#all those handcuffs and no one's wrists got kissed ONCE

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riding sub!top jackson ellie

[nsfw 18+]

warnings- sub!top ellie, riding (r receiving) strap on sex (r receiving), handcuffs (e receiving), face sitting (r receiving) boob sucking ( e & r receiving), ellie begging, light face slapping, argument mentioned

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oh poor ellie. she’s been waiting, rather impatiently, for you to come home and hold her. to calm her nerves she resorts to drawing in her journal, but finds her mind draws back to you.

hours before you and ellie got into a mild argument which lead to her storming out at her little garage home and going god knows where. you’re left stranded in her empty home so a few minutes later you left as well and don’t come back until hours.

which leaves ellie to her current predicament. she misses you like hell. she feels guilty now that her anger subsided and all she wants to do is make it up to you. but of course! ellie too stubborn to go look for you herself so she sits and waits.

you know how ellie can be. you know how stubborn she is. so you make her wait hours, almost the whole day until you knock on her door.

she answers almost immediately and steps back so you can come in. you almost feel bad for her cause she looks so guilty, but you remember her earlier actions.

“hey” ellie says avoiding eye contact with you and staring straight at the ground.

you ignore her and take off your jacket and shoes and sit on her bed, ushering her to come here. she hesitantly follows, sinks down on the bed next to you and apologizes start spilling out of her pretty lips.

you shut her up with your lips, kissing her so softly while she hesitates, then kisses you with so much need and passion, it’s like she’s trying to make it all up to you with one kiss.

you notice the need in her kiss. her pulling of your bottom lip, and you begin straddling her hips. pushing her further on the bed and once her back hits the headboard she whimpers. you pull away from the kiss; a string of saliva connecting you together.

“i want you to listen to me okay, can you listen?” you ask the girl under you, watching her pupils get bigger and her chest heave once she realizes where this is going.

she nods and shakily puts her hands on your hips to which you grab ahold of both of them and pin them beside her head. “i want you to get your strap for me and then lay back down like this, can you do that for me?” you whisper while kissing her jaw and neck, hearing her breaths get heavier and heavier.

ellie shakily blurts out a ‘yes’ and once you get off her she’s immediately digging around her drawers for her strap.

“and take everything off except this” you say pulling her grey wife beater back and letting it fling back onto her skin. ellie pathetically nods, following your every command. quickly taking everything off in front you and putting her strap on and laying back down on the bed just like you told her to.

you smile at her obedience, taking everything except your bra off and straddling her again. positioning her cock so you sit right on top of it. “your being so good ellie you wanna touch me?” you ask her, purely because you can see her hands fidgeting around, fingers barely grazing your thighs. ellie looks up at you, her big eyes telling you the answer to your question, but oh poor ellie. right when you nod, giving her permission, you grab ahold of her wrists and handcuff them to the headboard.

ellie eyes widen and she fights with the cuffs, pulling on them with furrowed eyebrows while you laugh at her attempts.

“babe…please…” ellie whines with her raspy voice, looking back up at you with those big needy eyes again.

“this is what you get for storming off on me, baby you thought i could forget about that and just accept all your apologies?”

ellie furrows her eyebrows and fights the handcuffs once again “b-but you know i have to touch you…you know i- i love having my hands all over you”

you ignore her pleads and lift up her tank top just enough so her abs and v-line are visible and you run your hands up and down them, caressing her waist in the process. “love having my fun with you like this, you know that?” you say tilting your head slightly and running your hands up to her toy with her nipples through her shirt.

ellie immediately squirms and bucks her hips up causing you to grind down on her strap. “you’re so needy” you whisper to her and lift her tank top up to kiss her tits and suck.

“mmm p-please i’m so sorry let me touch you please! i’ve been waiting all day” ellie rambles on already out of breath.

you feel a tinge of guilt cause, she has been waiting all day but nontheless you continue teasing her. pulling away and lifting your hips up, “i’m so wet for you ellie i bet you wanna taste it huh?”

ellie quickly nods, her tongue darts out to lick her lips as she eyes your soaked pussy.

“words” you command and leave a light slap to her cheek.

“y-yes please…i’ll do anything” ellie breaths out.

you smile and crawl on top of ellie, positioning right on top of her lips as you hold on top the headboard and sink down. before you know it ellie’s tongue is all over your pussy, messily sucking and slurping. flicking and licking all around you.

“oh f-fuck ellieee” you moan out and intertwine you and ellie’s hands together as she keeps pulling on her handcuffs, desperate to hold your hips and plant you straight down on her face.

ellie thrusts her tongue inside of you and tongue fucks you so relentlessly. poor ellie really needed to taste you. your hips jolt as her nose rubs against your clit. you look down at her squeezed eyelids and feel the vibrations of her moans deep inside you.

“just like that baby you’re so good to me” you breathlessly moan out and when you feel one harsh thrust of her tongue, combined with her nose hitting the right spot; you feel your orgasm hit you and without warning you start cumming all over her tongue.

you squeeze ellie’s hand and tug on her hair which causing her to let out another moan inside of you and to her disappointment you lift your hips up and watch as strings of cum land on ellie’s lips and chin. the whole lower half of her face glistening with your cum and wetness and she’s just loving it. you can tell by that pussydrunk, toothy smile she gives you with her eyes, low and half lidded.

“you’re such a pussy slut” you tease as you straddle her hips again and right before she comments you plop yourself down to sit right on top of her strap which causes ellie’s hips to jerk up and a moan to slip out.

“you liked that?” you ask and do it again, the base of her strap bumping her clit just right.

“ohhh mhm please keep-“ the sound of your moan and another slam back down cuts her off as her eyes roll back, watching you bounce of her strap.

“mhmpt fuck ellie you’re so deep” you whimper out bouncing yourself up and down. the sound of your pussy gushing all over her fills the room. one hand holds onto ellie’s abs for leverage, nails digging into them. your other hand pulls and tugs on the back of ellie’s hair making her mouth fall agape.

ellie’s groans and whimpers grow louder, but you hear her still fighting with the handcuffs. the metal jingling distracting you from the pleasure so you grab ahold of her jaw, “stop it or i’ll make sure you don’t cum”

ellies eyes widen and she shakes her head frantically, “no no please please i wanna cum please i just wanna-“

you follow ellie’s eyes and see she’s staring dead at your tits, which are bouncing everytime you thrust yourself down on her strap. you take off your bra and arch your back into ellie’s mouth as she latches onto your tits and starts sucking on them like her life depended on it.

you moan and wrap your arms around her. completely engulfed in the pleasure of ellie’s mouth and now her hips jerking up making her strap go deeper into every time you slam back down.

“m’close” ellie whimpers into your tits, and with one thrust back up into you, her head falls back and you watch her cum while fucking herself into you as deep as she can. seconds later you hips stutter and lose rhythm so you lift your hips up letting ellie take control, thrusting in and out of you through your orgasm. you moan and grip her shoulders, leaving nail scratch marks all over it and once your high fades away you slump back down ontop of ellie. your pussy still throbbing gently around the strap you have yet taken out of you.

ellie whines and tugs on the handcuffs, seemingly to remind you to take them off. and you giggle, pry yourself off her, reaching for the keys and unlocking the cuffs.

ellie groans and holds her wrist as you sigh and massage the soreness out of her other wrist and kiss it. “m’sorry ellie their so red, are you okay?” you ask her with worry in your tone.

ellie nods and pull you in for a slow sloppy kiss. when you both pull away only cause you’re out of breath, she sleepily smiles at you, “been wanting to do that the whole time.”

you kiss her cheek and look down at where her strap is still inside you. “i’m gonna get up okay?” you say and hold onto her shoulders, sighing at the empty feeling you get and helping her take off the strap. hiding your smile when you see the mess she made of herself but shaking that thought off and laying back down on her chest.

her arms wrap around you and before she falls asleep she asks, “do you forgive me?”

you furrow your eyebrows and look up at her, “for what?” you ask puzzled.

ellie scoffs, “babe, our argument?”

“ohhhhh i forgot about that, yeah i forgive you”

“how did you forget you practically just tortured me cause of it” ellie jokes.

you gasp and hit her arm, “no i did not! you liked it and i know that cause you literally came all over the b-“

you’re shushed by ellie’s hand over your mouth and a kiss to your forehead. god you really love this silly girl <333

an- GOD i love subtop ellie and jackson ellie so much this is literally my heaven i had to write this EXCEPT MORE

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ladies and gentlemen I present to you,

Pillowtalk

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

part 1 I

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Overstimulation, Light Slapping, Squirting,

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Once both Lewis and I found out that I was capable of squirting he’s been doing anything he can to get me to do it again.

He’s fucked me in so many positions trying to get me to squirt again. Missionary, Doggy, Cowgirl, Reserve Cowgirl, The Pretzel, I mean we’ve done it all and each orgasm wasn’t the one Lewis was hoping for.

“Lew, Puh-Please, I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sore” I whimpered against his lips, my thighs shaking with such force I looked like I was trying to win a twerk off.

“We’re not done until I pull another squirting orgasm from you darling” the look in Lewis’ eyes told me that he in fact was not lying and that he would actually stay here all night until he was able to pull another out of me.

We’d been in the Hot Seat position for the last almost 10 minutes and Lewis was hoping that this new position would be a game changer in terms of making me squirt again. The one hand that Lewis had resting flat against my stomach traveled down to my clit, rubbing harsh and fast circles around the already swollen and already overstimulated bud.

I honestly lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had today from the last 2 positions alone, imagine how many more Lewis is gonna pull out of me as he continues to to find what made me explode.

“You gonna tell me how I got you to squirt or are you really gonna make me fuck you every single way until I get that reaction again?”

I dont know how I did it, really, it just kinda happened. It couldn’t have been the overstimulation, I’ve been overstimulated I don’t know how many times in the last 45 minutes. Was it the handcuffs? Maybe, that had been the first time I’ve been handcuffed. Or was it the fact that I was helpless while Lewis provided himself his own pleasure?

“Mmm d’know”

“Or was it when I had you cuffed up and helpless?” a moan escapes past my lips “Do you want to try that again? Hmm, wanna get locked up again?” a breathless ‘yes’ escapes past my lips.

With that, Lewis recuffs my wrists to the handcuffs that he left hanging from the bed posts. A look of adoration and lust filled Lewis’ eyes as he stared at me. I was helpless, naked and aching for him. I watched as Lewis’ eyes raked my whole body before ultimately landing on my core and he watched as my pussy leaked for him in anticipation.

“I can see your pussy dripping for me. This must be what made you tick, you like being helpless” My pussy clenched around nothing. Something about his words did something to me. “I’m gonna eat you out again, okay princess” Lewis stared in my eyes, not moving a muscle until he got a response and my subtle nod was enough clarification for him.

Without warning Lewis licked a stripe up my slit, circling my clit before sliding down and into my whole. Lewis repeats this motion a few times before he places a soft kiss on my bud and stops. My hands instinctively go to push his head back down given that I was close to my 12th orgasm tonight, god knows how many more I can take before I actually die from pleasure.

“Don’t want me to stop, do you?” A muffled ‘no’ escapes my lips, the muffled noises I made quickly turned into a mess of moans as I feel 2 fingers insert me.

