#foot reveal 😳

[wheelersblue]

happy byler day 😎

[miguelhugger2099]

Just a silly little request👉👈

Do u think fem!reader likes to wear crop top with no bra and Miguel's boxer. You two are just flirting and teasing each other until Miguel decided to toss the remote to reader for movie night and reflex, she tries to catch it reveal her tits and Miguel just "😳... Nice catch..." And smut if u want. Having his hands speezing them I'm going insane 😭😭

Just One Touch

a/n: this ask has been in my inbox for so long and ur not gonna believe what got me out of my month long stump to write this. everyone thank sir-mix-a-lot's song "ride" it possessed me and gave me energy. excuse the crappy writing, i'm still lowk having writers block so it's not my greatest work. please enjoy and as alwayssss i can rewrite this if you'd like <3 Art: mar_mar0u on instagram ! Unedited btw, plz dont crucify me ill die :(

It wasn’t unusual for you and Miguel to wind down after the sun had set. Movie night was a must, whether it was cheesy romcoms for you to sob to, horror movies for Miguel to be annoyed at, or even action movies to make fun of–as long as it was together. Still, Miguel teased you by holding the remote up above his head and out of your reach. He grins with one hand on his hip and watches you reach up with no progress in sight. “Give it!” You laugh, trying to keep your anger believable. “No, first you take my clothes and I know you’re gonna pick one of those creepy knock off animated movies.” He chuckles and he walks off. Due to the size difference, every step of his was three of yours–practically chasing after him. “Put respect on Over the Hedge’s name! It’s not even a knock off!” Miguel plops on the couch on one side with a huff of laughter. “Fine, fine. Here–take it!” He throws the remote above your head and you pause and stumble back.

You reach high up to grab the remote. “You asshole!” You laugh. The remote hits your fingertips and bounces a bit farther back. Your crop top rides and flows up as you lean back onto one foot to finally grasp the device in your hand.

Miguel could feel everything happen in slow motion. The small glimpse of your underboob before your nipples finally come into view. The grin on Miguel’s face slowly drops and he could feel drool slipping from his lips. He watched your boobs bounce, the roundness of your flesh and perky buds making his cheeks go red. He can’t help the disappointment in his face when your arms fall back down, shirt hiding the glorious view of your tits.

“Caught it!” You smirk at him triumphantly. His eyes continue to glance at your tits.  “Yeah, uh…” He gulps. “Nice catch.” He adjusts his shorts, hoping his growing bulge wasn’t too apparent.

You don’t notice, too engrossed in your victory and making Miguel speechless. So, you crawl in his lap, Miguel’s hands suspended in mid-air as you nestle yourself in his arms. You feel his muscles surround you like a warm comfortable blanket, leaning your back on his firm chest while you click the buttons to turn on the TV.

“So what are we picking this time?” You ask, flipping through random trailers to find what you’re looking for.

“Huh? Oh, uh, anything’s fine.” Miguel shrugs half-heartedly. He’s too focused looking down at your crop top. Slowly and gingerly, his fingers caress your stomach–light and feathery as if trying to be discreet.

“Yeah sure, whatever. Don’t complain if you don’t like it.” You laugh softly, clicking on a random movie that looked good enough.

“Mhm.” Miguel mumbles, not even hiding his disinterest in a damn movie right now. While your eyes are on the opening scene on the TV, Miguel’s eyebrows scrunch together, his lips into a tight line as he resists his urges.

He can’t help it though. He gets handsy, Miguel carefully caressing your stomach. You barely notice it since the two of you always get snuggled up like this.

You only notice when he hikes higher up, his hips shifting slightly while his fingers run up and down the valley of your tits. You smack his arm around your waist with the remote.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying to sound annoyed but the smile seeps through your tone.

“Nuthin’” He murmurs. Miguel then feels the curve of your breast, his fingers itching for a squeeze.

“We’re supposed to be bonding.” You move to turn your head up at him. You try to meet his eyes but he stays glued downwards to your chest.

“We are.” Miguel insists, his lips slightly parted. His thumb swipes across your nipple and you gasp, feeling your cheeks burn. He can feel the nub perk up and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, biting his bottom lip to hide the satisfied smile on his face.

Miguel takes his chances, bending down to kiss along your neck, tugging you closer to him and making you melt. His body moves against yours and your eyes flutter shut. His mouth gently sucks and licks your skin and you shiver. Miguel grabs your left tit, the plump flesh squeezed in his palm. His fingers flick your nipple, circling around before gently twisting it.

You back arches and you moan. “Ah–fuck, Miguel!” You hissed, a burning heat crawling up your neck. Your hand lifts up to curl in his hair while he attacks your neck, his other hand running down to his boxers you were wearing. He slips his fingers in the front hole of the boxers, using his index and middle fingers to spread your folds apart. You feel him nip your neck with a smile as he smears your slick around your clit.

He then uses both of his hands to lift your shirt up and over your head. Your breasts are now out in the open, the cool air hitting your chest and making your nipples hard. You barely get a word out, Miguel already cupping your boobs and squeezes them. Your hips buck back to grind on his crotch, eyes closing as he plays with you. Miguel used his fingers to tease your nipples simultaneously, flicking and tweaking them. He lifts them up and watches them fall down before squeezing them again. Your pussy is soaking through his boxers, aching for more stimulation that’s making you feel empty.

His eyes are dark watching his own hands play with your chest, the memory of the bounce of your tits as you caught the remote high in the air. He wanted to see that again.

Miguel could feel his cock swell and twitch along with each bounce of your breasts. You have your body arching, hands behind you and holding onto his thighs. He plays with your tits switching with his hands or his mouth–but if you asked him, he preferred sucking on them. So that’s where he was now, lips attached to your right nipple and his right hand playing with your left. You slammed down on his cock, whining since you barely felt him thrust up. But in all honesty, Miguel could do this forever with your tits in his mouth and his cock buried in your cunt. While his tongue sucked and lipped your nipple, he knew if he didn’t focus, he’d cum instantly. He looks up at you after playfully biting down on your nub, your squeaks making his dick twitch against your walls. You look down with glossy eyes, hips stuttering and pussy throbbing when you see him smirk up at you with your boob in his mouth. One of his hands that was on your waist comes up to your back to keep your body arched. Miguel scrunches his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed while he sucks on your nipple, his hips jerking and balls slapping against your ass. You wail with each thrust, falling forward and holding onto the backrest making your boobs squish in his face. Miguel groans as he lets you fall on top of him, hands falling down to your ass as you grind on him. His cock slips in and out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch. It makes you bite your lip with a loud whimper, the action making your man under you tug on your nipple with his teeth. He’s obsessed with you, Miguel pulling away just enough to make your tits swing in his face. He glances up at your pleasure filled face, sweat glistening down your face and body while you panted and whined. He’s entranced, eyes falling down to follow the way your boobs bounce as he fucks up into you. Miguel trusts you to keep fucking yourself on his while his hands leave your ass to come up and cup and squeeze both your breasts. He kneads them and watches your mouth drop open to moan. Your head hangs and your foreheads almost touch. Miguel doesn’t need to tell you a damn thing, his lips parted while he looks at yours. You lean down to kiss him, Miguel immediately slipping his tongue past your defenses with a low groan. He continues groping you, his hips smacking up with your thrusting and he can feel himself about to cum. He can tell you’re about to too by the way your pussy spasms wildly, sucking him in deeper and soaking him in your slick.

