifting in, making our heads snap up as jake stilled. Flynn looked over at us and his eyes went wide.

“come on!” He yelled as he slapped a hand over his eyes. “I’ve seen more of the two of you than I’d ever like to see anyone! Except Eve! Get a room you two!” Flynn turned around and walked back out of the bathroom, the door swinging closed. The song playing finally registered as jake and I looked at each other. We started to laugh as jake rolled his hips. He tried to match the beat but we were too close for it to mean anything. Leaning in to kiss me, jake started to snap his hips against mine. Tugging on his hair again, I moaned as my orgasm washed over me. Jake gave another snap of his hips before stilling. With a twitch, he came and leaned his head against my shoulder.

“save a horse ride a cowboy.” I breathed out with a laugh. “Pretty accurate. And much more pleasurable.” I kissed jakes cheek before he picked his head up.

“much obliged.” He smiled at me. I laughed again as I took the hat off my head and put his back on his.

“happy birthday jake.” I said with a smile, kissing him again as he pulled out. Hopping off the counter, I pulled my pants back up and helped him straighten his clothes out.

“ready to face Flynn?” Jake asked, offering me his hand. I nodded and interlocked our fingers.

“of course. Let’s go see how scarred he really is.” Jake laughed as he kissed my cheek, opening the door to see Eve standing guard.

[whatthefishh]

Hi sweetie! Happy early birthday! I suppose the prompts I am choosing from your list is: Jake, Fluff and skating date. ❄️ 💕 If you DONT have to do this prompt that’s okay! I still hope you have a wonderful day and you enjoy your birthday. 🎂 🌙✨

- Nikē

Hi darling 🥰 I would love to go skating with Papi, so here you gooo

(600 words of Jake fluff, birthday series part 2, thanks for the title Kitty)

Skating into Sweetness

You don’t know why you agreed to this (you do, it was his eyes). You’re struggling to catch your footing, ice skates laced up tight, knees bent inwards to try not to fall as you wave your hands frantically in the air for balance. You had only ever gone skating once before swearing off the activity due to your utter failure. Fast forward to now, where Jake had convinced you to go skating with him at Somerset, with claims of the rink being lit up with pretty lights, hot chocolate waiting for you afterwards and a great opportunity for some instagram pics. He never told you he was ridiculously good at the activity, making you feel embarrassed for being a fully grown adult with absolutely zero foot coordination on the ice. There were children doing laps around you for goodness sake.

“You go on without me, I need a break!” you leaned against the wall of the rink, calling out to Jake who was literally spinning circles in front of you, as effortless as a professional.

Catching your balance and your breath, you watched as he sped around the diameter of the ice, gliding through the throngs of people easily enough to catch the eyes of more than a couple onlookers. On his way back to you, you watched him smile at you but easily got distracted by his thighs flexing as he propelled himself forward, the muscles visible through his dark wash denim jeans. Now you could see exactly why he was getting some appreciative glances.

Coming to a stop in front of you, he was panting slightly with a wide smile on and snowflakes sitting prettily on his long lashes. You felt foolish for feeling foolish, only now taking in the fact that Jake was having such a good time and you were happy to be spending the time with him doing something he so clearly enjoyed. Smiling back at him, you reached for his hands with both of yours, entwining your fingers and slowly easing yourself off the wall to stand shakily with him on the ice.

“Maybe if we try like this, I can keep up?” you asked timidly, not wanting to rain on his fun but wanting to share his joy.

“Getting tired trying to keep up, mi vida?”

“You know I stand no chance against those thighs.”

“Hmm, that is true, amor. Come, let’s take a lap and then settle in with some hot chocolate, si?”

“Ooooh, hot chocolate sounds amazing,” you perk up at the thought, eager to start gliding across the ice with Jake’s help.

With Jake skating backwards and holding your hands, you managed to make it around the rink twice with no falls before tapping out for the aforementioned promised drinks. Still holding his hand in line for refreshments, you reached your hand out with your cell phone camera facing the both of you to snap some pictures of the lovely evening. Your cheeks and noses were cold and numb from the chill, smiles almost hard to conjure but the sparkle in your eyes were unmistakable, even on camera.