Lewis’ fingers are long and girthy enough to hurt for a second as they were thrusted into me. Lewis sets a decent pace as he leans up to kiss my lips

“Please, never stop. feels s’good” the second those words left my mouth Lewis did in fact stop. A whimper left my lips at the sudden loss of contact but Lewis quickly caught me up to speed on what was going on in his head.

“S’okay darling, I’m just grabbing some more stuff for us to have fun with.” I watched intently as he walked right back to the bed side table, opening the drawer pulling out a blindfold, vibrator and a cock ring. Walking back over to the bed Lewis quickly pulled the blindfold over my eyes, placing the cock ring on himself after setting it to a medium fast pace and placing the bigger vibrator on the highest setting, slowly placing light touches of my body with it as it send small electrical bolts all throughout my body.

Lewis first started off by placing the big vibrator against the skin under my collarbone and he watched as my body tensed at the feeling. He let it rest there for a second before slowly bringing it down to the valley between my breasts, slowly gliding it over one of my nipples while his mouth attached to the other, tongue circling around the bud of my nipple.

Having one of my senses taken from me meant that my others heightened. Lewis' touch sent me into a frenzy before losing my vision. Now? My god, I was gonna explode at any second due to the vibrating against my breasts. A pathetic string of moans and whimpers leave my lips as Lewis keeps sucking on my nipples, the hand that was previously circling the drags the vibrator down to my aching clit. The vibrations bringing me close to the orgasm Lewis left me hanging with and the way my body jolted, he knew I was close which prompted him to attack my pussy with his mouth.

Everything was too much for poor old oversensitive me. Too much pleasure, too much pain, my nerves were going into overdrive “Lewis, please. I’m gonna c-cum, fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkk” my body shook with my 13th orgasm. This time, it was the squirting orgasm Lewis was begging for. When I started squirting, something snapped inside Lewis and he opened his mouth that was already by my pussy. He collected my pussy juices before spitting out some and swallowing the rest.

“Fuck, Darling. You taste s’good. I love every bit of you, mmmm.” Lewis murmured as he continues to work me through this high. His lips attack my pussy again as he murmurs more things about how good I taste and how he could never get enough of me. My body shook as my legs encase his head between them.

Lewis’ mouth attacking my pussy was brief because after a few laps of his tongue on my already sensitive clit, he grabs my thighs that were trapping him and forced them open before aggressively thrusting his rock hard and aching cock in me.

My hands instinctively reach for the blindfold so I can see him as he relentlessly fucks my pussy at such a pace I was sure the whole neighborhood knew we were fucking. The bed moves inch by inch with each thrust and squeak of the bed.

At this point I had tears streaming down my face, I was losing my voice by how much I was screaming out his name and moaning in pleasure, my body was littered with so many hickeys it looked like I was found in a huge pile of snow and had major frostbite.

I can tell Lewis is getting close to his orgasm by the way his hips faltered and the grip he had on my waist.

“Mmm let me see your pretty face as you cum again.” his one hand goes to reach for the keys to undo my cuffs “you like my cock buried deep inside you, don’t you?”

The second my hands were set free, I ripped off the blindfold and my body reached behind his to pull him closer to me.

“Harder Lew, fuckkk I’m gonna cum. fuck fuck please i’m cumming.” I squirted again. Harder this time. Lewis only lasted a few more thrusts before he spilled his cum inside of my cunt.

“Fuckkkk, mmm you feel s’good. such a slut for me, my beautiful baby.” Lewis fucked me through both of our highs before he plopped his body down on mine as we both tried to catch our breath, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.

Lewis pulled out of me before he flipped me around so we were cuddling.

“goodnight beautiful, we have a LONG morning awaiting us”

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Alright, time to feed the lesbian's

Vanessa Shelly x F!Reader

*Dom!Vanessa, Sub!Reader, bondage, hand cuffs, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, making out, rough sex, lesbian sex, sex toy, strap on, nipple play*

"Hey..."

You whimpered, as your wrists were tightened in the hands cuffs. You're arms pulled above your head. You're eyes closed as you tried not to let out a loud whimper. Just being in this position is enough to get you wet

Vanessa sitting on top of you...her legs squeezing your sides. You can feel her tugging on the handcuffs, trying to get them attached to the bed frame...

Oh god it feels so nice...

You open your eyes to look up at Vanessa. Expecting to see her looking back down at you.....only to be met with your girlfriends chest

You could tell because of the tie she wore. Every moment you saw her wearing it, you wanted to grab it and tug her face towards yours...

Your face got much hotter, only an inch closer your face would be in those. You try and inch your face a bit closer but, Vanessa moves away...

Vanessa's fingers curled up into almost fits but, not entirely. Her hands resting in your palms. Showing she was done with your cuffs...

You groan from Vanessa moving away before you could shove your face in her boobs. You look up, only to be met with that smirk. That cocky smirk she used on you the day you met...the one she always used on you...

"someone's needy..." Vanessa said as she looked down at you. Her hands trailed down from your hands. Her finger tips uncurling and leaving goosebumps down your arms all the way to your chest.

You breath out, trying to not whimper and show Vanessa that this is working on you, more than she thought, hell...more than you thought.

"please... don't keep me waiting Nessy~..." You begged, putting on the face you always used on Vanessa, trying to move your face closer but, if you tried. Your shoulders would cramp but...you really couldn't give two shits.

So what if your shoulders hurt. Something else was going to soon if...your theory was correct...

Vanessa chuckled a bit as she leaned down, her hand sliding up your chest to your neck. her hand finally stopping to cup your cheek.

"it's officer Shelly tonight~" Vanessa said, as she kissed you. You moaned into the kiss as you leaned up more trying to go a bit deeper in the kiss.

Vanessa could feel your lips moving, she knew what you were trying to do.

As the kiss went on longer with you both only stopping to get a second of breath before you both went back.

You moaned as you shoved your tongue in Vanessa's mouth, going past her teeth and feeling hers. Vanessa chuckled as both her hands went to your jaw line, with her leaning in more.

Turning the once soft kiss into a sloppy tongue make out session. You continued on with the kiss, with you begining to move your legs a bit into a more comfortable position for you but...

You soon felt Vanessa's left leg leave your side as you felt her slide it down and-

"Ah!" You moaned out as you felt her knee press against your throbbing pussy. Breaking the kiss as saliva connect from both your tongues, you tried to hold back anything else...but...damnit...

You both made eye contact as Vanessa put her tongue back in her mouth, tasting your saliva and to clear her throat...

"you're so wet, it's practically making my whole knee soaked" Vanessa said with a hint of lust in her voice. You held back any whimper from behind your lips as you could feel her knee....

Christ it feels to good.

You moaned out as you look up at Vanessa, your face red and hot. Sweat beginning to show as you...you needed this so damn bad... you're already this aroused from her putting her knee on you...

"Nessy-"

Vanessa pushed her knee more and rolled it up, rolling up against your clit and staying there. Pressing down on it. You got a tiny shock from it as you moaned out, as loud as you could.

"what's my name?" Vanessa asked as she smirked down at you. You moaned out with your hips bucking. Your body beginning to shake as it was over simulating with lust...

She really had you in place right now, damnit why is it so sexy...

"officer Shelly, please..." You begged again as you rocked your hips a bit. Vanessa smiled as she let her knee down. One of her hands leaving your chest and making it's way to your pants, finally finding the button and undoing it.

She did all without breaking eye contact with you, her beautiful eyes starring back at yours.

"it's funny seeing you like this~" Vanessa joked as it's usually you who's the dominant one, always pulling her tie or grabbing her by the belt

You chuckle a bit as you feel her hands unzip you pants with her pulling them down gently.

"well, you've never tied me down like this. Surprised you didn't at least try the first time." You say with a bright blush on your face, with your smile going to a smirk.

"with cops slamming people down on their car and spreading the legs of the person..." you said as you started getting hot again, watching your pants fall to the ground along with your underwear, as Vanessa's hands rest in your inner thighs

"I'm surprised you haven't been using that to your advantage when you come visit me at work" you say, your gaze going all over Vanessa's body. Why'd she have to be so hot in that uniform...

"well, am about too~" Vanessa said as she gripped your thighs and spread them apart. You moaned out in pleasure as your could feel your dripping pussy...

Vanessa smiled as her right hand left your inner thigh, her fingers slowly tracing your wet flaps...

You moaned as you than felt her insert a finger into you. You moaned at the feeling of her moving her finger around inside of you. Her swirling it inside....

"ah! Fuck...." You moaned but quickly went into a grunt with you bitting at your lower lip. It's only one finger and it got you like this....

Vanessa than inserted another finger as she began pumping her fingers in and out, you moaned out as you felt her index and middle finger play around inside of you

You moaned out in pleasure as you began rocking your hips a bit, oh Jesus Christ this felt so good....

"somebody is getting excited~" Vanessa said as she pumped her fingers in and out of you her thumb going over you clit every now and than. She isn't even half way done yet and your already making a mess

You groaned in between a moan as you wanted to say something but, you than felt Vanessa insert another finger.

You moaned out, loud. As you've never taken three before. Her fingers pumping in and out and spreading inside of you....

You didn't realize until you felt it that Vanessa had tore your bra off and connected her mouth with your right breast. Her tongue gazing across your nipple, with her pulling your right leg up a bit

"oh fuck! Oh fuck! God damn!" You said in-between moans as you look down at her, her eyes opening to gaze up at you.

She can tell by your body shaking and you clenching, your getting close to cumming. She smirked as she bit down on your nipple a bit.

"getting close?" Vanessa asked with your eyes widening a bit.

"don't try and-" you were saying, because you thought she was going to stop right before you came but, she moved up more. Her face an inch away from yours and her arm pulling your leg up more as her fingers continued to pump in and out

"I'm not going to but, don't give me the idea to" Vanessa said as she connected her lips with yours. You closed your eyes and continued to kiss her back.

Her fingers pumping in and out of you until, you felt it inside of you. You're getting close, you can feel it. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck....

Your eyes widened as you clenched your walls around Vanessa's fingers and let yourself cum around them

A loud moan filling the bedroom as your mouth was agape with your chest heaving up and down.

Vanessa smirked as she felt your cum surround her fingers, soon pulling them out of you and looking down to see the mess you left.

Vanessa than opened her mouth and made sure you saw her lick up your juices.

"you're nasty Nessy..." You said with a smirk as you laid back in the pillows, sweat dripping down your forehead and body.

"god damn, why don't you do that every time?" You asked as you saw Vanessa get off the bed. With her taking her hair out and letting it fall to her shoulders as she started taking her cop uniform...as she walked in the bathroom

'Couldn't do the strip down in front me?'

"well, tonight is special" Vanessa responded from inside the bathroom. Oh yeah, 2 year's ago today was your first date. Damn what a fine day that was back than.

"yeah, hey. When your done in there, can you uncuff me? I like being tied down by you but sexy time is over" you said with a chuckle as you heard Vanessa laugh back from inside the bathroom.

"no, it's not hun" Vanessa responded which made your eyes widen a bit. Until Vanessa walked back out for the bathroom in a strap on. Your face got red hot with you starring at the purple dildo for a second

"surprised?" Vanessa asked as she walked up, crawling into the bed with her going in between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs like last time.