So he hammers into you, grunting as he puts all his strength in making you cream. Your eyes roll back, mouth separating from his to dig your nails into his shoulders and roll your hips. You can barely get a word out, garbled moans of his name escaping you while your body twitches, ecstasy flowing through from top to bottom. Miguel watches your chest heave as you catch your breath, your juices dripping out of your a making a sticky mess in his lap. You’re dizzy and weak, body flopping forward on his chest. Miguel soothes you, curling his hand in your hair and pressing you into the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your head and you’re too numb to feel him take your body off him. He places your back down on the couch, hair sticking to your face with sweat, lips plumped from kissing. You’re whining when your sensitive folds feel his still hard cock rub in between them, accidentally slipping his tip in a few times. You swallow to get the dryness out of your throat. “Mig…Mig…” You’re cut off when Miguel slams into you, your body jerking and tits bouncing with the hard thrust. Your hazy vision rolls onto his face, Miguel glued onto your chest still. He gives another few soft thrusts and watches your boobs jiggle around. You feel his cock jump inside your walls, a soft hum of approval coming from deep in his throat. He bends down, biting and licking the side of your tit to add another mark to his collection. His teeth marks littered around your plump and round flesh–his favorites being the ones around your areola.

His face is buried in your breasts while he pounds into you, your head thrown back and legs locked around his waist. Oh, he’s in heaven.

[ddejavvu]

idea! mutual pining bau!fem!reader and hotch where they’re at a holiday fbi gala thing, all dressed up pretty & fancy. but, oh no! her shoe slipped off under the table and she can’t get it! so hotch does and goes to put it back on her foot all gentlemanly and notices her stockings 😳

the stockings in question: tumblr com/7eyrani/726521459458097152

Morgan is asking for the kick that you deliver to his shin, you think. Sometimes he needs to be humbled, and the toe of your pointed high heel is exactly what he deserves.

"Ow!" He hisses, playing up his dramatics as he rubs the sore spot through his dress pants, "Y/L/N, you don't need to carry a gun on the job, just nail someone with one of those shoes."

You want to triumphantly celebrate your victory, but you can't. Upon contact with Derek's calf, too muscled and stiff - seriously, what did he need all of that definition for? - your shoe had come loose from your heel, and it clatters to the ground somewhere beneath the table.

"Shit," You grumble, "Does anyone feel my shoe on the floor?"

Derek snickers, "Karma's a bitch."

"So am I." You narrow your eyes at him, "Just wait until I get it back, Morgan, I'll aim for the jugular."

"Okay! Okay," He holds his hands up in surrender, reaching for his glass moments later to fill his mouth with water instead of playful banter that you can't handle right now.

"It's here," Aaron calls from two seats left of Derek, "Y/L/N, stay in your seat, your dress is cut too low for you to bend down."

He's right. If you take the shoe from him and hunch over to fit it back over your foot, you might just spill out of the neckline of the gown you're wearing. It's with warm cheeks and a sheepish nod that you let Aaron duck beneath the table, reaching across Prentiss to take your stocking-clad foot into his hands.

He's astoundingly gentle as he grips your ankle, angling the shoe over your foot and securing it tightly against your heel. It's a delicate touch and he's nothing but gentlemanly, that is, until you set your foot back down on the floor, and your dress rides up your thigh, revealing the rather raunchy pattern of the hem on your stockings.

The silverware jumps on the table as Aaron's head collides harshly with the underside. Alarm paints itself over your colleagues' faces, and yours only gets warmer as Aaron emerges from the table, mind fresh with the scene of two people intertwined in a passionate embrace.

His eyes meet yours immediately, and you wish you could look away to save yourself the embarrassment. But you can't, and his eyes bore into your own, dark and slightly wider than usual. You're being ogled by every member of your team and you're barely able to muster a mumbled, 'Thank you.'

He's probably speaking about your shoe mishap, but when he says 'anytime' in that deep, smooth voice of his, you hope he's talking about your stockings.

[foot-tea]

https://www.tumblr.com/foot-tea/757061702910197760/httpswwwtumblrcomfoot-tea757000483901669376

i 100% agree. once y’all realize that a man who sleeps around just simply doesn’t respect women or see them as human enough to get to know them but rather use them for their own pleasure then that says everything about how these footballers would treat you and look at women. you should look into studies done by princeton psychologists, they literally showed men women wearing revealing clothing and the part of their brain that identifies OBJECTS lit up 😳 i understand status is a big thing (besides good looks), but us women get attached unless we’ve engraved in our minds that it’s nothing more than a hook up (even then it doesn’t work sometimes). stop idealizing them, they’re men after all

Jose mourinho gets proven right everyday when he said dont idolize footballers they are all trash. These men are not always good people and we really should not put them on a pedestal.

[thrawns-babygirl]

would you be comfortable writing pegging for crosshair? if so, uh 😳 something femdom like in your collared fic

if not, feel free to ignore. have a wonderful day!

Hey so uh I'm really sorry that this took so long. I have had a lot going on irl atm and tried my hardest to get this out for you within a reasonable timeframe.

Crosshair calls reader sir in this and i consider that entirely gender neutral because like, the clones call Ahsoka sir in the show so im still considering this femdom but its still relatively gender neutral despite the fact that it's afab reader.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Pegging, sub!cross, pet names, cross calls reader 'sir' Word Count: 2000+

Masterlist

(I apologies in advance for the quality of this one I have never pegged anyone irl or written pegging before so like..... sorry lmao)

There was a single word in the entirety of Galactic Standard Basic for what Crosshair was being today.

A fucking menace.

He has been snarky, rude, mean, downright unbearable all day. He turned the scathing remarks up to eleven, he was being entirely insufferable. The rest of his squad had absolutely zero idea what came over him so when you turn around in medbay to see the entirety of Clone Force 99 standing there sans Crosshair you knew they were there with a single request.

Control your man.

You let out a sigh as Hunter explains he’s at the shooting range at the moment, blowing off some steam with direct orders not to return to the barracks unless he’s lost his maker forsaken attitude and to probably expect him in your quarters after you finish your shift.

While you and Crosshair had never exactly made an announcement or made anything official, the rest of the Batch weren’t oblivious to the fact the two of you had a relationship of sorts. Him disappearing all night and coming back to the barracks the next day with marks and bites on his neck that mirrored yours was a pretty big hint. They all agreed not to push him about it, he would talk about it in his own time, and they had never brought it up to you. Until now that is.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about his behaviour, you know as well as I do that when he’s in one of his moods only he can get himself out of it” you sign off a report, marking a group of cadets as medically fit for battle before turning to face the men in front of you.

“Nah you mellow him out big time” Wrecker states as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy. You simply raise an eyebrow at the large man before turning to the others. They simply nod in agreement before Hunter speaks up again; “Look we don’t care what’s going on but he’s being an absolutely insufferable di’kut today, and I know it’s not your job to settle him down, but if you could, I don’t know, do something to help calm him down before he comes back to the barracks we would appreciate it” he’s rubbing his temples. Damn, maybe he has been worse than usual.

“He means sex!” Wrecker belts out. Earning a chiding “Don’t be so crass Wrecker” from Tech before he also looks at you “he is correct though” he adjusts his goggles, somewhat uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. You sign off on the rest of your reports before logging off your terminal for the day before gathering your things, looking up at the batch you let out a sigh, “I’ll do what I can but I have no promises that I’ll be able to do anything about him” you power down your terminal and move towards the door to your office, Hunter opening it and ushering his brothers through before throwing a thankful look in your direction and following his squad back towards their barracks.

Its two hours later that there is an alert at your door signalling that you have a visitor. You make your way over to the entrance to your modest quarters, lights turned low, clad in only a thin robe as your door slides open revealing Crosshair, still in his armour, 773 Firepuncher resting against his hip as he taps his foot impatiently against the floor before barging past you into your room.