For the last shot, Jake had his arms wrapped around you from behind, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek making you grin into the camera. The picture was so tooth-rotting, so sweet, the side of Jake not everyone was privy to knowing, it warmed your heart so much you immediately changed your wallpaper, smiling down at your phone goofily while he purchased your drinks.

“You’re gonna make Steven jealous, you know.” Jake hummed into your ear as he looked at your new wallpaper.

[jenyifer]

Dead friend forever ep 7 initial reaction

Omg I had to watch on 2x speed it was so upsetting. What the hell ow ow ow I’ve been stabbed a couple times.

This is how I’m choosing to spend my valentines. Crying over these boys bringing back bad memories.

Let’s get to the photo review

How pretty was the begnning with Phee and Non. Just precious. I want to live in these scenes why do we have to leave them for the pain of this episode ugh

Phee is so supportive and kind. He doesn’t overly question or blame Non but he still lets his opinion be known and tries to be there for Non AS MUCH AS possible he’s a good boy who deserves to murder the hell out of Jin.

I actually won’t mind stabbing Por a little more I feel like I want to go back to the beginning and watch that stabbing again. I know we are supposed to feel some empathy for him but it’s at less than 0. I mean idk why Top kills him. Top is just as much of a bully.

If only Non could have told Phee the truth. I get that Non had the consequences of telling Phee the truth then Phee telling his dad but that was a good thing really. Phee cares for Non so much 😭 BREAKING MY FUCKING HEARTlpok at him he trusts Non

I hate Jin. He knows they are going to bully him and does nothing everytime I hate him more than poor Fluke. He really does seem to be wrong place wrong time always. Fluke is a coward his actor’s face says he knows it’s wrong and sick the way Por treats Non and says and does nothing but Fluke isn’t encouraging Non to stay and he’s not trying to get in Non’s pants.

Nooooooo I wanted the teacher to help Non!!!! Not bang him. Surely the under cover cop in him must know that giving non the money is putting a target on his head

Jin idk why you acting brand new about this you knew how desperate for money Non was. Jin even suggested Non sell pics online. Then he goes and does this. Once again coward fluke wrong place wrong time

Owwwwwww help me it hurts so bad I’ve taken critical damage. Poor Phee I assume these are his last words to non the “get lost and die” ugh so painful. You don’t understand until you lose someone truly close to you and then your last words or actions they’d be able to remember are then etched in your soul. Well I’ve had a good cry. Yeah I’d have to kill allllll those bitches after pushing Non to these extremes. I’m gonna go back to the beginning eps and cheer every time I see Phee being a bad boyfriend. You go girl give him the toxic relationship before stabbing him in the throat.

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

@angelxluhv

It's finally done darlin'! It's very sloppily written honestly TT So, if you'd like, you're entitled to another, but i think you'll enjoy it. ;0

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck-" He was railing into you. You could beg him to stop, plead even, but if he did, your body would ache and throb for him even more.

“You like that?”

“Y-Yeah…”

He groaned at the wetness of his own cock, now completely soaked in your juices.

“Can’t c-cum yet, princess.”

You shook your head in pain and pleasure, gripping at his wrist.

"No no no, beautiful. Wait for me."

“Please… Don’t-” He chuckled at your whines and lazily pulled out, tracing his tip, dripping with precum.

Despite his efforts not to nút all over you, his dick was becoming increasingly touch-sensitive by the second.

“Put it back in.”

“What?”

“You h-heard me,” you grabbed his hand.

“P-Put it back in.”

“Are you sure you-"

“Please?” You widened your legs a little bit more.

And that was too much for him to handle. He squirted right then and there, all over your belly and under your chest.

Endless white leaked onto your body, his pleas for forgiveness drowned out by meek disappointment.

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered.

“You’re fine. We… probably needed to stop anyway.”

“I don’t wanna make you feel-”

“Feel what? Like I didn’t get what I wanted? I’ll be okay.”

"I owe you."

"No, you don't. This wasn't right. Just pretend this never happened; that's easier."

He latched onto your wrist, pulling you into him.

“We’re here now. No one has to know.”

“Is that really even an option? Them not knowing? I don’t think so.”

“Listen to me-”

“We've both gotta get out of here, okay?”

“Please…”

“God- Why the hell do you think we ended up here in the first place? Because we liked each other? No! Because we’re angry and mad and needed something to take our anger out on.”