"to say the least...." You gazed back down at the crotch. You watch as her hand grab at the toy and line it with your pussy.

You were so excited that she didn't even need to lube the toy up since you were dripping wet.

You breathed heavy as you wanted her to shove it inside you already, you wanted her to fuck you...

You moan out loud as you feel the toy enter you, leaning your head back and looking up at the ceiling as you buck your hips a bit. Slowly, you feel Vanessa hips hit yours as she begins to thrust in and out of you, slowly.

You moan out in rough breaths as you look down, watching her hips go back and fourth.

Vanessa starred down at you, watching how each time she thrusted into you. How your tits would bounce up and down, your wetness going everywhere and leaking down your legs

Vanessa grabbed your hips, with her hands sliding under and pulling you up, making her thrust faster and harder into you.

"oh fuck...oh fuck... officer Shelly..." You moaned out, as you felt the toy keep hitting every good spot in you.

Vanessa breathed heavy as she leaned in more, her thrusting getting harder as it made you moan louder.

Vanessa looked down at your body again, the way the sweat came off your tits down your body, her hands clenched from beneath you as she wanted to see the other side

"turn around" Vanessa commanded, you opened your eyes as you nodded. You didn't even have the energy to speak with the way she was fucking you.

Vanessa pulled out as you turned around on your stomach, wondering why. You look over your shoulders with sweat dripping down your forehead

"why'd you make me- AH!" you asked before feeling Vanessa shove the toy back in and begin thrusting again.

"I just wanted to see you from behind" Vanessa said as her hands held your ass, as she thrusted into you. You began to shake as you knew you weren't going to last long

Not like this, you balled your hands up with you moaning out, trying to hold in from cumming.

You than looked over your shoulder, as you watched Vanessa fuck you. Your moans growing louder

Vanessa looked over to see you starring at her, your face looked so cute like that.

"you're so look so cute like this" Vanessa said as her hands gripped your cheeks. You blushed bright as you moaned out loud

"V-Vanessa!" You moaned out as you cummed hard, shaking as your walls clenched tight around the toy. With your body soon falling limp as you breathed out heavily.

The toy soon leaving you as Vanessa toke off the straps from her hips, as she laid next to you. Her arms wrapping around your under bust as she nudged her head next to yours

"how was that?" Vanessa asked as she gave you a kiss on the cheek, you chuckled a bit with you still getting your breath back.

"was sexy ass hell....can you undo my wrists now" you asked with you smiling, you were just taking a break now.

"I think I'll keep you like this the entire night" Vanessa said as she smiled and hugged you tighter. You chuckled a bit with you turning your head

"come on Ness, it's your turn~"

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Sorry for the wait and I haven't written anything NSFW for a while so I hope it was sexy enough

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[9:51PM] Change of Plan - (c.ch)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), dom!reader x sub!Chanhee, handjob, edging, begging, handcuffs, humiliation, blackmailing (but it will never go public), mentions of attempted manipulation, panty stealing, perverted tendencies, cum eating, allusions to more sexual acts, pet name (good boy), Word count: 0.8K

A/N: Part 2 to this fic! (sorry for the wait to those who were asking for it huhu) I was having a hard time trying to find the right tone for the second part of the story but here we are! Another timestamp for y’all hehe proofread once! Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

Chanhee couldn't believe it. To be here with you in this moment almost exactly how he wanted it to be, the way he’s thought about you like this in his late-night fantasies is finally coming true. He has you where he wanted you to be, his plan actually worked!

Well… sort of.

The one thing he did not consider was that he’d be completely chained up to his bedpost, unable to touch you the way he wanted to.

It was totally unexpected really, how both of you would end up in this situation. Chanhee stuck handcuffed to his bed while you continuously tease and edge him for the nth time tonight. Tears running down his cheeks as he begs you to just let him reach his high.

But little did he know while he was concocting his plan to have you as his that he was playing with the wrong person. In fact, you might’ve been even freakier than he was (but he didn't need to know that right now).

“Please let me touch you, I promise I’ll be good.” He cries out. You chuckle in response as you continue fisting his length.

“I highly doubt that.” Chanhee whimpers as you tighten your grip on him.

“Isn’t this what you wanted Chanhee? Isn't this what you’ve been planning all along?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “So be a good boy and take what I give you!”

That last statement definitely got his cock throbbing in your hands. You being a dominant was definitely something he did not expect but here he is, turning into a mess because of it.

This was not the plan at all! The plan was to spread rumors around campus on how heartbroken he was when you rejected him, eventually everyone at school would make you feel bad about it, you’d say sorry and start over, become friends, throw a grand party at his place, and finally get you loosened up enough to want to have some more fun with him.

The plan was going smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary whatsoever! But one thing Chanhee failed to take into consideration was holding back his perverted tendencies with you, especially when he would secretly steal your panties and bring them home with him.

That is how you discovered his ulterior motives to your so-called “friendship” as you wandered around his room and eventually found your missing underwear in his not-so-secret drawer full of other erotic items… Which is how Chanhee ended up being chained to the bed by his own handcuffs.

He should’ve known your sudden advances towards him when he came back to the room were suspicious. But no, he only thought with his dick in that moment.

The feeling of your body pressed against his as you made him get close to his headboard, pinning his hands above his head while kissing his neck. And before he knew it he heard the clinking sound of metal and the cold material wrapped around his wrists.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, Please let me cum!” He whines as he continues to struggle in place. You take a while to respond, his eyes pleading for you to let him release his load but instead of a “yes” you pull out your phone.

“W-what are you doing?!” Chanhee’s eyes grow big.

“If you wanna cum, admit that you’re a little pervert for stealing my panties.”

“Never!” He protests.

“But don’t you wanna cum already? It’s very simple.” You smile as you continue to jerk him off vigorously, pointing the camera in his direction.

Chanhee’s still hesitant, but if he doesn’t say anything his balls might just explode.

“Alright fine!” He lets out a big sigh. “I’m- I’m a pervert and I stole your underwear!”

“Ooh such a good boy!” You coo at him. “Alright you can cum.”

As soon as you give him permission his load started spilling in globs, most of it landing on your hand and on his stomach. You’ve never seen someone cum this much, especially because you were the reason for it. You inspect his release on your hand, mesmerized by how it looked under the low light. The sight alone made your core throb harder than you cared to admit.

“Hey uh…” Chanhee mumbles, making you look back at him. “Can you unlock me now? My wrists are starting to hurt.” He shakes the handcuffs as he says this. You don’t respond for a while, a sudden idea coming to mind as you smirk back at him.

“I’ll only let you go if… you give me another load.” You lick your hand coated in his essence before climbing on top of him, opening his jaw and spitting in his mouth.

“Fuck-” Chanhee hisses, feeling his cock kicking again by how turned on he is right now.

“Our little secret okay?” You look into his eyes as he just nods in return.

Guess Chanhee did get what he wanted after all, but better than he could ever imagine.

[julieverne]

HG Wells shouldn't be alive.

But she is. And she's here, in Myka's bedroom.

In Myka's bed.

Abigail had warned Myka. Abigail had said she'd been unable to locate HG's room.

Because HG Wells shouldn't be alive, and the B&B knows that. The Warehouse knows that. Myka knows that.

But she's sleeping in Myka's bed, and though she lies still she's clearly not dead.

Her hair is a shimmering mass of wonder. Her lips are curled into a smile. She's in one of Myka's shirts, and probably (hopefully) pants too.

HG Wells finally got into Myka's pants. Heh. Myka chuckles to herself under her breath, careful not to wake the sleeping woman in her bed.

Her arms are curled around Myka's teddy bear, and she holds him to her chest the same way Myka does. She seems comforted.

She's alive. She's asleep. And Myka is watching her because there is nothing else in the world she would rather do right now.

Finally Myka steps forward, and she grasps HG's shoulder.

HG blinks sleepily up at her, then a smile breaks across her face, the way waves break on their way to shore. Slowly, steadily, then all at once.

"I apologise for the imposition, but Abigail is still rather new at the business, and she said you were out of town." HG yawns and stretches, and Myka is breathless at the sight of those little limbs under her baggy shirt. She leaps forward and hugs HG, bringing them both crashing down to the mattress. HG is technically trapped, but that's never stopped her from escaping before.

She doesn't struggle. She never does. Not when it's Myka holding the gun, the handcuffs, the gun (again), the Tesla. HG just sinks deeper into the blankets under Myka with a soft, pleased hum as she relinquishes Myka's teddy bear in favour of his owner. Her hands are soft, but her body is hard from years of fighting.

Myka can't quite manage words. HG is alive. HG is in her arms. HG is holding her.

"S-stay," Myka stutters, blushing when she hears HG's pleased chuckle from beneath her, feeling the expansion of HG's chest when oxygen enters it.

"I have nowhere else to go."

Myka should ask what happened, how HG escaped, if this is real, but she's so scared it's not that she can't.

She just holds the only person who knows her until she can form a full sentence.

Which is several hours and several naps later.

When she wakes, HG is sleeping. Sunlight casts long shadows across her face, her delicate brow, her soft lips. Myka nestles closer and tries to stay awake. Just in case the next time she wakes it's not real.

When she wakes, she's cradled in HG's arms. HG is looking at her like she's an invention she's not clever enough to think up on her own, and Myka glows.

She's always known. Since the moment they met. Even after being betrayed, Myka hasn't stopped knowing. She's always known HG, just as HG has always known her. HG's fingers trail over the skin of Myka's arms and the rest of her body hates not being touched by her. The rest of her body resents and envies the tender flesh of her inner forearm, of the inside of her wrist, and finally her palm.

They're never held hands before. They've never slept together before, either, but they both knew that one of them would cave and the other would follow in relief.

"I missed you," HG says, and she's solid. She's not a holograph, or a shell. She's not a dream, not this time. She's together, she's whole, and her clipped accent is music to Myka's ears. A whole sympathy, a whole symphony. Myka lets her fingers thread through HG's so they're entwined. So HG can't skip away again.

"Where have you been?"

"I was in a hospital for rather a while," HG says, and of all things, Myka had expected an artifact to save her, not science. She'd checked all of HG's known aliases. "I appear to be better now. I'll never walk unassisted again. You should know that now, before..."

"Before what?" Myka challenges her.

"Before you kiss me," HG says, so irritatingly certain that Myka had been about to. "Before you commit to someone broken."

"You've never been broken," Myka tells her, and she kisses HG's knuckles. "You've been angered by injustice, and the world has been unjust to you. Are you in pain?"

"Not - not right now. Not anymore."

"Can you forgive me?" Myka asks, her voice cracking, and HG's hand leaves hers only so she can hold Myka tighter.

"Whatever for?"

"For not being in time. For not saving you. For not thinking of a way to save you. I still can't think of one."

"It's you who must forgive me, darling. I could have come sooner. I could have let you know I was alive. But I thought you wouldn't want me."

Myka can see the crutches now, propped against the bed. She wonders how long it had taken HG to get back on her feet this time.

"One more question," Myka says, and she feels HG nod, her chin against Myka's head where it rests on her chest. "Can I kiss you?"

"You would?" HG's voice is shy this time, and filled with wonder. Myka answers that question with a kiss, and HG is filled with enough wonder for an eternity.