“Well hello to you too Crosshair” you close the door and turn to face him, watching as he leans his precious rifle against the wall of your room and begins shedding his armour, dropping the hard plastoid haphazardly to the ground before he’s standing before you in just his blacks. “Single braincell sharing di’kuts locked me out of the barracks” he huffs before removing his boots and laying back on your bed.

You chuckle at that, if there was one thing Crosshair could do, it was be very creative with insults. Usually however they were being thrown at the regs, not his own squad. “Well from what I’ve heard you’ve been a little abrasive today Cross” you smile at him, sitting down on the bed next to his stretched-out form, running a hand along his clothed thigh as he relaxes against your pillows, arms folded behind his head as his eyes track the movement of your hand against him. He just huffs, not bothering to deny it.

“Wanna talk about it?” you move fully onto the bed now, kneeling between his legs as your hands continue to soothe circles into the tense muscles.

“No.” he deadpans, eyes tracking the movement of your hands working their way up his calves to his thighs.

“Do you think your brothers deserve to be on the receiving end of your shitty attitude?” you side eye him. You do hate nagging him, but sometimes it does take a gentle nudge for your grump kinda-boyfriend to get the hint.

“No Sir” its almost a whisper, and your eyes widen slightly. Oh, so this is how he wants it to got tonight? Sir is only ever used in one context when it comes to you and Crosshair, usually its Doc or whatever name he chooses from a plethora of pet names he has for you.

Sir only means one thing.

You smirk down at him as he avoids eye contact with you. Crosshair is an experienced man, you knew this when you first started whatever this thing is that the two of you have going on, however he still sometimes has trouble giving up control without feeling well… embarrassed for lack of a better term.

You continue running your hands up his thighs, towards the growing tent in his undersuit, purposely avoiding it and moving your fingers into the waistband of his blacks, peeling the tight fabric from his body. “Blacks off, then hands by your sides. You don’t touch me or yourself unless instructed, understood?” ordering clones around comes rather naturally to you, considering the number of soldiers that seem to dislike medical exams more than separatists, you’ve developed a ‘no nonsense’ tone over your time working on Kamino that also happens to work very well in situations like these.

You move over to your bedside table, retrieving all the necessities, before turning back towards Crosshair who is now naked, hands by his sides and staring up at the ceiling just as you ordered. “Hm, looks like you can follow orders” you sneer at him, and you don’t miss the shudder that wracks his body as he finally makes eye contact with you. You pop open the bottle of lube, coating your fingers with a generous amount before tossing the closed bottle onto the bed. His cock is throbbing, beads of precum shining in the low light before rolling off the tip of his length and leaking onto his toned abs.

“Wider” is all you say, all you need to say as Crosshair opens his legs, allowing you access to his puckered hole. You run a single finger around the rim before slowly breaching him, pushing it inside ever so slowly. You watch his face for any signs of discomfort but his parted lips, rapid breathing and throbbing cock indicate anything but. You add a second finger, slowly scissoring his entrance open, trying to find that perfect spot that will have him coming apart at the seams.

He's writhing and moaning, fists still clenched obediently at his sides as he screws his eyes shut. You’re hitting that perfect spot inside of him over and over again but he knows he can’t cum yet, the two of you have done this enough that he knows he needs your permission to cum.

You run your free hand along his body, avoiding his weeping length, the pads of your fingers glide along his tensing abs as your didgets continue working him open. Once you’re satisfied that he is adequately prepared, you remove your fingers, earning a low groan from the man beneath you as you wipe them on the sheets next to you. “What do you want tonight? You’ve been such a good boy, no touching or talking out of turn. I’ll reward you by letting you decide what you get” you give him a sweet smile as he pants atop your sheets, sweat clinging to his body as he looks over at you with blown pupils.

“I… I want your cock…” you frown down at him, trying to look as disappointed as possible as if the sight of Crosshair looking entirely debauched beneath you wasn’t slowly eroding your dominant façade. “Now here I was about to reward you for being a good boy… that’s no way to ask for what you want” you stand up off the bed, moving to tie the robe tighter around you as you hear him whimper out a soft apology. “Sorry, Sir, please let me have your cock Sir” he looks like he’s about to move his arms to reach out for you before he steadies himself, keeping them firmly balled in the sheets of you bed by his sides.

You smile, he really was getting the hang of it. Removing the thin robe around your body and retrieving the leather harness from where it was placed on your bedside table, you slide it up your legs before securing it tightly around your body. The entire time Crosshair’s gaze is transfixed, as if he’s enthralled by the sight of you. You smile down at him again, face softening slightly as you take in his form. He’s absolutely ruined and you haven’t even gotten to the main course yet. Eyes blown wide, cock flushed and leaking, chest rising and falling with rapid ragged breaths.

“Hands and knees pretty boy” you order and him and he obeys immediately, shifting into position with a strangled “yes sir”.

You kneel behind him on the bed, resting the faux cock against his prepared entrance, teasing him before breaching him with the thick head of the strap. His eyes flutter shut, fists clenching and unclenching as he lets out a loud moan. You take a handful of his ass as you slowly feed the thick toy into him as he writhes and groans beneath you, head shoved into the pillow muffling his sounds as the stretch of the toy overwhelms him.

After what feels like an eternity, you’re fully sheathed inside of him, stretching him out before setting a brutal pace. “Does this feel good baby? Is this exactly what you needed to take your mind off things?” you’re panting now from thrusting in and out of him, hips pounding into his as you repeatedly hit that spot inside of him that has him whining and moaning your name. “Y-yes Sir kriff- Thank you sir” his voice has been reduced to a course whisper as he nears his peak at an alarming speed, his neglected cock leaking a steady stream of precum onto the sheets beneath him as he fists the sheets.

“Sir can I cum… Kriff sir please” his voice cracks on the last word. Usually you would make him work harder for it, beg more, but he seems to already be holding himself back and you can’t bring yourself to torture him anymore, especially since he’s been so good tonight. “Let go baby” your words send him over the edge, ecstasy washing over him as he lets out a string of ‘thank you’s before you pull out and he collapses onto the bed beneath him.

You rid yourself of the toy before turning on the shower. You walk over to the bed and hoist Crosshair up, carrying most of his weight on your shoulder as you lead him towards the running water.

“feeling better?” your voice is soft, its teasing edge from before nowhere to be found. The soft smile he gives you is proof enough that whatever mood he was in before has passed and you feel your chest swell with pride knowing that Wrecker was right, you do mellow him out. You watch him stand on unsteady legs under the warm water before leaving to change the sheets.

Despite being locked out of the barracks you always knew he was going to be staying in your room tonight.  

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[theflyingfeeling]

hi yes it's me writing another Olli/Allu shortie, inspired by the tags in @xgiuliawrites' latest fic (which y'all should go read immediately if you haven't), particularly I was intrigued by the tags sauna, masturbation, and accidental voyeurism 😳

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Aleksi had not meant for it to happen, because of course he hadn't. He hadn't planned to let his imagination run quite so wild, too wild, while sitting next to Olli in the sauna just moments ago, trying to look everywhere else but Olli's happy trail, trying hard not to imagine the salty taste if he was to place a hungry kiss there (he blamed Porko's stupid playlist which had Olli humming a song about pouring tequila in one's belly button in between throwing more water on the stones, pushing Aleksi's agony to the brink of his sanity).

Likewise, he had not intented to grow a semi while washing himself, the knowledge that Olli might have been staring at his bare backside the entire time exciting Aleksi as much as intimidating him (he blamed the wonky reflection on the shower tap the revealed Olli's eyes travelling up and down his body as he showered).