“So this was nothing to you?”

“Of course it wasn’t! I don’t have time for you right now, or ever for that matter."

"Ah, okay-" he shrugged sarcastically, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. "You know what? You-"

"What? What? Say it! I'm listening!"

"Y-you-" It was no use.

"Listen... I'm sorry. I am. I'm sorry for roping you into this. I'm sorry for making you think that I-"

"Cared? Making me think you cared?"

"I do!"

"You just said you don't. And that's okay. I don't care anymore. I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference to me."

Your eyes burned with tears, your breath becoming hiccupy and shallow.

"B-But I thought... You- You said that you-"

"You're right. This was nothing. It was supposed to be nothing."

"I didn't mean that!"

"Oh really? I bet you didn't mean to send Dex those pics, huh?'

"I just wanted to-- I-"

"Don't... Don't start with me-"

"Fine then!" you spoke childishly through your oncoming tears, pointing an enraged finger at his face. "Go!" You swung your arm, biting your lip in an attempt to keep your tears from moving any farther.

"I don't want you here." You crossed your arms over your bare chest, shivering. "Go away..." Your voice was only a whisper.

He shook his head and slowly retreated in the opposite direction, toward his pants, but he could still hear her moans of appreciation in the back of his mind.

"You're doing so good for me."

Ah. He couldn't take it. He closed his eyes and thought about how flustered it made him when all she'd do was plunge her fingers inside of herself, making him wish that he could be the fingers. Her lips would be bright red from all the biting on it she'd done, and he'd just sit and watch as she'd become more soaked by the second.

But that's all he'd have now. Those little memories.

He wanted to stay, he could've stayed. But he messed up.

"Please go."

[the-himawari]

A3! Sakisaka Muku - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Kazunari: Voila! Here’s a present from me!

Muku: A present?

Kazunari: Open it up!

Muku: Okay! Are these your pants that I couldn’t fit into…?

Kazunari: I bought a pair in a size that fits your legs. I bet you’ll be able to wear those. Now you and I matchsies!

Muku: Thank you for going out of your way for me, Kazu-kun…!

Kazunari:  Alright, with these pants… Go on and try on my whole outfit!

Muku: Sure, I’ll go change!

-pause-

Muku: How do I look?

Kazunari: Woah. You don’t look like yourself, but it suits you! Fresh to death!

Muku: Ehehe. I’m glad.

Kazunari: Say, can I take a pic with my phone?

Muku: I feel a bit shy, but sure.

Kazunari: Snappity snap snap~! I’mma take one from this angle too ☆

Muku: Erm… are you done with the photos? I’d like to start my skit now.

Kazunari: Oh yeah! I’m good to go. Thanks. I can’t wait for your skit!

Muku: Okay, here goes… “Ah, I got the photo data from Omimi! ‘Kay, guess I’ll think about the flyer first and then sketch it out after.”

Kazunari: (He turned on my computer… so this is me when I’m coming up with designs for our flyers?)

Muku: “Mmm, what should I do for the flyers this time~. Omimi’s pics came out hella nice, so I wanna create something great.” “I read Tsuzurun’s script, so I’m set on the vibe and motif… but what to do about the design?”

Kazunari: (Ahh, that’s right. I say stuff like that when I’m thinking about our flyer designs and wanna get my thoughts in order…!)

Muku: “Ah, I’m pretty sure there was a recent movie that had a similar mood! Let’s see, searching, searching…” “There is it! Hm…” “Yep. I think I’m gonna go in this direction, after all!”

Kazunari: Hold up! It’s just like looking in a mirror! Isn’t that amazing? How do you remember that many details, Mukkun!?

Muku: “Mukkun who? I’m Kazunari Miyoshi! Aren’t you mistaking me for someone else?”

Kazunari: Ahaha, look at that! There’s 2 Kazunari Miyoshis!

Muku: “You got it wrong. I’m Kazunari!”

Kazunari: No, no, I’m Kazunari too!

Muku: “Hold up. Could we be doppelgangers!?”

Kazunari: What the—this is fun as hell! Let’s take a commemorative pic together ♪

Muku: “I’m down! Let’s take a selfie and post it to inste!”

Kazunari: Aw yeah, work it!