HG Wells shouldn't be alive, but she's warm and responsive and moaning into Myka's mouth. And Myka can't waste another moment with her.

[instacarma0798]

Title: Wings of Mischief

Ship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (but only if you squint)

Warnings: background character death?

(A/N- I might make this into a full story, but have a little drabble while I get over writers block)

You sighed as you listened to the familiar sound of water drip from the ceiling in a constant pattern. Your knife twirled between your fingers, the metal now warm from use, as you waited for your hostage to wake up.

It was a red-headed woman, you think your dealer called her the Blue Spider or something, you weren't sure. Anyways, big money was involved and it seemed like fun so who were you to say no? The woman was tied to a chair, adorning a deep red t-shirt and black pants plus some sneakers. You almost wished her eyes were open, they were the most beautiful shade of green.

The woman groaned as her eyes blinked open, taking in her surroundings and you grinned. You leaned your chest against the back of your chair and draped your arms over it as the woman adjusted to her surroundings.

"Hiiii!" you drawled, "Nice to see your finally awake."

The pretty red-head glared at you as she finally gained full consciousness.

"Aww, don't give me that look," you pouted and twirled your knife once more, drawing her eyes to it.

She struggled against the restraints bounding her to the chair, metal handcuffs securing her hands and legs to it. After a moment she gave up and went still glaring at you.

"Ok so," you started to stand and walk towards her, stopping when she spat at your feet, "Hey! That was rude," crossing your arms and pouting your crouched in front of her, "Look, it's nothing personal, but you are going to make me big, big, big, money."

She eyed for a moment before grunting out, "You're new."

That threw you for a moment and you blinked wide eyes at her, "Thank you..? I'll take that as a compliment."

The woman shrugged as best she could, "Go ahead. You just aren't like other kidnappers."

"Oh it is a compliment!" you squealed, "Thanks!"

She didn't seem to appreciated your cheery attitude.

Sighing, the woman titled her head, "Have you ever thought about using your talent for good?"

You waved your hand in the air as you stood, "Meh. Good, bad those are all just labels. I prefer the term fun."

"Fun for whom exactly?" she questioned with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows.

"Me!" you exclaimed casting your hands out to your sides in a dramatic fashion, "duh."

Subconsciously you twirled your knife between your fingers once more, the action somewhat soothing having been a pattern since you were young. You pursed your lips as you paced around the woman, noticing her fingers twitching at the cuffs around her wrists. So she was smart. Good.

"Oki Doki," you clapped your hands together, forgetting the knife and wincing when you hit it, "Ow. Anyways, here's the deal cause I like you. Imma leave, my contracto/r will be here soon. If you're gone," you shrugged helplessly, "you're gone and you kidnapped me. Deal?"

You smiled when she simply glared you at you, "Oh honey, I noticed your hands working the cuffs already, I'm sure you'll be gone by the time my employer gets here."

Snatching your duffle off of the counter on your way towards the window you turned and blew her a kiss, "Toodle loo!"

Wings sprouted from your back, ripping your clothes (dammit, you just got new ones), as you launched yourself out of the window and let the wind carry you away.

<____________>

You didn't see the woman again for a few months, picking up a few jobs here and there. That was, until you were supposed to kill this super fancy man - to be honest you forgot his name - at this super fancy party. Thus you bought the fanciest clothing you could find. In reality, you ought to buy a dress, but that just wasn't your style so you went with a suit instead.

Smoothing it down you looked in the mirror as you stuck earrings into your various ear piercings and tightened your tie. The party was supposed to start half an hour ago, so you could be fashionably late - not that anyone was expecting you.

Once you arrived, blinding lights met your eyes, disco lights, and people chattering all around. It was rather loud for your taste, but it would have to do. You sighed and got to work. Locating the man you were supposed to take out wasn't hard to do, he was an older man with greying hair and a bushy beard.

Rolling your eyes you mingled until he excused himself you took your chance. Also excusing yourself from the random woman you were socializing with you trailed after the man. He rounded a corner, heading towards his private room.

Before you could enter after him a hand yanked on your suit collar, blocking off your air, and you stumbled back.

"Hey!" you yelled, "That was ru-"

Your legs were swept underneath you, cutting off your sentence. A weight, surprisingly light, was pressed onto your hips. A pale face stared down on you as a woman pinned your arms to the ground.

You grinned up at the red-head who you had captured a few months prior, "Y'know if you wanted to be on top all you had to do was ask."

She wrinkled her perfect nose in disgust before hissing, "What are you doing here?"

Huffing you flipped the two of you over, this time you on top, "I like this better," you wiggled your eyebrows, watching her nose crinkle and eyebrows furrow once more, "I just hafta do something then I'll be outa your way sweetheart."

Giving her a wink, your pressed a small device into her side - an electrical shock flooding her body as you hopped off just in time. Brushing invisible dust off your hands you stared down at her. Damnit, you didn't think this through. Ok...where to put her? You glanced around a tad frantically before locating a random door and dragging body over and shoving her inside the random room.

"Sorry sweetheart," you whispered, "I have a job to do."

The rest of the job was easy, you killed the fancy dude - blood spilled out of his neck and flooded the white carpet, staining it your favorite color. You leaped out the window once more, your wings carrying you back to your safehouse.

<___________>

Your next meeting with the woman was, to your shock, in one of your own safehouses. Priding yourself on having rather secure houses, you were quite shocked. The woman showed up with a man who carried a bow and had sandy blonde hair.

"Hi!" you chirped despite your surprise, "I see you brought a friend this time."

You turned some bacon over from where they sat sizzling in a pan on the stove, even though it was around midnight. You held the pan up, bacon cooked and ready to eat, "You want some?"

Both humans stared at you questioningly as you plopped your bacon onto a plate and grabbed a piece with your bare hands, "No? Ok."

It took a moment before either of them could formulate a response, but it was the man who did so, "No eggs with those?"

Gasping, you placed a hand over your heart, "How could you? Are you suggesting I commit cannibalism?"

Crunching down on the bacon you giggled as both humans stared at you, perplexed once more. You waved a piece of bacon around, "Relax, I'm joking." Rounding to counter you stood in front of them with your hands on your hips, "So, what do I owe the pleasure of two SHIELD agents?" It was hard not to identify them as such, and even with your limited knowledge of the how human's worked you were able to see the emblem on the man's shoulder.

The woman pursed her lips and regarded you for exactly two breaths before she spoke in her silky smooth voice ( you refused to admit that it sounded like heaven to your ears) that had the slightest rough Russian inflection, "You're an...oddity. SHIELD wants to learn more."

You let out an exasperated sigh, "First HYDRA and now SHIELD," your lips formed a pout and you sagged your entire body, "Can I just be left alone?"

The man shook his head with a small, almost fond, smile, "Sorry kiddo, no can do," he pulled handcuffs out of his pocket, "Would it be a stretch to ask you to put these on and come with us?"

"Ooooo!" you clapped your hands together in excitement, "First, not a kid," you held up one finger before holding up another, "Second, you brought friendship bracelets? I'm honored."

The woman looked close to snapping, much to your amusement, and stated in a deadpan voice, "Those are handcuffs."

"Eh, technicalities," you shrugged in indifference and popped your last piece of bacon into your mouth, "Any chance I could get your names?"

Honestly, you didn't expect to get their names - they were most likely spies after all. Especially when the man opened his mouth but the woman elbowed his side with a glare. They seemed to have a mini staring contest before the woman sighed heavily.

"I'm Clint Barton and that's Natasha Romanoff," the man introduced, gesturing between the two.

"Great!" you chirped, wings sprouting out of your back once more.

You shook them out, a couple feathers dropping to the ground as you winced and the two stared in shock. You took their moment of stunned silence to jump out the window with a flip, your wings sprawling out and spreading wide. Distantly you could a faint, "I told you so!" causing you to giggle.

[thespiritssaidso]

OH SHIT-

Summary: Shawn forgor he handcuffed Lassiter to the bed

Notes: holy shit. As I type this, it has been literally not even an hour since I posted my last Shassie oneshot (Let Me Get That For You…) and now I’m writing this? Who am I?? Where was this when I needed to write CMC??

Warning ⚠️ much kissing + implied sex and kinks

Shawn leaned down from his position on top of Carlton, tracing his finger gently down the man’s back. He leaned in to whisper seductively into the man’s ear. “I’ll be right back.”

He looked like wanted to ask, but just shivered slightly under his touch. “Alright.”

Shawn smiled at him. God, Lassie was so sexy like this. Laying on his stomach with his hands cuffed to the bedpost, bare ass presented for the world to see? Hot. Of course, the only downside was his beautiful sternbush was hidden. Oh well, pros and cons.

He gently stood up, and walked out of the room. Shawn grinned to himself. That was such a power move, he should be proud of himself.

It had been a while since his boyfriend had a day off. So of course, Shawn wanted to try everything. Last night they had done blindfolding. This morning had been handcuffs.

Which made him wonder, why did Lassie just so happen to have a pair of police handcuffs lying around his house? It would’ve made sense if it had been the pair he takes everywhere with him, but this had come directly from underneath the nightstand. Of course, at the moment, it only turned him on. But now that he thought about it…

Shawn wandered into the bathroom, still deep in thought.

Maybe it was the same situation as the guns around his house? Lassie did have plenty of those lying around. Although some probably didn’t work, seeing as a choice few were civil war relics on display. Or did they work? He’d have to ask later, maybe after…

After… what?

Shawn blinked, looked down, and saw he was naked. Why was that? He’d done some pretty strange things before, but walking around naked wasn’t something he’d really do.

He looked around for clothes, and saw a set conveniently on the floor beside the sink. Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed them, putting them on leisurely. He also saw a pair that looked like something Carlton would wear, but it was sitting next to the shower. Weird.

Once he was dressed, his stomach started complaining. Might as well get something to eat, since he was all dressed and everything.