Even less so, his intention being to get out of the changing room and in the cold winter air as fast as he could to kill his budding boner before it would become a problem, he most certainly had not forgotten his toiletry bag on the changing room bench on purpose. Yet, there he was now, mouth hanging open at the sight he was witnessing through the tinted glass door of the sauna, the toiletry bag and his plans of cooling down long forgotten (for which he only had himself to blame, let's face it).

With his long lashes resting against his cheekbones, it was clear Olli had not noticed Aleksi's return, otherwise he obviously wouldn't have ended up in this situation. That was why he should've turned back the second he had realised what was happening on the other side of the glass door separating the sauna and the changing room, as that's what a good friend and a decent person would've done, immediately and with no hesitation. However, as the past week had proved, Aleksi was not a good friend; verily, he was a horrible, useless, and immoral friend who had gone and started having sexual fantasies about his hot, funny and super cute bandmate late at night while sleeping next to that very bandmate on their song-writing camp combined with a winter holiday (even if no one could hardly blame Aleksi for it, because who wouldn't start lusting over the divine being that was Olli Matela, especially when one got to lay beside his gorgeous naked body at night).

Indeed, there was no denying Aleksi was no decent person either, not with his eyes nailed to Olli as he pleasured himself in the heat of the sauna.

The soles of Olli's feet were pressed against the foot rail, which was exactly how Aleksi had left him, but while Olli's knees had then been close together with his arms relaxed on them, they were now wide apart to fully expose Olli's cock, pointing towards the ceiling with his hand stroking it at a leisurely pace. The hardness of his erection, standing proudly while Olli's fingers slid up and down the length, was a dead giveaway that Olli had wasted no time since Aleksi had left – either that, or he, too, had felt the strange, steamy tension during their shared sauna moment.

While Olli's right hand was devoted to rubbing his erection, his left one was free to roam all over his sweaty torso, which did nothing to ease the building pressure in Aleksi's pants. Aleksi let out a lustful sigh as he watched Olli's hand caress his own abdomen, fondling the happy trail Aleksi himself had lusted over just a few moments ago. When the hand moved up again to massage Olli's chest and to tease a red, harneded nipple, Aleksi had to sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to stop himself from whining out loud. He craved to replace Olli's hand with his own, to be the one giving Olli such bliss that had his head thump against the sauna panelling and his stomach sinking in a deep, euphoric sigh.

Only then – hearing the thud of Olli's head resting against the wall behind him – Aleksi could bear to leave the sight of Olli's body and look up at his face instead. There, Aleksi found a small smile, only barely visible through the coloured glass door, but it spoke volumes of how much Olli was enjoying himself. Aleksi wished he could've joined Olli in his pleasure, perhaps even be the reason for it, but for now he had to settle for palming himself through his trousers to give his own aching cock some much-needed relief. Shortly after, guilt forced him to remove his hand and dig his nails into his thighs when he felt himself getting close to coming embarrassingly quickly.

He should leave. He should throw himself in the snow and let the blizzard bury him, or whatever it would take to reboot his brain and erase all the images of Olli sitting on the sauna bench with his legs spread and his hand pumping up and down on his long, rock-hard cock, because there was no way he would be able to look his friend in the eye after this, let alone sleep next to him under any circumstances.

Just when Aleksi had convinced himself to make his silent escape and perhaps drown himself in the hole Tommi and Niko had sawed in the ice for some post-sauna ice swimming, as that was the least he deserved for being such a pervert, a low moan from the sauna nailed Aleksi's feet to the floor.

His eyes found Olli's erection again to immediately notice that the earlier calm, almost lazy pace of Olli's hand had now been replaced with a much quicker one, one that was determined to take Olli closer to his release with each long stroke. His left hand had abandoned his nipple and was instead fondling his balls, which seemed to bring Olli a great deal of additional pleasure, if the ecstatic expression on his face was anything to go by.

"Aaahhhh... aaaahhhhhh..." Olli's grunts went straight to Aleksi's cock that was twitching inside his boxers as if to poke at Aleksi for his attention. He didn't dare touch himself again, though, having decided he'd rather freeze his own penis by sticking his hard-on in a bank of snow than walk through the living room with jizz in his pants.

As Olli's moans grew louder and more frequent, Aleksi realised he wouldn't probably even need to grab his cock to come undone in his pants from just looking at Olli, at his hardened bicep, at his hair-covered chest expanding and sinking rapidly, at his glistening cock inside his fist that hastened its movements by the second until streaks of white fell on Olli's stomach with one last moan (more like a whine (more like the sweetest single sound that had ever blessed Aleksi's ears)).

Aleksi ignored the throbbing in his pants as he devoured Olli, who was now relaxing against the wall completely, his fingers but resting on his still hard member instead of gripping it in search for an orgasm.

A satisfied, laid-back smile spread on Olli's lips, and all too late Aleksi understood what for. All too late, Aleksi realised he had missed his cue to cut and run in shame, when Olli opened his eyes to look straight into his.

Olli's smile didn't falter, and there was no sign of shock or embarassement in his dark gaze. If anything, the smile widened, and the already horny look in his eyes grew ever more lewd as it flickered between Aleksi's face and his crotch, Aleksi's hand doing a poor job hiding the tent on the front of this sweatpants.

Olli raised an eyebrow and nodded towards it.

"Need a hand with that?"

[pumpkinpie59]

Will the interstellar turtles ever meet Splinter? Did he meet the babies and the Utroms took them away from him, or was it pretty much right after their mutation and before he kinda adopted them?

wait i never talked about that publicly? 😳 oops

okay so basically,,, splinter adopted the turtles as his own children and they were taken away from him.

one of them was separated from him when they were first mutated tho, and he found her later after the boys were taken by the utrom.

so he has venus de milo with him.

but splinter missed his other children so much but had no way of getting them back.

but only a few years later, a turtle escaped from dimension x, and splinter found him. the clone revealed himself as a clone of one of the mutant turtles who were taken by the utroms (he’s donatello’s clone btw, which is a reference to the 87 episode donatello’s duplicate).

splinter takes this as a sign to train venus and the clone, who he took in and named kirby, specifically to get his boys back. but he doesn’t tell them this. kirby figures it out tho and becomes bitter about it.

after they become teenagers, around the time the main boys meet, venus and kirby get involved with fighting the foot clan and stuff. they eventually meet and adopt slash as their own, and eventually jennika too. so they’re a little team

and right after jennika mutates, the main turtles come to earth and meet splinter. april enters the story here too.

and so venus finds out she was basically the second favorite to the boys, kirby becomes even more bitter bc now splinter is occupied with his long lost sons now home, slash isolates bc he thinks ppl hate him anyway, and jennika doesn’t even know if she’s part of the family bc splinter now doesn’t seem to have a place for her anymore.

these four are supportive of each other, but their pain toward splinter makes it difficult to communicate their feelings,,

meanwhile splinter is incredibly grateful to have his boys back, but finds that none of them are completely willing to accept him as a father figure. donatello has trauma from krang, raphael still misses traximus, michelangelo hates authority, and leonardo thinks all of this is temporary until he can finally go back and defeat moriah and become king of slandon.

so no one’s happy.

to be clear, splinter loves all his kids. he’s just a rlly flawed father and needs to recognize his shortcomings.

it’s at this point in the story when character development really starts.

[lotusmi]

Hi lotusmi.