Muku: “…Wait, we can’t take any more than that!”  A-and scene! *Sigh*, it surprised me when you suddenly jumped in…

Kazunari: Ahaha. Sorry, sorry! I just felt happy since your acting was so spot on!

Muku: Oh, really!? I’m glad I was able to act like you…!

Kazunari: I’m kinda surprised you chose me when I’m thinking about our flyer designs though. I thought you were gonna act like me when I’m painting.

Muku: I do like you when you’re painting, so that thought crossed my mind… But this time, I wanted to show the world the Kazu-kun that only I know as your roommate.

Kazunari: …I see. That’s why you chose that scene, huh! I feel like I saw myself from an objective view thanks to that! Thanks for acting out a side of me that only you know, Mukkun!

Muku: You’re very welcome. Ah, we have to take the polaroid at the end. Would a finger heart pose be something you would do?

Kazunari: Ooh, rather than that, why don’t you hold this in the picture?

Muku: Wow, Tonapon! I would love to hold Tonapon in the shot!

Kazunari: Aight, I’m taking it~!

Muku: Ah, hold on a second! Um, make the way I hold him and my expression just like Kazu-kun’s…

Kazunari: Take your time. I’ll wait~!

Muku: There we go. You can take it now.

Kazunari: Okay! …Say cheese!

*click*

Kazunari: You’re totes adorbs, Mukkun! The way you winked is just like me!

Muku: Ehehe, you think so? I’m glad I made an expression with you in mind.

Kazunari: Hear me out! Let’s go out somewhere in matching outfits some time, those pants included~!

Muku: Matching outfits? That sounds amazing. Let’s do that! I can’t wait for our hang out already!

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[princesscandijane]

Cucking Intern (Part I Outline Only)

This started from an inspiration from a quick caption someone made from pics of me wearing a diaper and lingerie under my work clothes @mayaswell987 said “What a cuckold wears to work when his wife’s Bull is also his boss… or even more humiliating, his employee!” I loved the idea, and I was looking at one of those pics thinking of making another pic set. It gave me an idea for a caption, which kept getting longer and longer, eventually turning into this rough outline of a story from beginning to end, with some parts going into detail and other areas passing over. I had so many things I wanted to get done at home that day, but instead found myself spending the entire day of over 12 hours writing this. I was in my diaper only getting up to refill my sippy cup with more juice. Maybe one day I will flesh out the details, but I don’t know. This took a long time and it wasn’t even a whole lot (only 12 pages), maybe I’ll create some pics inspired by it, so who knows. I went through with fresh eyes to try to make it coherent, and fix some of the errors, but there are still a lot. For now I will leave it here for the internet to do with it what it will.

Cliche first person story about a guy that has trouble lasting in bed. His wife convinces him to try chastity, which escalates to diapers. At his work they hire a new batch of interns. His wife meets them at a company social meet and greet. One she takes a liking to and they have an affair, she comes clean to him and tells the intern about his chastity and diapered state. The protagonist is clueless about a lot of things. The intern now openly cucks the protagonist. He goes further down with other things of humiliation.  This was written in one sitting, and I am sure there are lots of holes that needed to be plugged (pun intended) 

Wasn't aware of Tumblr's character limit so that's why it is weirdly broken up in 8 parts.

Cucking Intern

It started because I was having issues of being a quick shooter, at times even premature ejaculation. I have had to wash my cum stains off her panties because before her panties were off I was shooting my load on her sexy panties, her beautiful stomach, and luscious thighs. There were even times when I would blow my load in my boxers before my pants were off. Those were some of the extreme cases, caused partly by her wearing something very sexy, and while she is kissing me and I grab her ass, and I can feel my penis grind against her and before I know it I have creamed in my pants.  We would have sex, those were the extreme cases, but regardless my stamina was nothing to brag about. 

We tried using desensitizing creams, and it worked some, I was able to last a little bit longer, but not enough to satisfy her. She had me start by going down on her before I removed my clothes, even when she held my hands to prevent me from touching myself I would move my hips in a way to feel enough in which I would cum in my pants. Everytime I came I would collapse in tiredness and exhaustion, unable to continue and finish her off. Somewhere around this time she had a new shower head installed with several different settings and was removable.  Sense then she started taking really long showers a couple times a day, and after everytime we had sex, or attempted to. 