He quickly swiped Carlton’s wallet from their dining table — why had it been left there? Had his boyfriend been in a rush or something? — and walked out, on his way to get a smoothie.

~~~

SLAM

Lassiter jolted at the sound. Was someone coming in? He strained his ears. Nothing. Not even…

Not even the sound of Shawn padding around the house.

“…Shawn?”

Silence.

“I swear Shawn, if this is some sort of new kink you’re wanting to try out…”

Still silence.

Lassiter scooted up towards his hands, and sat upright. Well, as upright as he could, facing the headboard with his arm held to his chest, allowing the cuffs to hang loose from his wrists.

He strained his neck, looking over to the other side of the bed, and saw the key on the nightstand. He wanted to grab it, but some part in the back of his head told him Shawn would be back any minute, and would be disappointed to see Lassiter free of the cuffs.

So he sat there waiting for a bit longer, patiently waiting for Shawn to return. What was taking him so long?

It was when his arms started hurting a bit that he gave up. “Oh, screw it.”

Lassiter shuffled around, grabbing the headboard to keep himself steady. His legs got briefly tangled in the sheets. But one small tussle and they were free once more.

Hanging on tight, he reached one leg out to try and grab the keys with his foot. He fumbled a bit, grunting in frustration every time the key was knocked aside. And then one of the muscles in his toe spasmed, causing the key to fly off and onto the floor.

“Dammit!”

He lay there for what felt like hours, though in reality it was only 30 minutes. Lassiter could feel his hands growing numb from being held up for so long.

Finally finally finally, the front door opened once more. “Lassie?”

Lassiter was filled with relief. “Shawn!” And then almost immediately anger. “Spencer! Spencer I swear on my mothers if you don’t uncuff me from the damn bed right now-!”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Shawn had rushed in, realization apparent in his eyes. But he had something in his hands. Lassiter completely forgot what he was going to say next, and just stared at what Shawn was holding in disbelief.

“Did you go out for a smoothie while we were in the middle of sex?!”

Shawn froze, looking down at his drink. “…nnnno?” He lied, taking a sip.

They sat there in silence. Shawn, in an awkward way. Lassiter, in a seething anger way.

“…do you want a taste?”

“No, I want to get out of these damn cuffs!”

Shawn raised his hands up in defense. “Okay! Okay.” He looked at the nightstand where the key was sitting before. “Where’s the key?”

Lassiter blushed, and muttered, “I kicked it off.”

Shawn did a double take. “You what?”

He flushed and even deeper red. “I kicked it off the nightstand.”

A bubble of laughter came from Shawn. “You- why?”

“Well, I was trying to grab it with my feet so I could get myself out of this mess-”

Shawn stopped him. “Say no more, Carlytown. I’ll rescue you from this torment.” He leaned down and started looking for the key. It must have bounced under the bed when it fell.

“I knew we shouldn’t have used my cuffs.”

Again, Shawn couldn’t help the laugh that came out. “Oh really? That’s not what you were like earlier. You practically begged me to use these.”

“Oh, so you can remember that, but you can’t remember your boyfriend who you left buck-naked and handcuffed on the bed?”

Shawn just shook his head playfully, and stood up with the key in hand. “If I say I’m sorry, will you forgive me?”

Lassiter had to think real hard on that one. On one hand, he was still a little pissed. But on the other… well, how could he not forgive him, with a face like that?

“Yes. I forgive you Shawn.”

Leaning over, he quickly unlocked the cuffs. Lassiter pulled his hands back, massaging the wrists.

“Do you want an apology kiss?”

He rolled his eyes, but grinned. Shawn took that as a sign to pucker up and lean in. He eagerly met him in the middle, leaning further and further in until Shawn had been pushed onto his back with Lassiter on top.

“You better take those clothes off, Spencer. I don’t want to have to fuck you through your shitty denim jeans.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, Lassiekins.”

—————

Notes: damn. I don’t know if you guys could tell, but this short story has been brought to you by a hella aroace person.

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@aba-daba-dooo @birdyboylassie

[bullet-prooflove]

Hiii could u pls write 32)  “I’m always ready for a war again” for Tim Bradford. Thanks sm

Monster!Series:

Part One: Monster - Tim learns the reason you've been keeping your relationship a secret.

Part Two: The Gaslight (NSFW) - Tim tracks you down a month into your leave of absence.

Part Three: Stalemate - Captain Ashmore discovers your relationship with Tim.

Part Four: Foul Play - Ashmore employs another tactic in his hunt for you.

Part Five: Prayer - Tim comes face to face with his worst fear.

It’s past one in the morning and Captain Anthony Ashmore sits in his office, his left hand curled around a crystal tumbler of scotch and whilst an ice pack rests on his right, soothing the pain that ebbs across his split knuckles. The skin is raw and bruised already, he knows that it’ll be worse tomorrow. It doesn’t matter because there’s a catharsis in the pain. He got what he wanted, it’s all over now.

As he sits there, he thinks of you lying at his feet, beaten, broken, bloodied. The faint rasp of your breathing echoing in his ears before he’d knelt down beside you, his thumb trailing over your lower lip, smearing the blood like lipstick.

Goodbye my love, he had whispered before he kissed you.

He can still taste the copper in his mouth. It tastes bitter and sweet.  He’d placed his palm on the centre of your chest then, pressing down hard as that last breath had left your body.

It’s a powerful feeling, taking someone’s life, looking into their eyes during their final moments.

He hopes it’s Bradford that finds you, that the Sergent looks at you and knows that he did this, that he’s the one that killed you.

“He makes me come, in a way you never could.” You’d spat in his face when he’d confronted you about those pictures.

It’s those words that make him lose control, the sting of them, the knowledge that a man so far beneath him has brought you pleasure, that you think he’s better then Anthony. He doesn’t remember the first blow, or any of them really, only the rage that ate through his veins like a wildfire when he imagined Bradford’s hands on you, his name on your lips as he fucked you.

It’s only in the aftermath that he’d realised what he’d done, how far he’d gone. He’s done something similar once before, the night he put a gun in your mouth when he’d seen you and Hasim embracing. He hadn’t realised your partner was gay at that point, that him and his husband had just been cleared for adoption. That had been the catalyst for the divorce. You never documented it, just like you didn’t document all the other times he lost his shit.

Everything he did was because he loved you and you just couldn’t see it.

When they come to arrest him, he doesn’t expect it. He thought he’d covered his tracks, leveraging a few friends to provide him with an alibi, a late-night poker game. All three are well established fellow cops, it should have been enough. Afterall the other evidence is circumstantial. The bruises on his knuckles were from where someone had tried to mug him, he’d been too embarrassed to report it, he’d tell them.

What he hadn’t reckoned on was the video. He doesn’t remember seeing any cameras on the premises when he’d scouted the house previously which means you’d installed them not long before he’d arrived tonight.

It’s a set up; he realises as the handcuffs are fastened on his wrists. Something you’d orchestrated to catch him in the act. You’ve spent months evading him and then tonight when he’d drove past the house, the living room light had been on, and it was like a moth to a flame.

He laughs when he realises what you’ve done, it’s a hollow twisted sound that scratches across Angela’s nerve endings as she hauls him towards the door. Anthony’s always been taken by how well you can outthink a perp, it’s one of the things he’d loved about you.

“Fuck, she got me.” He says shaking his head. “She got me good.”

@redpool @malindacath @anime-weeb-4-life @burningpeachpuppy @viridianphtalo @vermillionwinter

[pavedinashes-if]

FREE PiA SNIPPET of your choice

######## !!! ######## Please read the descriptions of the scenes under the cut BEFORE voting. ######## !!! ########

There's so many gems there! Thank you for sending them in. Let's see what your hearts desire.

[EDIT: if a gender set MC snippet wins, I will ask the submitting person to write me, if they want the snippet to stay gender-set or if a gender neutral version works too. one of the submitting persons wrote they would have preferred to have picked a gender neutral version instead of sending in the gender-set one in the first place. feel free to do as you wish.]

SNIPPET DETAILS BELOW...

(1) MC x FRANCESCA / FRANCESCO - FLUFF

So a laying/cuddling in bed kiss for Fran, relationship status. Just sweet intimate moment

(2) MC x SAM - SURPRISE

Sam almost slamming the breaks on his police car when mc suddenly pops their head out on the backseat looking sleepy. And he didn't know they were in there. Thats the snippet idea

(3) MC x FELICIA / FELIX - JEALOUSY

Jealous snippet for our ex? Them looking at mc laughing with some others. Feeling jealous of mc having someone else's attention so fully. Wanting MC's attention to themselves and wanting to be selfish for once.

(4) f!MC x ALEX - HOSTILITY

Oh let's keep the hostility Idea for Alex, in a crushing stage? I feel like their could be some sensual tension in the air in that kind of scenario. Maybe we could do it with a how to say Femme fatale MC, not the kind to be hostile like Alex will be, wracked? him up (is that the exact word?) with sensuality and whispering in the ear before walking away

(5) f!MC x SAM - LIBRARY

So my sweet girl Hester, a book nerd, finds herself crushing on her neighbor Sam and maybe they encounter each other in the library. She'd be so flustered trying to make conversation (and maybe tries to hide the smutty book she's reading)

(6) f!MC x MICHAEL - EMERGENCY

some nerve-racking scary grays anatomy style moment where mc is getting brought in all bloody and unconscious after she got hit by a car wile riding on her skate to work.

(7) f!MC x ALEX - ELEVATOR

Alex getting stuck in an elevator with MC. Ohhh fuck my life! To get stuck out of all people it had to be the man hat hates me, that is mean to MC and bullies MC every. fucking. time! also MC having a huge crush on Alex that just fucking irritates MC to her bones. Stupid Alex making her feel all fluttery and her brain covered in uwy guwy syrup that makes it hard to be quick witted with him like you always are. Whats with the shyness? You're BOLD! You're strong! So why you acting like that!? Its all his fault, with his stupidly nice broad shoulders, and his hot tattoos peaking out of those sleeves you wish to trace with your....stop!......but those lips, why they look so soft....that smart STUPID mouth of his you would put to good work....STOP! It's getting really hot in here! There is no air! NO AIR! We will suffocate here! WE WILL DIEEEEEOMG I NEED TO GET OUT!

(8) f!MC x SAM - HANDCUFFS

its 2 am. you cant fall asleep no matter what you do. you sit around and decide to clean your apartment a bit, its a mess 'cause you had no time for that. You sort your kitchen out, tidy your bathroom, work your bedroom when you spy something shiny under the bed...you take a look and find a pair of handcuffs. TF? This are not yours. Who's then? While you're searching your mind for possibilities....you are fidgeting with them and CLICK. You look down, at your wrist....fuck. Ohhhh FUCK! You closed them tightly on your wrist. Frantically you start searching for the key. If there are handcuffs, there MUST be a key! You look everywhere, your apartment looks even worst now....and you remember you have a cop living next to you....ohhhh fuuuuck. Lets go. MC is a little menace & troublemaker, is bold but gets easily flustered. 

(9) f!MC x LAURENZ - HOUSE PARTY

its another Friday night, and mc finds herself at a house party (more likely a apartment party) everyone from the scene is there, its loud, smokey a lot of crazy shit happening. So you find yourself going to the balcony for some fresh air to clear your head after 3 vodka shots. You breath in...out and relax into the night....until you feel someone standing behind. You turn and see Laurenz. You see his intense gaze roaming over your face, you feel his breath on your skin. He is too close. What is he going to do...fight? Again? or.....You see he is trying to decide as well....... regarding MC on L's route, Im still deciding if I should go full antagonist or quite but "murderous look in her eyes" kinda vibe. Whats the most angsty but steamy route with him? 👀  idk so u choose

(10) f!MC x DIMA - EAVESDROPPING