I won't go into detail on this platform yet as I cannot risk attracting the wrong kind of attention but I figured you might like to know that I am very close to either Astral Projecting or entering the Void State, I almost Astral Projected over the past few hours before writing this. It seems I was meant to focus on the Void State as progress towards getting myself permashifted is now occurring at an exponential rate in the process and the ability to leave this human body which I've been bound to for so long is quickly unlocking as the chains that have held me to this world rapidly break as a result of my undying conviction & otherworldly force. My story is very complex & chaotic and will be revealed in due time, everything will make sense when the time comes (it will be fun 😉), until then just know your work has helped.

And in terms of the technique I nearly Astral Projected with, I noticed you've had anons asking about Astral Projection… in case they or anybody else viewing your blog (if you choose to reply to this ask that is, if you would rather keep this private that is fine, either way I hope you enjoy this tidbit of info & the mystery associated and if you do choose to reply I hope this serves as motivation to your readers, if you see a success story from me it will not be of this world, as a permashifter my origin is another world and I am rapidly approaching my time to go home) wants Astral Projection and would like to try the technique I used here's a summary of it (also note I did use an Astral Projection Mastery subliminal for this, not linking it as the channel contains many strong subliminals that should not be haphazardly used by those who aren't certain of what they want & prepared for change but it's easy to find):

Astral Projection Technique: lay on back, vividly visualize left foot subtly moving in a circle, intensify movement as vibrations start and progress visualized circle movement into right foot, leg, torso, shoulders and head, add rope-pull when loose.

Of course as I am not an anon this is not necessary but if you would like a mark to associate with me in case the true me ends up sending you a success story... ♾

Hi Rift Doctorr!! ooh woow YOU SO ✨MYSTERIOUS ✨i am quite curious?? No bcs Astral travel looks to be a super amazing experience!! I have tried for some weeks once and I almost did it too 🤠

No I totally entered in a mysteriioouss secreetss of universee vibes with this ask hahaha, i confess i am slightly delighted by all your mystery Sir Doctor mysterious man 😳!!!

I am all excited for your otherwordly success, also I am planning to do Astral Projection sub too! I am curious about this secret channel too lol 😭

I used to do this vibracional technique too! it works wonders <3

[tklnurse]

Things I love. Secretly and not so secretly. A comprehensive list of me spilling my guts… the novel:

Feat. All the things I say I hate but really don’t 😂 and things I wish we’d do

The most intense tickle torture my ler can dish out

Stocks

Spread Eagle

Sensory deprivation

Begging

Being called “good girl”

Being called “ticklish little girl/lee”

Being referred to as “very ticklish”, extremely ticklish”, “super ticklish”… you get the idea

Being told “too damn bad!” when I say I don’t want something

Submitting and giving my ler total control

Hairbrushes & grooming gloves on my feet!

And the Pursonic(s) on my toes… even though 2 is super overwhelmingly ticklish… lol

Baby oil tickling!

Being a brat!

Teasing my ler… I love his reactions Ehehehe

Being punished 🤫

Being bossed around! Fucking tell me what to do AND punish me if I don’t! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Swear. At. Me. “I’m gonna fucking tickle you!” “I’m gonna tickle the shit out of you!”

Public tickling/embarrassment 🤭🤭

Having the wearable vibe inside me in public 😳

When he comments on/feels how wet I am… (embarrassing af and I always fight him like hell) 😂🥵🤭

Orgasm denial

Forced orgasms (multiple is CRAZY 🥵)

Being tickled WHILE I cum (anywhere… but I’ve especially noticed I love it on my feet… and it makes me cum faster/harder because it’s an erogenous zone for me) 🤫

Being tickled AFTER I cum when I’m extra ticklish

Speaking of erogenous zones… my neck! I love when he buries his face in it… he should bite it 👀… light tickles are also good… the pursonic on my neck and/or ears tickles TOO MUCH though and it’s torture… especially if he holds my head down 😱🥵🤭

When my ler finds THE spot™️ AND tickles it mercilessly despite my thrashing and silent laughter and/or screams

RIB TICKLING. RIB TICKLING. RIB TICKLING.

Having a pillow slipped under my back to make my ribs stick out more 😏

Being stripped of all my clothes (not me taking them off… having them RIPPED OFF by my ler!)

When he grabs my ankle and rips my shoe off 😂 (I always yell at him for it though) lol… don’t forget to follow this with slowly peeling my sock off 🥵

Bastinado and “foot roasting” before being tickled 🤫 (Don’t tell him!)

Slapping

Spanking (except when it’s a punishment 😶 then I do not love it) (I also always say I hate it or react with a “HEY!” or something like that when he does it… lol)

Choking

Biting

Hair pulling

When he makes me “take a screenshot” as I say… when he pulls my hair and tickles me at the same time 🥵🥵

Being manhandled

Wrestling (with tickles) - I love love love this but 98% of the time genuinely can’t overpower him lol - I wish he’d give me some “slack” sometimes so we could play (but not too much “slack” because I still want him to win) 🥵🥵🥵

When I get my ler to chase me Ehehehe

Admiring the bruises he put on me

The violet wand!

Nipple play 🤫🥵

Light tickles on my back and feet… both of which I could enjoy ALL DAY 🤤

When my ler sits on my arms (or holds them above my head)… both of these are TERRIFYING lol. More terrifying than when they’re tied up! And I feel like the fear makes it tickle more. lol

When my ler “breaks in” to my apartment 😂

Hip & thigh tickles (both of which I haven’t been able to stand lately… it tickles so bad) 😅

Pussy tickles (I also can’t stand this and resist him hardcore cuz it tickles so fucking bad) 🫢🫢🫢🫢

Double-teaming/gang tickling! Double-teaming is fun… but being tickled by like 4-5 lers at once would be HEAVEN AND HELL 🥵🥵

Raspberries (he’s gonna yell at me about this one because I’m adamant that I hate it) 😂😂😂

When he makes me say “It tickles!” and “I love it!”

When he makes me hold my arms up or try to stay still

I want him to tickle me until I reveal my remaining undisclosed fantasies. So bad. Being tickled until I reveal my fantasies IS one of the fantasies 😂😂

When he makes me scream 😱

When my laugh turns hysterical

When he tickles me until I cry 😮‍💨🥵

👀 curious and interested to see if he could tickle me until I pee or not 🫢🫢🫢😳😳😳🤫🤫🤫

Continually having my limits pushed further and further and being forced to lay there and take it

When he says “lay there and take it!” lol

[captain-hawks]

started reading My Reason to Die last night and i’m already halfway done and i’m losing my miND

OMG dee !!! i have to be so honest out of the (limited) webtoons I've read, this one is definitely my favourite - the art style and the way the intimacy and affection is shown blows my mind!! also some of the scenes.. woah.. 😳 would love to hear your thoughts when you finish!!

RIGHT? honestly i saw someone post a single panel from it on instagram, and i was immediately so in love with the art i just dove in with no other context 😂. AND I’M SO GLAD I DID. i haven’t read a ton of webtoons but i fear this is going to ruin me for anything else now???

gonna yell more under the cut because spoilers!

i was a goner as soon as Gyeol started nudging Ji-o’s foot and playing with her hand in the beginning while she was on the phone 🥲. all the casual little touches—leaning into her, coming up from behind, curling a lock of her hair around his finger?????? like there’s so so so many panels i had to just stop and gasp and close my eyes and then reread three more times lmaooo. also Ji-o’s internal monologue hits hard sometimes, it’s so poetic.

i can’t wait for the full reveal on the plot and what’s really going on with these two because i’m fully invested haha.