One day when I came home from work she was already home sitting at the dining room table. In front of her on the table was a small pink plastic tube and ring. Not sure what I was looking at she sat me down and explained that this is a chastity device. She said she read it will help with my ejaculation problem, and it will allow me to last longer in the bedroom. She explained that I was to wear it anytime were not having sex, that it keeps me from having an erection, and she will hold onto the key in a safe place.  I did not like this at all, but we made a deal, she said if I could last 5 minutes she would throw it away and never bring it up again. 2 minutes later she was already in the shower, her panties covered in my cum in the laundry, and a pink plastic cage locked around my now deflated penis.

It certainly worked, just not the way I imagined. It made me last longer because she would not unlock me until she came at least once. It also made me a lot hornier too, by the time she unlocked me I was so horny, the chastity was off for less than a minute before it was being put back on and my mess was there to be cleaned up. My wife left the deal of if I can last more than 5 minutes she will get rid of the chastity. She kept the key hidden from me, and there were times I did try to find it. My wife seemed a bit better with our sex life, I also noticed she was taking shorter showers and only once a day now. 

At first she would get the key and unlock me after I went down on her and she came once. Then it became two, until it became when she had enough, which would sometimes be over an hour. She came home one day with a strap on for me to wear with my chastity so she can fuck me. The dildo was so much bigger than my penis, I asked why she had to get one so big, she chuckled as she said 'sweetie, that is average size.' She would ride me, only on the dildo in so many different positions, I had never seen her like this. I would get so horny I would leak out of my cage onto our sheets. Sometimes she would see that and say 'it looks like you already came, you don't need to be unlocked tonight,' or she might say she is too tired to go get the key and roll over and sleep. I would beg for her to unlock me, or tell me where the key was so I could unlock myself. I would try to bargain with her, but she would say maybe we can talk about it tomorrow. I think she realized how much control those keys gave her. The times between her unlocking me were getting longer, she said the sex has been getting better the longer I go between. I found myself leaking out of my cage during the day soaking the front of my boxers. I mistakenly made that complaint to my wife as a reason why she should unlock me. Instead she found a 'solution' to my problem. I came home from work one day seeing her 'solution,' which was to get rid of my boxers and replace them with diapers. I saw this as I was wearing my last pair of boxers stained from cum. These were not discrete little pullups, these were thick, crinkly, diapers with baby prints. She said she picked out baby looking ones because of how much I have been whining about the chastity device. Now during sex she doesn't bother taking my diaper off, she puts the strap on over it. She said it is so I don't leak all over the sheets.

Going to work with a crinkling diaper was nerve racking, fortunately I had my own office, and there was usually plenty of noise outside my office, so the crinkling didn't stand out. I had to quit coffee and reduce my fluid intake at work, as going to the work bathrooms was out of the question. I tried to hold it the best I could through work, but near the end of the work day I could not hold it longer and found myself finishing the work day sitting in a wet diaper. Fortunately I never wet enough that it was noticeable at work. When I complained that I should at least have pull ups for work so I can use the bathroom there, she thought I seemed to be fine as is and bought me a pacifier to put in my mouth when I started to complain. I was complaining one time about being worried of the diaper getting noticeably full under my slacks, or worse leaking through. She put the pacifier in my mouth to quiet me, but I spit it out telling her I was serious and I should at least wear some type of discreet pullup instead of these baby diapers. She quickly had me over her knees spanking my ass black and blue until I was kicking my legs begging her to stop. She took advantage of me having a private office by sending me to work with an extra diaper to change into if mine gets full, as well as 3 baby bottles with instructions to have them finished by certain times of the day. I found myself needing to change my diaper a little past halfway through the day. I learned then that when she puts a pacifier in my mouth it was a warning to shut up because she will have a solution and I will not like it. I was able to get by at work without anyone noticing that I was wearing a diaper and chastity cage under my clothes by keeping mostly in my office and sneaking my soaked diaper out in my bag.