I really are excited for the snippet, im sure people have some amazing ideas! but I'll try to throw my stupid idea in as well... I really enjoyed the scary throat grabbing Sasha scene and Sasha + Dima bar scene, so what about a scene where mc  is about to enter Dimas office for something and sees the door slightly open and voices coming out having a very angry, heated discussion. Mc is getting closer and recognizes its Sasha and Dima...she never heard them speak to each other like that....she stops not knowing what to do but stays there paralyzed with curiosity and fear. She hears her name thrown like a dirty word from Sasha followed with some russian...so its about her...is it because the way Dima started looking at her? Watching her work? He stands in the dark, but Danie always feels when he is watching...like a hunter from an ambush. She enjoys it, but would never admit it, it makes her warm in places and her heart race. Something hits a hard surface and Dima says something in a growl that she cannot make out.  MC is female. Danie (short from Daniela) Average hight, slim build, long blond hair, bottle green eyes, fair skin (how fucking generating I know). Doesn't show emotions easily but has some charm to her , is very perceptive, stubborn, will say what she thinks, will mess you up if someone is messing with the people she cares for cause there are only few of them. Wears only black, simple and neat, total black chuck taylor converse, black straight leg jeans, black skin tight longsleeve and her favorite old leather jacket (the grungiest, worn down oldest thing she owns).  

(11) MC x FRANCESCA / FRANCESCO

Fr, I remeber a while ago you've answered an ask with something like how they would've enjoyed to watch a football match (from juventus? I think?) with mc. So if this isn't in the story already (lol!) can you write a little something with this? pretty please? <3

(12) MC x ANY RO (I'll pick one)

Their reaction to mc coming from outside with wet clothes from the rain that hug every inch of their body

[totalfknloser]

hii sorry if this is too soon after my last request (which i loved btw your writing is perfect) but i was rewatching deathgasm today n i noticed zakk literally has handcuffs hanging from his rear view mirror and like .. there is no way his horny ass only has those there for decoration

so anyways yeah maybe a lil smut of zakk using handcuffs on reader pretty please 🙏🙏 thank youuu

no it’s okay i absolutely adore all the requests! also my literal verbal reaction was “OOOOH I LIKE THIS ONE!” deadass. like i didn’t even notice this?! THIS IS SO HOT?! OKAY FREAKY ZAKK?? ZAKK A FREAK MAYBE CANONICALLY? i’m gonna add some edging because it fit!! also oral sex reader receiving and i’m probably gonna bring the handcuffs back in future writing cause DAMN that’s hot also yall i like never spell check so i’m sorry if i mess up words lol

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⛧ the first time you went over to Zakk’s you didn’t notice them at first. then the second time you asked him about it. “What are these for?” you questioned, pointing towards the handcuffs. “Kinky fucking.” Zakk stated bluntly. before you got to know Zakk, his boldness caught you off guard a lot, but now you’re used to it. which is weird because something about what he said gave you butterflies in your stomach.

⛧ once you two started dating, you learnt all about what Zakk was into, wether it was in conversation, or you were exploring things together physically. honestly, you weren’t that surprised about Zakk being a little freaky. the whole kinky thing seemed to kind of radiate off of him somehow.

⛧ eventually, the curiosity came up to you. you had to ask Zakk if he wanted to use the handcuffs on you. “Heyyy, Zakk.” you said, a nervous trembling in your voice. “What?” he responded. “Do you think you’d could uh, use those uhm, handcuffs o-on me..?” you asked, avoiding eye contact from embarrassment. “Yeah, sure. When though?” Zakk said, one of his hands coming down to caress your thigh. “Does now work?” you questioned, finally looking up at him with pleading eyes.

⛧ your body was a shaky nervous mess, your face beet red as Zakk was over half of you. you were lying on the bed, wrists up for the boy to restrain you. Zakk was standing against the bed, locking your hands against the bed post. “Sweet.” Zakk mumbled to himself as he removed his hands from your now locked wrists.

⛧ you looked up at him, still overwhelmingly nervous as he crawled on top of you. one of Zakk’s hands trailed down to your inner thighs, rubbing the sensitive skin that was between it. his touch was causing you to let out soft moans which got louder when the stimulation was paired with Zakk sucking on your neck, jaw, and collarbone.

⛧ Zakk eventually moved to in between your legs, licking and sucking you, making you let out whines and slutty moans mixed with a lot of heavy panting. “Fuck, oh my god! Zakk.. Feels so good.” you whined. Zakk chuckled as a response.

⛧ just as you were getting close, Zakk stopped. “Why’d you stop?” you cried. “I wanna have you beg for me.” he replied. “Zakk, please. please i want more i wanna cum.” you pleaded. “Good.” he whispered to you.

⛧ he began sucking and licking again, making you moan and make other slutty sounds from pleasure. Zakk was rock hard at the sounds you were making, the sight he had in front of him, and the way you tasted. his cock is begging to be touched.

⛧ lewd wet sounds, Zakk’s muffled grunts, and your whines filled the hot air of the room. you were extra sensitive because of the edging, getting closer to cumming faster than before. once Zakk knew you were gonna cum soon, he stopped again. “Zaaaakkk!” you whined loudly. he chuckled once again, amused at how you were so desperate to cum. “Zakk please, let me cum! pleeaaase!” you yelped. in response, Zakk started sucking and licking again, harder and faster than before.

⛧ after more sucking, licking, and kisses, Zakk knew you were gonna cum. this time though, Zakk didn’t stop. “Oh, fuck!” you moaned, your eyes watering from the overwhelming pleasure, you were in pure heaven. Zakk eagerly licked up and swallowed all your cum, happy to finally let you cum for him.

⛧ instead of whines and moans, your mouth was now letting fast and heavy pants out. “Oh my god. Zakk, you’re incredible.” you whispered, sweat beading down your face. “I know.” Zakk smirked. “You taste so fucking good.” he added. you smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

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hi i hope this was okay 😭 as always tell me if u want something different, give me suggestions and ideas, and yeah! THANK YOU

[patrochillesvibes]

Are there any possible "Sex Sent Me To The ER" scenarios with Patrochilles?😈😈

I once read a fic with a sounding incident!

And I did co-write a fic involving anal tears with @knicknocknick

I’m sorry anon, but I don’t really have the most thrilling answers for you 😔 See, Patroclus is an excellent Daddy who takes very good care of his bratchilles. Of course there have been incidents, but nothing so serious...

They both end up with quite a bit of bruising. Achilles has a preference for very hard spankings, so his backside will often be thoroughly bruised. Pat loves to manhandle Achilles and Achilles loves to be manhandled. Achilles usually has fingerprint bruising on his hips/waist.

Achilles is a biter and scratcher. Especially when Achilles gets his nails done, Pat’s back will be scratched up. Pat often sports bite marks along his shoulders. Achilles in turn will often have some beard burn along his inner thigh and in a *ahem* more intimate area.

More than once Achilles has hit his head on the headboard from the force of Pat’s thrusts, but that usually only leaves (at most) a lump.

A few times they fell off the bed, but (at most) that was more bruising and perhaps a hurt wrist. Achilles usually finds it funny and is eager to resume from this new position.

Achilles is prissy about only one thing: rug burns. He HATES them. He’s one of those crazy people with a 25-step skincare routine, so it really fucking bothers him when his skin gets irritated. Whenever Achilles is on his knees and carpet/rug is involved, he must have a blanket, pillow, or something. He will whine and bitch endlessly otherwise.

Anal tears are not common but have happened. It’s usually from Achilles saying he’s already prepped (not a lie, but it was a rushed job) and Pat believing him. See, Patroclus is big. He’s at least 8-inches and THICK. Achilles is the biggest baby when he gets a tear. He will act like he’s dying.

In my hcs, Achilles is physically smaller than Pat. He’s at most 5’8” and lithe with toned, not bulky, muscles (cross between a distance runner and a gymnast) (<- all to maintain the androgynous look). But he is by no means “light.” Being a spoiled princess, he often insists on being carried. Please everyone, let’s say a silent prayer 🙏 for Pat’s back. Pat has definitely thrown out his back more than once. Of course this never deters Achilles who will just ride Pat until his back is better.

Patroclus is extremely picky about restraints. He absolutely hates handcuffs (they’re dangerous) (Achilles got locked in a pair once bcs he absentmindedly threw away the key. No injuries, but Pat did have to go to Walmart at 2am to buy bolt cutters). The regular cuffs they use are of the finest leather and are well-padded. There will be no wrist injuries (or gods forbid ankle injuries 😱) under Pat’s watch.

They’re not into rope play (they tried it once and Achilles had a panic attack from like a PTSD thing), so no rope injuries thank goodness.

Achilles is really into breath play, of course, but Pat’s a doctor so it’s fine. Mostly Achilles just enjoys the feeling of Pat’s palm around his throat. HOWEVER unrelated to breath play, Achilles has blacked out from an orgasm as well as fainted during scenes. The fainting was from not eating enough. Pat’s a doctor, so he was able to take care of him. Pat too has blacked out from am orgasm on more than one occasion (the first time it happened Achilles got very scared and had a panic attack).

Probably the most “extreme” injury was when Pat broke his nose. It was one of those infamous bathroom incidents. Let’s just say that some vigorous thrusting led to some bottles of body gels getting knocked over which in turn led to Pat tripping and smashing his face into shower tile. Pat was able to fix himself up, so no ER. It really freaked Achilles out tho to the point where he almost fainted. For a few days after they had to be very careful with kissing which made Achilles very anxious (he did a lot of fretting over Pat).

Achilles is a big fan of beach sex (not Pat), but rarely is it an enjoyable experience for either of them. Which Achilles always conveniently forgets despite whining for days afterwards about rashes from the sand and having to douche to clear out sand in most unfortunate places. Sand has gotten under their foreskin too. Ouch.

Speaking of outdoor sex...

Mosquitos adore Achilles. Once they went hiking and a quickie on the trail was ruined by mosquitos (at first Achilles was really into Pat slapping him, but he prefers to get slapped on the ass not other bony parts of his body) Achilles was an absolute miserable bitch for the rest of the day due to the itchy bites and ruined orgasm.

They once took a holiday at a lake house. There was a little private dock for a rowboat and two kayaks. A quickie on the dock led to Achilles getting a splinter in his ass. Pat found it hilarious. Achilles found it humiliating and was so upset with Pat.

There was also a most unfortunate incident with fire ants. That was also on a hike. Their selection of a spot for a picnic lunch was poor and made worse when dessert turned into sex. Thankfully the number of bites were manageable (the tears Achilles shed was probably worse).

And now for the one time where they did actually go to the hospital:

It was their anniversary. They’re both healthy and robust, but Achilles’ stamina is a bit higher than Pat’s. It’s never usually a problem. Except this was a very special anniversary and, naturally, they planned to spend most of their anniversary fucking. Achilles gently suggests maybe trying Viagra which he just so happens to have brought with him. Because it’s in a prescription bottle, Pat assumes he got it from his doctor. He didn’t. He got it from a random hotel employee. Let’s just say it was a special concoction similar to what male porn stars use (in Achilles defense he honestly thought it was regular Viagra). Pat noticed by hour 5 something was up, and by hour 6 he was in the ER from the pain of an engorged dick. Pat had never been in such pain in his life. The drs and nurses were laughing at the 'stupid tourists'. (Achilles did not see the danger in the situation and was not at all happy about leaving their hotel room. He believed that more orgasms would solve the problem.)

Thank you for the ask! Do you have any hcs on this?

[planetdream]

I NEED TO SUCK CHRISTOPHER BANG CHAN OFF RN RN RN LIKE RN LIKE AFTER THAT THIRST TRAP HE JUST POSTED DADDY SORRY EXCUSE ME - 🎟️