[karla-the-elemental-dreamer]

Project Update (07 OCT 2022 - AEDT)

Another update since I now have all submissions from Tumblr artists who inboxed me for this project initially over a month ago. Even though it was a few days after, you've all actually out-done yourselves. I'm not lying when I think your final pieces look nothing like your initial samples you showed me... But actually a lot better! This just goes to show how much we all really love Terra from Kingdom Hearts. So that does make me feel like I made the right decision to give everybody a chance rather than having a set standard in which you can't even get your foot in if you don't meet that level of skill.

With an artist dropping a couple of weeks ago, I have actually done an artwork for the zine myself. But this just makes it extra special for me, because if I didn't push myself to get my quality of work up for this Terra-zine, I wouldn't have put in an concerted effort to improve my art from uncontrolled lines to an entire sketching procedure! A skill which I now have for good.

Unlike a professional-zine project, I'm not doing contributor spotlights or anything, or revealing artists, or any writing extracts, because I want it to be a surprise for when the final product gets released. As an artist, that doesn't stop you making your own posts and sharing, but I don't want to spoil like half the zine from my end, so that people actually go and read it when it's out. Remember, it's free (no costs). 5 stories with artworks to support each.

I also didn't reveal artists so that I wouldn't be calling out any particular person when I was worrying about the deadline.

I am still waiting on my Discord friend's works (they're doing Story 1 AND the Front Cover), but at least I'm no longer hyperventilating as more than 1/2 the works are there. So now I have something to work with. I am now at a stage where I can proofread my stories and weed out any errors; September was quite a nasty month, and I had to battle with my brain for the majority of it.

So now the timeline looks like this:

1. Proofread stories and attempt formatting with available artwork.

2. Receive Discord artwork and include that.

3. Finalise formatting and final proofread.

4. Convert to PDF.

5. Release on my Tumblr and Twitter to the public.

I am a pretty productive worker, so like I said to one of my artists, it could take anywhere between 3 days to 2 weeks for the Zine to be released. Depending on how the final submission goes.

As a final comment; Tumblr artists. I will be defaultly crediting your Tumblrs because that's where I found you. If you would like any of your other socials to be credited (i.e. Twitter, Insta, YouTube, etc), please send me a message with the platform and your usename/tag on it.

Regards,

Creator and sole Mod of the free public mini Terra-Zine,

Karla (AUS).

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Update (11 hrs later): I managed to knock out the layout and formatting in half a day 😳

[mugiwara-lucy]

Well I’ve reached 4x13 of the Drama Queens podcast and….just:…

Ugh!

Elizabeth Harnois (Shelley) came on and revealed how Mark Schwann wanted to give her a FOOT MASSAGE 🤢🤮

Are we sure this mother fucker isn’t related to Dan Schneider?? 😳

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 433 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

I’m sorry for posting this SUPER LATE!! With school and all of that now occupying my schedule, these might be uploaded every week around this time. 😓 I apologize in advance. 🙏🏽 BUT AYO. LETS GET IT, LETS GET IT, LETS GET ITTTTT!!! So last chapter, when Daniel’s mom heard that Daniel was looking for Jinyeong Park, she reacted like this:

And everybody was like, “Whaaaaaaat? Why she do dat?” 🤔 Well, everybody grab your popcorn because we gon LEARN TODAY-

WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!!! BARK, BARK, BARK!!! AWWWOOOOOOOOGAH!!!!!! *ahem* Sorry everybody, just lost control for a second there. Brain malfunctioning, and whatnot. I guess PTJ wanted to add James Lee into the Bathrobe Club or something.

AWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Got me howling and shit. 🗣🗣🗣

Pleeeeease tell us Mama Park. WE NEED TO KNOW!!! 😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Awww this broke my heart. 💔 Whatever happened with Jinyeong must’ve been painful for her to bear the past like that.

Oh wow. So now we get a dad reveal of Daniel's father? Nah, sorry. They don't look related to me. There also could have been some sort of issue here. Like, Jinyeong used to be Daniel's dad's best friend. And Daniel's dad might have had some sort of issue with fertility or something, so he decided to ask Jinyeong to donate sperm because he sees him as his brother...? Idk man. That's just my theory...

Ah, so THAT'S what happened to Daniel's dad. Ok, ok, that makes sense that his mom would raise him on his own all this time. But, I really want to know how his mom got to such a state that she has to collect cardboard boxes just to provide for her son...

IDK DANIEL, THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY THAT JINYEONG COULD BE YOUR BIOLOGICAL DA- ... My theory is so far-fetched. 💀💀💀💀 THIS AIN'T IT.

AYOOOOOOO. CALLED IT. (not the sperm donor part) BUT THEY MUST'VE BEEN BESTIES!!! 😳

AHHHHHHHHH JAKE IS BACK!!!! But ik he isn't ok emotionally. This guy going through a lot. 😔

NOOOOOOOO. BABY BOY, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER IT. IT ISN'T YOUR FAULT!!! It was unfortunate that they got caught, but you really didn't intentionally lead them to that situation. It just so happens that they got captured. 😭

YESSSSS GO SAVE THEM JAKE!!!! GOOOOOOO!!!

YES YOU CAN!!!! JAKE, I BELIEVE IN YOU. 😤👍🏽

Oooooo who will it be? 👀

Ohhhh dang. It's another person from the 0 Gen. 😳 I wonder what his role was in Gapryong's Dragon Fist gang. But I stg. If this man backstabs Jake after telling him that he's indebted to his dad...

*WARNING: O F F E N S I V E M E M E*

Sorry, but this is what I imagined in my head. 😬

Athlete's Foot is back. 😭 Also, I can't wait to see his family's reaction to his new self. 😎

HE'S SO CUTE HERE!!! AHHHHHHHHH DANNY BOY SUPREMACY!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Ohhhh boy, and they're back at it again... 💀💀💀

OMGGGGGGG HERE IT IS!!!! (forget all of them snickering about Daniel, I just wanna see their reactions 😈)

HAHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS. BOW DOWN, AND BEHOLD, PEASANTS!!! 😤😤😤 /j

It really do be like that.

I love how proud Mama Park is of Daniel because he has matured so much. Just like I mentioned in the previous chapter, his character growth really is something else. So proud of him! 💖

Whew, it's Grandma's turn...

I'm sorry guys, I had to squeeze all of these panels all in somehow. 😅 But DAMN. HOW DID THIS TURN FROM 0 TO 100 REAL QUICK??? It went from happy family bonding to THE CONJURING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WTHHHH. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 (Tbh this gave me flashbacks to the Cult Arc ngl)

And Grandma got some beef with Jinyeong Park. SHE SAID, "CATCH MY HANDS, YOU BASTARD!!!" BUT HEY, SHE MAY BE OLD BUT SHE CAN STILL THROW 'EM. 😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽 TBH I FOUND THIS SCENE HILARIOUS FOR SOME REASON BECAUSE OF HOW UNEXPECTED SHE REACTED ALL OF A SUDDEN. She always seemed like the calmest old lady ever, but I guess this scene switched it up a bit. A COMPLETE 180° LMAO. EXCITED FOR GRANDMA PARK TO TUSSLE AHAHAHAHAHA (That was a joke. 💀 If she does end up doing it, then I'm afraid that she might hurt her back.) But I hope they DO explain what Jinyeong's deal is.