Every year at work we get a fresh batch of interns, some are hoping to get hired on full time, others happy to have something professional to put on their resume. The company has an after work social meet and greet at a nice bar to introduce the new interns to others in the company in a relaxed setting. My wife was with me as we talked with some of my colleagues and their spouses. Occasionally I would feel her hand sneak down to my diaper butt, feeling my diaper and once squeezed it. She would smile and whisper, 'don't drink too much, we didn't bring a fresh diaper' I was so scared someone would hear her or see her grabbing my diaper. I introduced her to all the new interns and we all chatted a bit with polite conversations. There was one intern my wife seemed a little fascinated with. He was tall and muscular, and used to play wide receiver in college. I never knew my wife to be that interested in football, but she seemed interested in everything he was saying. I even saw them chatting at the bar, shortly before she went to the bathroom. I didn't see where he went. 

My wife's mood was a lot better for weeks following the meet and greet with the interns, although she got really busy at work. She had a new client that kept her busy with work, working late nights, taking late meetings, exhausted and no interest in sex when she got home. Despite this she was smiling and cheerful when she was home. Unfortunately because we were having sex less I was getting unlocked less. I asked her if I can be unlocked on nights we weren't having sex so I can jerk off in the bathroom. She said no because she may decide she wants sex later and wants me to be ready.

One time I complained too much about how long it has been sense we had sex and I had cum that she thought it best I remember my true position and took away my big boy privileges at home. As soon as I get home I drop to the floor on my hands and knees as I take off my work clothes until I am in nothing but a diaper. From there my big boy privileges like walking and talking are taken away and I have to crawl around anywhere I go. My wife thought it looked strange for someone crawling around in a diaper to have so much man hair and had me keep myself as smooth as a baby's bottom. She started buying me little shirts to wear under my work clothes so when I got home I could remove my work clothes and instantly look like a baby. Things that said ‘I’m a baby’ or ‘pampered.’ The shirts were getting noticeably more girly, one even said ‘baby girl in training.’ We weren't having that much sex, and when I really started begging to be unlocked is when she would start making a list of things I needed to do first. It started out with simple chores, but everytime I wanted to cum, more things were added to what was called my to-cum list. As if she was seeing how far I would go, while making it gradual enough that I ultimately cave. More chores were added, she would add slightly more embarrassing things for me to wear around the house, like a onesie or a little baby dress. Something I didn’t want to wear, but if it meant I was going to be unlocked and get to cum it wasn’t that bad. My to-cum list grew to where it would take me a couple days to do them, and some were perpetual, such as doing the dishes, taking off her shoes and rubbing her feet when she got home from work.

One evening while my wife was working late I was so horny I was laying on the floor and when I started to move it started to feel good. I started grinding my hips on the floor, feeling some pleasure, almost as if I might be able to cum.  I got lost in humping the floor in my diaper. I didn't even notice my wife standing there looking down at me as I was doing this, I eventually gave up in frustration, turned and saw her standing there with a grin ‘was that fun? I think you lasted longer with the floor than with anything.’ Frustrated for not being able to cum and embarrassed for her seeing me like that I crawled to her and gave her her foot rub. When I was unlocked I was starting to get better at lasting longer, seeing me hump in my diaper gave her the idea I should be diapered when I cum so there isn’t a mess. She started untapeing my diaper to unlock me, put the tapes back on and let me hump or rub the front of my diaper. She would put the chastity back on and tape me back up in the same diaper leaving me to sleep in my cum soaked diaper. Though I was pretty sure I was getting to five minutes, granted in my diaper, but it felt like with this embarrassment I could last longer than 5 minutes. My wife did let me have sex with her to prove how long I could last, it was so embarrassing, she brought out a kitchen timer and set it to five minutes. ‘Ok baby, let’s see what goes off first, you or the timer.’ She guided me in her while she was on her back in basic missionary. As soon as I was all the way in she said ‘you are so big,’ without any enthusiasm as if reading from a cue card. After the sounds she made with the strapon, she wasn’t even trying to sound like she was faking. She said, ‘that’s it, right there, keep going, don’t stop I’m about to cum,’ even though I knew she wasn’t as soon as the words ‘don’t stop i’m about to cum’ left her mouth I felt myself go past the point of no return, my wife recognized my face, and started chuckling. I spurted inside her to the sound of her laughing and the ticking of the kitchen timer. She locked me back up, and put me in a diaper.  As she finished taping my diaper the kitchen timer went off.

[silvergyus]

hi ari I saw your post about outfits and I can try and help someone!! I’m not going to any of the concerts but if I was, I think id wear something like this.