as someone with a bind age kink those handcuffs r taking me OUT. - 🎟️

alright. [smut—facefucking. not edited. 574 words]

the handcuffs aren't very practical, he thought, but chris knew they would come in handy. he's got you on your knees, hands behind your back, and the red handcuffs bound to your wrist. the handcuffs are tight, digging into your skin but it's going to be worth it later when he kisses the pain away.

you look up at him, lips plump around the tip of his cock; thick red lip gloss and spit smeared across your cheeks and the length of his dick. he looks like a god from your position below him, so big and broad; and his presence alone forms a thick cloud of lust and tension that shifts in the air.

but from chris' position, you look beautiful as always—even if you are a mess right now. eyes a bit red from the tears that are now staining your face (most of which he'd already wiped away), and he thinks your lipgloss, now practically all over your face, looks good on you. you're his pretty little thing and he's the one that gets to ruin and make a mess of you.

after wiping the remainder of your loose tears, chan's right hand resorts to it's original resting place—the back of your neck, rough and firm against your skin. "tilt your head back for me, yeah?"

you follow his orders and watch a small smirk creep on his face. knowingly, you open your mouth wide, tongue slightly dipping out of your mouth. and with his cock in his hand, chan taps the head against your tongue, dragging his cock down to the tip of your tongue before thrusting back into your mouth, slowly.

you tense up a bit, and chan mumbles a few words, encouraging you to relax for him. and it takes a few minutes but before you know it, your nose is tickling against his skin and his entire cock is resting inside of your throat. he stays like that, holding you flush against him with the hand against the back of your neck. and he looks down at you, watching how tears once against well up in your waterline.

so he lets you breath; momentarily. thrusting out completely before fucking back into your mouth. the shallowness of his thrusts get deeper as he fucks into your mouth quicker, though gradually. chan gives you time to adjust, but barely time to breath and catch up, leaving you nothing to do but relax into him and take it.

"so fucking good," his voice is low, deeper, rougher even. heavy moans escape his mouth freely, unable to hold himself back; and you love it, moaning around his cock as appreciation for him and everything he's given you.

by the time he cums it's with a deep, guttural groan. similar to the sounds he makes when he's by himself, stroking his cock. he holds your head against him once more, burying himself deep down your throat so you have no other choice but to swallow his cum. both of your bodies practically vibrating and on fire when he cums—though for separate reasons.

it takes him a minute to let you go, and a bit longer for him to fully come back to earth. but once he does, chan is the sweetest. freeing you from the handcuffs that have restrained you for what felt like hours, and dragging you to the bathroom to clean you up and care for you.

[smutsterprocrastiwriter]

I had to delay a lot on this one because it took me a few rewrites. I'm worried this might've not been decent as I want it to be, but hope you like it!

nutember pieces

day 6. whipping.

sam and reader.

The afternoon may be hot, but it gets opposite when it comes to Sam's red room. The shiny wooden floor is pretty cold, the whole interior is lit in red from the neon lights leaking out of the corners of the room.

You were cuffed in a bed, elevated slightly which in surprise gave you comfort—your back still warm from the rounds and rounds of whipping Sam did onto your back. You asked him to be merciless of you, to treat you like a prisoner like all the other prisoners he has. You know damn good that Sam is a ruthless kind of bad, and he does it so well.

Just before he did what you told him to, he planted soft kisses from your shoulder up to your jawline and onto your lips. He pampered you with his tender kisses and touches before he cupped your cheek—your eyes locked onto his, a maroon blush on your cheeks when you look at his pure smile.

"Ready for it?" he whispers.

You nod.

"Yes, Sir."

You were the cuffed to the bed, your whole back facing him in the flesh.

And so the torture began.

Every few seconds, the room is filled with sheer noises of agony, followed by the cracking sounds of the whip—your tears streamed down your face, muttering please's and more's and anything because you're all hazed into the feeling of being his slave.

Your melodic groans and pleadings are music to his ears—a smile on his face and a rock-hard on the crotch while he enjoys watching you suffer under his whip and mercy.

You're fully exposed and you can only do nothing about it. The only thing that lives in your head rent-free in those moments is that you deserved his whips and you don't care why. All you care is that he owns you, imprisons you, and can rightfully treat you this way.

Now, he wanted to make you face him front as heremoved you from those handcuffs. You collapsed against him in exhaustion upon freeing your wrists which instantly made him concerned.

"Hey, are you alright?" Sam said, looking at you in worry.

"Probably not," you muttered. "Can we take a break?"

"Sure, love," he kissed you on the forehead. "You've been a very good girl for me."

He then gave you some rest with indulging on some really nice food and drink after cranking the bed into its normal position. He sits beside you, staring at you and smiling in adornment, both on your face and the redness coloring the entirety of your back.

You two both talk and say some sweet nothings before he continues with your punishment almost half an hour later, bed elevated back to a near-right angle as before. You feel a hit of cold air once your front body faces the open and a wash of comfort as your back leans against the fluffy cushion.

You fall back into your headspace the moment his whip hit your belly. From there, the warm streaks of red from his whiplashes spread from your abdomen to your waist, some drawing across your collarbone.

You take the sharpness and soreness of the pains with every moan of suffering—one that arouses the both of you, turning your head left and right to the direction of the whips, and glancing onto Sam, whose pair of eyes make a fierce gaze, irises darkening in lust. He sees you tearing up again, begging him to stop, but he just kept on slashing you for a few more rounds before he deems you had enough—your flower throbbing in wetness throughout seeing his sadistic, small smile.

The session approaches its end. It leaves you exhausted, but no doubt it was worth it. You ask him to keep you cuffed for a little more though, so you haven't got off of it as yet, but he already set the bed into laying flat again.

He left you alone in the room for a while, making you take in the isolation, looking back at the torture he put you through. You were treated just as you wanted—a prisoner, but moreover—you're his favorite prisoner.

A soft creak of the opening door breaks the silence that filled this room, making you eye up and look at Sam entering as he shuts the door behind him. With a warm smile on his face, he approaches you and sits on the side of the bed, gazing at the healing scarlet blush on your body, your pair of breasts being the only one unaffected.

It's warm and it stings for a bit. But he whispers, "you'll be alright." while he trails his fingers across your cheek like you're delicate glass. You find yourself smiling, the room seeming to color more from the joy you felt hearing those simple words.

[billyharringson]

Bound Tight with your Love

A Harringrove for Turkey fill for the amazing @ihni who wanted me to tie Billy up, and as always I am more than willing to do that to our boy.

Rating: Mature

Words: 1k

Also on AO3

When Billy had asked Steve if he would ever be willing to tie him up, his face hidden in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck in an attempt to hide his blush, he had figured that maybe Steve would handcuff him at the most. He hadn’t expected this.

As he looked down at the myriad of rope, ribbon and more handcuff types than he’d thought existed he realised that he really shouldn’t have been surprised. Ever since they had started fucking, before they’d realised that they were actually in love with each other and not just fooling around, Steve had been intense in bed. Billy had never seen the other boy more focused on one thing than when he was coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of him. It was like Steve had made it his mission to learn every inch of Billy’s body, every touch that would make him gasp, every murmured word that would get Billy to go weak and pliant beneath him.

“I want you to pick which one we start with baby. I think you’ll look gorgeous in all of them, but I have a different idea for each.” Steve whispered against his skin, dropping a kiss to his shoulder as he wound his arms around Billy’s waist from behind.

Billy swallowed loudly, his eyes fixated on the length of red rope piled in the centre of the bed. He wondered if Steve had somehow managed to get his hands on some of those magazines that Eddie had once showed him. Billy hadn’t been interested in the girls splayed out over the glossy pages, but something about the way the dark rope had looked as it crisscrossed over pale skin had stuck with him. “This one.”

“Great choice sweetheart.” Another kiss to his shoulder before Steve grasped the coil of rope. “Okay, I want you naked and kneeling in the middle of the room. Face the mirror baby, so that you can see yourself when I’m done.”

Billy complied instantly, something about the calm authority of Steve’s tone causing any previous apprehension to fade away. He knelt on the plush carpet of Steve’s bedroom, trying to focus on his breathing as he rested his hands on his knees. He glanced up as Steve petted a gentle hand through his hair, the other boy’s smile so loving that he nearly sobbed.

“So good for me.” Steve said lowly. “We should do stuff like this more often.” With that he looped the rope over Billy’s shoulders so that it hung limply from him like a scarf, before producing a hair tie and securing Billy’s curls into a bun. “There, don’t want it to get caught, do we?” He asked rhetorically, returning to the rope and making sure that he had an even amount on both sides of the blond.

The soft touches and gentle caresses as Steve deftly looped the rope around his body lulled Billy into a sort of daze, the only thing keeping him grounded was the rough drag of the rope against his skin. He lifted his arms when Steve gave him a small tap, letting the brunette run the rope under his armpits and back down through the pattern that was emerging.

“Lift onto your knees baby, there’s a good boy.” Steve ordered before threading the two lengths of rope through his thighs, one on either side of his cock. He moved round so that he was behind the blond and Billy got the first glimpse of how he looked. He let out a gasp, the perfect pattern of diamonds that now ran down his chest highlighting every muscle that he’d worked so hard to maintain. “See baby? See how beautiful you are?” Steve asked, taking hold of Billy’s arms and moving them so that they were held behind him, securing the rope around his wrists.

Billy let out a desperate whine before he could stop himself, closing his eyes as Steve stood. He hadn’t expected to feel this way, he’d thought it would be exciting, and it was, just not in the hot and heavy way that their bedroom acts usually were. It was almost like he was floating, Steve had treated him with such softness, touching him in a way that was pure love, and as his boyfriend cupped the back of his head, scratching at his scalp he couldn’t stop the little sob that escaped him.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Steve asked, stepping in front of him, effectively blocking his view of the mirror. “What’s wrong?”

Billy gazed up at the man that he loved more than anything in the world. Realising, for maybe the first time, despite how often Steve said it, that Steve felt the same way about him. “Nothing.” He whispered, despite the tears slowly tracking down his cheeks. “Nothing’s wrong.” He tilted his head into Steve’s caress as the other boy cupped his cheek and wiped away his tears. “I just…I just feel safe. You make me feel safe.”

Steve knelt down in front of him so that they were at the same level, holding his face with both hands now as he smiled. “My beautiful boy, do you know how happy that makes me?” He asked, leaning forward and kissing the blond when Billy didn’t answer. “That you trust me enough to do this, that you would let me have control like this. I love you so much Billy.”