Overall, I'm VERY sorry that this is really late, and for the lack of memes again. 😭😭😭 I hope y'all will still look forward to these, and I'll try to upload the next review for the upcoming chapter sooner. ❤️

[mila-uchiha]

HIII I LOVE THE NAME MONET <33 also i love obito skhdkdhf would it be possible to write a scenario where obito comes home from a bad mission and needs to take his stress out on the reader 😳 TYYYY

Obito x Reader *NSFW

a/n: my first request:D sooo happy to write this<3. this is set in an au where obito is a jonin in the leaf village, working alongside kakashi and gai and you and him live together:)

warnings: NSFW !! (minors do not interact), oral giving, rough sex, praise kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, and just a whole lot of smut tbh !😳

word count: 1600

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Obito barged in loudly, sulking but at the same time fueled with rage. You were cooking dinner, but the sudden burst of noise from the sliding door in your house caught your attention, your eyes fixating on Obito's frown.

He had been on a mission for the past five days and right before he left, you both got in a massive argument. You were still angry at him, but your concern was growing as he walked over to you, his face appearing as if a thousand thoughts were running through his mind. You could tell his mission was unsuccessful. Every ounce of his body emitted that sadness and pain you were familiar with when he comes home from bad missions. However, this time, it seemed worse.

You knew something bad might've happened, so as he walked up to you and embraced you tightly, you asked,

"Is everything okay?"

"What happened during your mission that you aren't telling me?" You demanded (with attitude, because you remembered the way he acted like a dick before he left).

Obito paused, a frown plastered across his face as he struggled to make eye contact.

Obito paused, a frown plastered across his face as he struggled to make eye contact.

He took a deep breath and finally looked into your eyes, allowing you to see his eye bags and lack of sleep. Your concern grew even larger but before you could think, Obito spoke.

"Listen y/n, I know you might still be angry at me, and I know I never got to properly apologize," he said as his left hand turned off the stove you were using, "but right now I just need you to be a good girl and go into the bedroom so you can get on your knees for me", his right hand now trailing up to your face, allowing his thumb to enter into your mouth as you gently sucked on it.

He knew that being called a good girl was your weakness and in that moment your knees went weak. You were still concerned about the mission and the fact he wouldn't talk about it, but something about Obito's raspy deep voice whispering to you while you sucked on his thumb, making direct eye contact, made you want to give in so badly.

And you did.

It's almost as if he read your mind, because he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and allowed his hand to slide to your neck, gripping tightly as his lips crashed into yours in a rough, passionate kiss. The moment was heated and before you knew it, Obito picked you up, straddling your legs around him. He walked to the bedroom, trying not to break the intense kiss until he threw you onto your back so you could lie on the bed facing him.

He was rough. Rougher than usual. Obito was a serious dom but sometimes it came out more than usual. Today was one of those days. You could tell he needed to take his stress out in some way, and you let him, as he wasted no time, lifting your shirt to reveal your hard nipples underneath. His mouth instantly met your right nipple as he began sucking.

"Fuckkk Obito!" you screamed. His head turned up to face you as he demanded,

"Get on your knees right now. I'm tired of telling you again. Don't make me punish you."

He pulled you up by your arms and pushed you down to your knees at the foot of the bed, urging you to face his bulge in his pants. You could already feel your knees starting to bruise, as he pulled down his pants, letting his throbbing dick free. His hand grabbed your head and before you could even begin to suck his cock, he thrusted it into your mouth deeply.

He groaned and you could feel yourself gagging from the length of his dick as it hit the back of your throat.

"This is your punishment y/n for not getting on your knees the first damn time I told you," Obito said while he continued throat fucking you, his hand gripping tighter onto your hair as he guided your mouth in and out of his massive length simultaneously.

"Obito-- I can't," You said very muffled, your eyes filling up with tears as he continued to make you gag, enjoying the sensations it was giving him.

"Just for a little longer. Please? You're doing so good for daddy."

And with praise that you continued bearing the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with speed, until he quickly pulled out, pulling you up to kiss him, your tongues interlacing.

Before you could process what just happened, he pushed you onto your stomach, smacking your ass so hard that a moan escaped. He undressed and then climbed onto you, his dick pressed up against your ass, as he lent close to you and whispered,

"You're such a good girl do you think you can take my dick now?"

You nodded, showing how badly you wanted to be fucked by him and he took that sign of approval, lining his dick up with your wet opening.

He went in slowly, making sure not to hurt you but as your walls gripped around his cock, he felt himself unknowingly increasing the pace and fucked you until you were screaming.

"Pleasee Obito just like that!!" You moaned.

He lent down close to your ear. His entire chest was pressed up against your back as his dick thrusted in and out, but then he suddenly stopped, leaving his dick deep inside your pussy. His left hand met your neck as he choked you, feeling you squeeze around his length as you lay still on your stomach.

"You're taking my dick so well baby" Obito groaned, "I wanna cum deep inside you and let you feel my warm cum drip out".

You blushed. The thought of Obito cumming inside you was new, but it felt so necessary in this moment. You went silent for a second, forcing Obito to ask, "Do you not want that baby? My cum inside you so I can mark you as mine?"

Your first thought was to say "Yes! Yes I want that!" but as you spoke, Obito seemed disappointed, his dick still inside your pussy, motionless.

"Yes what?" He demanded, to which you answered,

"Yes please?" your voice more submissive than ever.

As those words left your mouth Obito grabbed your face and cheeks tightly, lifting your head slightly up with a rough motion as his lips grazed your ear.

"Thats not what I'm looking for. Try again" He insisted.

You knew what he wanted you to say and with that, those words escaped your lips,

"Yes please daddy."

His dick immediately began thrusting in and out of your pussy again, as your moans grew louder. His hand still gripped tightly onto your neck and at this point you were gripping the bedsheets, taking his full length inside you.

You were close. You could feel the knot building up inside you as he continued and you made that very clear to him, but he suddenly gripped your neck even tighter and moaned,

"Don't cum until I tell you to. You understand?"

You nodded, but unsure of how you would wait since he was fucking you better than he ever had before. His pace then slowed down, as if he was savoring every thrust he made inside your wet opening, until he suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your back, inserting his cock right back in. You were now face to face with Obtio and he began fucking you harder and harder.

Eventually, the knot in your stomach started to build again as he placed him thumb on your clit, rubbing it perfectly, and came close to you, whispering things in your ear,

"Good girl. You're taking my dick so well. You like when I fuck you like this?"

To which you obviously responded,

"Yes daddy."

You couldn't hold it anymore and he could tell, but just as you were about to cry out and beg him to let you cum, he groaned,

"Cum for me now babygirl."

And that was all you needed. You felt ecstasy, squirting all over his dick as you cummed while he was inside you, and the minute Obito saw you squirting, he also came. He kept his promise and did indeed cum inside you. You felt his seed fill up your sensitive pussy as he groaned in your ear.

He then pulled out, allowing himself to fall onto his back right next to you, the two of you panting. His head turned to face you as he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss, but this time it was gentle. Not like the rough kiss you shared 20 minutes ago when he first got back home. This one was soft, and loving as he pulled back smiling,

"Thank you y/n. You were so good for me. I really needed that incase you couldn't tell."

You chuckled. Of course you could tell. You would've done anything to make him feel better, because that's just how much you cared about Obito.

At this point you were both wrapped in eachother's arms in silence, but eventually you broke that silence, made direct eye contact and asked,

"Can you tell me what happened on your mission?"

And so he did.

[fuwushiguro]

CONGRATS <33 i’m so happy for u 🥺

how about mechanic!twice for ur job event? (nsfw ofc.. u know me 😶)

don’t feel rushed to do this venus <3 luv u girl!!! MWAH

Notes: gonna kill u for this one!!!! im a simple girl wtf do i know about cars 😳 all i know is Jin 100% likes to bend chicks over the hood and fuck them stupid 😋

Warnings: Noncon, Anal Play, Spitting (I guess)

mechanic!Twice x f!Reader

"You're joking?"