I’m also a size 14 d cup tit having gurl sooo yea :]

for pants I have these levi’s called like 90s baggy (I think they’re called, they have a rip on one of the knees. I wore them to the arctic monkeys concert and they fit the grunge vibe well)

for a top id either go with something like a white or grey fitted crop top or body suit (could be high neck or if ya wanna show skin something lower cut. amazon has so many options if you don’t wanna break the bank or check out skims)

over top maybe something like oversized blazer or like one of those short sleeve bowling shirt style button downs (depending if you get hot or want something with sleeves or not)

id pair everything with a black belt with a big buckle and a belt chain. lots of silver jewelry!!

for shoes something comfy. I’m anti heels at concerts especially if I’m standing for a long time. id wear something like nike dunks or black docs.

hopefully the vision is there!!! it sounds so great in my head. taking inspo from yeonjun from the ethereal concept pics.

omg ash why are we literally twins (size 14 g cup girlie here) (are you by chance also 5'4"?)

the vision is visioning! I like it!! I overheat so fast so I'm a little hesitant on wearing black or long sleeves and lowkey am thinking of switching to the prince outfits from the trailer as inspo just so I can wear white

I'm *definitely* more comfortable in punky/grungy style and am very comfy in my docs. I want an outfit where I can move around ya know? I'm on the floor so I can actually move around and I know I'm gonna need comfort and mobility

I'll def let you know what the final fits look like! tysm for this vision 🩷

[microsuedemouse]

I don’t know if you guys recall the pants nonsense I’ve been up to, but I wanna show off another pair! today’s was the third pair I did, and I tried something a bit different and of course made things more difficult for myself :)

new thing: wedge-shaped inset going down to the knee, rather than a stripe down the full length of the leg, as the last two pairs have been.

actually, for that matter, I never showed you guys the second pair—

have some screenshots from my ig story highlight bc apparently I’ve already deleted the original pics from my phone. (also. hm. I guess this is my Sewing Shirt. in fairness I do wear this shirt a lot)

anyway. today’s process pics and other nonsense under the cut in case anyone is interested!

okay. so. this whole half-leg thing came about partially bc this particular pair of jeans was already pretty roomy in the leg, but actually mostly bc I had some fun fabric kicking around that I wanted to use but that wasn’t long enough for the entire pant leg. I’m still using upholstery scraps of my mom’s - while the first two pairs were done with fabric she never got around to using, this fabric is leftover from when she recovered the seats on our dining room chairs, like, a decade ago. I’ve always loved the patterns we used for that project, and I’m kinda delighted I have another use for some of the remaining fabric.

decent, actually-sharp pinking shears have made a world of difference to this project, btw.

also, something neat about this fabric in particular is that it doesn’t have a wrong side! I could’ve used either side on the outside. I chose the side that’s facing up in that pic on the left there - with the continuous pattern in colour and the off-white parts broken up. I also cut the pieces along the same axis that the colour stripes fall, which is why - as you can see in those pics at the top - one inset is mostly blue and one is mostly green.

I’ve been doing my best to Be A Grownup about this project and actually pin things in place before sewing. I hate pinning, and it was particularly challenging this time, but I did do it. :|

you may notice I also safety pinned the pockets together. this is bc when I removed the side seam from the pants, I also cut out the pocket rivet so I wouldn’t have to sew around it, as that was a real challenge in my first pair. with pair two I removed the rivet but then had the pocket layers flopping around and not wanting to line up anymore. so, pair three, pin those layers together. She Can Learn!

something I didn’t do, but wish I’d done, is sew the bottom of each wedge/V-shape before the sides. would have made things simpler and probably also tidier. but hey, I learn something new with each pair.

basted the seams, which was kind of a bitch - again, I could probably have done things in a different order to save myself some trouble. checked the fit, then finished the seams with a zig-zag stitch. fought with the thread tension a lot. such is life. did the bottoms of the V-shapes by hand at the end - they’re not perfect, but they’re good enough. do you know how many people will compliment you on visibly altered clothes even when you know there are big mistakes in them? it turns out almost no one actually knows how to do this stuff.

trimmed off the excess fabric from the seams at this stage. I wanted to do it sooner, because I was struggling to mentally match up the exterior wedge shapes with the interior rectangles, but I think it was best to leave things untrimmed until the end - leaves me space to fuck up, lmao.