“I love you too Steve.” Billy murmured against his lips, unwilling to move away yet. They kissed for longer than Billy could count. Soft, loving touches in the safety of Steve’s room. Steve running his hands over the mix of hard rope and soft skin that knelt before him, and Billy letting him. For possibly the first time ever not worried that he had no control, no ability to get out of this by himself. Because he knew that the moment he wanted it to stop, Steve would stop. That he’d unwind his bonds with the same care and attention that he’d shown putting them on him.

[oraclekleo]

Hii Kleo hope you're doing good and making lots of memories with your fur babies 🥰. I was intrigued to participate in your spicy version of kiss marry kill . And here's my result. Also I'm switch ? Like more on the dominant side but yeah ... so I was thinking I would love to be handcuffed by Park Seojoon 🙈 too . And for rest I want to dominate them . My sun -> Moon -> Rising = Aries -> Taurus -> Scorpio .

Strictly 18+ Content ahead. Minors do not engage!

alaezasmystery235 - Blindfold / Handcuff / Spank

Spread: BHS Tarot Deck(s): Dark Wood Tarot, Tarot of Sexual Magic

Park Seo Joon Handcuffs you - Ace of Swords, Ace of Swords

Seriously, what are the chances you get TWO aces of swords? Lol! Anyway! Looks like this is truly something Seo Joon is into. He’s likely to take his time properly binding your wrists and maybe ankles, too. Don’t expect those fluffy handcuffs, though, this man has props from movies he played in and will either use police metal handcuffs or just straight up wrap you in the most detailed shibari bondage. Looking gentle most of the time, he unchains the demon in him when it comes to handcuffs and he will encourage you to pull and squirm. He might even pretend he lost the key accidentally. Oops! You gotta stay in bed, honey!

Wi Ha Joon is Blindfolded by you - 5 of Wands, Ace of Pentacles

Wi Ha Joon might actually put on a little fight at first, not really wanting to be blindfolded as he loves to look at you. You have to overpower him there. Once he’s got his eyes covered, things get hot and sensual. You are likely to start teasing his other senses, especially touch and taste. Touching him, stroking, scratching and tracing his skin with a feather or an ice cube, just to pull some hisses and moans out of his lips. While Ha Joon is at your mercy, you feed him with grapes or strawberries or whatever you feel fit. Randomly and unexpectedly kissing him all over his body, leaving hot wet marks on him and driving him insane.

Ji Chang Wook gets spanked by you - 7 of Swords, 5 of Wands

I can see you have a talent for spanking. And Ji Chang Wook is not the one to complain about it. He’s likely to deliberately act bratty just to inspire you to punish him. Being insufferable, Ji Chang Wook is likely to tease you till you lose patience with him and command him to drop his pants down at this instant. You don’t even need to use any tools like whips or floggers, you feel completely confident about using your palm to punish Chang Wook’s behaviour. I see a certain sneakiness in the cards and daring vibe. While Chang Wook moans with delight from the last slap, you can’t resist biting him and driving him completely wild.

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[sirwilliam945-blog]

Foreplay

Foreplay©

By: William Phenn

Foreplay as we know it,

Is prelude to a love.

A meaningful beginning,

For a man and his sweet dove.

 It starts with so much kissing,

Her lips her neck and eyes.

To get her to forget about,

The other rowdy guys.

 Then once the kissing is over,

The real dance it begins.

You start to peel her coverings,

Like fragile onion skins.

The first thing is her blouse,

The buttons you undo.

The next thing is that sexy skirt,

But she’ll do that for you.

 You help her with her sexy heels,

She now is short and sweet.

And her sexy silky stockings,

You gently roll so neat.

 With a hand upon your shoulder,

She steadies herself firm.

So as you pull the last one off,

Her little toes do squirm.

You now stand up and face her,

This Princess of your dreams.

You hug her and embrace her,

Until she begs and screams.

 Then after much more hugging,

And her neck oh so red.

You cease the crazy kissing,

And haul her off to bed.

 Up in your arms you hold her,

She does not fight at all.

You lay her on the king sized bed,

And fake a goofy fall.

 Your body falling on her,

You make sure it’s not for real.

You slowly drift on top of her,

Her urgency you feel.

 With teasing loving motions,

Her bra will disappear.

But not those soft pink panties,

So lovely and so sheer.

 Your shirt she helps unbutton,

Too slowly for your taste.

You tear it off so quickly,

You have no time to waste.

 Your pants she does unbuckle,

The zipper she slides down.

You get up quickly off the bed,

While she pulls them to the ground.

 So now you stand before her,

Erect as a man can be.

She sees that she’s in for a treat.

Her eyes light up with glee.

 Your T-shirt rips off easily,

And soon you’re standing bare.

Except for one last garment,

You tease her with a stare.

 The bulge is quite impressive,

The twitch she chuckles at.

But when she tugs your shorts off,

She sees the baseball bat.

 She stares in such amazement,

She can’t believe her eyes.

She turns away so quickly,

To run away she tries.

 But you move much more swiftly,

And catch her by the arm.

And reassure her gently,

That Roscoe means no harm.

 You kiss her wild eyes softly,

A tender kiss or two.

Then move down to her neck and ears,

And whisper what you’ll do.

 Amazing things you tell her,

Such acts she��s never seen.

She tells you very honestly,

That’s where she’s never been.

 You nuzzle up quite close to her,

Your hand is on her chest.

You slowly move it in to play,

Upon her supple breast.

 She sighs as you continue,

Your cool erotic dance.

Her mind begins to wander,

To places of romance.

 She thinks of Tropic Islands,

While you play with her mounds.

She whispers uncontrollably,

Those soft erotic sounds.

 She throws her arms around you,

And pulls you to her chest.

She tells you that she loves you,

And how you are the best.

 You smile and you are grateful,

Your Princess she is pleased.

But you have just got started,

Your Princess you’ve just teased.

 Now starting to acquaint her,

With what love is about.

You gently take her by the wrists,

And bring the handcuffs out.

In one smooth easy motion,

The cool steel clamps her tight.

You tell her the first rule of love,

It’s Trust, so it’s alright.

 Now that she is helpless,

You grin that evil grin.

And start to show her finally,

How True Love shall begin.

 You kiss her eyes and wanton lips,

Continue to her neck and ears.

You whisper so seductively,

To cast away her fears.

 Her soft and creamy shoulders,

Your lips may linger there.

But you want to express your love,

And show her that you care.

 So down your lips continue,

Your tongue it seeks the spot.

The truly one magnificent,

The one that makes her Hot!

 You glide down on her belly,

Your raspy tongue does play.

You suck up all the goodness,

Your Princess does display.

 With moist lips you discover,

Her belly button found.

You bury your head deep inside,

And flick your tongue around.

 Dropping even lower,

Below her waist you go.

Your tongue is on a mission,

To that erotic place you know.

 Your hands placed on her waistband,

You pull her panties off.

She squirms a little from you,

You see her moistened trough.

You couldn’t help but notice,

How wet and warm she was.

You know she’ll go ballistic,

When Roscoe starts to buzz.

 Your nostrils are attracted,

To an exotic musky scent.

With lips and tongue you find its source,

Her volcano you will vent.

 Such calculating gestures,

Your lips and tongue they make.

You press them to her honey pot,

And cause a violent quake.

 Before your tongue can enter,

She tries to pull away.

But your strong arms will pin her,

So there is where she’ll stay.

 Your head is now so buried,

Within her thighs so deep.

She writhes and screams for you to stop,

But you don’t hear a peep.

 The handcuffs they are holding,

Her arms so she won’t fight.

She needs what you are doing,

To be Loved so good tonight.

 With gasps of breath she feels you,

Your rough tongue did its job.

With wild convulsive actions,

She breaks into a sob.

 Such screaming and such thrashing,

You’ve never seen before.

It makes you very happy,

And you please your Princess more.

Your tongue performed its magic,

Now the digits want their turn.

They want to tweak her button,

And make her tushy burn.

 So slowly they do part the folds,

The hood they lift in praise.

Your fingers searching deeper,

Such passion they do raise.

 They find what they are seeking,

Her lovely maiden head.

But your fingers do not enter,

You use your tongue instead.

 With wrists still bound securely,

She twists and turns her hips.

Which makes it more exciting,

For your tongue between her lips.

 Her volcano starts erupting,

And you sense her passion grow.

Her nectar it starts flooding you,

Like a molten Lava flow.

 You reach up and behind her,

The handcuffs you release.

Her panting eases down a bit,

She thinks you’ll give her peace.

 But that is not the game plan,

For she knows not what you’ll do.

She’s made it through Phase I so far,

But now there is Phase II.

 You take her by her lovely wrists,

And sit her up in bed.

Your fingers slowly rub the spot,

Where the handcuffs made them red.

You kiss her wrists, her fingers, her hands,

You part her ruby lips.

Your tongues dives deep inside her mouth,

While you firmly hold her hips.

 She shudders with excitement,

As she feels your growing need.

She moans a sigh of pleasure,

When she feels your hardened steed.

 You turn to lay beside her,

Your head is facing south.

She knows you’re up to something,

When her mound meets with your mouth.

 With your demanding fingers,

Her thighs she spreads for you.

And as you move close to her,

Her hands are busy too.

 As you moved closer to her,

She took you by the core,

And closed her fingers on you,

Her lips they begged for more.

 She knew what you were doing,

Her passion rose quite high.

Now she clutched you in her hands,

You know the reason why.

 Engrossed in what you’re doing,

Her fantasy made real.

Your heart stops for a moment,

When her lips upon you feel.

 Your beautiful shy Princess,

A woman now possessed.

Becomes the flaming Vixen,

That she has long repressed.

 Engulfing you completely,

She knows just how to please.

She’ll drain you of your substance,

And bring you to your knees.

 Before you know what hit you,

Your loins they tremble so.

Convulsions rock your body,

And your juices you let go.

She’s made you very happy,

Now the rest is up to you.

You put your arms around her,

And enter as you do.

 You need to start out easy,

So much has happened here.

You continue reassuring her,

She has nothing to fear.

 Your member is exploding,

It wants so much to dive.

But you keep it on a tether,

Till that moment does arrive.

 With slow seductive movements,

You keep the flame alive.

Her constant glowing embers,

Help lubricate the drive.

 Such orchestrated actions,

Your body does perform.

You feel the heat of her inside,

And prepare for such a storm.

 Your pace though slightly quickened,

Does not convey much haste.

This wonderfully blissful moment,

You do not want to waste.

 With kisses you impale her,

Her breasts your fingers squeeze.

The nipples that you twist and turn,

Beg your attention, “Please”.

 You notice her reaction,

To what you’ve done so far.

You have much better entry,

To your flaming Shooting Star.

 Now once again you quicken,

Your thrusts are fast and deep.

You want to introduce her to,

The joys of love she’ll reap.

 Your every stroke affects her,

In ways you do not know.

It takes her to such splendid heights,

To places you can’t go.

 Your swelling, pulsing member,

Is working overtime.

You want her to enjoy so much,

You want her bells to chime.

 Now the pace slows to a crawl,

You ease it in and out.

You tease her lovely honey pot,

You know what that’s about.

 Take head to build the fire,

With kindling from the best.

So when you do apply the coals,

She’ll forget about the rest.

 You gather up the forces,

That brought her to the brink.

And now you hope she’s ready,

You’ve done it all, she’ll think.

 Her nectar is still boiling,

Eruption is at hand.

You take it slow and carefully,

It needs to be quite grand.

 Volcanic juices flowing,

You feel her down below.

Your own are almost bursting,

But you continue very slow.

 “Yes now”, she screams,

With a shrieking voice.

You know that you,

Don’t have a choice.

 You brace her for,

That great attack,

Too late now,

No turning back.

 Your final plunge is swift and deep,

It lets her know what is to be.

You hold her with a mighty grip,  

And blast her like a raging sea.

 Her eyes wide with astonishment,

She hugs you very tight.

You see her tears of ecstasy,

On this starry moonlight night.

 Vivaldi in the background,

Does not drown out the cries,

Her joy is so magnificent,

Emancipation in her eyes.

 You’ve brought her out of hiding,

Your love has shown the way.

She now can see the meaning,

True love is here to stay.