"Do I look like I'm joking babe?"

You study the hard ass features on his hard ass face for any signs of teasing. Nothing. He's actually dead fucking serious. You pull your phone out of your purse and begin scrolling your contacts to find your dad.

"You're seriously trying to charge me two hundred fucking dollars to change one tyre?" you hissed. He nodded, he was a picture of serenity with a cigarette dangling between his chapped and oil stained lips.

You pressed the call button for your father with your hand on your hip and foot tapping impatiently against the concrete. What a fucking scam artist. He must think you're an idiot. In fact,

"So," you began. You leaned over to him so you could read the name tag on his overalls. "Jin."

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Hm? Do you think I'm going to stand here and let you overcharge me like this?" you question.

He studies you and he studies you hard. That little short mini skirt you're wearing. And it is short. He could see the cusp of your ass cheeks when you turned around earlier. You're either wearing no panties at all or a dangerous thong that rides up your backside. You're wearing a skimpy little crop top, he can see your cute lace bra underneath the white material. The bra is white too, and it's so thin it's barely preventing your nipples from poking through your top. The over the knee boots you're wearing are an especially nice touch to your outfit. So slutty he feels his cock throb. He needs to calm down, as if someone like you would ever be interested in fucking someone like him. He's covered in grease, he's sweaty and he has a big ass scar on his forehead from an accident at the garage.

"What if I do?" he questions as he takes a drag. You scoff at that.

"Fuck you. I have a law degree, y'know? God, my daddy is gonna kick your ass when I call him down here." you spit.

"I'm shakin' sweetheart, really." he puffed smoke through his nose.

"God! You think you're something special? You're a fucking mechanic in a hick town. You don't even own this place, right? I don't see your name on the sign." you berated. He offered nought but a condescending smile. He was furious at your words, but it was clear the way he was remaining calm while you fumed at him was riling you up more. "You're a fucking loser, how old are you? Thirty? You'll be stuck here for the rest of your life and you've got nothing going for you. You're lucky you're somewhat attractive because that's it. You're a fucking idiot I bet women run away from you when you come near them with that mouth of yours."

"What did you just say?" he questioned, his ears pricked at your casual admission.

"And you interrupt!"

"Did you just say you think I'm hot?"

"That's not what I said, but-"

Before you could react he snatched your phone from your hand and tossed it to the ground. You tried object, but his lips began suffocating your own. You trashed and threw yourself around, but you'd underestimated how large he was. He pinned you against the boot of the car with ease and flipped your skirt upwards. You were wearing a thong. It was plain black, it matched your sexy boots. He moved them aside and uncovered your intimate areas. He whistled at the reveal. Your cries and pleas were lost on him.

He managed to move his overalls down and free his aching cock while he held you down with a single hand. You hissed when you felt his tip glide up and down your slick heat. It's been a while since he's felt the joys and pleasures of a cunt clamping around him. You turned around with a shudder to examine him. His eyes found yours and his tip leaked when he saw your ruined makeup and tear streaked face. If you weren't so terrified you'd be beguiled by his perfect physique. He looked like a porn star in a tacky mechanic adult film. He looked... good.

You felt the tip enter your tremoring hole and you winced. But he pulled out again before he could split you open with his length. He heard you hum at the loss of contact. You turned to him, your eyes bulging as you felt his thumb stray dangerously close to a hole you didn't want him anywhere near.

"Has anyone ever told you what a gorgeous asshole you have?" he wondered aloud.

"Oh, please. Jin- Jin please don't..." you requested in vain. He shot a glob of spit directly onto your puckered hole, you grimaced at the feeling. You yelped like a scared puppy when you felt his thumb swirl around and prod inside your tight hole. "I don't like anal, Jin, please if you're gonna fuck me fuck my pussy." you attempted to reason.

But your eyes crossed dramatically and your body fell flat on the car as he forced himself inside of your unwelcoming asshole. It was horrendous as he thrusted in and out. Your sobs and cries were only spurring him on more. He thinks he'll keep you. He has a little place where he can keep you and no one will know. You'll grow to love him, won't you? You'll learn to love the feeling of his cock in your ass. Your cries turned to moans after a while. It felt a little better. But not enough for Jin to bully you over your sudden attitude change.

"Thought you didn't like it up the ass babe. Tellin' lies? Or maybe you've never had a cock like mine." he boasts.

"Jin, it hurts! Too big! Too fucking big for me!!" you wail.

He cums early at the sound of your cries. The way to a man's heart is complimenting their cock size. It's okay though. You can go for another round, can't you? You never called your daddy after all. And Jin is working alone today.

He's allllllll yours.

this is part of my ON THE JOB event

© 2021 fuwushiguro

[lokiarc64]

White Knight: Specialist‘s Sister

“Winter’s Office”

Jaune: “Amping his Aura”

Ren: Jaune, Are you Increasing your Aura?

Winter: Ahem.

Winter: We are not going to sit here and pretend there’s not a big elephant in the room.

Nora: What the F**k is going on?

Winter: “Turns picture frame around”

Winter: This is what the F**k is going on!!!

”Picture frame revealed to have a picture of Weiss on it”

Ren: “Looks at Jaune”

Jaune: 😥😥😥

Nora: “Stares at Photo”

Nora: “Realization“

Nora: “Jumps out of seat”

Nora: OH SHIT, OH SHIT!!!

Nora: “Points at Jaune”

Nora: HAHAHAHA.

Nora: Ah shit no, that is not happening.

Nora: “Walks out of office”

Nora: NO!!!

”With Team R_BY in the halls”

Ruby: Alright for Today‘s mission we have t-

Nora: Hey Team RWBY, Jaune’s F**king Weiss.

Yang: Heh Nice.

Nora: “High Fives Yang”

Ruby: 😳😳😳

Blake: “Pulls out fanfic book”

Winter: Every time she says that, that’s another foot in your ass.

Jaune: 😓😓😓😓😓

Ren: “Pats Jaune’s Back”

Nora: “Knocks on glass in Winter’s office”

Nora: Jaune this is the best thing ever.

Nora: HAHAHAHAHA.

Nora: Jaune F**ked Winter’s Sister.

Nora: 🎼Jaune F**ked the Specialist’s Sister🎼.

Jaune: 😰😰😰😰😰

Nora: 🎼Jaune F**ked the Specialist’s Sister🎼.

Winter: 😡😡😡😡😡

Nora: 🎼Jaune F**ked the Specialist’s Sister🎼.

Ren: 😑😑😑😑😑

Nora: Holy Shit.

Nora: “Enters Winter’s Office”

Nora: Jaune you F**ked the Specialist Sister.

Ren: Nora, That’s enough!

Nora: No No Ren he needs to hear this.

Nora: Fearless Leader, you bragged it to her face.

Nora: “Points at Winter”

Nora: Jaune do you understand that this face, this face right here you bragged to that face.

Nora: You actually shook Jaune’s hand for F**king Weiss.

Nora: Holy Shit this is rea-

Winter: 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

Winter: “Slams Sword through desk”

Nora: “Sits Down”

Nora: It’s really not that funny.

Jaune: I just want to say that it bizarre that I didn‘t say Weiss was the one to show interest in me.

Winter: I think it’s bizarre that I haven’t castrated you yet.

Ren: With all do respect, Specialist I’m sure you’ll find a suitable settlement for this issue.

Nora: Yeah what if you punched Jaune in the face, one time, really really really hard?

Winter: No, I think I have a better idea.

“Later”

Winter: “Shoots Jaune in the nuts with Lightning Dust”

Jaune: AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Ren: Is he going to be okay?

Nora: Meh probably he has his Aura.