I also strengthened the waistband a bit, in the same way I did with my second pair - by folding the fabric over a couple times at the top and (carefully) stitching lines to at least approximately match the seams on the original waistband. I rarely tuck in my shirt, and I’m usually wearing a belt, so I’m not super fussed about that part being really tidy, but I like the continuity of the lines. (also: I even busted out the iron to get those creases nice and clean. christ, I must be serious.)

and that’s about it! I’m pretty happy with the result, and they feel really comfy to wear. I was playing some good music while I worked, and did a little dancin’ around once I had them on… I think they pass the test :)

[doing-something-unholy]

well, i did as you asked.

last night i came so many times i lost count. i thought, why not pay a small tribute to the father and fast along with him for a little. except of course i can break it whenever i want. just the pressure of my palm on my dick was enough to make me convulse. i came as soon as i entered myself, and then i just kept going. it’d be harder to find you a moment when i wasn’t coming. 

so of course that session wasn’t enough. i work from home, and i’m not on camera often. i had my hand down my pants the whole day. when i finally got a free moment, i fucked myself again. on my knees, then ass up. thought about saying a little prayer while i did it, just for you, but my mind was otherwise occupied. 

i miss dick. you could say i’m addicted. toys and fingers are great, but they’re not quite cutting it right now. there’s this guy i keep seeing on sniffies. really hot. one of the rare face pics. lots of stubble, chest hair, treasure trail. you know. all that good stuff. uncut. that’s on his profile too, obviously. i don’t know him, but i’ve seen him around town, and every time i do, i seize up. i just want him on me. i want to know what his dick tastes like. but you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you.

there’s a bet going around town that you’re not gonna make it through lent. your escapades have had consequences, father. why do you think i came to church at all? i’d heard about the young pastor down the road whose congregation kept coming out of confessional walking funny. sometimes he’d come out walking funny himself. sometimes he’d have bruises poking out in weird places. sometimes the church wasn’t as empty as he thought it was, and he wasn’t being quiet enough. 

do you think someone’s out there right now? do you think they can hear me? think they’re getting off to this?

there was a small stain on your chasuble once. i guess you forgot to clean it off. i know, these things can be so hard to remember when you’re getting fucked stupid. poor little cumrag. was that yours or someone else’s? you’ve been wearing your robes a lot more often. it’s not hard to put two and two together. it’s lent, and you’re hiding something. how many times have you led mass with a boner under your alb? this past month? this past week?

and how many people in your congregation, do you think, are just sitting there waiting for you to pop? how many would stay to watch if i fucked you over the altar, or on those marble steps? we could all take turns.

unlike most of my neighbors, i do have faith in you. you’ll make it through lent. it’s only a few more weeks. it should be easy. 

but just to make it easier: do not touch yourself any time you hear my voice. and if you were touching yourself, stop. now. and if you can’t do it for the sake of your fast, father, then do it so i can get my money’s worth.

bitch anon :)

Ohh you're back. With quite a story to share as well. I- well- oh, Lord, where to start... I don't think you're sorry at all, and... at this point I can't blame you. Would you still say a Hail Mary for your penance at least? Any other circumstance I would ask for more but I did lead you into this.

And that man does sound... very handsome.

Uh, anyway-- I- There's really that many rumors around? Oh God I am in so much trouble. Please, this can't spread further. I'll be more subtle. How many times have I been caught?

There's a stain on the chasuble? Where did-- oh. Ohh no. I- I deserve to be called a cumrag. It... it was someone else's. And I was hoping people would see me wearing the cassock more often as a sign of respect for tradition, but... yes, it's true, it's to hide my body's reactions. The layers of the vestments hide my sin but apparently the act of hiding at all was too suspicious.

"Take turns?" I- Oh. Hmm. Would- would like to hear a confession of mine? I've thought about that so much. That if this repression went on much longer I'd- I'd whore myself out in the church and offer my body to the congregation, taking on their sins and letting them take it out on me and use me. Reversing my vows from celibacy to free use. I wish I could get "fucked stupid" more often if I'm completely honest with myself.

I wasn't touching, I promise. I know you have no reason to believe that but I promise you I wasn't. It's only a few more weeks, just a little bit longer. I appreciate your faith in me.